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axeoverblade · 11 months

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Celoso

Earth 1610 Miles x fem! reader

Synopsis! Miles cut ties with you, his best friend of nearly ten years, when he decided to not so kindly tell you the way you felt about him was how he felt about Gwen. Now weeks later when you show up with a new guy, he couldn’t help but feel a covetous pit of envy burrowing deep inside his body.

MASTERLIST

Genre: angst(? not really), suggestive bits

Warnings: Mature!, foul language, toxic on every end, mentions of cheating

Word count: 2k

Authors commment: unedited and poorly written scrap fic from a while ago but I really liked this piece of it so I’m publishing it. One shot no second part. Enjoy <3

It had been months since Miles had spoken to you. His parents were concerned. They kept asking where you were, Miles would just sigh and say you had been busy.

I mean it wasn't his fault, he just didn't feel the same way you felt. Why was he being punished for that, for liking Gwen instead of you? Granted, he could’ve been a little nicer in his delivery. Who was he kidding, he could’ve been a hell of a lot nicer, but it was too far gone to change it now.

You just wouldn't get it. You have been his best friend since infancy. With you everything felt familiar, safe even. But with Gwen, he felt alive. Why was that so wrong, why wasn’t he allowed to be happy with who he wanted to be with?

He continued living his life as usual as he could make it. Still saving New York, still being Spiderman, still being Miles, just as life would be if he never met you. The ordinary.

Something that wasn't ordinary, was Gwen visiting. His dads party was happening, and even though he had just gotten into a big fight with his parents, he still wanted to go up and introduce her.

It didnt take long for Mrs.Morales to hate Gwen. Rio was furious, I mean the girl had the nerve to call her by her first name! You would never do that. Plus this girl looked old enough to vote.

This was not someone Miles should be hanging out with, especially over you.

So Rio took it upon herself to invite you. She hadn't seen you in a long time anyway, so she missed “the daughter she never had”. Knowing Miles would have to see you and eventually fix whatever happened between the two of you was just a bonus.

…

When you walked through the door to the roof a little while after she sent you that text, Rio squealed with delight.

“Jeff, papi mira! It’s Y/n” she saw a gift in your hand, something Gwen did not bring. “Ah! Y/n Mija! ¡Es muy bueno verte! Cómo está?” “Good Mrs.Morales, thank you for asking. How have you been? Sorry for not visiting, I've been busy.” “nonsense chiquita, I’m so happy you could make it, venir, venir! Come say hi! Everyone has missed you!” You gave a curt nod, preparing yourself for all the questions from the big familia and more importantly, seeing Miles.

Rio paused, seeing a tall, attractive, dark skin boy with dreads behind you, holding your hand. She looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, “Quién es ese” you pretended not to hear her, instead walking next to him behind her as she went further into the party.

After a couple of minutes of reuniting with all of the family, you saw Jeff and gave him his present. He thanked you, “Hey you know the girl Miles is with?” You looked around, still not seeing him. You shook your head no.

Jeff noticed the boy you were with was now holding your waist with one hand, standing next you. He side eyed him questionably. Jeff could’ve sworn you would only let Miles hold you like this, hating intimate acts physical touch from anyone but his son. Who was this guy who had won you over?

“Miles,” Rio paused looking at Gwen, “and uh you too I guess, Guess whos here! Come say hi! ” Rio told miles, pulling him with Gwen following over to whoever his mom wanted him to see. “Whos here mami-” He was cut off by the sight of Y/n talking to his father, and some random-, holding your waist?

He furrowed his eyebrows, who in the hell is that?

“Ay! Y/n look who!” Rio pushed her son forward so you could see him. He looked back displeased at his moms antics before turning to face you. Miles stared at you awkwardly, “Uh, hey.” You nodded at him with pursed lips.

The girl you had seen in all the drawings appeared next to him, no doubt this was girl he liked instead of you.“Uh-Hi! I'm Gwen!” She stuck her hand out, you looked at it before just nodding, causing her to drop her hand embarrassed, “Y/n”.

Rio smirked, happy you didn't like her either.

“So who are you?” Miles asked looking at the guy holding your waist, a little more aggressive in his tone than he needed to be. Miles watched as the guy raised an eyebrow mockingly at Miles. “Dre, nice to meet you”. Dre stuck his hand out, Miles to look him up and down ignoring the gesture. Dre dropped his hand, smirking lousily at Miles' expression.

Miles couldn't help but notice Dre was about an inch taller than him.

He didnt like that.

“Um, so how do you two know each other?” Gwen asked, looking between you and dre.

“I'm her boyfriend”

Miles unconsciously pulled his head into his neck, making the most aggressive stank face known to man. “Since when” he scowled, trying to hide the attitude in his voice. He wasn’t hiding it very well. Dre responded for you, “few weeks ago, why?”.

“huh” miles nodded ignoring the question, clearly annoyed. Dre kissed your shoulder, smirking harder, almost a full blown grin making its way to his face at miles expression. Miles's spider senses involuntarily made him aware of your heartbeat speeding up as you blushed, slightly giggling to yourself.

Miles had no clue why this bothered him so much. I mean he was right next to Gwen, the girl of his dreams. You being with this wannabe Luka Sabbat really shouldn't have bothered him so much. And why was your heart beating so quick from him kissing your shoulder? You didnt actually like this bum for real did you?

Feeling Miles prying eyes, you looked at him skeptically before turning to dre. “Well-uh we better get going before were late. Congrats Captain Morales,” you looked at Jeff and smiled lightly. “Um nice to meet you Gwen,” she nodded, grinning nicely. You turned to Rio “it's always nice to see you Mrs.Morales, contact me if ever need help with anything.” “Yes mija. Thank you for stopping by.” You finally turned to Miles,

“Miles”

“Y/n”

Gwen stared between the two of you confused. What was that?

tap! tap! tap!

You groaned at the sound coming from your window. Covering your head with her blanket trying to ignore the noise, you pretended to be asleep.

The taps soon turned to knocks causing you to groan louder “Dre hold on I heard you” you got up begrudgingly leaving the comfort of your bed to open the window.

“-oh, it's you." Opening the glass surprised, you allowed Miles in. Miles stared you up and down, taking note of the fact you were in nothing but a big tee, a big tee he had never seen before.

“Why is he coming to your room through the window?” He questioned, towering over you. “Miles what are you talking about?-”. “You thought it was Dre at your window right? No te hagas la mudo y/n. Why is he coming through your window, especially this late at night.”

“I dont see how that is any of your concern. We havent spoken in weeks and you wanna pretend you care what's going on in my life, on my time? Nah, that's not how that works.” Miles scoffed. “Whos shirt is that y/n- cause I know it's not yours.” “Its Dre’s, but that none of your business-” “What is he? Some rebound?” He laughed sardonically. “I mean there's no way you even really like the dude, you just liked me!” You scoffed, “Not everything is about you miles, this has nothing to do with you, I moved on.” he looked at you “Estás mintiendo”. “Oh yea? What makes you think that huh? Y-you think i'm so stuck on you that i can't move on from- what? Some stupid crush on you? Get over yourself Miles-” “tu latido” he whispered. “What?” “Your heartbeat y/n, I know you're lying ‘cause your heartbeat.” You looked at him blanky, hiding the shock in your face as he stepped closer to you, leaving a small gap between you two.

“I can feel it, Sé tú mi amas.”

He gently grabbed your neck, leaning down to kiss you. Your eyes widened before closing. Embracing the moment, you wrapped your arms around Miles' neck. Your mouth parted slightly, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Feeling your knees buckle, Miles took his free hand and placed it on your backside, effectively stabilizing you. He could sense you, all of you.

Your heart was beating the fastest it ever had. He could feel your chest rising and falling as you struggled to breathe through your nose. Your pheromones were at their strongest. He smirked into the kiss, loving the effect he had on you.

This is wrong. You had a boyfriend, sure only for only about a month but you did still have one. And you were cheating on him with Miles of all people. Your lips shouldn’t have fit together like puzzle pieces, chest rising and falling at the same time with your hearts beating in sync. It was natural, like you were meant for each other.

But he wasn’t yours and you weren’t his.

You knew you should stop. You should end this before it got too far, before it got to a point beyond something an apology could fix.

But if this was so wrong,

¿Por qué se sintió tan bien?

You sat on your bed anxiously, zoned out at staring at the ceiling. It had been two days since the…incident.

Miles' tongue fought for dominance with yours. He guided you over to your bed, hands roaming all over you body needingly. You slightly tripped falling back onto the edge of the mattress, still kissing him passionately as he leaned over you. He stabilized himself putting his knee between your legs, placing his hands on either side of you. Your hands were woven into his curls, slightly pulling on them causing him to groan in the kiss. His tongue won, exploring your mouth as it pleased.

ring! ring! ring!

You pulled away from miles, a string of saliva visibly attaching the two of you as you moved further away. You breathed heavily as you looked at the user ID calling you.

DREBAE<3 is calling!

…

answer-decline

You stared at the phone wide eyed. From your expression Miles knew exactly who had called you. “no respondas eso y/n.” Miles said sternly, so close you could feel his breath tickling your neck. The way he said it seemed less like a statement and more like an ultimatum. You looked up at Miles, your chest rising and falling quickly.

“...Hello baby?” you said as you put it on speaker staring at Miles, still trying to catch your breath. Miles scoffed looking at you, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Hey mami” Miles looked at the phone in your hand with pure disgust. Who did this guy think he was giving you that nickname? Did he even speak spanish? “I need you, real bad” Dre said breathily through the phone, causing your eyes to go wider than they already were. Miles however, became very irritated. Who in the hell did this guy think he was? And why haven’t you hung up the phone yet?

Miles quickly got up, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. It was clear who your choice was. He scoffed, walking back over to your window . To him it didn’t matter what he said you to a few months ago, that he chose someone else over you. Or the fact you had a boyfriend who had every right to call you.

It was the fact it was only you and him right now, and you didn’t choose him. He suddenly felt the feeling you must’ve experienced when he did this to you. And damn did it hurt.

Miles stared at your figure, an unreadable look in his eye. Going back through your window with one last glance at you, he shut it with a slam. “What was that baby?” Dre asked through the phone.

“uhm.. Just the wind I think.”

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c.leclerc x female reader (no y/n, soulmates au) word count: 4.3k a/n: my first f1 fic 🫣 be gentle i'm new here

Can we talk later?

You mill over the text, shaken, unprepared for the what are we conversation just yet, planning on living in the climate-controlled artificial relationship ecosystem for just a while longer. You write out an answer, delete, rewrite until the words don’t look like words and your fingers tap the wrong keys, delete again, set your phone face down on the arm of the couch. Chewing on it for a few more minutes, you attempt to play out the conversation in your mind, pausing here, clipping that short, slowing that down, and then your phone is in your hand again.

You wonder if his phone sits deep in his pocket, buried somewhere in a bag, in his hand while he anxiously watches the typing bubbles appear, disappear, appear again. Maybe he’s as anxious as you, horrified, mortified, all the other -fieds at the thought of a label corrupting this, at the thought of rules and expectations and external opinions.

You can plan it out as many times as you want, you’re always going to get stumped, because, well, you have no fucking idea what you and he are. You’re friends, best friends, the exchange of knowing glances, soulmates, a familiar laughter, strangers, a fading fire, nobody knows. Why, why must this conversation be had? You’re having fun, it’s fact, unwavering and unrelenting fun. Keep on, keeping on, just for now, until things aren’t so fun, and then the serious conversations can be had.

You can’t tell him no, refusing to have the talk would be worse than anything that could possibly come from actually sorting this situation out, from deciding whether or not this version of you will live on, or if it’s time they get buried, locked away far from your mind, replaced by someone new.

Yes, you eventually reply. Dinner, my place?

There’s a pit in your stomach because you still don’t know what you’re going to do, what you’ll say, what your relationship is. His career, his lifestyle, it’s so, so different from yours. He’s home now, but he'll be gone soon, gone a lot, and you can’t just drop everything to follow him around, and you wouldn’t want to. You have no interest in every single move you make being talked about, photographed and scandalized. When you have a bad day, you don’t need the world to know, and when you have a good day, you don’t want to feel obligated to share it with anyone you don’t want to.

He makes you happy, there’s no denying that, and you’re pretty sure he feels the same way, but you’ve been happy before. You’d be happy again, a simple happy, a regular happy. Is he really worth all that?

He’s knocking on the door at seven sharp, bottle of red in one hand, flowers in the other. You blush, because it’s the first time he’s personally delivered you flowers, and he makes fun of you for it, says you’re too easy to please with a cocky grin on his smug face. He asks you to be his girlfriend over the pasta dinner. You say yes, pretend you never had a single doubt, kiss him in the lamp lit living room.

You meet his family in Monaco. It’s your first time on the paddock, first time at an F1 race, and you pick anxiously at your cuticles the entire walk there. You’ve been planning your outfit out for a week, and yet still changed five times this morning. You would’ve kept going, but you were going to be late. You check your purse a million times, terrified that you’re going to forget something. They come up to you in Ferrari hospitality and introduce themselves. His mom is kind and respectful, and hugs you tight. His brothers remind you of him, same laugh, same mannerisms, same sense of humor. “She’s a keeper.” Arthur tells Charles that evening as you all leave the track. He nods, agrees, pulls you a little closer.

You move in together a few months after that, and find yourself explaining the intimate details of the past situationship to your mother over the phone. She’s just looking out for you, curious as to the stranger from another country that will be living with her daughter after only a few months of dating. She was expecting to hear that you’d been fucking for six and a half months before making the jump to boyfriend and girlfriend, but you weren’t expecting her to be so incredibly investigative. “He’s famous, Ma.” You’d told her.

“So if he kills you, I’ll see it on the news before I hear it from the police.” You laughed. She didn’t, and you promised to be out to meet her as soon as you could. You and Charles booked the flights over FaceTime that night.

Your parents had always held out hope you’d move back home, get tired of Monaco and all its pomp and circumstance and come crawling back to a twin bed in the land of dull beige apartments and gray skies. Charles impressing them was going to be twice as hard as it should’ve been, because the mere existence of your relationship was crushing their dreams for their little girl. He is an anchor, holding you steady in Monaco, stationary and happy and far, far away from them.

He’s him, though, so all he had to do was flash those endearing eyes and that charming smile and they were calling him their son-in-law by the time we were eating dinner in the swankiest restaurant your hometown had to offer. You didn’t know it then, but he sat on the porch with your dad one morning and said he wanted to marry you. “Of course, you do.” Your Dad had said. “For your sake, I hope she wants to marry you.”

You did–want to marry him, and you danced with your friends and family into the morning on that summer evening, the air perfectly warm, the sun perfectly shining, a wedding band perfectly sat on your finger. It was the single most fun evening you’d ever had, celebrating the love you have for your husband.

It takes a while to get used to that. Your husband, Charles.

“We’re not, not trying.” He told your grandchildren hungry parents at Christmas. You were mortified, wishing you could curl up into your own skin at the thought of your parents, especially your father, knowing exactly what’s happening in your sex life. It’s a year and three months to the day when they’re at your house in Monaco. You’re on the couch, raggedy pajamas and hair that hasn’t been brushed in three days, minimum, watching Charles carefully place your Mother’s littlest grandchild into her arms. He’s a month old, your son, and it seems like he’s already so big, but when you see him in your Mom’s arms, tiny wool socks slipping off his feet, you’re reminded just how small and dependant he is on you, both of you, to keep him safe from even his own fingernails.

If you thought keeping mittens on the kid or waking up in the middle of the night to make sure his chest is still rising and falling was touch, nothing could’ve prepared you for that little shit learning how to open the babyproofed kitchen cabinets. The terrible twos were indeed, terrible. So terrible, that you’d decided hey, let’s do this again. Dragging yourself to those home races was anxious then, but now you’re chasing around a two year old, hoping and praying he doesn’t say anything or eat anything or, God forbid, break anything.

Somewhere in the mess of it all, Charles was having his best season. The championship was so close he could taste it, and you made sure you were there, front and center, cheering him on when he finally achieved his dream. ‘It’s for my Father, and for Jules, and for my kids.” He’d said, teary eyed. He didn’t need to dedicate it to you, he never needed to prove anything to you, to show you his greatness. You loved him as he was, world champion or not, but you still hugged him with all your might in the middle of the track, still kissed him like there were no cameras and no people watching, because, for that immortalized moment in time, nobody was there but you and him.

He smelled like champagne for three days, and you’re not sure you’ll ever bounce back from the celebrations that night, a permanent hangover and a queasy stomach at the mere mention of a top shelf tequila that shall not be named lingers on for years to come. Everything was perfect, though, and it was all so worth it. Two parents in love, chasing their dreams, a big house on a hill, a little boy and a tiny girl with the world at their fingertips. Your little family was so cliché it hurt.

Before you knew it, you’re dropping your boy off at his first day of school, and you’re pretending not to cry while Charles laughs sweetly, wiping the salt from your face with the pads of his thumbs. He’s gone racing, and you’re splitting your already short time between this afterschool activity and that. When he’s home, he tries to shoulder as much of it as he can, and sometimes it feels like you kiss each other goodmorning and don’t see the other until you kiss again goodnight.

Charles retires when the kids are eleven and eight. They understand, but they don’t. Their father is just their father to them, they can’t yet wrap their heads around the true passion he has for racing, the way it courses through his veins and occupies any free space in his mind, They don’t understand what it’s like to love something so purely, to know it’s what you were put on this Earth to do, not yet.

It gets easier, for a while. There’s an adjustment period, and then you slip into a new routine, one where he tells the kids goodnight, and goes to sleep a few hours later rather than calling from somewhere else in the world and still having a million hours left in his day.

The kids only get older, though, and their lives just get bigger, there’s more responsibility to shoulder, more things that need to get done. They develop new hobbies, add new sports practices and clubs and events to your already chaotic schedule. You’re tired, like, all of the time, and fight more than you ever did before. “I didn’t even want to be with you in the first place.” You said once, in the middle of your messiest argument. You two didn’t speak for three days, no hello, no goodbye, no tired small talk about your days or arguments about spending time with certain kids. On the third night, he slept on the couch and it felt like he had never been farther away. You made up the next morning.

At least, you told yourselves you made up. It only took a few days to slide back into the same stuff, hanging on by a single thread until a new fight came along to be the messiest one. You both tried to keep it quiet, hide it from the kids and your family and your friends, let everyone go on believing you were this perfect couple with this perfect life and perfect family. Nobody needed to know your relationship was going through the wringer each and every day, and you were convinced nobody was the wiser. “Are you and Dad going to divorce?” Your sweet little boy, the one who was now three inches taller than you, asked as you dropped him off for his first day at a new school.

You called off work and went straight home, waited for Charles to get back from dropping off the younger one, and were crying on the couch when he got home. The two of you talked until it was time to pick them up, and then you talked some more in the privacy of your room when you got back. It was the first time in a long time you actually talked to each other. You’d spent years speaking at each other, losing yourselves, losing each other, losing everything that mattered.

“Your parents are so in love,” Your boy’s girlfriend–yes, he has a girlfriend now–said at his little sister’s graduation party. In a few short months, you’re going to be empty nesters, and Charles is taking it particularly hard. He feels like he’s missed out on too much, that his relationship with the kids will never be what yours is. You try your best to comfort him, but you both know he’s right. You weren’t the only ones who made sacrifices for Charles to chase his dream, the kids were forced to share their father with the world, whether they liked it or not.

Charles was an emotional wreck the weekend of your little girl’s wedding. From start to finish, he was moments away from shedding a swimming pool’s worth of tears. He was so happy to see her so happy, and it was bittersweet for him, giving his little girl away, knowing that she didn’t need him anymore. He understood now what your father had meant all those years ago, that it was impossible not to love her, and that anybody lucky enough to be loved should never take advantage of it for even a moment. You danced together at the reception, laughing and reminiscing about your own. You’d asked, jokingly, if he regretted marrying you. “Never.” He said, without elaboration or grand gesture, and you knew he meant it, despite the challenges you’d faced together.

Before you knew it, there was another Charles running around the house, laughing that sweet belly laugh and harboring all the innocence of the world in his big doe eyes. You’ll never be able to explain to anyone how much that meant for Charles, a grandson named after him. It was as if every doubt and insecurity he’d had about raising your kids was silenced. As if you son was telling him, you built me, Dad, thank you

The years faded into each other, both of you graying and aging with an optimistic grace. Your kids threw you a surprise 40th anniversary party, and you thought it was impossible to feel so surrounded by love. You danced to your wedding song, resting your head on his shoulder like you had all those years ago, laughing at his stupid jokes and silently reflecting on everything that got you here. It was never easy, it was never going to be, but it was so worth it, to love him and be loved by him.

And when your memory started to escape you, when you searched for a younger version of him in every room, he stayed by your side as a stranger. In a moment of clarity, ones that were becoming fewer and further between, you’d asked him to promise you something. “Let me go first.” You pleaded, feeling all the weight of a life without him, knowing that if he dies before you, you’ll forget he was gone and be forced to relive the sorrow over and over again.

As your breathing slowed and the sounds of the world faced away, his hand stayed on yours. It’s only a matter of time, now. You’ll be gone soon, leaving behind the wonderful life you’ve created. “Wait for me wherever you go, mon ange.” He whispers in the stillness of the hospital room. “I will find you again.”

– – – –

You see him for the first time at a café. You’re sixteen and don’t even like coffee, but your best friend is dragging you in. He’s working behind the counter, flustered and busy, running around mixing drinks and taking orders. "Que voulez-vous commander madame?” He asked your friend, and she ordered. “Et vous?” I don’t drink coffee, you told him. He smiled, goofy, something familiar in his eyes. You noted his nametag, carefully drawn on with a chalk marker. Charles.

He calls out your friend's name a few minutes after, and sets two drinks down on the counter. Her name is written messily on one, his phone number on the other.

You spend the next month stopping by the shop randomly. Sometimes he isn’t there, but when he is, he makes you a different drink every time, his number scribbled on the side without fail. It takes the whole month before you’re convinced to actually call him, and he doesn’t answer. You leave a message.

Your first date is the weekend, coffee in the morning. Because, of course it is. He pulls out your chair on the patio of the small shop and the first date turns into a second, lunch in the park, and then a third, dinner at your favorite restaurant. Not once do you run out of things to talk about, something vast and unfamiliar and welcoming about him. In the silent moments there is solace, warm and comfortable, like you’ve known each other your whole lives.

Nobody believes in your relationship, not really. You’re fighting the odds from the time you decide you’re not going to break up before going to university. Everytime you catch up with friends from home, they seem surprised to learn you’re still together. Family whispers, tells you it’s not going to last, that you should prepare yourself. But you and he know something nobody else does, acutely aware of the draw and connection you share. A once in a lifetime, once in a millenia, once upon a time love story written just for the two of you.

When you graduated, a cheap, shiny engagement ring on your finger, he was watching with a proud smile and a bouquet of flowers. You went home together, to your dumpy little apartment, paid for by your waitress shifts and his hours at the café. He cooked dinner, you ate off paper plates in the living room and made infinite, optimistic plans for your futures.

You could dream far and wide, but when it came down to it, anything would be heaven if he was there. Cheap dingy apartment and barely paying jobs felt like the lap of luxury with him by your side.

This time though, your story is much more tragic. Lovers fated for a John Green novel, a manic pixie dream girl to live on in montages on tiny phone screens, destined to be someone he thinks of in dark lonely rooms or when someone doesn’t answer his call.

He realizes a year and a half after the abrupt end to your story that he can’t remember your voice, your laugh, your smell. He spends the day watching videos of you, re-memorizing the way you spoke, your mannerisms, you. He’s moved out of the apartment, and your parents have all your things in boxes in their attic. He drives into the early morning, stopping once to use the bathroom, nothing more. When your Dad opens the door in the middle of the night, he gives Charles a heavy hug and leads him to the attic. It’s there, under the A-frame roof, amongst the humid air and cobwebs that you are immortalized. Beyond the dust is everything that made you, you. Forever young and hopeful and in love.

In a cardboard box labeled your room, corners dark and misshapen, he finds a stack of disposable coffee cups, familiar label printed on the cleaned cups, familiar number scribbled on each one with the haste of a seventeen year old boy’s black sharpie. He had no idea you’d kept them, the stupid advances of a shy boy enamored with the pretty girl.

He moved forward, somehow, sometime later. But, he never moved on, looking for your smile, your sense of humor, your heart, in everyone who followed.

– – – –

The next lifetime is spent platonically, a lifelong companionship that nobody else could ever fully understand. You were old souls, cherishing the minute details of the world and longing for something simpler. There was no longing, or waiting to meet. You’d known him for as long as you could remember.

He was a brother, without the blood. Charles the comedic protector, walking on the outside of the sidewalk and then promising to use you as a human shield, a plus one to a wedding when your boyfriend dumped you the night before then did the chicken dance in front of strangers just to get an embarrassed laugh out of you. Charles, who walked so you could run, who jumped to make sure you wouldn’t fall, who held you back so he could throw the punches.

When you met his wife for the first time, then barely his girlfriend, you’d made him promise not to fuck it up. “She’s too good for you, Cha.” You’d told him, because it was true.

When she put you in a purple chiffon cupcake dress at their wedding, he struggled to bite back laughter while you walked down the aisle. You flipped him off with your eyes and he looked to Arthur, who was cracking up beside him.

“He looks just like his Dad,” She said, holding your son in the hospital. Thank God for that, Charles said, and she smacked his arm.

“We can only hope yours doesn’t suffer the same fate.” You said, a smug expression on your tired face.

He went first this time, a million years later. You held her hand at the funeral and kissed the boys’ cheeks, tears pricking your nose when their grip on you tightened.

There was comfort in the grief, something sure and steady in you, this wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last.

– – – –

Yes. Dinner, my place?

He gets there at seven, wine and flowers in hand. Your heart sinks and you’re ready to have a panic attack. You can’t do this to him, he’s too sweet, too kind. He leaves your apartment an hour and a half later, and you cry for what feels like the entire night. The flowers are in the trash the next morning, because you can’t bear to look at them.

“Do we have to watch this?” You asked, sitting on the couch next to your boyfriend. I thought you liked it, he’d said. There was nothing you wanted to watch less than Charles winning his first World Championship, watching him celebrate on the podium, kissing his girlfriend for the whole world to see. You didn’t know how you were supposed to feel, it was a combination of ache, longing, joy, and pride. None of which were your place to be feeling. “Just, turn it off, please?”

You threw up three times on your wedding day. Something was wrong, you knew deep down that you were making a mistake, but you didn’t have the resources or the balls to do anything about it. You knew you’d be happy, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something better was out there somewhere, that your soulmate was walking–or driving–around somewhere in the world. You went through with it though, never knowing for sure the reason behind your tears at the altar.

Things were good, until they weren’t anymore, and you find yourself in the aftermath of a messy divorce and a messier custody battle. You live back in your hometown, the one you swore you’d never live in again, in a beige apartment that doesn’t belong to you. It’s all you can afford, and you need your parents' help with the kids. Not that you found yourself with much time to look back on your life, but when you did, it wasn’t the sunshine, roses, and simple happiness you’d aimed for when you opted down this path years ago. You found yourself wondering, more often than you’d like to admit, about what could have been, about what almost was.

Your son, because the universe is sick and twisted and determined, decides he wants to be a Formula One driver. He must get it from his father, the drive to chase his dreams, because it certainly didn’t come from you and your desire to settle for something simple and regular.

You don’t know how you manage it, the financial aspect of what feels like the most expensive dream in the world, but you do. Before you know it, your leg is anxiously bouncing for what feels like nine straight months. Watching him drive horrifies you, leaves you shaky and exhausted even when everything goes right, but especially when anything at all goes wrong.

Your name on his lips is startling. You vaguely recognize it, turning to a familiar face that matches the maturity of the voice. It’s him, because who else would it be? “Charles?” You say, and you feel twenty-something and insanely vulnerable again.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“My boy.” You explained.

“And, his father?” He asked, something strained in his voice. Hope, maybe. Or boredom. You don’t know him the way you once did, and he’s even more closed off than before.

“What about him?”

“Is he here?” He said, hanging, something unsaid stuck on his tongue. You gave him the room to speak. “With you?”

You shook your head. “He’s here, but. We’re. I’m divorced.” You admit, something about it still sounds so taboo, so scandalous. Like it’s something you should be ashamed of. “You?”

“Widowed.” He said, and you inhaled sharply.

“What was her name?” You don’t know why you said it, but it was coming out of your mouth before you could catch yourself, before you could express your sympathy. He told you. You’d never heard a name sound so sad. “I’m so sorry, Charles.” He swatted your words away, shook his head. “What was she like?” His face brightened, like nobody had ever asked what she was like. It was as if he had been desperately waiting to tell someone about her.

He smiled, thought about it for what felt like a hundred laps. Quietly, practically under his breath, he spoke something you were completely unprepared to hear. “You,” He said. “She was a lot like you.”

<3, mack. hope you enjoyed, if you did, please don't be a ghost reader!

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CPC EPILOGUE

One last...One last review...before...*gasp for air*...it all fall into the pit of daily pass...*dramatically fall into the ground*

ALL THOSE CHAPTERS. Those were some damn rollercoasters. And yet with everything we've been through, we're finally here...

Let's get right into it

JACK FINALLY REUNITING WITH LEELATHAE!! Relationship goal fr <3 This whole Leelathae portrait stuff is actually making me curious about some things. For instance like, does Leelathe still sleep? I mean, she's pretty much a spirit now, right? Does she still do daily human acitivities, or does she roam around the castle all day?

It's awesome to see what the pastel siblings are doing now! :D

First of all, Lorena definitely deserve that A+++++. No questions asked. Hopefully this can make up for her whole grade, considering she said she has never gotten an A in her entire life XD

I love how Maria is becoming really ambitious towards her dream!

And Gwen bonding with her mom's side of the family <3 That is simply so sweet. It looks like Jamie love those food XD I wonder what are the recipes for those dishes.

Also pretty curious what those little beads are! I assume they are berries?

Jamie and Leopold creating lots of paintings so Leelathae can venture around!! Since Leelathae can also visit dreams, do you think she visits each of her children's dream every night?

Old guard name reveal HECK YEAH!! I've been waiting for that. So happy he got all those recognitions and promotion!!

And Becket getting demoted lmaoo

Is it rude for me to say that with what Beckett did before the invasion (ignore Frederick), and how he immediately decided to confess to Maria without any consideration for the room, he kindaa had it coming? xd I get that he was excited but don't just do that man.

Just wanted to say I absolutely love Lorena's outfit in this panel! Between all of the pastel siblings, her fashion style has always been my favorite. VOTE QUEEN LORENA WOOOOO!!!!

Everyone's getting their appreciations like they deserve!! I'm happy for everyone.

FREDERICK FINALLY GETTING THE RECOGNITION, THE APPRECIATION, AND THE PROUDNESS HE DESERVE!! I'M SO PROUD OF HIM EVERYONE LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT THE BOY.

The Cursed Princess Club!! Everyone may have a hard time accepting them at first but they always have their family and friends' back <3 Love how Tori is just "CLAP YOU HEATHENS" Lmao XD

Also the fact that Whitney is just standing there so awkwardly :') he looks like the standing emoji.

Welp, out of the town and to the prison we go~

Leland not getting any visitors in the prison is honestly a really good punishment; a painful one too. How we see in the last chapters about how he realized that Jack actually love him and he has a breakdown, Isolde's speech to him about what else could he possible want, realizing that this whole time he has had everything. And now he's rotting in jail losing everything he once had. All because of envy and hatred. Just because he wasn't satisfied until he could see the man he once love the most suffer. Emotionally, that's really fucking painful.

Out of the prison we go~

So, Pizza exist in the CPC universe? XD That's not supposed to be surprising but I was taken aback for some reason. I guess CPC is set after the 18th century, then!

I can imagine it already. With Suzie moving to the Pastel Kingdom, Lorena will definitely hang out with her almost everyday. Them sparring and eating at a cafe in their free time <3 Sometimes Lance would join too :] They would share notes!!

FINALLY THEY STOLE THE PORTRAIT BACK!! I wonder where they will hang it up? Maybe at the Cpc? Or at the Pastel Palace?

Jack declaring the cpc's forest as a protected place is so damn awesome like, he cares about his daughter's friends!! ALSO THE SPIDER TALKING ABOUT NEWEST MEMBER?? I wonder who...

This panel is everything for me.

BENEDICT IS SO DAMN DEVOTED WHAT??? BRO He tricked the sea cucumber to curse him so he can find his lover!!! (This sounds so confusing out of context lmao) TRUE RELATIONSHIP GOAL.

BLAQUELYN LOOKS SO PRETTY???? I LOVE HER FASHION STYLE SO MUCH!! She rocks that outfit fr!! But Greyden 💀 Deep down I'm still wondering how very little of his hair could make a whole damn coat..

GUYS. GUYS IT'S HAPPENING. EVERYBODY STAY CALM

NELL AND JOLIE WEDDING LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO

Holy shit. First of all another point about the outfits cause I loveee observing everyone's outfit!! Their wedding dress is absolutely!! Pretty!!! The details Lambcat put is amazing. I can see that Jolie's wearing high heels, so can we assume she and Nell has the same height? Absolutely adore how Jolie's dress has ruffles look while Nell's more silky!!

The wedding's decoration is totally magical too!! It looks so majestic and angelic.

Celso and Aurelia is a couple I would never expect but honestly? I'm not complaining. Imagine their date is them sitting at a cafe right at the window seats, watching people outside while roasting each one of them <3 Dream date fr

I do hope it's true love though because if not, R.I.P Celso XD

Holy shit.. EVERYONE PLEASE, ALLOW ME TO MAKE YET ANOTHER FASHION REVIEW. BECAUSE GOODNESS GRACIOUS THIS DRESS IS MAKING ME SWOON. OKAY DAMN YOU GO MARIA YOU GO. First of all the blue fabric looks so metallic, I love that!! The light blue glittery ruffles with little pearls on its edges are also gorgeous. I love the lace necklace complimenting the dress and especially, I fricking love the blue transculent fabric on her arms!!! She looks so graceful.

She got noticed by her idol!!! That is so dang amazing. How she looks in the album cover is also just, woah.

Blaine buddy you cannot just do that. You cannot just. No. Please I'm begging you, reunite with your family. You can go on ahead with your self discovery journey, of course! But at least visit them once or twice :') Your mom is real worried about you, man...

I hope there's going to be a spin off or something about Blaine's journey...

NEW CPC HEADQUARTER??? HECK YEAH!!

Monika opening her jewelry store and achieving her dream!! So proud of her :D and Gwen opening her own bakery!!

Unfortunately I've run out of picture space...

Gwen can finally see her own reflection I am so proud of her :') She love herself!!

Goodness...Leelathae's letter... I need a moment to sob.

I fricking love the message this webtoon gives, man. It's just so damn wholesome and important. Beauty is on the inside. It's a simple message but damn it really is important to understand that message!!

Gwen is wearing braids Y'ALL 😭😭 SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL

Okay, I'm wondering about something here! In the panel where the pastel family are having breakfast together, we can see Leelathae eating pancakes in her portrait too! Does this mean she can eat? Can food be transported to portraits? Or did Leopold paint a pancake or smth XD

THE LAST. FUCKING PANEL.

Gwen and Frederick holding hands in front of the CPC building while being surrounded by sunflowers which once scare Frederick but now he looks so happy and in peace. I'm so glad everyone each got their deserved ending :')

Well, I suppose this is the last review, then. That's kind of sad, to be honest. But I've loved writing each of my reviews, and I want to say thank you to people who have interracted with them. I always love hearing y'all's thought and theories!! Maybe one day I'll find a new webtoon series which I can write these reviews on!! But for now, this shall be the last cpc review I write!

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)

#cursed princess club #cpc #mono reviews

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melanieph321 · 10 months

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My Brother's Best Friend Part 4/4

It was a cute story, really proud of myself 😊

Summary - A four part series where reader rencounters her brother's best friend and the two of them hit it off quite well.

Enjoy!

"He's not coming is he?"

"I'm sorry honey." Your parents said.

You were suprised enough that they wanted to drive you to the hospital the next morning. They had been awfully nice to you after what happened at the restaurant. Perhaps you had Ruben to thank for that? Too bad neither he or your brother, cared enough to say goodbye to you before you flew back home.

"Well, there is no point in waiting, is there?" You slapped your knees and rose to your feet. Grabbing your bag, you were ready to head for the security check.

"Don't forget to call upon arrival." Your mother said, pampering you with kisses.

"I will." You groaned, still getting used to this much attention from her.

"And we'll be down at the end of the month to help you clear your apartment." Your dad nodded.

Your parents were happy to hear that you were moving back home upon graduating from university. A perfect pit stop before you figure out your next move. And it would be nice to rekindle your relationship with your parents, everyone deserves a second chance.

"I guess I'll see you later then." You waved.

Your parents embrace each other, waving back at you. That's when you saw them, Ruben and your brother, sprinting across the airport, coming your way.

"Sorry we're late!" They announced, breathless from the run.

"YB/N, Ruben? You're both here, together." Your parents looked as confused as you.

"Y/N, I came to say I'm sorry for how I behaved last night."

"Really?"

He nodded. "I was more angry that you decided to keep somthing like that from me. Ruben is my best friend and so I know he's a great guy, still, it would have been nice if you told me that you liked him yourself, instead of me finding out in the way that I did."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know how to tell you. It all happened so fast and I...." You flinched as your brother leaped forward, catching you by surprise by gathering you in his embrace. "I get it, no need to explain. Ruben said it best last night."

"Ruben?"

You pulled away from your brothers hug to look at him. He looked tired, like he hadn't slept all night.

"Pãi, Mamãe, we should buy Y/N a book that she could read on the plane." Your brother grabbing your luggage and lured your parents away.

"Thank you." You whispered.

Ruben and you were now left alone.

"You know..." He began, running a anxious hand rough his untamed hair. "I won't be called up to play for the national team for at least six months. In the mean time I'm going back to England where I live"

You nodded. "And I don't do long distance relationships."

"I figured." He said, chewing on the inside of his jaw. "I guess I only had you for that one moment. " He chuckled, although he seemed far from happy.

"You have me now." You shrugged.

It's all you had to say, Ruben leaped forwards, collecting you in his arms, the smell of him invading your nostrils.

He kissed the lobe of your ear, moving on to the side of your face. Eventually cupping your head between his hands, bringing your lips forwards, pressing them against his own.

"Ruben I don't want to..." You said, catching your breath.

"Neither do I..."

"Then what are we...?"

"Doing?" He smiled. "I have no idea."

"But I really don't do long distance."

Ruben's eyes watched you attentively. "Come with me to England then." He said.

"You're crazy." You snorted. "Whatever this is..." You said, pointing a finger between the two of you. "It just happened."

Ruben shook his head, a smile carving his lips. "Y/N, I've thought of you for the past twenty years. I'm more than ready to take this a step further. And now that I've sorted things out with your brother I'm not letting you get away from me again. Not ever."

Your gaze dropped to the floor, hiding your immaculate smile. It was wiped away once you raised your head again. "Leaving school, I'm gonna move back with my parents for a while. I want them in my life, so I think it's worth that we work through some things."

Ruben nodded understandingly. "I get it and you should do it. Just know that if you ever decided to come to England you have a home there waiting for you, a home with me."

This time you were the one to leap forwards, clinging onto Ruben's neck, bringing his face down for a kiss. He returned it with equal amount of passion, letting his hands rest on each side of your hips. Eventually you two were interrupted by your family.

"So we got a book called The Human Centipede. Enjoy your flight sis."

You shook your head and brought them all in for a hug, including Ruben. Once it was time for you to go they stood by, watching you go through security until you went onwards towards the airport gates. Not to worry though, you'd be home soon enough, weather that was in Portugal or in England. Home to you was really where you felt the most loved and for the moment the people you loved the most were all gathered in one place.

- The End

#fanfiction #man city #football imagine #manchester city #ruben dias #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer x reader #footballer imagine #football angst #fluff #extreme fluff

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sleepy-wyvern · 1 year

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Can I request some smut with Eddie, where he’s not quite a virgin but he’s very inexperienced and him and reader have been together a good chunk of time. They are finally getting down to business and Eddie is so unsure of himself, but he’s hitting the most wonderful spots, but he keeps slowing and questioning reader if he’s good and if she’s okay and she’s just like “shut up, don’t stop, fuck me” not in a mean way just that she needs Eddie sooooo bad

Thanks so much for the request darling! What a fun idea <3 and tbh this prompt is definitely a head canon, he would completely act that way! I've literally been writing fan fics for hourrrrs and I proofread it but I hope it sounds legible lol. Hope you enjoy thanks so much for sending a request! <3

Dinner and a Movie | Eddie Munson x female!Reader Smut <3

Synopsis: Tag along on a drive in movie (horror!) date while you’re a bundle of nerves about planning yours and Eddie’s first time.

SMUT! 18+ Only, please DNI if you are a minor!

Tags: inexperienced sex, couch sex, vanilla, fingering, p in v, condom, pet names: darling, sweetheart

Words: ~4.8k, AO3 link here

Tonight’s the night you were finally going to have sex with the one and only Eddie Munson.

Your stomach was an empty pit of nerves and butterflies fluttering against your rib cage. It seemed a good idea at the time, to mutually decide to take your relationship slow and steady. You hadn’t wanted a relationship centred around just sex, yet today that’s all you could think about.

You and Eddie have been dating a while now and it wasn’t hard to tell he was the best boyfriend you’ve ever had. He hates to see you sad, whenever you were even a little discontent he worked so hard to make you happy. Stupid, goofy jokes and gags even in public just to make you laugh. Snacks and your favourite food and movies whenever you were too depressed to get out of bed.

Well now you couldn’t sit still, bouncing your leg as you sat on the edge of the bed staring blankly into your closet.

What the hell do I wear? Is there a designated first-time-having sex-with-my-boyfriend outfit?

Staring at yourself in the mirror you can’t help but be critical of yourself as he’ll see you naked in merely hours.

Eddie assured you that he would follow your lead in the relationship, taking things as slow or fast as you wanted to. He really was fine with anything either way, you treasured that knowing it wasn’t always the easiest thing to find in a guy.

Regardless, you hadn’t told him yet but you planned on initiating more than your usual steamy make outs tonight. Your body couldn’t take it anymore, after last night when you kissed in his van your thighs were soaking. The way he tasted lingered on your tongue, planting himself deep inside you. Your dreams were filled with desire for him. You couldn’t wait any longer, calling him as soon as you woke up to plan a date tonight.

“Hey,” his sleepy voice answered the phone, slightly raspy which made things worse in a beautiful, wonderful way “everything alright?” you could almost feel his large brown eyes looking at you through the phone.

“Yeah, everythings perfect,” you press your lips into a tight line nervously, receding into the soft security of your bed sheets. “I was uh, just wondering if you wanted to do something tonight.”

You heard a slight ruffling noise, presumably from him shifting his position, “of course I would. Did you want to do anything in particular?”

Your mind blanked and you answered honestly, “I have no idea. I just wanted to be with you.”

He chuckled into the phone making you shiver “well, dinner and a movie?”

“Cheesy,” you smile into the phone.

“I mean, both at once,” he continues.

“Oh?”

More ruffling from his end of the line before he replies “The drive in movie theatre, they’re playing a scary movie, your favvvooourrrite” he teases trying to make it sound more appealing. Truth be told, he didn’t need to play it up for you, you loved the idea.

He answers for you “I’ll pick you up at 7, good spots are taken early” the confidence in his voice makes you giddy like your crushes you had as a teenager.

“Sounds like you have that all figured out then,” you twirl your hair around your finger making a small curl.

The entire Saturday you couldn’t sit still. You puzzled for nearly an hour on what to wear, your spotify playlist beaming in your ears.

“Fuck it,” you sigh grabbing ripped jeans, a Metallica t-shirt, and your favourite underwear set, hidden beneath your outfit.

You fussed with your hair, trying to make it look as effortless as possible, yet with a shit ton of effort. You knew Eddie didn’t care- you could show in pyjamas or hell, even naked and he’d be happy. Maybe too happy.

The time seemed to go both fast and slow until 7 rolled around. You had been waiting all day for this yet your body jumped as the door knocked. You open the door to see him standing there, hair pulled back into a sweet, casual messy bun with wild strands framing his face. In his hands he held some flowers, looking down at them you blush.

“What’s the occasion?” You ask after thanking him, taking them from him after letting him in.

He folded his arms, leaning back against the wall watching you look for a vase “Do I need one to give my girlfriend flowers?”

You glance back at him seeing his cocky smile “if you were a normal guy” you reply hauling out an old vase.

You fill it high with water, placing the flowers in carefully as he speaks “Well I’m everything but normal.”

The purple, pink and white flowers rest lazily in the vase, creating an ornate centrepiece for your kitchen table.

You walk up to him wrapping your arms around his torso in a tight hug. You could feel his heartbeat as you pressed your chest into his, the thumping rising the longer you stayed there.

“Thank you,” You murmur, “they’re beautiful. I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

You looked up at him and you knew he didn't need reassurance to act himself, but it felt nice for him to hear that you liked him just the way he was and accepted his differences. He kissed the top of your head, running his hand along your upper back.

“Let’s go, there’s some popcorn calling my name,” you smile against his chest before you pull back to put your shoes on.

“Don’t forget the mysterious cant-legally-call-it-butter popcorn topping” he laughs at his own joke quietly and you roll your eyes.

“It must be made with drugs,” you say, fixing your shoes.

“Wouldn’t be surprised,” he agreed, “are you ready?” He whispered.

You nod “I think so.”

Music blasted through the radio as he drove you in his esteemed van, windows down and wind cooling your nerves. Although his driving was reckless, you loved riding in the passenger side, sitting back listening to music with him next to you. The epitome of summer, and of near meditation, stripping any stress off of your body. Before you knew it, the van slowed to a stop as he paid for your tickets.

“Thanks Eddie,” you spoke as soon as you drove away from the ticketer.

“For what?” He asked and you knew he wouldn’t accept thanks for paying for the ticket.

You turned your head to watch him concentrate on the road, and to find a parking spot. His brows are furrowed as he squints looking around.

“For everything,” you reply and he looks at you, confused for a moment.

“You don’t have to thank me for anything, sweetheart” he leans towards you to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“Are you going to tell me what we’re watching?” you ask just now realising you have no idea what movie you’re going to see.

He pulls into a parking spot where you both have a nice view of the screen, white against the setting sky, “Nope. You’ll have to find out the hard way” he grins.

You and Eddie make your way to the concession stand as you were sure he wouldn’t add enough mysterious topping to your popcorn, despite insisting he knows how much you like. While waiting for your turn for the gooey goodness, he practises throwing popcorn up in the air, one piece at a time trying to catch it in his mouth.

“Eddie,” you scold as he finally catches one, unable to keep a wide goofy grin off of his face while he chews.

You smack him lightly on the chest while he laughs at you “Eddie,” you repeat “they’re going to kick us out!”

He rolls back on the balls of his feet, careful not to spill the popcorn. Clearly he wasn’t made for standing still. It made things like waiting in line more interesting though, as he found new ways to make you laugh, hopefully without getting you both kicked out on date night. It didn’t take too long to get your turn, and you returned back to his van with your haul in your arms. Darkness spread further in the horizon, only a faint line of sun remained and you knew the movie would start soon.

“Okay so I lied,” he said in between chips “nachos and popcorn isn’t exactly the best meal…” he trailed off.

“Actually I love it. Everyone’s childhood dream honestly” you smile warmly at him, taking a chip and dipping it in the cheese sauce.

The screen lit up as the projector flickered to life. Eddie moved his hand quickly to the portable radio, switching the dials until tuned into the correct station, flipping through some music and news broadcasts as he did.

You watch the screen as crickets chirp and campfire music starts playing through the speaker and you almost whip your head over to smile at him “Friday the 13th!” You cheer.

“Shhh,” he said with a smirk “no talking at the movies,”

You throw a piece of popcorn at him before looking back at the screen; Camp Crystal Lake 1958.

Eddie turns to you mimicking the ch ch ch ha ha ha of the music.

“No talking!” You scold.

After swallowing some popcorn he answers “hey, that was humming and that’s much better than their singing.”

You laugh, batting at him, “that’s talking!”

“Shhh, you’re going to miss the sex scene,” he teases, making you roll your eyes.

All it made you think of was what you had planned for later tonight, making you readjust your position suddenly nervous. Well, it won’t go this bad right?

You’re lost in your thoughts as the movie zooms into the girls’ face in a still shot of her screaming, fading into the roll of intro credits as most older movies tended to have early in the movie.

“Coke?” Eddie offers his drink to you and you raise your eyebrow.

“Really? You’re offering me coke when I ordered Diet Coke?” You let out a small snort of a laugh.

He shrugs innocently “it tastes different!”

You laugh “please don’t get me hooked on the hard stuff again.” You wave off his offer, taking a sip of your own drink out of the red and white striped straw.

As the movie plays and you finish the nachos, you lean against his shoulder snuggling in as you work on the popcorn. Your hands brush together as you laugh at the first girl for ignoring every red flag. You share giggles in the darkness of the van over the comical kills of old movies. You made fun of them, sure, but that was part of the charm with old school slashers.

Normally with movies you��d be yawning by the end of it, trying to stay awake. But you were nervous, and determined to make tonight as perfect- or at least as good as you possibly could.

Looking over at him watching the movie intently filled you with a hot desire. His black leather jacket fit the atmosphere entirely and framed his body underneath. The feeling of his firm chest against your head was comforting but you wanted- no, needed- more of him. You wanted to feel his body on top of you, engulfed in everything that is him. Perfect dark brown wavy hair, tired droopy eyes filled with laughter, slim torso and a delicious waist.

Perhaps he knew you wanted more, you wondered as he raised an arm putting it over your shoulder rendering you even closer to him.

By the end of the movie, when they zoom the camera into the lake, your heart was pounding in your chest. Eddie had turned the van on to start it, putting the warm air on you hadn’t noticed how cool the air was.

“Always love that” he smiles tapping his fingers against the van door.

“Me too. Wanna come back to my place?” It took all of your courage to say it tonight, although every other night it came easily. Tonight was different, everything was different.

“Yeah, are you okay?” He says noticing something off about you “we can call it a night if you want.”

“No” you said a little too quickly, redness rising to your cheeks “Yeah everything’s okay. Perfect actually,” and it was. Then why were you so nervous?

“Okay” he smiled, squeezing your knee gently.

You move your fingers to the car radio, switching to Bluetooth to play some music through Spotify on your phone. You put on the playlist Eddie had tailored for you, of his favourite music he’d thought you’d like. And it did help, before long you were fumbling with the keys to your apartment.

Switching on the lights, your small apartment felt somehow different than you left it, even though no nook or cranny had been touched. The soft arrangement of flowers still held strong in their vase, slurping up the water you provided. You lazily lay your purse on the kitchen table next to them, leaving your shoes at the door. Eddie does the same, making himself at home as he always does, with a carefree attitude.

“Thirsty?” you ask, you grab the remote flipping on some sitcom on the tv.

“Naw,” he shakes his head, taking off his leather jacket revealing a dark long sleeved shirt beneath.

Flopping yourself on the couch you sigh as he sits next to you. He was much more relaxed than you, leaning back into the couch as if it were his own, tapping his fingers against his knee. The tv hums in your ears as you connect your phone to Bluetooth, switching the playlist on through your speakers, quiet enough to not disturb any neighbours. You curl up into him, pressing your thighs against his legs and leaning your head against his chest.

After a moment of music playing, his foot tapping against the floorboards, the words leave your lips cautiously “I had fun tonight Ed’s…”

“Me too,” he whispered into you, brushing his lips along your hair. “I always have fun when I’m with you” his whisper was louder as his lips touched your ear, making you shudder.

Suddenly you’re looking up at him as the butterflies inside your chest take over, brown eyes staring down, hypnotising you. Your lips meet in a deep kiss for the first time this evening, a sweet relief.

He pulls back for a moment to say “You know, you don’t have to feel pressured to do anything. I’m happy with the way things are, with whatever you want.”

You blush realising he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“I-I know…” you trail off “yeah I’m just really nervous” your eyes meet his “but it’s because I really want this, and I want it to be perfect.”

He smiles at you, and you’re worried you said something wrong “I’ve been so nervous about this since the day we started dating.” He runs his hand through his hair, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this nervous “I don’t exactly have much in terms of experience.” He admits, red rising to his cheeks, a rare sight.

“Anything with you would be perfect,” you say to him with a smile.

“Actually, that’s my line here sweetheart” brown eyes glistened with joy.

“You know,” You admit “I called you this morning because I had this dream and…” you trail off cheeks even redder.

“A dream?” He smirked down at you, running his thumb along your waist. Clearly, he understood what he needed to do, “tell me about it,” he whispered.

You recount the dream you had, suddenly feeling flustered but you wanted him to know exactly how badly you wanted him “we-we we’re at the beach,” you start and he hums.

“Sex on the beach?” He smirks at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear “lovely drink too.”

“No, silly. Well yes but… we went swimming” you think back to the dream, the sky was dark and the moon illuminated both of you, dancing off the water. “You dragged me into the water, asshole move by the way,” you glare at him.

He sighs “dream me getting me in trouble.”

“You say that like you wouldn't do it in reality.”

“Okay fair” he laughs as you smack his shoulder “continue.”

“You dunked me under water, so I pulled you in. Then we started kissing…” his hand trailed up under the fabric of your shirt ever so slightly. “You started grabbing my thighs…”

“Like this?” He asks, bringing his hand to your thigh.

Strong fingers grasp it, his thumb traces random patterns on your jeans “mmhmm,” you whisper as he slowly moves up. Your legs heat up as you feel yourself starting to wetten.

“And then, you untied my swimsuit top, throwing it into the ocean so I couldn’t grab it” he twisted his body to face you as you spoke, bringing his free hand to the small of your back.

“Go me,” he whispered with a smile.

You laugh before continuing “and you kissed me. Everywhere. I mean, everywhere.”

“You know,” he snuck his hand underneath your shirt, running over the bare skin of your waist. “I could do that for you, if you like.”

You find yourself climbing on top of his lap, straddling his hips. He was taken aback but pleasantly so, eyes staring up at you in wonder. He grabbed both of your love thighs, trailing his hands back to your ass. You lean down kissing him deeply, feeling his tongue against yours tasting his sweetness. He grabs your ass lovingly as you kiss, hard and deep while you release his wild hair from the confines of his messy bun.

You run your fingers through his hair lovingly, kissing him passionately, gasping into each others’ mouths. His hands are up and cupping your breasts through the light fabric of your bra. You imagine riding him then and there, letting out an ever so slight moan. His breath was shaky, first you were a little embarrassed by the noise but clearly it fed something in him.

He moves his hands to the clasp of your bra, fiddling with it for a few moments before you feel the band slacken. You shimmy the straps off of your shoulders, letting the bra fall out of your t-shirt onto your thighs. You look up at him innocently as he looks at your bra in wonder “go me” he whispered with a playful grin.

You feel your nipples stiffen against your shirt as you pull it up and over your head, his jaw nearly dropped, “you are so damn gorgeous…” he mumbles, bringing his mouth to your breast.

Your head falls back as he kisses your nipple, licking his tongue hungrily along your breast. He brushes his tongue quickly against your nipple, back and forth making you let out a moan. He moves to the other one to show it some love, alternating between sucking and licking as his strong hands hold you steady. His wavy hair tickles against your skin, a pleasant sensation.

You bring your hands down to the rim of his long sleeve shirt, lifting it up. He pulls his head back, taking over to lift his shirt over his head. You put your hand against his chest, tracing your finger over his tattoos “you’re beautiful…”

“Hey, that’s my line again,” he kissed your neck playfully, you let out a laugh as it tickled.

The feeling of his body pressed into yours was heavenly mixed with his lips against the delicate skin of your neck. He pecked gentle kisses into you, making his way to your mouth. Bringing his hands to your waist he gently guided you to lay down on the couch, your back pressed into the cushion.

He lowers himself on top of you, holding himself steady against the couch. He seemed nervous as he did, breaths unsteady. You pull his head down to you, locking your lips together. You were addicted to the taste of him, you wanted to stay there forever inhaling him. Smoke and sweet soda intertwined, taking over you. Suddenly though, there were too much clothes keeping you apart.

Your hands instinctively move down his chest, over his stomach and grabbing at his belt buckle. His bulge didn’t even try to hide from you as his cock pressed tightly against his jeans.

His lips brushed yours, breath catching in his throat as you wiggle your fingers underneath the fabric. You fumble with his belt buckle as he moves to nibble at your neck, breath hot against your ear. You slide the belt out, dropping it to the floor with the sound of metal clinking.

You move your fingers back, undoing the button of his jeans, unzipping them gracefully. You can hear the gulp heavy in his throat, adams’ apple bobbing. He moves a hand to your jeans to reciprocate, undoing the button much easier than you had. You feel your thighs start moving instinctively as his hands are now dangerously close to your cunt. Your body shivers, feeling weak beneath his touch, wanting to succumb to all of him.

You shimmy out of your jeans, discarding them along with your socks to the floor rendering you naked below him save for your soaking panties.

“Wow,” he says, shaking his head, flashing his perfect teeth at you in shock, running his tongue over them thirstily, “you’re absolutely soaked for me darling.”

You manage a nod “I want you, so bad,” you look up at him with begging eyes “all of you, tonight.”

He couldn’t say no, not that he ever would refuse you, “anything you want,” he whispers, standing and removing the last of his fabric keeping him apart from you.

He pressed his naked body against yours, heat mingling together. You kiss him, love drunk on his taste and scent, wanting to consume it all.

“Please,” you murmur, your cunt throbbing with every heartbeat.

He moves a hand to your panties, sliding them down over your goosebump covered thighs until they reach the floor and it’s just you and him. His hot, firm body against your cool, shivering, soft one. Bodies now connected by the chapped lips on his pale marble body.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he brings his hand to your wet cunt. He looks to you for confirmation and you nod eagerly. He had fingered you before but you savoured it every damn time.

He wasted no time plunging his fingers inside tonight. The sight of your back arching as you moan makes his cock throb, letting out precum for you as you squirm under his grip. His fingers rub against the walls of your cunt methodologically, his rings adding a new form of pleasure to the experience. He takes his sweet time preparing you for him, making sure you're soaked and stretched.

“Eds,” You say, bringing your hand down to catch his wrist, shivering at the sigh of his fingers inside you “I’m ready.”

“A-are you sure…?” His voice is low.

You nod eagerly “yes, yes please.”

He reaches down into his jean pockets, long forgotten, pulling out his wallet. He reaches into the old worn leather grabbing a small packet, which you eagerly grab from him.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to” he reminds you, dropping his wallet to the floor but you’ve already got the condom opened.

“I want to” You look him deep into his eyes, bringing your gentle fingers to touch his shaft.

He groans and throbs against your touch as you roll the condom down over his cock, fitting perfectly. He takes over, lining up his tip with your cunt. He looks at your face, studying your expression and you nod.

Slowly, he slides in until about halfway when you let out a groan of wonderful, tight pressure, your walls clenching against him. He squeezes your shoulder comfortingly with one hand.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stutters “Does it hurt?”

You shake your head, letting yourself relax against the couch.

“Okay, okay” you breathe deep “you can keep going.”

He slowly starts pushing himself into you again, your toes curl as all of him is finally inside. You both let out a gasp of air, smiling at each other.

“Finally,” you whisper, not intending that to be out loud.

You longed for this since the day you met him, feeling him deep inside you right where he belongs, fitting perfectly inside.

He pushes your hair back away from your face, “you look so beautiful with my cock in you, sweetheart” he wears a proud grin looking down at your naked body.

“Keep going” you urge him along.

He pulls out, not entirely but enough for him to thrust back inside, smoother this time. He sits there for a moment, checking in again.

“Is that okay?” He asks.

“Uh-huh,” You nod more confidently this time.

He repeats the process, thrusting in a little faster this time and he’s rewarded with a sweet, high pitched moan. He continues at a steady pace for more thrusts, getting used to the feeling of sliding in and out of you.

He reaches down to a couch pillow discarded to the floor, picking it up. He pulls out for just a moment, lifting your ass into the air, he shoves the small pillow underneath you.

He brings his cock to your entrance for the second time, sliding it in much more easily this time. Thrusting in the second time he brushes against the wonderful spot deep inside you, making you grasp the couch and moan louder this time.

He smiles knowing he found your spot, pulling out and thrusting back over it again “how’s that darling?”

“‘S good, so good” your toes curl against the couch.

He continues ramming his cock against that wonderful spot, and just as you feel your pleasure climb he slows a little.

“How are you doing?” Eddie asks, a little nervous.

“Please Eds” you whimper “shut up and fuck me, and don’t you dare fucking stop.”

He chuckles at your reaction and obliges, having his confidence return “whatever pleases my lady.”

You grasp at his back for dear life then as he no longer holds back. Your body is pressed hard into the couch as he rams into you over and over, “yes Eddie! Right there right there baby,” you encourage, chasing that sweet ecstasy.

He grunts in response, sweating as his cock pushes you along the trail of pleasure, higher and higher.

“Yes Eddie, yes, I need you so bad” Your voice is almost a shout.

Your hands grasp desperately at his firm back, muscles tensing as he fucks you. He pushes you over the edge of orgasm as you let out a breathless moan, mouth draped open as your eyes practically roll back.

Seeing you writhing in pleasure below him was too much, he releases his orgasm inside of the condom with a deep, husky moan that makes your spine shiver.

He lays on top of you, still inside, breathing heavy as his sweat drips onto you. You bring your numb hands up to his head, running your fingers through his sweaty hair, brushing it back and out of his face.

“Wow” you whisper after a moment, enjoying the comforting pressure of his weight against you.

“Wow,” he confirms with a quick nod and you can feel his heart pumping in his chest.

You lay there for maybe minutes that only feel like seconds before he pulls himself out of you. You realise how cold the air is as his body leaves yours, standing up and tossing the used condom in the trash.

“Come here” you reach your hands out beckoning him to come forward.

He obliged almost curiously, as you pulled him by the waist closer to you. Mouth watering, you take his soaking cock into the embrace of your tongue, licking up every last drop of his orgasm. With any other guy before Eddie you honestly hated it, the taste and the feel. But with Eddie, you felt like you couldn’t live without it as your tongue begged for him.

“Okay, okay,” He pulled out when the sensations became too much, lifting himself behind you to snuggle into your back, nuzzling sweetly into your neck.

He pressed his warm body up against you, holding you securely in his grasp.

“Better than the dream?” He asked playfully, kissing your ear.

“Better than my dream” you confirm, sharing a sweet giggle. As he held you tightly then and there, you knew this would be the first time of many.

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-Wyv

#stranger things eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #wyv fan fics #fan fic #fan fics #fan fiction #anon request #dinner and a movie first time with EM

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neil-gaiman · 2 years

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Dear Mr. Gaiman,

First I want to thank you for sharing your brilliant imagination with the world, and for being so kind as to share some of your valuable time with us wackos on Tumblr.

I'm pretty much your age, and I've followed your career since Miracleman. (really. total comics geek. first run everything, i have no shame) You've created some of my favorite characters and stories, and I want to assure you that I am going to trust you wherever you decide to take my brain in the future. There's just one thing about the trailer for the upcoming Sandman series I CAN'T WAIT OMG that makes me a bit trepidatious. Joanna Constantine.

Constantine is Constantine -- this I know. Hair color, gender, age, race, whatever, none of that matters, gimme more I love it. Just one thing... she's so... clean! (*shudder*) Hair is nice, makeup perfect, even her trenchcoat is clean and well-fitted and nicely tied. From what little I see, this is a person who has never woken up with a hangover. Never gotten her arse kicked. Never gotten splattered with blood and gore. Never fronted Mucous Membrane. Never went to Ravenscar.

Like I said, I trust you. And I may have had one beer too many. But if you could give an old fan some kind of reassurance that there's something more here than Barbie Constantine, I'd really appreciate it.

Again, thank you so much for everything you do.

When Episode 3 starts, you'll meet the Constantine you're talking about. The scruffy one in Newcastle, quite a few years before our story proper starts. But that was then.

This Constantine, in the Sandman TV version of the multiverse, came out of Ravenscar determined never to go back. She's followed the money, has a credit card and a healthy bank balance, nice clothes and washed hair. Perhaps it's the lack of the Y chromosome, but she takes after the original Lady Johanna in the clean department, and, like Lady Johanna, she's luckier in some ways, and more sensible in other ways than John.

But she's still every bit a Constantine: a black hole of doom that sucks in and destroys everyone she loves or cares about, someone who will joke on the edge of the pit and charm her way out of Hell if she has to, even if it means leaving the people she loves and a little bit of her soul behind. Someone with nightmares.

Watch episode 3, then let me know what you think. I suspect you'll be happy.

#constantines #John constantine #Joanna Constantine #Johanna Constantine

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pandoratheprocrasticreator · 1 year

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The Ultimate Vriska Poll - Calling for Nominations

My Tumblr Sexywoman poll is going well and I'm having a lot of fun, so I'm thinking of holding a poll to find Tumblr's most iconic Vriska-archetype character. If you don't know what a Vriska archetype is, Tumblr user @doubleca5t coined the term as follows:

Sexypedia didn't have a specific page for the Vriska archetype (the link shown in the screenshot leads to a page titled "Controversial"), but here's what it has to say on the topic:

Now that Tumblr's had time to get a smattering of blorbos that can be considered Vriskas, I want to pit these bad bitches against each other. I want to put them in a box and shake them until they fight to the death. I want the intense campaigning, voter fraud, and sabotage that happened around the original Vriska Serket in the Tumblr Sexywoman poll by Tumblr user @lutzlig. But I want it 32-fold.

The start date for this tournament will tentatively be February 19th. The structure will likely be like the Tumblr Sexywoman poll. Before that, I will be collecting a list of at least 16, preferably 32, Vriska-archetype characters. I will be considering nominations until February 17th, 6 PM PST.

The character you nominate must fulfill at least 4/5 of the requirements of a Vriska. UPDATE: I have decided to expand requirement 4 to just "queer" instead of strictly "attracted to women." Requirements 2, 3, and 5 are mandatory. This is so that male (and nb) characters like Bakugou from BNHA can still participate. As well as characters that don't really get shipped a lot. Like Lilith from The Owl House. (I'm sorry queen I've found someone more controversial) However, I will reject characters if I feel they fall more into other archetypes. Like Komaedas.

The list so far is as follows:

Vriska Serket (duh) (Homestuck)

Catra (She Ra and the Princesses of Power)

Lucretia (The Adventure Zone)

Bakugou Katsuki (Boku No Hero Academia)

Chloe Bourgeois (Miraculous Ladybug)

Alador Blight (The Owl House)

Edelgard Von Hresvelg (Fire Emblem)

Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond (Steven Universe)

Ianthe Tridentarius (The Locked Tomb)

Princess Bubblegum (Adventure Time)

Azula (Avatar the Last Airbender)

Mapleshade (Warrior Cats)

Amber Bennett (Invincible)

Starlight Glimmer (My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic)

Asuka Langley Soryu (Evangelion)

Abby Anderson (The Last of Us)

Silco (Arcane)

Magnus The Red (Warhammer 40K)

Yennefer (Witcher)

Alphys (Undertale)

King Andrias (Amphibia)

C!Dream (Dream SMP)

Hiyoko Saionji (Super Danganronpa 2)

Sayaka Maizono (Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc)

Prince Lotor (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Homura Akemi (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Dahlia Hawthorne (Ace Attorney)

Kiwi (Cyberpunk Edgerunners)

Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls)

Alice "Daisy" Tonner (The Magnus Archives)

Nanami Kiryuu (Revolutionary Girl Utena)

Grace Monroe (Infinity Train)

If you want to add or remove a character on this list, DM or send me an ask. I may ask you for clarification if I'm not familiar with the franchise or fandom. Remember that this poll is just for fun. While I love a bit of drama, I hope it's kept at a level where everyone's still having fun. This poll, like the sexywoman poll, is about the most "iconic" Vriska. What that means is up to the individual voter.

Pandora

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Sasuke has always viewed Sakura as a strong independent woman. To him, she was tough and fearless who didn't need anyone's help.

Until one day, some old guy pointed out to him how he never saw him help his companion.

Old guy: Is she your wife?

Sasuke: Hn. Not yet.

Old guy: Even so, tell me why I've never seen you helping her out.

Sasuke: What do you mean?

Old guy: She picked up logs for the fire pit and you just watched her. She got bruises here and there because of the fight and yet you did nothing.

Sasuke: Am I supposed to do something? She's strong and tough. I don't think she needed help.

Old guy: Ah, you're a fool! There's a reason why you're just a boyfriend and not her husband.

Sasuke: I am her partner. We're okay. She's fine.

Old guy: Then act like a man! Pisses me off watching you watching her work.

Sasuke: ...

Old guy: You see, those girls who act tough want to be taken care of too.

Sasuke: I don't think—

Old guy: Listen. Just help her once and you'll see what I'm saying is correct. Help her and notice the change in her mood.

Sasuke: Hn. I don't take orders from anyone. *walks away*

Old guy: Then remain a fool!!!

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Sakura: Sasuke-kun, I'll just get some logs to restock their supply.

Sasuke: Okay.. Um, Sakura.. Do you need help?

Sakura: No, it's fine. I can manage. *smiles and leaves*

Sasuke: /thinks/ See? I'm right. That old man was very nosy.

Sasuke was restless though. He decided to check on her in the forest. There, he saw how she was having a hard time carrying the logs with her small frame. Her power let her carry it with ease but the length of the log was definitely an issue.

He took the log from her.

Sakura: S-Sasuke-kun?

Sasuke: I'll carry them back to the house. You just cut the rest down.

Sakura: *blushes* Thank you, Sasuke-kun.. *ecstatic*

Sasuke: /thinks/ Why is she happy all of a sudden?

When they finished with their dinner, the two of them prepared to sleep. He saw her tending to her cuts and wounds from the previous fight.

Sasuke: Do you want me to help you?

Sakura: No, no! I mean it's okay. I just need to change the bandages.

Sasuke: *comes near her* Give me that [cotton]. *gently wipes her wounds and replaces the bandage*

Sakura: Thank you, Sasuke-kun..

Sasuke: Sakura.. Sorry for not helping you before.

Sakura: Hmm?

Sasuke: You're tough.. I mean I thought you wanted to do things on your own. So, I let you be.

Sakura: Sasuke-kun, it's fine. I don't mind doing things by myself.. Because you're right.. I'm strong.. *giggles* But as a girl.. I guess I want to be babied too.. *regrets instantly* No, no, Sasuke-kun! Forget that!!

Sasuke: *smirks and whispers* That old man was right all along huh.

Sakura: Sasuke-kun?

Sasuke: You should've told me, Sakura.. That you want to be.. What's that? Babied? Is it the correct term? You know I'm not yet familiar with these things.

Sakura: You're doing fine.. It just made me happy because you cared–

Sasuke: I've always cared about you.

Sakura: I know.. And many times I felt that too.. Like, when you used your susanoo to shield me from the rain.. Or when you used it to carry me when I'm tired running..

Sasuke: Well, I didn't think I'm babying you that way..

Sakura: Exactly! You just didn't notice those things because.. Maybe they're innate to you. *giggles* But what you did today was really sweet too. *blushes*

Sasuke: But why is it called 'babied'? You want to be a baby?

Sakura: I want to be ~your~ baby.. *regrets again* No, no— I—

Sasuke: Hn. Got it.

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Sakura: Wh-What are you doing?

Sasuke: Wrapping you.. *sits beside her and cradles her*

Sakura: I think you're taking it literally, Sasuke-kun!

Sasuke: Hmm? *starts kissing her all over her face* You're saying something?

Sakura: *shakes her head while waiting for his next kiss*

Sasuke: *smirks and kisses her on the lips this time*

#sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #ss headcanon #uchihas #sscoded no 124

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dancegender · 1 year

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You guys, I wrote another fic. I had this idea while I was procrastinating in geometry. Hope you like it!

@astronic-fr (Not sure if you wanna be tagged, but you like the last one, so *shrug* just lmk if I should remove it)

I'll Be With You From Dawn Till Dusk (Baby I'm Right Here)

Thad trekked through the frozen terrain, kicking up chunks of snow as he went. He'd been free that Friday, so he decided to walk from the colony to the corpse spire, both to take some more resources to Uzi and to just hang out. At this point, he was used to the long commute, so he felt okay with leaving at night to make sure he arrived at a good time. He was being more cautious as of late, though; the new WDF had decided to start setting up traps surrounding the colony, and he didn't feel like getting caught in one.

He was coming up on a dilapidated building, one of the usual landmarks on his journey. As he approached, though, he thought he noticed an offputting sound, almost like a nervous mumbling. He thought his audio processors were faulty at first, but a quick scan of the area immediately proved otherwise. Spotting a hole in the street a few yards away, Thad approached, the mumbling getting louder. A dark shape sat next to the hole, sharply contrasting with the snow. Thad picked it up and sighed, turning the all-too-familiar pilot hat over in his hands.

"N and M's?" Thad peered into the hole, interrupting the babbling drone inside. N flinched with a yelp, frantically whipping his head upwards. He sighed upon seeing Thad, shoulders visibly relaxing.

"Thad! Oh, you have no idea how happy I am to see you!"

"Hey, man!" Thad tossed the hat down to N, who caught it and put it on. "You look a little stuck."

"Yeah, I'm not doing good." N chuckled nervously, banging the wall with his fist. "This pit's too deep for me to climb out, and too narrow for me to spread my wings and fly out. I've just been kinda stuck here."

"I could throw you a rope or something," Thad offered, scanning the area for some sort of anchor. His eyes snapped back to the hole when he heard N's voice, glitchy and distorted.

"Is-is there aNYTHing you-ou could USE?" N swayed, slumping over against the wall of the pit. A warning flashed on his visor, reading 'DANGER: High Temperature'.

Thad looked off to the horizon, swearing under his breath; the sun was coming up. He remembered Uzi telling him something about how easy it was for disassembly drones to overheat. Panic immediately started running through his processor. Without really thinking, Thad sprinted towards an abandoned car on the side of the road and popped the hood. Tearing the hood off its hinges, he sprinted back again and slammed the car hood down on top of the pit.

A few seconds passed, then a few minutes. Thad sat next to his makeshift shade, nervously listening for movement. Eventually, he could hear the faint sounds of a system reboot from underneath the tarnished metal.

"...Hello?" Thad loudly exhaled at the sound of N's voice, laughing weakly.

"Oh, thank Robo Jesus," Thad knocked on the car hood. "You feeling okay in there? Nearly lost you for a second."

"A little woozy... but I think I'm alright. That was some fast acting, Thad."

"Yeah, well I'm not a running back for nothing." Thad rummaged through his bag of supplies until he found what he was looking for: two of the canisters that N and V used to store extra oil. "Brace yourself, I'm gonna try something."

Thad used the canisters to prop the hood up in a ramp, opening facing away from the sun. He looked in, seeing N's face light up. He extended a hand toward Thad, and Thad took it, squeezing tightly.

"Looks like we'll have to wait until nightfall to get you outta there," Thad laid down on the snow facing N, propping himself up on his forearms. "Better get comfy."

They spent hours talking aimlessly about their respective lives. Uzi's new rail gun was coming along nicely; she was almost ready to start testing it out. Thad explained the basics of football strategy to N, who listened intently.

"That sounds pretty easy," he commented, studying the field plans Thad passed him.

"You'd probably be pretty good at it," Thad was tracing meaningless shapes into the snow with his fingers. "Strategy plays a huge role in football. You and V would have to be good at strategizing with the amount of hunting you do. Thad's eyes lit up.

"Ooh, that reminds me!" He rummaged through the supplies bag, pulling out a handheld device of some kind. He held it up to N. "Do you know what chess is?"

"Hm..." N brought his hand up to his chin, scratching it lightly. "I think I've heard of it before. No idea how to play, though."

"No problem, I can show you," Thad powered on the device, a perfectly set chessboard appearing on the screen. He handed it to N and began explaining the rules of chess.

They sat like that forever. Passing the chessboard back and forth, chatting - enjoying each other's company. It was nice; spending time with N was always nice. Thad wished he got to do it more often. That N wasn't so far away.

"Looks like the sun's setting," Thad squinted into the distance. "I should probably start looking for something we can use to get you out."

"I'll be looking forward to it," N paused for a second. "Hey... Thad?"

"Hm?" Thad looked at N through the gap between the oil canisters. N raised his hand, almost hesitantly, and held it slightly out. Thad moved to N's level, awkwardly interlocking their hands.

"Thank you for staying with me," There was a slight shake in N's voice as he spoke, eyes incredibly focused on the wall to his left.

"N, listen..." Thad mumbled, running his thumb over N's knuckles. "I don't think I could ever pass up a chance to hang out with you."

Getting N out of the hole was relatively easy; all it took was a sturdy anchor and some discarded cable. Once freed from confinement, N immediately wrapped Thad in the strongest hug he could muster. Thad felt himself shifting a little more of his weight into N than he normally would.

"C'mon, we should probably get to the spire," N released Thad, who staggered slightly at the loss of support. "I gotta let V know I'm still alive. D'you think you can make the walk, or should we fly over?"

Flying wasn't very high on Thad's transportation list. The last time he'd flown was when N brought him and Uzi back to the colony, and they'd had a pretty rough landing. Now, though, realizing just how tired he was starting to get, Thad was in no position to refuse.

The flight to the spire was actually pretty calming. It was easier when N wasn't trying to fly with two passengers. It definitely wasn't making Thad any less tired, though. Resting his head on top of N's, he felt a familiar jolt in his chin. He could tell what it was by the way N's breath hitched, but he was too drowsy to really care. He wasn't sure how much longer they'd be flying for, but he let himself drift off to sleep regardless.

#fun fact I stole the title from that one zendaya song but I changed it to better fit the narrative #wheat thin #< i think that's right #murder drones n #murder drones thad #serial designation n #n x thad #I BROUGHT MY GAY LITTLE SPARK BACK WOOOO!

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eyrina-avatar · 1 year

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a little section where I keep track and share my shifting progress after I've made this blog. after my first two links, I will be writing the progress/attempts/success here in detailed (if I don't forget and make a separate post).

FAQ:

Do you listen to anything while shifting. Short answer no, longer answer: this post

How to shift? This post here and this post here (also has info on lucid dreaming methods in order to shift)

🐟shifting progress:

one. link (this one is mixed in with a detailed how to shifting post so it's a long post)

two. link (also similar to the first link but is not the same attempt)

three. Thursday, May 4th (night time)

I laid down in bed getting ready for sleep and I just decided to think about Pandora (like I always do). And so I decided to just calm down and relax my mind for shifting. I then started thinking about Tuktirey and my dream hunt. At the time I shift, Mo'at has just woken me up since I passed out during my dream hunt and so I thought about Tuk's voice telling me "[name] you're awake!" like how she told Kiri🤧💙. I thought about that a few times and imagined her in front of me being happy to see me and this worked so well that I started to feel my surroundings change, my mind started spinning and I felt like I was floating. I started affirming "I'm in my desired reality" over and over again and then my feet started to get SUPER hot. I think my feet were a little too close to the Omaticaya's fire pit but I kept on affirming and the shifitng sensations got stronger until I heard some super loud noise from one of my family members bumping something into the wall😐. Anyways, at least the experience was super motivating for me hehe.

four. Tuesday June 5th (latest attempt-updated on June 13th as I forgot about it)

I laid down in my bed, closed my eyes relaxed for a bit and then just started imagining mo'at waving her hands over me (like when she does the prayers and healings in avatar2009). and she was waving some peppermint over me and I tried visualizing how the inside of home tree and the canopies of leaves looked like while hearing kiri's voice asking "(my name) are you alright)." All of a sudden I felt my body vibrating, my eyelids shaking, a light flashing in front of me and I heard chattering in the background like the omaticaya were all speaking and I felt the warmth again from a nearby fire pit(but not too hot this time) and I felt the ground underneath me start to change and the bed got harder as if I was laying on a rock. Unfortunately I lost focus and welp, that was that shifting attempting.

five. Tuesday, July 4th (late update)

I simply relaxed, did the hypnosis method I mentioned in one of my links and on the final step, I started hearing bird sounds, forest sounds and felt my mind spinning around me. Also, all of the noise from my old reality got drowned out and I heard chattering from what I assumed was the omaticaya clan. I could feel that it was day time as it just felt like it. Unfortunately I got distracted with the pillow under my head as it got uncomfortable to lay on and it interrupted my shifting. I was really close though. Next time I'll completely make it🤞

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as always, do not steal my writing and please don't post it on ao3 or wattpad

#shifitng #avatar shifitng #shifting to pandora #pandora shifitng #shifitng progress

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leonscape · 11 months

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Different Universe, Same Love Content Creation Challenge

"Protecting My Love"

Day 1- June 19th - Bodyguard AU (in the modern AU) | Check out the event here! Jin x OC (Camellia); Camellia is a famous pianist with many fans and unfortunately a couple of stalkers. Her family hires Jin as her bodyguard in an attempt to keep her safe. Eventually, they develop feelings for each other. Word Count: 3118 Note: I've never actually written a bodyguard AU. After writing this, I found out that I don't actually like this trope all that much (not that it's bad or anything). This isn't really edited and it was getting too long so I tried my best to end it. I'm not very happy with the end product, but I worked hard on it so I'm going to post it anyway.

Even though there wasn’t a soul in sight, the hairs on her neck stood up and her skin was covered with goosebumps. The churning pit in her stomach never settled even after she turned to look over her shoulder and hastened her pace. But it didn’t stop there. After she arrived in her own home, she still didn’t feel safe. The walls were listening to her and the windows were watching her.

She waited in the darkness, just to make sure that anyone following wouldn’t be able to track down her exact apartment. At that moment, her phone went off and her ringtone played, scaring her out of her skin and almost stopping her heart. She answered the phone, gasping a complaint to her eldest brother, “Charles, you scared me!”

“Sorry, I just wanted to call to make sure you got home all right,” he said.

“Yeah, I’m fine. But-” she hesitated.

“But what?” he pushed. “Camellia? Hello?”

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” she said, but he wasn’t convinced.

“Fine, just get some sleep. We’ll talk more about it in the morning,” Charles said. They hung up and Camellia was met with the silence. She braced herself for something in the darkness to make itself known. But no matter how much she waited, the quiet darkness persisted. And at the end of the night, she fell asleep with the constant paranoia as her only company.

Camellia found herself sitting in front of her parents and her eldest brother the next day. “We’ve decided to hire a bodyguard for you,” Charles said. Her parents just nodded along.

“Do you think it’ll be okay? If someone is always with me, you don’t think the stalkers will retaliate or anything?” Camellia questioned. “I don’t want to put the bodyguard in danger too.”

“But that’s why they’re bodyguards. They’re meant to protect you and they’re highly capable of protecting themselves,” their father reassured her.

“If you won’t move back in with us, then this is the next best thing,” their mother added. “We respect your wishes not to endanger anyone else, but we need to make sure you’re safe too.”

“Okay,” Camellia agreed.

“Great! Bring him into the room!” their mother cheered.

A tall man walked in with nonchalance, hands stuffed in his pockets, and a playful smile on his face. His height and his build were intimidating, but there was an air of calmness and safety to him. Camellia nearly jumped out of her skin at the first syllable that came from his lips. “Hey,” he greeted. His voice was deeper than she had anticipated, and it immediately put her on edge. “My name is Jin Grandet.”

“Um… hello, Mr. Grandet,” Camellia awkwardly greeted him.

“He’ll stick by your side around the clock, so you don’t have to worry,” their mother said.

“Okay,”Camellia replied.

Jin was even more intimidating now that they were alone. He was a stranger that she was meant to automatically trust. He was very polite and professional as he opened the car door for her and respected her personal space.

“By the way, you can just call me Jin. No need for ‘Mr. Grandet’ or anything like that,” he told her.

“Okay.”

“Let’s get going, shall we? You’ve gotta practice for an upcoming concert.” He acted as her chauffeur as well, taking her to a rehearsal. Not that his behavior was creepy, it was the fact that he was already well acquainted with her schedule. It was something that her stalkers were familiar with as well and she couldn’t stop her mind from wandering in the wrong direction.

“How do you know that?” she asked.

“Hmm? How do I know that you’ve got practice?”

“Yeah, why do you know my schedule?”

“Your parents told me. It’s not weird for a bodyguard to know their clients’ schedule and habits,” Jin explained.

“Oh,” she sighed, “sorry I guess I was just being paranoid.”

“I can’t blame you. Your parents told me that you have a couple of stalkers.”

“They weren’t that bad before. But last month, someone broke in and stole personal items and leaked personal information,” she said.

“Stalking is always bad. Doesn’t matter if they’re at a distance or breaking in and invading your space.”

“You’re right,” she agreed. “I just didn’t want to cause bigger problems.”

“You’re not causing bigger problems just because you want to protect yourself. Your feelings are valid, but don’t forget that your safety is also important.”

“I also don’t want it to be obvious that I have a bodyguard now. The stalkers might go after you.”

“Don’t worry, I can handle them,” Jin reassured. He smiled proudly and soon enough, she was smiling too.

“Just don’t overdo it, okay?”

“You got it.”

“I’m really sorry,” Camellia apologized. “I didn’t mean to get you caught up in a scandal like this.”

“Don’t worry, it's not the first time people thought I was dating my client,” Jin answered. “Besides, is that so bad? Maybe this’ll get rid of your stalkers.”

“What do you mean? Wouldn’t they try to hurt you instead?”

“Well, sure, it’s a possibility. But the obsession or parasocial relationships some people form with celebrities are sometimes romantic interests. If your stalkers think we’re dating then it might discourage them from stalking you or investing any more of their time in a one sided relationship since you’re no longer available and you might not romantically appeal to them,” Jin explained.

“I guess you’re right.”

“But don’t worry, I’m not leaving until we know for sure that those stalkers are gone for good,” he promised.

“What if it never happens?” she asked. She had already become accustomed to his presence, but she knew that he couldn’t be there forever.

“It’ll happen, just give it some time. We’ll stop these guys,” Jin reassured her. “Keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll be fine.”

Eventually, Jin replaced the paranoia. She no longer stumbled in the dark, in fear that the stalkers would know that she’s home alone when the lights were on. He watched over her and protected her as she lived comfortably once again. She was able to live, lounge, and play her piano as much as her heart desired. Playing her favorite lullaby every night made it Jin’s favorite piece too. The gentle rhythm and pleasant blend of chords was comforting and heavenly. On the nights where she was a bit more energetic, the music was accompanied by her lovely voice.

“I really like that song,” Jin complimented. “What’s it called?”

“I don’t know. My older brother composed this piece when I was young and I added lyrics to it when I got older.” She shrugged.

“He composed it just for you?”

“Yes, he composed this lullaby for me to fall asleep to.”

“Have you ever composed something for someone?” Jin asked. She didn’t answer as she directed her gaze away from him. “I guess everything you write is for yourself then?”

Camellia weakly nodded with a blush on her cheeks. “Would you like to learn how to play?”

“Sure, if you’re willing to teach.” Jin sat down beside her and she helped him place his fingers on the keys.

“Make sure to keep your fingers curved instead of flat,” Camellia instructed. She taught him a simple string of notes. Jin didn’t recognize the tune and raised a brow. “It’s a new piece.”

When Jin started to get the hang of the rhythm and got all the notes down, Camellia played the chords with her left hand. Hearing everything blend together in harmony, he smiled as they played the tune again. They played until it became muscle memory. But their muscles wouldn’t be the only one to remember, their hearts would remember it too.

“I like it,” he said.

“Actually,” she swallowed her nervousness, “I wrote it while I was thinking about you.”

Silence took over. Jin was shocked and she was waiting for him to say something. Camellia ran away from the awkward atmosphere but he caught her wrist. “Wait, don’t go.”

No one wanted to say anything despite both having busy minds. He decided to close the gap between them. Her eyes sparkled in the light because of the tears that were forming and when they fell, he brushed them away. Before anything else could happen, she fled the scene in embarrassment

After that night, they never spoke of it and it was like it never happened. Camellia diligently prepared for the upcoming concert while Jin shadowed her to keep a lookout for anything suspicious. Ever since being hired, there have been no incidents and everything seemed safe. Jin’s presence definitely reduced the worrisome activity, but nothing could be definitively concluded for the situation.

The inactivity of the stalkers combined with his struggle to sort out his feelings, Jin lowered his guard. Although in deep thought, he was still aware of his surroundings while the concert was in progress.

When Camellia took her last bow and exited the stage, Jin escorted her to her dressing room. When he opened the door there was someone waiting for them. A couple of male fans sneaked into the room when no one was looking. Jin’s heart recovered from the mini heart attack and he politely asked them to leave the room. They just ignored him and swarmed over to Camellia. They held out their pens and some notebooks to her, an innocent request.

When she finished signing, Jin asked them to leave once again, but it went ignored. The two fans positioned themself in between Jin and Camellia. Once her bodyguard was separated from her, the two fans enacted their evil plan. One of them quickly pulled a knife on Jin while the other person took Camellia away.

The man brandished his blade to intimidate Jin, but he didn’t flinch at the man’s threat. It was obvious the man hadn’t pulled a knife on anyone before. He hesitated before charging at Jin, but all he needed to do was side step the man, grab his wrist, and disarm him. “All right buddy, time for a little nap,” Jin said as he swiftly put the man in a chokehold to subdue him.

Jin left the man lying unconscious on the ground and went to get Camellia back. They hadn’t gotten too far since she put up a good fight. They gagged her and silenced her screams for help. Jin dashed over to her and freed her from the kidnapper. Without breaking a sweat, Jin detached the man from Camellia and took him down. “Go call for help.”

Camellia was flustered and panicked, but she nodded and ran off. While she was getting help, he brought the man back to the dressing room where the other guy was knocked out and casually resting on the ground. “Are you the ones who broke into her home?” Jin questioned. The kidnapper didn’t answer, he just glared at Jin. “How did you guys get in here?”

Again, the man didn’t answer and his friend was no help passed out on the ground. With no answers, Jin tied the man up with a nearby scarf. “Well, if you won’t talk to me, you’ll have lots of fun talking to the police,” Jin sighed. In no time a few security guards arrived to assess the situation and secure the area and not long after that, the police arrived. The two men were officially arrested.

When the chaos subsided, Jin approached Camellia. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt anywhere, right?” He inspected her for any injuries.

“What’s with that look?” she questioned him. His brows were scrunched and his eyes were so full of worry. “I’m fine, you don’t need to worry.”

“How could I not worry?” he sighed in relief and he pulled her into a hug.

“Um, Jin? We’re still in public.”

“Oh… right. Sorry,” he apologized and pulled away.

When they gave their statements to the police and everything was sorted out, Jin and Camellia headed back to her home.

“It’s been a long night. You should wash up and get to bed straight away,” Jin suggested.

“You should too.”

“But I have to keep watch just in case there are others out there.”

“But…” Her shoulders drooped and she frowned. “I’m a little scared to be all alone.”

Jin smiled sympathetically. “I understand. I’ll be here, I won’t go anywhere.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way but… could you stay in the bathroom while I shower?” she asked. Jin’s eyes widened with shock. “I know it sounds weird but I don’t want to be alone and being around you makes me feel at ease.”

“If that’s what you want. As long as you’re safe, it doesn’t matter if I have to wait in the bathroom,” he said.

Jin lied when he said it didn’t matter. The steam floated in the air and fogged up the mirror, setting quite the sensual scene. He suddenly felt like it was the wrong choice to comply with her request; he had no business in the steamy bathroom with a naked woman whom he had feelings for. Every so often, Jin sniffled or cleared his throat just to let Camellia know that he was still there but also to alleviate some of the awkwardness.

She was tucked into bed, but still too paranoid and anxious to sleep. So she suggested that he shower in her bathroom and sleep in her room. His emotions got the better of him and he agreed.

Jin exited the bathroom and Camellia still hadn’t fallen asleep. “You can sleep on my bed,” she invited him.

“Don’t you think I should sleep on the ground?”

“What if I step on you if I need to go somewhere?”

“Then you can step on me,” Jin said. Awkward silence ensued. “Or I could just sleep on the bed.”

They both snuggled into the bed. It was comforting and being with Jin put her mind at ease. Amidst the drowsiness, Camellia was feeling more brave to speak her mind and the words came out easily, “I really like you,” she told him.

“You do?” he asked. His tone was gentle and soft, encouraging her while he was trying to control himself.

“I like being next to you. It’s just nice, y’know?”she continued.

“I like being next to you too,” he confessed.

“I’m sorry for putting you in this position,” she mumbled and it was clear that sleep was taking over.

“It’s okay. You have nothing to apologize for.” He gave her a kiss on the forehead after her eyes fully closed and her breathing became even.

The next morning, the bed was empty. Camellia woke up alone and she started to panic. “Jin? Where are you?” she called out.

“I’m here,” he responded. He entered the bedroom to greet her. But the smile on his face was gone.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I can’t be your bodyguard,” he told her.

The smile vanished from her face too. “Why not?”

“I can’t be romantically involved with a client. It’s not professional,” he explained. “I think it would be best for your career and your reputation if we didn’t develop an intimate relationship.”

“But Jin… I need you here.”

“I can suggest someone else you could hire as your bodyguard,” Jin said.

“Okay,” she agreed.

And just like that, Jin was replaced. Her new bodyguard, Leon, was strangely very similar to Jin. He was quite close with Jin too and it only made her feel even more heartbroken.

“When Jin falls in love, he acts like a fool,” Leon told her. “He wants to protect you, but perhaps he’s hurting you even more than he thinks.”

“He’s right. It might not look good for my career. So we can’t be together.” Camellia frowned.

“But you’re only human. Why should who you date matter to other people?”

She shook her head and sighed, “ It’s not that simple for someone in the public eye. Everyone always wants to know what’s going on in my life and some people take it to extreme places.”

“Ah, I get it.” Leon nodded. “But still, I think you should be able to be with the person you love. It’s just hell when you can’t be with them.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“But Jin being Jin, he’s a stubborn one. I’ll talk some sense into him,” Leon promised.

She laughed and thanked him. “But Leon, do you have someone you love?” she asked.

Leon nodded. “Yes. I love her very much. But I don’t think she knows how much.”

“Why not? You didn’t tell her?”

“No, I’m just not capable of expressing the full value of my love for her,” Leon bragged.

“I wish you two happiness for the rest of your lives,” she said and he thanked her.

Leon kept his promise and he got Jin to agree to meet him and Camellia at a small cafe. Her palms were sweaty and her heart was beating fast as if she was about to go on stage and perform. Leon had introduced his partner, Irene, to her too. Maybe Jin was right about professionalism. Leon and Irene were doing some cliche couple things as if they were the only ones there. Luckily Camellia didn’t have to be a third wheel for that much longer as Jin had arrived. Leon and Irene left, leaving Camellia and Jin alone.

“Hi,” she greeted.

“Hey,” he replied. Just like how he greeted her the first time they met. He was so casual and easygoing with everything. It was easy to feel comfortable and safe with him. His crooked grin was as charming as she remembered and in that moment, she fell in love with him again.

“I’m not sure how to say this, so I’ll just say it as it comes to mind,” she said. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her clothes as she began to speak, “I really like you, even after all this time. And I think that we should give ourselves a chance to become something more.”

Jin smiled and nodded in agreement. “You said it perfectly. That’s the reason why I agreed to meet you here. I like you too and I want to give us a chance too.”

The new couple sat there for a few minutes, smiling and giggling, basking in their warm emotions.

Thank you for reading if you've gotten this far <3

#different universe same love ccc #ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince jin #ikepri jin #ikemen prince fanfiction #ikepri fanfiction #ikemen prince oc #ikepri oc #ikemen prince camellia

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Hi, I've been patiently on hold now. Long time listener. Its a bit of a stretch, but could I request "LIKEY" from TWICE? My 30 year old Asian-American wife is working around the clock over the holidays to finish a project with a bunch of her male coworkers, and hearing this on the radio would be a nice way for her to relax and hopefully destress for a bit!

“A trip to Korea for a little Twice. Here is “Likey””

Finally! It was your request. It felt like you had been waiting for months. The song played out. You really hoped your wife enjoyed the song. She had been working so hard. The catchy tune soon filled your ears.

Fluttering heart me likey Me likey likey likey Me likey likey likey Pit-a-pat Pit-a-pat (Heart Heart) Me likey Me likey likey likey Me likey likey likey Pit-a-pat Pit-a-pat

[Verse 1] Keep wanting to show it all again and again Every single little thing Inside the small screen, I wanna be the prettiest Yet still, I hide my feelings deep inside It takes so much effort to get the perfect look But it is something I can never give up Makes my heart beat every day, It's something you must never know Then I go on pretending [Pre-Chorus] BB cream pa-pa-pa, put on some lipstick mam-mam-ma Pose for the camera, aren't I pretty When you see this, make a smile and press hard On that cute red heart heart down there

Suddenly, you realized, you had understood the Korean words perfectly. You struggled before to learn anything even at you wife's insistence. You couldn't help but do a cute little dance to the pop tune, jumping around like a girl.

You begin to shrink in height and build, becoming increasingly slender and short. Your whole house seemed so much larger now. You look so cute and petite now as you wiggle your hips.

Your hair quickly streaks into a gorgeous deep, rich black tone. It begins to grow long and luscious. Your eyes become copies of your wife. You look like she did at 21, like her cute younger sister now. You decide to go to her vanity and just perfectly know how to apply make up so you enhance your pillowy pout with lipstick and have a thin line between cute and sexy.

The song echoed in the halls as your clothes changed to a tiny mini skirt and a matching crop top. A modestly enhanced butt puffed underneath the swirling skirt. The crop top stretched to cover bouncy little d cups. Definitely not natural for you, but nothing obscene.

You can still feel your cock dangling between your legs but you looked like a beautiful young woman now. It made you hot to think about how happy your wife would be to see you here waiting to please her.

Your poor unni! She worked so hard. You should go find her actually. You skipped around the hallways listening for the clicking and clacking of her busy computer work. As you followed the sound, your mind felt fluffy and pink asd you walked towards her.

Inside the room, you opened the door to her sitting in a leather business suit. Her coworkers were in different positions around the room, obeying her orders, hoping to please her by completing any and every task she assigned.

She noticed you as you bounced towards her puffing out your cheeks into a cute face, begging for her attention.

“Let’s turn that aegyo to some ahegao!” She smirked at you as she pressed you back into bed. She goes under your skirt finding your cock still there all though much smaller. She begins stroking when you say.

“Me likey me likey likey likey” you moan in a high pitch voice.

"I do too, and I am sure my coworkers will too cutie"

#my stories #my writing #bmbo fm #interactive #bimboization

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can i just ask you abt all of them /j

how about....love poetry jaydick? and the girl gang one i love the title <333

waffle!!!!! ily thank you for asking, i am happy to gush about these two<3 <3 <3

so, love poetry was honestly just scenes of jason reciting poetry to dick and then four scenes later i realized i had a plot idea and the rest is history lol

the basic premise is that dick *thinks* he's hallucinating jason (specifically and often as robin) and is just not mentally well about anything. except! it is actually the ghost of jason! and ghost jason is looking out for dick, or trying to anyways.

“You can feel guilty over that, sure, be an idiot,” Jason huffs and [Dick] can feel the familiar exasperation rolling off of him. “Or, you can do something about it.” His words make him pause--they always do, make him pause, make him choke the rage and grief out--but he tilts his head and just breathes. He thinks. He’s clever, his little wing is always so clever. Or maybe, he just knows him too well. “Thanks, Jay,” He murmurs, and lets his fingers curl around him. “A man takes his sadness and / throws it away / but then he’s still left with his hands.” Jason finishes, a wispy whisper against his skin, hands pushing him towards the ledge. When he leaps, cold determination and the ever present rage in his gut, Jason laughs. It carries him forward. It makes him fly. [boot theory, richard siken]

so for a while, ghost jason is reciting poetry/literature to dick and trying to keep him alive but then, jason's body wakes up, crawls out of his grave and is found by talia. ghost jason realizes shit is about to go down and not in a good way and gives a very vague, somewhat cryptic warning to dick before disappearing (aka talia dips jason in the pit and restores his ghost/soul).

and then a few years later, red hood shows up in gotham.

that's all i have so far, but i think it will have a hopeful ending. it's gonna be messy and dark first. i've been having fun plugging in some of my favorite quotes tho<3

and then girl gang girl gang GIRL GANG!!!

okay so this one, i'm honestly excited to write !!!!! but i have so little so far lmao. anyways. it's an exploration of the fact that jason is often impacted and influenced by women. Aka Jason has a (bad) good habit of being a feminist girlboss-malewife and his team-ups always end up as all girls plus him.

it starts during his training with the league, having a team up with lady shiva and cheshire, plus his whole thing with talia. i've also been thinking of combining this with another idea i've had about, instead of jason meeting and being close with damian during his league days, he was actually closer with mara al ghul (damian's cousin), so there's that.

then jason's besties with essence and ducra at the all-caste and also befriends rose wilson during his league days. then after the whole red hood debacle, he's close with faye gunn, and when he starts to dabble in team ideas (the budding outlaws!) he meets and befriends duela dent, artemis, and later isabel ardila; has a weird reunion with barbara, which then leads to him meeting stephanie (who decides jason is her new best friend). he also causes some chaos with selina and her team while in gotham.

i've also been thinking of adding a super, just not sure if i want it to be kara or not; also bette kane is a big contender (just not sure how to introduce her yet); and then i've been thinking about adding blackfire (komand'r) because she's so fascinating to me and i think she might match the whole outlaws thing a bit better than kori.

there will be cameos from kate kane, huntress, barbara + cass, onyx, donna troy, and harley, but i really want to focus on jason, cheshire, rose, duela, artemis, and steph (and hopefully bette, komand'r, and mara).

also, here's a text message snippet!

red hood: love getting sweet messages like this <3 *insert screenshot of text message* >black mask/roman: I don’t ever want to hear from you. You terrify me. Seeing your name come across my screen throws me into a panic< spoiler!alert!: why does black mask have your number???? ravager: there is something deeply wrong with you >>reply to ravager: red hood: :kissy face emoji: >>reply to spoiler!alert! red hood: i don't talk to snitches sorry spoiler!alert!: :sad face: not a snitch red hood: bestie you’re fucking robin or batgirl idk which, i don’t wanna hear ‘im not a snitch!’ ravager: shit are you fucking batgirl???? cheshire: :eye emoji: >>reply to cheshire: ravager: stay tf out of this spoiler!alert!: are YOU? red hood: -cheshire ten bucks she's sweatin rn >>reply to red hood cheshire: make it twenty >>reply to cheshire ravager: you two are the WORST >>reply to ravager red hood: stop being a disaster bi stereotype and we won’t have to have this conversation all the time cheshire: answer the question -ravager ravager: no i don't think i will spoiler!alert!: i'm calling batgirl >>reply to spoiler!alert!: red hood: snitch behavior cheshire: major snitch vibes

listen im so excited for this one but i actually need to sit down and write it lmaooo (may also need an actual plot idk)

thank you thank you thank you for asking bestieeeee ily <3 <3 <3

wip ask game here!

#waffleinator-inator #wip ask game #asks #(haven't decided if love poetry is a soulmate type au or if dick+jason were involved before his death)#dick for sure has a mental breakdown after jason's ghost disappears and then figures out who red hood is bc of the cryptic warning #there are so many options for girl gang + jason that i had trouble picking but i think this will be the main line-up #i honestly think the team might operate a lot like the birds of prey team just....more violent and chaotic lmao #jason's their token man team-mate but they love him despite his suicidal tendencies #i have a whole breakdown of mara and jason's (potential) relationship #but it also very much 'jason takes after bruce and adopts a bunch of baby metas and assassins (aka mara and the demon's fist)'#also mara has a red theme????? RED MASK RED CLOTHES; i think jason would love her actually

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