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svtminji · 9 months ago

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𐙚 ‧ jeongmi ─── scenarios

╰ anon request: Your recent blog was so sweet!! It kinda shows us their relationship dynamic with each other. Maybe for another blog it could be “fan favorite moments” with them — ⭐️ anon

I 𝓲. I request ୨୧ jeonghan x oc

❪ 🏹 going seventeen ❫ as always, going seventeen provides the viewer a comedic setting of seventeen and their idol personas. in this fic, you'll be able to read the jeongmi moments/cuts caught by carats. this is just a compilation of my favorite gose episodes 🥲 not proof-read 😞

﹙ INSOMNIA-ZERO I ﹚— with seungcheol still in his hiatus, minji was the first person up and she had no clue what she was getting herself into. although there were a few remarks about her snarky behavior when she gets mad and her constant fights with s.coups, she had a clean slate. most of the members mentioned how she was quite literally their mother since they spent most, if not all, their time training. after her time was over, minji had left the mattress with a heartbeat of 98, which was not bad compared to the rest. minji handed jeonghan the heart monitor and sat herself next to wonwoo.

as many might notice, the 95 line are quite stuck to the bone and minji was not afraid of spilling some secrets about jeonghan. the female member began talking about the "oppa" situation and jeonghan turned to the side trying to forget it. the members, who had already heard this story, continued it with jeonghan's prior remarks about how she would never have a clue. all of the chatter about the two later transferred to jeonghan's more devious plans towards the members; minji sat there in silence just montioring the members. once jeonghan's time was over, his first instinct was to look at the cause of the chaos: minji.

"jeonghan-ah, remember. once your time is up, you can't defend yourself~"

[forced to be silent]

he gave her the stink eye and handed joshua the monitor. minji scooted to give him space, which he gladly took. the pair sat in silence for a while until he started to open his mouth about joshua. in the camera shots, you could see the small little heart eyes minji gave jeonghan whenever he spoke and would lean into him. it was the small signals that would drive shippers crazy.. though it would soon end after jeonghan was part of the three members that would go home early, minji being tied with another and turned her attention to joshua c:

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﹙ TTT 2020 ﹚— this was the "going seventeen" episode that basically comfirmed the dating rumors between these two. minji, jeonghan, hoshi, and woozi were all in the same car on their way to the rented house. while woozi and driver jeonghan were in the front seats, minji and soonyoung were in the back having fun and giggling to each other. this led to frequent checks from jeonghan through the rearview-mirror only to spot minji looking at him and smiling :3. at their stop to get food, the "woozi cam" captured the pair walking together with jeonghan's arm around her. during the cuts of them eating, a slight drunk minji was basically all up on jeonghan. it got so worse the editors had to cut so much of the footage.

while being on the losing team during foot-volleyball, minji made her way to the alcohol stand where her worst enemy laid, the vodka mix. offering to drink the member's shots, minji knew she wouldn't remember a thing tomorrow. before she started her third shot, jeonghan looked at her questionably and asked if she was okay doing this.

"are you sure you're going to be okay? i don't want you throwing up on me later tonight."

"relax babe, i'll be fine! i used to go band for band when i was a teenager, it'll be alright~~"

[. . . . “babe”?]

noticing her slipup of the word "babe", jeonghan knew it was too late. the members just stared at her and hoped it wouldn't make it to the final cut (it did). though like the self-proclaimed pro she is, she raised the shot glass to her lips and threw her head back. the bitter aftertaste of whatever was in that container had left her feeling a little silly, which had meant the real fun had started to begin.

joining soonyoung in the fanatic drunks is minji. as stated before, minji becomes up and personal with the people around her when drunk. although she may have a high alcohol tolerance (thanks to her underage drinking), minji's affections become more and more affectionate when drinking way too much.

during this time, minji and jeonghan were first beginning their relationship and they did not want to be exposing it right away to the cameras; but pair minji + alcohol and you get a mess that is quite hard to clean up. after she had made dinner, she sat between jeonghan and seungcheol. many fans point out the difference in actions done by the two men. jeonghan was basically minji's headrest and seungcheol was just there to balance her out.

"hannie.. you look so pretty today.. like a cloud.."

"minji-ah, leave that poor man alone.."

"coups.. you look handsome too.."

coups + mizu + han + shua = the poly couple idc argue w the wall

the day after constant drinking and singing, minji was pretty much hung over #she threw up and spent most of her day taking things slow, especially when cleaning up the kitchen… moving into the car was the best thing she could’ve done. with hoshi taking the driver’s role on the way back, the '95 duo were left in the backseats and spent their time resting (cuddling eachother too bruh).

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﹙ AB-LIB GOING COMPANY ﹚— the first ‘gose’ episode after the news of the couple… so let’s say the members didn’t quite hold back. starting off with the ceo and the employee relationship ..

[before minji enters (on standby with the "foreign department")]

“have you guys heard the rumor?” seungcheol starts while leaning in to talk with the rest of the ‘employees’. some of them shook their head and leaned in to hear.

“supposedly the ceo and mizuki.. are dating.” seungkwan revealed it. “but that’s just a rumor..”

“isn’t that nepotism?”

“hyung.. that’s when your born into the company..”

minji’s reaction, while on standby, was just her eye-rolling at what they were doing. though as soon as minghao, jun, and vernon started walking towards the rest of the ‘employees’, she followed them.

[staff chwe hansol, doi mizuki, wen junhui, xu minghao come to work]

“oh! good morning mizuki!” seungkwan smiled as he spoke as if he wasn’t talking about her a second ago.

“good morning seungkwan, how’s the research going?”

“research about what…?” minji smiled about his inital confusion and began her snarky comment.

“about my relationship with the ce-”

[ceo yoon jeonghan comes to work]

though she was cut off by jeonghan’s entrance, she just closed her mouth and stayed quiet. after embarking in the classic “content is power!” “sleep when you’re dead!” chants, the day went pretty eventful. not much was spoken about the ongoing question at hand but that was until jeonghan stirred the pot.

“let’s see who hasn’t spoken in a while.” jeonghan scanned the room to which he laid eyes on her scribbling down doodles. “ah, mizuki.. why don’t you share what’s on your notepad?”

seungcheol, who was across from her, snickered then later shook due to the ‘coldness’. minji smiled, stood up, and cleared her throat. “well, it says i’ll like to go home.”

[not taking her job seriously.. pure silence]

“great! everyone clap!” jeonghan replied after a few seconds of silence and everyone had followed through.

“what a guy.. only excusing her just because they’re dating..”

“this has to be corruption..”

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﹙ THE TRUMAN SHOW OF MR. SVT’S WE LIVE ALONE ﹚— placed into a small room was seungcheol, minji, jeonghan, wonwoo, and seokmin. they were all commentating and watching the “everyday life” of mr. svt, mingyu. soon enough minji’s turn would begin as the new “mr. svt”.

[a good morning for the new mr. svt]

with an airpod in one ear, she knew it wouldn’t end well, especially with that devil in that room as well. the female made her way towards the kitchen to figure out a small snack. although she had eaten prior to the shoot, she thought of her members first.

“make some beef and noodles, minji-ah” seungcheol’s voice spoke within the airpod. minji, in order to pretend she didn’t hear it, thought about what to make for lunch.

“hmm.. beef and noodles seem good right now. i should start making some before my time is gone.”

[4th wall breaker]

as she began getting the ingredients, she paid no attention to the conversation in her ear. though on the other side, the members were complimenting her cooking skills.

“wah, i know it’s going to taste good. who’s next after her?” mingyu asked the question that was lingering in everyone’s mind.

“s.coups is next so he’ll be eating whatever is left..” jeonghan replied as he sighed.

minji, who didn’t want to disappoint her boyfriend, started to placed more beef into the frying pan. she smiled and spoke out loud: “i’ll make more meat for hannie and the rest.”

[thoughtful girlfriend and member]

“oooh~~” seokmin pushed jeonghan slightly at the words that came from her mouth. “don’t pretend to be coy!”

jeonghan became silent for a while, looking down and smiling.

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﹙ CHRISTMAS IN AUGUST II ﹚— the episode loaded into with jeonghan in the middle of the set, using his food coupon. minji walked in with the rest of the members and managed to stand behind him. placing her arms around him, she whispered in his ear and to which he nodded. circling in the spaghetti with his utensils, he raised it up to her mouth and the female gladly to the bite.

[special privileges]

“wow.. you give her some but it’s the end of the world if you give us any bite huh?” dino spoke as he looked in disbelief.

“yah, she asked me politely. what type of man am i to deny her?”

minji just smiled and listened to the chaos she created. after the rules were explained once again, christmas in august had already begun (even if it wasn't even august 😞). she had small knowledge of horror games and the female would only play them with friends or family. considering this was a one time thing, minji didn’t mind at all. choosing the room that was the least scary led her to be in the room with seokmin, who immediately embraced her.

[a motherly aura enters]

“minji-noona~~ i’m so glad we’re together.” seokmin says as she sits down beside him.

“i was so scared, i didn’t want to choose a room that was all alone.” minji replies as she looks around the dark and empty room. in-front of them laid the gaming computer and she knew it wasn’t going to be an easy game.

after a while, the door opened once again and this time jeonghan entered. both seokmin and minji sighed in relief.

“a-yo, a-yo” jeonghan said as he broke up the silence within the room.

“i’m relieved you’re here” seokmin spoke as he motioned him to sit down.

[not lonely]

“i’m a spy”

“don’t lie” minji warned, she had enough of his shenanigans already.

“okay~~”

“just sit down and be quiet”

[jeonghan joins room 4]

after making jeonghan stay, they all waited for the next member to arrive.

“s.coups?” seokmin question as he saw a figure walk in.

“it’s s.coups? what is this?” jeonghan spoke as him and seokmin grabbed s.coups by the shoulders leading him towards the chairs.

[a full room: three ‘95s, and one ‘98]

“yay~~ it’s coups!! we’ll definitely beat whatever game we’re going to get” minji replied as she got up and hugged him.

“this is why i didn’t want to come.. to where you, seokmin, and jeonghan were” seungcheol finally spoke as he leaned away from the affections.

[sensitive eardrums]

minji pouted in response and got off of him, “you’re no fun at all.”

after the complaints, the group managed to make it throughout the game with barely any problems. although minji had barely touched the mouse and keyboard, she still managed to give in her in-put of where to go. though all that carats could see was her hiding behind jeonghan during the more graphic and intense scenes.

❪ 🐰 ❫ — an

this was originally supposed to be posted a LONG time ago.

i would add more gose but i haven’t caught up at all since the middle of 2023 and i would like to save some for the enlistment period 🥲

i decided to begin where it would signalize when they started to rlly like each other 🤞

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drvirgus · 10 months ago

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hi; can i request a haerin one shot where you and the members of newjeans are task to babysit (like in the return of the superman where artists would appear to spend some time with the kids) and one of the kids have hearing disabilities and y/n can sign language and communicate with the kid through sign language and all of the members are impressed but haerin just fall in love with you more as she see you communicate with the kid to the point the kid were attach to you🥹 just hearin be like “thats my girl” - sorry if its too long hehe

I‘m so sorry that it took so long🥲 my laptop is broken but I wrote this fast chapter at work 🤔 hopefully you like it 🤞🏼

The Babysitters

Idol! Haerin X Idol! Reader

wc: 2k

a/n: the colored sentences are in sign language

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With a sigh, I sat in the car, Haerin's hand in mine as I simply looked out the window. Danielle was the first to start laughing when she heard my sigh. "Oh, come on. I really don't understand how you can't like kids," Danielle said as she turned her head towards me. My attention now on Danielle, I replied somewhat annoyed, "Kids are just like drunken adults. Always have to watch out for them."

I immediately felt the pressure of my girlfriend's hand. Her head lifted from my shoulder to look at me better. "I always have to watch out for you when you're drunk," she said, which made Hanni and Minji laugh. I blush a little as I simply put my index finger to my lips and said, "Shh," making Haerin roll her eyes with a smile.

"Besides, we have a baby," I said, which made Hanni laugh again and nudge Hyein. Hyein snorted and I said, "Watching out for Hanni is already a hassle." Hanni looked at me with an open mouth, and Hyein immediately laughed and nudged her.

"It'll only take a day, Unnie," Minji said, looking up from her phone.

I just nodded, not wanting to discuss the topic further. I had complained enough already. Apparently, the others were quite satisfied with the show we would be shooting today.

"Can't we go back to the dogs? They're cuter," I said, which made Haerin nod. Her fingers played with mine, her head still on my shoulder. I smiled as I gave the younger one a gentle kiss on the head.

The rest of the car ride wasn't anything special. Hyein and Hanni watched some Instagram Reels together on Hyein's phone, Minji seemed to be texting someone, while Danielle simply looked out the window. Haerin and I were in our own little bubble, just playfully intertwining our fingers.

The car stopped, and our manager promptly opened the door for us. My hand immediately left Haerin's as I allowed myself to be pulled out of the car, of course, by Danielle.

Together, we entered the building, all eyes on the man in front of us who would explain everything to us. Naturally, he also told us the names of the children and that there was an age group from 2-year-olds to 5-year-olds. I nodded in understanding. Now, apparently, we were allowed to mentally prepare ourselves in the adjacent room while they prepared the set.

"Aw. No babies?" Danielle asked as she pouted and sat down on one of the chairs. Minji chuckled, her hands on her hips. "Babies would have been preferable to me too," the black-haired girl said. My eyes also immediately fell on Haerin, who stood in the completely different corner of the room, her eyes already fixed on me, which made me smile.

"And you? What would you prefer?" I asked, which made Haerin hum a little. She raised her head thoughtfully.

"I don't mind any," she replied after a short pause, which made me nod my head with a smile.

Immediately, Hanni and Hyein also voiced their preferences. The door opened, and we were now allowed to enter the room where the children sat, played, and laughed. Danielle squealed with delight, which amused me and made me shake my head in amusement.

All the children's eyes turned to us, and almost immediately, a boy approached Danielle and dragged her to the play blocks without even asking. I watched the younger one go and smiled a little. Danielle looked really happy. Besides, she was perfect for this job. She was always cheerful, unlike me. I was more... mostly always in a bad mood?

Minji clapped her hands, immediately grabbing the attention of some children. Minji smiled kindly. "Who wants to arm wrestle with Unnie?" she asked cheerfully, and almost immediately, several children jumped up from their chairs, raising their hands and shouting their names loudly.

I hated how loud kids could get, but... they were having fun, so that was okay. At least no one was crying. Hyein and Haerin also mingled and now interacted with the children, but I still just stood there, observing the whole situation.

Suddenly, I heard loud crying right next to me, and my eyes widened in shock as I looked at the young girl, her mouth wide open as she held her fists to her eyes and cried.

With my mouth hanging open, I looked at the crying child and slowly crouched down. A nervous smile on my lips, I asked, "What's wrong?" which seemed to only make the child cry more. Blinking rather surprised, unsure of what exactly I should do, I said, "Uh, everything will be okay. There's nothing dangerous here," trying to comfort the little one.

The girl pointed her finger at me and said, "This Unnie is angry," suddenly, and my eyebrows raised.

I heard Hyein laugh a bit, but she quickly was nudged by Minji warningly. I swallowed. "N-No, I'm not angry," I said, which apparently didn't help. Sighing, I took my hands and pulled my cheeks apart to make a funny face. "I'm just playful," I added with a feigned high-pitched voice. The girl seemed to calm down slowly, although she still had a bit of a hiccup from crying. Her eyes looked at me somewhat more curiously and then she started to laugh.

This is why I hate kids...

I smiled politely. "Do you want to... play with me?" I asked, visibly awkward, but the younger one didn't seem to notice. Her hand grabbed mine, and I really had to fight against myself not to pull my hand away, as she led me to one of the tables. A smile on her face as she placed me next to Hanni and sat herself next to a boy.

Apparently, this was the drawing table.

"These will be good pictures," Hanni said quietly, giggling. She meant the funny face I had just made. I immediately nudged her with my knee so she wouldn't bring it up again. Hanni just chuckled softly as she continued coloring her mandala.

My eyes looked at Minji, who seemed to be playing a monster, Haerin participating as a princess in the roleplay, protected by the children, and Hyein seemed to be reading to one of the children.

Then my eyes fell on a little girl who was reading a book all alone. My eyes narrowed immediately. "Is Unnie angry again?" the girl asked me, on the verge of tears. Panic widened my eyes, and I shook my head and hands frantically. "No, no," I said immediately, which seemed to calm the little one down. I breathed out in relief.

"How old do you think I am?" Hanni asked, smiling, pointing to herself. The boy looked at the girl next to him and then to Hanni. "100?," he asked, and Hanni leaned forward almost immediately, shocked. I chuckled softly, but I tried to suppress it desperately.

My eyes kept drifting back to the little girl who was reading all alone. "Hey," I said, "Hello? Little one?" I asked a bit louder, since she probably couldn't hear me over all the children's noise. The boy in front of Hanni looked at me. "It's no use. She can't hear anything," the boy said casually, but then he proudly lifted up his drawing and grinned at Hanni.

I nodded in understanding, forcing myself not to furrow my brow so the girl wouldn't cry anymore. I leaned closer to Hanni. "I'm going to go over to that girl there," I said, and Hanni immediately nodded her head. I focused my eyes on the little girl as I sat down on the floor in front of her.

Apparently, she hadn't noticed my presence yet, which made me chuckle a bit. So, I tapped on the book on her lap, right in her line of sight. Her brown shining eyes looked at me, her lips slightly parted. With her little finger, she pointed to her ear and then made an X sign.

I simply smiled. Luckily, I knew sign language because my mother had always been hard of hearing and it only got worse with age. "Is the book good?" I asked in sign language, and the girl's eyes widened even more. Her tense face immediately relaxed, and I heard her let out a sigh.

"Yes," she replied with a nod of her head. I smiled gently. "What is it about?" I asked as my eyes briefly glanced at the book and then back to the girl. I could tell that the set's camera was now focusing more on me thanks to the sign language which was surprising for some people. But the rest of the kids didn't seem to care much.

Haerin also looked at me, a broad grin on her lips, prompting Minji to nudge her. Haerin quickly corrected her expression. "It's about a princess who has to kiss a frog. He then becomes a prince," the girl said, which made me nod in understanding.

I chuckled slightly. "Do you want to play something with me? Or should I leave you alone so you can continue reading your book?" I asked patiently. Like Haerin, the little girl lifted her head and seemed to be thinking. I could feel my body relaxing as I waited for the younger one to respond.

"I want to play something," she said with a smile, and I stood up right away. With a smile on my face, I held out my hand to the little one, and she immediately took it. "What do you want to play?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. Once again, the younger one pondered.

"Catching ball. Daddy... never plays with me," the girl said, and I nodded in understanding. I could feel Haerin staring at me the whole time. Our eyes briefly met, and a smile spread across my face. Haerin looked rather proud. I quickly looked away when I noticed my cheeks slowly turning red.

So, I grabbed the ball and looked at the little girl. Slowly, I threw the ball, and she caught it. I clapped my hands in joy, even though she couldn't hear it, she could see it. She jumped up and down excitedly. Now, she was the one throwing the ball to me, and I caught it. Just like before, she clapped her hands, which made my grin even wider. I laughed, and this time, it was definitely genuine.

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"Okay... it was sweeter than expected," I said as I made myself comfortable in the car, a gentle smile on my face. The door was now closed, and with a jolt, I felt Haerin's lips on mine. My eyes widened, but of course, I kissed my girlfriend back. Her hand on my face, pulling me closer to her.

"Hey. Not in the car," Minji said, and reluctantly, Haerin pulled away from me. She sighed and sat back down normally. I raised my eyebrows, as this behavior was unlike my girlfriend. She was usually more reserved and slower.

Danielle laughed, while Hyein looked amusedly at Minji. "Oh, come on. Let them be. Haerin did really well during the shoot," Hyein said, laughing. "Yeah, when Unnie started with sign language, Haerin almost started drooling," Hanni joked, and immediately, my head turned to Haerin.

"Was that why?" I asked softly, her fingers pressing against mine again. But Haerin just shook her head. "It wasn't about the sign language... it was... just sweet to see you with the child," Haerin answered softly. "Especially since you were smiling, even though you hate kids," Haerin added, her cheeks visibly flushed.

I smiled amusedly as I intertwined our fingers. Immediately, the younger one looked at me. My lips touched hers briefly, of course, otherwise Minji would complain again. "Home, okay?" I asked softly, and Haerin blushed even more. A small smile appeared on her lips, and she squeezed my hand. "Home," she confirmed.

"That's gross. Hyein, don't look," Hanni said, but she was still taking pictures with her phone. Until Hyein eventually photobombed her photos.

#newjeans minji #newjeans hanni #hanni pham #newjeans #danielle #haerin #newjeans hyein #haerin x reader #kang haerin #anons ask #newjeans x reader #hyein #kim minji #mo jihye

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wtaacde · 25 days ago

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As a bilingual person who's been reading way too many fanfics with bilingual characters I reeeaaallly need to make a statement on how our minds work most of the time so people stop getting it wrong!

It's making me cringe so much 🥲

So I'm making a list of what I think is important to know when it comes to writing bilingual characters.

I've seen some simmilar posts on this topic, so some things might be repetitive but others are not, so stick with me. I'll be adding some personal examples to make it easier and more comprehensible.

So let's get started!

Master list to writing bilingual characters!

With no especific order os hierarchy.

1- This is the biggest mistake I see people making when writting bilingual character, so let's make this crystal clear: Bilingual people rarely mix their languages by accident!!!!

Especially if they've been living in a place where no one speaks their mother tongue and have little to no contact with their original culture.

Now, for the moments we do make those mix ups, it'll usually be with expressions we use all the time on our day to day lifes.

Let's work with examples!

I'm fluent in English, but my original language is Portuguese. In Portuguese, whenever someone is in a conversation we make this "éééééé" sound while we're thinking or unsure of what to say. It would be similar to the "uuuuhhh" people use in English.

I find myself and a lot of other Brasilian people saying "éééé" all the time even when speaking English, because that comes more naturally to us. It's an instict reaction that doesn't pass through the language shift that happens in our brain.

This also happens with more especific expresions. I don't talk to any foreign people, but when texting I catch myself trying to call people "amiga", which translates to "friend" and is normally used as an endearing term to call your friends or even strangers in a way to show friendliness. Now, not everyone in Brasil refers to their friends as "amiga", but I do, and I use it so much it slips in my vocabulary in English.

So, to summarize, there are expressions or words from our mother languages that come out almost as an instinct, but there usually aren't many of them and the frequency in which it happens is proportional to how much contact we have with speaking our native language.

2- Next up (and this is a funny one to me): it's easier to make math in our first language. If we were schooled in our first language, obviously. This could happen conciously or not.

So if you want your characters to have a funny moment, just have them do some math in their original language. This happens because we learned math and nurmbers in our mother language, and math is the same everywhere, so when we're learning another language we don't go through the same process with learning to use numbers practically like we do with words. So despite knowing what the numbers are called, it's still easier doing math in our language because our thought process is a lot faster and smoother in it.

3- We will revert completely to our mother language if we're emotional.

This could range from seeing a cute puppy and having a cuteness overload and instantly calling them cute pet names in our language to getting so mad that the only acceptable way to express our anger is to curse in our own tongue.

This sudden change happens naturally but they are intentional. We could totally curse and fawn in a different language but we choose not to because of the next point on this list.

4- Words are more meaningful in our own language.

I'll go straight to examples, because I know fic and romance writers are gonna have a field day with this.

When my dog was alive, I always talked to her in both English and Portuguese. But whenever I complimented her or told her I loved her in English, it felt fake. So I always repeated what I said in Portuguese and then I felt like I properly expressed my feelings.

So if i said something like "You're the cutest little baby in the world! I love you so much!" I always had to follow it up with. "Quem é a coisinha mais fofinha desse mundo todo? É o amor da minha vida? É, você é o amor da minha vida! Eu te amo mais que tudo nesse mundo!"

Only then did I consider she understood the depths of my love for her.

This also works in more angsty ways:

My parents were always very distant, so during one especific Father's day, when I was a kid, my school, as usual, had us making DIY presents for our fathers. We were supposed to write messages on the gifts and all my classmates were writing "eu te amo" on theirs. I couldn't write it, but it still felt like I had to or it would be weird. So I wrote "I love you" instead, because it felt less like a lie. Now, let's focus on the fact that I was a child. I had barely started learning English. I was nowhere near fluent. But it still felt easier to write "I love you" than "eu te amo". I never said "eu te amor" to my parents again.

Now, we had some fluff and some angst. Now let's get to humor!

Swearing always feels better in your own language. Do with that what you will.

5- On the subject of swearing, we will talk shit about anyone right in front of their face in a language they don't know and use different languages to mess with people.

This doesn't even need to be done with our first language (although it would feel more satisfying). Any language would do as long as the other person doesn't understand it. Bonus points if we get to do that with a friend/group of friends.

When I was a teenager I had just one friend that was also fluent in English. We used to talk to each other mostly in English for three reasons: the first one was obviously to practice, the second was to gossip with each other without people understanding and the third was so we could pretend we were foreigners and see people's reactions. We were two little shits that talked about the craziest stuff and no one bat an eye.

6- Now, let's finally look in the correct and conscious ways in which we change languages in the middle of a conversation.

First one and the one that happens the most is when we forget a word in one language.

I do this all the time and it sucks! I constantly forget how to say "concealer" in Portuguese and go around asking my family what's the translation even though no one speaks English in my house. I can't even remember the translation right now! A few days ago I couldn't remember how to say "pulseira" in English. It means "bracelet". It's an easy word. I still forgot it. Although I would recognize it if I saw it somewhere or if someone told me, my brain wasn't willing to do that work on its own.

So when this happens in real life, we'll always ask the people around us for the translation, even if they don't know the other language we speak, just in the hopes that they will understand the ✨ vibe ✨.

It's also really funny when this happens and the other person does speak both languages and also can't remember the translation. And sometimes we forget the word in both languages and have to resort to describing "the thing", which usually leads to a lot of misunderstandings.

Another way in which we change languages is when we want to use a very especific expression or memes in another language.

I'm gonna use Brazilian expressions for this because they're pure gold!

One that I find really funny (and somewhat family friendly for this post) is "o que o cú tem a ver com as calças?" which literally translates to "what does the asshole have to do with the pants?". If you think a little bit, you can still understand the meaning, but not all expressions work like that. If anyone's confused, the expression means that the other person is trying to talk about two different subjects that aren't at all correlated. You're basically asking "what does one thing have to do with the other?" with more crude language.

When we do this we can either just throw the expression in a different language and not elaborate on it, or try and explain it to the people around. It can vary.

7- If you have friends or family that also speak the same languages as you, you'll be shifting languages all the time without any warning.

I have a friend that most of our hangouts consist of watching K-dramas together. We live in Brasil, so we speak Portuguese, but we watch the k-drama in Korean and the subtitles are in English. During out binging marathon, we will speak all three languages with each other, even if none of us speak Korean. Sometimes we mix the words in all the languages, sometimes we have a full conversation in one language then switch to another on another point in time. Forgeting words in one language doesn't mean a thing in situtations like this. We'll just say the word in the language we remember and move on with the conversation.

This is everything I can remember for now. If anyone remembers other quirks of bilingual people, feel free to add on. If I remember more I'll keep adding to this post.

If you read all the way to the end, thank you and congratulations!

#writeblr #writing #writing advice #on writing #bilingual #bilingual characters #creative writing #writers #writers on tumblr #most of these come from personal experience #if you don't agree or have a different experience it means you're a different person #people can have different experiences in life #don't be an asshole

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jenny-in-a-jar · 7 months ago

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🌈 2 Days Until my Surgery 🌈

(Picture taken June 8th, 2024)

I'm very very excited for my surgery (it's my second gender affirming surgery but this one is more significant to me since it'll be top and bottom surgery) and I'm obviously counting the days until it and I thought some people might be interested in my trans journey 🏳️‍⚧️ I finished up most of the story yesterday so today I'll queerness bc it's pride month under the cut! 🌈🌈🌈

But you can read through my journey starting here

First, let's talk about this outfit. Yes, I bought the shorts and top at Spencer's and honestly you can easily find someone who matches it at a large enough pride event. But, it's hard for me to not be sentimental about it. Especially since I wore it at least once the last three years.

(Pictures taken June 11, 2022 and June 10, 2023)

And you can see how it and I have subtly changed these last three years of my transition. (Too bad I didn't have for my first year of transition but such is life 🤷‍♀️). And every year I get excited to wear it again!

Because being queer means a lot to me. I wasn't one of those people who always knew they were queer. But, I never felt connected to my cishet peers either. It's odd looking back and thinking about how my normal group of friends were cishet but at things like summer camp and then college I would quickly make friends with queer people. I really wanted to be like them but couldn't know why because I felt like I didn't deserve to be as cool and free as them.

But, when I let myself dive head into queerness I finally realized that I queer people are mostly awkward nerds and all of them just want to live their lives as fully honestly themselves. And that I could relate to. And that's what made it easy for me "to rip off the band-aid" and transition. It's what let me walk out into a world where I knew I would get hateful stares because I knew I wasn't alone. And seeing how other queer people's eyes light up when they see me showed me I made the right decision because I made them feel less alone too.

And making friends in the queer community is so much easier than in the cishet community. Because there's a lot more likelihood that they'll understand your awkwardness and admire your weirdness. I said earlier that I had gone to a few house parties and actually enjoyed myself for the first time. I think the best way to show why is this anecdote. I remember being in this circle of people standing around awkwardly silent and then someone said "I'm autistic and house parties make me uncomfortable can someone start talking?" and someone replied with how they felt the same way and how they felt the same way and then a conversation started about how hard parties are and social interactions in general but we were glad to be here and to try to connect with people.

And I love studying queer history a lot. Mostly because I'm curious how I would fit in to a time/culture in history. But also I love seeing how we don't fit in existed and how society understood our non-conformity. We have always existed. Queerness is part of the human condition.

The queer community is far from perfect. We all come from very different backgrounds and often have biases we need to work on. But, it's worth it to carve out your place in the community and to find people who understand and support you and to reciprocate for them. Because the alternative is being alone.

And we all deserve to feel loved, in whatever form you need. And because I'm feeling sentimental so here's a picture of me and my love 🥲

(Picture taken June 8th, 2024)

I have one last update before my surgery tomorrow where I'll look towards the future ✨

Next part

#trans journey #trans #queer #queer love #queer community #girlslikeus #ok to rb #transfem #tranzjen pics #transgender #pride #pride month

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measuredingold · 25 days ago

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stargazing

authors note: ….hi🥲 this is coming a lot later than i expected, but my last update i did mention life was lifeing and well… it continued to life 😭 i got really sick and was down for about a week, and that added onto everything else just really dwindled whatever energy i had left to finish writing this. however, we powered through ! this is the finale part to you right and i just want to say thank you to everyone who stayed along for the ride. i hope this ending is somewhat of what you wanted :) title from stargazing by the neighbourhood. as always, enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated !

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

divider: @saradika-graphics

word count: 7.7k

cross posted on ao3 / part one, two, and three

cw/tw: Noah Sebastian Is Getting Better At Feelings, first date nerves, ~tension~, reader is just smitten by noah lol, p in v ( don’t be like them, wrap it up ), big unsaid feelings, openish ending ?, 18+ minors do not interact

You pace the length of your kitchen, wringing your hands together as you try to calm yourself down. You feel silly for being nervous because Noah hasn't given you a reason to be all week. You could see that he was trying, and actually wanting to mend whatever relationship you had with each other, and maybe that's what made you nervous.

He was trying. He wanted this. He wanted you.

After literal years of telling yourself it'll never happen, that a hookup is all you will ever be, you find yourself a bit panicked at the possibility of it being something more.

It didn't help that you knew Noah was nervous too, possibly more scared than anything else, and for some reason that didn't ease your mind one bit. This was new ground for the both of you, and neither knew how to navigate it.

Your phone chimes from the counter, grabbing you from your nervous thoughts, and your heart practically drops.

I’m here :)

You feel sweaty, rubbing your clammy hands down the sweater that had adorn your body. Fuck. Why were you so nervous? You tell yourself it’s just Noah, but that only made the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that much worse.

You quickly punch out a reply, telling him you'll be out in a second, and rush around your kitchen to gather your things.

Bag? Check. Wallet? Check. Phone? Check.

You stop in front of a mirror you have hanging in the hallway by your front door, checking yourself out one last time. You over thought your outfit for hours and at this point you just hoped you looked decent enough. You think you did, and with one last look, you were out the door.

You weren't expecting Noah to be standing outside his car, leaning against it waiting for you. He stands up straight when he notices you, and you see the exact moment his eyes widen.

"Hi." He says breathlessly.

He looks you up and down, shamelessly checking you out and you can't help but feel hot under his gaze.

It's not like he's never checked you out before, has plenty of times in the past, but it was so different this time around. You can't help but tug at the hem of your sweater, cheeks flushing with color as you say just as breathlessly, "Hi.”

Your own eyes drag up and down his body, taking him in. He looked good. All black, like he typically wore when he tried to dress up, but still looked so casually Noah. His style was incredibly attractive to you, and you also couldn’t help but feel warm inside that he tried to look nice for you.

Noah blinks, as if he was snapping out of whatever trance he was in, giving you a tight lipped smile. "Ready?"

"Oh, yeah! Ready." You say a bit too enthusiastically, face heating up from embarrassment.

Noah's tight lipped smile falls into something much more relaxed, and your chest feels funny at the breathy chuckle he lets out. He moves before you, opening the passenger door for you. You give him a look, the corners of your lips quirking up.

"Since when did you become such a gentleman?" You tease lightheartedly, your smile growing at the bashful look on Noah's face.

"Always been one," He mutters as you start to get into the car, and he ducks his head into the car once you're finally seated, "but I wanna do this right, so I'm trying really hard right now."

The confession itself sparks a fire inside of you and you don't know what to say, head tipping forward to hide the flush on your cheeks from him. You miss the soft smile he gives you before shutting your door and coming over to his side.

Your heart pounds against your chest, and you're so busy trying to calm yourself down that you barely even look up at him when he gets in the car. You manage to spare a glance at him when he finally pulls out of your apartment complex, eyeing him from your seat.

Sometimes you get overwhelmed when you remember just how attractive he was, especially when you were able to see him up close. He took your breath away in the best way possible. You were always infatuated with him, even when hooking up with him meant just that. Before feelings became involved, before... everything. You were always just enamored by him and his casual beauty.

Your stomach turns when he catches your gaze, looking away from the road briefly, and he flashes you a gentle smile. You look away, hands wringing in your lap as you focus on the cars passing by, trying to ignore the way your face burned with the embarrassment of being caught. You wait a few moments to cast another glance his way and thankfully he wasn't looking at you anymore, so you could go back to admiring him without any interruptions.

Your eyes fall from his face down to his hands, one clutched around the steering wheel while the other is resting lazily on the console. The sudden urge to reach out and lace your fingers with his fills you so suddenly, you have to look away again before it becomes too overwhelming. Just the thought of your hand in his made your stomach flip, face burn, because you knew how it felt. You knew how soft his hands were, and how gently they always held yours.

You didn't think much of it then, but right now it’s the only thing you can think about. He clears his throat and your eyes snap back up to his face, watching him looking between you and the road.

"I'm uh," He clears his throat, "I'm sorry for not saying this before but you look beautiful."

"Oh." You're not sure what to say. You hadn't even noticed he didn't even compliment you, too caught up in trying to act at least somewhat normal around him. You can't keep your eyes off of him, a small, bashful smile forming on your lips. "Thank you. I uh, also didn't get to say it either, but you look very handsome."

"You think I’m handsome?" He takes his eyes off the road for a split second to look at you, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk.

"Yes, of course I do." The nerves that were flowing through you were slowly evaporating, your arms crossing over your chest. "What else am I supposed to think?"

"I don't know? I usually get pretty before I ever get handsome.”

"Pretty?" You question, giggling. "Oooh, I see. You just want me to call you pretty boy, huh?"

This felt normal. The back and forth teasing between you two wasn't forced, and felt almost normal again. It felt right. Your shoulders weren't as tense, dropping as you heard the first sounds of laughter from Noah. Your smile grows then, watching as he looks back towards you, cheeks a light shade of pink.

"Maybe."

"Well. You are a very pretty boy, but you're also very handsome. I think you can be both simultaneously."

"Yeah?" You nod and he purses his lips, trying to supress the smile that you knew was begging to break through, and fixes his eyes back on the road. "Well, uh. Thanks."

"You're welcome," You say softly, still eyeing him from the passenger seat.

Your conversation dies down then, but the air doesn't feel as nerve filled as it once did. A sort of comfortableness surrounds you both now, the hum of whatever playlist Noah decided to put on for your drive playing through your ears.

This was… really nice. Comfortable. It made something beneath your chest tighten, warmth spreading over you again.

You come to a stop at a red light and Noah shifts in his seat and clears his throat, the hand on the console tapping along to whatever was playing.

You eye it, and the urge from earlier comes back, and this time you don't fight it. Instead, you reach for it. You don't dare look at him, face burning as your cheeks flush pink yet again, and you turn your head towards the window. Your heart pounds beneath your chest when you feel his fingers lace through yours, and your stomach flips when he gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

The light turns green, and for the rest of the drive your hand doesn't leave his once.

When you pulled up to your apartment, you couldn't help but feel sad that tonight was over. For lack of better words - tonight had went fucking amazing.

The nerves between the two of you vanished almost completely by time you made it to dinner, and the rest of the night felt like this is how things have always been. You forgot how well you and Noah got on, personalities blending into each other with ease. The reason why you were so attracted to him to begin with was because things were just so easy. It almost made you forget everything that had happened leading up to this.

Even the ride home was amazing, conversation flowed so well between the two of you that the ride itself felt only 5 minutes long, rather than the thirty minutes it truly was. You don't think you've ever heard Noah speak so much.

You look down at your hands laced together over the console, smiling to yourself. The second you got into the car Noah was the one to reach for you this time, pulling your hand into his. It made you feel warm all over knowing he had let down a few more walls for you during the night, just being himself. It felt good knowing that somewhere deep inside Noah wanted to trust you and was trying his best to overcome the worry and doubt in his mind. He squeezes your hand and your eyes lift to meet his.

"I had a really good time tonight." Noah says softly.

You smile. "Me too. We should do this again."

You barely register the words that slip from your lips and flush, but you don't take it back. You meant it. You wanted to do this again, and you just hoped that Noah felt the same. From the way his eyes widened ever so slightly, and a bright smile formed on his features, you gathered that he did.

"Yeah," He murmurs and his eyes flick over your face. "Yeah, we should. I'd really like that."

Noah looks like he wants to say more but seemingly doesn't, and you watch the very moment his eyes drop from yours down to your lips. Your heart practically slams against your chest, eyes widening as you watch him stare for a moment before dragging his eyes back up. The air around the two of you was electrified, and it was the longest three seconds of your life watching Noah's tongue dart out to wet his bottom lip before speaking.

“You can tell me if I’m moving too fast.”

“Okay.” You whisper out, heart racing beneath your chest.

“Seriously, tell me if I am. I won’t take it to heart - no hard feelings whatsoever. We can even act like this never happened, if you want, and-“

“Noah.” You cut him off and you see the blush on his cheeks the second his words come to a stop. “Just say it.”

He pauses again and you’re mentally screaming at him to just do it, to fucking ask you because for the last minute and a half you’ve been dreaming about his lips against yours, the need to kiss him growing as each moment passes.

"Can I kiss you?"

He says it so softly, you almost don't hear him. But you do, and your face heats up, stomach feeling like a bunch of butterflies were set free inside of you because he finally said it. You stare at him for a moment, words suddenly becoming too much, so you settle for a simple nod instead. The nerves from earlier return, but this time mixed with excitement.

You remember the last time you kissed Noah and you can't hide the shiver that runs through your body. Memories of that night flood through your mind and typically the thought is always met with disappointment, but this time it's something much different. You don't dwell on the after, and the feeling he left you behind with, instead you're reminded of the way his lips felt against yours, and the way his hands felt trailing over your body.

You shift in your seat to turn towards him, slight disappointment filling you when his hand left yours, but the disappointment was then replaced by even more excitement when that very hand came up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

His eyes drop to your lips again, palm resting against the side of your face and you can't help but nuzzle into the touch. His thumb brushes across your cheek and your breath hitches when you see him lean in. Your eyes flutter shut as you suck in a deep breath, anticipating the moment his lips finally meet yours.

You know it’s not your first time kissing him. Far from it actually, but it feels like the first time all over again. It’s not like fireworks set off the second your lips pressed together, it wasn’t anything cliche. Instead, something much softer happens, something you haven’t felt in a very long time.

It starts from the tip of your head, right down to your toes. Warmth spreads through you, almost like a dull, comfortable ache, just letting you know that it’s there. That it’s real. Your chest does that thing where it feels weighted, but not in the anxiety inducing way. No, in a nice way.

You briefly wonder if he feels the same, like things are finally clicking into place.

Your lips move together slowly and you hear him sigh softly against your mouth. The hand against your cheek moves to the back of your neck to keep you there as he deepens the kiss, and you feel yourself physically melt in his embrace. You don’t remember the last time he kissed you like this, or if he ever has, but you quickly realize you never want him to kiss you any other way.

You part after a moment, the two of you needing to catch your breath. His forehead rests against yours and he chuckles softly, eyes remaining shut.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night.” He confesses, eyes fluttering open to find you already staring at him, a gentle smile on your lips.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Since the moment you came out.”

You stare at each other, soft smiles and shared breath. He’s the first to pull away and you don’t know what takes over you, and think maybe you’re the one moving too fast, but the overwhelming urge to keep him with you fills your every sense, the tips of your fingers buzzing with the need to pull him back. You realize you’re not ready for tonight to be over, and you really want to kiss him again.

“Noah?”

“Hm?”

"Do you want to come in?"

Noah blinks, your words slowly registering. His eyes widen slightly and you almost laugh at the look he gives you, like you're crazy for even asking him that.

"You want me to... come in?"

"Yeah," You nod and this time you let your eyes drop to his mouth, keeping your gaze there as you say, "I really want you to."

"Are you sure?" He sounds concerned, and your eyes drag up his face to see his brows furrowed. "I... I don't want you to think that I kissed you because I was like, I don't know, expecting something. Because I wasn't. I just..." His cheeks flush. "I just really wanted to kiss you."

Your chest does that weird thing again, the warmth telling you I’m here, this is real, and you reach out for his hand again. His blush deepens but doesn't pull away, eyes dragging back up towards you.

“If you don’t want to, that’s completely fine. I don’t want you to feel forced.” Your eyes scan his face before locking your gaze with his, and your heart says fuck it. “But I really don’t want you to leave yet, so yes. I’m sure. I want you to come in.”

Noah stares at you for a long moment, curious eyes scanning over your face. You see the exact second that they soften and you think he's going to say yes. But instead he shakes his head, giving you a small, yet sad smile.

"Not tonight." Your heart drops and Noah's smile slips, noticing your shift in demeanor, lips now dipping down into a frown. "I want to. Trust me, I do. But..." His words trail off as he gives your hand another squeeze. "I wasn't kidding when I said I want to do this right."

Your shoulders sag a bit when his words settle in, because deep down you knew he was right. Even though you want nothing more than to drag him upstairs with you, you knew this was moving too fast. This was you being irrational, running on current feelings, rather than thinking logically.

"...Okay." You say slowly, a pout forming on your lips. "You're right. I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm sorry."

“Don’t apologize.” Noah gives you another smile and the pout on your face vanishes. “It’s taking everything in me to not say fuck it and go up there with you… but I know I shouldn’t. Not tonight, at least.”

Your stomach turns at the implication of his words. Not tonight, at least. Meaning there will most likely be another night where he drops you off, and instead of saying no… maybe he’d stay. You try to hold back the smile that’s threatening to form, but you can’t stop it, instead turning your head towards the window.

"Okay. Not tonight."

You count to ten to try and collect yourself before turning your head to look at him again, the smile you were trying to hide growing wider when you catch him already staring. You hold each other's gaze for a long moment, sharing the same knowing smile.

His hand unlaces from yours again and reaches for your face, humming out your name softly. If you had cared, maybe you would've been embarrassed how quickly you were already leaning back in, but you didn't care at all. All that mattered to you was getting one more kiss from him.

It's much softer than the last kiss you shared, just a slight brush of your lips, but enough to have your chest aching and mind racing. It ends as soon as it starts, Noah being the first to pull away again. His lips brush over your cheek before pulling away fully, giving you a dazed smile.

"Would kiss you all night if I could," He hums out.

"I mean, you could." Your teasing words are mumbled, the corners of your lips tugging into a smile at the sound of his chuckle.

"You're not helping."

"Sorry."

You're not and Noah knows that, giving you a playful glare as you unclip your seatbelt. You give him a bright smile, confidence flooding your veins as you initiate the first move, leaning over the console to plant your lips gently against his cheek. When you pull back, his face is flushed and he's staring at you so softly, it physically pains you that you have to leave him.

"Text me when you get home?" Your hand is already on the door handle and Noah nods.

"Of course."

With one last shared look, you whisper your goodbyes before finally exiting his car. You wave at him through the window and he waves back, looking as shy as ever, and your heart thuds against your chest. You have to turn on your heels and keep your back to him, training your focus on your apartment because you're about two seconds away from running back to the car and kissing the fuck out of him.

It isn't until you're halfway through your skincare routine when your heart finally slows down, and your smile isn't so wide that it's actually hurting your cheeks. You can't stop thinking about Noah, about tonight, and how hopeful you are for what's to come next. You hear your phone go off in your bedroom right as you finish applying your moisturizer, stomach flipping at who it could possibly be.

You already knew it was Noah, and your smile widens again as you finally check the message, settling under the covers of your bed.

Sorry for taking so long to text, got interrogated the second I got home lol

You laugh at the thought of his friends throwing questions at him the second he stepped inside. You could almost see the way his brows probably furrowed, giving them all a very unamused expression while Nicholas stood across from him, arms crossed with a look that screamed you’re welcome.

LOL 😂

What did Nicholas have to say?

Shocked that I even came home lol thought I would've stayed the night.

Did you tell him it was offered? 🙄

...Yes 😐 then he called me a loser for saying I wanted to take this slow and do it right this time lol

Your face heats up at this text, heart skipping a beat at his confession. Noah's adamant attitude on doing this right made you feel warm all over, and any worries you had left on his intentions flew out the window. You weren't worried about him using you or hurting you again. You knew he was being honest. He was trying. The reminder made your stomach swirl.

Well, I don’t think you’re a loser.

But I do think it's cute how determined you are.

Yeah?

Yeah. Very.

His next message comes about five minutes later and you think that maybe he's fallen asleep, but your phone goes off again.

I'm glad you think it's cute. I was worried you'd think I was making up an excuse because I didn't want to stay. Trust me, I did. Hardest thing I've ever had to do lol

You smile, thumbs flying across your screen.

I think getting out of your car tonight was the hardest thing I've ever had to do 😭 but I get it. Too fast for the first date. We've got time.

Yeah, we do. 🙂

The rest of the night both you and Noah exchanged messages until you fell asleep, a soft smile on your lips and the thought of your next date on your mind.

The next few weeks flew by like a blur. You saw Noah again that next weekend for your second official date, and he left you again with just a kiss and a promise of next time. A second date then turned into a third, and a third turned into a fourth, and then a fifth, and that just turned into seeing each other during the week, until eventually you just stopped calling them dates all together.

It was a weird feeling to have this routine with Noah. During the week, you'd hang out with each other casually. Maybe meet up on your lunch break, or after you get off work going over to his place while he's finishing up whatever studio time he scheduled for that day. You'd lounge on the couch in his studio until he was finished before you ended up on the couch downstairs, curled up against each other as you join him and his roommate for whatever anime they've decided to binge that week. Sometimes he'd come over to yours on a random Wednesday evening, take-out in tow. Like tonight.

You had been texting throughout your work day, complaining about the amount of work your boss had left for you with such short notice. You weren't expecting him to show up after you had gotten home, smiling at you sheepishly when you opened the door. Now here you were, take-out eaten, and the two of you curled up on your couch together.

You're not sure what to even call this relationship between the two of you. You haven't discussed it, and truthfully you haven't even thought much about it. You've just been enjoying your time with him. It was nice, and the urges from your first date were completely forgotten.

Well. Almost forgotten.

In all honesty, you were fine with not having sex. In the beginning when this all began - or rather, restarted - you were scared that your relationship with Noah would only ever be physical. Yeah, there had been casual moments between the two of you before you started hooking up, but for almost two years it was all you would ever do.

You knew why he wanted to do this right this time around and take it slow, because he was thinking the same exact thing as you. Were these emotions based solely on the physical intimacy you both shared or were they actually real?

After weeks of fleeting touches, and lots of kisses that left you breathless, you soon realized there was more to it than just getting in bed together. You realized just how easy it was for you two, how natural it all felt. You liked Noah, and jumping back into bed with him was the last thing on your mind.

Except, well, right now.

You can't seem to stop staring at his hands, watching as they drag lazily up and down your legs. At first it was fine, you're used to his touch at this point, but his hands kept dragging up higher and higher to the point that it made you squirm. The way his fingers would dip into the flesh of your thighs and grip, before rubbing the spot smoothly.

Your mind raced at the familiarity of it, reminding you of the way his hands would roam your thighs before hiking them up on his hips. It felt almost deliberate, but you knew it wasn't. Noah was way too focused on this damn show to even realize what the fuck he wasn't doing to you right now.

You suddenly felt hot. You knew your face was flushed and it's gotten to the point where you have to keep shifting, legs moving against his lap to get into a more comfortable position. Except nothing worked and you were left chronically uncomfortable. There was no solution if Noah kept gripping your thighs like that.

After the fourth time of squirming in your seat, you finally hear Noah calling out your name, a laugh soon following.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

You blink, eyes dragging up from the hands on your thighs to Noah's burning gaze, lips tugged in a small smirk.

"Huh?"

"Said your name like five times, I think." Noah laughs again, his smirk growing. "Where'd you go?"

"Uh. Nowhere." Nice save.

"Nowhere, huh?" You nod. "Then I'm sure you can tell me what's happening now in the show, right?"

"Um." His teasing tone only makes your face hotter and you turn your focus towards the television, eyes squinting. "Well, you see-"

"You have no idea what's going on, do you?"

Your shoulders slump forward defeatedly, turning your head back towards Noah.

"I was thinking, okay?"

"Yeah?" His hands move up and down your legs again and your eyes immediately snap towards them, swallowing down the lump in your throat as his fingers dig into your flesh again. "About what?"

"Jesus, you're asking way too many questions."

"And you're ignoring every single one." His features soften, the smirk now being replaced by a pout. "If you're bored we can watch something else."

"I'm not bored."

"Then what's up? It's like you're barely here."

"I told you, I was thinking. Just in my head, s'all." He gives you an unconvinced look. "I swear! Nothing's wrong."

"Alright, then what were you thinking so hard about?" Your eyes drop to his hands again almost by instinct and you watch closely how they caress your skin. You can't stop the shiver that runs through your body. "...Oh."

You blink back up at him, the softness in his gaze replaced by something else, and a knowing smirk settling onto his lips. Shit. You'd been caught. Your face burns under his eyes and you look anywhere but him, huffing out your response.

"Can you fucking blame me? You're gripping onto me for dear life, dude. Hard to focus on anything else."

Noah laughs. "Sorry?"

"You should be." You grumble, arms crossing over your chest.

"I can’t help myself," His response comes moments later and you finally bravely gaze at him, seeing that his focus was now on his own hands. They run up and down your thighs much slower this time, much more deliberately, and you shivered under his touch again. "Just like touching you, I guess. Didn't even realize I was doing it."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." His eyes flick up to yours and you watch the second they drag slowly down to your lips. "You're always very soft. Feels nice."

You stare at him for a second, much longer than you should, and before you know it you're suddenly settling in his lap. It happens so quickly you don't even realize you're doing it before your lips are sliding across his, your fingers tangling in his hair. You're kissing him like your life depended on it, your whines muffled by his mouth as his fingers grip your hips, dragging you against him as he kisses you back just as desperately.

You tug his hair in response, and his pretty gasp against your lips has you feeling like you're fucking crazy. You need him. You fucking crave him. It's been far too long without this, without feeling him, you suddenly wonder how you've gone this long without it. Your kissing settles down to something less messy, but still deep and so full of emotion, Noah has to pull away to catch his breath.

He stares at you now with wide, glossy brown eyes, and you have to physically restrain yourself from kissing the fuck out of him again.

"Fuck." He whispers under his breath, a chuckle following. You feel his fingers dig into your hips again and you roll yourself against him, his breath hitching. "Oh fuck."

You don't hold back this time, rocking yourself against his lap. Your head dips down to ghost your lips against his cheek and then down his jaw, until you're nestled against his neck. You suck gently against the skin there before pulling back to blow cool air against him, Noah shivering underneath you.

"Shit. Baby, wait." The pet name alone has you seeing stars and you can’t help but ignore him, rocking your hips against him with more speed, lips attaching to his neck again. "Fuck, wait. Wait, wait, wait."

He has to pull you off of him and you barely pay any mind to the noise that leaves you, probably the most pathetic whine you've ever let out in your life. You meet his gaze again to see his eyes are much more blown out than before, and that same glossy look.

“Are you…” He takes a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut before speaking again. “Fuck. Are you sure?”

Your heart tugs at the sincere tone in his voice, concern sketched into his features. Even after weeks you can tell he’s still worried of moving too fast, of doing something you’re uncomfortable with.

“Noah,” You sigh out, fingers carding through his hair absentmindedly. You swear you hear him purr. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure in my entire life.”

“…Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m sure.” You hum out gently, your hands moving from his hair to cup the sides of his face. “Are you sure? If you’re not ready-“

“Fuck, I’m ready. I’m so ready.” He lets out a breathy laugh, and you can’t help but follow suit, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “I just. I didn’t want to move too fast, you know? I wanted to do it right this time, but…”

His voice trails off and you feel the hands on your hips squeeze gently, fingers digging into you. You make a noise and shift against his lap, gasping soon after when you feel his cock hardening beneath you. God, he wants this just as bad as you.

“I think we’ve done it right.” You all but whisper, head dipping back down. “Don’t you think?”

It takes him a moment to respond, blinking up at you before a smile spreads across his features. His head tilts up just enough to where your lips barely touch, mumbling out, “…I think so, too.”

You don’t respond, just crash your lips to his in another bruising kiss. He groans against your mouth and you feel his hips press up, causing you to grind down against him. He swears, fingers digging into your hips before he pulls back seconds later, eyeing you.

You know that look and sit back in his lap, trying to maintain eye contact while you pull your shirt up and over your head. Noah’s eyes widen, the hands on your hips sliding up to your waist, squeezing.

“Fucking beautiful.” You hear him murmur before he leans back in, this time his lips attaching to your collarbone.

Your head drops back, letting him scatter kisses along your skin. Eyes shutting, your fingers card through his hair and tug hard. The noise he lets out has your entire body shivering, tugging again just so you could hear it one more time.

Your hand drops from his hair to reach behind you, unclasping your bra and letting it fall. Noah swears again, followed by another delicious noise that’s suspiciously similar to a whine, before dropping his head. You gasp at the feeling of both of his lips wrapping around a swollen bud, while you feel his fingers toying with the other.

You feel insane already and he hasn’t even done a damn thing. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve been intimate with someone, let alone Noah, but whatever it is you hope this feeling never goes away.

He takes his time, switching back and forth between tongue and fingers while you pathetically grind yourself in his lap. You think you could very well come just from this, which is absolutely insane, but you don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in a long fucking time.

Your breath catches in your throat when he suddenly pulls away, gently pushing you off his lap and then onto your back on the couch. The dark look in his eyes as he stares down at you has your lips parting and breath hitching, hands reaching for him.

“Off.” You breathe out, fingers wrapping around the fabric of his shirt and immediately tugging up.

He doesn’t say anything in response, just nods his head before pulling his shirt off. It’s your turn to stare at him with wide eyes, scanning over the tattoos that’s etched across his skin. You almost utter the same words he’d just spoken moments ago, fucking beautiful, but can’t seem to make out any words. Instead you just whine out something incoherent, grabbing for him.

He’s quick to drape himself over you, leaning down to catch your lips in another kiss as his hands roam your body. You instinctively raise your hips up off the couch when you feel his fingers dip into the waistband of your pants. They��re thrown somewhere in your living room, probably with your shirts, but you can’t even think of where the fuck they went when you feel his finger swipe through your already soaked folds.

“Holy shit.” He grits out. “You’re so fucking…”

He doesn’t even get to finish his words, a whine escaping from the back of his throat as he makes his way down your body, slowly working you with his finger. You throw your head back against the arm rest, groaning softly at the feeling of him slowly pushing his finger in.

You whimper out his name, hips shifting down to meet his touch, and you feel his breath against your hip.

“I know, baby.” His voice is rough and he presses a kiss against your hip. You feel his finger curls perfectly, hit that spot that has you shouting out and hands flying down, fingers tangling in his hair. “Fuck.”

It doesn’t take too much longer until he’s able to slip a second finger in with ease, thumb circling around your swollen clit. It’s as if he knows what you need without you asking, already knowing how to work your body. You’re not even sure if you’re saying words at this point, too focused on the way his fingers feel and moving your hips in time with him. It’s overwhelming at how good it all feels.

You whine loudly at the feeling of his fingers parting from you, and Noah shushes you as he works his way back up your body.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He coos out, lips pressing to your neck and then up your cheek, before moving to your lips. “Need to be inside you. Please?”

You arch into him, nodding desperately at his request. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck. Please.”

With one last kiss to your lips, he pulls away long enough to push his sweats and boxers down. You watch him with hooded eyes, dragging your eyes up and down his body. You absentmindedly bite down on your bottom lip, too dazed off the need for him to even realize he was speaking to you.

“…Hm?” The second call of your name pulls you from your thoughts, staring back up at him.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Fuck.” You hadn’t even thought about it, too caught up in the moment. Your hands come up to cover your face, laughter muffled behind them. “I hadn’t even thought of that.”

“Yeah, neither did I.” Noah laughs along with you and you feel him lean back down, kissing around your hands that covered part of your face. “Bedroom?”

"Mhm." You hum out, hands dropping from your face before turning your head, catching Noah's lips with your own. "...but I'm fine without one, if you are. I don't think I can wait a second longer."

Noah groans against your lips, pulling away only to drop his head down to where your neck and shoulder meet, lips grazing across your skin.

"Fuck. Are you sure?" His hips shift, causing his hardened cock to slip between your slick folds and you both gasp.

"Yes." You whimper, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him there. "I haven’t been with anyone since, and I trust you, just... please.”

“I haven’t been with anyone either.”

He stays there for a beat longer, and you already know the wheels in his head are turning. It’s a risky move, you’re sure he knows that, but God… You don’t think you can go a second longer without him inside you, and the thought of feeling all of him is enough to send your mind racing.

His hips shift again, the head of his cock rocking into your swollen clit and you have to hold back a moan, another desperate “Please,” slipping from your lips.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

He sits up, hands running down the lengths of your thighs before hiking them up along his hips. You watch with hooded eyes as he wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a few tugs. The noise that falls from his lips is enough to make you feel desperate, arching off the couch again as you whisper his name.

You needed him now.

You both make a noise similar to a choked whine when he swipes the tip through your folds before finally pushing in, the stretch causing the air to leave your lungs completely. You’ve had him so many times like this before but it still feels all brand new. The groan Noah lets out above you has you pressing up into him, a moan of his name falling off your lips.

"Shit." He groans, head dropping to your shoulder. "Missed this. Missed you. Fuck."

His words echo through your mind and weigh heavy on your chest because you knew that he meant it, wasn’t just saying to save face. He was letting those walls down for you, baring himself and letting you see the real him for a split second. No hiding. Just Noah.

The moment itself is so overwhelming that you catch yourself blinking away the burning in your eyes as you cling to him. You never thought you’d get back to this moment with Noah, and to a place where feelings were mutual. No more running away with the what ifs and second guessing. You both are here now, and that tight feeling in your chest is telling you that it’s fucking real and he’s not going anywhere.

A quiet plea of his name falling from your lips. He lifts his head up to stare down at you, eyes softening when he notices your glossy gaze. His forehead rests against yours and you let out another moan, pressing your chest into his again.

“Say it back. Please.”

“I missed you. I always miss you, Noah.” Is all you can say in one jagged breath, words slurring together.

You think you notice his eyes begin to get glossy, but they’re quickly blinked away and you’re wondering if you had made it up. Instead of responding, Noah tilts his head down to kiss you.

His hips start to move, rocking into you so slowly as your lips slide together. You pull away at a rather hard thrust of his hips, a surprised moan slipping from you as you throw your head back against the arm rest. His head drops to your chest, speeding up his movements.

You stay like that for a moment - your head thrown back in complete bliss as Noah’s mouth moves ever your chest, kissing and licking whatever he could reach. That overwhelming feeling comes back and you’re pulling his head up to you again, whining quietly.

“Noah,” You whimper, lips brushing against his.

“I’m right here, baby.” He hums out, a moan soon following at the feeling of you clenching around him. His hips rock into yours as you try to cling to him, urge to be closer overtaking you. “Not going anywhere.”

You want to say something back, that you know he isn’t, but you can’t get anything out except a low, quiet mewl of his name. The sound of skin against skin fills your ears as Noah snaps his hips against yours, sending you closer and closer to complete bliss. You’re barely even kissing, lips barely touching as you whimper into each other's mouths.

You gasp when you feel his hand slide down between your bodies, fingers brushing over where the two of you met. He finally kisses you the second his fingers press against your swollen clit, your body jolting at the touch.

“Oh fuck.” You cry out the second he pulls away, eyes rolling back.

His forehead presses against your collarbone, eyes dropping to where the two of you met as he gave another hard, shallow thrust. You chant his name like a fucking prayer as his fingers speed up, and you can tell the end is almost near.

“Wanna feel you.” He whimpers out, nuzzling his face back against your neck. “Fuck. I… I need to feel you. Baby, please.”

It doesn’t take much longer, combined with the feel of his cock and rough fingers against your clit you find yourself shouting his name moments later. Your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks and you barely even register the animalistic noise you make, body arching further into his. You hear Noah hiss against your skin, your cunt sparking around his cock and fingers digging deep into his shoulders as you ride out your high.

You don’t know where you start or where you end, don’t even know if you actually did, aftershocks hitting your body even well after Noah pulled out and fisted his cock. You watch with hooded eyes as he spills his release over your stomach, a quiet cry of your name leaving him.

Exhaustion and pure bliss fill your every sense, and you don’t even notice Noah leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You also don’t notice him leaving, eyes fluttering open when you feel the weight of the couch shift and something warm drags across your stomach, and then between your thighs.

You think he’s going to get up again but he doesn’t, instead laying the towel on the floor beside the couch and mumbling something about getting it later. He drapes himself over top of you again and instinctively you cling, arms wrapping around him to pull him closer to you.

His face nuzzles back against the crook of your neck and your hand finds a home in his hair, carding through it slowly.

“Thank you.” Noah hums out after a moment, the feeling of his lips brushing against your skin making you shiver.

“For what?”

“For giving me another chance.” His voice is so small, so quiet, you barely hear it muffled against your neck, but you do.

That burning feeling is back in your eyes and you try to blink it away, thanking whatever higher power that Noah can’t see your face right now. You scratch at his scalp gently and turn your head, lips brushing against his hair.

“Well… Thank you for trusting me.”

You think your words catch him by surprise when you feel him still in your arms, but then melts back against your chest. You don’t think it’s possible but he somehow presses himself closer to you, and the weight of him on top of you brings a sort of comfort that you’re never going to get used to.

You think you should get up, maybe drag him to the shower with you and then get right back in bed, but the silence right now is nice. You let yourself bask in it with Noah for just a moment longer, scratching at his scalp again. He makes a noise, something soft and happy, and in that moment you’re happy that you gave him another chance, too.

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfic #mine

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authorxxxxxx · 2 years ago

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Enough | Charles Leclerc x shy!fem!reader

|Instagram AU|

Request : Hello!! I adore your work and I wanted to ask if you could write something with Charles Leclerc x shy reader with a little bit of angst and fluff at the end, maybe a secret relationship that people don't approve. Also I'm soo looking forward to what you're about to write with Lewis it'll be great!!! Keep up the good work you're amazing<333!!!

Summary : The reader and Charles have been in a secret relationship for a really long time. But after some unexpected events their relationship becomes public and some people decide to express their opinions via Instagram comments .

Tw : mainly angst , mean Instagram comments , Charles being angry 😈

English isn't my first language so if you spot any mistakes please just bare with me .

Ps. I think that I'm out of the concept but I wanted to upload it. 🥲

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@f1ferraridailynews

📍Italy

SHOCKING NEWS : F1 Ferrari Driver Charles Leclerc was spotted holding hands and kissing another woman .

Liked by @charlitof1fan @ferrarifan16 and 6,347 others

Comments :

@f1addict wtf ? How when where and why ?

@charlitof1fan Well it's not any of your business.

@ferrarifan16 I agree. Hope their happy : )

You visited Italy with Charles at his brake before the Azerbaijan race and thought that everything was going well , until some pictures of you holding hands and walking together were uploaded on some Instagram Account .

And Ofcourse some of the comments were just mean without any reason .

"They shouldn't be together . He is famous and she apparently isn't which makes them different. " , " Why are they even in a relationship ? I bet she wants him only for his money . " , " She can't be that good looking. " , " I can't find any socials that will Mach her. Ew. " , " They ate both so stupid for going out together"

These were some of the comments you told Charles , who he appears to be very angry.

"Just stop reading them baby . " He said to you and took your phone from your hands .

"It's no good . " He said one last time this day and grabbed his phone.

"I am gonna fix this my love don't worry." Charles said to you kissing your forehead.

After a couple of minutes he uploaded 2 new posts in his Instagram account.

@charlesleclerc

Liked by @charlitof1fan @ferrarifan16 @f1 @scuderiaferrari

*Comments were off for this post.

" See ? Everything is fine. I just hate it when people do things like that. " Charles said looking at you with sad eyes.

"It's okay my love. We'll be fine. " You said to him and kissed his lips to ease the situation.

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@unimportantbabymilksharkte

#f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 x you #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you

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alastorsbookie10228 · 5 months ago

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HIIIII im returning to help flood your inbox ! 😋

so uhhhhh could you maybe write about Husk like comforting reader (gn again please if you don't mind❤️) about a tough day at school, like the readers a teen and idk it js went rlly bad bc schools going back in and my week hasn't been the greatest 🥲 (I SHOULDVE STAYED SICK FOR LONGER OHMYGOSH KAKEKWJSJ) yeah but and platonic (OBVIOUSLY 💀😭) but like yk like husks their like father figure in a way?? Idk i js love the kitty and want him to comfort me😭

and ps thank u for the angel fic, i loved it and ur sweet as well ! ❤️

and i hope you're doing good:)

oh my goodness, all my friends' first week SUCKED and i've been imagining scenarios like this ALL DAY!!

anyway...now presenting...!

It's okay, kid. it'll be alright

Husk x reader (platonic) x Angel Dust (also platonic)

you sigh as you push open the doors to the Hazbin Hotel, throwing your bookbag to the side with a sigh. you blink back tears as you walk to the bar and slump into the seat beside Angel.

"hey, kid. you alright?" Husk asks, pouring your favorite soda into a glass and sliding it to you.

then it happens.

before you can catch yourself, you're sobbing into Husks chest as you fall to the floor.

"it was horrible! all the teachers are so mean, and that one girl that bullied me last year is in my math class!" you sob into his chest.

he rubs your back comfortingly and looks at Angel, slightly concerned.

"heya toots, ya wanna go watch a movie? make some cookies?" Angel offers with a small smile.

you sniffle and nod, standing up with Husk. you all walk to Angel's room, you reaching the door first as you were ecstatic to see Fat Nuggets. you smile and pick the pig up, snuggling him tightly.

Husk and Angel stand in the doorway, smiling slightly.

"they love that pig, don't they?" Angel says, and Husk nods.

"yeah. i been thinking, and i'm gonna get them a pet. not a dog though, because Alastor doesn't like dogs. maybe a hamster or a bird." Husk says, and they both walk into the room.

"alright, kid. you pick the movie." Angel hands you the remote, and you quickly play your favorite movie, causing them to laugh.

"it's gonna be the same every time, huh?" Husk asks, and you nod.

Angel and Husk lay on either side of you as you hold a snoring Fat Nuggets. your eyes start to droop slightly, and you lean towards Husk.

he looked down at you with a small smile and holds you.

"thank you for everything, dad" you say half asleep, and Husk's eyes widen, along with Angel's.

that sentence alone brought small tears to Husk's eyes, and he swore he'd never been so happy.

#angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust x husk #huskerdust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #husker #fat nuggets

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miifu666 · 2 months ago

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Hi hope you’re doing ok and drinking plenty of water !! I was wondering what do you think Macaque would be like if he was in black myth wukong ? (Also not me low-key wondering what would happen if suklha met the man who pretended to be wukong ) 😏

Heyy helloo ♡♡♡ 🥺

Im not glad to say ive been deep in my tea addiction ngl, thanks for reminding me 🥲.

Ooooh i haven't thought about it yet! Although ive seen how Black Myth uses JTTW as sort of a prequel for the game, since Destined one is their own original character. Regardless, everything is a bit similar to the JTTW story!

I've been wondering how the fight would be like if Destined one had to confront Macaque again. Considering, Macaque is supposed to be the shadow of Sun Wukong. Two minds alike. Fighting his own demons even as he's reincarnated would be fun to think about.

Also the look of Macaque being so similar to Destined one, besides the six ears ofc. While his fighting style being similar to Rellana from elden ring 🥲🥲 argh maybe im too imaginative.

Macaque being in the storyline to trick Bajie again because ?? Why not. If he had the intent to steal the buddhism from Wukong, who's to say he won't steal all the relic himself?? And tricking the pig is so fun and easy.

Destined one being a silent monkey while Macaque is talking and trying every ounce of his charismatic self to anger him. He's not used to THE Sun Wukong being so... mute.

Okay thats all for now 😭 im braindead fr fr.

Suklha Meeting Macaque

it'll be pretty interesting, considering one is a monkey who perfected the spell of impersonation, while the other is a god known to have countless of faceless forms.

During the first sight, Suklha won't notice its not Wukong. Her antennas are sensitive, she only noticed a few wrongdoings of the "Wukong" yet she brushed it aside as her paranoia. Continuing to treat "Wukong" as she usually would.

Then the more she watched how distant this "Wukong" is compared to before, she starts to doubt him. Probably finding any faults that she can and pointing it at him, cornering the supposed "Wukong". Again. This made her seem like a crazy demon, untrusting and planning to manipulate the pilgrims. Making her an outcast.

Unfortunately, Suklha isn't the type to reprimand someone after they've shown disinterest towards her advice countless of times. So she just leave them be with a few parting words, and glaring at "Wukong" she can't blame them all ofc, but being outcasted is pretty hurtful.

Next time she saw Macaque again without his spell, she'd probably clap at his ability. To fool even the pilgrims, monks and an ex general bajie is such a defeat. Heck even the headache sutra is fooled. Thats pretty impressive.

Might actually be a teasing moment for Suklha to mock Wukong for. "What? Going to let that macaque be a better transfigurator than you?" Just to see Wukong puff out and stomp away. Overall, it'll be an interesting but annoying experience for Suklha, ngl she'll feel threatened to see someone so good at personifying others but nonetheless knowledge is power isnt it?

I dont have Suklha reaction to meeting the Black Myth! Macaque yet currently :( but i have a doodle of LMK! Macaque

I haven't reached far enough in the LMK to understand how the fanarts drew him with white fur yet 😭 i got the doodle inspiration from my dad, who prefers Hanoman more than Wukong (we're fighting rn, in a BOXING RING)

#¿ — ask #🎨—galleria #✍️—doodles #suklha #jttw sun wukong #jttw wukong #jttw macaque #lmk monkey king #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #oc x canon #arghrggrh sorry for being inactive #shits been wack #jttw #journey to the west #jttw oc

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guilty-pleasures21 · 10 months ago

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Another one?! Ugh, I get bored at work, okay?!

I am so sorry guys, but even I'm getting bored of this one 😭. I'm just going to work with what I already have in my drafts and not add on much more to this storyline so I can work more on the ones with actual plots 🥲. Thank you for following this far!!! Much love ❤️.

3. And on it goes

Part 1 - The apartment

Part 2 - the late night

Part 3 - the shirt

Warnings: kissing and touching, mentions of sex

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The first thing she did was head over to the kitchen and open up the fridge.

“You hungry, cariño?” Miguel asked, leaning over the kitchen island. He'd taken her back to his place after they'd watched their movie, but they'd grabbed some food after, so he didn't know how she could possibly be hungry again so quickly.

“No. I just want to see what brands you use,” she replied, studying his fridge carefully. She closed it shut again, then turned around to face him, that sweet smile that she'd been giving him all day still stretched across her face.

“And?” Miguel asked. “Do I pass inspection?” X pretended to consider the question, her lips twisted to the side as she thought about it. Then she shrugged.

“It'll do, I guess,” she relented casually. Miguel smiled and shook his head.

“Help yourself to whatever you want, arañita. No questions,” he reassured her, moving to stand next to her. “Do you want some water?”

“It's fine. I have my bottle.” She gestured to the translucent purple bottle she carried around everywhere with her.

“You don't have to use your bottle, querida. Just use a cup,” Miguel suggested. “Or a glass. Whatever you want, it's all yours.” He never spent too much time at home, always working late in the lab or staying up to fulfil his superhero duties. He supposed it was a bit of a waste, leaving his luxurious penthouse apartment empty most of the time, but maybe that was about to change soon. For the better. X smiled and he felt his own lips curling at the sight.

“Thank you.” She walked over to the balcony next, crossing the living room to unlock the sliding door and step out into the cool night air. She took a few cautious steps to the railing, then clung onto it tightly as she glanced out at the city. “Wow. This is beautiful.”

Miguel leaned against the railing beside her, puzzled by her awkward posture. “Cariño. What are you doing?”

X backed away from the railing, then breathed a sigh of relief. “I'm kind of terrified of heights.”

He hadn't known that about her, but it wasn't something that would have come up in an everyday conversation.

“You know I'm Spiderman, right?” Miguel reminded her, gesturing to the buildings around them. “I can just web us away.”

X backed away until she reached the door and pressed herself up against it nervously. “Uh, no thanks, querido. I'm fine!”

Dios, he loved hearing her call him that. He started moving towards her, a wicked glint in his eyes, and X held out a hand in warning. “No way, Miguel. I'm good right here. You can go perform your death-defying stunts all you want, I'm gonna stay right here: on solid ground.”

She slid the door open and rushed back into his living room before he could grab her, and Miguel grinned as he closed the door behind him. X sighed with relief, then turned to go explore the guest room.

“Why is your house so big?” she asked, her eyes travelling over the plain bedsheets and single cupboard at the corner of the room. She didn't think he had guests very often - he was always busy with work or being Spiderman, and he never talked about his family. Was he just not very close to them or had something happened that had driven a wedge between them one day? Miguel shrugged.

“Why not? I mean, I'm pretty big myself,” he joked. X turned back to face him, her cheeks heating up as she bit down an embarrassed smile. Miguel folded his arms across his chest and flashed her a naughty smirk, and X swivelled away from him and squealed with delight: oh, she knew exactly how big he really was. She cleared her throat, composing herself, then straightened.

“Okay! So! Bathroom?” She walked over to the first floor bathroom and opened the door to take a peek. Pristine marble countertop, neatly folded spare towels, sparkling cream-coloured tiles. Did he hire a cleaner to take care of his house? She couldn't imagine him getting on his knees and spending an entire day scrubbing the bathroom clean. “Nice.”

“So? Are you gonna make an offer?” Miguel teased from behind her. X closed the door and turned back to him, confused.

“Huh?”

“For the house,” Miguel elaborated, gesturing to their surroundings. “Are you done inspecting it?”

X smiled and pretended to consider the idea.

“Hmm, I still haven't seen the upstairs yet,” she pointed out, taking a step closer to him. “What's the master bedroom like? Can I … test it out? With a friend, perhaps?”

Miguel grinned and curled his fingers around her waist, pulling her closer to him. “Depends. Who's this friend?”

X wrapped her arms around his neck and pursed her lips in thought. “Hmm, I can bring him tomorrow? I think he should be free in the afternoon.”

Miguel frowned immediately. “Who's this friend, querida?”

“I'm kidding, Miguel!” X laughed at the annoyed look on his face, then stretched up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “You're so cute when you're jealous!”

She pressed herself against him in a hug and he relaxed when she gave him a kiss on the cheek. “It's only you, querido, only you.”

Miguel grunted in agreement and hugged her back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Then he followed her up the stairs.

“The bedroom is that way, arañita,” he informed her when she walked straight past it to continue down the corridor. He curled his fingers around the belt loops of her jeans and tugged her to him, wrapping his arms around her waist to hold her close to him. She sucked in a breath when he pressed his lips to the side of her neck, and he grinned at her response.

“I know. I'm just … saving it for last,” she replied, shivering against him as he brushed his nose along the length of her neck. “I want to take my time testing it out.”

She turned around to flash him a mischievous grin and Miguel bent over to rest his forehead against hers. “Santo cielo, arañita.”

She slid her hands up the back of his neck as he kissed her, her fingernails tickling the back of his scalp delightfully. He groaned at the sensation and pulled her tighter against him, arching her back so he could slide his tongue deeper into her mouth. She kissed him back a little more, then pulled back eventually, straightening so he'd loosen his grip on her. She turned around when he released her and continued making her way to his study.

She let her eyes drift over the titles in his collection as she strolled past his bookshelves, then she called back to him over her shoulder. “Do you read anything for fun?”

“Fun?” Miguel repeated, coming up behind her and sliding his arms around her waist again. “What's that?”

She snickered at his response, then giggled when he nipped at her earlobe. She spun around in his arms and shot him an exasperated look. Then she curled her arms around his neck and leaned forward, bringing her mouth closer to his.

“‘Fun’ is what we had tonight, Dr O'Hara,” she informed him, her dark eyes falling to his lips and staying there. “Maybe you should try doing it more often.”

Miguel grinned and turned her around to start guiding her to his bedroom. “The night is still young, arañita. Maybe you can teach me a little more about having fun tonight.”

She walked into the room, then stopped immediately, hesitating. She normally took the seat next to him, their elbows touching, their thighs brushing against one another’s, but … She saw the corner of Miguel's lips twitch as his gaze flickered from her to the chair beside him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. And she knew he wouldn’t let her concentrate if she sat next to him right now.

X edged closer to the other side of the room, aiming for the seat diagonally across from him; too far for him to try anything. But then he glared at her, his lips twisting into a frown and his fingers tapping on the table impatiently as he gestured for her to plant herself in the seat next to him. She gulped, keeping her head down as she scurried over to him, hoping no one had noticed the silent communication passing between them. Then she dropped into the seat next to him and shuffled away slightly, trying to keep some distance between them. Miguel huffed in irritation and grabbed onto the edge of her seat, rolling her right next to his side so that he could place his hand on her knee.

“So?” He glanced around the room, opening the meeting once everyone had taken their seats. “What’s the update?”

He slid his hand up her thigh as Aaron began speaking, his fingers brushing against her over her pant leg. X gritted her teeth and hunched over her laptop, hoping against hope that no one would find anything suspicious about their behaviours. She squeezed her legs together as Aaron continued presenting his report, lifting one to cross it over the other. But Miguel stopped her immediately, pressing down on her thigh to hold her in position so he could continue stroking her. She tried to keep herself frozen in place as she stared at the screen, tried to ignore the way he squeezed her thigh gently, his thumb rubbing along her as he calmly asked Aaron a question. But how could she think about anything else right now? How could he?! Looking up at the screen with his eyes narrowed in thought, his attention entirely focused on Aaron’s presentation, even while he caressed her beneath the table. Miguel moved his hand higher, inching his way closer and closer to her centre, and X reached down quickly, grabbing hold of his hand and twining her fingers with his. She saw the corner of his lips quirk as he relaxed into her touch, his skin warm against hers, and she bit down on her grin, her chest tingling at the ease with which she could put a smile on his face, even just a small one.

“Well, if that’s all,” Miguel concluded, addressing the rest of the room, “then back to work.” X moved to pull her hand out of his - to stand up and return to her work as well - but Miguel held her firm, his fingers not letting go of hers even while he glanced at something on his laptop.

“X,” he began, his expression giving nothing at all away, “could you stay behind for a second? I have something I need to discuss about your project.” She nodded and waited quietly for everyone else to exit the meeting room. Finally, when they were alone, Miguel stood up and crossed the room to lock the door before making his way back over to her.

“Um, what did you want to talk about, Dr. O’Hara?” X asked curiously. She tried to maintain a professional tone as she spoke: a reminder that they were currently at work, but he just smirked at her, grabbing onto her wrists and pulling her up to stand before him.

“I wanted to talk about your performance yesterday,” he told her, guiding her arms around his neck before running his hands down her sides and settling them on her waist. He bent over her, his lips brushing along her neck as he began murmuring against her skin. “You did such a good job, querida, I was hoping to get a repeat performance tonight.”

They'd hung out again on Sunday - after Miguel had coaxed her into another sex session when they'd woken up in the morning - but she'd insisted on going back to her apartment before work the next day. She'd been a little nervous about how he'd treat her once they were at work again, expecting him to adopt the stern and quiet demeanour he normally wore around the office, but oh, how wrong she'd been.

He grinned at her silence, then pressed a soft kiss to her skin, his hands moving up her back to pull her closer to him as he continued making his way up her neck. Her head fell to the side in response to his touch, her body ceding control of itself over to him, and he moaned softly against her as he glided one hand down to the waistband of her pants. He snuck his fingers beneath the back of her shirt and skimmed his fingernails across her bare skin, and she sucked in a breath at the feeling.

“Miguel,” X breathed, the hoarseness in her voice drawing another low moan out of him. And then she could no longer speak, the only thoughts on her mind the memories of his skin on hers, his hands, his lips, his tongue. He pulled back, his gaze falling to her mouth before his lips followed, landing on hers so he could begin kissing her. She gasped, her muscles tensing in alarm even as she kissed him back, her body melting into his as he swept his tongue around her mouth, his movements slow and appreciative. Then he returned his lips to her neck, grinning against her as he pleaded with her to speak his name again.

“Say it again, querida,” he told her, taking her earlobe into his mouth and sucking on it. “Say my name again.” He moved both hands to her waist now, his fingers curling around her as he pressed her back against the table, his thumbs stroking small circles on her bare skin while he nibbled on her ear.

“M-” She bit down on her lip, stopping his name from falling from her lips - she wasn't going to indulge his naughty behaviour. Not at their workplace! “Dr O'Hara …”

He lifted her up and set her down on the table, then slid his hand up the side of her face to pull her mouth to his. He kissed her slow and deep, moaning into her mouth appreicatively at the taste of her, and she finally pulled herself away from him at the sound.

“Miguel!” she hissed, sliding backwards across the table to distance herself from him. “We're at work, cariño!” Miguel grinned at the term of affection, then began moving around to the other side of the table to stop her. She paused in the middle of her movements and twisted around to glare at him.

“Miguel, I swear, I'll … I'll withhold sex for a week if you don't stop!” She set her features into a hard expression, making sure he knew that she meant it, and the smile melted off his face. It was the worst possible punishment she could think of, given his unexpectedly high sex drive - not that she'd ever considered how high his sex drive would be. He’d just never seem too bothered by relationships or affection - no matter how freaking hot he was - so she'd been a little surprised by how he was constantly brushing his hands along her body or twirling her hair between his fingers or pulling her closer to him to shower her with soft kisses. But it was cute the way he kept following after her like an infatuated teenage boy - an infatuated teenage boy with absolutely no self-control when it came to his raging hormones.

She couldn't be serious, could she? But she kept her face straight, her rosy lips not even twitching at the ends as she stared at him threateningly. Miguel clenched and unclenched his fists, thinking. They still had the meeting room for another fifteen minutes, so it was unlikely that anyone would come check in on them. But … he'd promised her they'd be careful and he was determined to keep that promise; to make sure she got the bright future she deserved. He sighed and stepped away from her, giving her the space to slide off the table and march over to the door. But he chased after her quickly and placed a hand on the hard surface before she could open it. X turned to look up at him, startled by the sudden interruption.

“Tonight. ¿Sí, querida?” he asked, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he gazed down at her. She folded her arms across her chest and fixed him with an exasperated look, prompting his stomach to start churning with fear once again. “I'm making fajitas?”

She narrowed her eyes, trying to resist the temptation of what he'd learned was one of her favourite dishes. Then finally, she folded. “Fine. But I want two!”

He grinned and let out a sigh of relief as he stepped back, allowing her to throw open the door and stalk out of the room. But of course he wasn’t going to make her any less - she was going to need the energy, after all, for all the activities he had planned for them tonight.

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Description :Part 1 - Part 2- part 3..To be continued.

Summery: Where a girl from New Zealand goes to brooklyn to live with her Auntie and Uncle, mets a brooklyn boy with secrets and a voice like honey with pretty hazel green eyes.

Where a brooklyn boy mets a girl from New Zealand with an accent he's never heard before, who he can't seem to forget.

The start of the most unlikely relationship between two people starts to bloom, between a brooklyn boy who's just a little misunderstood.

And a Polynesian girl struggling to find who she is in the concrete jungle of NYC so far from home.

Will this relationship bloom or stay untouched? Maybe we should let fate take the lead for this one.

Fic summary: slow burn, obvious to flirting, a little bit of angst, romance, revenge, anger.

WARNINGS ⚠️: Horrible attempts at slang, Horrible attempts at Spanish, Swearing, Weapons, Gore, Drugs, Alcohol, Mature themes, Spelling mistakes.

Be warned terrible attempt at slang for miles and Spanish, but we do be trying 🥲, this is literally my first time at trying out writing a fic and trying to finsh it too, so feed back would be nice and any ideas you may have ill take into consideration too!

Also I will be leaving little hints on what the chapters are about using small poems or quotes, so be sure to read those. It'll be a little insider on what (Y/N)'s past maybe even about Miles too, and even a little hint on what the chapter could potentially bring in the future 👀

chapter 1: Bumpin' into a stanger.

"Two souls don't find each other by simple accident" -Unknown

"Ion want to hurt you ma" he said to me his forearm against the wall next to my head as he caged me between him and the wall.

But I couldn't make out his face, it was to dark on this street, the nearest street light was to far away to give me even a slightest glimpse his face hidden in the shadows.

The only thing I could make out where his lips. They looked so soft and plump.

"Who said I'd let you?" I couldn't help but fire back as my heart pounded in my chest, and I was sure if he leaned in any closer he'd hear it.

He chuckled softly, the sound like liqud honey, but also slightly deep and so undeniably fucking attractive "you ain't got no idea who I am, do you mamas?"

"What?" I said confused, my head tilted back to look up at him even though I couldn't see his face. my hands felt sweaty and clamy as I rubbed them against my upper thighs against my jeans to wipe it away.

He kissed his teeth as he huffed a little amused "Fuck, Chica" he said smoothly his voice touched by an accent.

Spanish, I think? I wasn't sure, couldn't bring myself to pay attention, now with how he moved just a little closer, now pressed up against me.

And jesus, did that voice have my knees weak and threatening to give out under me.

"qué me estás haciendo" he mumbled leaning in closer to me and my pluse quickened my breath hitching as his lips got closer to mine.

I held my breath as his lips brushed against-

"Y/N GET THE FUCK UP YOUR GONNA BE LATE" a voice yelled, snapping me out of my dream.

My eyes shot open in fright, I shot up in bed but well ended up tangled in my sheets and tumbled out of the bed "Fuck!" I cursed as I hit the ground and I groaned.

"Well what are you waiting for young lady, get up. ka tohe koe i tenei reiti." Came my Auntie Lily's voice from the kitchen as she grumbled to herself.

My Auntie Lily's like me, she's from new Zealand too, but ended up moving to brooklyn after she met my uncle and fell in love with him.

My auntie lily has beautiful long black wavey hair hair that stops mid back, light brown skin, and dark brown eyes. And still even in her mid-thirtys she's still very beautiful.

I heard the sound of shuffling feet filled the apartment of everyone wide awake and getting ready for the Day.

I groaned from where I lay on the floor in a tangle of blankets my cheek squished against the carpet, I lay there for a few minutes before I pushed myself up and untangled myself from the blankets.

"Fuckin' mornings" I grumbled under my breath as I sluggishly made my way to the bathroom I was thankful I had in the bedroom my Auntie let my have.

The room was still plain and empty of decorations seeing as I only just got to America two days ago, and well its only been two days since I've been in new york, so I was still getting used to things here.

I made it into my bathroom and sighed running a hand through my messy hair and looked up in the bathroom mirror and grimaced a little, because well I'd seen better days for sure.

I had dark bags under my eyes, my skin looked a little oily and kinda dry in some places as I rubbed my finger tips over my skin to get a better feel, seeing as I didn't get to do my skincare before I left to get on a plane here to New York, and well fuck the 16 hour flight I had to take here and the stuffy plane filled with assholes.

And well having to get used to an 18 hour time difference was hard too, but slowly and surely I was getting used to it but not as fast as I needed too seeing as I had only been here for about two weeks.

I thought rolling my eyes to myself, then I glanced at my piercings I had and hummed in thought, thinking of the last time I cleaned them.

I had a septum piercing nothing fancy just a sliver one, then snake bites on both sides of my bottom lip and yet again nothing fancy just plain old silver seeing as I could never get the right lip rings for them, either to big, to small or just not comfortable, course I had a tongue piercing but that was just an impulse decision to get it, a plain old sliver bar with red and white stripped balls on each end.

And finally I had both my first and second lobes pierced, for my first lobe it was just a plain old sliver hoop with safety-pins hanging from them, because I remembered reading somewhere that they meant something like being a trusting person always here to listen and help so I thought why not and added them, then for the second lobe was a sliver stud shaped like a small Angel wing with a little white crystal in the center, a gift from auntie Lily for my 18th last year.

And I grimaced as I ran a hand through my hair, it felt greasy and sweaty seeing as I didn't get to wash it for the past few days being tired and trying to adjust to being in such a new place, and well it didn't look any better either and was in some need of some good TLC.

With a slow deep sigh I turned on the shower to warm leaving it to warm up as I walled into my room over to my drawers to get some clothes and underwear.

I pulled out a fair of black cargos, and a black halter crop top I had cause it was right there and I didn't want to go digging for any other shirt feeling to lazily to look for something different.

I pulled out a pair of black ankle socks and threw them on my bed to put on after my shower, then a plain pair of black panties and a bra to match nothing fancy, along with throwing a black oversized varsity jacket I had with red accents on it, onto my bed too.

Before I moved off to the bathroom with my clothes to wash up, and get my day started even though I wanted to crawl into bed and die.

(About 30 minutes later)

I walked out of my bathroom feeling fresh and brand knew after washing up, doing my skincare, and putting some products in my hair and clipping it back in a messyish bun to keep my damp hair out of my face, but still I had a few stray hairs framing my face and curling gently against my cheek.

I slipped my socks on then my old warn black Nikes with white accents, i so happened to buy myself back home after going on a day out with my sisters, I'm our small town, cause why not and I needed some new shoes and by looking at these ones I'd need to get some new shoes later on too.

I quickly swiped on some of my vanilla oil perfume putting some just below my ears, then my collarbones and then finally my wrists before setting it down, slipping on my jacket then my cross body bay I got on sale it was a small black Nike cross body bag with about four different pockets.

the one right on the front of the bag had about three different lip balms in it, the one right on the back and some cash and my credit card in it, and on the inside it had my portable charger and a small charger cord in it for both my phone and well my earbuds, the other little pocket didn't really have much in it on the inside just my apartment keys and some lose change I had.

I didn't forget to slip my phone into my back pocket while putting my JBL earbuds in my bag too after taking the earbuds out of the case.

Bought them myself when they were on sale, cause I had a Job back home, made decent money too, got paid 25 an hour just to clean some rooms on the weekend or even ever school was out, I always put half of what I had away in my savings and the rest I kept for myself to spend on what I wanted or needed.

And as I walked out of my room I swiped on some coconut lip bam cause my lips felt dry, as I started to walk for the door, after shoving it back into the front pocket of my bag.

"I'm off! Bye Auntie!" I called out to my Auntie as I slipped out the door.

"Bye have a good day!" I heard her call out after me as I slipped out the door, putting my ear buds in my ears, and tapping the side of the right one once to press play as the song 'Baby by me by 50 cent and Ne-yo' filled my ears as I walked down the apartment hallway.

down the stairs and then finally the apartment building and down the street to get my schedule from the new school I was starting in a few days, but first I was having a little meeting with the principal so he could show me around first.

~Have a baby, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire~

I hummed along under my breath as I walked down the street hands in my jacket pockets as I walked, bobbing my head a little to the beat of the music as it played in my ears blocking out the sounds of the city around me.

Taking in the sights around me cause I haven't actually stopped to take the time too really look at everything, all I really knew what this was Brooklyn, a little run down but still in its own way beautiful, graffiti here and there on the sides of buildings, a few old looking stores, people going about there day, and well a few shady people lurking around alleyways, but I knew better then to look at them so I didn't.

But the people here had spirit for sure, I could here the mix of New York/ Brooklyn slang, home cooked meals being made, the sounds of people taking even over the sound of music in my ears, the mix of American and Latin culture being thrown around with Spanish too, a language I didn't quite understand but was still beautiful nonetheless, the beautiful blends of skin tones ranging from dark mahogany skin to light skinned brown with a few pale skin tones and tanned.

~Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire, be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire~

I stopped at a crossing as I pulled a hand from my pocket to press the button on the pole to the traffic lights before stuffing it back in my pocket, waiting for the red light to turn green.

~I don't play no games (I don't play no games, so when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang), come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean, ow (See what I mean)~

Once the light turned green I walked across the crossing with a few others, dodging out of the way of people almost brushing against me cause they weren't looking where they were going and I did not want them touching me.

Personal preference really, I wasn't overly fond of being touched. Never been an overly touchy person either, hug's definitely weren't my thing unless I was close enough to you to be comfortable hugging you. Then again it took me nearly four to five years being comfortable to hug my own friends back home. But like I said it was personal preference.

I kept walking feeling glad I had gone with my Auntie when she had first signed me up for my new school, and that new school was brooklyns Visions Academy I was lucky enough to get into. I know you've got to be well really smart to get in and I wasn't exactly the smartest, but they started up an art program I managed to get a scholarship for to be able to join the school I think so far I was one part of the first ten students to get the art program school.

But most of all I was glad I went with her on that car ride to the school because I was so anxious and paranoid I was gonna forget the way to school, that I had before hand set up the directions on my phone incase I did forget the way there, or maybe I was just overthinking making myself anxious and paranoid.

And I had tried my hardest to memorise the way there and back home too....yeah I'm definitely just overthinking again, a very bad habit of mine I couldn't shake off.

~Said lil' mama put me on (baby put me on), bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone), come see what I mean ( see what I mean), see what I mean (see what I mean), come see what I mean, come on~

I walked down two more streets before turning a corner and spotting the school up a head with students lingering outside or making there way into the school as I walked up to it.

I took a deep breath in and tried to shake off my social anxiety as I got nearer to the stairs leading up to the school.

"That's a lot of people outside" I muttered to myself, but I cleared my throat and tried to ignore the lingering feeling of anxiety prickly at my skin.

I made it up to the stairs of the school and walking up them and passed people as I walked through the school doors ignoring there stares, and if there where whispers I was glad I couldn't hear them over the music in my ears blocking out all noise, forcing myself to focus on the music then the stares burning themselves into my back as I clenched my fists in the pockets of my jacket.

~first it's her neck, yeah then her back, yeah I'm a freak, I get into all that, girl I perform for ya, like a porno star, 'til you had enough, then I just need a little bit more~

I was lost in thought and the music playing its up beat tune in my ears a much needed distraction from my anxiety as I hummed along lowly under my breath as I looked down at my feet as I shuffled down the schools hallway to the principals office, having memorised the way there the first time I was here.

Weaving through people and trying my damn hardest not to bump into anyone, or get in anyone's way as I slid past a group of people just standing in the hallway talking to each other, a group of girls not really caring they where in the way of others getting to there lockers and trying there hardest to balance books in there arms as they headed to class a little early .

And seeing as I wasn't looking up or paying much attention being to busy daydreaming as I weaved through and around people, I manged to walk into someone, bumping into a hard chest.

'Good job (Y\L), did the one thing you were literally trying not to do'

And I winched in embrassment as I pulled away tugging an earbud from my ear and shoving it in my pocket "Shit I'm so sorry" I apologised to the person infront of me I had just walked into.

~I don't play no games (I don't play no games), so when I'm in that thang (when I'm in that thang), come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean, ow (See what I mean)~

~Said lil' mama put me on (baby put me on), bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone), come see what I mean ( see what I mean), see what I mean (see what I mean), come see what I mean, come see what i mean~

I glanced up to see who I bumped into, another apology on my tongue, but it died when I got a look at the guy infront of me, but that felt wrong to call him a guy or even a boy, cause he looked like a man and held himself like one too, like someone who had to grow up just a little to fast making him so much more mature for his age then others.

He had dark skin but not to dark skin it was like the perfect mix between milk chocolate and dark chocolate somewhere just in between, he had barely noticeable freckles I could only just see being so close to him dotting his nose bridge and cheeks, his features where soft yet sharp in some places making him look more mature then he should for his age but he still had that soft boyish look under the stoic expression on his face, his lips looked soft and plump if not just a tiny bit chapped.

His hair which looked like he had 4B textured hair in dense coils was braided back, in two braids down the back of his head and only just brushing past his shoulders, a hairstyle that suited him but I could tell by the way his hair was just slightly frizzy and looking like his hair may have grown out just a bit, he was in need of a touch up.

he was taller then me thats for sure, I was 5ft6 and he looked around 6ft something and towered over me so I really had to tilt my head back to look at him, sure I wasn't exactly tall, but it was clear he got his tall genes from maybe his father? Or even his mother, but I wouldn't know, this was literally the first time I'd ever met him.

But what really got my attention was his eyes, they were a Hazel colour with hints of green in them but one eye his left had more green in it then the other did, but it was very subtle unless you where up close to him. His eyes reminded me of a forest the brown of the tree trunks with the green of the leaves or even moss, reminding me a little bit of home.

And for a moment I felt just a little ping of something I couldn't identify, maybe homesickness? Or maybe just missing the vast green of the forests, mountains and trees I was used to seeing. Compared to the concrete jungle that was NYC so vastly different.

He had on the Visions Academy uniform, his tie was hanging loosely from his neck like he just loosened it or just didn't bother to really out it on properly, the sleeves of his white button up rolled up to his elbows his school jacket nowhere in sight probably in his bag or even in his dorm, the dark navy blue trousers that went with the uniform fitting him quite well too.

Expect his shoes were Nike airs purple and white with black accents, that well made him stand out a little. But even then his school uniform didn't hide the fact he was lean, not just hard muscle, not lean enough to show he was always busy physically in the way of going to the gym or even maybe another kind of activity just as physical for him to keep his figure just right, not to much muscle, but not quite just skinny being just bones and all, it was a perfect balance in between the both of them.

"It's aight ma, don't sweat it" he said, his voice was deep but not to deep, and the way his words rolled off his tongue like honey and a hint of an accent I couldn't really place at the moment with music still playing in my ear, and the noise of students walking around us.

He had a hand on my waist having set it there when I had bumped into him, a reflex probably to make sure either he didn't fall over or to make sure I didn't ass over either.

His hand on the bare skin of my waist peeking out just under my crop top, his hands felt rough calloused just enough so it was clear he did hands on physical work but not to rough to the point it felt like the skin on his palms were gonna scratch my skin, it was a strangely pleasant feeling feeling the rough skin on my own.

And for a moment that threw me off, I hadn't ever liked someone's touch before, not even my own mothers. So for the fact I didn't mind his touch, that this feeling wasn't like the usual feeling I got when someone touched me. That it didn't feel like my skin was crawling and making me physically uncomfortable....was strange, so very, very strange to me.

I blinked a little in surprise, 'Ma? Well that's a new one' I thought to myself before I shook it off and cleared my throat stepping back away from him shoving my hands back in my pockets.

"Sorry again, I should have paid more attention" I said to the mystery man in front of me with a small awkwardly apologetic smile.

'Jesus I feel fucking awkward as hell right now, get a grip (Y/N) stop being a little bitch'

"Mm, ain't nothin' ma, just look where you goin' next time" He sounding almost a little amused, but if he was I couldn't tell over the rising anxiousness and awkwardness as he looked down at me as he seemingly shurgged off the situation, his hand fell from my waist dropping back to his side.

"Uh yeah, I'll remember that" I said a little awkwardly cause well I wasn't a people person and clearly didn't get out much to be standing here trying to have a normal conversation.

"Well I better get going, have a good day, and sorry again for bumping into you" I said to him automatically falling into a more polite tone, one that had been drilled into me for years back home by my parents, family and everyone I basically knew.To always been polite unless given a reason not to be polite to them, just like I was told to be respectful, until they didn't have the right to earn such respect for me if they couldn't give it back in return.

AI stepped away with a small smile and a nod to the man I bumped into as I started to walk away.

"See you 'round ma" he called out to me as he watched me leave, as I continued to walk down the hallway to the principals office, taking my earbuds from my pocket and shoving it back in my ear as I walked just a little faster away from him, feeling so goddamned embarrassed and awkward.

(Miles's POV)

Miles watched as the girl who had bumped onto him apologised one last time so politely making him almost, almost crack a genuine smile for the first time in along while, even told him to have a good day before she left and he couldn't help but be amused by that.

And a small smirk tugged at his lips as he watched her walk away, his eyes trailing over her from her hair clearly damp from a shower clipped back messily to the clothes she wore.

Black varsity jacket with red accents on the collar and chuffs of the sleeves, black cargos that hugged her lower body just right, he paused for a moment to look at her ass, as she walked, and yeah those cargo's definitely hugged her just right.

She had an accent too, one he didn't recognise, but it sounded like a mix of two completely different accents that seemed to blend so easily together when she spoke, her voice wasn't like the other girls voices in this school.

Coming out a tad soft and like honey when words fell from her pierced lips and slightly high pitched from embarrassment and being a tad awkward.

But what he noticed the most was how when she spoke her two uniquely blended accents just come out more pronounced with certain words as she spoke, sometimes sounding more like the other the blended together.

But it was clear she wasn't from Brooklyn not with that accent and the way she acted either, but the biggest give away was how jetlagged she still looked, along with her features that looked unique, unique in the way that showed where ever she was from she was a perfect blend of two cultures, and that was enough for him to know she was new to his city.

She was also not bad looking either, she had pretty (E/C) eyes, a pretty little body too softly curved in the right places. He remembered too how soft her skin felt against his rough palm, the tingling feeling it left behind on his palm from were his hand had been on her waist.and unconsciously he clenched and unclenched the hand that had touched her soft skin.

But he also remembered the smell of her perfume once he got a whif of it when she had been just inches from him, it smelt like vanilla and something softer, something sweet kinda like marshmallows. it wasnt strong like most perfumes that stung his nose and over powering his nose with the harsh smell of someone drowning themselves in there perfume. it was soft and subtle, Not over powering the soft scent of coconut sticking to her skin mixing in so well with the vanilla.

Miles turned around and walked off to his Spanish class his backpack slung lazily over his shoulder "Interesting" he muttered to himself under his breath as he kept walking, a barely visible smirk on his lips as he walked shoving his hands in his pockets, as he lazily strolled to class.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

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Translations: qué me estás haciendo = What are you doing to me?

ka tohe koe i tenei reiti = Your gonna be late at this rate

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