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bbydoll18xx · 6 months ago

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She's Such a Good Girl (Part 4)

Paige makes you feel so good.

Paige Bueckers x reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Themes: hella smut this is actual filth, little bit of cuteness if you squint

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

A/N: hiii sorry this took so long lol I've gotta stop writing multipart fics because i procrastinate too much but i turned down a date so i could write this so I'll be sad if this flops PLEASE DON'T LET THIS FLOP I'M BEGGING

The tension was palpable, as you sat next to Paige on her couch. Her eye contact was enough to make you want to shrink away, but you held firm, straightening your spine with a determined force. The smirk on her face sent a shudder through your entire body, and the anticipation of Paige’s hands on you made you wet instantaneously.

She reaches out to touch you, her fingertips ghosting across the exposed skin of your upper thigh where your shorts had ridden up. The sensitive skin blooms with goosebumps as she does so, and your head spins at the contact. You were getting drunk on it, and the real deal was yet to actually begin.

Paige chuckles as you let out a puff of air, overwhelmed from how her touch affected you, and you blush.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble. “Know you’re probably used to girls who know what they’re doing.” Your insecurities were coming to a head once more, the reality setting in that books could only prepare you for so much. And as you sat before someone as enigmatic and beguiling as Paige, it was the tiniest bit overwhelming.

Only a tiny bit, of course.

Paige shrugs, her eyes bright with excitement. “Don't be sorry, baby. That's why I’m gonna teach you,” she adds with a wink and a huge grin, and the rolling in your stomach subsides.

Her nonchalance soothes you. She wasn't someone you could hide yourself around, as she beckoned towards your most inner self, pulling it out and appreciating it regardless of anything or anyone.

You nod, eyes still trained downwards at your hands where you were meticulously playing with them, rubbing them in a way that is not unlike Paige’s infamous “rizz hands.” She tuts at this, taking your hands in hers and then using the other to gently lift your chin to meet her eyes.

“If we’re gonna do this, you gotta use your words,” she says, words husky and dripping with a soft dominance that had your insides purring.

“Okay,” you whisper, fighting the urge to look away from the heat of her gaze. The blueness of her eyes was hypnotic, and it was easy to get lost in them.

“That’s my good girl,” she praises, moving her hand from your chin to the side of your neck, holding it in a way that had you holding in a moan, as she stroked the delicate skin with her thumb.

Your heart rate jumps, and Paige can tell, the thumping evident under her thumb, and the pink in your face promptly returns.

“Sounds like someone’s got a praise kink,” she laughs, and you don't bother to even attempt to disagree. Your good girl disposition had stretched beyond just getting good grades and being innocent, and despite your lack of experience, you knew you liked being praised in that way. You preened under any kind of approval; it's just how you were wired.

Paige pulls you into a kiss, and you welcome the distraction. Her lips move against yours, and she sets the perfect tempo. Time slows as your tongues meld together, moans falling from both of your mouths at the sensation. Paige pulls away with one final kiss, lightly biting your swollen bottom lip with finality and dominance that had you swooning.

“Alright,” she begins, still stroking the flesh of your inner thigh. You had moved into her lap during your impromptu makeout session, and she had not protested in the slightest. “Tell me what you wanna try with me.��

You blush again. Having to verbalize to the gorgeous blonde that you did in fact want her to fuck you until you were a withering, moaning mess underneath her was mortifying. Your gaze drops back to your lap before flickering back to Paige’s before she could lightly chastise you.

You bite your lip, trying to find the right words. “I don't know,” you mumble. “Everything?”

Her eyebrows jump in surprise at your boldness.

“Everything, huh?” She teases, her fingers dancing closer and closer to your clothed heat.

“Everything,” you breathe, affirming your statement, trying to avoid squirming in Paige’s lap. The size difference was adding to your arousal, and you feel the wet spot in your undies growing to an embarrassing size.

“How about we go to my bedroom?” Paige asks, and you immediately agree, wanting to somehow get even closer to the blonde. You go to stand up, but before you can do so, she pulls you in, picking you up and carrying you and dumping you on the plush, purple comforter that was thrown on her bed.

You scoot back so you're leaning against the pillows, and your legs are slightly spread. Paige stands at the foot of the bed, admiring you with an intense stare that had you squirming deliciously.

She takes off her shirt and shorts, leaving her in a black sports bra and matching boxers. Her skin was tanned from the summer, and her long, blonde hair was up in a bun. Her abs flashed as she moved towards you, getting on the bed and sitting next to where you were laying.

Your eyes rake over her figure, subconsciously licking your lips as you take her in. She was so gorgeous, and in this moment, she was all yours.

“Have you touched yourself before?” She asks, voice husky with want.

Fuck, this was getting real.

“Yes,” you whisper.

Her next two words have you reeling with arousal and the tiniest bit of anxiety.

“Show me.”

You slowly shed your clothes until you were laid out bare in front of Paige, and she looks you up and down with a fervent stare. Any thoughts of feeling insecure about your body vanish as you meet her gaze, the adoration radiating off of her.

Your hands start at your tits, fingers circling both nipples simultaneously. A slight pinch pulls a low whine from your lips, and you drag a hand down your stomach towards the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Your touch was gentle, but an annoying voice in your head mocked that it was not comparable to Paige’s.

She had ruined everyone else for you, including yourself, and that was even before you were able to experience anyone else. You just knew.

You part your legs, gasping as the cool air hits your drenched pussy, and Paige lets out a similar noise as she sees how wet you are.

“Doin’ so good for me, baby. Keep going,” she urges, and her praise fuels you.

You dip two fingers into your sopping pussy, swirling the arousal around your clit, eliciting another groan at the large swell of pleasure. The build up of everything makes the process quicker than when you were alone, and Paige’s watchful eye adds to the sheer naughtiness. Your pants are coming out now in staccato breaths, pleasure building in the pit of your belly, and your eyes flutter close.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me, baby,” Paige insists, and before you can even think otherwise, you open them once more, looking straight at her. Her dominance is soft, and your desire to gratify her takes over any sense of rational thinking.

Your hips stutter as the orgasm nears closer, but before you could bathe in the glorious pleasure of your orgasm washing over you, Paige pulls your hand away, and you pout in indignation as the tingling fades.

“You really didn't think you were going to make yourself cum tonight, did you?” She questions, cocking her head to the side with a smirk. “Let me make you feel good now, baby.”

You nod, biting your lip, eyelashes fluttering, trying to keep your eyes on Paige’s, but the intimacy of the situation makes you want to close them. You scoot back again, laying down further against the pillows.

Paige takes another moment to look at you, spread out perfectly and innocently before her. You look up at her with doe eyes, and the idea of you being all hers to do whatever she wanted to was nearly intoxicating.

She places a hand on your inner thigh, and goosebumps erupt at her gentle touch. You take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for everything you had been fantasizing about since you first laid eyes on UConn’s star basketball player.

Her hand trails down to your knee, where she then opens your legs, giving her the perfect view of you laid out open just for her.

It was always going to be just for her.

She leans down and presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, nose nearly grazing your sopping pussy, and your stomach lurches dangerously.

Your breath quickens again.

“God, you’re beautiful,” she murmurs, as she travels up to your heaving chest, attaching that sinful mouth to a peaked and very sensitive nipple.

A small moan falls from your lips as you adjust to the new sensation. Pinching your own nipples felt nice, sure, but this was a whole new ballgame. You weren’t sure if this was something you could ever go without again.

Paige continues worshiping you, alternating between soft kisses, tantalizing licks, and sharp bites until you are a squirming mess underneath her.

“You like that?” She asks, and you moan incoherently, unable to verbalize just how much you did in fact like it.

Her kisses travel down your stomach until she has a direct view of your pussy.

“Been waiting to taste you for so long,” she murmurs, and if it weren’t for the sheer anticipation of her eating you out, you think you would have combusted right there on the spot.

Her breath fans against you, feeling warm against the slick that had accumulated. One hand strokes your thigh, while the other anchors your other leg, keeping you from closing them together.

Leaning down, she licks a long line from your weeping hole to your swollen clit, and the line of expletives and moans that follow are like music to Paige’s ears.

You are so vocal, and that turns her on in a way that should be almost concerning to her.

Her tongue swirls around your clit over and over again, and the orgasm that she had denied you was quickly building once more.

And just when you think it could not possibly get any better, Paige utters, “Gonna finger you, too, okay, baby?”

“Fuck, yes please, Paige. Need you,” you whine, eyes nearly shutting at the pleasure.

“So polite,” she chuckles, and she promptly slides a finger into your tight pussy.

The feeling was foreign to you, but you welcomed it, bucking against her hand wantonly.

“Such a good girl,” she praises. “Taking me so well.”

You moan at her words, the combination of the praise and the pleasure was making your head feel fuzzy, and you were simply relishing in it. You could not believe you had waited so long to allow yourself to feel so damn good.

Paige adds a second finger, stretching you out with a scissoring motion, before she curls her fingers, causing even more pleasure to shoot through your belly and float all throughout your body. Your g-spot was something you usually avoided during your impromptu masturbation sessions, and the sensations were otherworldly.

Another long whine leaves your lips, and you squirm. “More, Paige, please, need more,” you pant.

She obliges, adding a third finger. She fucks you while continuing her brutal assault on your throbbing clit, and you feel yourself begin to fall over the edge.

“Gonna cum,” you moan, Paige’s name falling from your lips like a prayer, the words and moans mixing together incomprehensibly.

“Cum for me,” Paige whispers huskily against your pussy, and with a loud string of moans, you fall apart.

Time nearly stops, and you are washed in pleasure. Paige helps ride you through the orgasm, slowing down once your breathing begins to even out. She pulls her fingers out of you, making a show of licking them while keeping intense eye contact with you.

You shudder, pulling her into a kiss, tasting yourself on her lips, and the horniness comes back instantaneously.

“That was incredible,” you whisper shyly, a soft smile on your face.

“Told you,” Paige winks, and you laugh, gently swatting at her.

“So cocky,” you tease. “When’s it my turn?”

She shakes her head. “Dont worry about it. This is about you.”

You pout, bottom lip jutting out. “But I want to learn. And I’ve been dying to taste you, too.”

A faint blush covers her features, and she wags her eyebrows at you. “Been thinkin’ about me, huh?”

“Shut up, Bueckers,” you whine, rolling her eyes. She was so goddamn cocky. And if she was literally anyone else, you would’ve gotten the ick. But she was Paige, and you could not help but be completely enthralled by her.

She quickly gives into you, and you help her take off the remainder of her clothes. It was your turn to gaze upon her, admiring her long, muscular limbs in all their glory.

Leaning down, you capture her lips in another searing kiss before trailing them down her neck and across her breasts. You could feel her heart racing under the tanned skin, and your ego soars. You were the one having this effect on Paige. No one else.

“Tell me if you want me to try something else,” you say, before promptly diving into her soaked pussy. Using what she had done to you as a guide, you begin swirling your tongue against her clit in tight circles. You groan against her, the taste and the downright idea of what you were doing sends jolts back down to your own sex. Similarly, Paige was a moaning mess underneath you.

“Doin’ so good, baby. Just like that,” she pants out, writhing on the bed and trying desperately to not trap your head between her strong thighs.

‘Wouldn't be the worst way to go, though,’ you think earnestly.

Her moans echo through her bedroom, ricocheting off the walls in undeniable proof that you were the one making her feel so good. Wanting to prove yourself even more, you slide two fingers in, curling them up to her g-spot, causing Paige to groan lowly.

The combination of the finger-fucking and the circling of her clit with your hot, wet tongue was efficacious, and soon she’s cumming with a long string of moans and your name on your lips. For a second, you worry that your roommates across the hall would be able to hear it, but you quickly determine that you really don’t give a fuck. Because you were the one making Paige feel like this, and you were pretty damn proud of it.

Letting her catch her breath, you pull out of her, sucking your fingers just as she had done, and sit back next to her against the pillows.

She looks over to you, and with her flushed cheeks and messy hair, you realize how incredibly fucked you are. There was no way you’d be able to go without this, without her, ever again.

“You get an A+ from me,” she deadpans, and you giggle, hiding your face in her neck.

“When’s the next lesson?” You ask, all sense of shyness wiped from your being.

“How about tomorrow? I could show you my strap,” she adds casually.

Your heart jumps. “Fuck yes,” you breathe, already getting excited at the thought.

“It’s a date,” she winks, pulling you in for another kiss. It was going to be a long night.

And you were okay with that.

wellll what do we think??? If you guys want i could do a part 5 but idk i really want to write some strap action lemme know!!

xoxo katy

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suhkusa · 6 months ago

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EGOIST 21.

PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x f!Reader

CW. angst, hurt with maybe some comfort but you really have to squint, some closure, plot

A/N. it's over isn't it isn't it isn't it over

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The team you had signed with gave you about a month to make your move. Which was honestly not a burden, considering they paid for everything. They even paid for your housing and other necessities for when you moved to the states.

A month also gives you enough time to hang out with any of your friends or family.

The week that you accept the job offer, you spend it with your family back in your hometown. Spending 7 days with your loved ones before you left across the globe was bittersweet. It was a jam-packed 7 days, but it was still fun. It felt nostalgic to be in the town you were raised in, seeing many familiar faces and buildings.

You cry when you bid your family goodbye.

“You tell me if you ever need anything, ‘kay?” your sister mumbles into your shoulder, her own tears wetting the material.

All you’re able to respond with is a frantic nod of your head. You crash into your parents’ arms as they whisper words of love and praise into your ears. It all reminds you of when you first left for college. You always were a crybaby, huh?

As you got into your car, you gave them all one last wave before letting the sound of the car ambience fill your ears.

You, for the most part, pay no mind to your surroundings, letting the colors of nature and architecture outside blur into one. Until you come to a stop.

Only catching a peek, you realize you’re stopped right next to your old high school. You catch yourself in the midst of a thought, a thought about a certain someone. You instantly crush that thought and throw it to the back of your mind.

Out of sight, out of mind.

———

The rest of your time before the week of your departure is spent with friends or just relaxing. After all, you’d probably get straight to work when you get settled in your new place.

After procrastinating and putting it off for so long, you finally get to packing. It’s not too hard, since you find yourself to be a minimalist and don’t have too much in the first place. The most packing you had to do was taking apart your computer. Second to that is probably your clothes.

When the day before your flight finally came, you wound up tired and lazy on your couch. Part of you was excited, excited to leave the country for a whole new experience. But on the other hand, this country was your home. You were leaving so many people behind. So many memories. But perhaps the latter was for the better.

You could feel yourself dozing off. Your place was dark as the night took over the city. You quickly input 4 different alarms onto your phone before finding yourself relaxing on the comforter.

Knock, knock.

You chalk it up to your imagination or the fact you’re already half asleep. You ignore it.

Knock, knock, knock.

Realizing it’s definitely not your imagination, you think back if you ordered any last minute items. You didn’t. So maybe it’s a burglar. Or they just got the wrong home.

Knock.

Now you definitely need to call the police, because–

“Y/N, it’s me,”

Your eyes shoot open at the familiar voice. Should you go through with calling the police? You did tell him that you would.

“I know you’re in there, I just– I just need to talk to you one more time before you leave, please,”

You sigh and weigh your options. Did you really want to carry the burden of what the conversation with him might hold all the way to California? Or would this one time be alright? Would you finally get closure and be able to forget about him once and for all?

You’re up and heading for the door when you choose. You open it to a disheveled Atsumu. He had eyebags and his eyes were halfway swollen and it makes you pity him. When he looks up at you, you swear his eyes sparkle a little.

“What do you want, Miya?” you start.

The name makes him flinch a bit, but he continues, “I know you don’t want to see me, but I just need to explain everything to you,”

Did you really want to relive the betrayal he put you through in extreme detail? Nonetheless, you felt bad, you didn’t think ending things with him would affect him this badly. You kick yourself mentally in rejoicing in the fact that you’d make him like this.

With a nod of your head, you move to the side, “Come in,”

When he enters your place, he’s looking around frantically. It’s definitely changed since the last time he was here.

“Already packed, I see,” he comments, “Are you excited?”

You’re confused at his words, but give him a response, “Yep,”

You both find seating in your living room across from each other. “Out with it,” you say.

It takes him a moment. He looks into your eyes, then down, then back up at you once again. His fingers are fidgety as he tries to find the courage and the words.

“I’m sorry,” is what he starts with.

“You gave me a chance and I screwed it up, it’s no one’s fault but my own. I never meant for the picture to get out, I promise to you that I never ever sent it to anyone. I even deleted it,”

“Then how did she get it?” you question, desperate for answers. You loved your job, but that whole incident made it basically impossible for you to return to the team with it being how it used to be.

Your voice catches his attention and causes him to pause for a moment, “I– She admitted to going through my recently deleted. I was never going to do anything with it, I took it out of jealousy,”

“But why? You hated me that day you took the picture. You’ve always hated me,”

“Not always, don’t say that,” his voice is desperate, “I don’t know why, but even before we started talking normally, I’d get jealous of you and Omi. I didn’t like the way seeing the two of you together would make me feel,”

Your silence allows him to continue.

“As for Angie, I don’t talk to her anymore. When she texted me that day when you left, that was the first time I’ve talked to her since the last time I met with her. I’ve been ignoring her texts and calls. I ended things with her because I felt myself getting more attached to you as the days went by, and I felt disgusted when I was with Angie,”

He’s quiet for a moment, and you feel like you should say something. You’re not sure what though.

“Why’d you say she was your cousin? Why couldn’t you have told me the truth there and then?”

“Because things had just gotten good with you, Y/N. At first, I never wanted anything to do with you. I did everything to drive you away, yet you were always on my mind, it drove me insane. And even after all of that, you still gave me the time of day. I felt so lucky that you’d really given me a chance, that I felt like if I fumbled in any way, you’d slip away. It happened anyway though,”

His words sadden you. But you were definitely the stupid one for giving him a chance in the first place.

“From the very beginning, I just wanted to avoid you, Atsumu,” his name causes his eyes to widen, “But then you treated me like shit, just like you did in high school. And I absolutely hated you for it. But then everything began to shift, and it scared me. You became nice and it felt like you really cared about me. Everything changed and I felt myself beginning to like you, and you’d finally apologized to me so it felt like you really regretted everything you did to me,”

“I do regret what I’ve done to you–”

“Let me finish,” he nods in defeat, “So I gave you a chance, and it was fun. I thought it’d be different, that you would be,”

“But no matter what, we reached the outcome I truly wanted to avoid. It was inevitable though, I suppose. Whether I had let you in or not, you were always going to hurt me,”

An awkward silence washes over the both of you. You hardly realized you had started to tear up.

“Even now, I still like you, Atsumu,” you finally admit, “But you’ve hurt me so much, I feel like I’ll never be able to trust anyone ever again. Sometimes it feels like I’ll never even love again,”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” is all he manages.

“Your apologies mean nothing, Atsumu. At the end of the day, what’s done is done, and I don’t think we’ll ever be able to be what we wanted to be,”

He’s crying now, but you don’t move to comfort him. Not when you couldn’t even help yourself.

“I’m moving away tomorrow, away from here, away from you,” you sigh through the tears, “I want to forget everything along with you. I want to be able to live my life without everything reminding me of you,”

“Y/N, please– stay. I’d do anything, just stay,” he’s desperate through his own slowly falling tears. And you can feel it yourself, he’s telling the truth.

“Please don’t,” you cry, his words daunting you, “You need to leave, Atsumu. I’ve heard you out, and you’ve heard me,”

You’re getting up and he’s frozen. You could practically see the thoughts racing through his mind. His eyes close and his head drops before he’s getting up.

“Thank you for everything, Atsumu,” you tell him, words caught between sniffles, “I wish you the best in the future,”

As he walks through the door frame he gives you a solemn look back, “Thank you for everything Y/N, thank you for giving me a chance,”

There’s a pause in time as the two of you look at each other, caught in the moment. You force yourself to shut the door, feeling like if you looked at him any longer, you’d fold all over again. You take a few deep breaths before wiping the tears at your eyes. Walking over to your couch, you resume the position you were in earlier.

You had a long day ahead of you tomorrow, but for some reason you were calm. It felt like the clouds that had surrounded your heart for the past months had finally dissipated. For the first time in a while, it felt like you could breathe clearly. Your mind was finally clear.

As you fell asleep in this place you’ve called home for nearly a year for the last time, you’re finally able to let go of everything.

Goodbye Atsumu.

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r7leee · 29 days ago

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holiday greetings | d.f.

first dom fic to quench the starving fandom 🎀🎀 christmas themed too cause i can’t help it

pairing: dominic fike x fem!reader

summary: dominic’s never been one for christmas. you try to change his mind over and over again

warnings: cursing, literally just tooth-rotting fluff

word count: 2,597, should take about 20 minutes to read

OCTOBER. HALLOWEEN TIME, right? not for you.

well, maybe not exactly. see, you loved halloween; you were a fan of the dressing up, the warm cider, the partying until you couldn’t think straight.

but, you knew one thing, and that was that december was right around the corner. you needed to start preparing because you didn’t come to play.

your boyfriend, dominic, was on the couch, computer on the coffee table just a bit in front of him. meanwhile, you were leaning against the counter, a bag of chips in front of you. it was a couple weeks before a huge, killer halloween party (perks of dating a rockstar), and you were searching for your costume.

this year, you’d agreed to do a matching costume with dominic; a stereotypical angel and devil. you already had a couple things, like the perfect white mini skirt and a flowy top you knew he’d be drooling over. but, of course, you needed the wings, halo, maybe a set of press-ons that were sure to leave scratches on his back that night…

you were scrolling through amazon, crunching on a salty chip when you suddenly saw an ad for a set of earrings. they were all different colors and designs. something you knew dominic’s sister would love. but, just to be sure, you decided to ask him.

“what do you think apple would want for christmas?” you asked, your voice piercing the silence of the room. it was sudden.

your boyfriend took his headphones off, turning to look at you with a puzzled expression.

“christmas?”

“ya,” you replied simply, taking another chip from your bag and crunching on it. the idea to him seemed…too far-fetched.

“that’s like…in forever.”

“i know. doesn’t stop you from telling me what she might want, though.” he looked at you like you just sprouted an extra arm.

“jesus…i don’t know. clothes? jewelry? makeup? she’s not hard to please, you know that.” you really weren’t sure why he was so confused as he was letting on.

“wooooow, someone’s grumpy,” you snickered, ditching the bag of chips to walk to him on the couch. you walked slowly, elegantly before you sat down next to him, leaning against him.

“i’m not,” he protested, defensive. it’s just a little early, don’t you think?” he explained, wrapping an arm around your waist.

you shrugged and hummed. “if you fail to plan, you plan to fail,” you remarked, a slight edge of confidence in your tone. your mind made, you went back to finding your costume and placed the earrings in your cart.

that was the first sign of his displeasure for christmas.

as halloween passed (the party becoming a key memory between you two) and christmas got closer, you could tell he wasn’t exactly…inviting to the new season.

thanksgiving started to approach and you decided to have a friendsgiving at somebody else’s place. you two were on mashed potato duty.

of course, you two had procrastinated until the very last minute, and, of course, dominic would be busy working on a project the first half of thanksgiving day.

apologizing over and over again, he gave you money to buy the things for the mashed potatoes and promised he’d help you as soon as he was done. you smiled, thanked him, and pecked his lips before heading out.

earlier that week, you’d run out of body wash, so instead of heading to the grocery store, you decided to go to target.

big mistake.

like any major chain, instead of waiting until after thanksgiving, they’d already set up their christmas decorations. at this point, you’d already figured out what to get everyone, so looking at more stuff to buy was tempting.

you found yourself getting lost in the wrapping paper and pretty bows and gift bags that by the time you’d come home an hour later, you had three bags full of stuff.

and it was safe to say your boyfriend was’t ecstatic.

as you came into the living area, bags in tow, he sighed. he knew you always had a shopping addiction, but this was a new high.

he walked into the kitchen as you were setting down bags. wrapping his arms around your waist, he mumbled, “whatcha got there, baby?”

his soft breath tickled your neck, making you giggle. “just some…stuff.”

“ya? like what?” in reply, you opened a bag, revealing shiny, green ribbons. his expression immediately dropped.

“oh.” you broke out of his grip, turning to look at him.

“what?” you quirked a brow up. why was he so mad?

“i mean…you got some ribbons? really?”

“ya! can’t have my gifts looking ugly.” he snickered. he didn’t know how serious you were.

“wow. didn’t know i was dating such a perfectionist.”

“oh, but you did.” you leaned your head up, giving him a cocky smirk. he just scoffed, a smile on his face.

“you’re something else,” he said, walking away and back to the living room. “something fucking else…”

thanksgiving eventually passed and finally, december had come, marking the official start of christmas.

december 1st came, and instead of getting some well needed sleep on your day off, you were hauling your synthetic tree from your storage unit.

so, it brought dominic some surprise when he woke up to clanging only to find you wrestling up a tree. yes, it was smaller than average, but you were still having trouble.

“what the fuck…” you heard from the doorway where the bedroom was. when you saw him, he was stood completely still, shirtless in his sweatpants.

“oh. hey. morning,” you greeted before immediately going back to forcing the tree up. after a few seconds of you fighting with it without him making an effort to do anything, you turned to him. “are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help?”

he stood still yet again for a few seconds while you stared at him. “i mean, i can try, just…never put one up before.” he was clearly still tired and a bit startled, wiping the sleep from his eyes. you weren’t happy.

“you’ve never put up a tree before?”

“no.” he shook his head. “i didn’t even have one until you moved in.”

you sighed. “ya, i kinda had a feeling.”

finally, now that the tree was standing, you started to fluff it, pulling the branches apart. you beckoned him over with your hand. “i’ll teach you. come on.”

“do i have to?” again, your head snapped to him.

“do you have to?” you repeated the question. it wasn’t like you were mad, just a little weirded out.

he didn’t reply. “yes, you fucking have to. this is like, basic life skills.” he put his hands up in surrender, a small pout on his face.

“yes, ma’am.” your look of disbelief was replaced with a smile as he walked over to help you.

that definitely wasn’t the last time he showed his distaste.

every time you put on christmas music, he complained, asking “can we pleeeeeease listen to something else?”

no christmas movies were played while he was there. when you would go out to buy presents, you’d ask if he wanted to come, perhaps to get his own stuff. he always said no. it made you wonder if he was even getting anything for anyone at all.

it was all strange.

a couple weeks before christmas, your group of friends and you had decided to drive up to oregon and stay there a couple days. you’d found it was snowing there and you all wanted to celebrate the holiday spirit by getting out of california and into somewhere that actually felt like winter.

the day of the drive approached and your group piled into two cars. you and dominic sat in the back of one, two of your friends in the passenger and driving. the drive would only be about 8 hours, so not horrible.

for the first bit of the drive, your boyfriend was zoned out, messing off on his phone as you leaned on his shoulder. he stayed silent the whole time, occasionally setting his phone down and wrapping a gentle arm around your waist and shutting his eyes.

his energy was depleted, you assumed from the past couple days of him cramming so he had time to take this trip.

and you were mostly right, because after a short nap and some food, he had his normal, charismatic self back. the rest of the drive was filled with blasting music and going a bit too far on the freeway as you all laughed and smoked.

you arrived at the cabins the group booked after a little while longer. they were relatively large, each housing about five people each. when you walked inside, there were two bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a living room. there were also a couple hot tubs and picnic benches outside the cabins, but you assumed that was for the summer.

quickly, your friends determined dominic and you would be rooming together. you plopped your bag on the bed, wanting nothing more than to throw on your pajamas and go to sleep until afternoon the next day.

but, your friends, of course, had other plans.

the whole group of eight was in your cabin within a matter of minutes, taking out bottles of alcohol and plugging in speakers. and very quickly you learned these walls weren’t soundproof.

dominic watched you intently as he unpacked his clothes. your head was under the pillow, trying to block out the noises of laughing and music. he felt bad. he just wanted his sweet girl to get some rest.

as soon as his last shirt was in the dresser, dominic stepped foot in the living room. in the maybe fifteen minutes they’d been there, the room already reeked of booze, cigarette smoke, and reefer. it’s not like he didn’t like this normally, but you were tired. and you came first.

see, if this were a normal situation, he’d ask them to head in the other cabin and he’d be out in a few. but, as he walked out, he could hear the sounds of holiday tunes coming through the speakers. he wanted out.

from your bedroom, you heard your boyfriend shooing them out, saying something along the lines of “my poor girlfriend…she needs her sleep…y’all be out here fucking annoying her…” to which they responded “sorry…you love her too much…it’s not like you to ruin the fun…”

the group trailed out and into the cold night, shutting the door behind them. dominic sighed, the tension from his body letting go. he walked back to the room, shutting the door behind him. he didn’t say a word as he changed into his sleep clothes, shut off the light, then crawled into bed.

there was some kind of unease in the room. something you couldn’t shake.

“thank you. for doing that,” you said, your voice so soft it was almost a whisper. you couldn’t see it, but he smiled.

“ya. of course.”

THE NEXT MORNING, your wake up time was around 11:00 AM. you noticed dominic was asleep next to you, but thankfully, he was a very heavy sleeper, so crawling out of bed would mean nothing to him.

the cabin was cold and empty as you opened the door into the living area. you assumed everyone crashed at the other cabin and it looked very different over there.

you, being hungry and kind, decided to make breakfast for everyone. after rummaging in the bags of food you packed, you found a couple boxes of pancake mix.

you put on some soft music while you worked like a mom about to feed her children.

in the midst of scooping the batter on the pan, you heard the bedroom door jingle. out came dominic, his hair messy and a hoodie and sweatpants on his frame. “morning,” you said with a softness in your tone.

“hi,” he replied. slowly, he made his way to the kitchen to see what you were making. “what’s on the menu, ms.?” you grinned.

“pancakes. maybe some berries if i can find them.” you could hear him hum in approval as you flipped the pancake.

“that’s gonna take a while,” he stated like it was clearly obvious.

“go ahead and make yourself useful, then.” he gave you a little salute before finding another pan and prepping it.

the only sounds in the room were the sizzling of the pancake batter on oil and the music in the back. it was relaxing. until you thought of something “can i ask you something that’ll totally piss you off?” you asked, interrupting the quiet.

“you’re not gonna piss me off,” he reassured. you sighed before asking.

“you don’t like christmas. i know that much. but like…why?” the silence after your question made you scared. “you said i wouldn’t piss you off.”

“no, no, you didn’t,” he quickly let out. “i just…i don’t know.”

“you don’t know?”

“no. i do. i mean…when i was a kid, i didn’t have any big christmases. obviously. so growing older, i just…never saw appeal in it, i guess?” the smile fell from your face at his response.

you knew dominic’s childhood had been rough, but you never suspected it would cause him to lose love for a whole holiday. that made you sad. really, really sad.

after placing more batter on the pan, you walked over to lean against him. “i’m sorry, baby. really. i didn’t know.”

“it’s not your fault. what’s done is done, ya?” he looked at you with a half-smile. it made you smile. you kissed his cheek before going back to flipping pancakes.

once your corral of pancakes was done, you and dominic went to tell the others breakfast was ready.

you threw your jacket and shoes on to make the trek, even if it was just a few yards to the other cabin. dominic joined you, throwing his shoes on as well.

you threw open the door and you were shocked to see the entire ground covered in white powder. it snowed while you were asleep. dominic seemed to be more entranced than you. that’s what growing up in florida does to you, you supposed.

your boyfriend followed you as you walked to the cabin. that’s when you had an idea.

leaning down, you grabbed a clump of snow and packed it together to form a ball. then, when he wasn’t suspecting, you threw it at his torso.

he, in response, turned to you. he looked down at his shirt then back to you. “oh, you’re on.”

before you knew it, the two of you were engaged in a true fight. your hands and body grew cold from the constant snow hitting you. you laughed and ran around, trying to dodge but also hit your target.

you didn’t even notice as all the snow got in your shoes and made your feet wet. you were having too much fun.

little did you know, one of your friends was awake and heard you two screaming and laughing. they grabbed their phone and recorded you two throwing snowballs at each other.

after your shirt was soaked, you yelled, “okay, okay, truce! i’m done, i’m done!” for his first snowball fight ever, dominic had absolutely made a mess of you.

he nodded and motioned for you to come over to him. you were both still laughing as you walked into his embrace. his warm hug was a contrast from the coldness you were currently facing. suddenly, he whispered. “i love you.” it made your heart melt.

“i love you too.”

#you can tell how lazy this got at the end ugh #sorry #anyways first dom fic woooooo!!#dominic fike #dominic fike x reader #reader insert

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kazumiwrites-fanfiction · 1 year ago

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Not-So-Secret Drawings

REQUEST: Hi there, so I've been daydreaming about this for awhile but I absolutely suck at writing so, could i request hcs were the reader is really good at drawing and has been secretly drawing random people on campus whenever they get the chance, but one day reader forgets there sketch pad somewhere and a character (of your choosing) finds it and decides to snoop and finds drawingsof them and people on campus. Just as they finish looking through reader comes (after realizing they forgot it). I hope this makes sense to you, have a nice day/night.

SUMMARY: Your carefully hidden secret is out now. WORD COUNT: 1k

WARNINGS: Riddle, Azul, Floyd, and Vil snooping looking through your drawings, reader is a really good artist, Riddle threatens you (out of love I swear), Azul is uncomfortable by your drawings (not in a bad way- I think), mentions of getting lectured by Azul, Floyd is a ball of chaos, Vil gets no warnings because he's perfect/j A/N: When I tell you that as soon as I saw this I immediately rushed to write two parts before having to stop because I needed to do my summer homework - and then procrastinated the last part (Vil)- Also I know you implied one character but since I'm indecisive I did multiple haha (I'm sorry (but also kind of not because this was fun)) I'm sure you don't suck at writing!! You just get sick of your own writing because it all seems predictable (speaking from experience, I read my work and I'm like "ew?? I need better words" haha) Vil's part is definitely weird because I was like "Fashion Designer!Reader" (probably because some of my friends take fashion/design classes) and I don't know how accurate this is I suck at drawing so I know nothing please don't come at me- Also on a side note, I have a lot of requests right now and since I have a lot of schoolwork I have to do right now, my writing will probably be scattered. Hope you guys understand! (Hope you have a nice day/afternoon/night/etc too!!)

You had always been careful with your drawings. You never wanted another person to look at them. After all, you had been drawing other people - and who knew what they would think?

Sure, they were pretty accurate, but still. It wasn't like the people at Night Raven College knew that you were drawing them. And you didn't want your drawings to get destroyed just because someone in a foul mood found them. Just your luck though, as you had left your sketchbook somewhere. Where did you even misplace it…

Riddle Rosehearts

He had always seen you with your sketchbook, but had assumed it was just for studying.

Likewise, when it popped up during class, he assumed that you were diligently taking notes.

It was almost sad seeing how far from the truth he was in hindsight.

Since he found your sketchbook on the floor (perhaps having fallen from your bag - it was always full, after all), he decided to take it to you. On the way over to Ramshackle Dorm, he flipped through the sketchbook before he paused.

These weren't notes. They were drawings.

And very good ones, at that.

They were so detailed, he thought for an instant that you had magicked them on here somehow (before remembering that you didn't have any magic).

So was this what you could do with some time and diligence?

His mother had never let him draw much so his drawings were mediocore at best (at worst, one would think that a small child had drawn them).

He found himself captivated by the artwork, flipping through the pages, seeing the drawings of various people from the school. Even some of himself…? With more details... It was odd, the small flutter in his chest. Happiness?

He jolted as he heard your voice, asking if that sketchbook in his hands was yours, abruptly slamming the sketchbook shut as if he had been looking at something completely inappropriate. Which, in a way, he might have been?

"Sorry for looking at these without your permission." He got out after a moment, handing it back to you. "You're a really good artist." He paused. "But you shouldn't be drawing in class. If I catch you with this sketchbook out during Trein-sensei's lectures, I'll have your head!"

Azul Ashengrotto

Of course Azul had noticed your drawings. He needed to in order to make sure he knew as much as possible about others so he could scam help them whenever they needed it.

Still, he found it intriguing, so he couldn't help but skim through your drawings. And my, were they amazing.

Until he got to the section where you had drawn him.

Sure, there were drawings of him in regular uniform, some of him in his P.E. uniform (he thought that they weren't really flattering on him, but you made it look good).

But then there were the sections where you had drawn him in mer form.

Of course, you had no idea what his mer form actually looked like (without all the overblotting, which you never got the chance to see clearly anyway) so it was mostly guesswork and using your imagination.

There were ones with long, large tentacles swarming around him.

Some with tentacles that were slender.

Some of them popped out of weird angles, which he was puzzled about, but okay.

My tentacles can't move like that - or can they?

They definitely shouldn't be popping out of his ribs. Wherever did you get that particular idea? It made him uncomfortable just by looking at it.

He was so caught up in examining your drawings and he didn't notice you until you literally snatched the sketchbook from his hands, saying something about how they were private.

"Sorry, [Y/N]-san... But these drawings aren't too accurate, you know."

And that was how you got roped into a three-hour long discussion about the anatomy of octopuses as well as the anatomy of merfolk and how your drawings were terribly inaccurate. (You were just guessing, how were you supposed to know any of this?)

Floyd Leech

Floyd wouldn't even wait until the sketchbook was unattended.

He'd pop out of nowhere, eyes bright, asking what you were doing.

Never mind if it was in the middle of class or not.

You've both gotten scolded about this, he should know better.

Still, one day he caught you by surprise, and the book slipped from your hands.

You muttered a small curse before trying to grab it, but whoops, too late. Floyd had already gotten it and was flipping through the pages.

"Aww, Koebi-chan, you drew me?" His gaze met yours, a wide grin on his face (showing his extremely sharp teeth). "You should've just asked, I would've modeled and stuff for you."

You shook your head slightly. You had wanted to keep this a secret if possible... At least Floyd seemed to be in a fairly good mood. You told him that you wanted to draw people in their natural state, without them posing for the "camera," so to speak.

He looked disappointed, but then immediately asked if you could come to a basketball practice or match or something. Perhaps you'd find it more interesting to draw him there. Or maybe in the ocean?

Vil Schoenheit

He was no stranger to people drawing him. He was famous after all.

He did sometimes get… odd pieces of artwork, but that was to be expected.

Still, he didn't expect to find a sketchbook with him in it, abandoned at an empty seat. Only drawings of him.

It had so happened that you were trying to figure out a good design for clothing. You always wanted to have a face to your designs, and he was the perfect subject.

Maybe your drawings didn't do him justice, but it was interesting to see how you could tweak your designs to fit him better.

Still, Vil was plenty impressed.

These designs... He could definitely see himself wearing them.

Maybe he could show them to one of the people he knew... They could help make something like that. With your permission, of course.

He closed the book as he heard you come up.

"These designs really are fascinating. Would you mind showing me more details? I'm certain that we can turn these drawings into reality if you'd like it."

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beanarie · 2 months ago

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one rough call

@stolemyhheart requested "first time buck comforts tommy after he loses someone on the job in an insane horrifying way since they've started dating (buck's never seen him be this vulnerable before 😊😔)"

tw: fetal death, pregnant person death, seizures

Tommy is a little drunk. Just a little.

His captain brought him into the office, poured him two fingers of whiskey, and repeated the gesture. At least now his hands have stopped shaking.

The patient was talking to them at first. She seemed nice. "Feel like a VIP," she rasped, pained gaze taking in the helicopter.

The husband gave a watery laugh. "Maybe we should name the baby Chopper."

Then she seized. And seized. Next he knew they lost her pulse.

The medic was still doing CPR when Tommy landed on the roof of First Presbyterian, but he could see in her eyes that she was just waiting for someone to tell her to stop. Tommy waited on the roof, the husband's helpless cries echoing in his head, and it wasn't long before the medic returned with a grim expression.

"They don't need us for anything else, right," he asked. The medic shook her head, and got back in the helicopter right after him.

"Needless to say," his captain rumbles, "you're grounded. Can I call you a cab?"

"I got it," Tommy says, taking out his phone. The first address on the Uber app isn't his but Evan's.

Fuck, he doesn't want to be alone.

Before pulling the trigger, he shoots off a quick text. Can I come over?

His answer arrives almost immediately. Yes please. I'm supposed to be cleaning, but I'm just procrastinating. Give me an excuse to not be productive.

It's so mundane he almost smiles.

Evan greets him with a wide, happy grin and a hug that ends too quickly for Tommy to cling.

"Are you hungry?" he asks, long legs all but vaulting him into the kitchen area.

Tommy shakes his head. If he opens his mouth, he doesn't know what will come out.

"I could heat up some of the leftover chili." Evan turns around, getting a good look at him for the first time. His smile dims. "Are you okay?"

Tommy shakes his head again, a burning sensation traveling from his chest to his throat.

"What's happened, Tommy?"

"Pregnant patient," he says, covering his mouth to stifle a sob. "She was barely showing." He watched as they both shook themselves to death. He watched that man lose his entire family. "Coded in the air. They couldn't get her back."

Evan is staring at him.

"Oh, no," Tommy says, looking away. "I'm sorry. I-" Right now it seems so stupid to say he couldn't go back to his empty house. Rough calls are just part of the job.

In three strides, Evan has taken Tommy's face in his hands and enveloped him in his arms. "What can I do?"

"This," Tommy says, squeezing back hard. "This is good."

#bucktommy #911 abc #my writing #things by beanarie #this ended up more cathartic than i expected #working through secondhand trauma via blorbos woo

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thementalshawty · 1 year ago

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PAC Current Energy Theirs Vs Yours, & Progress to each other

So I guess I couldn’t stay away too long I swore this time I was done, but then the ones that I comforted and helped with my readings reached out to me and gave me so much hope and motivation, I couldn’t let go and everyday I fought the need to do a reading on here I swear I did, but I can’t keep fighting against myself right????

This reading is a short reading about your energy and the energy of the person on your mind, whether it be your FS, Next Partner, Crush(I doubt this one but hey there’s always that one). Anyways I’m here to report any of the current energy from the both of you, and to tell you the progress of this relationship whether you’re close to union or not from decks I made if that makes sense.

As you all know this is a general reading and because of that there is no guarantee that everything will resonate with everyone, take what resonated and let the rest slide off to someone else. Also please know that tarot isn’t set in stone, the point of tarot is to bring clarity about a situation, so please understand that you control your life and the cards nor anyone in the world do! Great now choose from these 3 piles and let’s get started!

Emoji 1 :🏳️‍🌈

Emoji 11:😞

Emoji 111:👎🏽 (Don’t Get At Me The Emojis Were Chosen With My Eyes Closed.

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

Pile I:

Them: Their day is coming, I feel like spirit has something special in store for them p1 they seem to be progressing and doing what they need to do. They grey times have cleared, so pile 1 I feel like your person has been going through it, but now they’re starting to see happier times and moments in their lives. They definitely were going through some grey days before. I feel they were fighting depressing moments even at least some of them but now things are starting to look up for them. They are too focused on what’s going to happen tomorrow that they’re missing their shit today. They need to be more present and focused on the now and happening. They need to take accountability for themselves and themselves ONLY! It seems they maybe taking on the weight and responsibility for others and denying their own responsibilities to themselves i feel, and then coming up with excuses “well I’m taking care of so and so, that’s why I’ve been late or to busy or procrastinating.” Nah they need to own up to their shit, and allow others to hold their own weight I feel this person or people who’s weight they’re holding likes it that way and knows what they’re doing 🤷🏽‍♀️. I feel your person also makes excuses for those who weight they carry as well smh! “Well they’re going through a hard time and I’m trying to be there for them.” That kind of yada yada. There’s an amazing moment that spirit is surprising them with I literally said it earlier and that card came out for them! They have got some cool shit in store for them if it’s not happening to them already. Some kind of evolutionary moment for them is happening, skies are clearing, foggy mind is clearing and clarity is sinking in and the sun is about to shine over their heads! Shit is looking great for p1 person. I feel they have been indoors too much for some of your people, they need to get the fucc in public and socialize, I feel like this is a chrysalis moment, they’ve been cocooned and now it’s time for them to fly out into the world. The tiny steps they’re taking right now is leading to big progress for them! They’re making moves and they may not think so because it’s small and tiny steps, I sense this person being kind of hard on themselves. I heard that song by Bob Marley “take it easy, got to take it easy”. This is cos they have so many other people’s burdens on their shoulders. They’re weighed down but I think they may start to take accountability for themselves and stop making excuses for others! (🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽). I see they’re about to meet someone in a non romantic sense at least your person won’t see it as non romantic. They’re being too controlling, they’re trying to know everything, being nosy, digging to deep, not knowing when to back off and allow things to flow. This person sounds like a pushover, control freak, I don’t wanna say a neurotic person but 🤷🏽‍♀️. I also feel like this person is either older than you, more mature than you, has a lot more responsibilities than you do, or if they’re younger or the same age as you they had to grow up hella early started working young probably, Capricorn and Saturn dominance I’m feeling. Very limited mindset but I see it easing up and they’re starting to see a better light. Or they’re about too.

You: There’s some kind of energy against you, whether it be a person, a fear, a situation, etc, there’s someone or something that wants to take you down currently and your guides are letting you know to show no mercy, be a savage and fight for what you deserve, to some of you I heard stand up for yourself so, fucc that person or that thing that’s making you feel taken down! Fucc that! You’re amazing! There’s an upcoming opportunity entering for you, so be on the lookout, it can be the opportunity you’ve been looking for to defeat this opposing energy. I see that some of you have been angry over this, raging out, and your guides want you to laugh off any dumb shit that is happening at this time, you’re better than that and you don’t need to be enveloping that kind of energy, you’re not a sponge for toxicity! Anything that is pissin’ you off, annoying you, or trying to be a nuisance, just laugh that shit off or say that spell I am hearing in my head from Harry Potter (Ridiculous)! Trust me that energy, situation, person is not worth getting angry over! See!!! Whatever fear is in your mind is just that! In your mind! It’s a figment of your imagination this fear, so whatever you’re wanting to do, just do it and do it FEARLESSLY! Some of you guys have taken some big steps and you should be proud of yourself!!! I feel like not everyone in p1 has done these big steps yet. They’re about to. Your guides want you to know, that’s there is magical work in the background, so be very clear at this moment EXACTLY what you want! You guys need a moment of alone time to reflect and check yourself, a mirror moment is needed for you guys right now! See for some of you guys you did overcome the fear that’s been holding you back and for the rest of p1 you are now being informed that what’s been holding you back is fear. I also see that tiny steps were taking by everyone in pile 1 and that your guides want you to know that it’s leading to big progress and again that could be the opportunity to take that big step and face that fear! You need to channel your inner warrior, realize what you want, KNOW WHAT YOU WANT & charge after it fearlessly! Don’t let anything hold you back, whatever fear you have about it isn’t real so try not to think about that.

Progress: I’m seeing that as of right now, more healing is needed for them to progress and continue to the next level. I’m not sure if it’s more healing needed before you two meet or come into union but I’m seeing they need to heal some more, do more reflection and inner healing, I’m hearing acceptance. Some of you guys are on a karmic soulmate journey with this person so some of you asked about a crush or next partner most likely even tho FS’s can be karmic partners too. You guys right now are both going through some kind of lessons and ascending period right now, which can explain some of the drama, troubles and challenges you’ve been facing lately. For some of you they’ve seen you in real life, not in person yet tho, so this may be your FS or next partner, def not crush well unless you’re crushing on your next partner or FS and you’ve seen them before they’ve seen you. They’re having a hard time letting go of their past, whether it be a relationship or something, I’m feeling like those are the grey clouds in their lives. Your guides are letting you know to give them time. You guys are leveling up, so whilst your person may have a hard time during this ascension period, you pile one or at least most of you will be leveling up and ascending through. Right now you and your person are aligned right now and telepathically communicating, pay attention for any messages from them each time. I feel like this is for you pile one but it can also be your person someone is being too controlling when it comes to this relationship, you need to allow things to progress naturally. Don’t force it or worry, just flow, let things progress as they should with this person.

Them:

You:

😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞

Pile II

Them: They’ve got manifestations of abundance and success arriving to them now. I feel this person has been hella focused on getting they paper up and really been hella career focused and now it’s starting to pay off, they’re beginning to see some abundance and pay back for all their hard work, or they’re about too. They’re bettering a golden era of their life right now, they may even have an actual glow! Your person is going through a fucking glow up physically too, they may even look better or start to take better care of themselves, afford better self care products. They’re unsure of someone they feel a connection with, not sure if it’s you, but they have someone in their mind already, and that person likes them too, so maybe this is a crush for some of you????? Either way maybe you should go for it! They’re curious to know if they share a connection with someone in their minds & yes they do! They are doubting their abilities, not having enough belief in themselves and that’s been causing shit for them, they are struggling or coming to an end of that struggle and the majority of that struggle in my opinion is because they didn’t believe in themselves. They need to find a way to mellow out. If they 💨 they need to, or they need to meditate and just find a way to distract themselves, I feel they are in their head about shit. They got angels watching over them, protecting and guiding them! They really just need to trust themselves, this is a big issue in their current situation. They have healed a major trauma wound, they maybe weren’t ready to, or was surprised too? It could be fresh and so they’re learning how to stand without it, that shit is hard. They need to take accountability for their lives and don’t make excuses for anyone who isn’t handling their business, I feel like this person has a lot on their plate, I’m hearing pressure, maybe to be the best??? They’re about to meet someone new in a non romantic way (like pile 1) I feel like the person in your mind needs some shoulder to cry on, I’m getting helpful people coming in for them now. They’re confusing little or slow movement as no movement and their guides want them to stop discrediting their movement! They need to be more grateful and look around at what they have! Believe in themselves. They may have very low self esteem.

You: There’s a snake amongst you, p2, you need to move cautiously at this time. I feel like this snake is coming in the form of a friend, or is already there and embedded into your lives. You guys are too focused on the future and what’s going to happen, what’s coming, you need to be focused on what’s happening now, what’s going on in the moment, presently, those need to be your points of focus. Some of you guys fell back into old ways, habits shit even with older people and your guides are telling you to snap it the fuck out and get it together! A new chapter has begun for you guys pile 2 I’m hearing some but I wanna say it’s for all of pile 2 so maybe like pile one some of you guys aren’t there yet but I feel a bigger amount of p2 is there unlike p1 only a few has ascended or about to currently. You guys have manifestations of love progressing to you! So whatever manifesting that you guys are going to bring love into your lives is working and making it’s way to you! There’s something or someone that’s not for you and your guides want you to let that shit go and again that could be the snake around you that will reveal itself. With the love manifestations I feel like someone is manifesting a special relationship or person they’re coming I feel like if you’re trying it manifest a specific person, some of you it’s happening others will need to realize it’s not for them and let it go, this can be for people asking about crushes too I feel, like they’re not for you. Some grey times have cleared up for you pile 2 is about too, I feel like this was a time of confusion and fogginess for you p2, I feel you may have had something you wanted to do or an opportunity to make a certain love but you weren’t quite sure if it was the right move and you didn’t wanna look wrong or bad, or stupid. Pile 2 you’re so worried about the future that you’re kissing signs right now!!! You’re being sent signs but you’re missing them I feel cos you’re focused on shit you’re not meant to be focused on right now. A goal of yours was achieved in some way, it doesn’t have to be a huge goal it can be anything as simple as you decided to make your bed and you did! Shit committing to any tasks big or small is worth a sliver of pride! You will need to impress someone, maybe some of you had job interviews I’m hearing something about admittance?? Maybe school?? Idk but I feel like you guys will need to impress someone and spirits advice, keep them laughing.

Progress: Like p1 I see that your person is also having a hard time letting go of the past but I feel like instead of a person it’s habits and ways they’re not letting go of (old habits die hard, I heard that). Just give them time. Their fears, egos, & insecurities are shutting you out right now, so they’re not receiving any messages or signs from you right now. They’re starting to dream about you consistently and often, some vivid some not. Someone else is keeping you away from this person, I feel like this can be the snake! I also feel like it can be fears and insecurities and for those asking about a FS with a crush on the mind I feel the crush is blocking you from the FS, you think they’re the same person but they’re not. Some of your person(s), just started to dream about your energy. I feel your union is delayed or has been delayed or paused due to some karmic debts or some lessons that need to be learned and cycles that need to be cleared, this connection is destined for some of. This person is denial of your connection and it’s due to fears and insecurities. You both are going through a collective transformation, at the same time, so gear up!

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Pile III

Them: They’re about to receive recognition of some kind, maybe they get a new hairstyle, or outfit people take notice too, a reward or accolade from their work, or even familial praise, I see them getting recognition and complimented from that recognition. They’re too focused on work and career they need to redirect their energy just to something else, they are too worried about making the next move or catching that next dollar and it’s blinding them to something that they may need. They are so afraid to touch their money I feel like they are afraid of being broke and having no money, I am seeing their guides telling them to spoil themselves and buy the shit that they’ve been wanting. Classic case of workaholic mentality. They probably grew up in poverty not having the things they want and decided to never live like that again and they work non stop they don’t STOP! smell the flowers I’m hearing they need to do but won’t. They need to trade in their anger and laugh someone or something stupid has been pissing them off and they’re being advised to laugh off that dumb shit cos it doesn’t serve them. They’re about to be smiling more, I feel a lot of the pressure on them will ease up or they will start to feel that ease. They need to learn how to let loose and kick back, they need to enjoy some kid time like pile 1 I feel like this person also had to face adulthood and responsibilities very early on in their lives. They are being urged to find a way to entertain themselves, having a movie night is being suggested by their guides. They’re not trying to hear that shit tho, I feel like they’ve been told by others to slow down and be calm to enjoy some relaxation and I’m hearing they had a trauma response to it, they need to stop being so damn defensive and learn how to interpret what’s being told to them, I feel like again they fought tooth and nail for what they had and they were underestimated, I feel like one of them is a woman because I’m feeling pulled to say her, so whoever is asking about this woman she is being overly defensive right now about slowing down from work, she may have had to go without for a while and again she promised herself she never would. They will need to make an important choice, it will determine whether they go forward or backwards at this time. They’re dark cloud thinking right now, got their head in dark clouds thinking the worst and feeling like shit. What they don’t realize is that they’re actually into their ascension and progression they just need to keep going and get their heads out of dark clouds.

You: It’s time for you to go inwards p3 it seems like all the readers their energy is about self reflection! You guys need it! I feel like with you since it’s not mentioning reflection there’s something that you need to find on the inside of your mind or heart that you need to go searching for that’s what I honestly feel. Some of you are still tripping over the past your guides want you to know Fucc all that shit in the past it’s behind you know and you’re way beyond it. You need to get real with yourself! It seems that you’re running away from your own emotions and you need to face that, so some of you do need that reflection! I don’t feel like it’s all of you necessarily because we all need to reflect but this is seeming like some shadow work that’s needed for some of you p3. You made a wrong turn p3 and caused some kind of delay, so if you have been going through a pause moment it could’ve have been due to a decision that was made when you weren’t in the best mindset? Some of you here in p3 are tarot readers and you have gotten some advice to take a break from tarot, I’m hearing that you’re about to have a message or something sent to you but you may be too nosy about what it is? Or doing too many readings draining all of your energy to do whatever is coming your way? I’m guessing spirit wants you to chill and relax your third eye and for some of you I heard “us too!” Your guides want a break. You have overcome a fear that had been holding you back so it’s free to do if you choose to. The path is open and ready for you to walk it, you just need to take that first step! There’s something or someone that has failed you in the past that will be coming for a second chance of they’re not there already, and your guides want you to deny deny deny that shit! Do NOT let anything or anyone from the part back into your life at this time, since this is the MercuryRx I do know exes and past lovers like to pop back up for you guys leave it alone! Just like your person I feel you about to receive some kind of recognition, it can even be from this person you’re inquiring about. I’m feeling it’s from a person other than work but then again, it can be a person from work. Whatever grey times you were or are facing cleared up or is about to clear up really soon, keep holding on the storm is almost over! ANY OPPS OF ANY KIND! Show them NO MERCY! I feel like the past is going to try and sneak back into your life and you need to say fuck that and stomp it out p3 you’re not going to let any bullshit stop your progress anymore!

Progress: Just a little but needs to be done before you guys can meet or come into union, right now I feel like you’re both tying up loose ends (this is the pile closes to meeting or union)! For some of you, I feel like this is your twin flame, for others I feel there’s a connection where you two trigger and mirror each other, but not as intensely as twin flames. Someone else is blocking them from you, I’m not sure if it’s an ex or a new person but I do feel like there’s someone in the way of your connection right now. Some of you could’ve met them already but don’t remember meeting this person. They’re going through it right now, being tested and ascending from their last position. Going through lessons and karmic cycles. Union is happening in divine timing so there’s no timing I can give you besides when the time is right. You’ll come together which I feel isn’t very long tho. You guys both need to focus on yourselves cos that’ll usher in union, you both learning how to value yourselves knowing you both deserve a union as great as this one, this connection seems to be the most spiritual. They’re dreaming about you vividly but they can’t remember it’s cos they’re going through so much, and I feel like the divine feminine (regardless of gender identity) was the woman or the energy I was talking about earlier, along with most of your person of interest especially twin flames. You astral travel to them and they can’t remember and I don’t think you can either, you will when you meet and you’ll meet in due time, just focus on yourselves.

Them:

WELL THATS THAT! It felt good to be back doing readings it feels right and to the ones that motivated me to do it, it’s for y’all!! Enjoy! I hope it resonated and it brightened your day and gave you some clarity! Here’s to new ass energy!

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athena-swords · 1 year ago

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🎊 Gifts for our NEW YEAR 🎊

PAC

Disclaimer: people I am doing this in all seriousness and all and no it's not for entertainment purposes but ya collective readings so take what resonates

Pile 1. Pile2.

Pile 3. Pile4.

Pile 1❄️❄️🤍

We keep this love in photographs, so if you wanna buy cameras or just capture moments please go ahead and buy it it will give you lots of joy pile 1 new year could be looking as just any new year coming but you know that things are gonna change and maybe the people you are close with now will have to move and you too to other places so cherish this moments.Are you all joining colleges??or like your graduation is being done anyway congrats wishing you absolutely the best .

Maybe you will take the road less taken which will have its own uncertainty but for sure it's gonna be so worth it ,okay first of all whatever type of exams or test you are planning for they gonna give you your desired or expected results and you could be seeing true faces of your close mates and if you feel that you get easily evil eye or affected by others energies don't worry your guides are there to protect you ,this year you could have on issue in financial matter you are being in open to receive energy I see a energetic shit around you and you actually coming into limelight (attention song being played)you definitely should check your solar return chart could bein fire asc sign ok

And I am seeing or more of sensing lot's of puppy love energy so ya talking stages could happen and you ending up liking someone all over just enjoy your "up in the poppy hills" movie vibe so here comes the end of a eventful year wishing you all the best guys take care 💓

Oracle cards: Give it sometime approx 3 to 4 months,the more you live the less you worry,luck is in your favour,My gurl is the prettiest,Be careful with the people you choose

Please comment on your 2024 wishes and reblog means alot

Pile 2❤️‍🩹🥀

Some of you could be getting married or just getting your"THE ONE" for you if you wanted to meet your soul tribe and have been manifesting some wholesome human bond well I am pleased to tell you , you're making some lifetime connections this year , lots of self care products buying specifically perfumes and scented products if 2023 has been the pain the upcoming one will heal all those wounds and the word hork you thought no one saw wanna check some parts of pile 1?? I would recommend there could be a message for you there

Look you need to stop procrastinating!!!like if we wand our desires to turn into reality we need to put some action okkk and studyyyyy like when you study just put your focus on it if need then gurl you have to read it again n ugh that's more tiring.being more organised and balance is always a gift for you this year and a quote for you is "sometimes rejection is protection in disguise"so just jio lol even if it's your lala world I just said a paradox bit don't come to me fantasy and reality just need a little balance and we are good with it.

If you love gloomy weather then congrats you could experience it alot this year.I think you tend to underestimate your intuition and when it turns out right you regret so this year all about working on this and believing ourselves more then others 💗💗

Oracle cards: make a priority list,oh lala it's a love story, it's a yes, please zindagi jiyo baba...,study remember it's "you reap what you sow".

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Pile 3📸🦋

My Roman Empire is..... Idk lol.So travels travels and lots of travels in the list 😸 are you planning to fulfill your bucket list or something kya pile 3 anyway you could start talking again with a dear one with whom you could have stopped interacting or cut ties.Having a reunion of some kind being on backpack this could be the highlight of your year sudden plans being made you shifting family dynamics being changed

You again starting to learn alottt like an instrument, occult knowledge,your ancestors, about the world human body and many moreee.Having watermelon with closed ones on a beach or family farm haa such a vibe and keeping your room clean so it does not look like a messy place

Honestly I don't want to touch this past but somewhere along the line if you started feeling that it's hard uk to be happy like genuinely feel so content of life and kinda just at the starting stage of depression well this year is gonna prove your fact so wrong love muah muah have my love ok💓💓

On a side note your Cooking is good please try more

Oracle cards: Are you pretending love,the fingers create magic , living life king size , friends are the bigger enemy.

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Pile 4🪴🦓

Headache ahh you could be having them a bit this year ya but but it's because of all the packed schedule you need to get done with which you will be doing for not overthinking about "this" situation of yours someone from past could come back now it's upto you what you will do with them (it seems romantic connection btw).

Do you put this "I don't care" attitude I see you gotta change this one as there will be things you have to be responsible for alot this year.Emotionally you could be working on yourself listening to podcasts and actually making opinions of yours not just blindly following whatever is being said .you confused about something?? honestly sameee sorry for this just that your biggest gift could be knowing yourself more and handling just how you show yourself to the world

Oracle cards: posh lifestyle,lose yourself a little bit, it's not worth it,it worth trying,you know the answer

Please comment on your 2024 wishes and reblog means alot

Wishing you all a very happy New year 🧿🧿🤍

Pls message me my ishman fam i need someone to talk about them 🤌🤌

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 1 year ago

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pt XI good omens season 1 finale I'M SORRY THIS IS LATE, I WAS READING FANFIC.

How is this a title I'm now forced to write. Yes, I know it's been a week since I finished episode 6 with you maggots. And today is the day we start season 2. However, I, the Official Good Omens Mascot, procrastinated writing part XI, because I was reading too much good omens fanfiction. Yesterday I do believe I was reading till 3 in the morning. Thanks guys.

Season 1 finale, or whatever I can figure out with my records of the watch along chat, at least. WAHOO.

[EDIT: I'm back at the intro after finishing this post, and I realised this is a very long summary, because most of it is me yelling at you guys. As I typed it I started reliving my rage of last week. Read on if you dare, yes the post is long, and yes the second half is in all caps. THIS TOOK EMOTION. YOU GUYS BETTER REBLOG IT INSTEAD OF LIKING IT SILENTLY WHILE LAUGHING AT MY PAIN. I WANT MY RAGE EVERYWHERE ON TUMBLR.]

Someone puts a message about how Crowley can no longer sense Aziraphale's presence, and again for some reason covers it with black. My reaction is of course horrified, and then everyone tells me to STOP CLICKING THE SPOILERS, ASMI.

So that's what that was. I realise this out loud, and everyone is ready to cry with exasperation. I explain to them very reasonably that while I don't read every message on the watch-along chat, every time there is a black message I assume it's important and I click on all of them to reveal the text.

Realising the spoiler function has backfired, as most things do with me, the chat sighs and everyone goes for a break. Then someone puts another blacked out message about the bookshop, and I react to that, leading to another blacked out message which simply says STOP CLICKING THE BLACK.

Oops, I already forgot. THE SPOILERS ARE JUST TOO CLICKY. CLICK CLICK CLICK. I HAVE TO CLICK ALL OF THEM.

Someone says I forgive you, Asmi. I reply with Don't bother, which leads to tears and threats to stab me. The chat maggots give up and we start episode 6.

There is a random flashforward. I don't understand what is happening, but then again, I never do.

Back at the airfield. Crowley walks in, recognises their hubby instantly, and takes charge sexily. Then the Bentley bursts into flames.

Crowley is heartbroken. No one comforts them. When I point this out (read, YELL IT AT THE CHAT IN DEVASTATION) someone tells me that this is how it always is.

APPARENTLY DAVID WAS TOLD TO THINK ABOUT THE TARDIS EXPLODING IN THAT MOMENT. I HATE THAT I KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS.

Crowley needs all the therapy. Someone says kinder fanfic authors give it to him. LIES, I point out, FIRST THEY GIVE HIM EVEN MORE REASON FOR THERAPY. THEN GIVE HIM THERAPY.

Everyone is yelling about a fanfic called demonology while Adam the Antichrist feels so weird at Aziraphale being inside someone that's not Crowley that he separates them in the First Bigeneration style. Doctor Who is inspired.

Aziraphale like the babygirl he is, tries to girlboss his way through the situation by making Crowley murder the kid.

Pepper FUCKING STABS WAR IN THE NAME OF FEMINISM WITH THE SWORD OF EDEN AND THEN OTHER TWO KIDS END THE OTHER HORSEPERSONS IN THE NAME OF HOMECOOKED MEALS AND ECOFRIENDLINESS AND WHAT THE FUCK THESE KIDS ARE TWELVE WHAT PERCY JACKSON LEVEL OF BADASSERY-

Crowley and Aziraphale give a half-assed attempt at a father-son (gn) talk with the Antichrist as the world is ending. It is a terrible contribution to saving the world. The Antichrist thankfully has inherent common sense, because he wasn't raised by them.

Aziraphale tries to overshare his and Crowley's meetcute and has to be shushed by an embarrassed Crowley who is trying to keep them alive.

Satan is supposed to arrive. I mistakenly assume Gabriel is actually Satan. Which pleases a lot of people.

Gabriel and Beezlebub talk and blame Crowley and Aziraphale (who contributed exactly JACK SHIT to averting the apocalypse).

I kind of ship Gabriel and Beezlebub after seeing them interact for 30 seconds, which for some fucking reason leads to a lot of reactions and yelling. I want them to be together. Which leads to more yelling. PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS NOT ACTUALLY CANON?

Satan arrives. Antichrist disowns him. Through the power of Manifestation, Law of Attraction and Positive Thinking, Adam is now no longer the Antichrist, Satan leaves, none of this happened and the BENTLEY AND BOOKSHOP ARE SAVED.

NO ONE IS FUCKING HUGGING CROWLEY. I'M GOING TO STAB A BITCH.

There is the bus stop scene Crowley asks Aziraphale to move in with him and they hold hands I DON'T FUCKING KNOW BY NOW THE CHAT HAS DESCENDED INTO CHAOS I'VE LOST MY BRAINCELLS.

ICE CREAM DATE AND SUDDEN INVASION AND I'M WATCHING THE ACTING AND I'M LIKE HANG ON A SECOND SOMETHING IS OFF AND I ASK SUDDENLY IF THEY SWITCHED.

THAT'S RIGHT, I ASK IF THEY SWITCHED. I KNEW THERE WAS A SWITCH AND I THOUGHT IT WAS MIDWAY THROUGH SEASON 2. BUT THE SIGNS ARE TOO MANY HERE. EVERYONE IS NOW YELLING AND PEOPLE KEEP IGNORING ME.

ALL THE ACTING IS FLIPPED I'M NOT BLIND YOU FUCKERS. AZIRAPHALE'S FACE IS DOING CROWLEY'S COULDNT-CARE-LESS EXPRESSION AND HE'S QUESTIONING HEAVEN AND CROWLEY'S TALKING HAS LESS CONSONANTS THAN USUAL AND NO CROWLEY SASS MORE AZIRAPHALE SASS IT'S THE SAME BACKGROUND AS THE NOSE-SCRUNCH SCENE AND SURELY THAT WAS AZIRAPHALE RIGHT.

EVERYONE KEEPS TELLING ME TO WAIT AND SEE. I KEEP YELLING THAT THEY MUST HAVE SWITCHED.

SOMEONE SAYS I'M EITHER A MADMAN OR A GENIUS. I TELL THEM I'M BOTH BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT DID THEY FUCKING SWITCH.

I'M NOW QUESTIONING MYSELF BECAUSE EVERYONE ISN'T LYING BUT THEY'RE MAKING ME QUESTION MY REALITY SO THE CLASSIC GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSSING.

I'M YELLING ABOUT HOW ONLY AZIRAPHALE WOULD BE POLITE ABOUT JACKETS AND SURVIVE HOLY WATER. EVERYONE IS LAUGHING AT ME. I'M NOW 60% SURE I'M WRONG.

PEOPLE KEEP YELLING WAIT AND SEE AND TALKING ABOUT SADIE AND DOTTIE I HATE IT HERE.

CROWLEY IS IN HEAVEN THAT WAS HIS DISMISSIVE LOOK I'M NOW 90% SURE I'M RIGHT. I'M YELLING ABOUT IT.

ADAM LEAVES THE GARDEN IN A METAPHOR AND THEN AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY SWITCHED BACK. THEY SWITCHED BACK. I WAS FUCKING RIGHT. I AM LIVID. I AM YELLING.

IT'S VERY EMOTIONAL AND NIGHTINGALES AND THEY TOAST THE WORLD AND I'M VERY EMOTIONAL BUT I'M COPING BY THREATENING MURDER BECAUSE I WAS FUCKING RIGHT.

THE END.

SEE YOU GUYS TODAY AT SEASON 2 I GUESS GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

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thecherrytarot · 1 year ago

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

what do you need to let go of?

pile 1 → pile 2 → pile 3

Pick the photo you feel the most drawn to and please remember that this is a general reading so take what resonates!!

listen to: chamber of reflection by Mac DeMarco.

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏:

"No use looking out, it's within that brings that lonely feeling. understand that when you leave here, you'll be clear among the better men"

You need to let go of your fear of failure and accept the fact that mistakes are meant to teach you lessons the hard way. You need to let go of your limiting beliefs that were actually set by others for you. I'm getting the message that some of you want to move out of your house because you want to explore and learn more about this world but feel like your potential is being wasted by being stuck in your known surroundings. For some of you, this could be an overly protective parent figure who refuses to let you grow up (I hope this makes sense and doesn't sound too weird) and because of this you are stuck in a dilemma where you feel suffocated by the lack of freedom but at the same time, you doubt if you could achieve your dreams. Going back to the "being stuck in your surroundings" part, some of you might have even pretended to someone else to fit in just so you don't feel lonely and left out but I feel like the majority of you stopped this cause you realized that you were losing your true self to fit in with people who don't really care that much about you, just the person you pretended to be.

You need to let go of your habit of procrastination because you are afraid of the result. You are not only afraid of failing but also afraid of succeding and dealing with new, unknown experiences. You may feel like you are trapped in a situation which is beyond your control but deep down within you, you do know that you have the freedom to do what you want to do you just don't want to take the effort for it. You are holding yourself back from being the best version of yourself. Set boundaries and stand up for yourself assertively instead of stalling confrontations against the 'higher authority" who tells you that you can't do it.

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐:

"Spend some time away, getting ready for the day you're born again. spend some time alone, understand that soon you'll run with better men"

You need to let go of your habit of neglecting yourself for the sake of helping others, to please them so that they do not feel disappointed in you. You need to protect yourself and take care of yourself first and then think about others. Many of you might be the eldest (or have to act like the eldest) children who have a lot of responsibilities and do not have enough time to focus on yourself. I heard someone defending themselves by saying "But I do skin care" this is more than that. many of you could also put all your focus on how you look but neglect other areas such as your diet, mental and physical health etc. Regardless of what it is, the message is to prioritise yourself and give others the space and the freedom to grow on their own.

You need to let go of your habit of building up walls that separate you from the actual reality. You may have felt like you were born and raised in hell and now your feelings and emotions have altered your viewpoint of the world that you see. You may feel like numbing your emotions and desires you are keeping yourself safe. Many of you could use this as a defence mechanism because you were hurt in your past and are now afraid of the present uncertainties. You may feel like "if I don't bring in any change, I'll be safe" but the universe is telling you to bring in the change that a tiny part of you wants. It is asking you to stop denying and avoid changes because you are afraid that it might break the facade of your strength. Let go of the things that no longer benefit you.

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑:

"alone again"

(it was so difficult for me to get the messages cause the energy felt all over the place but the first message came out strong even though I feel like it is only for a certain number. i know the song is something else but I kept hearing Swing Lynn by Harmless so take however that resonates.)

You need to let go of your obsession with love/ future spouse readings. Sometimes you do not need to know every single detail about your future to feel a sense of control over the situation, confirmation of the future that you obsessively desire or whatever the reason is. There is no harm in reading them but there should be a limit, there are times when we are not meant to know something until it has happened and the best way to manifest something is the law of detachment.

You need to let go of your habit of struggling to say "no" even in situations you do not feel comfortable (like there are two cards indicating this) You need to assert your boundaries, needs and wants with confidence. You need to be honest with yourself and focus on prioritising your actual needs. Bringing discipline and action into your life will help you achieve your manifestation a lot faster than just simply waiting for it to arrive at your doorstep. This will help you bring the balance that you have always wanted. The other side of this is, that you need to let go of your fear of consequences, you may (sometimes unintentionally) give the 'decision-making' responsibilities to someone else so that if and when things go wrong you can blame someone else instead of yourself. It is important for you to take responsibility for your own actions and use them as opportunities to grow instead of feeling stuck in your self doubt.

You need to let go of numbing yourself from the discomfort and confront it. The wisdom, freedom and power that you search in others is already in you, just have to trust yourself and listen to it and give yourself an opportunity to grow. Reflect on your shadow self and learn to face your fears.

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bangrychannie · 7 months ago

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Stray Kids Fic Recs

Hello! Recently I have become a stray kids fan and have fallen into a rabbit hole of fanfiction. Various pairings bc I don't care what the pair is just that it's stray kids related lmao. Added a line break bc there's a lot. Also feel free to rec me skz fics please bc I'm always reading

the book of us; electricity: (Seungjin | 10/10 | 84,966 | teen and up)

HJ @hyunfortunately 5h ;-; i was at the store and this song was playing over the speakers and i tried to remember some lyrics so i could search it up later but i can’t find it this is TRAGIC HJ @hyunfortunately 5h it was in korean and it’s kind of got rock-pop-balladish vibes and the first line of it was “neoneun neo neoneun na” if anyone knows it PLEASE tell me Seungmin doesn’t like to interact with other people on Twitter, but the questions seems almost aimed to him. He hits reply and types, “Try Hi Hello by Day6.” [Seungmin falls for Hyunjin from 2000 miles away. He expected that it would be inconvenient. He didn't expect quite how much Hyunjin would change his life.]

Genuinely one of the best fics I've ever read. It reads like a love letter to high school in the best way possible.

so this is what love is by dwaekinz: (Seungjin | 4/4 | 43,743 | teen and up)

seungmong_22 Hi, Hyunjin! My name is Seungmin. I'm Felix's friend, I hope he's mentioned me before…? Ha. We met online two years ago. I know it's unexpected But I kind of need your help hyuntothejin Me??? After 2 years of online friendship, Seungmin has finally found the time and saved up enough money to visit Felix for his birthday. In order for the surprise to work, he recruits the help of Felix's brother, Hyunjin, and together they spend the next three months forging a plan as well as a friendship of their own— or maybe something more.

So cute and fluffy no notes

Endgame by Raesan (Minsung | 9/9 | 150,840 | Explicit)

Jisung didn’t mean to procrastinate, but he didn’t think that all the clubs would be full in just a week. He sighed, seeing that only one club still had availability. Too bad he didn’t know shit about chess. Or what happens when Jisung, captain of the college soccer team, meets Minho, the number 2 ranked chess player in the country.

This fic is genuinely SO GOOD lol I think about it every day

reply hazy, try again by mrehk (BinChan | 1/1 | 14,951 | Explicit)

Changbin’s calculus tutor is Bang Chan. Smile wide, eyes shining, curly hair wild around his head. He’s got his backpack slung over one arm, those fuck ass chino shorts with a five inch inseam that make Changbin’s mouth water— and, goddamn, he’s wearing a fucking cropped t-shirt. Jisung and Seungmin are going to string Changbin up and have their way with public humiliation when they hear about this. (OR: solving for the derivative of l+o+v+e)

Funny and cute, I love idiots in love and that's what this is

Also mrehk is a fantastic writer so if you like this fic there's way more where that came from

i will protect you (gothic font) by mrehk (Minsung | 1/1 | 16,661 | Explicit)

Seungmin ignores him, smacking the folder onto the desk, flipping it open without looking, sliding it across the surface towards Minho. “It doesn’t matter. This was in the lease. You signed, right—” he taps the bottom corner, Minho’s initials perfectly legible. “Here.” “Excuse me?” Minho leans forward. “Paragraph nineteen subsection C,” Seungmin says, not even looking down as he recites the document word for word. “Lease is not voidable in the case of suspected paranormal activity.” He pounds his finger on the period. Minho laughs. A short, barked thing, completely disbelieving. “You’re kidding me.” “I’m really not,” Seungmin’s face pinches up into the sort of fake, squinted smile someone gives when they’re being an asshole. No remorse. (OR: Minho has ghosts, Jisung hunts ghosts)

Another funny one by mrehk my beloved

one day to fall in love (countless ones to love you) by whatifidbeenthatauthor (Minsung | 1/1 | 22,018 | Mature)

Minho stopped in his tracks. He turned to face Han Jisung. He looked unbothered, still going on about his way. “You didn’t say Hi,” Minho said, forcing the voice to come out of his throat. “You always say hi, hyung.” Jisung turned to look at him, a smile playing on his lips. He looked amused. Minho’s mind wasn’t keeping up. “Today’s different, I guess,” Jisung shrugged. “I went with a variation.” Minho would have found him insufferable, but he didn’t have the mental capacity to process the frustrating sensation that usually accompanied Jisung’s presence. Minho blurted out something that might have him sent to a madhouse. “No. I’ve lived today six times. You- you always say hi, hyung.” He felt crazy. More than usual. Jisung laughed. “What the fuck,” he said, and Minho knew he sounded insane, but could this kid please not be so arrogant? “Me, too. I thought I was the only one,” he continued, and he changed Minho’s life. *** Minho's life is boring, predictable, borderline uneventful. Until he gets stuck in a time loop. And, with him, his friends' friend, Han Jisung, a crazy dude who's only into skating. And whom Minho doesn't necessarily like.

I love time loop/time travel fics if anyone wants a list of specifically those lmk lmao

(never) have your fill of me by lolainslackss (Minsung | 3/3 | 36,028 | Explicit)

“How often can he possibly be having sex that it’s disturbing you this much?” Hyunjin asks, disbelieving. “He has sex, like, every day. And then again at night, sometimes.” Jisung makes a noise of distress. He drags his hands down his face before balling them into fists beneath his chin. “It’s just . . . so distracting, Hyunjin.” “Distracting,” Hyunjin repeats, giving Jisung a meaningful smirk. “Oh, I bet it is.” “Aw,” Jisung whines. “Why’d you have to say it like that?” “Like what?” “Like you think I wish I were the one he were fucking, instead.” “Because you do, don’t you, or are we pretending we both don’t know that?” Hyunjin’s gaze flits over to Minho before it swiftly cuts back to Jisung, all-knowing. “You’d let him do anything to you. Am I wrong?” - In which PhD student Han Jisung unleashes a succubus from a magical book, winds up living with him, and then forms a sex pact with him.

I also have a lot of demon fic recs so lmk

36 Questions That May Lead to Love by bluecalicocat (Minsung | 1/1 | 17,282 | Teen and Up)

generic username @realhanjisung yo my friend wants to be a therapist, can someone pls fake date me so he can practice counseling couples? i have 3 cats @leeknow deal

This fic is so funny

Searching for My Heart in Yours by lk321 (minsung | 5/5 | 36,995 | General)

When Jisung moves to Miroh, a town in the middle of nowhere, all he’s looking for is some peace and quiet. Instead, what he finds is a prickly witch for a neighbor by the name of Minho, who accidentally spills a potion on Jisung and forms a psychic bond between them, opening Jisung to whole new world of magic. As Minho tries to find a cure for their predicament, Jisung finds himself pulled into Minho's lively and magical life. It's not the peace and quiet Jisung was looking for, but as Jisung gets to know the witch through the emotions they're forced to share, Jisung realizes that the answers he’s searching for in life might just lie here in Miroh, in places he least expects.

Feels like a warm hug

the long game by floraii (HyunSung | 1/1 | 16,045 | Teen and Up)

“Anyway,” he continues, voice still sultry, “I’ve been seeing you in class, and I was just wondering—” he moves his hand to curl around a strand of his hair. “Could I get your number?” Han Jisung’s big brown eyes blink again. His gaze darts to his lips, then to his notebook, then up to his eyes. “To study?” “Yeah,” Hyunjin blurts without thinking. What the fuck? Study? What is happening? Why is he agreeing?

Hyunjin has a type. It’s not usually shy boys in his Intro to Statistics class with big round eyes and glasses, but Han Jisung is different.

This fic was so funny I was actually laughing out loud

I have plenty more where that came from! So there will be more recs soon

#fic rec #skz fic recs #fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #minsung #minho/jisung #hyunsung #seungjin #binchan #stray kids fic #stray kids fluff #skz fics #minsung fic #minsung fics #stray kids fics

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fili-urzudel · 3 months ago

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Burning Gold - Western!Fíli x Reader

A request from the lovely @twentysomethingfangirl from wayyy too long ago. I'm sorry! If it's any consolation, 1) the only reason so much got written is because I'm burnt out and procrastinating and 2) there could definitely be more to this and I would like to write it sometime.

it bears repeating: requests are still not open :( feel free to send asks just to chat though!

Summary: Lost after a tragic incident, the reader finds herself alone and desperate for survival in the vast and untamed West. Help arrives in the form of a man on a mysterious mission.

Warnings: Mention of knives, mention of guns, mention of hunting, mention of death by drowning, description of scars, continuous description of feelings of exhaustion, hunger, thirst. Grief.

Word Count: 2.5k

If there was one word Fíli would use to describe this area of the state, it was flat. Nothing but dirt and scrub trees for miles in either direction, until some hills and buttes dared to make themselves known on the horizon in the west.

You came blurrily into his vision, a wavering spot of dark amongst the blinding beige of the sand.

He eyed you suspiciously as he came up on you, hand and hat shading his vision.

Though he couldn't tell just by looking at you, you had seen him, too.

It had been two days out in the wilderness. Two days since you had gotten lost. Three days since you had seen your family swept into tumultuous waters down a river you had been trying to cross.

You attributed your survival to nothing more than the will of the good Lord, sure your mediocre swimming had nothing to do with it.

On the third day in the wilderness, salvation came.

Or at least a man on a horse.

You breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to yell at the man. Your mother had warned you countless times how dangerous strange men were, and doubly so in the west, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care. Having run out of water and not having eaten in three days, the man seemed the lesser of two evils.

"Hey!" You shouted, waving your arms in a crisscross over your head, moving as much as you could to get his attention. "Hey! Over here! Hello!"

Though Fíli had a hard time seeing through the heat at such a distance, your voice left no doubt in his mind. You were a lady, and you didn't sound like a very dangerous one at that.

He cupped one gloved hand around his mouth, the other fixed in the reins. "I see you!" He replied, his voice booming across the plains.

You stopped your jumping.

Black spots danced in your vision as you attempted to calm yourself down, wringing your empty bag in your hand like it would help you.

As the cowboy approached, you could see the dusty chestnut horse he rode and the sagging bags on either side of his saddle. However, it was harder to see his face, especially with his hat shading it and the sun blinding you from behind him. "What are you doing out here all alone?" He asked seriously, sounding at least a little concerned.

"My family—my family was migrating out here," you explain, a lump in your throat from dehydration and grief. "I lost 'em down a river about," you glanced over your shoulder, cursing yourself for ever having lost your way. "I don't know, seven miles east?"

The cowboy nodded in understanding. "That one's a beast, alright," he agreed. So you couldn't have been too far off in your estimate. "So, no family, no food, no water?"

"Yes," you answered, holding your arms across your stomach. Your jaw ached, but your body didn't have enough water to make tears. "I'm lost. I just need to get to the nearest town, somehow. Please, can you help me? I don't have any money, but—but I can find a way to pay you, I can start working somewhere, and I'll get the money to you, I promise—"

"Stop," he commanded, and you obeyed. "No need for any of that. Get on, I'll take you where I'm going and someone can help you out there, alright?"

You felt faint with relief, and probably heatstroke as well. "Thank you, sir, thank you so much, I won't forget your kindness—"

"I'm Fíli," he interrupted you again, unused to people gushing over him the way you did. He reached out a gloved hand to hoist you up. "The horse is Myrtle."

You accepted his hand silently, settling into whatever space was available on the saddle before speaking again. You told him your name. "Thank you," you said again, and Fíli huffed.

"You're welcome," he said, if just to get you to stop thanking him.

Once on Myrtle, you could see Fíli a bit more clearly. He had long hair, just down past his shoulders, pulled into a ponytail with a strip of leather that matched his hat. His hat was well taken care of, from what you could tell, but it had seen hell and high water.

"So, where are you going?" You asked cautiously, unsure of how much the mysterious man would want to divulge.

"About 65 miles north, it's less of a town than it is a waystation, honestly," he answered. "I uh, I'm meeting a good portion of my family up there."

"Oh?" You said politely. "That's nice."

"We're going further west."

You hummed in response, bones aching and head pounding.

“Water’s in the left bag,” he supplied helpfully, and you wasted no time in confirming. You forgot manners entirely, grabbing the waterskin and taking two large gulps before remembering who the water belonged to, and what a precious resource it was. You sheepishly recapped it.

“Thank you,” you said again.

“There’s a stream I wanna set up camp by tonight, about 10 miles up,” he ignored you. “You can refill your skin when we get there. And you can stop thanking me. I’m only doing what’s decent.”

Another thanks stuck in your throat, you nodded and fell silent.

“You might wanna hang on, we’ll be keeping a good clip,” he advised you, and though you were wary, you complied, gingerly holding onto his waist. Your grip tightened as he snapped the reins, Myrtle obediently picking up the pace.

You hadn’t even noticed that you drifted off until you were woken up by Myrtle stopping.

You heard Fíli curse under his breath. “Damn drought,” he grumbled. He tapped your hand gently. “You awake?”

You hummed affirmatively, picking up your head from where you had rested it on his back.

“I’m getting off for a second,” he told you, and you let go of him so he could.

After a moment, you decided to follow suit, clumsily dropping from Myrtle’s back onto shaking legs. The sudden movement caused another explosion of black in your vision, and you were again reminded that you hadn’t eaten in almost four days. You braced yourself with a hand on Myrtle’s saddle, and she turned her head to snort at you.

“Sorry, girl,” you said quietly.

“Damn,” you heard Fíli say again as he scuffed the heel of his boot against the dry ground. “There’s not been near enough rain this season, this stream’s bone dry.”

You felt anxiety begin to creep over you again. “What does that mean for us?”

“Means we keep heading north and hope the next bed we hit has something to offer us,” he sighed. “Might as well ride through the night, no use wasting away in the sun with no water.”

“Alright,” you agreed, just glad that he had a plan. “Is there… Anything I can do?”

He thought for a moment. “No, don’t worry about it. Let’s just get going.”

This time, your arms settled around his middle without much thought.

It was the middle of the night, but you were wide awake, your empty stomach and dry mouth unable to allow you rest.

The open plains and the moonlight made for a surprisingly clear trail, and for the first time in weeks, the seemingly endless expanse of the desert wasn’t completely terrifying.

Without sleep, the only thing for you to do was look around, and after a while with no landmarks, you had to observe the man right in front of you. For the first time, you noticed the revolver resting at his hip.

“Do you—” you started to ask, your words almost caught by the way your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth. “Do you need a gun out here?” You asked out of pure curiosity, your tired mind not inhibiting you as much as it normally would.

Fíli sighed in thought. “Well, yeah. All sorts of dangerous things in these parts. You have to protect yourself somehow.”

You considered his words. “My Pa never believed in ‘em.”

“He didn’t think they existed?”

“Didn’t think they should exist,” you corrected.

He huffed. “Can’t say he’s right. Can’t say he’s wrong, either. How’d he feel ‘bout knives?”

“I would imagine he thought they were good for plenty of things, if you used them right,” you mused.

“They’re mighty handy,” Fíli agreed. “I've got two, actually,” he told you. “A straight knife and a bowie.”

“Hm. I don’t know what those look like,” you confessed. With your upbringing, you weren’t taught the difference between all different silhouettes of practical blades.

“You wanna take a look?” He offered easily, drawing the bowie out with his opposite hand and handing it to you, handle side out, over his shoulder.

“Uh, sure,” you accepted hesitantly. You were nervous about removing your arms from his waist, but you were trotting along slowly enough that there wasn't much danger of falling off.

You held the knife with both hands, holding it firmly flat. The sharpened edge almost seemed to wink at you in the moonlight.

“Guns're handy, no way around that,” Fíli said quietly, hands twisting in the reins. “But there's nothing like the pride that comes with wielding a weapon that you made with your own hands.”

You trailed your fingers along the ridged handle of the knife, noting it was made of a well-maintained antler. What animal it came from, you weren't enough of an expert to know. You were examining the way the knife bowed as it came to a point, giving it stabbing as well as slicing properties when he spoke again, his manner becoming more serious.

“And anything that forces you to be closer to a life you're taking... I think it helps you keep being human.”

His words sat heavy on your mind. Your fingertips stopped along the blunt edge of the knife. “Have you…” You asked hesitantly, unable to form the whole question.

Fíli sighed, knowing that would come up when he started talking like that. “Well, uh, yeah, a couple deer, a couple elk,” he told you. “A mountain lion that just about killed me, I've still got the scars from that one. That's when I forged that knife. One bison, just one though, other people need and value them more than I do. Done some trapping, small animals.”

He trailed off, finishing his sentence but clearly not his thought.

You shifted uncomfortably, sensing there was more he wasn't telling you. If there was, that was his business, but you were on his horse, out in the middle of nowhere, and he had two knives and a revolver.

"Here's your knife," you notified him, handing it, handle out, back to him. The words seemed... abrupt, in the space created by the silence.

“Thanks,” he grunted.

Another few minutes passed before he spoke again. “There’s hardtack in the right bag if you’re hungry,” he mentioned, and you wondered why he brought it up. It occurred to you that you had simply gone deaf to the sound of your own stomach growling.

A small piece was enough to hold you over for a while.

It was another two days of dozing and sparse conversation before you hit another stream bed, and the lack of water was beginning to wear on both of your patience. You had been quiet most of the day, and Fíli was somehow less talkative than usual.

The sun had gone down an hour ago, and you were beginning to be convinced that there would be no stream or waystation. The thought made your heart ache as you began to pray that you would get to see your family again, and be happy with them. You sniffled, sobs bubbling up from your chest, though once again, your eyes were dry. You hiccupped, holding a hand over your mouth.

Fíli shushed you quietly. “Hey, hey,” he said, more insistently. “Hey, quiet,” he commanded, and you suddenly stopped yourself, confused and more than a little hurt.

“You hear that?”

You took a deep breath and held it, attuning your ears to your surroundings. You heard it.

Water.

You extricated yourself from the saddle as fast as possible, falling to the ground in the darkness and scrambling back to your feet.

“A stream?”

“A river,” Fíli corrected. “A strong one, too.”

You sobbed with relief, feeling as though you might collapse to the ground again.

“C’mon, let’s get you something to drink and then you can rest,” Fíli suggested, his boots hitting the ground.

“No, you need to rest,” the words left your mouth instinctually, though your bones ached to meet a flat surface. “You’ve been awake near this whole time.”

“I’ve gone longer without sleep,” he assured you. “And one of us has to keep watch, ideally.”

“I can do it,” you insisted.

“You sure?”

“Sure enough,” you nodded.

Your eyes screwed more tightly shut against the rising sun, and you finally realized you had lost the battle against your tiredness. You huffed, displeased with yourself, and noticed that Fíli wasn't up against Myrtle's side, where he'd chosen to rest for the night.

His hat and gloves rested atop the saddlebags, just next to the fire that was nothing but coals now. A splash drew your attention to the river—there he was. He shook his head, clearly having just washed his face in the cool water. He dried his face with his bandanna before turning back to the fire.

You watched him. His face was in full view for the first time, the early morning light only making his blue eyes more noticeable. His blond hair stood up and stuck out, mussed by days or maybe weeks under his hat. Without the bandanna, his neck was strong and sturdy, just like his forearms, exposed by his rolled sleeves. His left arm was mottled with deep, pockmarked scars. His face was darker than the rest of him. No way to avoid it in the desert, you supposed.

He noticed you staring after a short while. “What?”

“I've never seen your hands before,” you said innocently, voice full of a quiet curiosity.

He gave a chuckle, the first glimpse you’d ever had of a smile from him. He eyed you incredulously, holding his palms and then the backs of his hands out to you. “Nothin’ too special,” he dismissed as he set his hat back on his head and replaced his bandanna around his neck.

You hummed and shrugged, standing to stretch out the stiffness from your night on the watch.

“You know, most watchpeople, uh, stay on the watch,” Fíli pointed out just as you started walking toward the river.

You flushed red. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he said. “Any real danger would’ve woken me up. I’m used to no one watching my back. It’s good to keep your word, though.”

“I know,” you sighed.

“Have you thought about what you’re going to do once we’re back to civilization?” He asked nonchalantly after a comfortable pause, and you nearly froze. It was unusual for him to be the one asking questions, and such a weighty one at that.

“Not much,” you admitted. “I’ve sort of been forced to take everything as it comes. Pa didn’t even buy any land before we started out here.”

He hummed in understanding, scratching his beard as his eyes left you and wandered the landscape.

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pimosworld · 1 year ago

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Tango

Pairing-Frankie Morales x f!reader

Summary-It only takes a little push for you and Frankie to stop dancing around each other.

CW-18+,MDNI,NSFW,Smut, horrible date, tf boys being protective, cursing,angst,comfort, fingering, unprotected piv,cream pie,soft-dom Frankie,sweet aftercare. Reader is not race coded and photo does not represent reader.

WK-4k

A/N-I wrote this as a procrastination for my actual wips. Please enjoy my obsession with the tf boys being protective and as always hints of fishben.

Not beta read

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The bar is dark save for the few flashing lights of the music from the DJ booth. The thick humid air makes it hard to breathe as you belt out your favorite song while grinding on Santis flavor of the week.

It always went this way, you’d be the perfect wing woman for him, dancing with some person until you got tired and Santi would swoop in to take your place, and for a night or a few weeks you’d have a friend to accompany you on the dance floor while the boys nursed their beers.

You’ve been seeing this guy James casually for a few weeks that you met out one night on your own, but he wasn’t going to stop you from your weekly ritual of dancing out the stresses of your daily life. The guys seemed to tolerate him enough to invite him out, which is how you found yourself on the dance floor with ‘Francesca’ as they sat in the booth trying to look impressed with whatever your date was saying.

Pope was a Tom cat and had no issues picking up people but in his words ‘I love to watch you work your magic’. You couldn’t lie, it was exhilarating to be wanted by anyone. It’s not just a sexual attraction, it’s a rush when you can connect with someone on a different level. Inevitably once you introduced them to Santiago they would fall immediately but not before inviting you to join which you were adamant about not crossing that line with him-for now.

“She’s something else.” The sarcasm in his tone is completely lost on Frankie as he watches you and Santi’s soon to be hookup captivate the dance floor.

He can see it in their eyes, the way you make people feel like they're the only ones in the room with you. He thinks you’ve looked at him that way but he can’t be sure he wasn’t just seeing things.

“Ya she is.” It was supposed to be spoken in his head but evidently he said it out loud.

Will shoots him a look but your date hardly notices the way he said it with such longing in his voice. He knows, they all know that Frankie has loved you forever. It seems the only one oblivious to this is you.

“I mean it’s hot if she’s not your girlfriend but if she is…” Suddenly all attention is on him and he doesn’t even notice. The tension starts to rise at the table like lions ready to pounce and he’s the innocent prey none the wiser.

“If she is then…what?” Will speaks first, the stoic one usually wanting to avoid confrontation for fear of losing his temper, except when it comes to you.

“Come on, you don’t mean to tell me you’d be ok with the way she’s acting in public if she was your girlfriend?”

“Did I miss something?” Ben turns to face James, seated conveniently next to him and Will subtly grabs his arm giving a light squeeze as a warning. This guy is not worth it.

“She’s just dancing right?” He looks around the table as Will scrubs his face with his hands and Santi is too enraptured with you and Francesca on the dance floor to notice Frankie’s hard set jaw and crossed arms staring daggers at your date.

“Ya she’s dancing…she’s almost exposed half the room to her ass and it looks like they’re going to fuck right there on the dance floor.” Santi finally looks over at him tearing his eyes away from you and then to Frankie with a sly grin on his face.

“This pendejo got a problem?”

“No problem man,I just don’t know how comfortable you’d be with your girl acting like that.” Frankie digs his nails into his palm, sure to draw blood as he fights the urge to lunge across the table and teach this guy how to talk about women.

“If you’re upset about it you should definitely say somethin’.” The guys all turn to Will, mischievous grins on their face knowing what a massacre he was walking into.

You direct your gaze to the table completely oblivious to the conversation happening about you as Frankie smiles. His deep brown eyes look at you as if you’re the only one in the room. His signature cap turned backwards, encasing his curls. You’re locked in a trance almost forgetting about your date who you’ve left alone for quite some time with them. The guy wouldn’t even be here if you thought there was a chance with Frankie.

Most days you push those thoughts away, he was your best friend and if he wanted to be anything more he would make a move.

You grab Francesca’s hand to lead her over to the table, it is definitely time for a break and perhaps another drink while you rejoin Santi and the guys.

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“You boys thirsty cause I am?” Will nudges Benny to move so he can slide out of the booth.

“Next rounds on me sweetheart.” He kisses your forehead as he heads to the bar.

You sit beside Frankie and you’re acutely aware of the dull ache in your feet, you groan as you rub your heel under the table.

“I take it you’re not joining us on the dance floor.”

“No Santiago, you go have fun.” Frankie resists the urge to rest his arm on the seat behind you as he always does when you’re next to each other.

Santi and Francesca head to the dance floor as you lean into Frankie momentarily forgetting your date.

“It’s probably best if you take a break from embarrassing yourself anyway.” It feels like all the air has left your lungs as you glance over at your date in utter shock.

Benny gets a look in his eye you’ve never seen before as he leans across the table coming face to face with him. “I think the only one embarrassing themselves is you.”

James looks over at you now fully curled into Frankie’s side, his arm now draped across your shoulder with a gentle grip letting you know he’s there if you need him.

“Oh I see what’s happening here.” He gestures between the two of you and Ben. “Do you guys take turns or how does that work?”

Before you can blink Benny has his collar curled up in his fists as he pulls him out of the booth.

Will ditches the drinks at the bar to run over and grab Ben before you’re all kicked out.

“I was gone for two seconds, what happened?” Ben releases his collar shoving him into the table as Will stands between the two.

“Ben was just giving him a lesson in how to talk to women.” Frankie’s calm tone is a stark contrast to the feral look in his eyes as he stares him down just waiting for him to say something stupid again.

He hasn’t released his grip on you and you’ve all but melted into his embrace as you try not to focus on his calloused hand rubbing circles on your shoulder as the other picks nervously at the label on his beer.

“I’m out of here, you guys can have her.” He brushes past Will, not bothering to look in your direction. In true coward form he calls over his shoulder just far enough away from Benny. “She doesn’t put out anyway.”

“Fucking jackass.” They all turn to you as you’ve seemed to have found your voice again.

“Don’t worry about guys like that hermosa, they don’t deserve you.” His eyes have softened again as he looks at you, there’s a pull that you can’t resist forming between the two of you and you don’t want to fight it anymore.

He’s not sure if you're aware or if you were subconsciously rubbing your hand along his thigh to calm yourself. It’s having the opposite effect on him as a slow burning heat builds in his stomach, you’re inching your hand further and further and his cock twitches as his body betrays him. You take in a sharp inhale and he bites down hard on his bottom lip to suppress the groan threatening to spill out.

Will clears his throat getting your attention again as you glance at Benny with a wide grin on his face practically bouncing on his feet from the adrenaline.

“I’m gonna grab those drinks I left before I had to wrangle rocky over here.”

Ben slides in next to you caging you in against Frankie, personal space was not the boy's strong suit.

“Thank you.” He looks down at you with those big blue eyes.

“What are you thanking me for, sweetheart?”

“For defending my honor of course.” Frankie’s laugh reverberates through your body filling you with a warm fuzzy feeling.

“Don’t thank him, he loves doing shit like that.” Benny flips him off as Will returns to the table with the drinks, Santi and his date walk up still catching their breath from dancing.

“Fish should be thanking me for getting rid of him.”

“Ben.” Will's warning has him throwing his hands up in mock surrender. You almost miss the look Frankie sends him, a silent conversation between the two that looked as close to thank you as it could get.

“For the record I do put out, he was just having some performance issues.” Santis eyes go wide at the comment as the rest of the table erupts in laughter.

“I definitely missed something cariño.”

“Nothing much just Ben taking out the trash.” He finally notices your absent date and your close proximity to Frankie and claps his brother on the shoulder.

“Finally you two idiotas can stop dancing around each other.” Heat creeps up your neck at the thought of your crush being more obvious than you previously knew.

It relaxes you a little to see the redness on Frankie’s face as he’s been outed as well. He doesn’t deny it and that sends a rush of confidence through your body.

“I would never trust a man who didn’t like the sight of two beautiful women dancing with each other.” He looks at his date and she practically has hearts in her eyes for him. Some may say he laid in on a little thick but they fell for it every time.

Frankie adjusts again and your hand brushes against the bulge straining on his jeans. You give a light squeeze to test the waters and he leans down close to your ear. “You’re killing me right now, I hope you know that.”

“Do you want to get out of here?” He nods at you and drops his arm from your shoulder to grab your hand to help you out of the booth.

“Where are you two going?” Benny looks like a wounded puppy as his brother leans back crossing his arms smiling sweetly at the two of you.

“My feet are killing me, Frankie’s gonna take me home.” Decent enough excuse not that it mattered, they all knew where you were going.

“You’re leaving without me?”

“Ben!” Santi and Will say in unison and you can’t help the giggle that escapes you at his incessant teasing.

“Maybe next time Ben.” Frankie shoots you a look as you shrug your shoulders. “He thought you two were sharing me anyway.”

“Ok I definitely missed something.” Santi and his date slide into your unoccupied seats as you and Frankie say your goodbyes.

You’re buzzing with nervous excitement as you walk through the bar hand in hand. He’s keeping you so close, a constant reminder of his protective nature.

You’ve almost made it to the door before a large hand pulls you back slightly startling you. Frankie turns to see Ben holding your other hand placing a kiss on top.

“I’m holding you to what you said.” You roll your eyes as you look up at Frankie whose patience is wearing painfully thin.

“Good night Benjamin.” He says through gritted teeth as he pulls you outside. You both laugh as you jog to his truck to try and make a break for it before he comes back for more.

He opens the door for you as he’s done a thousand times, you lift yourself up into the seat and before you can grab it he’s already buckling you in. He hesitantly pulls back as his hand brushes along your thigh. You instinctively close your legs but his hand gently pries them open as he runs his fingers higher under the hem of your dress.

His eyes haven’t left yours as he waits for you to tell him to stop but you don’t. Your chest is rising and falling and the slow drag of anticipation is building the heat in your core. You don’t care that you’re still in the parking lot as he touches his fingers to your soaked center.

He silences the soft whimper leaving your lips as he crashes his into yours. You swallow a groan as you bite down softly on his bottom lip.

“Are you this wet for me?” You nod against his lips as he moves your panties to the side dragging a finger through your slit.

“This is what you were doing to me hermosa.” He had a point but you definitely weren’t this graphic. It’s so depraved it shouldn't be turning you on this much. The thought of being caught has a fresh wave of slick coating his fingers.

“I want you to come right here.” He dips two fingers in pumping slowly at first as his thumb rubs circles on your clit.

You’re panting in his mouth as your hips try to leave the seat. The buckle restricts your movements and the heavy weight of his other palm on your hip.

It would look to the outside like he’s talking to you with the door open as he uses his body to shield what he’s doing.

A familiar feeling is building in your center as he picks up his pace, coaxing you on with hushed words. You’re a whimpering mess while you grip his shoulder as he calls you his good girl.

“Oh my god Frankie.”

“That’s it hermosa come on, I know you can do it.” He’s growling in your ear as he rolls his hips into the seat for friction.

You don’t think anyone’s ever made you feel like this with just their hands as a wave of pleasure shoots through you. He presses down on that bundle of nerves that has you seeing stars and you’re stifling your moans into his neck as you come down from your high.

He kisses you soft and sweet as if he didn’t just take you apart in the parking lot of this bar. He pulls his fingers from you leaving an empty ache that you can’t wait to be filled. He brings them up to his mouth and drags them between his lips, humming at the taste.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” His confession and lust blown eyes have you momentarily flustered.

You grab his neck pulling him into you as you lick into his mouth tasting yourself on his tongue. After waiting so long the desperation for each other is seeping through every fiber of your being as he devours your lips like his last meal.

You pause for a moment as he rests his forehead on yours, both of you trying to catch your breath.

“If we don’t leave now we won’t hear the end of it from Ben.” He plants a chaste kiss to your lips before he pulls away and closes your door. You’re grinning to yourself at the thought of explaining to any of them why you were still in the parking lot.

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The ride to your house is less heated than your previous exchange but it’s almost better than that. His hand hasn’t left your thigh as he focuses on the road occasionally glancing over to you. You can’t stop looking over at him and his backwards hat doing wild things to your imagination.

The silence is filled with so much tension as you think about finally having something you’ve wanted for so long.

He pulls into your driveway, mirroring so many things he’s done before yet this time as he comes around to open your door and help you out you can feel the desperation. He’s crowding behind you as you make your way to the door, his hands caress your hips as you struggle with shaky hands to unlock it.

As you enter he spins you around pressing his body to yours against the door, his breath is hot on your neck as he trails kisses along it down to your collarbone and pulls at the fabric of your dress with his teeth.

You throw his hat somewhere behind him as you finally run your fingers through his soft locks, he moans into your chest as you tug him further into you. Every nerve in your body is on the edge waiting to be pushed over.

He lifts your leg over his hip as he grinds into you, his hard cock straining through his jeans as he rubs it against you. You reach between you to unbuckle his pants and dip your hand under the waistband of his boxers, desperate to feel the soft skin of his cock as you wrap your fingers around it.

“Fuck.” He’s panting into your neck as he cants his hips helping you stroke him over and over. He gently grabs your wrist stilling your movements. “I’m not gonna last if you don’t stop.”

“Bedroom?” Your voice comes out more timid than you like but he insistently nods his head as he gets a look in his eyes that you’ve only seen a handful of times.

You withdraw your hand and step out of your heels, he thinks you’re going to lead the way as you lightly push against his chest trailing your fingers down to put some distance between you but he sees a moment flash in your eyes as you take off towards the bedroom.

You may have had the element of surprise but just briefly as you hear loud footsteps quickly approaching. You’re giggling like some teenager as you round the corner to your bedroom. His hands are on your waist pulling you hard into his chest. “You’re going to pay for that.” He’s growling into your ear, breathing heavy behind you as he pulls your dress over your head.

You turn in his arms and graze your fingers under the hem of his shirt, lightly brushing the soft skin of his belly. He shudders under your touch as you lift it over his head.

This dance you’re doing with each other feels practiced like you’ve done it a thousand times. You don’t think after tonight you’ll be able to walk away not needing and wanting this everyday.

He walks you backward until your legs hit the bed, he gestures his fingers for you to scoot back as he strips down to nothing. He’s standing hard and naked in front of you, eyes boring into you hungrily like he wants to devour you.

He dips his knee onto the bed as he trails his fingers up your calf, leaning down to place kisses along your thighs and your stomach as he works his way up. He pauses between your breasts and you can feel his cock twitch against your clothed core. A half whine leaves your lips as he sucks hard on your nipple while his hand teases the other.

“Patience…I told you I was gonna make you pay for that hermosa.” Surely chasing you a few feet down a small hallway doesn’t equal the teasing he’s putting you through but you don’t want this to be over quickly so you will yourself to relax.

He tucks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and you lift your hips as he slides them down your legs discarding them somewhere behind him. He leans back a little as he spreads your legs wide exposing your dripping folds to him. “Fuck you’re beautiful.”

He grips the base of his cock, the tip is red and angry steadily leaking precum as he pumps himself over you groaning at the way your pussy clenches in anticipation. He drags the tip through your slit without pressing in, the sensation is too much and not enough as you try to raise your hips. He presses you down hard into the mattress with his other hand as his lips crash into yours swallowing your whimpers of frustration.

“I like those little noises you make…I might just keep playing with you for a while.” He teases your entrance just barely pressing into your core and then slowly pulls away. He chuckles into your neck at the loud mewl you let out.

He’s trying to kill you. If you died this way it would be worth it.

“Frankie…” Your attempt at begging is cut off as he buries himself to the hilt, he’s so thick and the stretch is almost too much but he slowly starts to rock his hips and you both let out a sigh of relief as your body finally relaxes. Your legs spread wider to wrap around his waist as your feet press against his ass to pull him in closer.

“Fuck this pussy feels like heaven.” He moans into your neck as he picks up his pace, you can feel every ridge of his cock through your walls as you clench down hard on him, the sounds coming from him only spur you on more as you lift your hips to meet his thrusts.

He grabs your hands placing them above your head as he looks between you watching where your bodies meet. You’re shaking beneath him as your climax quickly approaches, he leans down kissing you and swallowing every moan that leaves your lips.

His pace is faltering and you can tell he’s right on the edge with you. You lock your fingers with his still placed above your head as you whisper praises into his ear and chants of his name.

“Come with me Frankie.” The breathless tone of your voice and the lone tear falling down your face as you come hard, clenching down on him. It’s like a firework behind your eyes as he shouts your name into your neck grinding his hips once and twice before he collapses his weight on top of you.

You lay there a while rubbing soothing lines up and down his sweaty back as he tries to catch his breath.

“I’m crushing you.” He tries to slide off you but you cage him in with your legs not yet ready to face the moment where he might leave.

“Just a little bit longer please?” He kisses your lips as an answer. Swollen and puffy from the night's activities but so soft in his own way.

He eventually pulls away from you as he retreats to your bathroom, you can faintly hear the sound of running water as sleep tries to claim you. He returns with a washcloth as he delicately wipes your thighs and your folds with such care that you almost cry. No one’s ever cared for you like this after sex. It’s a shame how foreign it feels.

“It would probably be more comfortable if we slept under the covers.” He’s trying to tug them back as you register what he’s saying.

“You want to stay?” He pauses at your words perhaps a little forward in assuming you wanted him to.

“Of course…only if you want.” You crawl under them faster than you realize and pat the spot next you where you normally have a mountain of pillows.

He slides in perfectly as he pulls you flush against him, his slow breaths fanning the back of your neck as he starts to fall asleep.

The unspoken rhythm of this dance finally finds its voice between you.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated

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lostsyren · 7 days ago

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i was just thinking about the potential ways rafe and sofia could've met bc those mfs didn't give it to us and i thought of one where rafe could've gotten too drunk one night and sofia sees this and has to take him home, she stays and makes sure he's ok until he wakes up or writes a note to him and leaves the night unbeknownst to him who took him back to his house other than a note and a name (assuming she knows who rafe cameron is and where he lives, bc he's a big name around kildare) until he goes back to the pelican yacht club the next day and sees someone with the name tag 'sofia' at the bar and approaches her, the rest is history

100% agree!! Their first meeting not even being shown to us, leaving us to speculate?? What kind of stupidity is that? It’s like they were trying to set Fiona/Sofia up to fail (they were lucky she’s so charming and lovely).

I LOVE THIS IDEA SMMMM!!! STOPP IM OBSESSEDD!! I beg you write it!! Like anyone who sends in cool ideas, WRITE THEM PLEASEEEEE!! Like I for sure would but I’m a chronic procrastinator and have already got sm asks and a whole other fic I need to be focusing on🫠 (which I’m grateful for, ty to all of you for reading🫶😞)

Like Sofia offering to drive him home, and Rafe still being responsive but like drunk to the point of being completely devoid of inhibition.

They reach Tannyhill and she has to help carry/sneak this 6ft, massive guy inside. Like he’s just loudly fumbling with the keys and being so loud she’s just trying to shut him up. They eventually reach his room without running into any of the Cameron family and he just collapses into bed.

And then Sofia thinks he’s just this asshole, jerk, entitled kook guy but then he says smth like

“You know you’re soooo nice, no one usually helps me when I’m high and wasted, they just let me fuck up and get in trouble– so thank you yeah? If Ward or Sarah saw me I’d be done for. They already hate me like I’m the worst person in the world.”

All slurred and drunken. And Sofia’s heart stirs for the boy. She thought he was the worst person in the world– but for a fleeting moment she just sees Rafe as a hurt boy who doesn’t have anyone he can count on.

And Rafe falls asleep and Sofia takes off his shoes and covers him with a blanket. She snoops around his room for a bit, seeing pictures of when he was kid, all the certificates he won when he was in school still framed, before leaving.

That’s when she runs into Sarah on the landing. They don’t say anything, Sarah just looks at her with a bored and withering expression before helping her sneak out.

Then the next day Rafe wakes up hungover, not remembering a thing. He wonders how he ended up in bed and when he leaves his room he’s surprised Ward didn’t shout at him or anything. Then Sarah says something which confuses him:

“Hooking up with the club bartender Rafe? Really?”

He’s confused. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh don’t play dumb, I saw her sneaking out of your room last night.”

“Who?” He didn’t remember hooking up with anyone last night (s1 Rafe who has maybe one to two bodies and is painfully awkward with girls and at sex and accounts for it with over confidence and douchebaggery is canon to me)

“You know, short dark hair, bangs, tiny…you see her everyday at the bar Rafe.”

The memories slowly start to trickle back.

And then he goes back to the country club trying to find the bartender he vaguely remembers called Sofia. To do what? Threaten her? She better not tell anyone about his embarrassing, drunken performance. Or thank her? For selflessly helping him out and saving him from his family’s ire.

He hasn’t decided yet.

Ughhh stop s1Rafe x Sofia is soooo special to me, tysm for this ideaaaa!! (Someone write it please😞)

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stxrvel · 1 year ago

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gym time

summary: you didn't expect to meet someone like Bucky Barnes when you decided to enter the gym, especially since his looks and words were anything but friendly.

pairing: au!bucky barnes x f!reader

words: +1k

warning: uhm, descriptions of bucky working out? some bad words. also i suck at summaries but what i was trying to say is that bucky is very suggestive here, and there will be suggestive conversations iykwim. this chapter doesn't contain too much of that but still minors do not interact!!!!

note: hi guys! um, i dont know what to say. being honest idk why i wrote this when i dont know if i'll ever be able to continue it, i think it was for the joy or fun in it and maybe trying to test new things? i kind of wrote the draft for a second part but i dont think i want this one to be a series, i wanted to see it like a drabble but i got carried away and now there are too many words. but what i do know now is that i will be pleased to write drabbles in a scenario like this, like in this universe or au. if you guys liked this (which i hope so) would you mind sending me what would you like to see next? only time will tell how good i'm doing but i hope i can at least entertain you a little. anyway, looking forward to your opinions and i really hope you like this one! since it's my first time writing in this kind of genre :'(

You were at the gym. It had been barely a week since you had started with the goal of creating a routine in your life, because work was consuming you from the inside out. Coming home no longer felt like it used to, when you still had the fever of being independent and being able to get yourself everything you wanted. Adult life really was a mud puddle compared to what we always thought as kids.

So… yeah, you decided to join the gym closest to your apartment to try to change your bad procrastination habits a bit. Maybe now that you were paying for it with your own money you'd feel more like going, just for the sake of not making the money go to waste. But, hey, it was something.

During that week everything had been relatively fine. You hadn't had any problems with anyone, no awkward comments and you had gotten some workout partners to take turns lifting weights or running on the treadmills with at the same time.

It was honestly becoming your favorite place to be after work.

And, well, of course, there was him.

The man you shared end-to-end glances with at the gym. He never came close, always kept his space, unless he had to use some machine near where you were.

He looked like a decent man… and definitely sexy. But you didn't dare get close even though it seemed to be the only thing the two of you wanted to do. The furtive glances weren't even accidental anymore, you both sought each other out through the masses of air as if it was second nature to you. And that upset you too much because it hadn't been too many days, how could you feel so passionate and heated just sharing glances with a stranger? Within what you didn't know there might be something you didn't like, even.

Anyway, you had to avert your gaze each time before it became too much, but it always seemed like it wasn't enough for the people around you not to notice.

“Why don't you just go talk to him?” Veronica spoke in front of you, waiting for Erika to leave the press to start her series.

You were on the treadmill finishing your routine that day and that man was on the other side of the gym, lifting weights like they were nothing. You had watched him for so long without embarrassment that you had almost memorized every line of his massive arms. And your partners that day had definitely noticed.

“I don't think it's appropriate,” was all you could think of.

Erika snorted, lowering her legs as she put down the weights. “She's afraid the sexual tension surrounding them will suffocate her.”

“Erika!” you scowled at her. “Stop talking nonsense.”

“I'm of the same opinion as Veronica, you should just go talk to him. If it turns out his personality isn't as sexy as his body, you're not going to lose anything and you're going to gain a lot.”

Veronica, who had already settled into the press after Erika cleaned the chair, nodded animatedly at her partner's words.

You turned your head to look at him again, just as his strong hands released the weight that bounced to the floor. You saw him shake his arms slightly and move his shoulders in circles, releasing the tension a little at a time. Even in the distance you could make out as if he were right beside you the line of his veins running around his arms and the-

“Look at her, she's drooling already.”

You clicked your tongue and Erika only shared a chuckle with Veronica. You decided to focus solely on getting the treadmill over with quickly so you could get through that day.

You came out of the shower with an incredible freshness dancing in your body. In the bathrooms the atmosphere was always a little cooler than in the center of the gym, so the time after the bath was one of your favorites. Veronica and Erika had already left, they had said goodbye before you entered the shower. They always left at seven o'clock at night, but you preferred to stay a little longer and enjoy the showers you paid for because you didn't have much to do at home when you got there.

With the towel over your right shoulder you walked towards the lockers to get your training bag and other belongings. You thought for a moment about leaving a few things from your bag since there would be a zumba class early tomorrow morning and maybe you were getting a little interested in going, when you heard some footsteps close to where you were.

There shouldn't have been too many people left in the gym at that time because closing time was at 8:00 p.m., so someone else must have gotten out of the shower to get their belongings just like you.

You decided to leave a few things in the locker for the next day's class, encouraging you a little more to leave the house a little earlier. Anyway, you knew Veronica would be there so you wouldn't be alone.

You pulled out the bag with the things you were going to take with you and closed the locker. You turned around to leave, when you finally realized who else had come in after you.

It was him. It was that man.

You had never met him in the evenings. He always left before seven o'clock so you never had the chance to meet him alone until that moment, when you stopped dead in front of him, your sneakers grinding against the floor as if you had braked violently at fifty kilometers per hour.

Your locker was all the way in the left corner of that room and it looked like his was a few spaces away from yours in the same direction, closer to the door.

His gaze lifted in your direction at the sound of your shoes and you had to squeeze your bag strap tightly over your shoulder, eating your embarrassment fiercely.

“Hey,” he spoke first and his voice was nothing like you had imagined.

It was incredibly better. His baritone tone, somewhat raspy and light, sounded like he didn't have a care in the world. The way he slightly curved his lips sent an electric sensation throughout your body. He had given you that smile before, but at that proximity it was a whole new experience. It seemed like your body began to vibrate on another frequency.

“How did you like the gym?”

“Uh?”

The man turned back to you, closing his locker almost at the same time and leaning his shoulder against it in the most smooth way you'd ever seen, handling his body with a confidence that almost made you feel intimidated.

“You're new here, aren't you?”

“Ah, yes,” you nodded slightly, again feeling that embarrassment make its way from your throat. “I've really liked the gym, I've felt very comfortable thankfully. And the monthly plans are very good, affordable.”

The man nodded attentively at your words, as you tried to keep your composure under his sharp gaze.

“I'm Bucky,” he suddenly introduced himself, stepping a little closer to where you stood.

“I'm Y/N,” you kept your voice steady as you raised your hand to meet his that had just extended in front of you at a safe distance. “A pleasure.”

“The pleasure's all mine,” Bucky gave your hand a good shake, causing things in your body that you were too embarrassed to admit. You didn't know if your cheeks could get flushed, but at that moment you felt like they looked cartoonish, vibrant red and hot. “And I'm glad to hear you're comfortable. I do my best to make my clients happy.”

“Oh…?”

Even though you felt spellbound under the piercing fierceness of those blue eyes, your ears were still working enough to allow your head to process what you'd heard.

“You're the owner?”

Bucky nodded and you wanted to hide your head in a hole for a moment.

So you'd been eye-fucking the owner of the gym? Hell, now that you thought about it more clearly, it could even be that this man was older than you, much older.

Oh no, the things you had to go through for not being a little more prudent. Good thing that embarrassing moment would only be in your head.

“And now that you know, you can drop any complaints or recommendations directly to me, if you want.”

You let out a short laugh, trying to cut through the awkwardness you felt inside as you realized the situation you were in.

“Sure, yeah, anything I need to tell you I'll do it personally.”

“Also if you want me to change something… give you something or do something, you can tell me.”

“Sure,” you nodded quickly, starting to move around him to get closer to the exit. Bucky wouldn't take his eyes off you. “Now I know I'm counting on you for anything…. From the gym, that is.”

Your awkward laugh died under his intense but amused gaze. Was he enjoying it?

“And you can talk to me, if you want too,” Bucky continued speaking as you completely surrounded him and now found yourself in the position he had been before, “not just watching me from afar.”

You were sure the blood had left your face by this time. Your level of embarrassment had gone over the edge and in that instant you didn't know how to do anything but look at him as if he had caught you in the middle of a crime. You tightened the strap of your bag while holding your breath as you noticed him moving a little closer towards you.

“It's not that it bothers me, don't go thinking that. It's just that… I'd like to get to know you a little more if that's possible.”

“Uhm…” you mumbled with a dry mouth, the reflection of the light in his blue eyes much clearer against the short distance between the two of you. You passed saliva with difficulty, shaking your head to answer him, “Yeah, sure. I'd like to know you too.”

You watched out of the corner of your eye as he nodded at your words, not making a move to get any closer. If that five-foot distance alone already felt like you were suffocating, you didn't want to imagine what it would be like to have him standing to the side or behind you explaining how to do some exercise even though you already knew how to do them all…

Shit.

“See you then, doll.”

He walked around you, walking away from that conversation and that tension like it was nothing, like a bomb hadn't just exploded in front of you. You couldn't even say anything goodbye to him, you didn't know in that instant how to move your mouth.

For a moment you felt so foolish for allowing yourself to show yourself in such a vulnerable way in front of a man… but, at the same time, so much had happened since the last time you had actively flirted with one of them (even though what you had done at that moment had been spitting words). You'd barely had a taste to remember what the adrenaline, excitement and anticipation of having a truly fun night was like… that you didn't plan on letting go.

Bucky had thrown you that rope and you were sure you were going to take it.

a/n: thank you for reading!! <3

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lon3lystarr · 10 months ago

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sugar sweet

•eddie munson x f!reader

•angst to fluff, “unrequited love”, both eddie and reader are seniors in high school, ik it’s march but let’s pretend that it’s still february!

•if you guys have any requests for certain characters to write about please let me know! i’ll do them, just remember it’ll be f!reader

As y/n felt the cold february air hitting her face, and anxiously waiting for the sound of the roaring engine of Eddie’s van she wondered how she’ll confess to the lanky metal head, the more she procrastinated to admit her feelings for him the more her heart shattered. Y/n has been friends with Eddie since middle school, she has seen him through his awkward, anxious stage of his life, y/n seen the moments where he was the most vulnerable, y/n knew all his strengths and weaknesses and still fell madly in love with him, seeing him grow into such a confident, carefree and loving man but…she felt like the best thing to do was to suppress all those childish feelings for him and continue growing the friendship they had, she felt like confessing to him would completely destroy everything and leave y/n with nothing.

Y/n dawned on how she’ll even tell him how much she loved him, she knew it’ll be sooner than later her emotions will get the best of her and she’ll slip up and tell him, it’s only a matter of time that she’ll see him falling in love with someone who isn’t her, and she hated how that made her stomach twist with disgust..it’s pretty selfish to feel like that but spending years yearning for someone you know will never feel the same way you do can make you this way. While y/n was deep in thought, she suddenly heard the booming engine of the beat up van coming towards her, feeling her heart racing with excitement and nervousness

“hey sweetheart, come in before you turn into an ice sculpture” Eddie said swinging the passenger door open from his seat, smile bright with a deep dimple sitting on his left cheek, y/n drank up the sight in front of her and made her way into the passenger seat and clicking her seat belt around her “are you ready for all the cringe couples tomorrow?” eddie said with a snicker “not at all, i don’t have the energy to see gross pda at 8am” y/n said while rolling her eyes “i know right, valentine’s day sucks” eddie said while pulling into the school’s parking lot “hey, luckily for us we can spend all day after school together wallowing in our lack of romance together” y/n said with a smile “you’re completely right sweetheart or maybe we can go on a-“ before eddie can finish his sentence jeff and gareth interrupted him with questions on the upcoming campaign they’re having on friday, leaving the words on the tip of eddie’s tongue and y/n curious on what he was trying to say but before they could’ve continued their conversation the bell rang, announcing that first period was starting, both eddie and y/n went their separate ways.

Y/n’s eyes kept shifting to the clock nailed to the old, washed out white walls of her biology classroom, each tap from her pen made her more and more eager for lunch, she just wanted to be in eddie’s presence, maybe it was her guilty pleasure but seeing his round brown eyes, pink full lips, brown fluffy hair and veiny ringed fingers became part of her school routine. while y/n mindlessly stared out the window the piercing sound of the lunch bell rang, making y/n rush out the door with her book bag hanging from her left shoulder to eddie’s classroom so they can walk together to lunch, while y/n spotted the messy brown locs leaning against his classroom doorway she quickened her pace but suddenly stopped…he was talking to jessica james, smiling and giggling together, she was the one girl who seemed to have everything that y/n didn’t and now it seemed like she was gonna take eddie as well, jealousy and anger hit y/n like a wave and she didn’t know what to do, she knew this day would come and knew that eddie will branch out and be with beautiful women who fit his aesthetic and personality but it just wasn’t fair, it didn’t feel right. y/n decided to just turn from the scene that was a few inches away from her and rush to an empty classroom to isolate herself and be with her thoughts..

at lunch y/n was nowhere to been seen nor found, one minute eddie was talking to jessica about how she’ll confess to his friend gareth and what gift she bought him then the next minute his girl was gone, vanished from thin air, he couldn’t shake the aching feeling in his chest, he felt like y/n’s absence was his fault, he felt like him not being able to finish the conversation with y/n that was rudely interrupted was the reason why y/n wasn’t there. he knew he needed to fix this, someway somehow, he knew he needed to finally confess his love for her even if he has to scream from the tallest mountain on earth his undying love for her he will do it as many times he needed to. he couldn’t let the tired-less nights of him building up the confidence to tell her how much he loved her go to waste, he couldn’t let the deep conversations he had with his uncle wayne go to waste, he knew he needed to confess but he has to wait until dismissal where him and y/n would be together and away from nosy eyes, he just needed to wait a few more hours…

y/n didn’t ride with eddie after dismissal, she couldn’t…not after seeing her eddie with someone else, not after seeing him and jessica being so touchy with each other. y/n tried her hardest to distract her from the heavy pain in her heart, she did her homework, she cleaned the house from top to bottom, she went grocery shopping for her mom, she did her self care but still, as night fell and the rest of the world was asleep y/n stayed up, tired eyes glued to her ceiling and the aching feeling still very present and painful on her heart, she knew it was selfish to ignore and isolate herself from eddie but she just couldn’t face him, she couldn’t handle him leaving and falling in love with someone else. as poisonous thoughts kept her up she heard a soft knock at her window, her heart dropped to her stomach because she just knew it was eddie, y/n stayed still for a second then heard another soft knock at her window then a wobbly voice saying “please y/n can we talk” after hearing this she immediately got up and opened her window, her reddish eyes meeting the sad brown doe eyes of eddie “sweetheart please tell me why you’re ignoring me, please tell me i can’t handle my girl being angry with me, i can’t stomach it” eddie said with a deep frown permanently painted on his lips “eddie it’s nothing, i just been feeling a little down and just felt like the best thing to do is isolate myself” y/n explained while her hands softly rubbed again his leather covered arms, the sound of him calling her “my girl” made her stomach feel the familiarfeeling of butterflies erupting “can you tell me what’s been making you sad? is it me? i promise i can fix it just please tell me” eddie pleaded for y/n to open up, even just a little bit “i just think that tomorrow is a day that seems to always curse me, it’s so depressing being in love with someone so deeply just for them to barley acknowledge how much pain they cause. i hate seeing people being able to confess and openly admit their love for someone and i can’t.” y/n explained, her eyes closed due to frustration and her voice wobbling with sadness “i know this is going to sound selfish but i can’t keep it to myself anymore, eddie please tell me you’re in love with jessica so i can finally move on, i can’t keep having this aching feeling in my chest anymore ” y/n said, the tears finally spilling from her tired eyes. the room fell silent, the tension grew drastically and it felt suffocating to y/n, for the first time she didn’t know what he was thinking and that made her anxious but suddenly his soft voice filled the stilled air “sweetheart, you will never hear those words come out of my mouth because it’s not true, she isn’t the one i’m in love with. she isn’t the one i wanted to ask out on so many dates but chickened out, she isn’t the one i dream about, the one i cherish, the one i’ll bleed for, the one i see myself marrying one day. she’s not her, the only one i see anything with is you and only you.”

y/n heard the sincerely in his voice, she seen the love and tenderness he had in his eyes, she felt how much his words really meant and knew he spoke the truth and nothing but the truth, y/n finally knew her heart belonged to him and his to her and she absolutely loved it. y/n couldn’t contain the happiness she felt and smashed her lips onto his, something she always wondered and always wanted, and finally having it felt way better than any imagination she created. eddie kissed her back, smiling so wide from joy, he got his girl, finally

“i love you sweetheart”

“i love you too eddie”

#eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #angst with a happy ending #fluff

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