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xxwritemeastoryxx · 9 months ago

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What The Future Holds Ch 2

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: No set pairings.

Word Count: 3628

Warnings: 18+ MDNI please! There really isn't anything to warn about in this one. We're still just getting started. But soon enough we'll be heading into the darkness together.

Author’s Note: Again, this should have been out a while ago. But it's finally done.

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It had been quite some time since Elijah had felt such rage at five words. Words that he had heard occasionally from female humans that didn’t have their freedom. He had also heard those words within the stories of newly turned vampires when they shared their story. It wasn’t uncommon for the female humans to be sold off as entertainment for places like Purgatory. He must have heard it more times than he could count in the last few decades alone. But none of them had caused rage to fill him like Y/N’s words had.

The rage was fueled by one thought and one thought alone. Y/N was to be the one to help restore balance to the world. If she was having visions of her being sold as a human, that meant Elijah couldn’t keep her safe. He had broken his word to several people with those five simple words.

He could easily attempt to calm the thoughts with the idea that visions were subjective and could change. That if he did everything within his power, he could prevent it from happening. There wouldn’t be a cause for concern in the grand scheme of things. But given the history he’s had with visions, he knew that idea was pointless. Visions were glimpses of the future that wouldn’t change. It would only be a matter of time before they happened.

“Elijah?”

Her voice had pulled him from his thought process. When his eyes had focused back on her, he saw the silver flecks in her eyes once more with the absence of tears. But her eyes still held the same fear he’d seen before she mentioned the vision. He took a step back from her and shook his head.

“Thank you for telling me about the vision.” He attempted to keep his voice calm, but the waves of rage were still there. “I have given my word that I would do everything I can to protect you. I will continue to do so. Don’t believe for one moment that I would turn my back on you and feed you to the wolves.”

She had mentally and physically relaxed at that. Ever since the vision had woken her up, practically screaming, she had been worried. She was worried that she had somehow failed. That maybe she had angered the Mikaelsons in some form or another that caused them to get rid of her in such a way.

Hearing Elijah reassure her that he had given his word to not just one person but several had eased the darkened thoughts that occasionally plagued her mind. If she was being honest with herself, that vision had been enough to distract her through her studies. How could she spend all that time learning when they were just going to sell her.

But if Elijah was telling her he would never do something like that, how was she still being sold to Purgatory?

“What will happen now?” She asked softly. “From my understanding, visions aren’t-”

“You’ll have to understand that I will do everything in my power to prevent it from happening.” She watched as his eyes had softened slightly. The anger she saw within them moments ago had still been there. However, it dimmed as he spoke with her. “Yes, in my experience, visions do not alter. No matter how much we try to, they don’t change.”

She looked away, trying to keep the tears at bay. She understood what he was telling her. She understood that no matter what they did to prevent her from being taken, fate was going to be a bitch about it. At some point in her life, something was going to happen where she’d end up in Purgatory.

Elijah watched her for a moment. Taking in how she attempted to force the tears away. How she wasn’t allowing herself to break down even with the information she was given. Elijah admired her even more for that. She wasn’t falling apart at the thought of a potentially failed future.

He watched as she took in a deep breath and gave him back her attention. The tears that threatened to spill were gone. Those silver specks brighter with the determination that seemed to grow within her.

“Would we be able to come up with potential escape plans for when the time arrives?” She asked.

“Of course.” An amused chuckle passed his lips as he shook his head slightly. “I have to say that I’m rather impressed with how you’ve handled this information. Others would have given up on what would be their future. But I can see the fire in your eyes. Do not let anyone try to extinguish it.”

His words had caused a smile to pull at her lips. “If I am supposed to be the one to help restore balance, I can’t just expect there not to be pushback. You’ve mentioned it a few times that there will always be the possibility of some outside force that won’t like what we are trying to accomplish. If I take the necessary precautions after a vision like that, then I know I won’t be there long and I can breathe without looking over my shoulder. Believe me, I’d like to break down at the thought of being sold. But I can break down completely and count down the days until it happens or I can attempt to take care of myself and learn something.”

Y/N hadn’t missed the way a smile pulled at the corner of Elijah’s lips. It had been a small one, but it was a smile. A win in her book considering that Elijah hardly smiled around the others. Most of the time she had met with Elijah, there were others in the room and he mostly had given the unimpressed look he wore. But it hadn’t gone unnoticed by her that when there were less people around, or his siblings were present, Elijah tended to smile more.

“And that alone is why you are meant to be the vampire in the equation.” He nodded his head. Almost as if he was confirming it for himself.

“Was there ever a choice?” She asked with a raised brow.

It was never said to Y/N how it was decided between the two on what side they would take. From the age of ten, Y/N was told she’d become a vampire when the time was right. There wasn’t a discussion on if she wanted to be one or not. Nor had there been any reevaluations over the years. Y/N had just accepted that she was to become a vampire and grew into it.

“Not so much in terms of a discussion between you and your brother.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “We did not know which sibling would be on which side. But over time, along with all the lessons you’ve learned, my siblings and I agreed that you’d be the one to transition.”

“What was the deciding factor?” She asked curiously.

She couldn’t even begin to think of what it was that deemed her to be the vampire in the equation. No memories had stood out to her. She couldn’t even remember a day where the Mikaelsons were all present for such an observation.

Elijah paused for a moment. It wasn’t that he wanted to keep the information from her, she deserved to know the process. This had been her life that he had been observing and training her in some form or another.

“The day your parents took you two to the outskirts.” He began. “A test, if you will, was put into place. Freya had believed that when the time was right, it would happen on its own. That day, my siblings and I had been out there for an entirely different reason. Your parents had the two of you waiting on a bench-”

“That was when the vampires circled us.” She said remembering that particular day. Her parents had been going in and out of businesses all day. Instead of leaving them at home, they were forced to tag along and keep themselves entertained. “But they didn’t attack.”

“Because of you.” He noted. He watched as her eyes widened slightly as she took in his words. “We’d witnessed the way you stood your ground as you spoke with them. It was almost as if you were commanding them. When Alexander had attempted to step in front of you, he couldn’t hold the same stance. He put you back between them and they listened to you. You’ve never feared us. Not in the way Alexander has. That is how we knew.”

She nodded her head, processing it all. Her fingers tapped slightly on the journal she still held tightly against her. It made sense to her. Nothing he had told her made her feel like it didn’t fit. If anything it made her feel more at ease with the future she’d face.

“Thank you.” She said a moment later. She knew she didn’t need to say why she was thanking him. She was sure that he understood it all from those two words after their conversation. She was thanking him for easing her mind along with being patient with the things she didn’t understand.

Elijah simply gave a nod of his head as his response. “Send your brother in.”

It was the only dismissal she needed before she turned towards the doors. When she had her hand on the door, she heard Elijah say her name. It caused her to look back at him, with her hand still on the doorknob. There was a shift in his eyes that she couldn’t place.

“I give you my word that I’ll always help to pull you out from the darkness.” His voice held promise. “No matter how deep you find yourself within it.”

His words had brought more comfort than she thought it ever would. She knew there were going to be times where she found herself in the dark. And to know that Elijah was promising that he was going to help pull her out of it, it made her more relaxed than she felt in a long time.

She nodded her head, giving him a small smile before she opened the door and walked out.

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The car ride back home hadn’t been pleasant for the L/Ns. The car had been filled with the unspoken tension of the visit with Elijah. For once, it wasn’t just the parents that were silent on the ride while the twins attempted to figure out what had happened in the meeting. All four of them had been in that Study with Elijah at one point or another.

After Alexander had come out of the study, the family had left without another word. Just as Y/N had received one, her brother had a journal in his hand with a scowl on his lips. And while any other time he would have chatted away with Y/N while in the car, this time he didn’t. Any time she tried to talk to him, he gave a single worded answer or ignored her altogether.

It wasn’t until they had gotten back home and their parents had gone upstairs, arguing as they went, that Alexander finally turned towards his sister. There was irritation and anger within his eyes as he met her calm ones. Both respective gold and silver flecks swirled almost as if the flecks were challenging each other.

Y/N lifted her chin a bit as she looked at her brother. “I felt like he needed to know. You can be angry all you want, but there are some things he needs to know.”

“For once, I believed that there was something they didn’t know.” His eyes narrowed as he kept them on her. “Something that I could keep as my own burden without the vampires demanding information. And you went and told him as if it was the latest gossip.”

There were many things that two had disagreed on when it came to the deal they had with the Mikaelsons. Alexander didn’t believe that fate had somehow decided they were to be the ones to change the world. He didn’t believe the prophecy that the Mikaelsons and their parents had repeatedly told them about.

If there was one thing for certain, he hated vampires. Ever since he could remember, he hated anything to do with them. He hated that their history had been so intertwined with them. And if there was a way to rid the Earth of any and all vampires, he’d do just that. No matter the cost.

What hurt him more was how his sister went from being afraid of them to being fascinated by them. How much she was now willing to go along with the things they told her. How easily she was manipulated into believing that this prophecy was the way to save the world. Or how easily her eyes would find Elijah Mikaelson any time they all happened to be in the same room.

Every fiber of his being was telling him as much as he hated vampires now, it would only get worse the day his sister would become one. How someone could believe that the two of them could somehow restore the balance, was crazy in itself. He’d sell his soul to the Devil if there was a way to release them from the binds of any contact written by a vampire.

“I don’t know how many times I need to remind you that the Mikaelsons are on our side.” She shook her head slightly.

“Our side?” He scoffed as he turned from her and began walking down the hall. He couldn’t even begin to describe just how much he hated she believed that. “When are you going to actually wake up from this dream you've found yourself in and see the monsters in front of you?”

Y/N followed her brother knowing that even though he couldn’t look at her right now, the conversation was far from over. “Tell me, Alex. If I went to you more and talked to you about these visions, would you have opened up to me?”

He turned and looked at her once more. His jaw clenched as he did. But they both knew he wouldn’t have. He wouldn’t have told her anything about the details that had caused him to wake up in the middle of the night. The images he was forced to see haunted him for days and he couldn’t bring himself to believe it, not to mention talk about it with her.

“It was my information to decide if I wanted to say something or not. You had no right to tell Elijah.” The way he said the name had been filled with enough venom to make Y/N’s eyes widen slightly.

“I had every right to tell him about mine.” She shot back. “Yes I told him that I was sure you were having them as well. Because I can hear you pacing the same time I’m awoken from mine. I have no idea what yours are about because you won’t talk to me about anything that is happening!”

“Because I don’t trust you anymore!” The words had been out of his mouth before Alex could even think about what he was saying.

But it had been the truth. He couldn’t trust that Y/N wouldn’t go running to Mikaelsons the moment he had told her something. Part of him wanted to believe that she wouldn’t do it. That if he had made her promise not to say anything, she wouldn’t. But there was the other part of him that knew that it would eventually be said in some form or another.

When the words had settled over the both of them, Alexander had known he had crossed the line. He could see the hurt that grew within his sister. But the first time in months he had actually felt relief in something he had told her. Even if it was currently hurting her.

Y/N nodded her head once. It was all she could manage given what he just told her. She kept her eyes on him a little longer, before curiosity got the best of her. “How long have you been sitting with that?”

He had expected that question. “Since the day you stopped caring about our freedom.”

There was a time where both of them had wanted nothing to do with the vampires of the world. They hated every time their parents had to deal with them, the two would always plot some way to kill the vampires. And when Alexander began plotting ways for them to escape the Mikaelson’s hold, Y/N added in the bit of details that would make it better in their youthful minds.

Alexander had even promised his sister that he would do anything he could to make sure she would never become a vampire. A fear induced promise between them had been made after Alexander had heard Y/N woke up screaming from a nightmare. A promise to stake the other if they ever became a vampire.

That changed the day out in the outskirts. For once in Y/N’s life, she hadn’t been afraid of the monsters that surrounded her. Something inside of her had told her they wouldn’t hurt them if she only stood up to them. And when she did, everything had changed. Whenever her brother tried to invent ways to escape, she’d change the subject in one form or another.

Y/N shook her head. “We were never truly free to begin with. It was a fantasy created by children.”

“Do you even hear yourself?” Alexander's brow raised. “You're talking as if you weren't the one that broke into tears any time the word vampire was mentioned. Or stayed hidden in her room anytime a vampire came to our door. You were the one that wanted to be told you were safe from them. What changed? Or did they compel you to no longer be afraid?”

A humorless laugh passed her lips. “I know I haven’t been compelled.”

“Who’s to say you haven’t?” He challenged the confidence in her words. “You wouldn’t know if you had or not. They would have made you forget they had.”

Her eyes looked over her brother’s face. She watched as the gold flecks darken with the annoyance growing within him. For as much as Alexander had been keeping things from her, Y/N had been keeping one important thing to herself.

The secret of hers had been the reason she was no longer afraid of the vampires within the world. Yes, she knew they were still dangerous. She knew that a vampire could easily come up and rip her heart out in a blink of an eye. But just as fate had a way to determine she was meant to be the vampire that night out in the outskirts, she also learned something about herself.

A life altering revelation that she hadn’t trusted to tell anyone else. And while some part of her wanted to share it with her family or even the Mikaelsons, she couldn’t bring herself to. If there was ever one thing that she should keep to herself, it was what she learned.

“Why did you step between me and the vampires that night?” She asked a moment later.

“Because I promised to protect you. I still want to do that. Even if you’re so invested in your role in this.” There would always be a part of him that wanted to protect her. It didn’t matter if it was to project her from the vampires that were around them or from the prophecy that had been thrown onto them.

“Then why did you step back that night?” She asked, watching his reactions. “If you were so sure you wanted to protect me, why did you step back minutes later?”

She watched as those gold flecks changed position with the several blinks he gave as he took in her question. She watched as the annoyance left his eyes and confusion replaced it. She knew his mind was racing through the details of that night looking for the answer he needed.

But whenever he tried to come up with an explanation as to why he had, he couldn’t find one. He could only remember the vampires telling him to step back and leave his sister to them. And he had done just that. Against everything within him yelling at him to stay put, he couldn’t bring himself to stay between them. And when they had told Y/N to leave with them, she stood her ground. She fought back without an ounce of fear going through her, even as she stared them down.

“We are meant to be the balance, Alex.” She said the moment realization formed on his features. The truth was there within his memories. “You say you can’t trust me with things. So here’s the truth. I told Elijah about the visions because I believed I had failed in some way based on what I’ve seen in them. What happened within them, those details will remain between myself and him for now. But the next time you want to think I can’t keep something to myself. It’s been over ten years since that night. And not another soul knows about what you’ve just pieced together.” His eyes met hers and she could almost see the apology within them, but she shook her head. “So the next time you think I can’t keep something to myself. There’s more I’ve learned over the years that no one knows about. It’s you that shouldn’t be trusted with secrets.”

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yandereloveraw · 6 months ago

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"Everything will be okay!" Allo smiled at you as they hovered above your body. They held onto your waist with a crazed grin. "We'll kill her for you!"

H-how can they talk about killing someone so easily?

"We're willing to do anything for you," Allo said softly, resting their forehead against yours.

To do anything...for me...

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angelicdanvers · 1 year ago

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BREATHE DEEPER.

in which y/n navigates through life, feelings, and a certain boy who makes her heart beat in a certain rhythm.

O R

in which charlie finds himself falling and is unable to land, allowing himself to be whisked away regardless of what seems to be the "truth".

a charlie bushnell x fem!reader social media fic.

y/n and charlie have developed a great bond while filming percy jackson & the olympians, but amongst that bond lies feelings they cannot fathom to breathe. the only way left is to breathe deeper, live in the ecstasy of one another, and eventually exhale the truth before they suffocate.

STARRING . . .

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konigbabe · 1 year ago

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eleusinian mysteries

DAY 7 ⇢ Gangbang Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader x Toji Fushiguro x Kento Nanami x Choso Kamo Word count: 4k Tags/warnings: no y/n; smut; gangbang; oral sex (F & M receive); p-in-v; anal sex (F receive only); pure filth; fingering; cunnilingus; rimming; deepthroat/throatfucking; praise kink; protected sex; ass slaping (like once); pet names (each one calls you differently); basically 4 men 1 female gangbang Summary: How did you find yourself passed around by four men might remain a mystery; at least it's off of your bucket list now. [Part of NSFW Gojo Week 2023]. Divider is mine. A/N: With NSFW Week oficially over with this piece, I wanted to give special thanks to the radiant Fae (@kennedyswhore) for her unconditional support [that kept me from dropping the event], sublime Kit (@vagabond-umlaut) for her encouraging and kind words (that subconciously pushed me to finish each piece), Karma (@kazushawty) who infected my mind with her filth (in a good way) that resulted in this mess (and kudos to her tutorial for this GIF) and to you, who's reading this [series]. Thank you for the support! ♡

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There's a thin line between reality and a dream – which can easily be blurred. Especially when the present blends with the past and gets a hold of the future within its grasp.

"What's this?"

Satoru lies spread wide on the bed; torso bared to the world and stretched out, his physique like an invitation to explore. Especially with the way the moon casts its shine onto the mop of silvery strands that crown his head.

With a soft sigh, you position one knee on the plush expanse of the bed, flicking your eyes on your lover. His curious fingers dance towards the petite diary on your nightstand; a beacon of secret desires nestled in the soft glow of tonight's moonlight.

"A journal," you reply, "of sorts," the mumble that leaves your lips is faint, tinged with skepticism. Unease. Shame maybe – even.

"Can I?" With the book already ensconced in his slender fingers, he throws you a questioning look. Seeks your permission. Your silent approval is conveyed through a gentle dip of your chin.

Satoru unfurls the pages. Flips through them. Hair clinging to his forehead, eyes darting across each paragraph and list; he takes his time reading, studying each entry. Flipping through the pages, you notice the crease between his eyebrows deepen as he reaches the last page.

The last page.

There are no hidden feelings between you. You are an open book for him – now in a more literal sense than ever before.

"This page's interesting," he mumbles to himself, yet his words reach your ears clearly. And you know what he means. A warm flush sweeps across your cheeks, causing your eyes to divert towards the sheets, where your nervous fingers fiddle with the fabric, "is this a bucket list?"

His utterance is clear, and you grasp the implication quickly.

"Yeah, well, everyone has dreams."

You feel the bed on your side dip. Satoru shifts, sits up, the sheets cascading around his lithe waist. Warm breath fans over your cheeks, adding fuel to the fire smoldering beneath your skin. His hand finds its way onto your exposed thigh, thumb caressing the damp skin.

"Yours are rather," searching for the right descriptor, the hand that was on your thigh now slips underneath your chin, gently lifting it to align your gaze with the deep, cerulean depths of his eyes, "provocative."

Filthy. That'd be more fitting, you think.

The answer on the tip of your tongue refuses to budge.

"I like that," he adds after a while. "And if you want," sitting straight, his face now stands in front of you, a breath away, "we can do number three now."

When you don't respond – only watch his face inch closer, lips hover over the curve of yours – he licks a thin stripe across your lower lip.

"And I can arrange number seven if you want," he mumbles against your lips, pushing your face towards his.

How such a simple conversation led to this will probably remain a bit of a head–scratcher. How Satoru managed to have all of them agree to this will be a mystery. Maybe he has a knack for bringing out people's hidden desires or a way of making everyone comfortable enough to do this.

But these thoughts don't really stick in your mind. Especially with the way Nanami's tongue continues to lick thick stripes over your drenched walls. Back flat against the table, legs up and spread wide. Toji keeps a vice grip on one of your ankles with Choso gripping the other one – the two men keeping your legs open for the blonde man to devour you comfortably.

You'd never imagine there would be a day when all of them would see you like this.

And that there would come a day when you discover the taste of each of their lips; the unique sensation each of their kiss can bring.

Satoru you were familiar with – hungry. Sloppy. Messy. Remaining filled with passion even after years of familiarity. Holding your face with both his hands, cradling your cheeks. Like the first plunge into a lukewarm sea that turns into swirling foam – enveloping and capricious. He always speaks with his entire body; grinding up against you and wrapping his arms around your back. A boisterous lover.

Nanami – Nanami's kiss, on the other hand, is a contrast to Satoru's intensity. It's precise, measured, and full of depth. A slow dance of passion; like the waltz. His hand comes to your face and cups your chin, lifting your head up just the slightest amount of space so that when his lips meet yours, they nestle in there perfectly. His lips meet yours with a calculated tenderness. There's a sense of control and mastery in his kiss, and it leaves you with a feeling of being cherished and understood.

Toji – like a storm. Wild and untamed, coming out of nowhere with an intensity that left you breathless. An untamed force that sweeps you off your feet. Fingers gripping your chin with iron strength, thumb pushing against your lower lip to part for him more. Tongue both demanding and teasing, as if he can't decide whether to be gentle or let the beast out. The taste of danger and desire both eminent on his lips.

And Choso – the perfect blend of sweetness and ardor. His kiss is unexpectedly tender, considering his broad, rough exterior. A hand resting on your nape, not pushing or anything, with the other sliding up and down your arm; making you feel like he had waited a lifetime for this moment and wanted to savor the warmth of your skin under his palms. He tastes like moonlight on bare skin.

So when all four kiss you, the sensation is a whirlwind – a summer storm. A combination of the intensity of Satoru's kiss, the depth of Nanami's, the wildness of Toji's, and the tenderness of Choso's.

"Mmph–fuck," Toji rumbles, teeth showing in a grimace as nails dig into the flesh of your calf. Your fingers tighten around his base when you feel Nanami's fingertips collect your wetness, spread your lips apart before his finger teases your open hole.

You want to answer, urge Nanami to finally let go of the restraints – feeling like hours have passed since he went down on his knees and buried his face between your legs. Yet it's hard to do so when Satoru's cock plunges into your mouth. So deep in your mouth that you can barely breathe as he thrusts it into you; our lips and the back of your throat rubbing raw against its pulsing flesh. You feel him hit a soft barrier and push harder.

Hands slide across your chest. Slick with saliva before the softness of someone's lips envelops one of your nipples. A kiss, soon followed by a nip of teeth. Gentle, exploring – Choso, you guess. Compared to how Toji keeps squeezing the other one. All rough and fast, his thumb flicking over your erect nipple whenever your finger presses against his slit.

"Daamn, baby," you pick up Satoru's mumbles. And with your head thrown over the table's edge, you manage to look up. To see the underside of his chin, see how he's looking up; how his hand continues to caress your hollowing cheek, thumb collecting the tears that spill over your waterline.

A moan slips past the tight seal of your lips when Nanami's finger is finally buried all the way inside your drenched cunt. You arch against him, hips grinding against his moving hand before another one presses down onto your lower belly.

"Don't move, love," Nanami's voice echoes, hot breath skittering over your wet folds moving to your aching nub, "just let me prep you."

You tighten your grip – both of them – which only earns you deep grunts. Choso's teeth swipe over the tender flesh of your breast, over the soon-to-be bruise forming upon his attack. Tongue swirling over the silk-soft skin, making it stiffen with prickly heat. Your moan and twitch at the touch.

Toji flicks your nipple, rolls it between his fingers. Eyes drawn onto the sight before him. On the way your body lies completely bared; body offered on a platter of lustful ecstasy, like a sacred offering.

As Nanami's hand slides inside of you, heat spreads through every inch of your body. His fingers are merciless, relentlessly adding another finger and curling them both up to press against your walls. Searching for that sweet spot, that one point of ecstasy that will have you seeing stars.

"Baby," Satoru whines, thumb pressing against the corner of your mouth to draw your attention to him, "gonna cum. Think you can swallow me?"

Your hands continue to slide up and down Choso's and Toji's cocks, each on either side of you. Satoru stops moving, the throbbing tip of his cock resting on your upper palate. Your tongue swipes over his leaking slit, collecting the briny, pearlescent droplets before swallowing.

"Mhm," you attempt to nod, taking a deep breath through your nose.

"Good," Satoru responds, holding you in place by digging his fingers into the nape of your neck as his cock expands against your throat walls, pushing every nerve ending until a burning pleasure washes over you.

You can feel the heat spreading through your body, coalescing in the space between your legs.

Nanami's fingers continue to massage your walls, pressing against that slightly ridged spot deep inside – the one that tightens your throat, makes you clamp down on his fingers, grip Choso and Toji tighter. Everyone feeling your pleasure rise–

Satoru stills inside you. And you feel him spill. All hot and heavy; flowing over your tongue and melting on your taste buds like an ice cream cone in the summer sun. Tengy but savory.

–and rise until the dam breaks. Warmth flooding your nerves, overwhelming your senses until you surrender to it completely.

Nanami doesn't stop moving. Instead he speeds up, his fingers working you over until you are soaked in sweat; not a single inch of your skin dry or cool.

Fucking you through the first orgasm of the night while Satoru withdraws from your mouth. A feral groan escapes his lips as he watches scant droplets of his cum escape your mouth and rustle down the side of your cheek, smearing the sensuous skin with slick fluids that threaten to drip into your eyes. He leans down and sweeps up the droplets; plunging his sticky fingers deep inside your mouth.

All while the azure depths of his eyes lock onto your hazy gaze, you watching the upside down image of your boyfriend.

"You're so good," he praises, withdrawing his fingers and licking them clean. You can taste it on his tongue; the saltiness, the sweetness of his spent, "ready for the real fun?"

Nanami's fingers scratch your quivering walls once last time. His lips – soft and velour – press against your opening, tongue teasingly licking along the entrance before he stands up.

"Mhm–definitely," you murmur and watch. Watch as Nanami stands up, torso sculpted into perfection. Muscles rippling under pale skin, the veins visible beneath the surface. Your fingers itch, coming closer until the tip of your middle finger nudges against the graven abdomen.

His hips pitch forward upon your touch. Hand tightening around his cock as he gives it a few pumps.

You want it. Want him. Want to feel the stretch as he sinks inside.

"Condoms," Satoru chimes in from your side, stern but only reminding everyone as his hand strokes your cheek. Nanami grips your thighs to spread your legs wider for him. Nodding, he reaches to your side, grabbing one from the small stack of them you prepared beforehand.

With one hand on your inner thigh, her rips open the foil packet with his teeth and rolls it down the length of his leaking cock.

"Ready," he asks to which you nod.

The burn is intense, numbing as you're filled in one smooth motion. His cock feels even better than you imagined it would; slick and hot inside you. You can feel every inch of him, every inch that fills you up. His hands tighten around your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he stays still.

A mewl cascades past your parted lips. Body shifting, seeking more friction; movement. Nanami responds with a roll of his hips – exploring. Testing whether you opened up for him enough. And when he feels the unrestrained slide of his cock inside you, he can't help it any more. At first it's slow, shallow thrusts that have you biting your lip in anticipation.

"Fuck, get it over with already Nanami or I'm gonna explode," you hear a gruff voice.

Toji.

"Y'know," it sounds more like a moan rather than words but all four sets of eyes snap to your face, "I have two holes, don't I?"

Nanami shudders against your cunt, and you could swear he got more swollen upon your words. Choso's eyes snap to Satoru as Toji grabs the bottle of lube from the table. Yet Satoru's gaze lingers on your blissful expression.

"You sure about that?"

When he asks, your chest tightens, pulse gallops.

"She's a big girl, she can decide for herself," Toji responds, hand on your hip. He nods at you and then turns to Nanami, who looks up at him. They exchange a few words, a conversation that passes by your ears.

"Hey–"

"Satoru," you interrupt the man by your side, hand reaching upwards to touch the side of his neck, "s'okay. It's a gift for me after all."

You whimper when Nanami's cock slides out; now feeling the emptiness all over again.

"Gonna move this to the couch," Choso retorts–

Everything feels weightless. Surreal. Each kiss a caress, each touch a fire. Your thoughts are muddled, consumed by the need for him. For all of them.

–and soon enough, your legs are spread wide around Nanami's waist, his cock nestled deep inside you. You move in tandem, slow and shallow thrusts as you straddle him. He leans back against the couch, his head hidden in the nook of your neck; while at the same time, Choso stands behind it, with your lips sealed around his dripping tip.

Toji stays crouched behind you. Any other day, your face would burn over the thought – of having someone's finger up your ass. It's a strange feeling – the steady pressure of his middle finger as he twists inside you. Even with the generous amount of lube, it takes Nanami a few good thrusts and encouraging words – You feel good. Relax for us, yeah? – to get you mellowed enough for Toji to add a second finger and scissor them inside.

All while Satoru stands by the doorframe; fully naked, skin pale with pinkish hue. It feels as if he's glowing, radiant, when your eyes open and he's standing in your peripheral vision.

The motion tugs at something deep inside you. And you moan around Choso's cock. Hollowing your cheeks, tongue pressing flat against his underside as you feel pleasure washing the shame away.

Suddenly, Toji's presence leaves your body. Letting go of Choso's cock, you hold it in your hand, thumb swiping over the sensitive slit, earning you a grunt of appreciation as Satoru's eyes lock onto yours – and you feel a small smile tug at your corners before–

"What–"

Something wet slithers around your rim as Nanami stills once again. Teeth nipping at the skin on your clavicles, your lips press momentarily against the ridge of Choso's tip, tasting the saltiness before you use Nanami's shoulders to steady yourself enough to twist around. To look at Toji, crunched down, hands spreading your cheeks apart with face buried between them. His eyes, verdant windows to his carnal soul, glint in the faint luminescence as they look up at you; you can't help but gasp, mouth running dry. His tongue like fire, skin searing under his touch as he swirls around your ass before pushing inside.

"Wait, I–ugh–"

Satoru shifts in the corner of your eyes.

But somehow, it feels good. So fucking good and delightful.

"Relax, not my first rodeo," Toji rumbles when he pulls away, sinking his teeth into the plump flesh of your ass; then he goes back for more.

"Feels weird," you let out a chuckle, nodding in Satoru's direction, "but good." Hand grasping Choso's cock – who's been patiently waiting for your return – you kiss the side of the burning flesh while letting Toji devour you.

Nanami's hands slide from their spot on your hips, tracing the curves and dips of your body; settling around the globes of your breasts. They squeeze the abused flesh, kissing the tender spots. Hips having mind of its own, you circle them on top of him, causing Nanami to grow into your skin.

For what feels like an eternity, you stay this way – squeezing, warming Nanami's cock inside your dripping walls. One hand resting at the back of his head as he kisses your chest, massages your nipples and caresses your sides. The other hand moves along Choso's length, lips tightly wrapped around it as you bob your head, Choso's hand resting on top of your head, gently urging you to take more.

With Satoru watching over it all.

"Good," a sharp slap, sting on your ass when Toji finishes and stands up, "arch your back for me, kitten." His hand presses against your lower back, urging you into position.

Your body curves into Nanami's, like water around a rock.

Nanami spreads his legs more, opening you when Toji spread more lube over his cock. Tugs a few times to spread the slick, sticky substance over the condom, dipping the fingers in your ass to loosen the upcoming friction more.

You expect pain; pain of being stretched to the limit. Yet there's none when the tip of his cock slips past your rim and slowly slips inside you – further and further, until his hips are pressed against your ass.

"Fuck–good girl, ain't ya," Toji mumbles, more for himself as he feels the heat of your insides hug him tightly.

"You're doing great," Nanami's lips brush against the shell of your ear, tone quiet – just for you. "Wanna ride us?"

"Mmph–," you nod. Fingers sliding along Choso's cock, taking him in your mouth when you start to move on your own accord.

Which doesn't last too long as pleasure increases, makes it difficult for you to find a good pace. As if he can feel your struggle, Toji grasps your hips, stabilizing the pace as Nanami moves his hips.

Satoru watches on with a mixture of curiosity and admiration as Nanami starts to move; his cock sliding inside you with ease, meeting up with Toji's pace. You can feel both their cocks pushing deep within you, adding fuel to the fire inside.

Their hands never leave your body, grasping at whatever they can reach.

"Ah–" Choso's hips stutter the moment his cock breaches the entrance to your throat. You keep going, deepening the movement with each plunge. The sensation builds up in seconds, making it impossible to keep still as he grunts your name, feeling himself nearing the edge. "Gonna cum–ugh– damn."

His hands grasp your face, hips rolling forward. You grasp Nanami's shoulders, letting Choso ride out his high, his cum sliding down your throat before he slips out – spent and satisfied – and watches with grateful gaze as you swallow him down, not leaving a droplet to escape.

"Shit–," Toji speaks up after a second, "you just got tighter," and he grips your hips, moving Nanami's hands out the way as the intensity of his thrusts increases. "Look at you. Always knew you were a dirty one."

You can't even respond, just focus on the intense pleasure coursing through your veins. Pulling away, Choso takes a step back; steading yourself on Nanami, using his chest as leverage, you pull back. Back meeting Toji's solid chest, his hand wrapping around the side of your neck while he brings your head to his – cheek to cheek, lips pressed against your ear.

"Would kill to have you cum raw on my cock alone," he mumbles. And you know the reason for the quiet whisper. You can feel Nanami's hands move to your hips, steadying them as he thrusts in time with Toji. Together they create a perfect tempo, pushing you closer.

"Ah, ah–" you moan out as their combined rhythm sends pleasure through you, building up the intensity until it takes over every inch of your body. Until your walls shudder around them, body tensing before you let loose.

Nanami doesn't stay behind; his hands slide up your waist to grip your ribs. He feels you tense around him, and the sound of your name slipping past his gritted teeth echoes in the room as he drops his forehead to your collarbones. With one final thrust, he spills inside the condom with a groan. You can feel the tension in his shoulders relax; as if a weight has been lifted from them.

Still in haze – eyes closed – you let out a small sigh, feeling the last of Nanami's warmth seep out of your body before the scene shifts.

Satoru has you pinned against the wall, Toji standing behind. His hands grip your hips, pushing his hard, slick cock inside your loose asshole while Satoru moves in front of you, taking your face in his hands – his hands move down from your chin to your jaw, then to the side, to the sensitive skin along the bottom of your ear and your collarbone. The strong wide thumb of his right hand presses against the corner of your mouth, gently.

So you open up. Legs supported under Toji's wise grip, you offer yourself to the two. You can feel Toji behind you, his breath hot on your neck as he thrusts back and forth. Teeth marking your nape, electrifying your sensitive body – still high from another climax mere seconds ago, yet neither of the two stopped –

Satoru's lips move to your wet cheek before he inches closer again, lips ghosting yours until the tip of his tongue finds its way inside your mouth – warm and wet – a silent command for you to reciprocate, and you do. You let yourself get lost in his kiss while Toji's hips crash against yours, pushing you both forward.

The sensation is overwhelming – a mixture of pleasure and pain as both men push against each other, letting out groans of pleasure and grunts of delight that blur the line between lustful and loving. Primal and affectionate.

"Fuck–kitten," Toji grumbles, chest vibrating against your back, "gonna cum."

And even with the condom on, you feel it. Feel the sudden rush of warmth as Toji's cock pulsates inside you. His name sounds like a prayer on your tongue when he stills, flexing his arms and spreading you wider for Satoru's harsh thrusts to reach deeper. Pelvis massaging your swollen nub each time he buries himself balls deep inside your cunt – raw, unrestrained, without a barrier. Unlike the rest.

All while Toji relishes in the squeeze of your ass, the snug fit whenever Satoru hits that deepest spot inside you and bullies his cock in your walls (even if he hates to admit it).

The sensation sends your body into a new frenzy and you can feel the tension building up. Again. Watching Satoru's eyes close, the crease between his brows deepen. Hips stuttering, his hand cradles your cheek as he lets go. Your arms sneak around his shoulders, face nestled in the sharp contour of his neck.

(With all the sensations buzzing inside your body, in each nerve, you don't notice Toji leaving silently.)

A strong arm sneaks behind your back, the other placed on the back of your neck. Hips pushing into your softness as he grunts appreciatively; you feel the slickness flood your walls, paint it pearlescent white. He holds you close, whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Heat rolling over your body. His voice like honey and the sound of it alone is enough to bring you back to earth.

Until it all ends in a beautiful mess. A gluttony of pleasure, skin slick and breathless.

And somehow, you want more.

"Think we can do round two."

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Her Heartbeat; Chapter 20: Her Rose.

Parings: Wednesday x Fem reader. Wordcount: 4.5k-ish?

Summary: Hope is a fragile thing.

Warnings: Angst.

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Wednesday's eyes opened, missing the cold she would feel every morning because she was feeling uncharacteristically warm, cocooned in an unfamiliar yet not unwelcome sensation of comfort.

Turning her head slightly, she checked beside her. You were still asleep, your head resting against her arm, your hand loosely curled around hers. Her chest tightened at the sight of you, so peaceful and serene, as though all the worries of the world had melted away in your dreams.

How had it come to this? How had you—someone so warm, so full of life—become the center of her cold, unyielding world? You were her altar, your presence her sanctuary, your body her church. The idea was unnervingly intimate, and yet, it felt right.

Carefully, more carefully than she had ever done anything in her life, Wednesday shifted, her free hand moving to gently brush against your shoulder. “Y/N,” she murmured, her voice soft but steady, “wake up.”

You stirred slightly, your grip on her arm tightening momentarily before your eyes blinked open. A sleepy smile spread across your face as you looked at her. “Morning, Angry Bird,” you teased

Wednesday rolled her eyes, “I am leaving to get ready,” she said flatly

“Alright,” you said, stretching slightly before looking back at her. “Thanks for staying, Wednesday. Really.”

She didn’t reply, simply watching as you were rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Your gratitude was unnecessary, but she didn’t have the heart to tell you that.

“I’ll meet you at breakfast.” she announced.

You nodded, your smile lingering as you watched her. “See you there.”

Wednesday paused for a moment, her gaze lingering on you longer than it should have. She turned on her heel, leaving before the moment could stretch too long.

As she stepped into the corridor, her mind began to wander, unbidden. She thought of you, of the way you looked so calm, so utterly trusting, as you slept beside her. And then, like a dark cloud creeping into a bright sky, her thoughts shifted to your heart. That fragile, relentless muscle that kept you tethered to this world, even as it threatened to fail you.

Her thoughts drifted to your bucket list, the diary she memorized. She had helped you cross off so many items already, from the absurd to the sentimental, all of it had been for you, to see that spark of joy in your eyes.

But there were still some wishes left. Simple things. Things she could easily arrange. And yet… she hesitated.

What then? The list had been your tether to the world, your way of living fully despite the uncertainty of your future. If it were complete, what would you have left to hold onto? And, more selfishly, what would she have left? She wanted you to keep wishing, to keep dreaming, to keep being there. With her. For her.

By the time she reached her dorm, her thoughts were a storm of emotions she couldn’t fully articulate. She pushed the door open, her movements sharp but not loud enough to wake Enid—at least not intentionally.

The werewolf stirred anyway, her blonde hair a tangled mess as she sat up groggily. “Morning, Wens,” she mumbled before her eyes widened slightly, a sly smile creeping onto her face “So… how was your night?”

Wednesday paused. She considered her words carefully, weighing the exact tone she wanted to convey. “Satisfactory.”

Enid giggled, fully awake now. “Satisfactory? That’s it? You spent the whole night with her, and that’s all I get? Come on, give me something!”

Wednesday turned to face her, her expression deadpan. “I slept. She slept. The end.”

Enid gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. “No juicy details? No heartfelt confessions? No midnight cuddles?”

Wednesday’s eyes narrowed. “Your imagination is a breeding ground for delusions, Enid.”

But there was no sharpness in her tone. And that, more than anything, gave Enid pause. Her smile faded as she tilted her head, studying Wednesday with a level of seriousness she rarely displayed.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Enid asked, her voice softening.

“Nothing,” Wednesday replied curtly, moving to her side of the room and starting to change out of her clothes.

“Don’t ‘nothing’ me,” Enid said, pulling the blanket off her lap and sitting up.

Wednesday remained silent, her back to Enid as she reached for a fresh set of clothes.

“Something’s bothering you,” Enid declared, crossing her arms. “Come on, you can tell me. Was it something she said? Did you guys have a fight?”

Wednesday’s hand froze momentarily before she resumed her task. “No. Everything is fine.”

“Uh-huh,” Enid said, clearly unconvinced. She climbed out of bed, padding over to Wednesday, “Look, I know you don’t like sharing your feelings or whatever, but you can trust me, okay? If something’s wrong, I want to help.”

Wednesday didn’t want to talk about this, especially not with Enid. Your bucket list wasn’t something she could share without your consent, and the thought of exposing your vulnerability felt wrong.

Wednesday finished buttoning her shirt, her movements deliberate as she finally turned to face Enid. “Enid, if someone completed all the wishes they had for their life, what would they do next?”

Enid blinked, clearly caught off guard by the question.

She tilted her head, thinking for a moment before a warm smile spread across her face. “They’d find someone else to wish for them,”

Wednesday stared at her, the words sinking in far deeper than she wanted to admit. She gave Enid a small nod.

Enid watched her for a moment longer before nodding back with a warm smile, sensing that whatever was on Wednesday’s mind was something she wasn’t ready to share. For once, the werewolf respected her boundaries, retreating back to her side of the room.

As Wednesday returned to her preparations. But as she moved through the motions of her morning routine, Enid’s words lingered in her mind, echoing louder than she wanted to admit. Can she wish for you?

As Wednesday walked alongside Enid towards the quad, she spotted you standing there, leaning casually against the stone archway. Even tho you always wait for her right there, Wednesday can't help but still feel the familiar flutter in her chest everytime.

Enid noticed you too and nudged Wednesday with her elbow, a sly grin spreading across her face. “Look at that. Your personal ray of sunshine, waiting just for you.”

Wednesday shot her a glare sharp enough to cut steel. “Enid, I will personally ensure your demise if you continue speaking.”

Enid merely giggled, unfazed. “Aww, you’re so grouchy in the morning. It’s adorable.”

Suppressing the urge to retort, Wednesday quickened her pace as Enid struggled to follow.

“Hey, Enid!” you called, smiling warmly.

Enid grinned "Morning Y/n!"

As the three of them walked towards their usual table, you turned to Wednesday. “We’re grabbing breakfast. I’ll get yours too.”

Wednesday gave a single, curt nod, watching as you and Enid disappeared into the crowd. Her gaze lingered on you for a moment before she turned her attention to the table, sitting in her usual spot.

Her mind was almost back to the list again when she noticed Bianca and Yoko approaching with their trays.

Bianca slid onto the bench beside her, setting her tray down, “Morning, Wednesday.”

Wednesday gave her a withering look, her jaw tightening. She didn’t move to greet her, instead staring blankly ahead as if Bianca wasn’t there.

Unbothered, Bianca smirked and began eating. “You’re as sociable as ever. Anyway, I was just wondering—how’s Y/N doing?”

Wednesday’s posture stiffened, but her expression remained impassive. She refused to let Bianca’s question unsettle her. “She’s fine,” she said curtly. “For now.”

Bianca raised an eyebrow at the vague response but didn’t press further. Instead, she sighed, leaning back slightly. “You know, I used to think Y/N was just some weird girl. Quiet, always in her own little world.”

Wednesday’s glare intensified, her dark eyes narrowing dangerously.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that,” Bianca said, holding up her hands defensively. “That was back in my queen bee era, okay? I’ve grown since then.”

Yoko snorted. “Barely.”

Bianca shot her a look before turning back to Wednesday. “Anyway, my point is… Y/N’s a lot stronger than I gave her credit for. She’s… too pure for this world, honestly.”

Wednesday was silent, her mind momentarily drifting to you—your laugh, your smile, the warmth you brought into her otherwise cold and calculated life.

Then she spoke, her voice low and firm. “Do not, under any circumstances, remind her of her condition. Not even for a second.”

Bianca held up her hands again. “Alright, alright. Message received. Geez.”

Before the conversation could continue, you and Enid returned, balancing trays of food in your hands. “Here you go,” you said, setting a tray in front of Wednesday with a small smile. “Sorry, Wednesday. They were out of dead spider salad.” you joked as you took a seat across from her.

Wednesday gave you a dry look, but there was a faint flicker of amusement in her eyes.

The table fell into a comfortable rhythm as everyone began eating, the conversations weaving in and out around bites of food. Through it all, Wednesday remained mostly silent, her focus flitting between her meal and you. She noted the way you laughed at Enid’s jokes, the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about something that excited you.

When breakfast ended and it was time to head to class, the group dispersed, each going their separate ways. You and Wednesday walked together, as you shared the same first class of the day.

“My dad will be here at noon,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence. “He’ll pick me up after classes.”

Wednesday glanced at you, her expression unreadable. “I’ll be there, too.”

You smiled, your eyes softening. “I know. Just like you said.”

Wednesday didn’t respond, but the weight in her chest eased slightly at your smile. It was a reminder, however fleeting, that you still had reasons to smile—and she would do whatever it took to keep it that way.

Wednesday glanced at the mirror, her reflection as stoic and composed as ever, but she couldn’t deny the subtle tension in her jaw or the slight tremor in her hands.

Behind her, Enid sat on her bed, watching with an uncharacteristic silence. Finally, after a few moments of hesitation, Enid asked, “So, uh… where are you going?”

“To Y/N’s doctor appointment,” Wednesday replied without looking at her.

Enid’s shoulders sagged slightly. “Oh…” She looked away, biting her lip. Her mind raced with things she could say, ways she could reassure Wednesday, but nothing felt right. Nothing felt truthful. It’s gonna be okay she almost said, but her voice caught in her throat. Is it gonna be okay? Even Enid didn’t know.

Wednesday continued straightening her outfit, her movements sharper than usual. Nervousness was an emotion she’d spent years suppressing, burying beneath layers of cold indifference and iron will. But now, it clawed its way to the surface.

A knock at the door broke the tense silence. Enid jumped to her feet and opened it, revealing you standing there, dressed simply but with a glow about you that only made Wednesday’s nerves tangle tighter.

“Hey Enid,” you said, smiling brightly before looking at Wednesday, “Ready to go?”

Wednesday nodded, moving toward you without hesitation. As she stepped into the hallway, you turned to Enid, “Bye, Enid!” You gave Enid a small wave, but before you could say goodbye, Enid lunged forward and wrapped you in a tight hug.

You blinked in surprise, hugging her back just as tightly. “Not that I mind the hug but what’s this for?” you asked with a soft laugh.

“Just felt like it,” Enid said, her voice muffled against your shoulder.

Wednesday stood a step behind, her dark eyes watching the exchange. She wasn’t one for public displays of affection but even she could understand this, Enid’s hug wasn’t just a goodbye; it was a shield, a silent promise of support, and a wordless prayer that everything would turn out fine.

As you pulled away, you smiled warmly at Enid. “I’ll see you later.”

Enid nodded, her usual pep replaced by a quiet seriousness. “Yeah. See you later.”

You turned to Wednesday, your smile softening. “Let’s go.”

The drive to the hospital was mostly silent but you seemed determined to lighten the mood, trying to spark a laugh from your dad with small, hopeful remarks about the weather, the drive, or even the slightly crooked sign outside a diner you passed.

You glanced at Wednesday in the rearview mirror, offering her a small, reassuring smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Dad, remember that time I tried to cook you breakfast for your birthday? and I set off the smoke alarm? The pancakes looked like hockey pucks.”

Your dad’s lips twitched, but the smile didn’t quite form. “I remember,” he said quietly, his voice strained.

The car hit a red light, and your dad exhaled, long and slow, as if he were trying to let out all the tension in his body but failing miserably. You reached over, placing a hand gently on his arm. “Dad… it’s going to be okay,” you said softly.

He glanced at you briefly before turning his attention back to the road. “I hope so,” he said, his voice low and strained.

In the backseat, Wednesday sat stiffly, her hands folded neatly in her lap.

She wanted to say something, anything, to cut through the heaviness, but words failed her.

Instead, she focused on you. The way you kept trying, despite the weight pressing down on you. The way you smiled, even when your eyes betrayed your fear.

Each turn of the wheels felt like a countdown, drawing you all closer to something none of you could predict. Something Wednesday was powerless against.

It was Wednesday’s second time here. The memory of the last visit lingered vividly in her mind. The Raven. Your collapse. The beeping monitors. Your pale face as you lay unconscious. It all played on a loop.

And now, here you were again, but this time walking under your own strength. Wednesday’s eyes flickered toward you briefly, taking in the way your hand rested lightly on the strap of your bag, your shoulders squared despite the tension visible in your clenched jaw. You were trying to be brave, and Wednesday could see it. She hated that you had to be.

The door to the consultation room was just ahead. Your father reached out and pushed it open, holding it for the two of you. Inside, four doctors sat around a polished table. They stood as you entered,

“Miss Y/N,” the woman said as she rose to greet you, her German accent faint but clear. “Mr. L/N. Please, come in and have a seat.” Wednesday’s sharp eyes darted to the woman, then to the others. She didn’t trust them. Not yet. But as you stepped into the room, she followed without hesitation, positioning herself just behind your chair.

Your father offered a polite nod, guiding you to the chair.

You sank into it, your movements slow but deliberate, and Wednesday took her place at your side. She crossed her arms, her dark gaze scanning the room as if daring anyone to show a sign of incompetence.

“We’ve had time to review your case thoroughly,” the older doctor began, his hands folded neatly on the table in front of him. “Your medical history, test results, and the detailed reports from your previous doctors have given us a comprehensive understanding of your condition.”

The middle-aged doctor nodded, picking up where the older man left off. “You’ve been diagnosed with a congenital heart valve disease. Specifically, the mitral valve in your heart is severely damaged, which has caused a range of complications, as you’re well aware.” Your father’s hand clenched slightly on the armrest of his chair, but he didn’t speak.

The woman leaned forward, her calm, measured tone cutting through the weight in the room. “Your current treatment plan—medications to manage symptoms and reduce strain on your heart—has been effective to some degree. However, it’s not a long-term solution. The valve’s condition will continue to deteriorate, and unfortunately, the symptoms will worsen.”

You nodded slowly, your face pale but composed. Wednesday, standing stiffly beside you, felt a sharp pang in her chest at their words. They were speaking clinically, detachedly, as if your life were a puzzle to be solved. It wasn’t wrong, medicine required logic and precision, but Wednesday despised it all the same.

“We’ve discussed your case extensively, and there are two possible paths forward. The first is to continue waiting for a heart transplant. As you know, this option is highly dependent on donor availability, and the wait time could be months but most like years for your age.” the older doctor interjected, his tone careful. “A transplant offers the highest likelihood of success long-term, but the waiting period presents risks. Your heart’s condition may deteriorate further during that time, which could complicate recovery post-surgery.”

Wednesday’s jaw tightened. Her eyes flicked to you, noting the way your hands gripped the edge of your chair, white-knuckled but steady.

“And the second option?” you asked, your voice steady but quiet.

The woman answered, “We’ve discussed your case extensively, and there is an alternative approach we believe may be worth considering. It is not without risk, but it could potentially stabilize your condition while you await a transplant—or, in the best-case scenario, eliminate the need for one entirely.”

“A transcatheter mitral valve repair procedure. It is a minimally invasive technique where we would implant a device to improve the valve’s function and reduce regurgitation. The procedure itself is highly specialized, and while we have performed it successfully on numerous patients, each case carries its own set of challenges.” The oldest doctor added.

Your father straightened slightly in his chair, his expression a mixture of hope and caution. “And the success rate?”

The room grew heavier as the woman exchanged glances with her colleagues.

Finally, she spoke, her voice even. "Given the severity of your condition and the intricacies of this procedure, the success rate is approximately 30 to 40 percent. It is a challenging operation, even for a team as experienced as ours. We must be honest about the risks involved."

Your father let out a sharp exhale, leaning back in his chair as he ran a hand over his face. You, however, remained calm, your gaze steady.

“And if it fails?” you asked.

“If the procedure is unsuccessful,” the older doctor said, “it could lead to further complications, including complete heart failure."

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of their words hanging heavy in the air. Wednesday’s fingers curled against her lap, her nails biting into her skin. She hated this—the clinical detachment, the way these doctors spoke of risks and percentages while you sat there, your life reduced to numbers and probabilities.

“But if successful, it could significantly improve your quality of life and extend your life expectancy." the woman said gently to divert your attention from the negatives, "We understand this is a difficult decision. You don’t need to decide today. Take some time to think it over, discuss it with your family, and let us know within a week.”

You nodded again, your voice soft as you replied, “Thank you. I’ll think about it.”

The doctors exchanged polite goodbyes, and your father rose from his chair, placing a hand on your shoulder as he guided you toward the door. Wednesday followed silently.

The walk through the hospital corridors was a blur, and you… you were quiet too, your steps slow and deliberate as if each one required effort.

As your father slid into the driver’s seat and started the car, Wednesday stole a glance at you in the backseat beside her. You looked out the window, your head tilted slightly, your gaze distant.

“Do you want to go home, hun?” your father asked, his voice soft, careful.

Wednesday’s stomach knotted. She braced herself for your answer, convinced you’d say yes. How could you not, after what you had just endured? Surely, the comfort of your home, away from the prying eyes of the school, would feel like a sanctuary.

But then you turned to your father and said, “No. I want to go back to Nevermore.”

Wednesday felt a flicker of confusion. Why? she wanted to ask. Why would you want to return to the place that seemed to amplify everything—the stares, the whispers, the weight of your condition? But she didn’t ask. Instead, more than anything, she wanted to hold you. Not to speak, not to offer any empty reassurances. Just to wrap her arms around you and keep you close, safe from everything threatening to pull you away from her. To show you how much she cared. To show you how much you meant to her.

Wednesday noticed how your fingers absentmindedly toyed with the hem of your sleeve, how your foot tapped softly against the car’s floor. You were deep in thought. She wondered what you were thinking, what you were feeling. She wondered if you felt as lost as she did.

When the car finally pulled up to Nevermore’s gates, you stepped out first, followed by Wednesday.

Your father turned to you, his eyes softening with worry. “Call me when you’re ready to talk, okay? I’ll be waiting.”

You nodded, offering a faint smile. “I will. Thank you for everything, Dad.”

He pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly for a moment before stepping back, his gaze lingering on you as he climbed back into the car.

Wednesday stood silently by your side, her dark eyes fixed on you as you watched the car pulling away, disappearing down the road.

You stood there for a moment, watching until the car was out of sight. Then, you turned to Wednesday.

You didn’t say anything. Instead, you smiled—a small, sad smile that tugged at something deep inside her. And then you offered your hand.

It was an invitation.

Without hesitation, Wednesday took it. Your fingers intertwined with hers. Wherever you were going, she would follow.

Wednesday didn't ask you where you were leading her, she didn't need to, and before she knew it, you had brought her to the greenhouse. She blinked, realizing she had no memory of how she’d gotten there. Her eyes, however, never left you.

You led her to the far corner of the greenhouse, where the light was dim.

“I wanted to show you something,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wednesday didn’t respond, her dark eyes scanning your face intently.

You knelt down and carefully uncovered a small batch of black roses nestled in a pot. Their petals were delicate, almost velvety, and they seemed to drink in the dim light, their color impossibly rich and dark.

“I found them a while ago,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “They were dying when I saw them. Almost gone. But I couldn’t leave them like that.”

Wednesday stared at the roses, her mind a storm of thoughts she couldn’t untangle. She wasn’t easily moved by sentimentality, but there was something about the sight of those flowers, fragile yet living, that tugged at something deep inside her.

“I love you,” you said, your words quiet but unwavering. “I know I’ve told you before, but I just… I need you to know. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. And you’ve given me so much. More than I ever thought I could have."

Wednesday felt her breath hitch. Your words were like a blade, cutting through her carefully constructed walls.

“I’ve been so scared,” you admitted, your voice breaking. “Scared of what’s going to happen, scared of what I might lose. But you… you make me feel brave. You make me feel like I can face anything.”

Your words came out in a rush, stumbling over each other, and you paused to take a shaky breath.

“And these roses,” you continued, your voice softer now, “they remind me of you. Strong, beautiful, and a little intimidating... but worth everything. They remind me of how you’ve been with me through everything. How you’ve been my strength when I didn’t have any left.”

Wednesday’s throat felt tight, her chest heavy with emotion she couldn’t quite name.

“I don’t know what the future holds,” you said, “but I know that I want you in it. For however long I have left.”

You looked down, your hands trembling slightly as you folded them in your lap. “I’m sorry. I’m probably rambling. I just… I needed to say it.”

Something inside Wednesday shifted. She couldn’t put it into words, couldn’t articulate the storm of emotions swirling within her. All she knew was that she couldn’t hold back anymore.

Without warning, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a fierce hug.

You froze for a moment, startled, before relaxing into her embrace, your arms winding around her waist.

Perhaps Enid's hugging disease was contagious, but it felt right. Perfect, even.

But the warmth of your arms around her wasn’t enough. The thoughts screaming in her mind, the fear, the anger, the overwhelming tenderness she didn’t know how to handle—they demanded something more. Slowly, Wednesday pulled back, just enough to look into your eyes.

Your cheeks were flushed, your breath shallow, and your eyes brimmed with unshed tears. "Wednesday," you whispered, your voice trembling, filled with a depth of feeling that made her chest ache.

And then, she acted. Her hands moved up to cup your face, her fingers trembling ever so slightly.

She leaned in, pressing her lips to yours.

It wasn’t tentative. It was fierce, almost desperate—a silent plea, just last lifetime.

You responded almost immediately, your hands clutching at her blazer, holding her as if you were afraid to let go.

The kiss deepened, softening into something more vulnerable. It was tender, reverent, as if you both were trying to pour every ounce of feeling into it, to say everything that words couldn’t.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. You rested your forehead against hers, your fingers lightly brushing against her arms as if grounding yourself in her presence.

“I love you,” you whispered again, your voice shaky but sure. “I love you so much, Wednesday.”

She stared at you, her heart pounding in a way she wasn’t used to. She opened her mouth to respond, to tell you again that she loved you too, but then it clicked.

You’d made your decision. That’s why you’d brought her here, why you’d shown her the roses, why you’d spoken those words.

“Have you…” she started, her voice hesitant. “Have you decided?”

You stared at her, looking down, back at the roses, and then you answered.

Next Chapter.

[Author's note: Cliffhanger? Nah Y/n is cooked. Comment or my cat kills Y/n.]

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certainlynotasimp · 2 years ago

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Okay here me out miggy and sunny who get ambushed by another spider but it turns out to be there daughter from the future?! I feel like they’d be shocked to see a teenager (like 18) just trying to fix a mess she made to get back home. I love all your work especially Miguel and Sunny!

Our Girl

(Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader)

A/N: Hey lovely~ So I kinda went off track a little with this one and kinda focused a little more on Maria, the daughter, and not so much her fixing the problem and more her being overwhelmed by the idea of the multiverse. I'm sorry I went off kilter but I loved the idea of seeing how they would react in general to meeting their child.

Also, I've been obsessed with this song on TikTok so I had to name their daughter after it.

A/N: If you guys wanna view more of my works then feel free to read my master list and if you wanna see what else is coming up, then check out this one-shot schedule. If you love the Sunny and Miggy fics like I do then comment on the taglist post because I add everyone who comments. I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: Grumpy x Sunshine, Barely any use of (Y/N) ((Sunny is the Reader's nickname, not her actual name)), Female Reader/ Female pronouns, Shinangins, Kinda fluffy, kinda a crack fic lol, and Google translated Spanish ((Pls forgive me, my wonderful Spanish speakers.))

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Okay, I guess If im gonna do this, I’m gonna have to start with the beginning, Hi I’m Maria O’ Hara and I’m-

“Kids, Breakfast is ready~!” A soft cheery voice calls out causing a groan to escape the teenager’s mouth. The sound of two pairs of feet book it past her bedroom door with the notable bang of one of them being knocked into the wall.

“Mami!” A teary voice of her seven year old brother yells. “Gabriel keeps pushing me into the wall!”

“No I’m not!” The thirteen year old cries out with a loud crack in his voice. “He keeps getting in front of me!”

“Gabriel, Ben, quit bickering and come here before your father comes down.” The gentle scolding causes the boys to continue their run down the stairs while Maria rolls her eyes and goes back to her diary.

Dammit, okay, we can work with this. Hi, I’m Maria O’ Hara. I’m 18 years old and I live in Nueva York with my mama and papa and my two brothers. I’m basically your normal teenager except for one-

“Maria?” a soft knock on her door causes her to call back through the door.

“Yes, Mama?” “Breakfast is ready, honey. Come on down stairs before it gets cold…” She can hear the cautious edge in her mother’s voice as she tries to coo her child down stairs.

“I’m on my way, Mama, just let me get finish getting dressed.” She cringes at the lie as she was already dressed and ready for her day. Maria holds her breath for a couple of minutes until she can hear her mom mutter a simple okay as the sound of heavy foot steps come up beside her.

The low baritone of her father’s whisper can be heard along with her mother’s worried tone as she can hear her trying to urge her husband down stairs to give their daughter some privacy.

Maria returns to her writing as she knows shes definitely on a ticking time bomb now that her father was up and down stairs. He was a strickler for spending meals together as a family and the only time he let go of that rule was when one was sick or when…Maria and Javi were in that accident…

She shakes the haunting image of Javi out of her mind as she writes.

I’m basically your normal teenager except for one thing. I’m Spider Woman, the one and only beloved hero of Queens.Two years ago, I gotten bite by this funky spider at my dad’s lab in Alchemax and I gained these awesome super powers. It was honestly the best thing to ever happen to me. I got to swing around and stop bad guys all before fourth period. The only person who knew was my best friend Javi-

“Maria!” A deep voice booms as Maria gritted her teeth. “¡Tu madre ya te llamó dos veces! ¡Baja y come!”

“Shit!” The teenager curses as she rushes to collect her stuff into her bag. The white and blue fabric of her spider suit shines at the bottom of the bag before her necessities get piled on top of it.

“¡¿Qué diablos dijiste?!” Her father yells as she can hear her mother yell at him.

“¡¡Miguel, no te atrevas a maldecir en la mesa de mi comedor!!”

Maria hurries down the stairs as she listens to her family interact at the table.

A muffled voice that she figured was her mother scolds the angry man while a soft more masculine mutter apologizes. A couple of giggles can be heard before a stern voice scolds them as well for what Maria can hear, “Chicos, no le faltéis al respeto a vuestro padre. La única razón por la que tu madre puede hacerlo es porque me echará de la cama.”

As Maria makes it into the dining room, she laughs along with her brothers as their mom playfully slaps their dad’s arm. The tall dark haired man chuckles at his adorable wife before catching her hand and kisses it, causing the woman to smile with a love sick look in her eyes.

“Eww!” Ben cries as he tries to block his vision with his toast causing the couple to roll their eyes.

Maria sits down beside her father Miguel and Gabriel as she starts to fill her plate. All of the children looked exactly like their father with only slight changes in hair textures and certain facial features. Ben, the youngest of the trio, looked the most like their mother with his eye shape and nose matching hers while the middle child, Gabriel, was a copy and paste verison of their father with only his mother’s smile indicating that they were related. Maria was a better mixture of the two with her mother’s height and face shape making her her mother’s “clone”, Miguel’s words not their’s.

All the siblings would disagree as their matching dark brown eyes and their dark hair. They also had his temper. There wasn’t a single day that didn’t end without a fight. But they all loved each other despite the stress they put on their poor sweet mother’s heart.

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“Yahooo!” The web crusader swings around the city with a laugh bubbling through her being as the adrenaline pumps through her veins. Today wasn’t that bad today when it came to crime. No cat burgalurs, no bank robberies, No super mutants, No robots, and No…

A shrilling laugh fills the sky as Maria lands on top of a building. As she looks around for the source of the noise, a figure flies over her. Several flashes of gold falls down onto the streets below and a series of explosions go off at the chilling sound of a woman’s laugh among the symphony of screams. The woman was flying on a golden glider looking device with a skin tight blue holographic suit with an orange cloak wrapping around her features with a devilish jackolatern mask on.

“Who the hell is that?” She asks to no one as she swung up to catch up to the maniac, “Hey Spooky!”

Maria sticks a web onto the glider and propels herself into the air before slamming down on top of the villain. The woman shrieks as she falls off her glider with the spider until the glider follows them down. The villainess throws a purple bomb at the girl before her glider catches her. The teenager shoots a web onto a near by building and catches the bomb.

“No thanks, I’m not on interested in what you’re cooking.” She throws the bomb into the air before it explodes. However, instead of smoke, an orange portal appears as a strong suction causes the spider’s grip to slip and fly into the air. “Hey!” She yells as she gets pulled into the portal.

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A scream echos through the Lobby as a flaying spider falls down from a portal. Hobie rolls his eyes while Jessica looks up unimpress.

“Another newbie?” She asks as the spider girl catches herself on a walk way above the duo.

“I don’t know.” The rocker mumbles as he tunes his guitar. “You know that they normally end up in some alternate dimension where the floor is lave or some shite.”

The spider girl looks around her in shock as she sees millions of other spider people walking around her and she begins to hyperventilates. “No no no no. Please Please don’t tell me I’m dead……”

Jessica frowns hearing a young voice panicking and she whistles up at the girl.

“Hey, Newbie! Come here for a minute.”

Maria swings down as the older woman takes off her googles, her warm eyes brings the younger girl to ease enough to ask,

“W-where am I?”

Hobie chuckles, thinking that the girl was confused after failing to jump. “You’re in the Lobby, remember? Didn’t Sunny give you a tour?”

“Sunny? Whose that?” Maria looks at the duo confused as Hobie takes off his mask to look at the girl more closely.

Jessica looks at the girl suspiciously as Hobie examines the masked girl. “Your suit is certainly different. It kinda looks like O’ Hara’s.”

Maria jumps at the mention of her last name and faces Hobie as her patience snaps. “How did you know that? And who are you guys and why are you guys dresssed lik-”

The manic girl halts as she hears a familiar voice call out from above.

“Hey,guys!” The gentle voice calls out as she swings down from several platforms above with a friendly smile plastered on her unmasked face. Hobie and Jessica return her smile as she lands infront of them. Maria stares in horror as the duo greets the cheery spider.

“Oi, Sunny, whatcha swing up to,love?” Hobie jokes as he hugs the woman he viewed as his friend and sister figure.

“Boss man sent me out to look at what fell through the portal while Lyla was rebooting.” She says calmly as Jessica scoffs. Miguel sending Sunny out to check something out? Nope, thats not how he ran things. He would rather send out everyone else before he would dare risk his sol getting injured.

“Boss sent you to check out a portal?” The beautiful woman asks as Sunny rubs the back of her neck, clearly leaving out some details.

“Well, an anomalous Hobgoblin managed to hack into Lyla’s systems and shut her down so it can escape…Our comms are down too..He said to get Hobie and Ben so they can investigate the scene actually…” The jumping spider admits as she feels her cheeks warm in embarrassment.

Jessica chuckles at her friend’s confession as she remembers the new spider who was silent the whole time they were speaking.

“Oh yeah, well this new recruit came out of the portal.”She shrugs as she directed Sunny to the small blue spider woman. “You really need to give these new guys better directions for portal jumping.”

The now confused woman shakes her head as she looks at Maria before looking back at Jessica.

“There aren’t any new recruits.” She states as she frowns at the still masked girl as she walks up to her. “Hey, whats your name, honey?” She asks in her familiar concerned voice that Maria just heard this morning.

It was her mother…well at least someone who looks like her mother. She was several years younger than her mom, clearly in her mid to late twenties. Other than that, she was her. Even down to the same facial markers and the always warm edge of her voice. What really drawn her back was the fact her mom, or this woman that looked like her was wearing a black spider suit like her own with white along her chest and inner lining of her limbs.

“Holy shit…” The girl gasps at the woman before she slowly reaches up and removes her mask. Her dark eyes peers back at her ‘mother’s’ in shock before mumbling, “Mama?”

“Mama!?” Jessica screams in surprise before she quickly studies the now unmasked girl and the paling spiderwoman. The similar way their wide eyes meet each other while their matching jawlines stuck in an a gasps expression. They definitely looked the part…

(Y/N) was the first one to move as she slowly lifts her trembling hands up to the girl’s face and cups it in a gentle grasp. She carefully traces her features with a haunted look on her face, almost like she was looking for something in her face, or maybe someone. As realization forms in her face that this was in fact her child, tears began to bubble in her waterline as her lips trembled.

“You’re my baby?...I have a daughter…” She says outloud before gently tracing under Maria’s eye with a look of disbelief and love. Maria’s own eyes burn as she sees her mother’s face in her clone as she nods. “Yea…My name is Maria…Maria O’Hara.”

And with that new revelation, the cheery spider faints due to the shock while Jessica yells out for help while Hobie was frozen due to the fact that not only that Miguel O’Hara and his delightful sidekick have a child from a different dimension, but that she was actually hot.

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Safe to say, Miguel was not happy.

After Lyla successfully rebooted and came back online, Miguel went to dimension 1784-B and recaptured the Hobgoblin. He never felt such satisfaction than when he tackled the flying witch out of the sky and tore apart her glider with his bare hands. He wasn’t very pleased that the villain easily gotten her hands on one of the gizmos and some prototype traps he was working on, so he made sure that the femal hobgoblin would never dare attempt to do anything like that again.

.After he returned to the surveillance platform, his annoyance grew as he hears that not only did some spider woman he had no idea about came into the Lobby, but that some incident caused his sunshine to be taken to the infirmary.

“Lyla,” The annoyed man calls to the AI as he walks towards the infirmary. A tiny version of his fur coat wearing digital assistant appears on his shoulder as he focuses ahead of him with a glare. He can practically feel all the blood vessels in his hand pop as clenched his fist as he thought about all the ways he was going to say to the woman who had the nerve to injure his amor. “Give me all the information on this spider.”

“Yes ‘Miggy’” Lyla teases as she pulls up the file. “Spiderwoman 1784-B aka Maria O’Hara. 18 years old and has been spiderwoman for 2 years. A student at NYU with an undecided major and lives with her two younger brothers, Gabriel and Ben O’ Hara and her parents…Oh Shit!”

The miniature AI starts laughing as she clenches her stomach. Miguel growls at Lyla’s outburst and seethes. “What is it?”

As she recovers, she throws up a projection infront of him with a smirk. “Check this out. You and Sunny do get a happy ending!”

Miguel freezes as his wide eyes look at the image infront of him with a tremble in his form. The image displayed was a family picture that was clearly taken at a high school graduation with a family of five huddled together with wide grins splitting their loving faces. The first to catch his attention was the vision of him standing beside a teenage girl with a boy no older than seven on his shoulders with a look of happiness and pride in his gaze as one arm was slung across the girl’s shoulder. He was clearly older than he was now, but the lack of red eyes and fangs made Miguel nearly not recognize him. Its been so long since he’s seen himself before becoming spiderman… The next thing that caught his attention was an older version of his beloved also smiling at the camera with a teenage boy on your side a gentle hand placed on his shoulder as the woman’s attention was focus gazing a her daughter with such joy.

The children were a perfect mixture of you both despite the obvious favour in appearance being on his side. He carefully examines each child and their features as he releases a shaky breath as a single tear escapes his eye.

This was impossible…How can you two have a family somewhere in the spiderverse and he didn’t know? the two have a family…they got married…she gave him the most beautiful children he could ever dream of and they both weren’t spidermen…they met and fell in love with out the worry of the universe on their shoulders…But their daughter…Their girl has this…burden instead…

“Miguel?” The unease in the AI’s voice brings him back to reality as he rubs his eyes.

“I’m fine.” He snaps as he materializes his mask back onto his face.

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“So we are all connected by this weird multiverse of spidermen?” Maria questions as she quips an eyebrow as she looks at the other teen.

“Yep.” Gwen nods as she leans back in the chair.

The group were huddled around the hospital bed as their cheerful friend laid in bed unconscious. Upon pouncing the new spider about her life and what life was like on her dimension, Gwen took the initiative and began explaining about the Spiderverse, careful to avoid talking about the girl’s variant spider parents.

“And this is a team of Spiderpeople that goes around and makes sure that the events of their life goes on course? Like the time police? Does that mean theres other versions of me? “ She rapidly askes the punk. The blonde chuckles as she can definitely see how much of Sunny was actually in this girl.

“Yep and kinda like that. We make sure the canon goes as planned so your universe doesn’t collapse. And when it comes to the other versions of you…” Gwen looks towards the unconscious spider before meet her ‘daughter’s’ curious gaze. “If theres other versions of Sunny and Miguel, then there is other versions of you.”

“Wait. Is there a spiderman version of my dad?” She asks as the door opens.

Jessica looks up from watching her phone and smiles at Miguel while Hobie curses. Miguel’s mask fades away as Hobie begins to speak.

“Look boss, the kid didn’t mean to…”

“Are you alright, Maria?” Miguel’s uncharacteristicially soft voice interrupts Hobie’s defense as his ruby eyes locked on the girl.

His rapid heart flooded his senses as he looked over his ‘daughter’. She didn’t look like Gabriella like he thought he would, even though he already seen her face. She looked like his sunshine despite her having a majority of his features. She was his girl, his beloved’s child…

“Um yea…”The starstruck girl mumbles as she looks at the variant of her father. Unlike the unconscious variant of her mom, the age wasn’t the biggest indicate that he was different from her dad, it was the gentle red eyes and the fangs peeking out from his lips. “Holy shit, you’re cool…” She accidentially admits out loud which causes the man to chuckle.

“Oye, no maldigas delante de tus padres, pequeña araña.” He playfully scolds before he starts fiddling with his gizmo. “I think its time you head home now. Its almost time for dinner and I’m sure ‘I’ wouldn’t like for you to be late.”

A portal opens beside them as Maria smiles at Miguel. “Cool…can I have one of those?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Well it was worth a try.” Maria giggles as she walks up to the portal before looking at Miguel concerned. “What about that Hobgoblin? And about…” The teenager looks towards her sleeping ‘mom’.

“I took care of it for you and don’t worry about her.” Miguel chuckles as he gazes lovingly at his love. “Yo siempre cuido de tu madre, ¿no?”

Maria grins as she feels giddy over the idea that no matter what dimension, her parents will always love each other.

“Yep and word of advice, stop having kids after one!” She jokes as she steps into the portal and goes home.

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A soft groan emits from the bed as Miguel looks up from his book. The sleepy eyes of his love meets his as he leans over and caresses his cheek.

“Good morning, mi amor…you had a good rest?” He coos as he pushes the hair away from her face.

Tears prickle in her sleepy gaze as the memory of her new friend came back. In a horse whisper, she tearfully asks, “Did you see her? Did you meet our girl?” A smile forms on her face as Miguel nods and rests his forehead against hers.

“Sí, mi amor. Y ella era perfecta.”

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As the portal closes behind her, Maria looks around with a breath of relief as she sees shes in her bedroom back home.

“Thank god that’s over-!”

Before the stress could finally leave her chest, a shattering sound of a phone screen snaps her attention to her brother Gabriel looking at her in shock. Maria looks horrified as she realizes she is in the middle of her bedroom in her spidersuit and unmasked infront of her little brother…

“SHIT!!!”

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Translations:

¡Tu madre ya te llamó dos veces! ¡Baja y come!- Your mother already called you twice! Come down and eat!

Chicos, no le faltéis al respeto a vuestro padre. La única razón por la que tu madre puede hacerlo es porque me echará de la cama.-You boys don't disrespect your father. The only reason your mother can is because she'll kick me out of bed.

¡¿Qué diablos dijiste?!- What the hell did you say?!

¡¡Miguel, no te atrevas a maldecir en la mesa de mi comedor!!- Miguel, don't you dare curse at my dining room table!!

Oye, no maldigas delante de tus padres, pequeña araña.- Hey, don't curse in front of your parents, little spider.

Yo siempre cuido de tu madre, ¿no?-I always take care of your mother, don't I?

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stevesgother · 14 days ago

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American Teenager - R.B

Pairing - Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

WC - 3.9k

Part 1 of the I Wish I Knew You series

General Warnings - internalized homophobia, regular homophobia, religious and evangelical themes/descriptions, cursing, drug/alcohol use, depictions of religious trauma, eventual smut

AN - before we even start let me disclaim: this series will explore heavy topics. a lot of it is self-indulgent, as a queer woman who grew up in the church. If you find any of the themes listed above triggering or upsetting in any way, DO NOT PROCEED. i’m so excited for you guys to read this one. With love ~ emma <3

On your fifteenth birthday, your father gave you a purity ring.

Today, the sun cascading through the delicate stained-glass windows reflects perfectly off the dainty diamond in its setting; your hands clasped in prayer.

‘Our Father, as we gather in Your presence, we thank You for the blessings of this day,’

Your father’s unwavering voice echoes the service’s concluding prayer over the congregation as you sit thigh to thigh with your mother, heads bowed. A singular pleated french braid fell neatly down your back, styled just how your mother liked it. The sanctuary smells of stale communion crackers and mildew. You silently scold yourself for wishing it would be time to leave already.

‘In Your holy name we pray,’

Amen.

The old wooden pews creak as the mass starts to funnel out of the church; a cacophony of chatter and laughter erupts throughout the room as different families begin to socialize. Sues and Annes, Toms and Franks– asking each other for prayer. ‘My husband got laid off.’ they’ll say, or ‘We’re having trouble conceiving.’

Sometimes when you watch them all flock together like this, you wonder if you’re being given a prophetic glimpse of your future.

“And Y/N, how are you and your boyfriend?”

You’re snapped out of your daze, “Sorry?”

“‘Ben’ is it? How are you and Ben doing?”

“Oh we’re–” you shake your head distractedly, hair swishing along the back of your perfectly ironed dress, “We’re good, thank you,”

“She and Ben are actually going to Princeton next year,” your mother adds triumphantly, “just received the acceptance letters last week!”

“Oh!” Your mother’s friend Dorothy squeals, “Isn’t that delightful?!”

“We’re very proud of her.” your father compliments as he wraps a tight arm around your shoulder, “She’s even going for ministry.”

“Well, that’s just wonderful,” Dorothy laments, “you know, I went to a bible college–” she looks at you in a stern, motherly way that makes sweat prickle at your brow, a bony finger dancing in your direction, “there is truly nothing better than committing your life to our Lord.”

This is the conversation you decide to ruminate on as you sit in front of your vanity mirror, brushing your braid out in a daze. You must’ve been sitting there, running that wide tooth comb through your hair, for at least ten minutes now– your delicate strands starting to break and frizz.

The worn pages of your leather-bound journal stick to one another as you fold it open, ready to spill your guts amongst the pages,

April 8th, 1986

Tomorrow is Monday. A new week, with new responsibilities. I’m scared to disappoint daddy, but I know he just wants the best for me. Ben came over for dinner tonight, momma really loves him, I think. I think he’s sweet. He’s been bringing me flowers more often. They’re always wrapped in brown paper instead of that ugly plastic you get at the grocery store. He’d make a good husband one day, don’t you think? Write again soon.

You always sign your name in your frilly cursive at the end of each passage as if anyone else would be writing in your diary except for you. You think it feels more formal that way. More official.

...

Eight o’clock is decidedly too early for band class. Your flute keeps drooping in your hands, your notes are flat, and your breath support is terrible. Maybe your lingering drowsiness is just the excuse you’re using to deflect from the fact that what’s really distracting you is a girl across the room that you’ve never seen before, standing awkwardly and tuning her trumpet.

She’s sporting chipped, black nail polish and bright red converse covered in inky doodles. Her hair is a sandy blonde color and looks just a little chemically damaged like maybe she’d bleached it recently. It’s miles shorter than yours, though– resting just above her shoulders.

The girl doesn’t pay you any mind, nor anyone else for that matter. Mrs. Foster didn’t even introduce her to the class, and there certainly weren’t any students lining up to meet her. She stood out like a sore thumb and her style reminded you a bit of that one super senior who was still in Mrs. O’Donnell’s English class. It makes you wonder where she came from, and why on Earth she would ever come here. Two months before graduation, no less.

She had her instrument packed and was standing by the door before the bell even rang. You hoped distantly that she had someone to sit with at lunch. Claire and Ben would be totally pissed if you ditched them to keep her company otherwise.

When you got to the cafeteria, the two of them were already seated, waiting for you and looking as if they were squabbling about something stupid again. Nothing new.

“Oh, don’t have a cow, Claire,” you hear your boyfriend say as you sit beside him. He takes a generous bite of a ham and cheese sandwich and speaks with his mouth full, “your life is hardly over.” It always makes your stomach churn when he does that. He could be so boyish and gross sometimes.

“A ‘C’ is totally gonna bring down my GPA!” Claire cries in response.

“Didn’t you like, already get accepted into your top school?” You ask carefully, as not to rock the boat. Claire was like that: easily agitated. Every conversation with her felt like walking a tightrope.

Claire scoffs, “You know, some of us actually have to work for our futures?”

Ben cuts in, somehow foreseeing the words about to spew out of her mouth, “Claire, don’t–”

“--Not all of our daddies can just buy our way into ministry school. You don’t even have to know anything to get into those programs, for Christ’s sake.” She spits, a scowl painting her face.

She’s not usually so cruel. As angry as you want to be, pesky tears prick the corners of your eyes. Why must you cry for every emotion?

“That’s not fair,” you say, trying your hardest to sound stoic but the wobble in your voice betrays you. If there’s one thing Claire hates, it’s weakness. She’s like a damned army general sometimes– every tear that rolls down your cheek just fuels her anger.

She wasn’t always this way. There was a time, before Ben and before high school, where the two of you were inseparable. Hanging upside down from your knees on the monkey bars and sharing cherry popsicles in a blistering summer heat. Claire was like the sister you never had– and now? Now a sickly, dreadful feeling washed over you every time you anticipated seeing her.

“You’re right,” Claire snaps, “It’s not.”

“You know how hard I worked to get into Princeton.” You defend.

“Please, spare me. It’s all any of us have been hearing about all year.”

“Claire–” Ben spits through clenched teeth.

Without another word to either of them, you collect your things and make a beeline for the girl's bathroom. Your boyfriend picks his jaw up off the floor in time to catch you by the forearm as you’re making a run for it.

“Hey, no, wait–”

“Leave me alone, Ben,” you say as you try and wriggle your arm from his grip, tears still breaching your lash line.

“She’s just–” he searches, “she’s just stressed out.”

“And you would know right?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ll talk to you later, Ben,”

As you’re walking away, you catch bits and pieces of a hushed conversation between your friends as your boyfriend sits back down.

‘You know I’m right.’

‘Claire, enough. You know how her dad is.’

You don’t bother listening to the rest of their bickering. It doesn’t matter.

The swinging door of the restroom pushes open with a creak. You approach the large mirror mounted above the sinks, getting an up-close and personal look at your skin under the harshest fluorescent lighting you’ve ever seen. You look like a corpse and your mascara is running in two distinct paths down your cheeks.

It’s as you're aggressively wiping the streaked makeup off your face that you hear a small sniffle emanating from the stall behind you. You freeze momentarily, having previously been under the assumption that you were alone.

“Hello?” You call quietly into the void.

Only another sniffle echoes back at you.

“Is… someone there?”

A meek ‘yeah’ emanates from behind the stall door.

“Who is it?”

The stall door pushes open to reveal a disheveled looking girl. The girl from band.

The entire front of her is covered in some lumpy substance, you don’t even attempt at a guess at what it is. Maybe mashed potatoes? Maybe chocolate milk? Both?

Neither of you say anything for a moment, until you break the silence with a super helpful, “Oh my gosh…are you okay?”

“Well, other than Tommy H and his gaggle of idiots dowsing me in concoction of–” she glances down at her soiled clothes, “whatever the hell this is, I’d say pretty I’m dandy.”

You grimace in disgust on her behalf– can practically feel your own clothes stinking and sticking to your skin just by looking at hers, “I’m so sorry, they’re…” you can’t seem to find any appropriate words to describe that group of degenerates.

“Assholes?” She offers.

“Sure,” you chuckle, thankful that she filled in the blank for you.

She begins yanking paper towels from the machine hanging on the wall, running them under the faucet and wiping them down the front of her t-shirt, but to no avail.

“Shit!”

“Do you… have a change of clothes?” You ask hesitantly as she’s still furiously scrubbing.

“No, and my mom’s totally gonna murder me if I come home like this! She just bought me this shirt after I’d been begging and begging for it, and then when she finally did buy it, she just told kept telling me how expensive it was and then I felt bad and now I–”

You’ve never heard someone talk as fast as her in your life. Like actually ever.

“Hey, okay–” you cut her off, “why don’t we leave a little early? I can bring you back to my house and you can wear something of mine?” You gesture to her, “And I can wash your shirt.”

“Are you sure?” She winces, fully preparing for this to be just another esoteric joke at her expense.

In all honesty, you really weren’t sure. You’d never skipped school before, let alone brought a friend home without your parents meeting their parents first and giving you the greenlight. This was uncharted territory for you, but the girl’s wide and pleading blue eyes were chipping at your resolve. You wanted to help her.

“Yeah, of course,”

“You’re a lifesaver,” she deflates in relief, you can practically see the tension leaving her shoulders in real time. “I’m Robin, by the way.” She says, sticking out her hand for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you, Robin.” You smile and return the gesture.

...

On the ride back to your house, you learned that Robin walked to school every day all the way from where she lived in Forest Hills trailer park. Some deducing led you to the conclusion that that's at least a thirty-five minute walk both ways. She’d worried aloud and picked at the loose threads of her jeans the entire drive to your neighborhood, clearly scared of ruining the upholstery of your car; but you really didn’t mind. You were just glad to save her the trek home.

Your family wasn’t what you would consider ‘wealthy’, but to Robin, your upper middle-class home might as well have been a millionaire’s vacation house.

“So…this is me,” you state as you lead her inside, “I can give you the tour after you change, if you want?”

She looks a little awestruck, taking in her surroundings like a kid in a candy shop, “Yeah, sure…” she replies distractedly.

You lead her upstairs to your bedroom. It’s much nicer than Robin’s– just like the rest of your house– and much girlier too. All four walls are a shade of pale pink, adorned with posters of famous pop stars like Madonna and Blondie. The patchwork quilt that covers your bed matches the rest of the room's aesthetic laced with a frilly trim.

“Here’s a shirt and a pair of sweatpants,” you hold the pile of clothes out to Robin, breaking her stupor, “I hope they fit alright,”

“No, I’m sure they’ll fit great,” a beat of silence, “Where can I uhm–change?”

“Oh, duh– right, sorry,” you say with a palm to your forehead, “there’s a bathroom down the hall and to the left.”

You’re on edge the entire time you’re showing Robin around your house. Logically, you know both of your parents are at work, but the knowledge doesn’t help to ease the anxiety you feel at the thought of your father coming home to find a stranger in your house. You know what he would say about Robin– Robin and her kitchen scissor haircut and her black nail polish and pierced ears.

“Dude, you have two living rooms?” Robin asks in disbelief.

“Well, technically one’s a living room and one’s a…sitting room,” you cringe inwardly as you try to defend yourself but only feeling like a pretentious asshole the moment the words leave your mouth.

“I’ve never even had a second floor in any house I've lived in before,” she admits.

“Do you move around a lot?”

“I guess? But it’s just my mom and I now.” She answers.

“I’ve always lived here–” you start to say but are quickly cut off by the blur of Robin’s figure rushing past you and to your entertainment center.

“Holy shit! Is this an Atari?” She picks it up excitedly– the way she handles it admittedly makes you a little tense.

You laugh despite yourself at her bewilderment, “Yeah, do you wanna play while we wait for your clothes to finish in the wash?”

“Uhm, are you kidding? Obviously!”

So that’s how you spend the next two hours: thigh to thigh on your sofa with this hyper, golden retriever of a girl you just met less than a day ago, playing Slot Racers for long after her clothes are finished drying.

Just as you were about to beat Robin for the third race in a row, you hear the telltale sound of a key turning in the lock of your front door.

To say your father– who clearly was not expecting anyone to be home yet– was surprised, would be an understatement.

“Y/N?”

“Dad!” You shout, whipping around from where you’re sitting on the couch, “What’re you doing home already?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“Oh I– I uhm–” you stumble over yourself as you watch your worst fear become a terrifying reality.

“Why is there a stranger in my house?” He asks, interrupting your attempts at explaining yourself.

“Oh, this is–”

Robin shoots up rather abruptly from beside you, sticking her hand out stiffly– just like she did in the bathroom earlier, “Hi, I’m– my name’s Robin, it’s nice to meet you.”

She clears her throat nervously as she waits for your father to return the gesture as you had, but he doesn’t. He keeps his focus solely on you.

“Why is Robin in my house when your mother and I are not here?”

“Earlier, at school, Robin spilled something on her shirt. We came back here so she could wash it.” You know before you even offer it that your explanation isn’t going to cut it. You’re not getting off the hook this time.

“I see. I want you to take Robin back to her own house, and then I want you coming straight back here. Do you understand?”

“Yes–”

“‘Yes’ what?”

“Yes, sir.”

He waves you away with this hand, signaling you to grab Robin by her wrist to drag her to the washer and dryer unit next to your kitchen. You pluck her outfit from the machine and wordlessly lead her back to your car parked in the driveway.

It’s not until you’re idling in Robin’s driveway with her stark presence still beside you that you’re able to clock how fast you’re breathing.

“Hey,” she grazes your forearm with her slender, ring clad fingers, “are you okay?”

“Yeah!” You reassure her a little too quickly, “Yeah, my dads just– he can be a little strict sometimes, you know?”

“Yeah, believe me, I get it,” she chuckles, but it's mostly humorless, “my moms a lot like that too– I’m honestly still trying to figure out how I’m gonna explain why I’m wearing someone else’s clothes.”

“Maybe just say you got too sweaty during PE?”

That elicits a real laugh from Robin, one where you can see all her teeth as she throws her head back against the passenger seat. You think it’s the first time you’ve seen it but subconsciously hoping it won’t be the last.

“Honestly? Best case scenario is that she’s passed out, wine drunk, on the couch.”

She tries to mask the inherent sadness of her statement with another small giggle, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Well– here,” you say, grabbing a pen out of your glovebox and her hand, “just in case she is awake, you can call me, and I'll tell her what happened,” you offer, scribbling your landline’s number on her clammy palm.

“Thanks,” she smiles shyly, looking up at you through her lashes.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” You ask, “In band?”

“Yeah, I’ll– I’ll see you then,” she calls back with a two-finger salute as she shuts the door to your passenger seat and walks backwards towards her house.

You’re not sure what compels you to wait, parked in her driveway until you see her cross the threshold of her trailer door, but you do.

...

There is hell to pay when you get home.

Both of your parents sit side by side on the couch you had just sat on with Robin not more than thirty minutes ago.

Had he seriously called your mother home from work for this?

There's nothing polite or welcoming about their demeanor. Their posture is straight and hard, like two stone statues sitting in a stark contrast to the living room that’s all soft cushions and handmade quilts.

“Sit.” Your father commands.

So, you do, in the armchair across the room from them. Palms beginning to sweat.

You try to mirror their posture out of habit but find that you can’t will yourself to be so cold as them. You’re a human girl, after all. Sometimes you think the same can’t be said about your mother and father. You wonder what they talk about when you’re not around.

“I don’t want you hanging around that girl anymore,” your father speaks again. He spits the word ‘girl’ out of his mouth like its poison– like it may physically harm him to house between his teeth for even a second longer, “she’s a bad influence on you.”

“You don’t even know her–” you try to protest, though you saw this coming.

“Perhaps we could’ve gotten the chance to if you hadn’t snuck her into the house!” Your mother butts in, “You’ve never done something like this before! I simply don’t understand it.”

“I–”

“I mean, really, what’s gotten into you?” She asks, though you know the question is rhetorical. She’s not truly expecting an answer.

“I’m sorry,” you say, defeated, “It won’t happen again.”

“Go wash up. Supper is in an hour.” Your father dismisses you.

Upstairs, you can hear their hushed voices arguing about what to do with you as if they found you smoking pot or something. Or maybe even having unprotected, pre-marital sex with your boyfriend and them sleeping in the room next door. What you actually did feels wildly inconsequential in comparison, but then again, you’d never really broken a house rule before.

You poked and prodded at your shepherd's pie for an hour before they finally sent you away from the dining table. You thought about Robin approximately every four and a half minutes. You don’t know what it was about her that made you lose your appetite, but not in the way you do when you’re angry or sad– in the way you do before a big test, or maybe prom night. The moths in your gut too restless, taking up far too much space for any food.

Tossing and turning in your bed, you kept imagining your phone ringing. The phantom sound of it driving you nearly insane. And when it does finally ring, you think you’re not really hearing it.

Picking up the receiver and placing it adjacent to your ear, expecting to hear the distinct but strangely familiar rasp of Robin’s voice on the other line.

“Hey, babe,”

Ben.

You ignore the way your stomach drops slightly in disappointment, “Hey, Ben.”

“Where’d you go earlier? I didn’t see you in sixth period.”

“Yeah, I–” Think of something. Quickly. “I wasn’t feeling well. Went home early.”

“Oh, Okay. A couple people said they saw you leaving with this girl? Thought maybe you’d ditched, but then I thought ‘that’s crazy, she’d never do that.’” He laughed as if it was the most preposterous thing he’d ever heard. Ben. Your sweet, naive Ben.

Your reciprocated laughter sounds a touch more nervous and less sincere than his, “Gosh, no,”

A feminine giggle breaks the barrier of the call.

“Is someone there?” You ask.

“What?”

“I thought I heard something. A laugh, maybe?”

“TV’s on downstair, baby.”

You don’t think to question it again. Ben may be dull, but he’s not a liar.

When you don’t speak again, he asks, “So, I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah, you’ll see me tomorrow.”

“Sweet, love you.”

He hangs up the phone before you get the chance to say it back. You don’t know why, but you’re grateful. You can’t help but notice that he’d never asked you how you were feeling. Obviously, you weren’t really sick, but he had at least thought you were.

You put it out of your mind as you open your journal:

Dear diary,

I met this girl today. She’s lanky. And tall. And has short brown hair. Her clothes are a little beat up, but in that cool way I can never seem to do on purpose. I found her crying in the bathroom, which was a little awkward. Turns out we’re both in the marching band! I know we’re graduating soon and all but, I don’t know maybe we could end up being friends? I feel like Claire’s been totally in her own world lately. She actually said some really harsh things to me at lunch today. I also ditched school. I feel guilty. I prayed about it, repented too, but momma and daddy are still really mad at me. But I was doing it to help someone! That girl, her name is Robin. I don’t know her last name. I’ll remember to ask her tomorrow morning.

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Just something floating in my head tonight. Yn is a singer/actress who's laptop with unreleased songs is stolen. The songs are about people in her life. Past. Present and foreseeable future?

See what happens when they begin to get leaked and her fans and haters get an even closer look at her life through her music.

Also of course it’s Formula1 related! :)

Well here we go…..

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Celebrity GossipMag

Breaking: Singer/Actress Yn/Ln’s home has been burglarized while young IT girl away was filming for new Netflix show.

A source close to the young singer says the home was broken into in the early hours of this morning. Luckily no one was in the home at the time of the robbery but sadly valuables were taken from the home.

Among these items were jewelry, designer handbags, cash and various electronics. But the source says the main concern is… a missing laptop. Not just any laptop, you know the one. Y/n mentioned it in a recent interview "It's almost like my diary, but it’s songs ive written for different people at different times in my life. Some are happy, some are sad, some are dirty and some are just plain mean. No ones’s spared.”Quote from recent Vogue Jan. 2024 issue).

If you follow her music you know the singer often writes about life experiences and sometimes her personal relationships (she's had plenty! Some more controversial then others.) We have to wonder who made the cut? Who could have a song or two on this laptop? Could it be old beau Drew Starkey? Joe Kerry? Rumored older man Sebastian Stan among others(bad girl) or could it be her most recent rumored man? A certain papaya wearing Formula 1 Driver? The two were crossing paths quite often last year but we could never confirm the gossip.

Our source tells us Yn/Ln's team is in shambles. Unreleased music is potentially out there that the singer/actress seems to have had no intention of releasing. How bad can it be y/n?

Our team will be covering this story and providing more details as we receive them. Let’s hope our "close source" stays close.

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The headlines were every where, one of her songs got leaked.

"This. Is. A. Fucking. Nightmare!" Y/n said into her phone. She wasn't even at home yet but from what she was told - the house was trashed. She had let her team sort it, to gutted to see the violation her personal space had went through. She had to sell the place now.

Walking in to her hotel room she switched the tv on and threw herself on the couch.

"Why does crap like this happen to me!" she continued.

"You have to relax, i cant imagine what you’re feeling right now, But you cant keep stressing over this." her manager Neal said.

She groaned.

“You know the media is gonna says its about him! It's gonna bring all his fangirls back to my socials. My Instagram comments were finally easing up with the death threats. The guy tore me apart, but im the one who got the hate. Now he's gonna be on cloud fucking nine, thinking I’m stuck on him. Everyone will assume it’s about him. I was done, I moved on, had my single time and got back out there. I have the bestest Boyfriend ever, It's going great and now this happens. Poor guy is gonna be scared away. Thank god he's busy at the moment" She said watching the cars on the tv.

She couldn't help what she wrote - it just happened. It was the only way to lay feelings to rest at times. Most of her songs were flirty, sexy fun, but the last ones..

Her last relationship had really put her through it. It started out like magic, then it slowly turned into something dark. The media and his fans started catching wind of it and just turned it into something twisted. He soon didn't want to be seen with her, she was hidden away in a corner, watching from the outside as he kept the playboy image "he wasn't ready to make it official, but he only had eyes for you"

She never used to be the girl that would let a guy walk all over her, but i guess every girl has that one person that puts you under their spell.

She was now seeing someone knew, boy did it take some convincing on his part at first. The man was persistent. Since she first met him she always found him attractive, and his confidence when it came to pursing her was hot as hell.

She kept him at arms length for months, she didn't want to start anything but the man would not leave her alone, and soon enough she was talking to him every day and night. Both of them secretly flying to each other’s homes for friendly visits. But his persistence paid off and once it did, the man could get her on her back, her knees, on the counter, bent over a car… you get the picture. They were electric. She did still have some lingering insecurities because of her ex, waiting for something to ruin her happiness again. But its been almost a year of secrecy and they were it. She knew it.

They were making plans together, how to ease into a more public relationship. He would definitely put her more in the spotlight. He was kind of a big deal.

The drama would be there just because of who they were to each other, but now he would hear not only things written about himself, but about her ex.

"Y/n im sure he will understand. I think if you just talk to him, give the guy a little warning on what else could come. Maybe go visit? You've wrapped up filming with OBX, we cleared your schedule for the next couple weeks. He's been wanting you to go visit. Go" Neal said.

"I don- -" she started.

"Go! If the worse happens, and it all comes out. It wont be as bad as you think. Your fans have always wanted more music from you anyway. We can spin this to your favor. Just go and spend time with that filthy man of yours, and dont worry about his reaction. I've heard some of the songs you wrote about him. He will NOT hate it. No guy would, not that the guy needs it but it will be an ego boost…..I just want your two hands on me at all times baby, if y- -

"STOOOOP" she shouted in embarrassment. Her cheeks flushing. Hearing her manager singing her lyrics back to her was not on her bingo card this year.

He chuckles "Im just trying to make my point, He wont have a thing to worry about if any of songs about him come out. The other guy however…yikes."

Y/n sighed.

"Seeing him would be nice” she said.

"It's already booked babe" he said.

You smiled, so like Neal to know you were gonna cave.

"Guess i got some packing to do.. send me the details, and we'll talk later about how we could spin this."

LEAKED SONG INCOMING

Mustang Baby - Yn/Ln

I just wanna be that little Mustang I can make your heart race, baby (baby, baby) Kiss me doin' 90 on the highway You can make a good girl crazy (crazy, crazy)

You're such a cowboy, baby And I've never been anywhere I like the gold on your tooth And you like the wind in my hair I've never tasted freedom You live so wild and free You lit a fire, somethin' wild in me

I just wanna be that little Mustang I can make your heart race, baby (baby, baby) Kiss me doin' 90 on the highway You can make a good girl crazy (crazy, crazy) Mustang, Mustang, Mustang baby Good girl, good girl, good girl, crazy I just wanna be that little Mustang Be your little Mustang, baby

I just wanna drive a little Mustang I want her to feel it in her bones We get loud, no, she don't wanna slow dance And I think that it's pretty when she moans Ridin' shotgun, put your hands up Fuck you on the 101, mm-mm Fuck me on the 101, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Mustang, baby, Mustang, Mustang Mustang, baby, baby, baby

Say I'm your favorite cowgirl And I'll let you ride it all night Show me how bad you want it (ooh, oh) From sunset to the sunrise Ridin' shotgun with my hands up Fuck me on the 101 ('01), ah-ah Fuck me on the 101, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah

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CelebGoss - It's happened! The first leak of many we are sure, has come out! Yn/Ln why were you keeping this from us, and it looks like we got a featured artist as well on this one! Who do we think this is about? We have a obvious guess but what do you think? Have a listen at the link below and drop your thoughts in the comments" 432,967 likes 324,987 comments

@landoswhoreis: Sooo desperate to get back with lando, its embarrassing. @Y/nsNumber1: Hate that it came out without her putting it out herself. But damn do it love it! My Hot AF Queen. Go off! @quadfour: I'd Fk to this. @user50384: Are we sure this about Lando? @formulahottie: @user50384 Who else would it be about? @nor1sslover: @lando kissing her doing 90 on the highway is dangerous sir! @papayapiastri: @nor1sslover tagging him is just messy lol @anoyngirl: this dropped 4 minutes ago, the amount of likes is crazy @Ferraifwend1655: Mustang? girl its a Mclaren. @user8970: "say im your favorite cowgirl.. i'll let you ride it all night"!! GAWWD! @Fewnorrisell: if the rumors were true, he's regretting letting her go after hearing this! @landfandom4: @Fewnorrisell Maybe they're together still! We never got confirmation if they were together or not. Only rumors!

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Maybe another part soon! Also disclaimer: I don’t own the song! Nessa Barrett does!!

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years ago

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Beach Day | Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - but encouraged by @holacia3 with this ask

Pairing: Modern!Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) manages to pull Tommy out of the office so that they can go on a trip. Once at their destination, they waste no time and have a much needed beach day. Or: Tommy forgets everything the second he sees (Y/N) wearing his shirt.

Warnings: language, some suggestive sentences

Word Count: 3332

A/N: this one’s probably going to flop, but I’m happy that I managed to finish it amidst the bout of writer’s block I’ve been experiencing. It was the other option on the poll I ran a few weeks ago. I haven’t got to take a trip to the beach this summer, so I decided to write about it instead. Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: this will be the last story posted in July … I’m going on a trip with my family next week and most likely won’t have any major time to write the other requests. I’m hoping that maybe I’ll be able to write and share some of the blurbs that I’ve got in my asks, but big stories have been halted until August.

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"...and you can't argue with me because I've already packed your bags," (Y/N) ended her pitch in an assured tone, setting her confident gaze on her fiancé, who was sitting across from her...at his desk, of course.

Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but the door to the office opening stopped him. Both he and (Y/N) looked over to it to find Polly entering the room. "I'm going to need you to hand over your diary," she said, walking right over to the desk, extending her hand towards her nephew when she stopped in front of it.

"I'm guessing you got her in on this?" Tommy asked (Y/N), his eyebrows raised as he looked between both women.

"I did," (Y/N) nodded in an assured manner, a tight-lipped grin present on her face, "and you're not getting out of it."

"Everything's been handled. Go take a break, Thomas," Polly added, moving her fingers then to remind him that she was going to need his diary.

"So it's been settled then, eh?" he looked at (Y/N) again.

"It has been," she answered him, a victorious smile present on her face, "give her the diary, Tommy."

"If I must," he sighed dramatically as he picked it up from his desk and handed it over to his aunt, making a big deal over it. Inside he was glad that (Y/N) had planned this out...he'd been working tirelessly on the business' latest expansion and hardly had a moment to breathe, but yet he wasn't going to stop and take one for himself. (Y/N) realized that and took it upon herself to plan the forced holiday.

"You must," (Y/N) stayed stern on her point, although the smile she was wearing was full on her face now. Tommy took one more look at his fiancée and couldn't stop the smile from forming on his face. There was not a doubt in his mind that he was ready to relax with her.

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By that time the next day, Tommy and (Y/N) found themselves checked into a private resort that sat right off of a beautiful beach.

After unpacking their luggage, Tommy made his way out to the living area of the suite they were staying in with the intention of checking in on how things were back at home. He was thankful that this resort had high-speed internet, because he couldn't stand to be disconnected for too long. The flight to the resort was already pushing the limits...nothing would connect in that damned airport.

It seemed as though (Y/N) had other ideas of what they should be doing next. She exited the bedroom the second he'd gotten comfortable on one of the couches. Taking one look at Tommy made her audibly sigh and drop her hand to hit against her thigh, the sound of it making him look up from the screen.

He immediately noted that she had changed. Her comfortable airport attire had been switched for a swimsuit and a loose, practically see through dress that she was using as a cover-up. A pair of sunglasses rested atop her head and flip-flops covered her feet. How she managed to get changed so fast completely perplexed him.

"You're back to thinking of work already?" she commented, a bit of an exasperated look filling her features.

"You know how I like to check on things," he stated, defending himself as he shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"I do know, but we're on holiday, Tommy," she pointed out.

"Yeah, but we just got here."

"Yeah...and I'm already ready to go down to the beach."

"I noticed that."

"Tommy..." (Y/N) sighed, a frown forming on her lips. She held her gaze on him for a moment, watching and waiting for him to say something, before continuing to speak when silence persisted. "I'm going to throw your bloody phone in the ocean if this is how this week's going to play out," she threatened him, her voice holding a more serious tone than it had before.

"Just let me do it now," he bargained with her, "I didn't know we were going to get into things so soon."

(Y/N) pursed her lips as she thought about his suggestion. She finally responded after letting silence hang in the air for a few moments, "fine. You can do it now, but please don't let it become a habit, ok? This was meant to take you away from work," she laid out her stipulations.

"Fair enough. I'll curb it for the rest of the week," he agreed to her counter-offer, nodding his head to seal the deal.

"Good," she nodded in response to his statement. A few beats of silence passed before she spoke again, "I'm going to go down to the pool and wait for you, ok?" she told him her plan.

"Ok," he agreed, watching her as she walked over to where he was sitting. "Look beautiful, baby," he couldn't resist giving her a compliment, his eyes running over her body.

"Thanks, Tommy," she smiled at him, her stomach filling with butterflies as she leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. "Don't be up here too long, hmm?" she mumbled against his lips after pulling away.

"I won't," he promised her, feeling her smile against his lips before they shared one more kiss. (Y/N) stood upright again, smiling and nodding at him once more before she moved back over the island that broke up the kitchen and living space.

"You know where to find me," she told him while making sure that her tote bag was filled with the essentials: beach towel, sun tan lotion, hotel room key, and, of course, her latest book. She looked over to him, watching as he nodded one last time, before she made her way to the door of the suite.

There weren't many people sitting by the pool, so (Y/N) was able to find an open lounge pretty quickly. She set her bag down next to the chair and then relaxed back against it. The ocean's waves could be heard from where she was, and the calming sound of them made her shut her eyes and take a deep breath. It was good to finally be able to take some time and actually relax.

As a senior member of the Shelby Company Ltd.'s marketing team, she was working just as much as Tommy was. Always coming up with new ways of advertising; always keeping up with the different avenues Tommy was taking the company down. It was tedious and time consuming, sure, but she wouldn't have it any other way...the job was how she met her fiancé, three years ago.

With both of their busy schedules, neither really had the time to take a moment and relax...until (Y/N) made a point to now. She was thankful for this trip, and she was sure that Tommy was, too.

Some time passed as she sat, relaxing on the pool lounge. She wasn't sure how long she'd been out there; she wasn't really keeping time as she switched between laying with her eyes closed and watching the other people meander about the pool area.

Luckily she was doing some people watching when Tommy came walking down the stairs and into the pool area of the resort. She spotted him as he was descending the steps, and immediately noticed that he'd changed into his beachwear. The white t-shirt and jeans he'd worn while traveling was now swapped for a pair of gray board shorts and a baby blue linen button down shirt. She couldn't help but stare at him as he walked across the area to get to where she was lounging.

"Ready to go down to the water?" he asked as he stopped in front of her lounge.

"I see you're finally finished with your work," (Y/N) commented, pulling her sunglasses down slightly to peer up at him.

He chuckled at her statement, shaking his head slightly as he looked out to the ocean, "yeah, and it's finished for the rest of the trip."

"If you say so," she brushed off the topic as she sat up on the lounge, collecting her bag and making sure that she had everything she'd come down with. "Let's go down to the beach," she said with a smile as she stood next to him. Tommy nodded his head before allowing her to lead the way to the gate that separated the pool area from the private beach that the resort offered.

The beach was beautiful. The sand was soft, and the breeze coming off of the waves made the hot rays of the sun not burn so bad. One of the perks of the resort having a private beach was the fact that there weren't many people inhabiting it.

(Y/N) and Tommy quickly found a spot to set their things down. (Y/N) made sure that the beach blanket Tommy had brought with him (because she'd forgotten it in the room) was laid out underneath one of the umbrellas the resort had set up. She set the bag down on it before kicking off her flip-flops and lifting the cover-up from her body.

"Let's go down to the water," she excitedly said, flashing a look in Tommy's direction before she took off towards the waves.

"You're not even gonna wait for me," he responded, moreso to himself than anyone, a smile forming on his face as he shook his head. He could easily tell how much she was already enjoying this holiday, and he was so thankful that she'd planned it for them. It took him a few moments to undo his button down and set it into the bag before he too kicked off his flip-flops and began walking down to the water.

He approached (Y/N), who was standing facing the waves, and wasted no time wrapping his arms around her midsection. His actions made her shriek at first, but she sunk into his embrace in seconds. "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked him, swaying slightly along with him.

"It is," he mused, resting the side of his head against hers as they looked out at the waves. "The water's not too cold either."

"It's not," she agreed, her hands coming up to sit on his forearms, "let's go in," she said then, tapping his arms to let him know she wanted to be released. He obliged, and she took his hand to lead him out deeper in the water.

They made their way out to where the water reached their waists, stopping there even though Tommy thought that they could go out a little bit further. (Y/N) protested his suggestion, telling him that 'things might eat us if we go any further'. Tommy listened to his fianceé's statement and stayed where they were. They spent a good amount of time in the water, switching from swimming around, to floating with the waves, to (Y/N)'s personal favorite: hanging onto Tommy like he was a tree and she was a koala.

At least an hour of them spending time in the water had to have passed before Tommy finally decided to start heading towards the shore. His movement, of course, didn't go unnoticed. "You're leaving me?" (Y/N) questioned after she saw him take a few steps backwards. She was enjoying herself in the water and had had no plans of leaving it any time soon.

"I think I'm ready to get out of the water," he answered with the obvious.

"We've not been in here long though," she pouted.

"I need to go sit for a minute, love. I'll be just up there," he told her, motioning to where their things were. (Y/N)'s pout didn't subside, but she nodded and allowed him to leave the waves.

She watched him walk up the beach and sit down on the blanket they'd laid out. Her eyes lingered for a few moments before she went back to floating on the waves.

It wasn't long before (Y/N) was exiting the water and walking up to where Tommy had made himself comfortable. It just wasn't the same wading in the waves alone. She wanted to spend as much time with Tommy as she possibly could. A sight - that she honestly wished she'd be surprised to see - was waiting for her at the blanket though.

"I thought you said you'd ditch the work while we're here?" she commented as she stopped in front of Tommy, who had his face buried in his smartphone as he tapped away at the screen.

Her voice made him quickly look up, a surprised expression forming on his face as he noticed she was right in front of him. "I was just checking a few things," he told her, holding his hands up in surrender, his now locked phone present in one of them.

"Mm-hmm," (Y/N) shook her head as she moved over to where the bag was sitting so that she could grab a towel and dry off, "you do know the ocean's right there, right? I could honestly take that phone and give it a good chuck," she stated, making sure her body was dry.

"You wouldn't," Tommy responded, a slight tone present in his voice, showing that he was testing the waters.

"I just might," she quipped back, a grin on her face as she dropped the towel back into the bag.

Before she could move to sit next to him, light blue fabric caught her eye. She instantly recognized it as the linen button down Tommy was previously wearing. She picked it up without a second thought, draping it over her shoulders and slipping her arms through the holes. It covered her swimsuit clad body immediately and she was grateful for the soft, cool fabric on her otherwise warm skin. She'd just finished rolling the sleeves up to her elbows when she finally felt Tommy's eyes on her.

Tommy had been watching her from the second she came back to the blanket. His phone was quickly forgotten as he watched her dry off and then grab the shirt from the bag. Sure, she had her own cover-up, but he was so damn happy that she'd chosen to slip his shirt on over her body. Something about her wearing his clothes just got him going. Just when he thought she couldn't get any more beautiful, she went ahead and did something like this. He couldn't help but let his eyes travel up and down her frame.

(Y/N)'s eyes finally found his when he found her face once more, and she couldn't stop the butterflies from fluttering in her stomach as she noticed the look he was giving her. She wanted to make a comment, but it died in her throat as she just about melted under his stare.

"C'mere," Tommy finally spoke, nodding his head to the side as a non-verbal addition to his statement. She grinned at him and happily followed his direction, moving over to where he was sitting.

He brought his knees up and opened his legs slightly, offering her the perfect spot to sit down in; one that she quickly fell into. She easily got comfortable sitting between his legs; her back rested against his chest. Tommy wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her, pulling her even closer to his body as he leant over and began pressing kisses to the side of her neck.

"Tommy, stop!" she exclaimed through her giggles, finally trying to squirm away from his lips as his actions quickly became ticklish. He listened to her and stopped his kisses, but he didn't dare loosen up the grip that he had on her.

It was easy for his hands to find their way onto her body, being that she'd left the shirt open, and he couldn't help but let them roam her figure. He took his time, feeling every curve as he nestled his face into her neck; breathing in the sweet smell of her skin mixed with the sunshine that had been kissing it since they exited the hotel room. (Y/N) had practically melted into his body, absolutely loving the feeling of his hands as they traced her skin.

She waited until his hands found their resting spot on the sides of her waist, his arms crossed over her stomach, to finally speak again: "I see that I've got your mind off of work now," she said with a grin, turning her head so that she could see his face out of the corner of her eye.

"Oh you most certainly have," he answered, a grin laced into his words, "look so fuckin' beautiful in my things...always, baby," he mumbled against the skin of her cheek before he kissed it.

The butterflies returned as she heard what he had to say, and she couldn't stop herself from turning in his arms even more so that she could press her lips to his in a much needed kiss. "Love you, Tommy," she mumbled against them, smiling as he kissed her again, this kiss holding more emotion than the last. "I can't wait for the rest of this week with you," she said once they'd finally pulled away from each other. She was now sitting with her body turned more towards him, so she was able to look at him head on. She couldn't stop her cheeks from heating up as she caught the look of total adoration in his eyes.

"If this is a preview of what's to come..." he trailed off, a grin forming on his face as his eyes danced over her figure once more, "I already know that this trip is going to be one that's hard to top."

His cheeky comment that was accompanied by a rather suggestive glance, made (Y/N) gasp, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes and shake her head as she tried to distract herself from how his words actually made her feel. Why did there have to be other people present on this beach?! She had to look towards the ocean for a few moments to re-center herself from the look that was making her wonder what they could get away with out here.

A few moments had passed before she felt the sharp snap of her swimsuit's strap against her skin. "Tommy!" she shrieked at the sensation, her eyes snapping back onto him to see that a smug grin was now present on his face. He tried, and failed, to feign innocence before his expression dissolved into a grin and chuckles. "I can't believe you," she shook her head, gently pressing on his shoulders for him to get the hint to lay back on the blanket.

She wasted no time in pressing her lips to his when he did lay down, and he made a mental note to do things such as that more often if this was going to be how she responded to it.

After sharing a flurry of kisses, (Y/N) rested her head against his chest, not caring about the shine of sweat that was present due to the heat of the sun that was engulfing them. She was thankful for the shade that their umbrella was providing.

Tommy wrapped his arms around the small of her back underneath the shirt of his that she was still wearing, effectively holding her close to him...like she was going to be moving any time soon. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the serenity that was surrounding them; not thinking about anything but the beautiful woman laying with him.

Like he'd said before: if this was a preview of how the week was going to go, this was most definitely going to be a tough trip to top.

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gallivantingheart · 5 months ago

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synopsis: Kwon Soonyoung thought that happily ever after in Amaide meant being a faithful advisor to his cousin and queen, Park Haneul. And it was - until a law stating that there must be a female heir was found. Now he’s got six months to find a wife and protect the future he has always known.

Chon y/n is the black sheep in a family obsessed with taking their rightful place on the throne in Amaide. Content to live apart from their family until Queen Haneul invites them to stay to provide news coverage while Head Advisor Soonyoung finds a wife. Keep your enemies closer, then.

pairing: soonyoung/hoshi x (f)reader

genre: social media!au, princess diaries II !au, humour, romance, mild angst

warnings: none, as of yet

a/n: welcome to the grand sequel of mapsu! like no one asked for it but me, but isn't that the point of fanfic? I hope you enjoy xx

uymaaa playlist: here!

profiles: 1 | 2

🍵 chapter 1: lychee 🍵

🍵chapter 2: gooseberry 🍵

🍵chapter 3: mango 🍵

🍵chapter 4: durian 🍵

🍵chapter 5: persimmon 🍵

🍵chapter 6: grapefruit🍵

🍵chapter 7: coconut🍵

🍵chapter 8: apple🍵

🍵 🍵 MORE TO COME 🍵 🍵

#kbookshelf #seventeen fic #seventeen au #seventeen smau #svt smau #seventeen social media au #soonyoung x reader #soonyoung fic #hoshi x reader #hoshi seventeen #hoshi fic #uymaaa fic #written

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winterrrnight · 1 year ago

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Wedding / honeymoon with Drew for ig au ?

thank you for this request nonnie! I hope you enjoy this 💞💞 do let me know your thoughts if you wanna xx

honeymoon

PAIRING: drew starkey x fem!reader

SUMMARY: an instagram blurb about you and drew getting married and going on your honeymoon.

FACE CLAIM: n/a

WARNINGS: n/a

EDITH SPEAKS: I wasn't able to find a good face claim for this one so I decided to use faceless pictures from pinterest. please know none of these are deciding what you look like, they are used purely for imagination purposes :)

I made up all the instagram users, so if by any chance I have your instagram user used here, I'm so sorry I promise it was a total coincidence!

please like, reblog and share your thoughts 🥺 I love to interact with you all <3

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liked by rudeth, brooke_starkey and 3,281,492 others

yourinstagram what a day it was celebrating the start of our new life ❤️ drew, I cannot wait to see what the future has in store for us 🎇

tagged: drewstarkey

drewstarkey 💘💘

drewandynschild HAPPY MARRIAGE!!!! 💗😭

rafecore oh my goddd they're so cute 🥹 wishing only the best for them <3

vogueweddings congratulations!! 🤍✨

-> yourinstagram thank you vogue 💞

madelyncline mr. and mrs. starkey 🫶🏻

-> yourinstagram 🤭

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drewstarkeyupdates y/n via ig stories!

tagged: drewstarkey, yourinstagram

rafeyyy omg their honeymoon 🥹

zachmaclarensgirl can they adopt me or smth

drewsrafe oh lord he's so cute

livelaughrafe NEED TO SEE DREW'S CAMERA ROLL

-> karabaeee FR FR FR

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drewstarkey wouldn't wanna do this with anyone else

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yourinstagram 🥺🤍

-> drewstarkey ❤️

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-> drewstarkey 💖

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iluvrafe they are just my favourite people everrr

drewsify 🥹🥹

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yourinstagram honeymoon diaries (drew being drew edition)

lilalovesdrew everyone say thank you y/n for all the premium drew content she's been providing us 😌

-> obxfan29 thank you y/n!!!

-> rafestarkey YEAHH THANK YOU Y/N

drewandynschild can't get enough of him 😭😭

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ayoitsyourgirl OH THESE ARE SO CUTE

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rafe_stars I WANNA HUG HIM SOO BAD

misscarerra 🥹🥹🥹

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drewstarkeyupdates y/n via ig stories!

tagged: drewstarkey, yourinstagram

olivia_cameron if my future husband doesn't take me to a honeymoon as amazing as this one I'm not going 😤

macklovesmaddie i love them smmmm

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mrsbrookemunson · 2 years ago

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30 Days of Insecurities Masterlist - ongoing

Summary: Eddie didn’t mean to read it. It just so happened that you went to the bathroom right when he found it. The two of you spent the entire afternoon looking through your old memory box, laughing at your baby photos, reading old diaries, and talking Eddie through special moments of your life. So, when he so happened to pick up an envelope, thinking it was just another little note to your future self as you had so many of, it surprised him when it started off with “dear my future partner—this is a list of my biggest insecurities,” skimming down it, his eyes widening as it counted all the way down to 30. You must’ve forgotten about it, but now that he’s seen it—he won’t. Slipping it into his jacket pocket, he now reminisces about the two of yours relationship, and plans to make sure that you know he loves everything about you.

Pairing (s): Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader & GN!Reader/AFAB!Reader — I will specify depending on the fic.

Warnings: Each chapter will have its own set of warnings!!! — these may include; tooth rotting fluff, angst, smut, use or no use of ‘y/n’, severe insecure!reader-hence the title, mentions of mental illness, mentions of food, mentions of certain body parts, and more that will come with each chapter. All of them will be angst with happy endings as this is about self-love and acceptance of everyone.

Requests for this are open — request an insecurity that you’d like me to write about (sfw or nsfw)

A/N: The first chapter will be posted on April 1st-my birthday-and will last all the way until May 1st. All chapters will be linked here and if you want to be added to the taglist let me know in the comments. I really hope you’ll enjoy this series! It’s my first big one!

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Day One: Just Smile (sfw)

Day Two: Actions Speak Louder Than Words (nsfw)

Day Three: Nose-Tip Kisses (sfw)

Day Four: Stretch Marks (nsfw)

Day Five: Spa Night (sfw)

Day Six: Boobies (nsfw)

Day Seven: Battle Scars (sfw)

Day Eight: Thunder (nsfw)

Day Nine: Are You Gonna Eat That? (sfw)

Day Tenth: Silk (nsfw)

Day Eleven: (sfw)

Day Twelve: (nsfw)

Day Thirteen: (sfw)

Day Fourteen: (nsfw)

Day Fifteen: (sfw)

Day Sixteen: (nsfw)

Day Seventeen: (sfw)

Day Eighteen: (nsfw)

Day Nineteen: (sfw)

Day Twenty: (nsfw)

Day Twenty-One: (sfw)

Day Twenty-Two: (nsfw)

Day Twenty-Three: (sfw)

Day Twenty-Four: (nsfw)

Day Twenty-Five: (sfw)

Day Twenty-Six: (nsfw)

Day Twenty-Seven: (sfw)

Day Twenty-Eight: (nsfw)

Day Twenty-Nine: (sfw)

Day Thirty: (nsfw)

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queensharotto · 1 year ago

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Brittle Doughie’s Cookie Run x Reader Masterlist (Part 1: Mid to Late 2022)

A masterlist of @brittle-doughie’s Cookie Run stories organized by month, starting with August 2022.

Genre Emojis

😞 is for angst, 🎃 is for Halloween, 🎄 is for Christmas, 🍪 is for Cannibalism, 💗 is for Yandere, 💝 is for Valentine’s, 👻 is for Horror, 🎂 is for Birthday, 💚 is for Yandere!White Lily Cookie

The Indents are related to the featured cookies. If there are numerous cookies (Over 10 Cookies Featured), I’ll make a note on that as well. Additionally, I’ll categorize various cookies if they’re associated with a specific hobby, location, food etc.

August 2022 🌅

• “Picnic Time” 💗

Featuring: Cherry Blossom Cookie

• “Pizza Time” 💗

Featuring: Pizza Cookie

September 2022 🍂

• “The Beloved of Duskgloom Sea” 💗

Featuring: Black Pearl Cookie

• “Heartbreak”

Featuring: Kumiho Cookie

• “The Apple in this Doctor’s Eye” 💗

Featuring: Dr Bones Cookie

• “The Incorrect Quote Cookie Jar #1”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “The Time Balance Department’s Handycookie”

Featuring: The Time Balance Department

October 2022 🎃

• “Biggest Fans” 💗

Featuring: The Cherry Stars

• “The Idol and the DJ” 💗

Featuring: DJ Cookie

• “Time Travel, Woo!” 💗

Featuring: Croissant Cookie

• “Hollyberrian Marketplace Ruckus”

Featuring: Princess Cookie, Knight Cookie and the Hollyberrian Shopkeepers

• “The Spooky Cookie Tapes” 🎃💗

Featuring: Numerous cookies

• “The Thrill or the Peace”

Featuring: Adventurer Cookie and Blackberry Cookie

• “The Deal with Dragons” 💗

Featuring: The 5 Dragons

• “Baking for Them”

Featuring: Frost Queen Cookie, Sea Fairy Cookie and Black Pearl Cookie

• “The Face of the Future”

Featuring: Director Croissant Cookie, Stringy Gummy Cookie, and Ephemeral Flow Timekeeper Cookie

• “Missing You…” 😞

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “Sunrises”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “Real Y/N Cookie Birthday Hours” 🎂

Featuring: Birthday Cake Cookie, Cheesecake Cookie, Truffle Cookie, Lotus Dragon Cookie, and Croissant Cookie

November 2022 🌾

• “A Tune for You”

Featuring: Vagabond Cookie

• “Let Me Be Your Relay Cookie”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “A Phenomenal Photo”

Featuring: Chocolate Bonbon Cookie, Sour Belt Cookie, Shining Glitter Cookie, Scorpion Cookie, Orange Cookie, Cotton Candy Cookie, and Almond Cookie

• “Polar Opposites” 💗

Featuring: Timekeeper Cookie

December 2022 🎄

• “Bake It till You Make It” 🍪💗

Featuring: Captain Caviar Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie, Oyster Cookie, Affogato Cookie, Blackberry Cookie, Black Raisin Cookie, and Cocoa Cookie

• “The Deal with Ancients V1”

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Co, The Cookies of Darkness, The First 3 Playable Ancient Heroes and Cookies seen throughout Episodes 9 - 14

• “Yandere Cookie Team Ups” 💗

Featuring: Fire Spirit Cookie, Wind Archer Cookie, Croissant Cookie and Timekeeper Cookie

• “Speak of the Tree”

Featuring: Millennial Tree Cookie and Churro Cookie

• “For Their Majesty” 💗

Featuring: Amber Sugar Cookie

• “Spared No Expense” 💗

Featuring: Cheesecake Cookie

• “The Flipside” 😞

Featuring: Cocoa Cookie, Mint Choco Cookie, Croissant Cookie, Kumiho Cookie, Lilac Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie

• “When the Jingle Bells Rock” 🎄

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “What If: In Your Name” 🍪

Featuring: St Pastry Order

• “Secretly Reading Your Diary”

Featuring: Rougefort Cookie, Licorice Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, Strawberry Crepe Cookie and the Choco Chess Twins

• “From the Brink”

Featuring: Caramel Arrow Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, Pastry Cookie and Milk Cookie

• “In a Heartbeat” 💗

Featuring: Pink Choco Cookie

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Echoes of Tomorrow

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: angst, sad

The once vibrant and bustling home of the Hargreeves family now lay in ruins, a desolate wasteland of charred wood and twisted metal. Smoke still curled from the remains of the house, a haunting reminder of the catastrophe that had torn through their lives. Y/n Hargreeves stood at the edge of the devastation, her heart a hollow ache in her chest as she surveyed the wreckage.

Her eyes scanned the debris, searching for any sign of the life they had built together. Each step she took sent ash and rubble shifting beneath her feet, the acrid scent of smoke and destruction burning in her throat. She felt numb, the shock of the loss still too raw, too overwhelming to fully comprehend.

Her home, their sanctuary, was gone. The memories, the laughter, the love that had filled these walls—all reduced to ash and ruin. And Five… Five was gone too. The thought was like a knife twisting in her heart, a pain so deep it left her gasping for breath.

Y/n’s hands trembled as she sifted through the remnants, searching for something—anything—that had survived the inferno. She found a few scorched photographs, the edges curled and blackened, the faces barely recognizable through the soot and grime. A broken piece of a picture frame, a melted clock. Ghosts of the life they had once known.

It was then that she saw it, half-buried beneath a pile of debris—a charred, leather-bound book, its cover cracked and blackened by the flames. She reached out with shaking hands, carefully lifting it from the wreckage. Her heart pounded in her chest as she opened it, the brittle pages crumbling slightly at the edges.

It was a diary. Five’s diary.

The words were faded, the ink smeared and blurred by water and heat, but she could still make out the handwriting—Five’s meticulous, looping script. Her fingers traced the letters, her eyes filling with tears as she realized what she was holding.

May 4th, 2023

Today, Y/n and I talked about our future. It’s strange, thinking about a future when I’ve spent so much of my life jumping through time, never staying in one place for long. But with her… I can see it. A home, a family. I’ve never felt this way before. I want to build something real with her.

June 17th, 2023

We talked about kids today. Y/n laughed and said she couldn’t imagine me as a father, but I could see the hope in her eyes. I told her I’d try my best, that I’d be there for her and our children, no matter what. She smiled, and for a moment, I could almost see it—little feet running through our house, laughter filling the air. It’s a future I never thought I’d want, but now… it’s all I can think about.

August 9th, 2023

We found the perfect house today. It’s small, but cozy. Y/n loves the garden, says she can picture us growing old together there. I told her it doesn’t matter where we live, as long as we’re together. She kissed me and said she felt the same. I want to make this place our home, fill it with memories, with love. I want to give her the life she deserves.

October 12th, 2023

Today was perfect. We spent the day planning our future, dreaming about the life we’re going to build together. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. I love her more than I ever thought possible. I’m going to marry her, start a family with her. We’re going to be happy. I just know it.

Y/n’s tears fell onto the pages, smearing the ink even further, but she couldn’t stop reading. Each entry was like a dagger to her heart, a reminder of the dreams they had shared, the future they had planned. She could hear his voice in every word, feel his love in every sentence.

She clutched the diary to her chest, her body shaking with sobs. The weight of the loss crashed over her, the pain of knowing that the life they had dreamed of was now just ashes and memories. She had lost everything—their home, their future, and the man she loved more than anything in the world.

Y/n sat amidst the ruins, the diary cradled in her lap, her eyes staring blankly at the devastation around her. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the wreckage, the sky ablaze with the colors of dusk. It was a cruel reminder that life went on, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

She thought of Five, of the dreams they had shared, the love they had built. She could almost feel him beside her, his hand in hers, his voice whispering words of comfort and hope. But he was gone, and she was left alone in a world that felt empty and cold without him.

“I miss you,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I love you so much, Five. I don’t know how to do this without you.”

The wind picked up, rustling through the debris, carrying with it the faint scent of smoke and ash. Y/n closed her eyes, imagining that it was Five’s hand brushing against her cheek, his voice in her ear.

She knew that she would have to go on, that she would have to find a way to rebuild her life. But in that moment, surrounded by the ruins of their home and the echoes of their dreams, all she could do was mourn the future they had lost.

As the first stars appeared in the twilight sky, Y/n stood slowly, clutching the charred diary to her chest. She took one last look at the ruins of their home, the place where they had dreamed of building their future together.

“I’ll carry your dreams with me,” she whispered, her voice filled with determination and love. “I’ll keep them alive, for both of us.”

With that promise in her heart, she turned and walked away from the ruins, her steps slow and heavy, but resolute. She knew that the road ahead would be long and hard, but she would face it with the strength of the love they had shared and the dreams they had built together.

And as she walked, the stars above shone brighter, their light a beacon of hope in the darkness, guiding her towards a future where the echoes of their love would always be with her.

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