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cupcakeinat0r · 2 months

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Thinkin' abt DadBod!Miguel at the gym <3

You'd been going to the gym routinely, or at least trying to. You decided to go after working up the courage and convincing yourself that this was just for fun. That your body was your temple, and you were tending to it, no matter how it looked <3

The first week wasn't so bad. After embarrassingly tripping on equipment or accidentally dropping weights here and there, it was alright! Though at times, it was still difficult to stay consistent, until one day, you saw him.

Over on the other side of the gym, curling some dumbbells (100s, mind you), was a total 6-foot, thick, hairy dream of a man. You first noticed his chiseled face adorned by fine lines, locks of black hair framing it. With each draw of the weights, his biceps bulged. Beads of sweat trickled down his bulky chest and wide shoulders. When your eyes wander downward, you're surprised to not find washboard abs.

Oh no, what you find instead excites you even more than any pack of abs could offer you.

Your mouth waters slightly to find that his tank top has ridden up slightly over his hefty belly, graciously allowing a peek at a happy trail, its path sadly blocked by some basketball shorts (his cute bubble butt and giant dick print made up for it tho).

Despite his low, breathy grunts and intense crimson gaze towards his own reflection, he was making it look easy. You thought about how easy it'd probably be for him to carry you bride-style and throw you onto a bed before spreading your legs with those enormous hands so he could feast until your eyes crossed. Or how it'd be effortless for him to hold you tightly with your legs wrapped around that stocky midsection of his while he bullied his-

"'scuse me, you waiting for this bench?" a deep voice snaps you out of a daydream. You see the man is now looking at you with what looks like a knowing smirk. Fuck, he noticed you staring.

"Oh! N-no, was just looking for the 10s!" You blurt, evoking a velvety chuckle and dashing smile from him.

"Right over there." He motions with his chin toward the weight rack where the 10s are obviously displayed. After you thanked him, He smiled and nodded back to you, turning back toward the mirror to do his last set.

The second week felt like no problem. Instead of dragging yourself to the gym, you looked forward to it, scanning for your new gym crush every time you entered.

You'd feel a lil surge of happiness when you do find him there, feeling brave enough to exchange smiles and sometimes even little waves from across the gym. One time, the older man made you swoon when he winked at you upon entering the gym. After seeing your cute reaction, this would be how he greeted you every time.

The third week came You're at the squat rack, feeling stronger than usual, so you opt to go the heaviest you've ever gone. Big mistake. By the third rep, you fail to get back up, panicking and legs shaking. Just when you feel yourself start to fall, you see a pair of hands dart toward the bar from behind you, lifting it with ease and allowing you to stand back up. The bar is re-racked and you turn to find gym bae.

"You okay?" he gently prompts, a worried look on his face.

"Yes, thank you... think I might've gone too heavy." you nervously chuckle. He does as well, seeing that you're alright.

"Next time you go for a PR, you need to ask for a spotter, hun." He gives you that dashing smile again, his hands on his love handles.

"Yeah, I probably should've," you lower your head in defeat, "I didn't bring anyone with me though."

"You could've asked me," He says matter of factly as if it should've been obvious that he should be the one to spot you. "I would've done it with no problem, mama." His pet names make your womanhood pulse.

You look back up at him, your lips curled into a shy smile.

"C'mon, let's try again." "No, no, mama, I got that, I'll put it away for you." "Keep your knees like this-theeeere you go. "Gimme one more, mama, just one more, you can do it." "Atta girl! Good job, mamita."

You learned that his name is Miguel. He'd become your designated spotter on leg days, the sensation of his larger frame against yours making you nervous in the best way.

Your favorite is when his tummy accidentally brushes against your back, and borderline, your ass, and if not his tummy, it'd be his prominent bulge (which isn't there bc he gets to spot the adorable girl with an amazing ass from the gym... totally not that).

On the Fourth week, Miguel would ask you if you wanted to be workout buddies altogether. Of course, you accept, in which he asks for your number so like that, he can text you when he's going and vice versa.

It's the fifth week, and you both have worked out together a couple times already. Miguel texted you in the morning asking if you'd like to join him, which you were totally down for.

You two started with lateral pull-downs. Once it was your turn, you sat on the machine and reached for the handle, pulling it as you began your set.

Anytime you felt like you wanted advice or correction, Miguel eagerly helped you.

His hands would stay on your waist, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Mhm, there you go, you're doin' so good, mama." He praises in almost a whisper.

If only he knew he was making the exercise only harder. As if that weren't enough, his finger would occasionally message your hip. Your bodies were so close that you were able to hear each satisfied hum from his lips, suggesting you were doing the exercise right.

"Good girl, that was better. You feel it now?" He says, letting go to let you off the machine.

"Yeah, thank you! When it comes to upper body, I'll need all the help I can get. I'm just glad I’m getting it from an upper-body master." You flirtatiously add, playfully poking at one of his biceps.

This makes him blush, but only for a moment before he returns with a cocky response, "Thanks, hun. I'm glad to be working out with a leg-day goddess."

Now it was your turn to blush, except you didn't have any smart comeback, boosting Miguel's ego.

"Listen, let me treat you to smoothie after this, yeah?" He says it more like a statement than a request, and you happily oblige.

What you were expecting was a simple, cheap smoothie from a spot you usually go to, but instead, you're met with a drive-thru menu listing shakes from $20 and up. Oh he got moneyyyy.

Miguel tells you to pick any that looks good to you. He orders for himself and you as well, parking the car once the two of you get the smoothies.

As he sips from the cup, you take the opportunity to subtly glance at his figure, his muscles, how his pecs sit beautifully on top of his soft belly, his thighs constrained by the confines of his gym shorts. You think how badly you wanna sit there, grinding on the print 'til there was a wet spot-

"Something on your mind, mama?" You look back at him, taking a few seconds to register his words.

You hastily look back down at your drink and shake your head, “Nothing… thank you so much for this, it’s delicious!”

then he grabs the shoulder of your chair to lean toward you, “Of course, mama, but I don’t think you’re being completely truthful with me, hm?”

You look at him, playfully shaking your head again, knowing full well you’ve been caught.

“What’s in that pretty lil head of yours, hm? dime.” He puts the smoothie into the cup holder to free his other hand, placing it on your thigh, and softly squeezes it. “Just say the word, and you’ll get anything you want.”

Your lips curl slyly as you think of a response.

“Well… we never did cardio.”

Now you were here in his car, being bounced on his fat dick on the passenger seat, holding onto his his big shoulders for dear life. You were basically his fleshlight at this point… with those big hands.

You could feel his body now taut against yours, your tits bouncing relentlessly, his muscled, thick thighs below your ass, his balls slapping against your pussy lips, his bush tickling your clit, his pelvis pushing your ass up and his curved belly against your front side. It all was sending you into euphoria.

With you vigorously bouncing on his cock and his beautiful moaning, you fully let go. “Aw yes, Daddy,“ you mumbled without thinking.

In fact, you couldn’t think at all. All you knew was this fat cock and your pussy was memorizing all its veins and curves.

“Mmfuck baby, yea, say that again f’me”, he groaned through gritted teeth as he mercilessly bounced you down his painfully hard shaft.

“Please, Daddy, please!” You whined with your hands desperately seeking support on his big shoulders.

You can feel the sheet of sweat on his belly and on his thighs, which turned the smacking of your ass sound even more lewd.

“Fuck, say it again.” He growled, getting faster now.

“Mmmm, Daddy— Daddy, pleaseeee.”

“Louder, baby, c’mon—“

“UNGH DADDYYYY”

“Oh FUCK… you wanted cardio, baby, I’ll give you cardio… fuckin’ take it… coño.” Your panting became synchronized with every pound of his cock into your abused and bruised cunt, getting higher and higher in pitch, firing him up to go faster and harder.

“Gonna cum on this fat cock, right? Gonna cum f’me, mami?” He ordered, dropping octaves from his usual gentle tone with you.

“Mmmnn, Nnyesyyesyesyes—“ you babbled, the shakiness of your voice the result of the aggressive bouncing.

“Ah… carajo…” his cock accidentally slips out from your cunt, making you wince from the sudden empty sensation, “ungh!”

Holding up your ass, he takes a moment to admire the view, hissing from the sight of his angrily red cock and veins pulsing from your cunt sucking him in so deliciously. A ring of your cream erotically placed at the base of his length, just above his perfect bush. He guides his fat tip back to your dripping cunt using his thumb, pushing it back into your swollen folds.

He was back to ramming into your abused cunt in no time, chasing each others high’s.

“C’mon…fuck, c’mon, mama, you’re almost there…. Aw f-fuck… almost there…” he moans with his brows knitted and through a clenched jaw.

“Daddy I’m g’na— I’m cummingimcummingimcumming—“

“Aw, fuck, asi— asi mami— ah, ah…” Miguel holds back choked whines as he get closer, not allowing himself to let go until he knew you came first.

You speak in gibberish before crying into your climax, Miguel letting out a long, exasperated groan when he reaches his. You can feel his hot cum overfilling you, making you whine as it leaks down your thigh.

After draining himself completely, making sure every drop was in you, he gently pulls out, “Fuck… you did so good for me, mama… so good.”

Miguel lets you rest against his heaving chest and soft belly, rubbing your back as you caught your breath. You smiled a tired smile when you notice how hard Miguel is breathing as well, knowing you worked him out, too.

“You ok, mamita?” He plants a tender kiss on your shoulder, making a trail up your neck and finally to your forehead.

“Mhm,” you hum, you look up at him and are met with his plump, wet lips, tongues becoming entangled with each other as he groans into your mouth.

“I say… we do cardio like this every day.”

A/n: Haiii, I hope u liked it <3 Love my man sm <3 None of my gym baes could ever compare to himmmmm😭😭😭

@angel-of-the-moons Ty Ty Ty my luv for planting the seed in my head <3

Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!!

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withleeknow · 4 months

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Lee Minho/Know + “quit it or i’ll bite.” + “do it. i dare you.” + suggestive

Thank you if you take this request!!! Up to you who's doing the biting :)

feline tendencies. (m)

pairing: minho x f!reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, suggestive (probably a teeny bit more than suggestive), minors dni; practically dry humping, biting kink??, mimo's pecs (yes they deserve their own warning) word count: 0.9k

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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"quit it or i'll bite," minho grumbles, wriggling away from you in an attempt to ward your paws off him. "jesus, what's gotten into you?"

"i wish you would," you mutter, crawling toward him again to lay your head on him once more. the man is reading his book, just trying to enjoy his saturday afternoon and yet there's a menace quite literally in his lap, making grabby hands at him. disrupting his peace and quiet, though that's not really anything new.

"insatiable," minho tsks, his fingers carding through your hair, lightly massaging your scalp as he makes an effort to appease you. his attention is then promptly returned to the pages in front of him.

that's how your weekends are usually spent - lounging about, being lazy together, relaxing by each other's side.

you're just acting up today.

your twitchy fingers have a mind of their own. they dance up his stomach, over his abs until they reach their desired destination.

you place your entire hand over one of his pecs and squeeze, giggling to yourself when you feel his skin under your palm. this earns you a glare though it doesn't faze you.

minho may be scary to other people, but never when he's with you. it's just physically impossible, even if he wanted to.

"seriously, what is with you?"

you give his chest another tender squeeze. "boobs," you say simply. you think that's a pretty good explanation.

maybe you're no better than a man after all.

so it started a couple of weeks ago.

minho rarely skips going to the gym and while you are eternally grateful for it, you must admit that sometimes it drives you a little crazy. you respect his commitment, the consistency of his workout regimen (this could never be you, but that's beside the point); it's one of the traits that you admire most about him - he sees things through and adheres to the schedule that he makes for himself. minho doesn't half-ass the things he does or ditches them when he's feeling a little lazy (unlike you).

however...

it's this same dedication to his routine that's been sending you into a frenzy. lately, your boyfriend has been focused on working a particular area of his body and honestly? it's making you spiral more than you have ever spiraled.

chest. who knew it would be your downfall?

when minho came home last evening straight from the gym, you swear you almost passed out the second he walked through the door. his pecs looked especially good even under his shirt that you practically salivated, shamelessly ogling him like a hungry wolf.

minho sighs as if he's at his wits' end with you, though this time, he lets you continue feeling him up. "you wouldn't like it if i did the same thing to you, now would you?"

"actually, i think i would like that very much."

"i will bite you, no joke."

you have no doubt that he actually would. but again, that isn't something that you would been entirely opposed to either. you might be one of the only people on planet earth who can handle lee minho.

"your feline tendencies are jumping out," you comment, your hand still on his chest, alternating between playful pokes and full on kneading his pecs like dough. "do it. i dare you."

minho bares his teeth at you in the cat-like way that he sometimes does. it's cute, oh so cute.

before you know it, the book is haphazardly flung onto the carpeted floor (bookmark be damned) and your boyfriend is forcing a yelp from your lips when he practically pounces on you. your head is no longer on his lap; instead, he's got you pinned underneath him, his hips flushed against yours.

you can feel him through his sweats. delectable.

minho leans in until his lips ghost over yours. "stop testing me," he murmurs.

"stop tempting me," you shoot back.

"but i'm not though?"

"your boobs are."

"my god." he lowers his head to your neck, his soft lips brushing against your exposed skin as he chuckles. "that's not what they are."

"they might as well be. they're gonna be bigger than mine one day."

the sound coming from his mouth morphs into a laugh, airy and completely defeated by your words. "god, you're just so..."

"i'm so what?"

"weird," minho says.

you smile. "perfect for you then, aren't i?"

"mhmm."

then he's closing the gap between his mouth and your neck, lightly sucking on your skin as he rolls his hips against your body, spreading your legs open so he could slot between them more comfortably, so he could fit against you perfectly.

"oh," you gasp when he ruts forward, presses himself into the warmth between your thighs, over your shorts and his sweats. you weave your fingers through his hair to keep his head close to your neck as if he has any intention on moving elsewhere. minho continues to kiss and lick at your skin, nibbling on it gently in alternation.

"i thought..." you breathe out heavily, your body starting to move against his too, "thought you promised to bite me."

"promised? it was more of a threat, wasn't it?"

"same difference."

you can't see him, but you can just bet that minho is rolling his eyes. then, you feel his teeth graze the skin of your neck like he's deciding where the best spot would be. he presses his hard pecs tightly against yours as his mouth closes in. you almost fall apart right then and there.

well, this certainly awakened something in you, didn't it?

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jeonwonoops2 · 1 year

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Seventeen’s Love Languages

Acts of Service

Scoups: probably the type to do the dishes every time. If you cook, he’ll do the dishes. If you’re cleaning, he’ll do laundry. The type to also run errands for you if you find that stuff boring/tiring. Y’all’s going to divide-and-rule this chores game.

Jeonghan: maybe the kind to pay for things without really making it obvious. Acts of service doesn’t have a standard definition (like everything else) for this man. And then one day you’d wonder “oh yeah I don’t recall the last time I filled gas in the car”. Same goes for things around the house.

Joshua: the kind to do things you didn’t realise were due, like figure out insurance stuff or change your car batteries or maybe even restock supplies. He’ll pick up on things you might have missed so you don’t have to bother later.

Jun: seems like the type to notice little things that need attention/fixing, like tidying up cables, fixing a creaking cupboard door, and will do all the heavy lifting without ever being asked.

Hoshi: he might work better with instruction; you tell him to do something and he’ll do it every day thereafter. Would like nothing more than watering plants as you talk about your day, or fold laundry when you guys are watching tv.

Wonwoo: I think he’s a “do taxes before they’re due” kinda person, and would do stuff that you might find tedious. Might be tidying around the house as a habit so you don’t even really realise it, but it comes naturally to him.

Woozi: puts you on a phone plan so you never pay phone bills. I’d say same goes for gym memberships, grocery discount cards, online shopping accounts, etc. that you might not have ever bothered with because it was already done before you knew it.

Dokyeom: he may do little things but is consistent. He’d remember doctor’s appointments, recycling days, etc. and do his bit to help. The type to brew you coffee every morning.

Mingyu: literally everything you need done on that day. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, taking out the trash, groceries, honestly that’s the day you do nothing at all and everything’s taken care of.

The8: perhaps the type to remind you to go for health check ups and pick up the right vitamins/ supplements for you. He’ll do things you don’t have the time for, including organising, tidying and will do that when he sends you off on a spa appointment.

Seungkwan: Will likely enrol in a Pilates class with you and make sure your time off from work is spent on yourself. If you have a hobby or play a sport, he’ll always remember little things like buying you new equipment or tools. Probably into organising and labelling stuff.

Vernon: always remembers your takeout order, whether it’s coffee or your favourite pizza joint. Will never skip your weekend routines and make sure everything’s in place for movie night or barbecue Sunday, so you can relax until Monday comes again.

Dino: probably drives you around a lot whenever you need to go somewhere. Always remembers your work timings and calls you when you’re late. Will pick you up on late nights and drive you on groggy mornings.

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sadiegirl2021 · 2 months

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Silly little one shot for @gwynrielweeksofficial - Day 2: Compatible (loose interpretation)

Soul Meets Body on Ao3

“I don’t care how good-looking he is, Nesta! I’m not letting you set me up on a blind date.”

“Gwyn! Please!! This guy is your soulmate. He loves all the same books as you, he goes to the gym, he’s got a coffee addiction! You’re basically the girl version of him.”

“So! Blind dates are weird. You know how shy I can get…”

“He’s shy too!”

“Oh, wonderful! Really selling it. So we’ll just sit there, and not talk at all during dinner?”

“Talk about books!”

“Bye, Nesta!”

“Wait–”

Gwyn hung up the phone. She was sick of this. Why couldn’t her friends just accept that she didn’t want a boyfriend right now? College was crazy enough without adding love or sex on top. She needed to stay focused and certainly had no room to entertain Nesta’s blind date idea.

“So stupid,” she mumbled to herself, reaching for a bag of apples at the supermarket.

“What did you call me?”

Gwyn looked up and felt her jaw comically fall to the floor as she gazed at the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. Raven-black hair, golden eyes, and tall… so freaking tall!

“Oh… no… I wasn’t–”

He smiled, and her heart skipped a beat. “Relax, I’m just messing with you.”

Gwyn didn’t dare speak again, for fear it would be an incoherent jumble of words. This was what she was talking about with Nesta. Whenever she started talking to a cute guy, she froze like this! Her mind raced with funny and interesting things to say, but her mouth decided to keep shut. She just smiled at him.

“.... those are good apples,” he said, shifting a little awkwardly. Gwyn would have expected someone of his stature to radiate confidence.

“Yeah… they’re my favourite.” Gods, so smart, Gwyn!

“Me too… I like oranges as well.”

“Same.”

Was this possibly the worst conversation she’d ever had?

He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. “Do you come here often?”

Oh my god. Was he… flirting with her?

Gwyn let out a little chuckle, “Oh yeah, the supermarket is where it’s at. Haven’t you heard?” Better!

He laughed, and damn if it wasn’t giving her crazy butterflies.

“I’m Azriel,” he said smoothly, seeming to relax more in her presence.

“Gwyn,” she replied with a slight flush on her cheeks.

“Gwyn,” he whispered like an answer to a question. “I don’t normally do this… I mean I never do this… but do you want to grab dinner tonight?”

“Like a date?”

“Yeah… I mean, cool if not… I just–”

“Yes! I’d love to.”

He seemed to sigh in relief, “That’s great! Amazing… can I grab your number, and I’ll text you the details?”

She nodded, “Of course!” Oh my god, how did she pull this off? He was the hottest guy she’d ever met, and he just asked her out!

They gleefully exchanged numbers, exchanged a few more awkward observations of the fruit around them, and went their separate ways.

Gwyn practically floated home, dying to rummage through her wardrobe for the perfect outfit. Nesta was going to kill her… but blind dates were stupid! At least she knew she was attracted to Azriel.

______________________

Gwyn had opted for a short, sapphire-blue, body-con dress with silver strappy heels and no jacket. It was the height of summer… plus she looked way too hot to cover up.

“I can’t believe you’re going out with some rando over the guy I picked for you!” Nesta huffed from the couch.

Gwyn finished putting on her cherry-red lipstick and rolled her eyes at Nesta’s statement.

“Cassian is going to be pissed. You’re turning down his best friend for some stranger.”

“You know, I haven’t even met Cassian yet! So why would I want to date his best friend? Are you even dating Cassian?”

“Don’t judge our… situation! It’s complicated.”

“Because you’re in love with him?”

“He wishes!” Nesta laughed with an air of ‘yes, I love him so much it’s killing me, but I don’t know how to handle emotions.”

*Buzz Buzz*

“That’s him! Can you please get it? I need to grab my bag.”

It was Nesta’s turn to roll her eyes as she threw off her snuggly blanket and made her way to the door. As she opened it, she quipped, “You better not be some serial killer–Oh my god, Azriel!?”

“Nesta… hey! Do–Do you live here?”

She nodded in confirmation. “You’re Gwyn’s date for tonight?”

“Yeah, we met at the supermarket earlier. Hey, Cassian was in a foul mood today. What happened with you two last night?”

Nesta scowled at the mere mention of his name, and Azriel flinched, not expecting an answer.

“Hey, Azriel,” Gwyn chirped as she left her bedroom.

Azriel’s hand flew to his chest, as if someone had shot him with a cupid's arrow. “Wow! Gwyn… you look–”

Gwyn couldn’t even let him finish; she hated compliments, “So do you! Shall we go?” she asked, moving to the door. Nesta had the strangest look on her face, and a sly grin that was a little frightening. Gwyn gave her a ‘what the fuck’ look in exchange.

Azriel seemed to notice their interactions. “I’ll give you a minute.” He backed away into the hall to wait for her.

“What?” Gwyn exclaimed.

“That’s the guy!!”

“What guy?”

“The blind date guy… Cassian’s friend!”

“Are you serious?”

Nesta nodded with a huge grin.

Gwyn could only laugh. “Well… I still think blind dates are stupid!”

Nesta smirked, “So destiny intervened! Have a great night with your soulmate!”

“Shut up!”

Gwyn caught up with Azriel. He looked so sleek in his pressed black trousers and crisp white shirt, with a couple of buttons open to show a thick silver chain. If this was indeed her soulmate, she had some serious praying to the gods to do in thanks.

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fun-loving-peach · 2 months

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Love at First Bump

Toru Oikawa x Reader

Paring: Oikawa Toru x Reader

Word count: 924

Summary: Love at first sight only he bumped into you in the middle of the hallway and fell head over heels.

Author’s Note: I’m thinking of making a few drabbles for all the boys this week maybe later if I actually write and like it. (h/c) -> hair color,(e/c) -> eye color (y/n) -> your name

You knew who Oikawa was, you even went to a few of his games but always stayed in your own little world with your friends. He didn’t know you or seen you until today.

He was walking to the gym as he bumped into you. As soon as he looked at you he was awestruck, he couldn’t look away from you as you guys apologized for bumping into each other. It was like love at first sight for him and ever since then he tried to get to know you better but failed until now.

it was a chilly day today and you were walking down the hall to your next class when you bumped into him once again almost falling onto the floor.

"Oh, I'm sorry!!" You say panicking as you looked up to him.

He looked down his attention completely on you. He couldn’t help but staying still and stare at your beautiful eyes.

"Are you alright? You look a little red " You say looking slightly worried at his silence.

"Oh... Yeah, yeah, I'm fine...” He said too caught up looking at your eyes. He tried to talk to you but was too mesmerized to even form a proper sentence. Your eyes were beautiful by the way they glittered in the light it was just... Heavenly for him.

"Okay? Well I'm heading out. Bye!" You say confused as you left waving goodbye and went to class, leaving him with his thoughts.

He watched as you walked into your class. He couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach. He never felt like this. How could he suddenly be so transfixed by this person that he’s never even spoken to? Why did he feel this way..? He was left with so many questions, but he knew one thing... he wanted to actually talk to you next time.

it was a few days after when you met again, bumping into each other on the way home.

"Oh hi there, we keep bumping into each other huh. I don't mean to pry but do you live around here?" You asked walking beside him at the same pace.

As soon as I heard your voice, I turned around. My heart skipped a beat. You were even prettier this time. Your shiny (h/c) hair blowing in the wind. Your (e/c) eyes sparkling as always.

"Oh yeah, I live around here. I'm guessing you do too?" He said smiling at you.

"Yup, what a coincidence right?" You said smiling at him.

"Yeah... It really is.." He said, still being unable to tear his eyes away from yours.

Just looking at you and seeing you smile was enough to calm his nerves. He was getting so flustered and you weren’t even doing anything. He couldn’t think straight from the way your hands would brush against each other and walked closer to one another.

You guys continued walking silently until you arrived to your house.

"This is me, this was nice Oikawa." You say softly standing in front of the fence as you looked up to him.

"Yeah... It was... But... Can I ask you something..? You don't have to answer or anything I know I'm just some stranger, but I was wondering.” He asked nervously but tried to be confident and smooth like he would talk to his fangirls.

"You're not a stranger, i've seen your games a few times, Oikawa." You chuckled shuffling your feet as you waited for him to speak.

He was stunned. This person just... You remembered who he was? It wasn't like he was some kind of celebrity, although his fangirls would say otherwise. But knowing that you watched his games and recognized him, he couldn't help but feel his heart pound out of his chest.

"Oh... So you do know me." He paused, taking a deep breath.

"Well, I wanted to ask...” He said slightly hesitating.

"Yeah?" You ask noticing his hesitation.

He takes a breath as he directly looks at you putting on his confident act to try impress to you.

“Would you like to hang out sometime? I’d really love to get to know you.” He said smiling as he looked at you tenderly.

"Are you asking me on a date, Oikawa?" You chuckled getting closer to him.

"Yeah, I guess i am." He smiles big as his face got red. How was it possible that they made him this flustered so quickly? He couldn't think straight when he was in front of you.

"I'd love too, oh and just call me by my first name, (y/n). also that's my phone number. You can text me the details for our date." You grinned giving him a piece of paper and going over to your front door.

He couldn't really process what was happening, you said yes! You were actually okay with him asking you out! (y/n)... he couldn't help but smile. He pocketed the paper, and before you went through the door, he shouted after you.

"Okay! I'll call you soon!" He said excitedly.

"Bye Toru!!" You called him by his first name as you waved and entered the house leaving him on the sidewalk.

He waved back and continued walking home. Oh my god... Was this really happening? He was going on a date, with the most beautiful person he’d ever seen! He couldn't understand how or why, but it didn't matter. He was so happy, he couldn't stop beaming as he made my way home, wanting to hurry up and tell Iwaizumi what just happened.

#haikyū!!#haikyuu #haikyu x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa fluff #hq oikawa #oikawa x you #oikawa tōru #oikawa torū #haikyuu scenarios

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manheeiim · 2 months

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chapter one: my last cheer

-- a ghostly love masterlist

September, 2003

I groaned as I shut my locker and adjusted my backpack. I was in no mood to go to cheer practice but really, I had no choice. I mean, I could skip, but my mom would definitely find out and she hated me missing practice so I already knew all the trouble I’d get into if I did that. I had no choice. So, despite how much I didn’t want to go, I trudged my way to the girl’s locker room.

I got out of my school clothes, into my cheer uniform and stuffed my bag into my locker, before shutting it and heading over to a mirror in front of one of the sinks to check how I looked. I attempted to put my hair into a ponytail but I just ended up failing miserably due to how distracted I was. I tried three times but it just wasn’t working out. I let out a groan, the other girl’s who were getting ready as well looking over at me as I aggressively took my hair tie off and put it on my wrist, once again, trudging out of the locker room annoyed.

I made my way into the gym where a bunch of mats were set up on the floor and a bunch of other people on the cheer squad were already here, stretching and warming up. I made my way over and started stretching, haphazardly. I had no energy to be here today, not that I ever really did, it was just especially bad today.

After ten more minutes, when everyone finally arrived, the cheer coach started talking. “Okay, guys! We’re going to start off with some tumbling. Get in three lines and I want the first people in the lines to do some cartwheels and so on.” The coach instructed us and so we all went to do as she said.

As I was standing in the front of the line, waiting for my turn, a girl on the team, Chloe, one of my close friends, tapped on my shoulder. I looked over at the girl who stood behind me in line. She was around 5 '4, she had straight medium-length blonde hair, fair skin that always seemed to glow, and dark blue eyes. She was so perfect. I was nowhere near as perfect as she was. I was 5 '7, had wavy or maybe even curly-ish dark brown almost black hair, my skin wasn’t as fair as hers, I had some acne, and dark brown dull eyes. I hated everything and anything about the way I looked. Guys at my school though, they seemed to disagree. They were always all over me and I could never understand it. I really couldn’t.

“You okay, Lucia?” Chloe asked with a small smile.

I wanted to smile back, I did, but I had no energy to do that. “Yep.” I lied as I turned forward, watching as the girls in front of me stepped off the mats, meaning it was my row's turn to go.

“Are you sure?” I heard Chloe say behind me but I just went and did the cartwheels down the mat, having no desire to talk about how I was feeling, especially not right now.

After tumbling and conditioning, we had to practice a bit for the spring pep rally that was tomorrow. I was one of the flyers tomorrow so I was a bit nervous, but honestly, I knew that I’d be fine as I had a lot of experience, thanks to my mom, and well, my teammates had never dropped me before.

When I flew and did a twist in the air, I didn’t exactly do it correctly which messed me up a little but still, as expected, my teammates caught me. I apologized as I never usually messed up. The coach yelled my name and motioned for me to go over to her.

“Lucia! What are you doing? You have to pay attention or you could get yourself seriously hurt!” She sternly told me.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry coach, I just have been-” I’m cut off.

“Uh-uh, no excuses. Get your head in the game and go up and do it again.” My coach says. I just look at her for a moment, “Go!” She then yelled and I ran to my teammates and went to practice again.

The next afternoon, it was time for the pep rally. All the teams had to run across the field while the people in the bleachers cheered so, obviously, so did the cheer squad. The football team went before and us and everyone in the bleachers were screaming for them, stomping their feet, and just acting a fool. It was nice though, it meant they were having fun. I wasn’t.

“And now, give it up, for the Split River High cheer team!” The principal yelled over the stadium's loudspeakers. We ran out into the field, smiling and waving at the crowd and everyone was going crazy on the bleachers. We got to the center of the field and waved some more before running to the track to sit, watch the other teams go out, and get ready to perform for everyone.

We watched and waited for a little while before it was time for us to go out on the field and perform. Music being played from a CD started playing over the loudspeakers and we started our performance.

Things were going well, they really were. That was until I saw my mom, standing next to my coach, waving at me. Why was she even here? I didn’t want her to be here.

After I took notice of my mom, I was distracted. I tried my best to not let it get to me though as I was literally performing in front of everyone and I had to go in the air in a few moments. I keep a fake smile on my face as I step onto my teammates hands. They lift me up and I go flying in the air. Once again, I did the twist incorrectly but instead of being caught, I fell on the floor in a bad position and everything went dark.

#manheeiim #milo manheim #milo #milo manheim x reader #milo x reader #wally clark #wally clark x reader #wally clark x oc #wally x reader #wally clark imagine #wally clark fanfiction #school spirits #school spirits imagine #school spirits fanfiction

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You’ve said before how you think Bakugo would be an even worse simp than Kirishima. I’d love to see those early days where he goes from 0-100. I’m sure he would be wayyyy too much to handle for the wrong person. Smothering. Good thing you’re the perfect one for him, eh? 💍

It’s the way he makes it so obvious that he’s completely obsessed with you, but you just don’t see it.

Every time he’s inviting you out on his lunch break to grab coffee, or dinner/drinks after work- but it’s never fancy places or anything like that. Just Starbucks or comfy hole in the wall ramen places- places that are just casual? So you never think of it as anything more than your boss taking you out, or maybe after all the months working for him you could call yourself his friend? Acquaintance?

It felt like growing up and going to hero school meant he surrounded himself with heroes since he was young, so Bakugou doesn’t really have any “normal” friends. And in your mind that’s why he likes spending time with you so much? The normality of it all— you have absolutely no idea he doesn’t feel the same.

And Bakugou, even pushing thirty, has never been in love— he’s never so much as had a first kiss. So when he falls, he falls hard.

He’s fist pumping in his office when you agree to go for coffee with him, threating over how he looks as he tries to glance in his reflection in the camera of his laptop (taking the sticky plastic that obscures it off so many times he has to constantly replace it), trying to lull his speeding heart and his pink cheeks as you stand in the elevator together. Your perfume making it hard to breathe as he begins to fall into you again— it’s like you have no idea what you do to him as you talk to him about a phone call you had with Pro-Hero Hawks earlier that day.

When he insists on driving/walking/commuting home with you, he’s grinning outside your house- a slight skip in his step as he makes his own way home. Immediately texting Kirishima about his date.

Kirishima[9.06PM]: But she knew it was a date, right?

Of course you did, why wouldn’t you?

Except you don’t, you just think your boss is being kind- the best boss you’ve had so far if you’re being honest! But there’s no way a Pro-Hero, especially the handsome number two, would ever fancy someone like you.

But things begin to get more lavish. Flowers on your desk in the morning, extravagant gifts that no boss is buying their secretary— but you still don’t see it.

It’s only when you’re off work for a week where he starts to go a little insane. Instantly missing you, the temporary secretary is useless. His coffee is never on his desk in the morning, she interrupts his workouts in the gym downstairs, she patches shitty Deku’s calls straight through without even asking and don’t even get him started on the paperwork. He’s practically bouncing off the walls waiting for you to get back.

But his texts are consistent, clicking the contact in his phone. Probably something like “wife” even though you’re not even official (in his mind you are), and he’s sending text after text seeing how you are, what you’re doing, telling you he’s excited for you to come back.

Kirishima catches him one morning and he’s like “Man, she’s on vacation. Let her have a break,” but Bakugou is childishly hiding his phone to his chest when his best friend tries to peer over his shoulder as he furrows his brows, “I’m just checkin’ up on her.”

But if you think that was bad, wait until you come back— it’s somehow worse? He’s so smothering that he gets no work done the first day you’re back, canceling his scheduled patrol as he hands it off to one of his sidekicks. Spending the day in the office as he gives you things to do, constantly calling you in to see him for the silliest things just so he can talk to you.

#soft bakugou #he’s such a fool in love #💍anon

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valaruakars · 2 years

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Let’s Get Physical (Part 1)

Viktor/F!Reader || 1.8k || Modern!AU + Gym!AU || SFW (for now!)

A beefy gal looking for a better place to workout, your friend Jayce invites you over to his home gym. He offers you everything you could ever want: great equipment, great company, and a ridiculously hot roommate that might just hate you.

A/N: Was this (loosely) a request? Yes. Is this about to be wildly self indulgent? Also yes. Last thing: tytyty @sweatandwoe for providing the header that’s absolutely not jayce. nope. not at all.

It starts simply, as most things do, with a text.

Your phone pings from somewhere in the mess of your bed, and you fish it out to find an unexpected name lighting up the screen.

[Jayce (Talis?), 5:03pm]: Hey! This is kind of random, but Caitlyn told me that you’re not happy with your current gym situation. I get it! Those big gyms are always full of creeps haha! I have a pretty great set up at home and I promise I’m not a creep, so if you’re ever interested in working out together, it’d be cool to have you over. Let me know sometime!

He’s a friend of a friend—just an acquaintance to you—but Jayce has always seemed like a good guy. Truthfully, you’ve always wanted to get to know him better. Met him multiple times through your friend group, and your mutual interest in fitness clearly aligned, but somehow the opportunity to grow your friendship kept slipping through your fingers. Never the right time.

Until now.

You’d give anything to have a more private space to work out in without the prying eyes of men who, at best, stare through your squat set or, at worst, ‘just want to help’ by approaching unsolicited about your lifting form or your workout plan. Assholes, the lot of them. You know what you’re doing and you’re sick of being treated otherwise. Sick of paying to be uncomfortable and skipping workouts out of dread.

It’s a bonus that you’d get to spend more time with Jayce. He has a stellar reputation, known for being a supportive, giving person and pretty hilarious to drink with. Nobody’s ever called him a creep, even drunk, and it makes you feel even better knowing that he has a girlfriend too.

You don’t hesitate to respond.

[5:05pm] Hi!! Not random at all, thank you for offering :) If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love to take you up on that. I’ve always wanted a workout buddy and a home setup sounds way better than where I’m at now.

Hitting send is the easiest thing you’ve done all day.

The hardest is waiting for him to respond.

It’s not immediate, letting your excitement slowly sour into anxiety. Maybe he thought you’d say no? Maybe you shouldn’t have sounded so eager? Did he think you were desperate?

You might be.

Just a little bit.

You’re not particularly interested in joining the women’s boxing gym with Cait and Vi, which up until now has been your only decent alternative. Nothing against them! But it’s expensive, and a good lifting to cardio ratio has always been your preference.

About twenty five minutes later, the text tone sounds in your lap and his name finally lights up the lock screen again. You scramble to unlock it.

[Jayce (Talis?), 5:24pm]: Short notice, but would you want to come tonight? I’m thinking around 7.

Before you could move your fingers to respond, another text came through.

[Jayce (Talis?), 5:24pm]: Vi might come too. Not 100% sure yet.

Playing it cool, you force yourself to wait a few minutes. All of which is spent staring at the message, formulating the perfect casual response. You settle on:

[5:30pm] Sounds great! Tell me where to go and I’ll be there :)

An hour and a half later, you find yourself dressed to sweat, pulling up to the address he’d sent.

It’s a well-kept house in a pretty nice neighborhood. Not far from you either—about twenty minutes when the traffic’s light. Bigger than you expected, definitely, with two cars in the driveway.

Neither of which belong to Vi.

You pick one to park behind and, as you kill the engine, consider that it would’ve been more polite to park on the street instead.

“Oh well,” you sigh, rife with nervous energy. Too late.

He’s seen you.

It’s not as if you could sneak up on him. The garage door is wide open, giving you a distant glimpse of the ‘great set-up’ he promised. Of him, with a huge, welcoming grin and an enthusiastic wave after he sets down two colossal dumbbells on the floor, thickly padded out over the concrete slab. He’s wearing the shortest neon shorts you’ve ever seen on a man, but hey, to each their own. Certainly makes his thighs look like tree trunks, if that’s what he’s going for.

His breezy, upbeat demeanor is contagious. You feel the part of you that is thrilled for the opportunity take control, practically bounding up the driveway, gym bag slung over your shoulder, to greet him. Your smile brightens; you feel it keenly in your cheeks as you wave back.

“Hey, welcome!” he says, meeting you at the wide open threshold. Hardly a bead of sweat on his brow—yet.

“Good to see you, Jayce! I really appreciate the invite.”

He goes in for a casual hug, like you’ve known each other for years—plural. Not just one and some change as two ships passing. “No problem,” he grins, giving you a good-natured squeeze. “Happy to share.”

You return it easily, pleased to be treated like a familiar friend, before you’re rocking back on cushioned heels and peering around his broad frame. Curious to see, and there was a lot to take in.

From first glance alone, this man owns two mid-line treadmills, a water rower, and a decidedly ridiculous range of benches and weights. Kettlebells, dumbbells, weight plates—you name it, he has it. Not to mention the fully mirrored wall and a sound system you can faintly hear, turned down in the background. Remixed pop music, very dynamic and bass-heavy. The iron-grated industrial fan was a pleasant touch too, grateful for it already in the lingering summer heat.

“You really weren’t lying… This is pretty extensive.”

Not to mention, expensive.

“You think so? It’s been a work in progress for a while.”

“I mean, is there anything you don’t have?” you gawk, stepping clear around him to stand side by side.

The smell hits you, then, of rubber and metal and some lemony-scented cleaner. Refreshing, if only because it’s nothing like the humid scent of stale sweat you’ve grown accustomed to. It’s still cluttered from the sheer variety of equipment, but everything has its place—like a well kept sanctuary, you can tell.

Jayce sounds almost sheepish, all in that nervous little laugh that skitters out of him as he says, “Well, uh, I still haven’t installed the TRX straps yet. Need to find a strong enough anchor point in the wall, y’know? And I’ve been meaning to recalibrate—”

But you’ll hear nothing of it.

“Stop that, I was kidding!” You give his barrelling arm a well-meaning nudge of your shoulder, offering a smile meant to reassure. “This is seriously incredible, you’ve curated a lot of great equipment. What’s the membership fee? I’m pretty interested in joining.”

His shoulders relax, though you hadn’t noticed until then how tense he is.

It’s surprising that he isn’t more confident in the space he’s offering. Makes you wonder who or what he could possibly be comparing it to.

Probably some rich, frivolous influencer with a home gym and handful of sponsorships.

Which checks out, knowing Jayce stays active on his socials. He’s always posting videos of his workouts and very stereotypical mirror flexes, though you try not to judge him for it. It’s not from a place of douchebaggery—he’s just having fun with it.

Maybe you’ll be brave enough to post one some day, too.

Jayce nudges you back, taking a step inside that invites you to follow. “It’s free if you’re nice and always put your weights back when you’re done with them. Helping me clean is negotiable, but I’d appreciate it.”

Easy enough and very generous. You could probably stand to grab him coffee or take out from time to time, as a thank you.

“My only hard and fast rule is no heavy barbells without a spotter, but otherwise I’m not worried. Cait gave me the impression that you know what you’re doing.”

“Wait… Then who spots you?” you wonder aloud, looking at the conical rack of weight plates—as small as two and a half, all the way up to fifty pounds. “If you lift as heavy as I think you do, I definitely won’t be able to save you from getting crushed, sorry.”

“It’s cool,” he shrugs, “Vi has that covered when she comes by.”

When you look back toward the driveway, as if she might pull up at any moment, that uneasy edge creeps back into his voice. “Oh, yeah, by the way… She’s actually not coming tonight. Something about dinner plans, I think. Did you, uh, still want to stay though?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” you ask, finally noticing a characteristic of his body language that is, well, interesting.

It’s the way his shoulders aren’t tense, but hunched to the effect that he seems smaller, if that’s even possible. Non-threatening, you realize, and it clicks just how much Caitlyn must’ve said about your bad experiences with men at the gym.

He really is a sweetheart. His girlfriend is very lucky.

“I dunno… I just thought you’d be more comfortable if she was here.”

“That’s really considerate, Jayce, but I’m fine. More than fine. I’m really excited for this and feeling pretty good about it.” You drop your bag on the floor for emphasis that, ‘yes, I am staying, no getting rid of me now,’ in a spot that’s hopefully out of the way. “Can I have the new member tour now?”

“Awesome, let’s do it,” he says, clapping his hands together in that oh-so-familiar, now endearing, gym bro sort of manner. “Oh uh, yeah! We can start with where to actually put your stuff.”

That’s how you find out in quick order that you’ll want for nothing here. You can cancel your old membership without an ounce of regret. Everything you need is in that garage—great equipment, great company, and twenty-four hour access, though you aren’t one to pump iron at three in the morning.

All that, and more still.

You hadn’t known before, but Jayce has a personal training certification that he got some years back. He mentions it in passing, as if it’s no big deal. Offers to help you plan workouts to meet your goals if you want, but no pressure.

You’re going to take him up on it, of course. Time permitting.

Throughout the workout with Jayce, inclines on the treadmill and an intense leg day—or rather, evening—with weights interspersed, you start to wonder what part of this is too good to be true.

You come up short by the time it’s dark and you, drenched in sweat and sore to the bone, are leaving with the promise to come back soon and his garage code stored in your phone.

But you see something then, as you stand at your open car door. Right out of the corner of your eye as you wave a final goodbye to Jayce, the garage door slowly rolling closed over his bright, sweaty, smiling face. Something you aren’t sure what to think about, but you know what you saw. It’s not your imagination.

The blinds on a dimly lit far window snaps shut as you move to get into your car. Not fast enough to escape your notice, though you see no more movement after that. Just a steady glow from the windows, washing the white stucco siding in shades of warm yellow light.

It reminds you of the reason you came here in the first place.

You hate feeling watched.

#arcane #viktor #viktor x reader #viktor x f!reader #arcane viktor #arcane fanfiction #reader insert #my writing #listen i hear you i know he's not in it yet #i promise The Scenarios are coming next #i thrive on cliffhanger-y set ups #also i WILL be having fun with this don't take it too seriously

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kindheart525 · 2 months

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Prophecy had to get away from everypony as fast as she could. Not even a semester into high school and she blew it! She didn’t want to be seen by any of her classmates ever again, she just wanted to go home and never leave.

But since she didn’t want skipping school to be on her record on top of skipping a class, an empty classroom had to do.

Once she entered the first room she could find, she slammed the door and let out a loud sigh of relief. Alone at last.

“Hi there!”

“SWEET MOTHER-“

Prophecy practically jumped out of her skin at the voice, already on edge from everything else going on. She was not alone after all.

“Calm down. There’s nopony else here.”

Another, more monotone voice assured her.

Nopony else here? There’s two other ponies in this room!

Prophecy thought panickedly to herself, finally looking up to see the two ponies she now shared this room with. There was a grey earth pony with spots on her coat that looked like moon craters, and the pegasus beside her was adorned with all kinds of colorful necklaces and barrettes. Both of them had books open, but they didn’t look so upset at being interrupted as merely curious about her presence.

“Would you like some lavender tea?”

The pegasus asked, gesturing towards a thermos and some cups set up on the table.

“Lavender oil contains chemicals called terpenes. Two of them, linalool and linalyl acetate, are supposed to calm you down. Chamomile tea is also really relaxing, I can make some for you later if you’re not allergic. You’d know if you’re allergic to daisies or marigolds, or ragweed too. I’ve got lots of herbs in my garden at home!”

Prophecy could tell that this pegasus filly was really smart and friendly, but what she perceived as being invited to her home this quickly made her overwhelmed. She was barely processing even meeting these ponies.

The earth pony seemed to notice her distress as she started with the most basic step of introducing herself.

“I’m Astor by the way, Astor Anomaly. This is Milkweed. We come here to study whenever we have gym.”

“It beats running around in a crowded room with everypony!”

Prophecy couldn’t help but chuckle at Milkweed’s comment, she had to agree with this sentiment. It beat being in any classroom where everypony was looking at you. Both of these fillies seemed to get it, she instantly started to feel a bit more at ease.

“You can sit with us if you’d like. Or wherever. We’re just studying, we won’t bother you if you have something to do.”

“Oh, no. I don’t…I mean, I’d love to! I’m Prophecy.”

She rose to her hooves and shyly made her way over to their table. Although they seemed nice and she was put much more at ease, she was still terrified that she’d get another vision and destroy this budding friendship. She’d already done it once.

“So what class did you come from? Music? That one can be a lot too. All those noisy instruments and everything, I hate that freshmares have to take it. See, I’m autistic, I just can’t deal with that stuff.”

Milkweed started to make conversation, but her eyes were focused on the book in front of her, more like she was catching up with a longtime friend than getting to know somepony new.

“No actually, I got out of…Equish.”

Prophecy was embarrassed to admit it, getting out of a class so quiet, and she didn’t even have a real reason for it. Well she sort of did, but that vision could have been fake and she could have been wasting everypony’s time.

Part of her didn’t want to share any more, but something about these fillies made them super easy to talk to. Plus she was desperate for some friends. So the whole story came out before she could stop herself.

“It’s stupid, really, I kept having these like…oracle visions. It’s what I have my cutie mark in, I’ve had these visions since I was a filly. But whenever it happens it’s just so stressful, I embarrassed myself in front of the whole class and I can’t go back! That…that’s not weird, is it?”

Astor and Milkweed looked about as nonchalant now as they did before she started telling her story, like it didn’t faze them at all.

“Nah.”

“A fortune teller? That’s so interesting! I bet you could help a lot of ponies with that talent. It fits with your name too, Prophecy! Astor’s dad is Starswirl the Bearded and I don’t think even he has that power.”

“You don’t need to tell ponies who my dad is, Milkweed.”

Astor wasn’t exactly embarrassed by her dad, but she did know he was something of a celebrity and she didn’t want the attention that came with it.

“Oh, nice. My brother studies with him.”

Was all Prophecy had to say about that, and Astor was pleasantly surprised. She didn’t make a big fanfare about it at all, and that’s when Astor realized that she and Milkweed might have found another friend who would see them for who they were.

“I’d love to help ponies, I really would. But my visions come so suddenly, it’s hard to predict when they will come and if it’ll be in time to help the ones who need it. And it hurts so much, if I did this all the time who knows what it could do to my health.”

Prophecy indeed knew and she had her own Savta as an example, but she didn’t want to think of meeting the same fate.

“Did you have any magical toys as a filly? I’m not sure what effect they could have on oracle magic, but a lot of unicorns use them to learn to control their magic bursts.”

Astor offered her own suggestion, though she imagined it was already obvious to the unicorn in front of her.

“I did!”

Prophecy became a bit nostalgic remembering how much fun she’d had with her puzzle toys when she was younger.

“It’s been awhile, though. I suppose I’m too old for them now.”

“You only outgrow things when you want to!”

Milkweed countered her, putting a more optimistic spin on her longing.

“I have almost all the same stim toys I had when I was little, just more and bigger ones now! They still help, so why not?”

Milkweed chomped down on one of her necklaces and giggled, fluttering her wings for effect.

“I bet you just need bigger tools to help you with your magic. Like a crystal ball, or other things like that.”

She gasped, suddenly struck with an idea.

“You could open a shop with all that stuff! Once you get the hang of your magic you could make a job out of it and help as many ponies as you want!”

“You really think so?”

Prophecy smiled bashfully, humbled that Milkweed thought her capable of something so great.

“Yeah! We can look for some books and figure out how you can do it, in the library!”

Milkweed started making a beeline from the classroom, fluttering her wings excitedly all the way. She was on a mission but Prophecy still had some lingering doubts.

“How do we know I can do it without overworking myself?”

“You don’t.”

Astor answered her frankly, but with a hint of a smile on her face.

“But at least you can try it out.”

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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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Broken-six

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest*

Pairings: Barry Keoghan x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, implied smut, mentions of alcoholism and death.

Summary: A failed marriage wasn't in the cards for Reader, she thought she found her happily ever after with Barry. While trying to overcome the heartbreak, a tragic event brings them back together temporarily. Will the devastating loss bring them back together or be what pushes them apart for good?

Authors Note: This story clearly isn't as popular as my others, but I still have a blast writing it.

The television played in the background, the noise falling on deaf ears because my mind was elsewhere, filled with thoughts of something else.

Someone else.

Barry had been gone for most of the morning and afternoon, needing to take care of some things on his end. He needed to stop by home to take Koda somewhere since Barry was going to be spending most of his free time with me. Before I even thought of the outcome of my words, they spewed from my mouth like vomit.

“You could bring him here. I do miss him.”

Barry tensed with hesitation. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Don’t want to get his hopes up that we're back together.”

At that point, I mentally smacked myself for even thinking that.

He also wanted to head to the gym for a quick workout, not having much time to box lately. I couldn’t stop the smile that played on my lips when I remembered all the times I would show up to support him, be in his corner, for every single one of his fights before we got divorced.

With an annoyed groan, I did my best to focus on whatever was on the television, not wanting to think about Barry any longer. It didn’t last long, however, because my phone buzzed next to me with his name popping up on the screen.

How’s your day going?

My heart fluttered at his text but I tried not to think too much into it, Barry probably wanted to make sure that I wasn’t drunk.

The thought did cross my mind a few times today but I knew that in order to have him out of my life, I had to keep up my end of our deal. As much as I still loved him, I couldn’t bear the thought of being around him dictating every part of my life or what I do. He lost that chance when we signed the divorce papers.

“Just get through the next few days and I can have a much needed drink,” I muttered to myself before replying to Barry’s text.

Good. Watching t.v.

I didn’t have time to set my phone down before another text from him came through.

Staying sober?

A tiny groan fell from my lips.

Yes considering you threw out all of the alcohol in my parents house.

Are we about to fight over text right now?

“Don’t be a dick and we won’t,” I grumbled to myself.

I don’t want to. I’m tired of fighting with you, Barry.

The anger was festering inside of me and I knew that if we continued to talk, one of us would say something mean or hurtful; again. So with my phone now on silent, I set it on the table in front of me and decided to pass the time by eating lunch and it was when I stepped out the shower, wrapping a towel around me, that I finally decided to check my phone.

Two unread messages from Barry. The first one came in right as I had set my phone down and the second one was from only a couple minutes ago.

I hate fighting with you, Y/N. I always have. I’m only checking in because I care about you, whether you want to believe it or not.

My heart skipped a beat as I read the message a few more times then when I read the second one, it damn near bursted out of my chest.

I’m about to head to the gym to spar for a bit. Maybe afterwards we can meet for lunch? Like old times?

I typed a response before I could even second guess my decision.

You know I’d never turn that down.

My erratic heart didn't calm as I rushed to get myself ready.

Music was blasting in the small gym as I walked up, nerves wrecking my entire body so I wrung my hands together in hopes to hide it. While I was sitting at home waiting for him, I thought it would be better if I met Barry here before we head to lunch. My eyes scanned around the room to find Barry but it wasn’t until I heard his laugh coming from the opened garage door that led outside.

Hearing that laugh breathed life into the butterflies that laid dormant in my stomach for the last year.

As I walked outside, I saw Barry sparring with one of his trainers, the sun beating down on his bare back. The familiar itch burned between my legs while I carefully watched each and every muscle tense as Barry laid punch after punch to the trainer's pads. His breathing was fast and short, almost sounding like how we used to lay together between the sheets.

The two stopped momentarily when his trainer noticed I had walked up and he nodded towards me.

“Your wife is here.”

Barry quickly turned on his feet, a small smile pulling at his lips. I was so engrossed in the way he looked that I didn’t catch what his trainer called me. But if Barry did, he made no effort to correct him.

“What are you doing here?” He asked while taking off his boxing gloves and set them to the ground.

I shrugged. “I thought it would be alright if I met you here. If not, I can leave.”

Barry swiftly shook his head, stopping me as I began to walk away. “No, it’s alright. Give me a few more minutes then we can head out.”

With a nod, I stepped to the side as he went back to sparring, the previous feeling returning in my veins. Every inch of his skin glinted underneath the sunlight and the metaphoric drool spilled between my lips.

“Are ya staring?” Barry called over his shoulder, not even looking at me.

I cleared my throat and adjusted my stance to a straighter position. “No.”

He nodded a quick goodbye to the trainer before he gave me his full attention once more.

“You’ve always been a terrible liar,” Barry gave me a cheeky smile.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment so I crossed my arms over my chest, ready to fastley change the subject.

“When’s your fight?”

He took a large gulp of his water. “Saturday.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I shook my head slightly dumbfounded. “I used to come to every one of your fights.”

Barry would always tell me when he had a fight, excitement clear on his face. Besides acting, boxing was another passion of his.

There was stiff hesitation from him. “When we were married, I didn’t think you’d want to come to this one.”

All I could do was look at my feet while I shifted on them, the embarrassment scorching over my skin. Every time I thought that we were getting close again, one of us brought up the fact that we were not together anymore. It made the sting in my heart hurt that much more because unlike Barry, I never forgot about him or what we went through together.

“Hey,” Barry’s soft voice and gentle touch on my hand as he squeezed it. “Ya alright?”

My eyes darted from his hand in mind, the all too familiar feeling of his skin on mine made my body shiver with excitement; heart skipping a few beats.

Our eyes now locked and I nodded. “Should we head to lunch?”

He could see in the way I then shifted my gaze back to my feet that something was still bothering me but Barry didn’t want to press, worried that I would cause a scene in front of everyone here.

“Course,” he smiled, leading me out of the gym.

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Close Combat [Avenger!Loki x Fem. Reader] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: A combat training session with Loki in Avenger Tower is more educational than you’d anticipated (w/c 3k) Warnings: Light smut, 18+ advised, NSFW, minors DNI. Language.

Nat folded her arms, head cocked. "You have another training session?" she drawled questioningly. You nodded. "after that?!" She gestured towards the skipping ropes sprawled at your feet where you had thrown them in desperate relief.

"Yes – it’s with-", your breath hitched, bracing for blowback, "...Loki."

Nat remained with her arms folded, eyebrow poised.

"I asked him if he would teach me some close combat techniques, you know – knives and stuff’"

"Knives?" Nat repeated back to you while you nodded sheepishly.

"and stuff?’" her voice dripping with cynicism, "gosh, if only there was someone who had trained oh...I don’t know, her whole life that could help you out with that".

Suddenly you were glad your face was already pink.

"Look it’s just a different perspective – and I thought I’d make the most of him making more of an effort these days, who knows how long it will-"

Nat cut you off before you could dig yourself in a deeper hole, "Look Y/N, honestly...it’s fine. I have no idea why you’d voluntarily want to spend the rest of your morning off with the dark side of the Asgard moon but hey, whatever floats your boat…" she re-adjusted the sports bag on her shoulder as she glided towards the double doors, "...have fun while I’m driving down the coast in Cap’s convertible"– and with a wink, she was gone.

The smooth tiles of the gym bathroom were blessedly cool against the soles of your feet as you peeled off the clothing sticking to your body, slick with fresh sweat. Jarvis had already turned shower five on for you, the one in the corner – your favourite. Standing in front of the mirror, you closed your eyes for a moment, taking in the white noise of the water and the stillness of the empty room.

You needed focus, Cap had said. A weapon that wasn’t your mind and the power it wielded. And that was where Loki came in. Not only a master of magic, but a master of blades – he was handy in a tight spot which he had proved many times over the past six months. As it turns out, Loki as an Avenger was one of the smartest ideas Thor ever had. There was, however, a slight problem – you were absolutely infatuated with him.

His aloofness, the swagger, his witty retorts when Steve said...pretty much anything. God, he was so handsome. You could cut yourself slapping those cheekbones and if he looked at you with his incredible blue eyes for more than a second you felt like your stomach would drop through the floor. Loki. How inconvenient. With his tight fitting leather armour and even tighter mid-guardian leisure gear he’d taken to wearing around the Tower. It wasn’t fair on mere mortals to be expected to remain sane around that level of utter perfection, never mind professional.

‘Y/N?’

Loki’s low, inquiring voice reverberated around the empty gym next door.

"I’m here." You shouted, pushing through the bathroom doors and finding him standing in the middle of the gym floor. You made your way over, careful not to get too close. Personal space was a priority with him, and you didn’t want to piss him off before you even started.

"Right" he said abruptly, passing you a training knife. He observed you under dark lashes, a smile curling at his lips "let’s get to it, shall we?".

For the next two hours he instructed you on points of contact, the correct strike motions for maximum impact, footwork and blocks. Perhaps it was his natural authority, or maybe his hypnotic voice that had you hanging on his every word. He certainly didn’t dumb it down for you – Loki was a fighter and he expected you to be a decent one too.

"Good..that was good, do it again’" he murmured as you cycled through the strike points with an enemy circling you projected by his magic. The feeling of travelling through the strikes was cathartic, rhythmic and graceful in a way you never expected. Perhaps it was the Asgardian technique – or maybe it was just the influence of your teacher.

Suddenly the projection vanished with the touch of your blade to its neck and Loki appeared in it’s place, a low smile playing on his lips at your look of shock at the transformation. You froze, the knife quivering under his earlobe pressed ever so lightly on his skin.

"Good" he said darkly, "holding your nerve when surprised is a mark of progress". He raised his right hand and guided the blade back to your attack stance position. You realised that you had never been so close to the god. If I reach out, you thought, I could slide my hands in the back pockets of those tight sweatpants.

Glancing down to where he re-positioned your knife, you couldn’t help but notice how his thick forearm dwarfed yours. How his hand grazed your fingers one by one with his own as he slipped the edge downwards to point to the floor, away from his chest. "I think you have a solid grasp of the basics now Y/N, how about we try something a little different?" He spoke purposefully, his voice thick with intent, eyes glinting mischievously. Before you had a chance to process a response, his other hand came up to grasp your wrist and twisted it expertly, spinning your body 180 degrees in a flash. The muscular forearm you had been ogling seconds earlier was suddenly at your throat, pressing at your windpipe as your breath was knocked out of you from sheer surprise.

"Loki.." you managed to choke, automatically clawing back at his shoulder with your one free arm, the other pinned behind your back, pressing into your shoulder-blades. "Yes, darling?" came the casual response, his warm lips brushing your ear as his breath ghosted your cheek. "My apologies, were you not expecting that?" Every syllable of his faux apology was enunciated. Every moment savoured.

Suddenly, you were free. You stumbled several steps forward and turned to face him – fire in your eyes. "What was that?! Why didn’t you warn me!" Loki chucked and slipped his hands in his pockets, "Y/N you cannot expect your adversaries to allow you the luxury of a warning, consider it a favour in the art of close combat – one that is not easily taught through...less abrasive means." He regarded you in silence, before continuing. "You must be prepared for any eventuality, even being temporarily overpowered as mortals are prone to be – an unfortunate feature of your design".

You drew yourself up to your full height, shoulders back and facing the smug, ethereal figure in front of you, "show me how to counter, then. If someone has me like that...show me’" You memorised the look that shimmered across his face, surprise combined with...was he impressed? His eyebrows raised as he nodded once and gestured for you to come closer. "Come at me, as if you’ll be stabbing me in the stomach...slowly". You assessed your target, knowing what he was about to do this time you could feel butterflies building in the pit of your core, readying yourself for the sweet pressure of his strength on your body. You lunged.

Once more in a flash, he overpowered your strike, swiftly spinning your body and pulling it against his own. It was different this time. His right hand held yours twisted behind your back, flush against his firm chest muscles with no chance of escape. His left arm encased your neck, forearm spread horizontally to your right shoulder, encasing it in his palm and forcing your face to fall to the right from the pressure of his inner elbow on your jawline.

His palm skimmed down your bare right arm, thumb grazing your breast and came to rest on your ribcage as you inhaled at the sensation, your core muscles tightening. The feeling of him touching you, rendering you helpless before him, was electric.

You could feel your legs growing weaker, surrendering control as your back remained pressed to his solid chest, his hot breath ever-present on your neck as he drank in the situation in which you found yourself. You were suddenly very aware you were only wearing your sports bra as his index finger began toying with the spandex edging, massaging the line of your waist. Small movements filled with need came like gunfire. You heard another moan escape him as he raised his head from its lowered position to force your jaw to the left with his own, exposing your long neck to him. He had you right where he wanted you, and you fucking loved it.

Seconds felt like hours as you stood, your breathing laboured under his tight grip – this time you didn’t make a sound as you felt his left leg snake around your ankle and knock you off balance, immediately using the counter leverage to pull your body even closer to his. In that moment you could have sworn you heard a small exhale before he caught himself, the pressure of your hips colliding with his groin too much to hold in. "Loki?" you whispered, your eyes finally meeting his only inches away above your shoulder, "what now..?"

"I may have misled you Y/N, you see – if you find yourself in this position with an adversary there’s really very little you can do. Especially when that adversary is me."

He looked at you through hooded eyes, his breathing shallow, with dark curls strewn around his forehead just within your limited field of vision. You had never been more turned on in your life, the sultry voice escaping your lips seeming to belong to someone else, ‘so, are you going to let me go?’. You knew full well that the cock hardening against your ass had no intention of relinquishing this position easily. The sound that came from Loki was primal, a low growl of frustration buried into your shoulder like a scream into a pillow. His teeth grazed your exposed skin, a wordless promise.

"Are you sure want this, darling?" he murmured seductively, "it’s not too late to stop, I will free you if that is what you wish…" His words trailed off as he buried his face in your hair, pressing against the curve of your neck. "Yes, Loki…’ the two words were all you could muster as he moulded his huge frame to your curves, enveloping you. You could feel his growing hard-on pressing desperately against your thighs, stealing friction with indiscernible thrusts as his primal subconscious spurred him on. Your words hung heavy in the air as you felt him re-adjust himself against you, another small groan escaping those perfect lips as he attempted to regain composure.

Wordlessly, your lips touched. his iron embrace tightening around your waist. He freed the hand bound behind your back. Still positioned forwards, your arm immediately found its way in front of your body and swooping up to run through his hair, pushing the errant curls back to his crown and fixing your hand to push his mouth harder onto yours.

Now was no time for chaste pleasantries, you wanted to make him burn.

From this angle, he was still poised above you – the attacker bearing down on your slighter form; but now he sought a very different type of control. His mouth melded to your with new urgency, tongue slipping in with passionate force to claim you while you felt the vibrations from deep rooted groans ready to erupt from his chest.

You pushed back in to his kiss, tasting every drop of energy between you, drinking in the scent of clean sweat and oaked musk that coated the air. Panting, you broke for air – but the god was relentless. As you struggled to compose yourself, he buried his head in your exposed neck. Deep kisses pressed to your carotid artery down, down, further to the curve of your shoulder, teeth scraping and sucking your soft skin as he held back from devouring you where you stood.

Your hand was still fixed in his hair, willing him to continue the assault on your senses with his insatiable need to close his mouth around the areas within his reach. "Gods Y/N you have no idea how long I have wanted this, how long I have wanted you…" he hummed against your collarbone before sucking on the dip at the base of your neck. "I will destroy you, are you prepared for that?" You released your grip on his hair and turned to face him as he straightened, making sure your bodies still did not allow a sliver of sunlight between them. You smiled coyly. "Is that a promise?’"

In answer, he descended on you in a flash with one hand fixed to your cheek forcing your mouth to his while the other found its way magnetically between your thighs, cupping your pussy through the tight black leggings. His gathered fingers moved together flatly in a sheet of indescribable pleasure skimming the soft fabric, ghosting over your aching core with the lightest of touches that flirted with the fireworks ready to bloom if he would just press upwards with his palm.

"Darling, it seems we have company." he muttered.

The words whispered in your ear sounded like they came from miles away, taking you a moment to process, "hmm?" you answered – before the realisation hit you. Your eyes flew open, meeting his gaze with trepidation before scanning the empty room. "They are outside the door, never fear." He looked down at you with a kind smile creasing the corners of his piercing eyes, leaning to kiss you gently as his hand withdrew from between your legs.

You saw a green shimmer encase your right hand, as the blade previously discarded reappeared. Amazement flickered across your face as Loki ran his hands through his hair, smoothing evidence of mischief, ‘perhaps we can continue our session later tonight Y/N?’ he said casually as the door to the gym swung open and Steve strode in.

Startled at the sudden change of events, you nodded. There was a contrast between the casual smile that traced his lips and the blanket of lust which still hung in his gaze as he traced your body a final time before the others stole you away.

"Hey, Y/N – we need to be in mission briefing in five, come as you are", Steve looked at you expectantly and then to Loki, whose stance remained poised toward you. "Sure thing Steve, I’ll be right there", you murmured towards the unflappable Captain as he nodded and turned to leave.

"Tonight, then?" you murmured – grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. The skin was marked, increasingly reddened patches showing the evidence of Loki’s work.

He covered the several meters of space between you in a couple of strides from his long legs, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and bending down, taking time to slowly suck your earlobe in a lasting kiss as a single word was uttered, his voice thick as treacle. "Tonight". You shivered with a need that ran straight to your core. You walked through the doors without looking back, the slick wetness between your legs reminding you of his needful touch with every step.

"Tonight." you repeated again to the empty hallway.

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Chapter Thirteen

Jude slides into the seat across from me at the table of this brightly lit Turkish kebab place on Liffey Street. He’s only bought a bottle of Pepsi, while I’ve piled the table high with taco chips, lamb kebab, chicken goujons and a giant strawberry milkshake. I eye him as he twists open the cap of his drink.

“Wow, greedy.” I say.

He laughs. “Yeah you’re going to have to have me airlifted out of here. Can I’ve a chip?” He reaches out but I smack his hand away. “You’re doing that thing that boys always complain about, when girls don’t order enough food so they steal theirs.”

“Come on.” He says. “Just one, for God’s sake.” I relent and let him, but only one. I eye him suspiciously as he plucks it out of the box.

“Did you want to count it?” He teases. “To make sure I’ve not hidden another one in my hand?”

“Okay just shush for a minute.” I urge him. “I just really want to eat.” He signs and leans back in the seat, taking slow, leisurely sips of his pepsi while I tear at my food like some kind of feral beast. Nothing has ever tasted as delicious as this particular kebab, in this particular restaurant, even though the floors are sticky and there’s a drunk man snoring in the booth across from us thus creating an interesting ambience.

“Skipped dinner?” He queries after a few minutes of silence where he allows me to satiate myself.

“Mmm.” I say. “Didn’t have time to eat.” I grab a napkin and swipe it across my mouth, afraid that it’s as coated in sauce as my hands are. I try to get some small talk going to distract from what is probably an abominable sight for him. “So you ate at some Mexican restaurant earlier?”

“Yeah, we did.”

“Risky move, I’d say, bringing an American to a Mexican restaurant.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because everyone knows we can’t ever compete with the way they do it over there. Everyone’s always like ‘Oh you don’t know Mexican food until you go to the states’. Or whatever.”

“Or Mexico.” He supplies, and I grin.

“In case your memory has been lost to the sands of time, I did actually live my entire teenage life in Dublin. I was here for the inception of the burrito craze, but still, you’re right. It’s not the same.” He drums his fingers on the side of the plastic bottle. He’s still got some of that zippy, restless energy that he used to have, but not as intensely as before. I no longer get the sense that he might rocket out of his seat at any moment. “It was nice to see Shane and Claire again, they both look good.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah! Shane looks so much fitter than he ever did, he’s in great shape.”

“He’s been training a lot. He has to drive back home twice a week to train with the team, and even outside of that he’s in the gym the whole time.”

“Good for him.”

“Bit miserable though, you don’t think?”

He smirks. “Clearly you think so.”

“Well.” I begin, swallowing a huge mouthful of kebab. “He doesn’t really ever do anything fun. He gets barely any free time, and even at that his coach has all these strict rules about how much he’s allowed to drink and whatnot.”

“Alright Evie.” He says in a mock-condescending voice, but it makes me feel a little ashamed all the same. I never realised how easily unkind words spilled out of my mouth before, and it’s not even like I have a particular problem with Shane. But Jude is being nice, he goes on speaking before I start flailing around looking for an excuse for myself.

“I remember having to do that back when I was on my school rugby team.” He reminisces. “Funnily enough, another rule was abstinence.”

I glance up from my food. “Really?”

“They said that sex’d diminish our energy and testosterone and we’d end up playing a weak game, but…” He shrugs. “I don’t think it ever made a real difference. It was probably another one of those weird Catholic rules that your country is obsessed with.” I bristle a little bit against the way he says ‘your country’ like he’s divorced from it, like he hasn’t got our weird Catholic blood in his veins.

“So come on, Evie.” He says, leaning his elbows onto the table. “What’s been going on with you? I can’t believe it’s been so long since we spoke.”

“I know.” I say. “I guess we lost touch at one point there.” I slide my eyes up to meet his, not feeling as jovial as I had a minute ago, and his smile falters to become a little rueful. “Yeah, I regret that. Life got so busy for me so quickly after I moved, I guess it was kind of a whirlwind situation.” He touches his hair self consciously. “But I thought of you often, I always imagined that we might see each other again.”

“Ah well, here we are.” I say. “A year and a half later.” I watch his hand reach out to touch my arm but I swiftly move it out of the way to grab my milkshake so that his palm hits the table instead. He curls it slowly into a fist and pulls it back onto his lap. “You look really different.” He says. “You know, I always think of you with that really long hair.”

“Yeah I cut it all off.”

“ And are you still running? And swimming? Do you still do all of that?”

“No, actually, I don’t.” I say. “I suppose I fell out of the habit of it when I moved here, I don’t really do many of the things I used to do.” I’m different now, I’ve changed so much since we last spoke. I look different, I do different things, and I feel differently about him now than I did when I was seventeen. I have to keep repeating this in my head as he gives me the kind of familiar smile that threatens to wipe out the last nineteen months.

I stare at him unsmiling. “How’s things in Berlin? Better than they were here after all?”

“Really good. Hey.” A frown comes between his eyebrows and the corners of his pretty mouth turn downwards with concern. “Are you angry with me over losing touch?”

“Why’d you ask?”

“You’ve just gone so chilly all of a sudden, I don’t know.”

I pause for a moment. “It’d be a bit intense if I was still angry over something like that, wouldn’t it?”

He doesn’t say anything.

“Well, good to know you got my email. It’s a pity it wasn’t worth responding to.”

He laughs with surprise, as though he was expecting me to act the way I used to act. Docile. “Oh, come on, don’t be like that. I could have dealt with it better, but I was in a new city, and there were all of these new people. I left it sitting there too long and then, well, it felt like it’d be weird to respond after so much time.”

“Well, you know if you really wanted to you could have emailed me in a new thread.”

He arches his eyebrow “And equally, you could have sent the first message.”

I snap my mouth shut and pick through my food again, knowing that he’s right, but also knowing that I wouldn’t have been capable of doing something like that, double emailing him, like some kind of pathetic, desperate fool. The kind of pitiful low that I’d never have stooped to, not in front of him.

“You have a new piercing in your ear.” I say quietly after a few moments of silence, grasping at anything that will stop this conversation heading down a too-vulnerable path. He reaches up to fiddle with the third tiny hoop in his ear, this one on the left side, looped around his anti-helix.

“Yeah I figured that I already have a girl’s name and my dad thinks the other two piercings mean I’m gay so I might as well double down.” He grins. “I got it done when I went to Slovenia, actually. It was painful.”

“Little baby.” I tease. “I don’t remember mine being that bad, I got it done when I was like sixteen.”

His eyes go wide as he suddenly recalls. “I remember your piercings, you used to have four on one ear. Let me see.”

I turn my head to show him that they’re all gone now, nothing dangling from them but a simple set of gold hoops in my lobes. “I took them all out.” I admit. “They just didn’t feel like me anymore.”

“Damn, I always thought they were cool.” I almost remind him that nothing about me back then was cool, but then stop myself because I know now that language like that is a trap and he’ll only feel obligated to deny it.

“Any other surprises up your sleeve?” I ask him, and he quickly steals another chip. I don’t stop him, finally starting to feel human again.

“Funny you should ask.” He says as he chews on it. “I got this in Thailand.” He rolls up the left sleeve of his sweatshirt to show me the tattoo on the smooth inner skin of his forearm. It’s a mango on a stem with two leaves, done in simple black ink with this appealing, sketchy style. It looks a bit like something he might have drawn.

“Oh, nice.” I say. “Did you design it?”

“No, the woman in the tattoo parlour did. We were just passing by and I knew I had to get something done by her, like, I knew it was a kind of a once-in-a-lifetime thing.”

“Does it mean something special?”

He grins. “Nope, it’s just a nice drawing.”

“Fair enough.” I wonder what it’s like to be so nonchalant about something that’s going to be on your body for the rest of your life. It’s exactly the kind of free spirited thing that I wish I was capable of doing, but sometimes I have anxiety dreams that I’ve gotten a tattoo that I regret in a really prominent place like my face and for some reason nobody will laser it off for me. I take them as a sign that I’m not ready for anything so permanent. He picks at my chips again and I slide them towards him so he can tuck in with fervent enthusiasm, and while he eats I ask him about Thailand.

“I went May last year.” He says. “I always wanted to visit. So my friend Jonas and I decided to take off for a month while we had the chance and it was incredible. Seriously. I think everyone should go and experience it if they can.”

“Really? What was it like?”

“I can’t even do it justice by trying to describe it to you. C’mere.” He pats the seat next to him and pulls out his phone. “I’ll show you some pictures.”

I slide out of my seat and move in next to him, being very careful to leave enough room for Jesus between us in case our legs touch and sand of those dangerous feelings I used to have come flying back.

“No Blockia.” I comment.

“Hm?”

“Your old phone. It’s gone.”

“Yes.” He grins. “I couldn’t fight the future anymore, it just wasn’t practical, I needed Google Maps to get around.”

“They have torches built in now, did you know.”

He exhales a laugh and shakes his head. “Alright, well, let’s look at my holiday to Thailand, when you’re ready.” And he starts scrolling through photographs of the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen, his phone screen becoming like a travel brochure with almost unrealistically spectacular vistas. Thailand looks like paradise, crystal blue waters and white sand, these huge rocks covered in lush vegetation jutting out of the sea and the sky awash with gold as the sun sets over a bay. “That was Railay Beach.” He narrates. “Jonas got food poisoning from a street vendor and was holed up in the hotel for two days so I just wandered around on my own.” Next he shows me photos of beach bars with thatch roofs, of intertwining roots of mangrove trees and of people selling shell necklaces under colourful tents. He’s taken a snap of a hand painted sign that says, in English: Beach This Way.

“You know, in a funny way, it kind of reminds me of the beach we stayed on.” I tell him. “Just something about the way those signs are painted, it’s like how it was at the Surf Shack.”

“Actually, I thought the same thing.” He says, and flicks to the next picture, which is him and a big, blonde German looking guy, presumably Jonas, standing in a little wooden boat holding a pair of oars. “Oh, this is when Jonas was better.”

“I like your hair band.” I say, snickering.

“Ha. Yeah, well, my hair was longer, I needed to keep it out of my eyes somehow.”

“Did you keep it?”

“The hairband? Why? Do you want it?”

“Oh yeah for sure, gimme. It’s so stylish.”

He laughs and flips through more, and tells me about them all, Phuket, Ko Samui, Phi Phi islands, and even Bangkok for a few days before they flew home again. In all of the photos he’s got that golden tan that I remember he used to have, summer coloured skin lost now to the winter, and he looks so free and easy and so happy, riding on a motorbike, lying in a canoe, shirtless on the beach and stretched out doing a goofy pose on a sun lounger, I find myself mesmerised by this depiction of his life, like he’s only ever having good days, only ever in gorgeous places, smiling, happy, and I let myself get sucked into the fantasy that a life like this is possible for me too until he scrolls too far and I have to look at a picture of him kissing his girlfriend. My stomach drops instantly.

“Oops. “ He says. “Went too far.”

I laugh awkwardly. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s okay.”

“That’s my girlfriend, Astrid.”

“She looks pretty.”

He nods in agreement. “She’s, yeah… she’s absolutely beautiful.” He quickly flips to another photo of her where she’s not locking lips with him and makes me look at her smiling face so that I can pretend I didn’t spend months cyber stalking her. I don’t really know what to say. “Yeah, wow, she’s something else.”

He stares down at the phone with this adoring expression on his face as though he’s the luckiest man alive and this feeling comes over me that I haven’t felt in a very long time. It’s the same way I felt when he rejected my misguided teenage attempts at seduction, and the same way I felt when I saw his face when he spoke to Michelle. It’s the feeling that I’m not what he wants. I’ll never be what he wants. The memory of it is too much and all over again I feel the stinging pain of knowing that I offered my love to someone who saw no worth in it.

I start gathering my empty milkshake cup and the greasy papers onto a tray to dump them into a nearby bin. “We should get going now.” I tell him. “I’m sure everyone else is waiting for us at the bar, and they’ll be closing soon.”

“Right.” He says, pushing himself upright and swiping salt from his black jeans. “Thank you for the chips, by the way. I wasn’t even that hungry but those things are like crack to me.”

“No problem. And I appreciate you coming with me to get food.”

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Thick thighs… for S&S

Princess watches Ari coming out of the shower towards the bed naked with leftover water droplets glistening in his chest hair down his torso. She just can’t help but stare at him in wonder, and becoming suddenly shy even though she’s seen him so many times before. 💦

“I’m in the shower, won’t be long!” You don’t need to hear him telling you he’s in the shower because you can hear the water running, but regardless he does anyway.

You find yourself sitting in the middle of his bed while you wait, crossing your legs and grabbing one of the pillows to hold in your lap. You were later coming over today than you intended to, but you were finishing up some course work and now that you’re done you’re closer to graduating than ever.

You’ve been busy, he’s been busy and you haven’t gotten to spend as much time together as either of you wanted. With Ari working on expansions in Eastern Europe and you finishing your schooling as well as growing your online presence, you’ve been distant.

“I only have a few weeks left until graduation. Then I’ll have a degree in social media marketing and management.” You speak to Ari after you hear the water get cut off, waiting for him to open the door and come out.

“Proud of you, princess.” Ari’s voice is muffled through the door and even then you can hear his pride. “You’re brilliant.”

“Thank you, Ari. But I don’t-“ you turned your head when the bathroom door opened and a small amount of residual mist had escaped the bathroom.

You found yourself unable to breathe, unable to process what was right in front of you. Your brain had wholly short-circuited and you were left feeling warmth pool between your thighs as if you had never seen Ari before.

You couldn’t have blamed yourself, not when he had stepped out of the bathroom with a towel hanging low on his hips. Beads of water rolling down his shoulders from his wet hair had left a trail along his thick chest that you so desperately wanted to lick off.

Everything about Ari was massive, toned but not obviously so like gym-bros you hated or the sickly body builders. Ari Levinson was thick, he was impossibly strong and you wondered if you had ever really noticed before.

“Princess,” he laughed under his breath, his eyes nearly hooded when he gazed at you with the same amount of lust that you’d stared at him with, “you’re staring hard.”

“Ari…” you whined but hadn’t torn your eyes away, you couldn’t have possibly looked at anything but him, “you’re so…big.”

“Big?” Again, he chuckled under his breath and dropped his hand to his pelvis, hand wrapped around his growing erection. “Yes princess I am big.”

“N-no, I meant-“ you were suddenly bashful, you suddenly had closed your mouth with a snap and inhaled sharply when Ari had again found lusty amusement from your predicament.

“What did you mean, honey?” He walked toward the bed, slow to crawl upon the mattress until he was practically hovering above you, his hands trapping your legs into the position they are.

“I never noticed your size before.” You muttered, angling your head to be able to look directly into his eyes, captivated by his presence. “I never noticed how…thick you are.”

“Oh sweet girl…” Ari raised a hand and cupped your chin, his gaze dropping to your lips. “If you keep staring at me like that, I’ll have to take you with me wherever I go.”

“Why?” You breathily asked, your thighs clenching painfully.

“You never know when I might need to release the pressure in my big, fat cock.” He spoke so sweet and lewdly, in such a manner that you whimpered and physically collapsed against him.

“I think we can skip going out for dinner tonight. I’d rather have you.”

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nylwnder · 2 years

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steal your heart

a/n: day 2 of my birthday series and i needed to appreciate our cute lil greasy rat boy so enjoy!

pairing: michael bunting x fem!reader

warnings: fluffy!!!, high school crushes to lovers

word count: 1.1k

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series masterpost

“oh shit” you mumbled when you realized there was no more milk in your fridge. you quickly placed a very worn out oversized hoodie on top of your pyjamas before grabbing your phone and running out. you needed the milk to finish your favourite pasta’s creamy sauce that you were making for dinner.

“i could have sworn i had a bag left” you said to yourself as you were in the sobeys only a couple blocks down your condo. grabbing the milk from the large fridge you stopped in your tracks when you heard a voice.

“y/n? y/n l/n?” the voice said, it didn’t take long for your mind to replay all the times you’ve heard the sweet voice before. you smiled, before immediately turning around.

there he was, michael bunting. also known as the goofy boy who you had a major crush on in high school.

“bunts?” you asked, looking at his cheeky smile. “it’s me babe!” he said, nodding while walking up to you.

“you’re the last person i would have thought to see today. and definitely the last person i wanted to see with how shitty i look!” you whine as you cover your face in embarrassment.

“aw come on, you got cute pjs!!” he says laughing, looking at the tons of sheeps all around your fuzzy pants.

“you’re back? aren't you supposed to be in arizona?” you asked, knowing he was able to pursue his professional hockey career with the arizona coyotes.

“i decided to sign over here! you’ll be seeing a lot of me around town now!!” he said, fiddling with his shoes before he looked up to see your reaction. you smile at him, you always wanted to see him again. especially after senior year, but your careers separated the two of you.

“sounds like lots of fun!” you said nudging his arm, in which he giggled back. looking at him again, after a couple years, you figured you should take the opportunity to catch up. “do you- i don’t know, wanna get dinner one day?” you asked him, now it was your turn to fiddle instead with the bag of milk.

“you know what y/n/n,” bunts says, your heart fluttering at your nickname, which you didn’t think he’d remember. the special nickname he gave you that one night. “yeah?” you asked quietly, “i’d love that.” a familiar warm feeling filled your body, one you have not felt at all for years.

smiles were exchanged, before you told him you had to run back home to finish your dinner. “you left the stove on?” he asked, concerned as you nervously giggled. he gave you his number before he watched as you clumsily ran away. he then laughed as you dropped your phone in the process and at how you were too nervous to look back if anyone saw you.

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you’ve been talking with bunts for hours everyday, the two of you not taking any time to wait to catch up. though today, it was finally the day for your planned meet-up for dinner.

you wore a dress you’d designed back in highschool. you only ever showed that design to four people. your teacher, who gave you a 95% on it, your best friends shay and alex, and bunts.

he saw you one day, sitting in the hall skipping gym class to finish the drawing before the due date. he was skipping physics just because he was bored out of his mind cause of some sub-teacher. he sat down beside you, you didn’t really know what to do other than smile at his presence.

as much as he liked to joke around, he was never rude to anyone and especially not to you. that’s except for some of the bullies he’d encounter some days. that made you feel like you never had to be too nervous around him. he always came with a welcoming atmosphere, which is why you thought you fell for him so easily.

“that’s real good” he told you as you coloured in the flowers in your pattern. “thank you!” you said, “no no, i mean that’s really fucking good!!” you laughed at him. “thanks michael” you said, hoping your blush didn’t show as much.

“please, call me bunts, you know that.”

“okay, bunts.” he smiled at you, his mind sitting on the way your voice sounded when you said both his nickname and real name.

as you walked into the restaurant, you saw bunts waiting for you by the bar. you walked up to him as he turned around to face you. his eyes scanned your entire outfit, “you’re joking!!” he exclaimed.

you laughed at him, “do you remember?” you asked. “of course i do, it was the prettiest dress i’ve ever seen!!” he said, later asking if he could touch the thin lacy material that sculpted the dress.

“i remember how you coloured in the fabric, to show how soft and flowy it would look. and the flowers, did you make them yourself?” he asked as his fingers grazed the embroidered shapes.

“yeah, took me a long time but, yeah!” you said, smiling as he was genuinely intrigued by your work. you could feel your face getting all red but luckily the lights were sort of dim.

when the two of you sat down, you both began taking a trip down memory lane. “you were barely making eye contact with me at prom, that’s why i didn’t think you were going to ask me to dance!” you said, as you picked on your appetizers.

“i couldn’t look at you” he said, making sure he didn’t lose eye contact with you this time around. “why not?” you asked, “you looked too pretty.” he said, biting his lip just for a second before he saw you do the same.

“that kiss though,” you mentioned, bunts nodded “talk about straight out of the movies!” he joked. “did i really steal your heart? out of everybody in that school. out of everybody in your life. was it really me?” bunting asks, taking a sip from his drink.

“you stole my first kiss and my happiness too.” you said, spinning your drink around. “i always thought i’d never see you again, knowing you’d probably have a huge career somewhere with a really good team. my dream was to go to europe, hoping to start my fashion career there. my 17 year old self always thought that i’d just see you in another life.”

“well, i say, i definitely want you in this one.”

you both scoot closer to each other, feeling how his fingers interlace with yours. the two of you then sit there, hands folded together under the table, pretending as if you’re not both acting like highschool kids who are just a bit obsessed with each other.

you loved the nostalgic, fluttering feeling bunts always gave you, and you really wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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cassie feels the old familiar wound of jealousy gape open. of course @doomdays has a bedroom where she can hang things, a private space that she could decorate as she pleased (cassie has a tent and a van-- the latter has become a stark mess in the single year that she’s had it... there were coke cans lining the floor, a layer of dust that no one had told her to clean up, the places where her mother couldn’t touch anymore). if she was being honest, she liked the mess of it. she had never owned enough stuff to have a mess before. she couldn’t even begin to imagine how she could destroy a bedroom-- how the floor might be stained, how the wardrobe might have peeling stickers stuck on it, how she might have scratched and broken every surface in there. she couldn’t imagine that tracy was so careless with her things. still, you never knew how bad things could get until they got really bad, did you? maybe tracy’s room was a mess. her jealousy dwindled-- a quick flashed tempered into something softer. if she hated everyone for what she didn’t have, it would eat her alive.

“ that’s kinda cool. sort of like you’re containing it, you know. the paper is the metaphorical trap and you’re pouring it all out. lots of people don’t ever deal with their issues. i mean, they never find a way of getting it all out. i don’t think i’d be brave enough to draw it all out-- i think i’d just keep it all inside and let it eat away at me. maybe that’s why i talk so much. i’m trying not to let that happen. trying not to be eaten alive, i mean. ” a quirk of her lips, a confession that feels half - coy (in her words, she cuts out her heart and serves it up for anyone to eat). at tracy’s next line, cassie bumps her arms fondly against the other’s. the gesture is easy, light, as warm as any summer’s breeze. “ everyone’s pretty just happens to look a little different. ” she thinks again of her mess, of the way dust falls like kisses against her skin: to her, that is beauty incarnate, transformed into its purest form. to anyone else, she can imagine them recoiling with horror-- her mother would never get to see it. even her sisters were exiled from her kingdom.

she stood to her feet, grabbing two pieces of plain paper. tracy might prefer her own notebook, which was fine, but she still felt it was rude just to grab stuff for herself. she found some pencils in the school drawers-- the classroom would be empty until the lunch bell rang, where cassie would try to entice tracy into skipping gym with her. there was just enough room behind the bleachers to still get a full view without being seen. “ okay, what are we drawing? the first thing that comes to our mind or? ”

#doomdays #𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢. verse one ... o' shrill - voiced nightingale!#i have been. spamming u with replies #there are still more 2 come

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magicianpanache · 2 years

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Reading Midnight Sun: Chapter 6

The chapter starts with Edward learning Bella is clumsy, which comes as a shock to us all, I’m sure. He finds it funny in a pretty condescending kind of way, which is the way he does everything, to be completely honest.

Rosalie also gets upset at him for starting to talk to Bella again. We remember the Cullens could die if the Volturi knew Bella knew about the supernatural. We also remember that by speaking to Bella, Edward increases the chances the family will have to kill her, move, or transform her, which would take her human future from her without her choice.

Edward presents us an interesting picture of his and Rosalie’s relationship.

Rosalie and I had never had an easy relationship—I’d offended her the very first time she’d heard me speak, and it was downhill from that point on—but it seemed as though she was even more ill-tempered than usual the last few days. I sighed. Rosalie made everything about herself.

Bitchy blonde moment #6

Of course, how does Rosalie dare caring about what happens to the family? Notice also how Edward glosses over what he said to Rosalie when she woke up, days after being assaulted in the street by someone she trusted. He also presents it as something that just happened, that he had no agency on. I offended her. Whoops. What can I do now ?

They sit together at lunch, and Edward finds quite a lot of pleasure ordering Bella around, condescending her (motioning her to come sit with him instead of asking, acting cryptic). He is almost relishing in the fact she doesn’t understand what’s going on, because it means she won’t leave. He also expresses his frustration about the fact she won’t tell him his every thought, which leads to this lovely tirade from Bella.

“No, I can’t imagine why that would be frustrating at all— just because someone refuses to tell you what they’re thinking, even if all the while they’re making cryptic little remarks specifically designed to keep you up at night wondering what they could possibly mean… now, why would that be frustrating?”

I frowned at her, upset to realize that she was right. I wasn’t being fair. She couldn’t know the loyalties and limitations that tied my tongue, but that didn’t change the disparity as she saw it.

That is the most “I’m sorry your feelings were hurt by my honesty” apology. He can’t even admit this without a caveat.

“You’ve got a bit of a temper, don’t you?”

Why does he sound like such a negging incel ?

Edward then ditches the blood typing class in biology. From his car, he sees Bella fainting as Mike brings her to the infirmary, so he picks her up, chasing Mike off, despite her protesting multiple times.

Edward, ever the gentleman, takes this opportunity to mock her.

I really don’t think he’s in a place where he can critique her reaction to blood.

Edward brings her to the nurse’s office, and then convinces the nurse to let her skip gym class. He, of course, forces her to accept a lift home. Like, physically forcing her. Of course, I only know he’s physically forcing her because I read Twilight. From Edward’s perspective,

I pulled her back toward my car carefully. Apparently, walking forward was challenging enough for her.

How would Bella survive without Edward around to save her from the floor ? Eventually, though, we get to a moment of clarity.

Was my behavior entirely offside? I thought I was teasing, that I was acting like the average besotted teenage boy, but what if I’d gotten it wrong? Did she feel coerced? I realized she had every reason to.

Yeah… sorry to tell you this, but you’re not acting like the average teenage boy, and if this weren't Bella it’s entirely possible she would feel coerced.

Of course, they continue their conversation on the way back to Bella’s house.

“How old are you, Bella?” [...]

“I’m seventeen,” she answered.

“You don’t seem seventeen.”

She’s mature for her age, is she ?

Edward reveals he’ll be skipping Friday (because of the sun).

He ends the chapter like he started it, offending her by implying she could die because of her clumsiness.

Conclusion

Without Bella’s POV, Edward really seems like a creep. We know from Twilight that Bella likes his attention, but he has no way to know that, and he does not care, because he is starting to think that Bella cannot survive without him. The hand of the author makes him right, but still. He has no rational reason to believe she cannot survive walking without him pulling her.

Edward also shows his paternalistic side by speaking to her condescendingly, (we see he uses words like chided when speaking to her). He enjoys having the power in the relationship. How romantic.

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