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theghostpinesmusic · 6 months ago

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Deschutes River Canyon (2/3)

We got a bit of a late start the second morning due to not setting an alarm, but hey, that's the joy of low-key spring backpacking.

I enthusiastically proselytize about the odd beauty of this trail to anyone who will listen, but even I will admit that doing thirteen miles on it in one day is tough. Even in the spring when the temperatures are low(er), there's no real escape from the sun at any point. The trail is easy to follow because of its past as a former train line, but it's also hard-packed and therefore hard on your feet when you're walking a long distance on it. And the canyon, strangely alluring as it is, can get extremely boring after six or so hours of seemingly identical twists and turns.

The section of the trail between Lockit Camp and Harris Ranch is, for me, the worst example of this last complaint. I think this might arise in part from the fact that I passed through this section of trail at the beginning and very end of an extremely long dayhike I took from my camp at Fall Canyon in 2021. It's also in part because even though there are a lot of neat little landmarks and details throughout the canyon for anyone who is paying attention to enjoy, none of those really seem to fall along this section of the trail.

So, we walked and walked and walked, and I looked across the river as we paralleled a long, parked line of train cars. The train seemed to last forever, and so did the walking.

Finally, though, we saw the distinctive, fantasy-novel-looking dark cliffs that mark the final bend in the river before the trail passes through the remains of Harris Ranch.

I honestly have not looked much into the history of Harris Ranch and so I don't have any real sense of what it was like before the 2018 Substation Fire incinerated it, but I suspect that it was, at least, a somewhat more inviting landmark than it is nowadays.

That said, it still serves as a halfway-ish landmark along the trail and the open swath of the canyon here is particularly beautiful, even as your passing through is punctuated by the eerie pings and creaks of old metal signs hanging from burnt posts blowing in the afternoon wind. You could probably camp here, as the land is the flattest it ever really gets along the trail, but I never have.

We continued on to Fall Canyon Camp, probably the best campsite along the entire trail and certainly home to the Deschutes River's most picturesque outhouse.

We took a long break here and had a nice conversation with a group of three backpackers who were heading south along the trail but had been hoping to set up camp for the night. We assured them the spot was theirs and continued on after enjoying a half-hour or so of not walking along a sun-drenched railroad bed.

We were about nine miles into our thirteen-mile day, on a long stretch of empty trail between the Harris Ranch and Gordon Canyon areas, grumbling about the sun and impatient to get to our next camping spot, when we were passed by two bikers (the trail is arguably much better known as a biking trail than as a hiking trail). We didn't think anything of this initially, as this was the tenth or so group of bikers to pass us so far that day. But then they stopped just a bit ahead of us and waited for us to catch up.

Initially, I was thinking that maybe they were having some sort of issue or wanted to know something about the trail, but once we caught up it turned out that they were just really friendly and wanted to say hello. After a few minutes of conversation, before they rode off again to the north, one of the bikers pulled a can of cider out of his bike-mounted mini-cooler (a pretty great piece of gear if I do say so myself) and gave it to us.

Now, the merits of drinking an alcoholic beverage on a hot day with four more miles of hiking ahead of you are certainly debatable, but we did not debate. It was cold, now, and if we waited to drink it, it would be hot. Duh.

In the end, the cider helped us power through the next two miles, but more than likely made the final two miles the slog that they were. Fortunately, after a quick break at Game Commission Camp, those last two miles were at least punctuated by some of my favorite scenery along the whole trail. For one, there is a weird rockfield that runs right along the shore of a particularly rough part of the river.

And, just south of Gordon Canyon, the columnar basalt returns with a vengeance, though it tends to exist in whorls here rather than in proper columns.

On the second night of the past two trips, I/we had set up camp at a somewhat hidden site across from where Gordon Canyon Creek intersects the trail. This spot is shaded and right above the river, and is one of my favorite spots along the entire trail, second maybe only to Fall Canyon Camp. This time, though, someone had beat us there. So, we continued a bit further north along the trail until the flat, rock-fenced-in field that I associate with Colorado Camp came into view on our left.

I have a lot of fond memories of lazy afternoons over the last few years spent in this field, usually under the two trees that stand alone in the middle.

We were hesitant to hike further up the trail, but were also unimpressed by the available sites at Colorado Camp proper, so even though the sun was starting to set behind the western canyon wall, we descended down to the field from the road to look around. It was Lindsey who noticed that with a little work, we might actually be able to set our tent up under the trees themselves. We were both huge fans of this idea, so we did it.

After a quick setup, we both layered up and then I climbed back up to the road to take some sunset photos while Lindsey started a fire (legally, in an established fire ring). I love the vantage from the road here (where the main trail joins/becomes a driveable road for the last four or so miles north to the Columbia), and the sight of our small fire and the tent nestled under the tree made it seem downright cozy.

Then I climbed back down to the tent to find out that one of Lindsey's boots was missing.

She has a tendency to, when it's reasonable, swap out her boots and hike in sandals instead. She stuffs the unused footwear in the mesh pocket in the back of her pack and (usually) secures with a knot or a carabiner. In this case, she had switched her boots out for her sandals at Fall Creek Canyon, at least seven miles before we'd reached Colorado Camp, and one of them had apparently fallen out somewhere between the two. We were both fairly certain that she'd had both boots at Game Commission Camp, two miles before we'd stopped for the night, so rather than giving up the boot for lost, I offered to get up early the next morning and hike back to see if I could find it.

This was partially out of a desire to be helpful and chivalrous, but it was also partially out of a desire to go on a fun little sidequest. By our standards at least, the Deschutes River hike, done over three days, is a pretty short and pretty straightforward hike, and while I wasn't feeling inclined to tack on another five or ten miles just for the hell of it, the idea of hiking a four-mile round-trip loop (at most) in addition to finishing the trail to the Columbia the next morning didn't really faze me, and I was excited for the challenge.

On the other hand, it would certainly be possible for her to finish the hike in sandals, so if we woke up late and decided to give the boot up to the wild, we would still be able to get back to the car by following the low-elevation trail along the river to the finish.

The thirteen mile day must have worn on us a bit more than the previous, shorter day because we didn't stay up nearly as late on the second night. We were in the tent shortly after dark, me at least with plans for another medium-length day of hiking the next day, depending on how things went. I somewhat grudgingly set an alarm for the next morning, and then quickly zonked out for the night.

#backpacking #hiking #photos #deschutes river #traveling #camping #spring #columbia river

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rentnhop · 10 months ago

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Solo Traveler's Paradise: Biking Through Manali's Scenic Landscapes

Howdy solo travellers. Planning some long-distance adventures in Manali but not sure where to start? Take it from me, a seasoned solo explorer - with the right preparation, Manali is a paradise for epic road trips and a mix of bike on rent in Manali. Let me walk you through my tips for safe, smooth, and unforgettable long-distance travel around Manali on two wheels. This blog can be a life changer for you if you take the given advice seriously.

1. Choose the place and two-wheeler

First up - choose your noble steed! There’s no shortage of bike on rent in Manali for every type of traveller. For long days in the saddle, a powerful Royal Enfield is tough to beat. That thumping engine can devour miles while holding your gear. Just be ready for the weight at low speeds.

If you prefer more agile handling, a smaller bike rental in Manali like a Bullet is great for winding mountain roads. Or try a Jupiter scooter - effortless cruising with automatic transmission. Test drive a few options to see what feels best. And don't overlook safety features like tubeless tires and disc brakes. Absolutely essential in the hills.

2. Plan the route

Got your ride sorted? Time to plan your route. Manali offers endless long-distance possibilities, but here are my top solo picks. For an epic multi-day journey, head north crossing Rohtang Pass to the raw Lahaul and Spiti Valley. Camp under the stars, see majestic monasteries, and soak in hidden hot springs. Just be prepared for serious altitude!

If you prefer gentler landscapes, ride south through the lush Kullu Valley. Follow the Beas River past forested hills and fruit orchards to the town of Mandi. Then continue towards the Great Himalayan National Park for wildlife spotting. You can cover a lot of ground in a few days.

No matter which direction, build in plenty of stops. Part of the magic of long-distance travel is slowing down to appreciate your surroundings. Make time for hiking detours, chatting with locals, and exploring offbeat villages. Let the road unfold rather than rushing to destinations.

Packing the right gear is also key for solo trips. Tools, spare tubes, first aid, and rain protection are absolute musts. I always bring camping equipment too so I can sleep anywhere. A sturdy phone charger and offline maps help avoid getting stranded. And snacks are life savers when your stomach starts growling.

3. Keep all the essential

Make sure your Manali bike rental comes with essentials like saddlebags, mirrors, and phone mounts. Having your gear secured and navigation setup ahead of time is one less thing to stress over. And never skip the safety essentials - helmets, protective clothing, and lights to keep you visible. Safety first, always.

Speaking of safety, it pays to prepare for the unexpected on the road. Learn basic bike repairs before heading out. Memorize important Hindi phrases. Pin local emergency contacts. And keep your travel insurance card handy, just in case. Being a responsible solo biker means planning for problems.

Above all, listen to your gut during long rides. If conditions seem risky, pull over. If you're tired or uneasy about a stretch, find a place to stop and recover. Don't push past your limits just to cover more ground. You want to arrive safely so you can enjoy more adventures ahead!

Finally, don't forget to capture your journey along the way. Photos at mountain passes and village tea stops will be priceless memories later. And share your experiences with loved ones when possible so they can track your epic progress.

Conclusion

Alright, my friend, those are my best tips for smooth long-distance biking around Manali. You can get a bike rental in Manali from Rentnhop and then you can start your journey. Just take it slow and steady, savor the beauty, and you'll have a trip of a lifetime. Let me know if any other questions come up. Happy trails - go make your solo rider dreams a reality in this mountain paradise.

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bikerblah · 1 year ago

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How to be a biker ? That’s a damn good question. I don’t know when or where it happened but somewhere along the journey of mine , I stopped sizing up different riders and bikers. I know what kind of riding I like , I know what kind of gear that works and I could care less about the latest fashion or the latest trend. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll try new things but if it isn’t “form and function” , I probably will have little use for it .

When I get asked, how do you dress like a biker , what are you supposed to wear ?? What kind of music do bikers listen to ? What kind of motorcycle do “real”bikers ride ? I kinda throw up in my mouth a little. If your asking these questions your missing the whole point. I can’t speak for the whole world but at least for the past 30 years in the States, the motorcycle is a “sovereign” symbol. You don’t touch another man’s bike right? This comes from the “built not bought” hot rod era and if someone could actually afford to walk in a dealership and buy a brand new machine (back before financing) you just don’t touch the bike . Not to mention that the machine your looking at is probably the only thing that man owns.

When I entered the culture “real” bikers , “real” riders were poor , so the fashion reflects that , a good pair of jeans , jacket and lid are expensive so they are usually worn out and constantly dirty . The music changes with the times but typically you will hear bluesy rock , but that’s not a rule, my generation was a great time for music culture with the advent of grunge and hip hop , there’s no rule here with music and that’s kinda the underlying point here … the trade off for spending your rent money on a new rear tire so you could get to thunder beach was always the free grouping of free individuals. For a lack of a better term anarchy. Not break laws and riot poser anarchy, but the real ideology, the real lifestyle of , earn paper, live and let live , OH and btw we’re all poor asses too but if you can get here there’s a party… Being a biker means being your true self , being inclusive, and actually riding your motorcycle. Think about how most bikers in the American culture are always referring to their peers as “brothers” “sisters” , this is supposed to separate the bikers/riders from the citizens and cagers , sooo as the machine is a sovereign symbol, the man or woman is sovereign.

I ride every day, I don’t own a cage , I have been riding for a minute now and every day I have a “near miss” or an incident or an obstacle or something that reminds me that I’m gonna die on this machine. I have , and so will you, come to terms with this fact. If you want to be a “real biker” you need to do a fearless moral inventory, decide what your principles are and stand for them. Being a biker is not what you wear or what music you listen too , heck it’s not even about what brand of scoot you ride . It’s that you do ride .

Don’t worry about buying the right jacket, or if you look good in the helmet, you need to get a motorcycle, and then you need to ride it 🤘😎

… till next blah Ride Safe , Ride Sober.

#bikerblog #dailyrider #howtobeabiker

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kiwikiwii · 3 years ago

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Outfit Headcanons for the Shaw Pack couples

As per usual, I'm hyperfixating on garbage again so uh, here it is, clothing aesthetic headcanon! (It's quite long so everything is undercut)

I'm trying to find things that are gender neutral for the Listeners but it miiiiight not work out and in that case I'm sorry qq

David:

Generally speaking, he dresses in nothing but black and white

If he wears colours, they're quite dull

He will wear a leather jacket(tm) even if he is going to be boiled alive in it in the summer

Either leather shoes or boots, anything that'll be easy to match with outfits

Very neat, very monocromatic kinda guy

Wears a watch (probably something he picked up from his dad)

Reference:

Angel:

They're dressed comfortably all the time

Simple and for almost every occasion

Go to hoodie and sweatpants because it's easy

They have a few copies of the same clothes in slightly different colours

References:

Asher:

Likes to wear things with denim jackets

Has one with a tons of pins and badges on them

Big comfy graphic t-shirt (probably some nerd shit on it)

Pants is anything that goes along with what he has on atm

Reference:

Babe:

Pastel-ish colour pallette

Shorts are their go to

They change nail colours every week, they also paint Ash's nails

They like rainbow fluffy socks

Their closet consists of mostly Ash's clothes

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Milo:

Has hoodies that's pretty tight

He pulls up the sleeves to look tough show off his guns

Anything to show off his tattoos, he will wear

Wears black nail polish because he thinks it's cool and edgy

Very black and red kinda guy

Wears sneakers cuz he likes walking

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Sweetheart:

Wears a dress shirt in and out of work

Has a closet full off mostly white dress shirts

They have suits of many colours

Black shoes for simplicity but does have other pairs

Clean, simple and neat.

They do have more casual clothes but because they work almost all the time, they don't wear it much

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Darlin':

They'd wear anything to look tough

They like to wear this kinda thing cuz they think it makes them look hot

Always going for the "Don't fuck with me" kinda style

Showing off their battle scars 24/7

They don't like being hot so no jackets

Typically sleeveless shirts to show off their guns

Reference:

Sam

Dresses like a biker all the time

Wears heavy leather boots

He is basically covered head to toe so just in case he needs to stay up, he has his gear on to not burn in the sun

That includes a very cool helmet and leather gloves

Ok! That's it! Took forever to type but there we areeeeeeee-

#redacted asmr #redacted shaw pack #redacted david #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted sam #redacted angel #redacted babe #redacted sweetheart #redacted darlin #i need help #i think all of them are hot #kiwikiwii.txt #redacted headcanons #sam is the cool biker dude that not everyone has seen his face before around town #david's leather jacket tm

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bratkook · 4 years ago

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girls in bikinis. (m) kth.

pairing: taehyung x reader genre: smut, pwp word count: 5.3k warnings: exhibitionism, unprotected sex, partially clothed sex, fingering, spanking, dirty talk, creampie, he fucks her in roller skates okay and its light and playful author’s note: this came to me as i washed my dishes and listened to this song by poppy and idk what possessed me to write this when i have 2471819 other wips i should be focusing on but i hope u enjoy it lmaooo

As the sun beats down on Taehyung, beads of sweat trickling down his neck while he cruises on his long board along the concrete path right on the beach, he doesn’t think he regrets encouraging your new hobby more than he does right now

You see when you first voiced your desire to learn to roller skate Taehyung had found it endearing, even going as far as purchasing the skates for you as a surprise because you had been so excited watching videos online of other girls gliding around.

When you finally got them and slipped them on, stumbling around like a baby deer discovering they had legs, he thought it would be an adorable hobby. Seeing you bundled up with your knee pads, matching elbow pads ready to catch your fall and a helmet strapped tightly under your chin.

It all screamed cute.

But your determination had set it, constantly practicing out on the sidewalk or in the shoddy parking lot of your apartment complex, not caring how many times you bruised your tailbone with your nasty falls until they slowly minimized.

Soon enough Taehyung had stopped providing you ice packs and comforting words when you took a tumble and instead he had begun to watch in awe as your strides got more confident, no longer afraid to apply pressure onto your toe stops when you caught some speed, mixing in some cool spins as you skated around him in circles.

With that added confidence came the fact that you no longer needed to be wrapped up in safety gear as extensively as you used to be which is what landed him in this situation, watching you glide along beside him with the skimpiest outfit on.

This no longer screamed cute, no this entire thing was currently shouting sexy in his head so loud it was a surprise no one around him could hear it.

Taehyung swallows down a groan when you push out so you’re ahead of him now, the scrape of your wheels mixing in with his own. His eyes trail up your body, seeing how your legs glimmer in the sun thanks to the body oil you had lathered on before you, making your entire body look like its glowing.

The expanse of your legs are out for the world to see and he’s almost positive if you bent over just slightly he’d catch a peak of the underwear you currently had on because these black cut off shorts were purely for aesthetic purposes.

Its not until you whirl around on your skates, gliding backwards with your arms and head bobbing along to the music you had blasting from your phone in your back pocket, that his eyes zero in on your tits. Taehyung can’t hold the groan back this time, not with the way he sees them bounce and jiggle with each stride of your legs, only being caged in by the tiniest triangle bikini top you had so graciously slipped on.

He knew you did this on purpose, did this just for him, color coordinating your orange top to match the suede of your skates and passing it off as a cute notion. Taehyung had gotten drunk a few nights ago, and with the added alcohol came the slip of his tongue, confessing how hot he thought you looked as you rolled around and how much hotter you’d look if you did it in just your underwear.

You, being ever the people pleaser, weren’t going to let him down. Of course you weren’t clad in your bra and panties but this was definitely second best and when you catch his dazed out expression it proves you right.

His foot mindlessly keeps pushing himself forward, coming back onto his board robotically to continue the glide while you shimmy your chest at him tauntingly.

“My eyes are up here.” You quip teasingly, your hand coming up to rake through your hair as you shoot him a dazzling smile. Thats when he finally blinks out of his daze, meeting your eyes with a cheeky smile on his own face.

“Oh I know,” he shrugs, rocking on his board as he glides side to side, his wheels kissing the edge of the path each way as he does so, “prefer staring at your tits though.”

A snort leaves you at his comment, swirling back around to face forward, slowing your pace down until you’re once again right beside him. You turn your head to look at him, smirking when you see him staring at you already, “Figured, that’s kind of why I wore this.”

“Ah,” he sighs out, his hand reaching forward to grab your own in a sweet notion as he matches your speed, “so I fell into your trap?”

The soft laugh you let out makes the horniness that's clouding his brain clear up, paired with the fact that he can no longer see the way your boobs bounce with every crack on the floor, he has a moment to cleanse his impure thoughts.

“Yeah, it’s all going according to plan.”

Taehyung laughs fully at that now, his eyes crinkling up as he smiles, his ash blonde hair being fluffed up from the wind and the speed at which he pushes off the floor, “Oh yeah?”

A small hum is your only response, mimicking his movements and pushing forward once more to make room for bikers approaching you, once again giving him the glorious view of your ass and legs.

“And how does this plan of yours end exactly?”

You spin around once more, the action smooth and nothing at all compared to the way you struggled months ago, your hand still grasping his own as he helps guide you from any oncoming people. There's a glint in your eye that he can’t pinpoint but he knows its trouble, it usually always is with you.

“With you fucking me.”

His brows arch up at your lewd comment, how you said it so nonchalantly, almost as if you were discussing a grocery list. His balance falters slightly as he wobbles on his feet, your hand being the saving grace that stops him from face planting onto the hot cement. That would definitely sober his filthy thoughts up just as quickly as they came, nothing like good road burn to help him stop sinning.

“Well let's go then.” He chokes out, ready to drag you to his awaiting car, maybe you’d let him defile you in his backseat if you were this horny but you shock him once more when your shoulders shrug. A playful frown on your face as you look behind you, your eyes focusing on the surrounding buildings, “Why?”

“What do you mean why, you said you want me to fuck you or am I reading this all wrong?”

Another laugh bubbles out of you, the sound sweet and angelic as if you aren’t currently thinking of him rearranging your guts in the unholiest of places

“Oh no, I definitely want you to fuck me but why leave?”

That’s when the realization hits him, his eyes widening up as his mouth drops open when he understands just what you’re suggesting, “Here?”

A simple nod is sent his way, your smile widening when he looks around in exasperation, almost as if he can’t fathom that you’d let him do whatever he wanted to you in any location. “But we’re in public!” He hisses out, his cheeks warming up to a blush and its adorable.

“So, I’m horny and I want you to fuck me. Are you game?”

As adventurous as Taehyung was, he'd never, ever, fooled around in public and as much as he wanted to, the fear of getting caught and possibly being thrown into jail always stopped him. But the way you look right now is making all of his logical thinking go straight into the gutter and he can’t find it in himself to care, not when he can see this whole thing play out in his mind.

With every blink of his eyes he sees flashes of you, pressed against the side of a building as you moan out his name, the feel of your oiled up skin against his fingertips as he grips into your hips and fucks you from behind, the thrill of having to keep quiet.

He feels his cock spur to life in his shorts and that is absolutely the only convincing he needs to make his feet come down with a thump, haphazardly hopping off of his board and yanking you to an abrupt stop, his hands having to catch you before you topple over from the force of it all.

“Hell yeah I’m game, but if we get caught it’s all your fault.”

He wastes no time scooping his board up and tucking it underneath his arm as he takes off, dragging you behind him while he hauls you off the bike path and onto the crowded boardwalk. His grip on you is secure as your wheels wobble on the uneven path, his pace speeding up when your laughter reaches his ear.

A smirk spreads onto his face as his eyes bounce along each building, determined to find a location good enough for your rendezvous. The small whispers you send him make him feel like you’re a little devil perched onto his shoulder, luring him into making the worst decisions with the best outcomes.

“You gotta be quiet Y/N.” Taehyung whispers with a laugh, his hands placed on your ass, pushing you into the small alleyway between two buildings you had both deemed good enough for the scandalous act you were about to perform.

You have to bite your lip to prevent teasing words from slipping through, your heart was currently pounding in your chest as reality hits you, not believing just how easy it was to convince Taehyung do to anything involving sex.

It’s almost comical how he rolls you deeper into the small hiding spot, his board slipping from its spot under his arm and landing on the floor in a loud thunk. The sound echoes all around you but he can’t focus on that right now, completely ignoring the scowl you send his way after he had just shushed you into silence.

“You gotta be quiet–” You mock him, the end of your words being muffled out when he slaps his palm over your mouth, a taunting look on his face as he pushes you against the brick wall. The heels of your boots thud against the building as your back presses flush against it, the gritty texture of the wall digs into your back but any complaints you have get stuck in your throat when you see the look in his face, your breath huffing against his hand, the tiniest smile creeping onto your lips.

“Don’t worry about me baby,” he whispers out, his face inching closer to yours. His eyes sneak a side glance towards the opening of the alley way, seeing the occasional person walking past blissfully unaware that the two of you were tucked away in here, “unless you want people to see how desperate you are for my cock you need to keep that pretty mouth of yours closed okay?”

A stiff nod and a hum against his palm is all you give him, your eyes staring straight into his as he takes a moment to ogle you. His gaze trails down your neck, onto the swells of your chest covered in the tiny orange bikini, his head tilting slightly as he watches the rise and fall as you try to steady your breathing.

“Nervous?” Taehyung teases, choosing now to remove his palm from your mouth.

“No,” you breathe out a laugh, resting onto your left toe stop as you sag against the wall, “I’m excited.”

Of course you were, this had been your plan after all. Get Taehyung so hot and bothered he’d do anything you asked and he had fallen right into your grasp, not that he had any complaints.

“You fucking minx.” He jokes, pressing his lips against yours in a hard kiss, the smell of the sunscreen he had slathered his face in invades your senses, it reminds you of summer and you know after today it’ll also remind you of this moment.

Your lips drop open as he licks his way into your mouth, groaning when his tongue slithers against yours. Your arms hook around his neck, tugging him closer as he lightly licks the roof of your mouth before pulling back with a hum.

“Gotta be quick yeah?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, letting his hands grip your sides, his thumb softly rubbing your waist on his way down to the button of your shorts, “hurry.”

The bouncing wheels of skateboarders whizzing by a few feet away has you gasping in excitement, Taehyung shooting you a wink when he catches the thrilling look on your face at the prospect of getting caught, “You got it.”

Taehyung pops the button of your shorts open, the sound reaching your ears, aiding in the small rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. The metallic scrape of your zipper being yanked down joins the air, his long fingers dipping into the waist of them and tugging them down your legs until they catch around your knees from the way your thighs are spread out.

He eyes the tiny pastel orange panties you chose to wear, your entire outfit being carefully thought out for this exact moment and it makes him chuckle under his breath, he really had fallen right into your trap.

His fingers toy with your underwear, following the edge of it as it curves into your inner thighs, a shiver wracking through your body at the ticklish feeling, a slight detour being taken when his thumb presses into the damp patch decorating the front of it.

A wiggle of your eyebrows is sent his way when he eyes you teasingly, “Who would’ve thought you’d get this wet just thinking about me fucking you out in the open.”

“Please, I get soaked just thinking about you doing literally anything.”

He knew that much to be true, taking pride in being the main reason your panties were ruined.

Its not until the sound of people talking reaches his ears that he remembers he needs to hurry up, the idea of being caught was definitely hot but actually getting caught wasn’t so he once again grips your hips and turns you around.

Your heavy wheels clank against the ground at the change of position, your hands gripping the rough wall to keep you steady as he moves you, the rolling of your wheels only making him laugh.

“Uh, you’re gonna have to lean on your thingy to stop from rolling.”

“My toe stop?” You tease, putting pressure on your right foot to help stabilize you as he places a palm on your back, his fingers tracing the ties of your bikini top as he pushes you forward.

“Yes you smart ass.”

With you no longer rolling back onto him he deems himself ready to continue, his palms roaming over the smooth expanse of your exposed ass. You had clearly covered your entire body in that damn oil, not leaving a single area bare of the jasmine scented liquid which Taehyung had now decided was his new favorite thing.

“Hurry up and fuck me.” You whine out, your hips jutting further back, not at all expecting the swift slap he lands on your left cheek. His large palm swats against your skin so hard it bounces off the walls, the gasp getting stuck in your throat when everything falls into silence once more, half expecting someone to peek their head in from how loud it had been but it luckily never comes. He soothes your warm skin with his palm, kneading your flesh gently as he bit his lip.

“Gotta make sure you’re ready for me baby.” He scolds, his thumb hooking around your underwear and yanking it to the side, revealing your dripping slit to him. His other hand comes forward to let his fingers trail up your folds in a teasing motion, softly tracing up and around, not being able to resist teasing you further. When his index finger glides through your slick with ease his mouth drops open in awe, forever being prideful at the effect he has on you.

The small whine spills out of your lips when he slowly dips his finger in, enjoying the way your walls pulse around the tip of it before he pushes in to the hilt, starting a slow rhythm as he pulls out and thrusts back in, quickly adding a second finger and scissoring them inside of you to properly stretch you out for his cock.

“Mm Taehyung,” you sigh out, your head falling forward to rest against the cool wall as he continues to fuck you open. Each thrust of his long fingers has you keening, more of your arousal gushing out of you in excitement, becoming more and more desperate as he continues, “fuck I’m ready please.”

He playfully hums in thought from behind you, not entirely convinced two fingers would be enough for you to adjust to him. “I don’t think you are Y/N.”

The way your pussy clamps around his third finger when you feel the tip of a prod at your entrance proves his assumption correct, but he could take care of that. He knew you body well enough, having the motions down to a science. The way he curls his fingers, alternating between spreading them out and nudging against the sweet patch inside of you, it doesn’t take long until you’re fully relaxed in his hands, your hips rocking back into him at the feeling of being so full.

“There you go sweetheart,” he coos, his eyes slipping shut for a moment as he focuses on the wet thumping every time his palm hits your ass when he thrusts into you. The softest moans fill the otherwise silent alley, your fingers desperately clutching the wall, no doubt scraping your skin but that was a problem for later on, right now all you could think about was how amazing Taehyung’s fingers felt inside your cunt.

“Fuck, nngh please Tae.” You plead, twisting your body slightly to crane your head over your shoulder, hoping the clear desperation etched onto your features was enough to have him whip his cock out and fuck you like you wanted.

Your wide eyes glimmer with unshed tears from frustration and he takes pity on you, slipping his shiny fingers out of your pussy and popping them into his mouth like second nature. As if you needed him to do more to turn you on he has to go and lick your arousal off of his digits like it was his favorite candy.

“Okay,” he murmurs out, undoing his own shorts and yanking them down just enough for his cock to spring free. The visual of it out in the open almost makes those tears pool over, his large hand wrapping around the girth of it as he lazily pumps his aching length inches away from you, “you ready?” He questions, bringing his palm to his mouth to noisily spit into it, using it to lube up his cock as he steps closer to you.

“Yes.” You breathe out, rolling your lips together as you face the wall again, your head hanging low as you wait, your pussy clenching in anticipation.

Taehyung steps in between your legs, keeping them nice and spread apart, yanking your underwear to the side to reveal your sodden folds to him once more. He licks his lips over as he guides the head of his cock towards your entrance, the slight pressure of it pressing against you has you sighing out, gritting your teeth together to keep from shouting at him to hurry up.

Finally, he eases his way inside, his bulbous head breaching your entrance, the stretch that accompanies it beating the feel of his three fingers from before. This was what you wanted, his thick cock stretching you apart and filling you up the way he knew best.

Taehyung holds in a groan when your walls tighten around him when he bottoms out, his hips fully flushed against yours, the two of you panting as he stills inside of you.

“You okay?” He whispers, his fingers moving to grip your hips once more to help ground himself as he waits for a response from you. The sound of more people approaching has your walls pulsing around him and he groans, “Fuck, of course you’re okay. You fucking love this huh?”

A small whimper of his name is all you let out, the idea of being caught in the act making the words stick to your throat, instead you push back onto him, urging him to move.

Taehyung takes the hint, a smile gracing his face as he slowly inches back, beginning to rock into you in a steady rhythm, his pace increasing every time you let a tiny moan slip out from between your grit teeth, a small reward for being vocal because he wants you to let anyone listening know it was him making you feel good.

“Answer me baby.”

The squelching sounds of his dick hammering into you fill the air, the lewd moans finally leaving you with no qualms about who could possibly hear, “Fuck, yes I love it.”

He hums in appreciation, his hips fucking into you with more force at your admission, new determination settling inside of him to get you to fall apart, not an ounce of shame remains at getting caught.

Taehyunt can’t lie, he knows he loves it too, loves the way you’re letting him claim you in public, the way your moans echo in the space you’re in, your hand gripping the wall. A squeal leaves your lips, mixed in with a breathless laugh, when he angles his hips just right.

“Such a good girl,” he grunts out, gripping your hips tighter when you squeeze him, “letting me fuck you like this. Want everyone to see that you’re mine huh?”

One of his hands curls around your front, trailing up your body until he reaches your skimpy top. He yanks the fabric of your bikini to the side, his palm squeezing a handful of your tits as he continues to thrust into you, the coolness of his palm contrasting with the warmth of your chest.

“Just yours, only yours.” You slur out, your brain turning into putty when his dick curves just right. The way his hand squeezes and tugs at your exposed nipple has your mind spinning, your body being jostled by his thrusts and in turn making the foot that remains flat on the floor roll back and forth from the force.

“Ah, baby,” he laughs as his fingers pinch your pebbled nipple, hearing a small hum in response from you, “you’re rolling again.”

Taehyung slows his thrusts, rocking in to you more calmly as you grunt in frustration, neither of you took into account how inconvenient fucking in roller skates would be.

“My calves are cramping from holding my feet like this.” You admit with a laugh, feeling Taehyung lean his head forward until it rested in the juncture of your neck, his soft breaths hitting your skin as he chuckled.

“Okay, here bring them down flat.” He guides you, holding you steady as you even out the weight on your skates, a tiny yelp escaping you when you begin to roll down on the uneven alley floor. Taehyung repositions his feet to rest right behind the skates to keep you from sliding further, an experimental thrust of his hips being sent your way to test the hold, “Better?”

When you no longer roll back, just bump forward slightly, you sigh in relief, “Yeah, so much better. C’mon keep fucking me.” You plead, your palm coming down to wrap around the hand currently groping your tits, urging him on and he listens.

“Whatever you want baby.” He mumbles against your skin, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder as he pulls his hips back, rearing forward in a brutal pace that has you nearly shouting out. Your body hunches forward more freely now, no longer afraid of rolling away, instead your hand slides down the rough wall as you moan out his name.

His eyes catch on to the way you’re soaking his cock, leaving it slick and shiny with your arousal each time he pulls out. Taehyung feels like his mind is swimming, the whines of his name and the way you rut your hips back on him is the only anchor keeping him in the present.

He releases your nipple, trailing the hand down your front until it dips past your underwear and reaches your clit. Your reaction is instant, a loud gasp filling the air as your walls clamp down at the stimulation when he begins to rub tight circles on your sensitive nub.

“Oh god Taehyung,” you cry out, placing both hands on the wall and throwing your head back in pleasure, “you always fuck me so good.”

He grunts at your confession, the slight ego boost inflating his chest, the tiny licks of pleasure curling in his gut as he feels his release approaching, “Mm yeah? You’re creaming my cock baby, you enjoying yourself?”

Taehyung marvels at the way your back arches further, focusing on the way your ass bounces with every thrust of his hips and he can’t help himself when he delivers another harsh smack onto one of your cheeks, watching as the skin ripples and smarts at the slap.

“Ah,” you mewl, the sting of his palm sending tingles of pleasure up your spine. Your velvety walls pulse around him, always one to enjoy a little pain with your pleasure, “yes! F-fuck, I’m close Tae.”

He can tell, the way you’re sucking him in further every time he pulls out, desperate to keep him buried to the hilt, “You gonna cum like this? Gonna let everyone hear what a filthy girl you are?”

The taunting tone of his voice has your stomach tightening, the small coil of pleasure winding up inside of you with every roll of his hips, every deliberate flick of his finger against your clit. Your head turns to the side, having a clear view of the opening of the alley way, seeing the occasional person walking by. You never thought you’d enjoy the thrill of this as much as you did but the oncoming release you feel is evidence enough that you were thoroughly enjoying yourself.

“C’mon baby, let everyone hear you.” He groans out, a smile gracing his face when he hears the way you instantly do as he says, lewd moans of his name bouncing off the wall as you edge closer to your release. “Good girl.”

Your walls spasm around his cock at the praise, a few more flicks of his finger paired with his length expertly hitting your g spot every time is all it takes for your orgasm to crash over you. Your head falls forward, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan as your mind momentarily blanks, every nerve in your body lighting up as you come undone.

“Oh fuck–“ your moan dies in your throat when your body tenses up, small shocks coursing through you as he continues to roll your clit, enjoying the small twitches your body gives him.

Taehyung gasps when your walls tighten even further around him, his hand retreating from your clit to firmly grasp your hips to continue fucking you through it, seeking his own release now, grunt of pleasure escaping his open mouth and reaching your ears.

“Shit,” the rhythmic pulsing of your pussy is what sends him over, his thrusts getting sloppier until hes surging forward, his cock twitching as he pumps his hot cum inside of you, filling you up to the brim with a sigh of your name.

Your forehead rests against the cold wall as you try to catch your breath, the pounding of your heart can be felt in your ears as you come down. The breathy moans of Taehyung get closer as he tucks his chin over your shoulder, still buried deep inside of you.

“That was...so fucking hot.” He confesses, a wide smile spreading across his face when he feels your body vibrate with laughter.Carefully, he slides out of you, the both of you groaning at the loss of contact.

When Taehyung pulls away and slips his softening length back into his shorts, his eyes stay glued to the way his cum coats your folds, slowly dripping out of you. That was totally unacceptable so he gathers some of it onto his fingers and stuffs it back inside you before he readjusts your underwear to fully cover you, sliding your shorts back up your legs and helping you spin back around, readjusting your top with a grin.

“My legs feel like jello.” You admit when your balance falters, Taehyung having to grip your hips tighter to keep you from toppling over onto the gross floor.

“What can I say, my dicks just that good.”

He dodges the smack he knows is coming, a deep laughing filling the air as he ducks away from you, laughing louder when your horrible aim makes you wobble around.

“Tae!” You whine, an adorable pout on your face when he only laughs some more. Your arms cross over your chest as you stare at him with a slight scowl, “Help me.”

The smile on his face softens as he looks down at you, his hands trailing along your arms to unfold them and gently clasp his fingers around yours. “Of course I’ll help you baby.”

That satisfies you, standing up straighter now that he had a hold of you, “You think we can make it to the car without either of us face planting it?”

His eyes narrow in thought, the odds really weren’t in either of your favor but an idea pops into his mind, the curl of his lips indicating just how evil he was but you miss it, too focused on not catching your wheel on a pebble. Your legs were once again reminiscent of bambi and as much as he acted like he was unaffected, blowing his load in you had made his own legs feel boneless too.

“I mean, if we fall at least we fall together?”

Right, that seemed to be the best outcome but it was fine by you and way better than the two of you staying in this dingy alley way for much longer.

He leads you out of the alley, bending forward to pick up his discarded board before exiting the hiding spot and reentering the real world. It feels like you hadn’t seen the sunlight in ages, your eyesight spotting for a second before you adjusted to the brightness of your surroundings.

Taehyung uses that to his advantage, placing his board back on the floor as he stares at you, not yet noticing that he had let your hand go because the sun was absolutely blinding.

“I’ll race you to the car.” He shouts out, not giving you a moment to respond or argue about it before he hops onto his board and takes off, his foot pushing off the floor in a haste to win.

Your mouth drops open when you see him bolt, your brows furrowing tightly on your forehead, in disbelief that he had abandoned you after claiming he’d help you, “Asshole!” You shout after him, missing the way he smiles when the words reach his ears. With that comes the scraping of your own wheels as you take off after him, a small grimace on your face when you feel the way your ruined underwear sticks to your skin.

Soon enough you’re speeding right past him, your hair flowing behind you and the muscles on your legs flexing from the force of your pushes. Taehyung lets out another loud laugh, a change of position from earlier, this time you had fallen into his trap and everything was going according to plan. With you now a few feet ahead of him Taehyung can freely ogle at your body without a care in the world.

Checkmate.

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fires-of-ninjago · 4 years ago

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Chubby Zane Rights (Continued)

As promised last week, here's my latest continuation to Chubby Zane!

I'm just sorry this one took so long, but as I said last week, I was just bogged-down with work.

Title: Hot Ice

Word Count: 1,478

Pairing(s): Oppositeshipping

Warnings: Fat Shaming, body image, homophobic slurs, implied abuse

Kai downed the rest of his drink as Dareth droned on about one of his many, many exaggerated achievements. Zane looked down at his lemonade as he listened to the story. The more he heard, the more he thought that it sounded just too far-fetched to him. I mean; Dareth, just finding Garmadon’s Helmet of Shadows, and using it to control the stone army like that? Just how could someone get that lucky?!

“...Are you guys even listening?” Dareth asked. Kai gave him one of his signature, cocked-smiles that made everyone instantly believe that he knew exactly what was going on...At least, those who didn’t actually know him, anyway. Zane recognized it as his slightly drunk, but faking focus grins.

“Of course!” Kai said. “Hat falls out of the sky, monster army suddenly obeying your every command, horrifying visions of days yet to come, nightmares of the First Master’s childhood, I hear ya!” Zane perked up at the mention of those last two parts. He normally tuned most of their middle-aged friend’s ramblings out mid-way through, but lately, his boyfriend seemed to be paying closer attention the more he drank. Dareth took a swig of his own drink, and for the first time, Zane realized that it was the same as Kai’s.

“I think you two should slow down?” Zane asked; “Those are your third and fourth whiskey’s tonight.” Kai gave him a side grin as he winked.

“C’mon Zane! We all just got our teaching certs; we’re celebrating!” Zane nodded as he felt the frost crawling along the side of the glass.

“Yeah!” Dareth cheered; “And after all of the- *BUUUURP!*” Zane scrunched his nose as the smell hit him like a steel pipe. Had he been human, then his eyes would definitely be watering at the potent smell of garlic and alcohol. Kai however, was fanning his face.

“Aw, Dareth! How many of those garlic rolls did you eat?!” He said. Their friend gave them an embarrassed chuckle as he leaned back in his chair.

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that guys,” he said as he gave his now plump stomach a pat. “They were just so delicious, I couldn’t help myself!” Wait, what? What did he mean by that? Zane looked down at the empty baskets sitting in front of him as he realized exactly that was.

“But Dareth, one of those was supposed to be for Kai!” The look on the Brown Ninja’s face changed to confusion as he looked down at the remains of the food.

“Huh? But Kai here told me that he wasn’t all that hungry, so he told me to take it.” So that’s what happened; Zane figured something like that was the case, but now that it was out in the open, the Nindroid wasn’t going to let this chance to dive deeper pass by.

“Kai,” he began. When was the last-” The doors to the bar burst open before he could finish the thought. The two of them turned to see a group of bikers standing there.

“Sup, Gerald,” the old man at the head of the group said to the barkeeper. Zane noticed the burn scar on his cheek as he leaned against the bar. “We saw you ‘ere havin’ a party in here and decided to invite ourselves!” They surveyed the bar, grinning as Zane and Kai kept their heads down.

“So who’s this party for anyway?” One of the other bikers; a much younger woman asked as she stepped closer to the bar. “What, is it someone’s birthday? Are one of these widdol’ kiddies finally old enough to be let out of their widdol’ strollers?” Zane could see steam building in his boyfriend’s eyes at how they were taunting the owner, but there was nothing that they could do, especially while Kai was still processing all of the alcohol that he’d drunk.

“Listen guys, I don’t want any trouble,” the bartender said. “But the group I got here tonight...I don’t think-” The lead biker reached across the bar, and grabbed the bartender’s shirt, pulling him close.

“Since when do I care what you think!” The leader asked. Zane was getting ready to jump into action, when Kai decided to slowly stand up.

“Hello Bart,” Nya said in an unusually calm voice. Every alarm in Zane’s head was going off as he recognized that name. Both Zane and Dareth turned to see the two of them standing; the Nindroid felt his power core skip a pulse in fear as he saw the same dark look reflected in the eyes of both siblings. Bart however, seemed to laugh.

“HEY!” He howled as he released the bartender from his grip; “if it isn’t my two favorite kids!” Bart held his arms open, like he was expecting them to run into them.

“Like hell!” Kai shouted; “If you know what’s good for you, then you ‘n your friends will leave.” Zane felt a chill run up his spine as he heard the venom in Kai’s voice. He didn’t know exactly what happened between them, but he knew that it was bad; especially by the way he partially closed his bad eye whenever anyone asked about it.

“Oy! Is that any way ta’ talk to yer foster daddy?” Zane’s eyes went wide as he realized what this was. Kai practically snarled as he readied himself to attack, only for Nya to beat him to the punch. She came out of nowhere; her fists making contact with jaw in the blink of an eye, sending him spinning back as he hit the floor. Nya huffed as she screamed. If it weren’t for the younger woman intercepting her next hit, she would have pummeled him into the tile. Kai however, wasn’t far behind.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!” He shouted, as he jumped into spinjitsu. Flames licked the bar, setting some of the glasses aflame as he barreled towards them. With a look of fear in his eyes, Bart rolled out of the way just in time for Kai’s foot to miss him by a hair. His leather jacket smoked as he hopped to his feet.

“Holy fuck, where da’ hell did ya’ learn that shit?!” He asked. Kai looked like he was about to start foaming at the mouth, when Zane hopped in to put out the small fires from the now flaming drinks.

“Hold up, Jefe,” The woman said, as she staggered out of Nya’s grip. “They’re the fuckin’ ninja!” Zane could see the delight start twisting in Bart’s eyes, as he let out a low, manic laugh.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” He clutched his stomach as he ran out of breath; blood beginning to run down the side of his face from a cut caused by one of the rings that Nya was wearing. “Yer’ shittin’ me!” Zane could feel the rage building in the siblings, as the older man continued.

“Ta think, you two would grow up to be this famous! Maybe there is a place fer ya in my family after all?” He gave Zane a good once-over as well as the gears started grinding behind his eyes.

“An’ you must be that ice ninja,” he started. “Yer a lil chubby, aren’t cha? Well as long as ya’ can fight like Twig and Shit-foot here, ya can join too.” Zane froze as he heard what he said. It had been so long since he’d even thought about it, that he’d stopped trying to hide his weight a long time ago, even if he still chose to wear loose-fitting clothes whenever he could. It was almost faster than the last time, but now Zane saw Kai launch himself forward. If it weren’t for Zane managing to grab one of his arms, then he would have tackled Bart out-right.

“SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH-!” He howled at the top of his lungs. One of the other bikers laughed as they all moved to encircle the trio.

“Haha, aww, look-et how he’s jumping to tubbo’s defence; how cute.” Now Zane was starting to feel the taunts as he struggled to hold-back his boyfriend. It would be so easy to let him go; even his primary programming: Protect the unprotected, was having trouble deciding if he should keep holding Kai back. Just as Zane was about to try and defuse the situation himself, one of the bikers shouted as he was electrocuted.

“KAI, ZANE, NYA! DUCK!” The trio didn’t even think about it; in one felled motion, they all rolled to the ground as Cole came zipping above them, taking down two more of the group. Once they were on the ground, both Kai and Zane jumped up, and with a practiced ease, blew a spray of ice and fire to create a chilly mist. That was when Zane felt his programming make it’s choice: Protect Kai and Nya from the people who hurt them.

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quickspinner · 5 years ago

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Motorcycle Fairy - Part 1

Part 2 | Part 3

Planning on a part 2, but seems like we could all use a little pick me up, so here’s the first half today.

Luka had worked a lot of jobs since he was sixteen, but he had to admit working in the motorcycle shop was one of his favorites. He got to see all the merchandise as it came in, he got to see and occasionally touch bikes he would never be able to afford, and the owner was fairer than most of his employers.

Really, there was only one downside, and it was standing at his elbow right now bitching him out. Lula ignored him, continuing his inventory check.

“You’re only here because the old man knows your mom,” sniped Jean.

Luka raised his eyebrows, but didn’t look up from his clipboard. “You’re only here because he’s your dad,” he observed dryly.

“Kiss my ass, Couffaine.”

“Michel doesn’t pay me near enough for that.”

The bell at the door chimed as someone came in.

“I got this one,” Jean said quickly, taking a step towards the door before Luka had even had a chance to turn around. Jean didn’t make it more than that first step before he jerked back from the hold on his collar.

“Oh no you don’t,” growled Michel, the owner, his bushy eyebrows making an angry V over his nose.

Jean scowled. “Aw, come on, Dad, I took the class, what do you want from me?”

“I want you to not turn into a walking sexual harassment complaint every time a woman walks into this store,” Michel grunted. “That’s not even a woman, it’s an underage girl, and I am not going to subject her to you until you can prove to me you took that training seriously. Couffaine, she’s yours. Don’t talk down to her, understand? That’s a potential lifetime customer right there and you better not lose her.”

“Yeah,” Luka said with a half-smile to himself at his boss’s rather practical approach to equality. “Got it.”

“She probably won’t even buy anything,” Jean grumbled. “No way a girl like that knows anything about bikes.”

Luka ignored the lecture he knew Michel was about to deliver on the issue and walked to the front. He had to hunt about a little bit, the girl wasn’t very tall and she’d disappeared in the racks of gear before he got a good look at her.

He found her at a display of women’s helmets, standing on her tiptoes to look at a particular model. Jean kind of had a point; everything about her screamed sweetness and light, and nothing said biker.

Then again Luka’s sister was every inch the sophisticated model, yet she carried a switchblade that she absolutely knew how to use, so Luka knew better than to judge.

“Something I can help you with?” Luka asked, and the girl yelled and jumped away, flailing. Luka had to act fast to grab a rack of gloves that she nearly knocked over. “Sorry,” he said, straightening the rack. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

The boss was right, she looked a couple of years of years younger than Luka at least, which would make her seventeen or eighteen at most. Maybe younger, she had one of those faces where it was hard to tell. She was cute, with a light dusting of freckles across her nose, sweet blue eyes, and a growing blush as she stared at him.

“I’m sorry! I’m so clumsy!” she gasped, shrinking a little.

“Don’t worry about it,” Luka said with an easy smile. “I’m sorry for scaring you. Is there anything in particular you’re looking for or would you just like to browse in peace?”

“Oh!” she said, straightening and pulling a piece of paper out of her pocket. “Umm, I need a helmet. This one, please. Preferably flat black if you have it. It said on the internet that you carry this brand, so, um…” She held out the note for him shyly and he couldn’t help thinking again that she was awfully cute.

Luka smiled almost involuntarily as he took the note and unfolded it. It had the brand name, model, and even the size on it. “Cool, with this, I can go grab it off the shelf in the back no problem.” He looked up at her, smile growing at her excited face. “You can keep looking around if you want or just meet me at the counter. I’ll be right back.”

Luka went to the stock shelves in the back, unsurprised when Michel popped up next to him. “I don’t think it’s for her,” Luka told him absently as he ran a finger down the row of boxes. “But if she knows someone who rides, maybe she’ll get interested in learning.”

“Hmm,” was all Michel said. He didn’t follow as Luka picked up the right box and walked back out front. She wasn’t standing at the counter. Luka set the box down and turned to look around.

“Miss?” Luka called. There was a yelp and a crash from behind one of the racks. Luka sighed and went in the direction of the noise. He found her on the floor surrounded by boxes of road flares that had been artistically stacked a few minutes ago.

“I’m sorry again,” Luka chuckled, reaching down a hand. “I didn’t think I was that scary,” he teased, eyes twinkling.

“Oh, you’re not scary at all, you’re really nice-looking—I mean, you look nice!!” she sputtered as he grinned. “I’m just naturally jumpy,” she sighed as he helped her get to her feet. “And clumsy. My name’s Marinette by the way.” She looked at the boxes on the ground. “I’m so sorry,” she moaned, putting her hands on her head.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Luka reassured her, squeezing her shoulder. She looked up at him and he smiled kindly. “Happens all the time. I’ll clean it up after we get you checked out. Did you need anything besides the helmet?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Marinette said, tapping a finger to her lower lip thoughtfully. Luka had to look away. “No, that’s it,” she said more certainly. “For now, at least.”

Luka motioned her to go ahead of him, and then riveted his eyes to the ceiling when he caught himself checking her out as she passed him. She might be cute and maybe definitely kind of hot but Michel sent him to be professional. He was sure Jean was watching somewhere and the last thing he needed was to give the guy more ammo to resent him.

Luka followed Marinette to the counter and put it between them, sliding over to the register.

“May I take a look at it?” Marinette asked.

“Of course.” He opened the box from her and let her turn the helmet in her hands. She ran her fingers over the outside thoughtfully, but didn’t try to put it on.

Luka leaned on the counter admiring her concentrating face. “Is this for you or are you picking it up for someone else?” Luka asked.

“Oh, it’s for my grandmother,” she said brightly, reaching into her purse. She held out a picture of a badass-looking grey-haired woman leaning against a red Misurati. Luka took it, looking closer. A rather younger Marinette, her hair in pigtails, was standing on her tiptoes grinning hugely over the bike’s saddle.

“Nice ride,” Luka grinned, returning the picture. “She looks like a cool person.”

“She’s super cool!” Marinette exclaimed brightly. “She’s always going on all these adventures. Last time she went…” Luka leaned his elbows on the counter as she went on. She was more than cute, animated, effervescent and completely captivating as she told him about her grandmother’s travels. The amount of love and pride pouring out from her as she spoke touched him.

“You must be really close,” Luka observed when she paused for breath.

“Oh, well we—I mean she’s gone so often—but when she’s here—and I mean my grandfather never really—you know what, it’s complicated, and I’ve taken up enough of your time, I can’t believe you even listened to me ramble on, I’m so sorry—“

“Please don’t apologize,” Luka smiled, setting the bag with her purchase on the counter. “I really didn’t mind. I’m sorry if what I said upset you. I just meant that I can see you love your grandmother very much.”

“I really do,” Marinette smiled. “She’s coming through town soon on her way to the races in Le Mans. I’m hoping I can get this painted by then.”

Luka raised his eyebrows slightly. “You’re going to get a custom paint job?”

“Yes!” Marinette said, and then hastily. “I mean no. I’m going to do it myself. I already designed the art for it!” She pulled a book out of her bag and flipped through it before showing him a page with a mock up of the helmet she had purchased. The design on the side featured a fairy sending a beam of light from her wand through a prism which fractured the light into a rainbow. Flowers curled artfully around the main design.

“Wow,” was all Luka could say.

“She calls me her little fairy,” Marinette said, touching the fairy silhouette. “I hope she likes it.”

“I’m sure she will,” Luka looked up from the sketch and smiled. “It looks like it’ll be really special.”

Marinette seemed to glow under his praise, as if he was a friend instead of a random stranger. He kind of wished he was. She seemed like a really cool person. For a moment neither of them said anything. A noise from the back brought Luka back to Earth.

“Well, good luck with your gift,” he said. “And I hope you’ll come back if you need anything else. I really wish I could see the finished piece, it sounds awesome.”

“Oh,” Marinette straightened slightly. “Well...I mean if you’re really interested, I could give you my Instagram? That’s where I usually post things I’ve designed.”

“I’d love that,” Luka smiled, grabbing a post-it pad and a pen from beside the register and sliding it over to her. “I’m sure my boss would like to see it, too.”

Marinette beamed at him and his breath caught for a moment.

“See what?”

Luka jumped slightly as Michel loomed over him. “Ah, Marinette here is an artist. She’s planning to do a design on a helmet for her grandmother.”

“I see. Is Luka helping you get what you need?” the big man said gruffly, clearly (to Luka at least) trying to appear as non threatening as possible.

Marinette’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t look at all afraid of the big tattooed shop owner as she turned that blinding smile up again. “Oh, yes, he’s been very helpful, and here I’ve been taking up his time. Thank you so much Luka!”

“My pleasure,” Luka smiled back, handing her the bag. “See you next time.” He watched her until she was out of the door, and wasn’t even aware of his wistful sigh until Michel’s thick hand landed on his shoulder. “Good job, Luka. Not sure if she’ll be back but good customer service is never wasted, especially if she has relatives that ride. If she does come back, she’s yours.”

“Thanks,” Luka said, hiding his smile by looking down at the post-it. He folded it and tucked it in his pocket. “I better go clean up that stuff she knocked down.”

Michel grunted agreement, and Luka got back to work, humming a new melody as he thought about sky blue eyes and a sunshine smile. He ignored Jean’s disgruntled looks easily.

The next time he had an idle moment, Luka leaned on the counter and pulled the post-it out of his pocket and pulled up Marinette’s Instagram. The profile picture was just a logo with a curly monogrammed M, but Marinette was in the first picture, smiling in front of the Eiffel Tower in a striped top and red beret. “Cute. Very French,” Luka commented to himself, and glanced around quickly to make sure he still wasn’t needed. “Wow,” Luka murmured to himself, flicking through the pictures. “These are cool.” He straightened suddenly. “Holy shit, is that Jagged Stone?” He stared at the picture of the rock star with his arm slung around Marinette’s shoulders, pulling a pair of tricolor Eiffel Tower sunglasses down his nose to wink at the camera. Marinette had a silly-looking, but still adorable, grin as she held up two fingers in a V. The caption said she’d designed the sunglasses for the rocker, and Jagged Stone himself (or at least whoever ran his Instagram account) had commented to endorse her. “Wow.” Luka sighed, leaning back on the counter again. “She’s amazing.” Beautiful and sweet and creative...like, crazy talented, wow. He glanced at the door forlornly and sighed. He hoped he got the chance to see her again.

#quickspins #lukanette #i am lukanette trash i admit it #i'll never not know you #meet-cute #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #ml fics #miraculousladybug #miraculous ladybug #motorcycle fairy

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shewritestheblues · 4 years ago

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The Elevator Bae x Chapter 2

Chapter TWO

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

It’s been a little over a week since the last time Phoenix saw Erik on the elevator. Everyday since she found out his name, she would wait at the elevator, hoping that when those big doors slid open, Erik would be waiting on the other side. But for 9 days, nothing. She found herself disappointed every time. She would beat herself up about being disappointed. This man didn’t know her and was probably not thinking about her at all. But, each time, without fail, she still would think about him. Where he was and when she’ll see him again. Regardless if she never saw him again, he definitely inspired some good music.

Phoenix was getting ready for a studio session. Studio sessions were usually a chill environment for Phoenix. She never allowed too many people to be around. To work with her, there was no rowdiness allowed in her sessions. Most people respected that. She was a vibe and her space always reflected that. She had a routine to prepare herself for her sessions. She placed her signature royal blue BEATS headphones on and played her ‘Blue’s Magic’ playlist. As she’s bobbing her head to the beat, eyes closed, her phone buzzes with a text. Her engineering friend, Coby, texted her.

DJ Coby: Hey, what time will be pulling up? Someone’s here to see you.

Phoenix was confused. Who in the hell would be at the studio to see her.

Phoenix: Hey. I’m getting ready now. I should be there around 9. Who there?

Coby responded quickly.

DJ Coby: Sza

Phoenix: Nigga! You lying to me!

DJ Coby: lol dead ass. Hurry up. She said she needs to work with you.

Phoenix: I'm coming!!!

Sza was one of her favorite artists. CTRL was probably the album of her life. She practically ran to her room to get dressed. She changed into a heather grey biker short and T-Shirt set. Those were her favorite fits to wear. Cute but comfortable. Phoenix was all about comfort. Sliding her feet into some rainbow Nike Vapormax. She opted to let her curls just be. She didn’t have time to figure that out. Sza was waiting for her. She couldn’t keep her waiting too long. Placing her BEATS around her neck and grabbing her keys, she books it out the door.

Of course! The elevator is taking forever and a day. Phoenix is tapping her foot, anxious to get to the studio.

DING.

When the doors open, she rushes in. Going to push Ground Level, but it’s already glowing green. She releases a breath that she didn’t even realize she was holding. A weight lifted from her.

“Hey, Phoenix.”

She didn’t even notice that someone else was already in the cabin with her. Turning to see who it is, her heart damn near stopped.

“Hey...Erik.”

His smile made those infamous butterflies find their long lost home in her again. She had been preparing to see him. But, when she’s not even thinking about him, he shows up. Looking damn good at that. Black jeans with rips at the knees, a plain white V neck tee and black and red Jordan 1’s. He flashes that God forsaken smile at her.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile.” he says.

“Yeah. You’ve been missing.”

“You were looking for me?”

Yes, she was. “I didn’t say that.”

“I was looking for you though.”

Her face goes completely red and she couldn’t hide the dorky smile she had if she wanted to. But she didn’t want to.

“Here I am.”

The elevator stops and the doors begin to open. Erik steps forward, standing between the now fully open doors. His body blocks half of the exit out. He holds his hand into the parking garage.

“Ladies first.”

Phoenix starts to walk out when her shoulder brushed against his chest. This man was SOLID! She stops and looks up at him and of course he’s already smiling at her. She playfully shakes her head at him and continues her way out.

“Have a good night, Phoenix.” He dragged her name. Was he doing this on purpose? She stops and turns to him, flashing her own smile.

“You too, Erik.”

Dragging his name they way he did hers. This time, she stood there to see how he would react. He licks his lips slowly like he knew what it would do to her. She watched him closely and her face went blank as she stared at his mouth.

“Don’t make me look for you again.”

“You don’t go missing again.”

They share another smile. Phoenix had reached her limit with him. There was no way that she could let him say anything else to her without jellylegs happening so she turned on her heels and headed to her car. Eriks stood firm in his place, watching her. She started her car and pulled out from her park and as she did, he waved at her. She watched him in her rear view mirror. He waited there until she turned out onto the road.

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Sza was everything Phoenix imagined her to be, plus more. Their session was like two old friends catching up. They meshed well together with their personalities and with the music. Phoenix shared some hooks she wrote and they made nothing short of magic. They both danced around the studio as the two songs they made, played on repeat. Coby recorded them on his Instagram.

“All we make is hits!” he said into the camera.

“We need a pic for the gram.” Sza says to Phoenix.

They pose up and Coby doesn’t fail to make sure they got the right shot.

“Ohhh, we cute.” Phoenix says. “Send that to me now.”

They all chill back onto the large couch in the studio.

“So, girl… who are these hooks about?” Sza ask.

Phoenix looks like a deer caught in the headlights. “Nobody.”

“You giving me this feeling…” Sza sings a line from the hook Phoenix wrote. “Somebody is giving you a feeling, sis.”

“No, no. It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like?” Coby asks.

“It’s just like a crush. Nothing serious at all.”

“Ohhh you got a crush. Who is it?” Sza says pinching at Phoenix’s arm.

“Oh my goodness.” Phoenix covers her blushing face.

“She’s blushing! Who is it?”

“He’s nobody.”

“I have never heard of a nobody making a nigga blush as hard as you blushing right now. Your face looking like a grape tomato.” Coby laughs.

Phoenix cuts her eyes at him, trying so hard to look serious but he’s right. She can’t stop herself from smiling, thinking about her ‘crush’.

“He’s just a guy that lives in my building. We met on the elevator.”

“You got me singing about your elevator bae?”

Phoenix lets out a huge sigh. “I’m not telling y’all nothing else.”

Sza and Coby laugh her off. Coby looks at his phone. “Yo, it’s almost 6am.”

“Damn!”

They wrap up their session. Sza and Phoenix hug and say their goodbyes. Sza gives Phoenix her personal number so they could link again.

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It’s a little after 6am when Phoenix finally gets back home. Parking her car, she drags her body to the elevator, waiting for it to come. When it reaches the parking garage and the doors open, Phoenix comes face to face with her neighbor from a few floors up, Sydney. She’s a beautiful woman that one could consider an ‘Instagirl’. Her body was amazing and she always had a slayed wig. Sydney was never caught without a designer bag. Even this early in the morning, she was sporting a 28in black wig, a PINK tracksuit and chanel bag.

“Good Morning, Philly.”

Ava was usually the only person to call Phoenix the nickname but Phoenix never protested when other called her that. Plus, it was too damn late/early for all of that.

“Morning, Syd.”

Sydney steps out of the elevator. “You had a long night?”

“Yeah. I was in the studio.”

“Damn girl and you’re just getting home?”

Phoenix nods her head. She wasn’t really in the mood to be talking to her. Sydney just kept talking and Phoenix was so caught up in pretending to be listening that the elevator doors closed.

“Shit.” She hits the button hoping the doors would just open but now it was that the cabin is already going up.

“Damn girl, I’m sorry. I’ll wait with you.”

Phoenix rolls her eyes. Her sleepy is now hitting her hard and the last thing she wants to do is listen to Sydney talk.

The elevator took forever coming back down. Phoenix had ran out of patience.

DING.

When the doors open, Erik is standing there with full workout gear on. Seeing him, made Phoenix perk up.

“Morning ladies.”

“Morn--”

“Good Morning, Erik!” Sydney says with enthusiasm, voice powering over Phoenix’s. “You’re about to work out?”

“Yeah.”

“How long are you about to be doing that?”

He shrugs. “Couple hours. Why?”

“You should come through when you’re done?”

That’s it. Phoenix had heard enough. She steps around them and get into the elevator. Hitting her floor number, the doors start to close but not before hearing Erik tell Sydney, “Alright. I’ll let you know.”

She would be lying if she said that didn’t crush her. Her hands instantly became hot and her chest was heavy. The thought of them ‘linking up’ made her pissed. She didn’t think she had a right to be pissed. He was just a crush, not her man. Hell, she didn’t even know the man’s last name.

Finally making it to her apartment, she closed all of the shades. Her apartment has floor to ceiling windows and she wanted all sunlight blocked. Her exhaustion seem to take over her body and she only made it out of her shoes before crashing on her bed and going deep into her sleep.

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When she woke, it was well into the afternoon. A shower melted away all of her tension. Phoenix relaxed herself more with a well needed yoga session in her living room. She had plans to take a few days to herself but first she needed to do some grocery shopping to replace all of her snacks. Phoenix made her way to the store and to the farmers market. Stacking up on all of the food she needed to make her mini staycation at home, a good one.

Her day was going pretty smooth. She hadn’t even thought about the mornings situation with Erik and Sydney. She made her way through the parking garage and luckily she was able to get a spot close to the elevator. Phoenix stacked all of her grocery bags on one arm. She refused to take more than one trip. As she is closing her trunk, the elevator doors open. Looking up, she sees Sydney walking out, smiling and Erik right behind her. She stood back so they wouldn’t see her and she watched as they talked and laughed toward his car. She watched as he opened the passenger door for her and walked around and getting in, himself. She tried to hurry up and make to the elevators before he drove around. But the doors took a bit longer than she expected to open. Erik’s car drove passed her just as she was stepping into the cabin. He stopped by the doors and rolled his window down. Before he could say anything, the elevator doors closed and Phoenix’s stomach dropped to the floor with her bags.

She could feel her anxiety coming through her chest. The negative thoughts rushed her brain before she could even try to stop them. She felt stupid for crushing on a guy like Erik. Phoenix was a very chill, laid back kind of girl. Sydney was the definition of a ‘Girly girl’ and she wasn’t afraid to show off what she had. Phoenix’s brain went a million miles a minute. Of course, she’s his type, she thought.

As she reached her floor, she struggled to gather up the bags that fell to the floor. When the doors opened, her neighbor from across the hall, Mya was waiting.

“I got you, girl.” Mya says. She helped Phoenix with her bags without a second thought.

“Thank You so much.”

“You don’t have to thank me. You know I know the struggle.”

Mya follows Phoenix into her place, dropping the bags off in the kitchen. Phoenix goes through one of the bags, pulling out a Kombucha and giving it to Mya.

“Here. This is my thank you since you won’t let me say it.”

“Now this is something I’ll take. Thanks girl.” Mya smiles and leaves out.

Phoenix leaves her groceries on the counter and sits on her couch. She had to admit her feelings were hurt. She wasn’t fully sure as to why but they were. She sat there for a moment, letting herself process the bullshit as much as she could before turning on some music and putting away her groceries. Just when she thought her mind was free, Yuna x Crush started playing through her speakers.

“Damn God, can you chill? I don’t need this.” She goes to pick up her phone that she left on the couch to change the song and sees that she has a bunch of notifications from her Instagram. She clicks the app and she’s tagged in a pic by Sza. It was the pic they took at the studio with the caption:

So much love for my girl @DJPhoenixBlue. This album is about to be amazing.

HER ALBUM?! To be a producer on Sza’s album would be a huge step for Phoenix. That post made her page blow up. She had gained at least another 1,000 followers. People were showing her so much love on her pics and videos. She clicked back on the picture and commented:

Love you boo! More hits coming soon!

That made her feel so much better. Erik slipped from her mind in that moment. She let the music continue to play through her speaker and she danced around her living room until a phone call paused the music. It was her manager, Alyssa..

“Lyssaaaa, what’s up?”

“Hey, Phoenix. I have some good news.”

Phoenix patiently waits for Alyssa to continue.

“You’ve been requested to DJ at a party next week. The promoters are offering to pay you double your rates.”

“Double? Who is the party for?”

“It’s the grand opening of that new club, X down in Hollywood.”

“Hell yeah! I wanna do it.”

“Okay, great! I’ll let them know. Also, a few labels have been watching you. I’m setting up a meeting for this Friday for you to meet them. This is could be big for you.”

Phoenix is being hit with so much good news that she can’t even contain herself. She’s bouncing on her feet.

“Okay! Just let me know where and what time and I’m there.”

“Cool. I’ll keep you posted. Enjoy your days off.”

Phoenix hung up, squealing. All of her dreams are slowly but surely manifesting right before her eyes. The rest of her evening was spent eating a pizza that she ordered and finally catching up on all of her shows. She sat on her couch, wrapped like a burrito in her weighted blanket, struggling hard to keep her eyes open.

A hand snakes around Phoenix’s waist. She bit her lip at the warmth and released a small moan. She laid her head back onto the large chest behind her. He trailed wet kissed up her shoulder and neck until he reached her cheek. She turned her head to him and he smiled.

“Lay down.” He said.

She followed his orders. His shirtless body stood over her. He snatched her panties off quickly and his head disappeared between her thighs.

Closing her eyes, “Fuck Erik! That’s feels good.”

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 5 years ago

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Off Day: Five

Early snow started flying just as Bucky pulled into Char’s driveway. There wasn’t another car, but it was pretty likely she was parked in her garage. Especially if it was cold out.

Bucky zipped his coat and forced himself out the door. He didn’t want to talk to her. Didn’t want to look at her, but it had to be done. He couldn’t have her coming to your shop and starting shit. That was unacceptable, especially when you wouldn’t even answer his phone calls. Not to the shop or your phone. He sighed and made his way up the porch steps, knocking once before letting himself in.

He didn’t expect what he saw. His first instinct was to leave, but, honestly. When did he ever listen to his instincts. He leaned against the counter and pulled out a pocket knife, just quietly waiting. Some guy had Char bent over the arm of her couch and was plowing into her like he still had another 40 acres of field to go that day.

It wasn’t the most creative dirty talk he’d ever heard. “Oh fuck, uh yeah baby,” in a deep tone of voice that was almost as irritating as baby talk. Over again until he finally lost it. Amature, Bucky decided. Or a pick up artist. Probably both if he had to rely on that game shit.

“You know,” Bucky drawled as he watched the guy shove his now limp dick back in his jeans, “If you’re tryna pass that kid off as mine, it’s probably a good idea not to let me catch you with someone else hitting it raw. Especially when I know I never did.”

“Hey!” the guy said startled, starting towards him pissed.

Bucky caught Char’s eye and smirked, “Calm down, junior. I’m not here for you,” he said, ignoring the probably 19 year old.

“Listen Char,” he said, “You gotta leave Y/N alone. She’s not even interested in me.”

“Bullshit,” Char said.

“Char, seriously. That kid probably isn’t even mine. Even if it is I’ll give you money but. We’re done. I’ve had enough. So either you leave Y/N alone or I’ll let Natasha have you.”

The blonde pouted, “Buckaroo,” she tried.

“No. I mean it,” he said.

“Get the fuck out!” she said after staring at him open-mouthed for a moment. Gearing up for a tantrum.

“Okay,” Bucky said turning, shaking his head. He’d lay odds that wasn’t his kid. If she even was pregnant. But for now, he decided that wasn’t his problem. Until he had DNA test results in his hand, she wasn’t getting anything. Not if she was gonna keep fucking around. Especially not then.

He had one purpose right now, and that was to get back in your good books. Seeing Kaity had been a shock. He’d seen her a few months ago just in passing and she’d looked fine. But today, today had scared him. He was scared for you.

He remembered Kaity from school. Three years older. Popular. A cheerleader. A nice girl. Nice to everyone. You’d been her shadow. Meek and quiet. A weird kid. Kaity was the only person you really talked to. The only person you’d be funny with. Your best friend. It was clear that that was still the case. Kaity had straight walked into a room full of bikers and threatened to shoot someone. She loved you. And it was clear if you were back in town to help take care of her, you loved her too. And you were going to have to be without her.

The thought stabbed at him. Lancing through his heart and twisting as tears prickled at the backs of his eyes. He hated it. He hated that this was happening. After he’d pushed you out of his head, he’d not thought of you much. You were the one that got away and life had to go on. But sometimes. In the dark of his bunk in the army, when he couldn’t sleep. Or now, panting from a nightmare. That’s when he thought of you. Imagined how it could have been.

What it would have been like if he’d not been a pussy. If he’d let himself be soft for you instead of being such a fucking idiot and trying to impress you the way you impress girls like Char that think they’re hard. You didn’t need to be hard. Your whole life was hard.

He pulled into the parking lot of the shop and just sat in his car a long time, watching the snow. He thought back to a day a lot like this one. Early snow, Just before Thanksgiving. It had been a class trip to some farm or something. He and Steve and Clint had been being stupid. Lagging behind and making jokes about mating season for reasons he couldn’t remember. They were 15. It didn’t really matter why.

What he did remember was you. You were back at school with a butterfly suture on your cheek bone and limping a little. Keeping to yourself more than normal. Laying low, Bucky figured. Your dad was in trouble again and your mom was stirring shit up in town. Everyone knew you were living at Kaity’s again and that was the only reason you were on this trip. Or had money to buy a cup of hot cider. What you were drinking right now. Bucky didn’t care about what their guide was saying. He was too busy watching you out of the corner of his eye. Watching the snowfall on your hair. It looked like flowers. And he wanted to kiss away each flake that fell on your nose and cheeks. He’d looked away when you caught him staring. “You okay, Bucky?” you’d asked him.

“Fine,” he said, “Spaced out. Sorry.”

There were so many moments like that. Moments where he’d longed to just touch you. When you were little it was easy. He could play tag with you. Laughing as he chased you over the pea-gravel and grass. If he talked to Steve or Clint too much, the teacher would move his desk next to yours. Because he didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want to bother you when you did your work. You looked so fucking happy doing it. Intently focused.

As he got older though, it got harder. Boys and Girls couldn’t play together and the teacher wouldn’t just move him for being a disruption. You got quieter and he had less reasons to try and talk to you. He started getting taller and getting muscles and girls, all kinds of girls flung themselves at him. He lost sight of you for a little while. But there was always some sense that something was wrong when you weren’t in class that day. And when he lost his virginity at 14 in the janitor's closet of the movie theater where he got his first job, he felt a vague sense of loss. Jeanette was a nice girl. Bubbly. Perky. But she wasn’t you, though it wasn’t, he didn’t realize until he was 17.

Until he was blackout drunk. Until he realized you’d almost been gone forever. What that sense of loss could mean.

Bucky watched the snow on the windshield and hardly noticed when Steve got in the passenger seat.

“You okay, Bucky?” he asked, a little worried.

“Have I always been in love with her?” Bucky asked after a long moment.

“Almost as long as I’ve known you, I think.”

“Why didn’t anyone ever tell me that?”

Steve snorted, “Because you were a cocky little shit. You were a bad boy. You wanted all the girls. Not just that one.”

“Was a bad boy?” Bucky asked, half offended.

“Pretty sure you never were a bad boy. You’ve got marshmallow insides.”

“Fuck you, I’m tough.”

“Sure ya are, Buck,” Steve said, “But are you tough enough to actually go through with this?”

“Go through with what?”

“Getting your girl, you ass clown.”

Bucky turned his head to look at Steve and Steve held up his hand, “Look man, it’s been two decades of low key pining after this one little girl. Either go after her or let it all go.”

“I don't know if I can do either one,” he said letting his head fall back.

“Then you don’t deserve her at all.”

Steve got out of the car and left Bucky to think. Walking back into the shop and trusting Bucky to do the right thing. Trusting him to follow his heart.

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rogue-barnes-16 · 5 years ago

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THE MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF NATASHA ROMANOFF (part IV/?)

Summary: after the too convenient disappearance of Natasha Romanoff, the Avengers —a local biker gang— search for help in the most unexpected place in order to get their friend back. Will it help, or will the situation just get more twisted and dangerous?

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre: angst-ish (biker gang au)

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Warnings: language

A/N: I'm hella tired so this probably got typos I'm sorry babes. Might edit tomorrow, but I'm not sure. 70% sure that I'll end up leaving it like it is. I'm a mess lol, enjoy it loves <3.

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BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I had reached home before Y/n and Clint, probably because the man had decided to go slower and more careful due to Y/n riding with him.

Clint used to be always so protective of her, he still was.

The blond man took the fiery girl under his wing as soon as we both started to date, treating her like a little sister, even if that meant arguing with me or lecturing the shit out of her.

Now Y/n could barely trust Clint anymore, and I had to carry that weight over my shoulders, just like I had been carrying it for the past year.

I lost my train of thought when the roaring engine of Clint's bike got louder and louder, until I was able to see them, seconds before the bike was parked.

She climbed off first, and was closely followed by Clint, who came directly to me, stopping just an instant long enough to spat on my face "next time I'll take her to grab a goddamn coffee, and you'll fuckin' stay here."

After that, he passed by me and walked up the few wooden stairs of my porch to open the main door.

"He's mad." Y/n stated, intentionally slowing her steps right before reaching my side, probably for me to take the cue and fall into step with her.

"Yeah." I replied shortly, walking to the door, left open by Clint. "you both got plenty of reasons to be pissed at me."

I didn't need to look at her to know she was about to say something she needed a second to think of.

"Not really. At least not this time." I steal a side glance at her, just in time to catch a casual shrug accompanied by a peek at my form. "You were just being honest with me, so yeah."

I really didn't know what to reply to that statement, which caught me completely off guard.

"Listen" she kept going as we entered the hall "I'm running on three hours of sleep and a bad coffee, so don't take anything personal." she added jokingly, which surprised me even more.

"I'm running on zero hours of sleep and a bad coffee." I finally responded, taking off my leather jacket to leave it on the coat rack. "So don't worry 'bout that."

She nodded understanding whilst handing me the helmet for me to lay it besides mine. "Did you find anything so far?"

" 'Bout Tasha or 'bout the mole?"

"Both, I guess."

I shook my head no before motioning her to climb upstairs, which she quickly complied, allowing me to follow her.

"Nothin' useful." I answered as we entered the living room, where Sam and Steve were waiting. "Where's Rhodey?"

"Sleepin'." Sam informed us, giving Y/n a quick glance before letting his brown eyes come back to me. "Clint's gone upstairs to get your laptop."

"What're y'all planning on doing with a laptop, Google Natasha's location?" Y/n questioned sarcastically, and when all eyes were on her, she realized what she had just said. "I'm sorry I just... No filters when I'm tired."

Sam shook his head dismissively, throwing himself back to the couch. " 'S okay. We're all in the same mood right now."

"That's great," Y/n nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. "we'll sass the shit out of each other until we pass out." she ran her fingers through her hair. "what you gonna do with the laptop?"

"Us? Nothin'." Steve replied, leaning over and resting his elbows on his thighs. "You're the one who gotta use it."

She frowned, glancing at me before taking off her jacket and throwing it over the chair's backrest. "Care to explain?" she sat down in one of the couches.

"Can you hack Natasha's phone?" Sam requested as Clint entered the room silent with the only goal to leave the laptop over the coffee table.

"I mean-" she knew she could, we all knew that was child's play for her, something she'd do with her eyes closed, but Sam wasn't asking if she was able to do that.

He was asking if she was willing to do that.

Y/n pursed her lips and squinted her eyes, thinking how should she abord it before giving us a reply.

"Yeah... Yeah I can, but it'll take me a while." she finally answered. "it's been months since I did something like this, and I'm hella tired."

"It's fine," Steve assured her "just take your time."

"No, man" Clint retorted, spinning around to face the blond former soldier. "don't tell her that when-- no, alright?" he turned back to Y/n with distress peeking out of his eyes. "you gotta be as fast as possible."

"Barton-" Sam warned him.

"He's right, though, don't sugarcoat it." she interrupted, well aware that we had little time to find our friend, and the more time she took to do this, the lesser possibilities of finding the redhead we had. "If I'm not quick, we're fucked."

I crossed my arms and shared a rather worried look with Steve before letting my eyes travel to Y/n.

"right?" she rhetorically questioned as her eyes got locked with mine for a hot second.

The stressed out look on her face as she stared at me made me desperately want to take some of pressure we have just placed over her, off her shoulders, but I really had no way to do that.

She felt that, I saw it in her eyes just as she looked away.

"Anyways" she cleared her throat and started typing the password she, apparently, still remembered. "Let's..." she made the briefest pause, peeked at me, and then kept talking. "get to it."

I realized too late that I hadn't changed the laptop's home screen yet; that picture of her, becs and me messing around after a fun night at the bar was still there.

I almost felt like I was going to blush.

Just as she stared typing, a phone rang.

"Shit."

Her phone, to be more precise.

She picked it out of her pocket to check who was calling, and suddenly her face somehow dropped when she saw the screen.

"Fuck... Okay, hold on-" she left the laptop back over the coffee table and, getting up, she picked up the call. "Hey."

Silence.

"Yeah, just a 'hey'. What were you expecting, honestly?" She opened her eyes widely and clenched her jaw. "two weeks, no calls. You really don't deserve anything but a 'hey'."

I looked at her confused while the rest of the boys exchanged looks.

She huffed. "yeah well, good mornin' to you." whoever it was, they were making her fume. "listen, it's really not the greatest time for-" she pinched the bridge of her nose. "no-- yeah- yeah now I get to choose when's a good time for this-- Don't 'babe' me 'cause I swear to fucking—" walking to the door, she mouthed a 'gimme a second' to me. "you have 30 seconds, I really don't have time for this— yeah I don't have time for you-- no, don't play the victim here."

READER'S P. O. V.

"Are you serious right now?" my silence as a reply gave him the cue that I wasn't bluffing at all. He had 30 seconds and then I would hang up. "Fuck 'kay listen, I'm sorry or whatever, but I came to your place so I can take you to have a nice breakfast and sort this out, and you're not here and I wanna know why."

I stole a guilty peek at Bucky, whose worried yet confused eyes were laid on my form.

"Your bed's a mess, your clothes are all over the place and-" I could almost see the gears in his head turning just a little bit slower than mine. "did you cheat on me?"

"Why the fuck would I do that?"

"Where are you."

I hesitated for a moment before turning my back to the boys and slightly lowering my voice tone. "I'm at my ex's."

"what the hell do you wan' me to think right now, Y/n?"

"well, not what you're fucking thinking 'cause that's ridiculous as hell." I took a deep breath, regretting my next sentences before they had even left my lips. "a friend's in trouble, alright? I'm helpin'-"

"Your ex. Your helping your fucking ex."

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I approached the door and rested my side against the door frame, silently checking up on her.

She only held up a finger in front of me, signaling me that she needed a little bit more "Listen, babe."

I froze at those two words, and I felt Steve's, Sam's and Clint's eyes on me the moment they caught the pet name.

"You're fucking jealous-- I said what I said- you're jealous, and I don't have forces to put up with this shit." she ran her fingers through her hair. "3 hours. Don't act like you give a damn-- I'm fine- no, you're not picking me up." her hand ran over her face in desperation. "well you waited two fuckin' weeks darling, you can wait a few hours right? Bye."

She sighed as she hang up, throwing her phone back into her pocket.

"everythin' alright?" I questioned in a low tone.

She stayed there for a second, looking at me before nodding. "Yeah, don't worry." she sighed again and passed by me, taking her seat back. " 'Kay guys, I have until lunch to finish, so you better give me whatever I request real quick, alright?"

"Why?" Clint questioned.

"Gotta have lunch with my boyfriend."

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