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mr-mandalorian · 7 months

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a meet cute where a certain ferrari driver helps out the reader get their car out of a tight spot.

tired was not enough to describe her state. it was nearly midnight as she left the office, working overtime on an upcoming project. she could only drag her feet to her mini hatch, praying that the streets would have calmed down by this hour. her office building shared the street with a five star hotel, filled to the brim with fans in town for the australian grand prix.

so it was simply illogical to hope for something good as she stopped in front of her little red car. the streets did lack people, besides a guy standing further away, enamored by his phone and tapping his foot anxiously. her car however, was completely blocked in. she had parallel parked it perfectly in the morning, a spot she silently claimed as her own as she left her beloved mini there everyday. it didn’t occur to her that the f1 fanatics would have no regard for road etiquette, leaving two giant jeeps with no space in between them and the mini.

she sighed loudly, unlocking the car and getting in. her mini was not new by any means, she had no fancy sensors or back cameras to help her navigate the situation. and just as she moved an inch to the front, the bmw in front light up, sensitive car alarms screeching. she sat there red in the face, turning to see the only person in the area besides herself already be looking at her.

“hey, is this your car?” she let her window down, calling over to the man.

he frowned at her, her question muffled by the blaring alarms. she did not look like the girl he was waiting for, and he truly was not in the mood for a fan interaction. hoping she’d let it go, charles looked back down at his phone.

but y/n persisted, questioning him again as the bmw alarms finally died down.

“dude, is this your car? or maybe that one?” she gestured between the jeeps keeping her stuck in place, watching the man get visibly annoyed by her questioning.

“no.” a harsh european accent reached her ears, making her frown. asshole, she murmured, turning back to continue her dance between the cars.

charles watched her move back and forth, not really getting anywhere as there really was no where to go. throwing one last glance at his phone, left on delivered, he groaned and made his way over to the woman.

“get out, i’ll drive.” he said, leaning over to her still open window.

“no one drives coopy but me.” she stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world, suddenly becoming sheepish at how beautiful the man was up close.

“pardon?”

“yeah, laugh it up, i named my car. you can’t drive, but help me navigate?”

charles was in disbelief, he was on edge already, his hookup most likely ghosting him. and now he had to help an insane woman with a car that had a name. at least she didn’t seem to recognize him, so he didn’t have to be all that polite about it.

“fine, whatever.” he stood back, assessing the situation. “slowly, move forward.”

she followed his instructions flawlessly and things seemed to be looking up. that was until she heard a thud turning right, the side of her mini kissing the back of the bmw.

“i said to go slowly!” charles exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defense.

“i did! it’s not my fault that you can’t see that there’s no space where to go slowly! she got out of driver’s seat to look over the damage. miraculously, the bmw was fine, it’s alarms going off once more. her coopy however, not only had it’s red paint chipped on the side, but a very visible dent too.

“well maybe you shouldn’t park your car in such a tight spot!” the ferarri driver tried to reason, but his argument was falling short, his eyes roaming the woman from head to toe. of course she had to be stunning, tiny pencil skirt hugging her hips, white dress shirt unbuttoned and leaving little for imagination.

“it was empty this morning, it’s these stupid rich asshole f1 fans! men love to watch cars go in circles and then park their stupid bmws like they own the place!”

“mon dieu, i’ll pay for it.” charles sighed, rubbing his face.

“what?”

“i’ll pay for coopy! my fault, okay? get back in the car.”

“it is your fault.” she agreed without question, getting behind the wheel. “but you can’t pay for it, no matter how cute it is that you just called it coopy.”

“i’ll pay for it, just please fucking drive.”

“what, are you a stupid rich f1 fan?” she continued to tease, the tension somehow helping her move the car with ease.

“yeah, can’t park either.” he rolled his eyes, watching as she finally moved outside the cars, stopping in the empty road.

“self aware, that’s good.” she flashed him a smile and charles nearly folded right there. “well thanks for the help, i have to get going now.”

“give me your phone.”

“seriously man, if anything, this bmw prick is at fault. you don’t have to pay for anything.”

“you’re one difficult woman.” he leaned to look through her window, hoping if he stands there long enough she won’t drive away just yet.

“i’ve heard that before, you’re going to have to be more creative than that.”

“more creative than naming your mini cooper coopy?” she crunched up her nose, the cutest thing charles has ever seen, the girl he was waiting for before long forgotten. “now give me your phone, i’ll make sure coopy is taken care of.”

“does that seriously work on other girls?”

“what?”

she shrank in her seat, growing as red as her car. how stupid of her to assume this beautiful man was flirting with her when she just shouted at him like a madwoman for something that wasn’t his fault.

“i’m fucking with you, i’ll call about coopy and then maybe you’ll tell me you’re free on the weekend so i can take you out.”

“ah, take me out to watch cars go in circles with your stupid rich friends?”

“something like that.”

charles did not call, but the next morning y/n was woken up by her door ringing. a man in a suit greeted her, explaining that he’s here on behalf of charles to take her mini cooper for repairs. he relayed the message that coopy will be taken care of even if y/n is not the one driving it, y/n unable to control her smile at the silly message. the man also told her he would come back to pick her up later if she was up for it.

she could only laugh to herself as the melbourne circuit came in view, thinking it was all just a cruel joke for all the making fun she did last night. she was escorted into the paddock, wondering just how much of a stupid rich f1 fan charles was to get her here. she quickly had to bite back her words as she watched one of the ferrari drivers remove their helmet, a familiar face shooting her a wink.

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc imagine #f1 imagine

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fanficonly · 7 months

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Wenclair X Reader- What Are You? - Chapter 7

Yeah at this point I don't even think I know why it takes me so long to post... sometimes the drafts are just sat there and I spend a week trying to figure out what it's missing before I can post.

But either way, apologies for my lack of posting, working on some one-shots still aswell which I never posted ... shocker

Hope y'all enjoy😋

After pacing towards the foyer and turning back every few seconds to ensure you were not followed by the two persistent girls, you finally reach where your bags are situated and breathe a sigh of relief.

All here. All in tact. So you grab the jacket, your favourite might you add, out of your rucksack and pull it over your shoulders to cover the blood-stained white shirt beneath it.

Now ... If you take your stuff to your room will they be gone... That is the question.

You give it a few minutes, deciding to sit on your suitcase a observe your surroundings for a while, now that you no longer have a suspicious red patch on your back visible to the public view it seems safe enough. Besides, you need to give Wednesday and Enid time to leave your room, atleast you hope that's what they're doing. Leaving.

The odd student passes by you, some giving you light smiles or nods, others too wrapped up in drama or conversation to pay a random student the time of day, understandably.

But one. There's one student who, although you had been sat here for 10 minutes hasn't said or done anything and instead opts to stare at you from across the room.

"For God's sake" you curse quietly to yourself, rather disturbed at the amount of stalker-like attention you seem to attract from these outcasts.You flit your eyes back to him every once in a while and nothing about his stance changes. Creep.

He's a rather tall looking guy with long shaggy hair, sitting on one of the lounge chairs, a note book in hand and no sense of privacy it would seem as he makes no attempts to hide the fact that he is watching you.

You're painfully aware of his eyes on you but it would seem every time you look directly at him he flits his eyes back to the notepad Infront of him jotting down god knows what.

Another 5 minutes go by and you become lightly frustrated with the uneasy feeling of being watched so this time,when you feel his tortured eyes watching you, you whip your head around to stare directly at him giving him a "what the fuck are you looking at?" Kind of look.

He finally smiles, seemingly unfazed by your looks of judgement. You watch as he chuckles to himself looking away from you and gliding his pencil across the page again before standing up to approach you.

"Hi" he says,now stood Infront of you he looks even taller up close which for some reason annoys you. The audacity to just be like 'Hi' was enough of an annoyance that you're mind quietly screams at you to settle your emotions before someone gets hurt ...or worse.

But you won't get very far unless you reply so all you say is "Umm Hi can I help you?" standing up as you do, so you're not craning your neck so high just to look at him.

"Sorry I just- I was watching you and-" something in you snaps a little, the feeling of uncomfortable subsiding and being replaced with more annoyance that he had so casually stared at you for 15 minutes straight without any thoughts to how it would make you feel.

"Yeah I could tell you're not exactly discreet" you spit, raising your eyebrows in complete disapproval of his invasive actions

"Woah woah I'm sorry, sorry" he repeats raising his hands in defense. "I just- you looked so-" he squints his eyes shut and practically face palms at his own idiocy before taking a breath.

He shrugs and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck doing everything in his power not to make any unwanted eye contact with you. Suddenly, he no longer seems threatening and instead an intense vulnerability emits from his entire body.

"Sorry I didn't mean to snap it was just a bit weird, I don't like being stared at" you scold him but also try to settle the awkwardness.Not a lot you should be apologising for but you wanted to avoid unnecessary confrontation. I mean you don't even know what this guy is or who for that matter.

"No no you're completely right" he interjects " It is weird and I am really sorry for making you feel comfortable" he continues and seems genuinely annoyed with himself and almost ridiculously apologetic now "Let me explain?" he asks clearing his throat and looking to you for confirmation which you grant with a slight nid of your head. He doesn't speak though instead he just turns the notepad towards you.

"Holy shit" you mutter earning a step back from him and another laugh. His eyes widen at the curse not expecting that reaction of course but after shaking it off he smiles with pride.

The notepad you had earlier thought him to be writing in was actually a sketch pad. The image staring back at you was ... Well you, in the exact position you were only moments ago, perched on your suitcase staring off into the distance.

The sketch was incredible for a quick 15 minutes drawing, which is why it deserved the shocked reaction you had just given, it looked exactly like you. The hair, the eyes, the shape. It was like looking at a photograph.

"Thanks" he says smiling again "Sorry again I just saw you and it was like this perfect moment, you weren't paying attention to me but you were so engrossed in the world around you, I'm an artist so I just- I can't really control the pencil when it hits the paper you know" he explains further. A little cliché you think to yourself but at the same time you were no longer mad, the explanation was good enough and you more than anyone understood bad first impressions and hoping for second chances. It was basically your whole life

"No no I get it that's fine that actually- like wow you're really talented" you compliment his work, trying to move past the once impending altercation.

"I'm Xavier" he finally introduces himself holding out his hand for you to shake. Instantly you worry, again not really wanting to initiate any kind of physical contact especially from a stranger. So instead of out right offending the nice student who had offered you his hand you make a joke of it.

"And I'm a Germaphobe hehhh" you step back slightly holding your hands up and laughing a little.

He once again holds up his hands, one still grasping the notebook tightly between his boney hands "No problem uhhh" he points to you this time awaiting a telling of your name.

"Oh right yeah I'm Y/N I'm new" you state the obvious and he smirks slightly but before he can say anything, a loud " Yo Xavier!" Is yelled from somewhere in the near distance. The Lanky dude waved at his friends and looks back to you

"Well it was nice to meet you Y/N hope to run into you again" he walks off joining the boys and as he talks to them he looks back at you. You can only imagine the questions he is being asked right now as he ushers his friends away pushing them playfully into the halls and leaving you to get back to your quiet observing.

Eventually you find the strength to drag your bags to your room, mentally commending yourself for having a very small amount of belongings as you finally reach your door with one last huff.

While reaching for the handle you have a spine chilling feeling of someone's eyes on you and instinctively dart your eyes around in search of any immediate threat.

A few seconds go by and you roll your own eyes at yourself. God you were really on edge today, understandably, so you just shrug it off and make your way into your new quarters.

Meanwhile*

Wednesday and Enid had been left in your room

"That waaaaas-" Enid drags out the word, desperately racking her brain for the right adjective to describe the entire interaction between the 3 of you.

"Odd" Wednesday finishes, staring after Y/N for a brief second and then turning toward Enid.

"Very kooky" Enid smirks at Wednesday with pride as if she had just dropped the smartest quip of all time.

""Very amusing dear" Wednesday's eyebrows jump up as she turns to look at Enid with a somewhat tired look.

"You love it really" Enid giggles and skips over to her girlfriends side, squeezing her upper arm and inhaling her sweet scent.

"Not as much as I love you ma Cherie" Wednesday cooes, still reeling from her encounter with Y/N, she awards Enid a quick but lingering kiss and reaches for the wolf's hand for comfort.

"Soooo do we wait here orrrr..." Enid smiles deviantly at her bloodthirsty paramour. She would never admit it but seeing Wednesday get all worked up gets Enid all worked up and now because of this she was buzzing to retreat to the privacy of their dorm.

Wednesday, having become used to Enid's 'Hints', just squeezed her hand lightly and pulled the smitten werewolf along behind her. She stopped at the door and glanced back at the room, Enid's playful bliss still in full swing but her face contorting in confusion as to why they had stopped moving.

"Me amore this feels like a missed opportunity" the darker haired girl scans her eyes across the room with curiousity.

After a moment of thought Enid understands what her girlfriend is getting at

"We are not going through her room Wednesday!" She scolds tugging at her arms like a whiny child wanting to go home after a long day out.

"Why not? It doesn't seem like she has much here anyway" Wednesday defends, a glance of a hopeful smile fading across her lips.

Enid bites her lip, nawing at it in contemplation, taking a quick glance down the stairs then back at Wednesday, who takes the opportunity to stare deeply into the wolf's eyes. She caresses Enid's face, whispering against her lips

"Cara Mia" before connecting their lips once again then pulling back to gaze into Enid's eyes again. The blonde goes weak, in the knees, hazy from Wednesday's intoxicating scent and she hums in contentment.

When she pulls back and opens her eyes, Wednesday is staring at her in what can only be described as mischievous hope.

"Urgh fine" Enid concedes and Wednesday smirks and turns to re-enter the room.

"Works every time" Wednesday mutters, a sinister smile playing across her pale lips, while she starts scanning the small room.

"Not every time!" Enid follows behind Wednesday, in denial of the power of persuasion the Seer had over her.

"Hmm I seem to forget you have inhuman hearing abilities piccolo lupo" Wednesday hums again, flicking her dark eyes towards Enid before continuing on

"And don't you forget it" She hugs Wednesday from behind and the Ravenette takes a moment to inhale Enid's stimulating perfume before removing herself from her warm arms and getting down to business.

10 minutes go by and the once calm and calculated Wednesday was now back into full frustration mode.

"Baby I told you there's nothing here" Enid had watched Wednesday search the draws,wardrobe and surrounding area but to no avail and commended herself privately for remaining an innocent bystander.

"She must not have had her belongings sent to her room yet nobody is this minimal" Wednesday narrows her eyes "How unfortunate" she all but mumbles before pinching her chin in deep thought. After deliberating with the voices in her head she makes a decision

Wednesday runs her hand along the bed sheets, then stares hungrily at Enid, awaiting the werewolf's eventual realisation of what she was proposing. Look, If she wasn't going to get anywhere with their investigation she might aswell get somewhere else with her beautiful and inviting confidante

"Not here!" Enid almost immediately stutters out after letting her mouth fall open in surprise. Wednesday's ability to bewilder Enid to this day with her unpredictable advances is something the werewolf would never get over.

"I am sure she would not mind" Wednesday shrugs, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

"Who are you?" Enid narrows her eyes at her girlfriend suspiciously. Don't get her wrong, she had seen this side of Wednesday before but the occasions were very few and far between and usually she wanted something or had done something wrong which she was trying got make up for or was about to do something that she couldn't make up for.

Enid giggles though and Wednesday throws back the quilt to playfully entice Enid. But Wednesday notices Enid has pulled her attention away from her and is staring at something on the bed.

"Mon Chiot I am trying to do the whole 'hint' thing am I performing it incorrectly?" Wednesday asked a twinge of vulnerability escaping her tone.

"No no!" Enid fumbles her words "Great job babe but umm what's that?" She points towards the item in curiousity.

Wednesday follows Enid's colourfully painted, pointed finger to see that a piece of paper that had flung from the bed as she had thrown the covers back.

In one swift move Wednesday swipes up the letter and reads aloud "Y/N" before smirking and looking up at Enid with mischief in her eyes once again. "Finally" she deadpans, happy that her efforts to uncover more about Y/N were not entirely in vain.

"Baby I don't think we should read her mail it's private" Enid somewhat whines at the idea of being so intrusive but Wednesday just hums in response, still staring at the letter as if fighting an inner battle between right and wrong

"Wednesdaaaay" she eyes the shorter girl disapprovingly

"Calm cucciola, you will not be implicated in my federal offense I assure you" Wednesday holds her hand up to settle her girlfriend and begins to open the envelope. As if any part of that sentence was suppose to make Enid feel better... It didn't, of course, and she was unable to stop her impulses from taking control in order to stop her Girlfriend.

"Wednesday!" Enid jumps across the bed practically pouncing, arm out stretched, attempting to grab the letter from the Seer tight grasp. Her efforts were thwarted when Wednesday swiftly turns to the side in one quick move, only craning her neck down to watch her incredibly clumsy little wolf fall over herself and land at her feet.

"Enid this might be what we are looking for?!" Wednesday reaches out a hand to her beloved and smiles slightly when she clumsily clambers to her feet. "Why search if I'm not going to investigate what I find?" Wednesday speaks logically

"It just feels wrong" Enid Huff's out, swiping at her clothes.

"Everything I do feels wrong darling because It is, in fact, rarely do I do what society deems correct" she states fact and then insultingly remarks "honestly it's like you haven't known me for the last 2 years" Wednesday fights the urge to roll her eyes and steps back from the blonde and attempts to once again open the letter.

"No Wednesday" Enid's morality gets the best of her and drives over her curiousity as she attempts to grab the letter a second time. Naturally, Wednesday had done far worse and Enid had actually been implicated in her criminally and somewhat irredeemable behaviours but that didn't matter because she loved Wednesday and something about it all excited Enid. Plus, no matter what, her Girlfriend always found a way to protect her and bypass the law.

"Your efforts are futile my dear" Wednesday states bluntly as Enid claws at her girlfriend, playfully of course, to avoid her criminal intent.

"My efforts are not-" amidst the struggle both Girls freeze as they hear a loud bang and some fumbling coming from the bottom of the stairs.

"She's back!" Enid whisper screams at Wednesday letting out a small squeak in her panic state and Wednesday's eyes widen still gripping the letter tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning an even more pale shade as she does this.

#wenclair #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wenclair fanfic #wednesday x enid #wednesday #wenclair x reader #wenclair what are you

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elliesstrapon · 5 months

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False Accusations

✧˚ · . Oblivious Ellie Williams x Devoted reader

"I was all over her.." ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

✧˚ · . Summary: In which your feelings couldn't be reciprocated.

✧˚ · . Warnings: Swearing, Friends to lovers, slow burn, light make outs, Ellie isn't in love with you, childhood friends, dorm mates, cheating

✧˚ · . Part 2

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✧˚ · . Part 1 ⬇️

You sat in your last lecture of the day, writing down notes for your next exam, your brain clouded with everything but the test itself. Just Ellie. How it was you, again, and no one else, to go out with her to the gym, hopelessly gawk at her perfect and strong body, while she so effortlessly lifted weights, and instead of studying for your future, studying the workings of her toned self.

You thought about what Dina said, how you should just expose yourself for your true feelings, let it trinkle out, in hopes she'd understand; Which, Dina thought she would. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it, to lose what you had, even if it wasn't much more than innocent hugs and hand holding. You still wanted more than anything to keep that. It was better, even if she left you through out it all, at least she came back again. Her relationships didn't last long anyways.

You drifted from your studies, doodling your favourite things along your sheet, writing Ellie's initials, her eyes, even her severly detailed tattoo. You couldn't even control it, you memorized every line and curve of it, subconsciously, counted her freckles, noticed the small beads of brown in her transparent like green eyes.

The time only went by slower and slower, the tick of the clock only sounding once in what seemed like a blue moon. At some point just tuning out the annoying sound of your professors voice, replacing it with Ellie's raspier one in your mind.

It finally hit you when the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. You quickly packed up your note books and pencils, politely waving goodbye to your teacher, and walked out.

Your heart began to pound violently, pleading for a way out of your chest, the thought of Ellie's so visible abs right infront of you, nothing on but her sports bra, a loose pair of sweatpants, and a sweaty towel draped over her shoulders as she smirked at you, asking you how she was doing, you couldn't wait for it to happen all over again.

You found yourself back at your dorm, out of breath, your veins pulsing rapidly underneath the touch of your finger pads. Your sweater unzipped to the max, the sleeves falling off of your shoulders at the speed of a snail. You unlocked the door, closing it behind you.

"Ellie!" You shouted, throwing your tote bag to the leathery couch. " 'm in the bedroom!" She replied, your heart skipping a beat. You anxiously walked to the creaked open door, unbothering to lift your sleeve back up your shoulder, you fidgetted with your fingers.

"Hey" you smiled, forcing yourself to not look at every inch of her body. "Hey" the sound of excitement pitched deep within her voice, it amazed you how she could keep so cool around you, then again, you were madly in love with her and she wasn't.

"How was your last 'lecture" she asked, lazily doing her hair up in a messy ponytail. "Alright, insanely boring though" you laughed. "I had a feelin', texted' you" she flashed you a grin, your legs beginning to feel weak, wobbly like jello, you felt your knees buckle, your composure lifting too quickly. "Did you?" You gasped, flipping your phone out of your pocket to check it. "Oh, you did.." your heart throbbing, her thinking about you, it made your thoughts hazey. "Yeah, 'm leaving soon, you gonna' work out too?" She asked, tieing her shoelaces, the veins in her forearm flexing as she did so, you gazed in awe. "Ellie.. you know I don't know how any of that stuff works, you ask me everytime, and I always say no." You crossed your arms, she stood up, walking up to you, a playfully fake pout upon her soft peach pink lips, "Aw 'c'mon! I'll teach you 'how!" She pleaded, playing with your arms teasingly. "Oh, will you, now?" You laughed. "Yeah, I'll! Go, get 'ready!" Her hands messed with the strings of your hoodie, twirling them between her finger tips, you gave in. "Mm.. fine" you forced her hands off your chest, hovering over them just a bit longer before stepping away, "I'll be quick" you informed. Quickly running to the bathroom to slip on a pair of sweatpants and a black sports bra, keeping your hoodie just incase, the dried blood stains still on it, you hesitantly took off your jewelry and closed the light to the bathroom.

"Ready!" You shouted, walking out of the room, she had her bag ready, just a few pieces of equipment you had no knowledge or explaination for.

Her shoulder brushed against yours, exiting the dorm for the second time today, "Uh, so, why'd you leave for breakfast so early this morning?" You asked, "Met 'up with someone" she scratched the back of her ear, her rings clinking together, a cold sound being produced silently. "Oh?" Your breath hitched, a feeling of a sick horrid taste coming up your throat, pushing it down with a gulp. "Uhm, who?" You followed up on your last question. "This 'girl, in'our Math class.." she started. "Turns'out she's been in'na me for a'while" she played with her rings. "She's sweet." She spoke lovingly of yet another girl. Your heart shattering, having lost another opportunity you could've snatched yourself. "You like her?" You cleared your throat, opening the door for her to leave the college campus. "Dunno, 'think so, we'been talking." She adjusted the bag on her shoulder. "Mm.. right," you scoffed, the jealousy corroding your brain the more you heard about the damned girl in your 3rd period. "Whatever, just don't complain to me when another one of your girls gets bored with you." You rolled your eyes, increasing your walk speed, suddenly not wanting to see any inch of her at all. "Hey! 'The fuck?" She grabbed your arm, pulling you back into her, her grip inescapably strong. "What's your problem? 'S hearin'me complain that fuckin' painful?" She wrinkled her brows, the soft breaths escaping her nose onto your neck. "I dunno, Ellie somtimes it is, when it's the same shitting story all the time" you sighed, knowing her touch was only sending you over the edge, your body shivering subtly to her rings up against your arm. " 't hasn't mattered the last 'hundred times." She pointed out, her hand softening around you. "Ellie, it's not you, it's how you so easily trust them that pisses me off." You freed from her touch, eternally screaming at how warm her fucking body was, you prayed to god to stay there for longer, for the rest of your life, if she wasn't moving on from women every other week. "I mean, do you even know this girls name, her favorite drink?" You adjusted your bra, she stood silently, the streets empty on the way to the gym, only a few cars driving by once in a while. "Ava" she muttered, the air deteriorating with strong smelling chemicals, "and her last name?" You shifted your weight on only one of your legs. She averted her gaze, staring at the street lights rather than your face. "That's what I thought." You said, blankly. "I just don't trust them anymore.. You always say their different, and they never are" you frowned, guilt writing on your face like a fairy tail book. "Ellie?"

"No, I get it." She reached for her ear again, scratching it from the high nerve flying around the atmosphere. " 'm sorry" her eyes softened. "Don't be, I just.. I don't want to watch you get hurt again." You looked to the ground. " I'know" her voice quiet, understanding. The souls of her sneakers scratched the pebbles of the cement, the noise filling the fresh evening air. She stopped infront of you, wrapping her arms around your neck, embracing you in an apologetic hug, to which you hesitantly hugged her back, your feelings subsiding, only feeling sorry for your outburst. Her soft skin clashing with yours making you feel as if you were melting, warmly caressing the small of her back, "we good?" She whispered into your ear, the familiar tickle sending butterflies swarming. "Yeah, let's just go to the gym, yeah?" You gave her a last squeeze to her nod.

You walked into the gym about a few blocks away, getting settled in the locker room, a few other women there giving you odd, judgemental looks. "It's okay, you'seen me do this 'bouta million times, you got 'this" she assured you, taking your sweater from you, tucking it in the locker. "There's a difference between seeing you do it.... And then doing it myself" you watched as she took out the familiar towl. She chuckled at your remark, gesturing that you follow her to her usual, where you'd always sit and watch, possibly reading, or just texting Dina.

"We're gonna start liftin' weights" she said, choosing what seemed like the heaviest one, but probably wasn't. "Y'know what th'best form is, right?" She asked, raising her eyebrow, a sly smile on her face, you shook your head, watching her lean over, her arms flexing as she lifted the weight, holding it behind her neck, it going just above her head and then back down to her nape, in a rhythmic pattern. 'Y'see that?" She asked, biting her lip at the arm workout. "Mm-hmm" you hummed, your eyes only fixated on the beads of sweat rolling down her neck, in which they sparkled ever so slightly in the right lighting. "Come'n try" she switched over to another weight. "What, you think I can't lift heavier?" You stared at the low number, smirking at her. "No, I'know y'can't" she chuckled, watching you bend over to pick up the skinny, handles.

"I feel so confident in myself." You scoffed, fixing your legs to open wider, slightly in a squatting position, your thighs clenching at the forceful stance. You had to admit you were a bit messy, your handle work uncoordinated, and your legs wobbly. "Mm.." she squinted her eyes. "Here' " she breathed. Her hands ticklishly slithering around to your hips, forcing your ass against her crotch, the friction building at the cost of nothing, guiding you silently; you learnt by experience, after all. Your brain was cloudy, your mind corroding with her devilish working hands, and her wispy breaths up against your bare neck. You couldn't grasp anything, but only the feeling of her up against you making your breath catch in your closing up throat. "Maybe squat more'" she advised, lowering your body forward, bending you over subtly, her nails still engraving half moons into your stretch marks on your hips.

You heaved a desperate sigh, her hands exploring you like a feild day. "Y'got it?" She whispered, sending shivers down your spine, your skin beginning to feel cold and bumpy.

The dreams you'd have tonight were already making the space between your legs heat up uncontrollably. Your shower was going to be a few minutes longer than usual, imagining her hands roaming you like an unexplored island, all whilst she'd be in the living room, eating away at the just bought groceries, while you painfully strained yourself from yelling her name in bliss and pleasure.

You cautiously nodded your head, pursing your lips from opening, afraid the next time you do, the slightest sound would slip past them. "Good, try on your'own," she removed her hands, the soft tips of her fingers leaving you alone, you almost sobbed, missing the touch of her skin already.

You lifted the weight above your head, a grunt leaving your mouth at the third thrust up. "There y'go, atta' girl" her voice was raspy, your heart pounding at the praise. "Thank you" you mumbled, feeling shy, your body's physical reactions all too much to handle.

You'd continued to lift weights later on into the evening, shifting between leg work outs, and glutes, all of which you sucked tremendously, her teasing throwing you off your not very high horse before she suddenly paused. "Hold 'up" she grabbed her phone, checking it intensely. Seeming as if someone had texted her. "What is it?" Your lips agap, "'ts Ava." Her smile grew wider, your heart quenching at the sudden shift in her mood, all for one other woman she'd be over in a week. "oh?" You looked to your sneakers. "b'right back'" she winked, signaling she was taking her call, you watched as she walked away.

Her smile never leaving her lips. You watched them move intently, trying to form words of which you understood, "I'll see you then?" Her slit brow raising in satisfaction, like she hadn't been through this before, she knocks them up, then forgets they happened because either of them got bored, it was terrifying how she liked this so called Ava no last name. She probably didn't even know how many siblings she had, if she had any.

You watched her for a total of 10 minutes as apposed to finally realizing she wasn't going to be done any time soon. You'd packed up and left, changing into your still stained hoodie, leaving her there to walk back alone, the jealousy overwhelming your train of thought.

You walked back to campus in disbelief, how she could've stayed on the phone all night with Ava if she wanted, no distractions, you wouldn't be surprised if Ellie hadn't even noticed you were gone.

You unlocked the door to your dorm, locking it again before getting undressed and changed into your silk pjs, taking out a dvd to watch but another movie, just on your own. Pitying yourself for your hate towards every other woman Ellie loved.

You checked your phone, Ellie's name plastered across the screen with the number 4 beside it.

Y/n?

What the fuck?

Why'd you leave?

You okay?

Just tired, I guess, sorry, left without you.

Really? Sorry I was on the phone so long.

Did you get back safely?

Yeah.

Alright then, I'll be on my way soon

k, goodnight.

You turned over, leaving your phone flipped off, not wanting anything more than just for the day to be over. Your dreams overtaking your mind and the events replaying like a movie. You'd only hoped that Ellie wouldn't overthrow you with Ava's sweet words and piercing gaze, as Ellie put it, you only wanted tomorrow to be a less dreadful day.

#tlou #the last of us #tlou2 #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #reading #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #dina tlou #ellie x y/n #y/n #ellie fluff #ellie smut #tlou ellie #ellie x you

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"Better late than never" part 9

COLORING BOOK

Since Soap learned how to make Ghost’s tea, a cup of it waited for him every morning right next to Johnny's coffee- prompting the lieutenant to sit next to the Scot. Ghost didn’t really need any prompting, Ghost’s place was always right next to Soap after he saved him that place on the plane.

Although today there was something extra next to his mug when he sat in the mess hall.

“What’s that?” Ghost gestured at the item.

“‘Hello, Soap.’ Hi Lt! ‘Thanks for the tea Soap.’ No problem Sir.” The sergeant said to himself, looking disappointed at the taller man. Ghost just blinked at Soap, unamused. Soap rolled his eyes. “Just something for you to do while I am gone.”

“What do you mean?”

“I will be showing our future demolition experts how to properly blow up some old buildings a little farther away from the base. I will be back for supper.” The Scot was visibly excited, rubbing his hands together, already thinking about all the things he will set ablaze that day.

“Why without me?” Everyone knew that they were attached at the hip, even if the lieutenant would rather eat a bullet than admit that. They were always sent on missions as a team, they worked great together. They even trained rookies together since if Ghost were to do it alone the poor bastards would be dead by the end of it. Soap had a way more friendly demeanour. Recruits not only liked the sergeant but he had this special ability to encourage them to do better- not for him but for themselves.

Ghost knew that Soap is a better leader, better than he himself will ever be. Johnny was charismatic and kind, always putting everyone else before himself. And Soap was so fucking smart, it brought Ghost physical pain to see him dumb it down for the entertainment of others. People would follow after Soap in battle, Ghost would and honestly he hopes that he will survive to see the day Johnny gets to be a captain. Because he fucking deserves it.

But that’s not the point right now- why today they got separated?

“From what ah’ know you are no expert on explosives so there is no reason for ye to tag along. Gaz will be joining me, and as a lieutenant, you have better things to do, don’t ye?”

Ghost frowned under the balaclava, he didn’t like leaving Soap alone and being left alone on base- or more like he didn’t like not having the Scot by his side. Ghost can pretend to be annoyed with Soap, but he is aware that the man makes his days a little bit more tolerable.

“Ah, Lt… you make a face lik’ ye actually gonna miss me.” Soap laughed.

“Piss off, you can’t see my face.” But MacTavish was right, he will miss him- even if only for a few hours.

“Ye are easier to read than you think Simon.” Soap looked him in the eyes, smiling softly. “I gotta go or Price will kill me for delaying shit again.” He got up and patted Ghost’s shoulder.

“Don’t teach them to make makeshift nukes in their’s room.”

“When it’s all the fun!” Shouted Soap, disappearing behind the exit doors. Ghost couldn’t stop a chuckle from coming out under his balaclava.

Ghost was going to take his tea to his room since without Johnny there was no point in sitting in a crowded space, but his attention came back to the mysterious objects. He grabbed the first one, which was a small tin box filled with coloured pencils- way nicer that the crayons they used once for doodling. The pencils weren’t in the usual vibrant rainbow colours but in nicely toned down, darker ones. Every single pencil was engraved with gold writing ‘Prismacolor’, Ghost never saw pencils like that. His knowledge of art supplies was very limited. All he knew was that the HB pencil is the best only because Johnny said so.

The second thing turned out to be a colouring book, but not just any colouring book. With Soap there was no normal. The front page of it read ‘Fuck off! I am colouring’ which was honestly amusing to Ghost. He thumbed through the pages, only briefly looking at the designs. They were all filled with swear words.

Soap expected Ghost to colour it, but he was sure that the thing will be probably lying somewhere in his room, untouched. Kept only because he got it from Johnny.

Ghost didn’t even get to take his tea to his room when his phone lit up. He got a message from Price

‘My office. NOW.’

The Brit groaned and walked to his Captain’s office, colouring book and pencils stuffed in his pocket.

***

Ghost had enough of that day, the world seemed to hate him.

First, when he entered Price’s office he was met with an apologetic look from the older man. They weren’t alone in the room, a middle-aged woman introduced herself and said she was a major. She looked very pissed. She showed them some papers with numbers that Ghost didn’t understand, telling him that there is too many KIAs on the missions he leads. That he should be better because that is what they expected.

No one had in mind that Ghost was usually being sent on a literal mission impossible like he was some kind of sorcerer that could make a shit intel about very dangerous ‘whatever’ work only because he is the Ghost. People expected him to perform miracles, but in the end, he was the one collecting dog tags from the fallen soldiers. It wasn’t even like he didn’t blame himself- because he did. He blamed himself for ever agreeing to lead the mission, to ever allow it to happen. Sometimes he felt like the shit intel wasn’t at fault- maybe he really could make better decisions?

Price couldn’t stand the woman any longer and he very nicely told her that they have some important things to discuss. The woman left, saying that she will be back if the numbers don’t go down.

“People are not a statistic you can change, son. Don’t pay attention to the old hag.“ Price tried to sympathize.

It didn’t make Ghost feel any better about himself, he just stood in the middle of the office waiting for Price to dismiss him. The man signed.

“I will make sure not to take tasks from her ever again. You can go.”

Ghost never left that room so fast. He felt like shit.

Then his hands were trembling for the rest of the day. He wanted to clean some of his guns but he couldn’t do it so he went to his room thinking he could catch up with his paperwork. But it only made it worse since he had to write reports from those forsaken failed missions. He caught himself wishing Johnny was there to help him, to just speak endlessly about his day so Ghost can listen and forget for a while about everything else.

Ghost looked forward to the dinner.

***

As soon as it was past 6 pm Ghost started to worry, because Soap didn’t yet barge in blabbering about all the explosives he got to detonate today. Ghost knew that the sergeant knew what he was doing, but he didn’t know all the rookies and their abilities. He pushed that filling away and went to the mess hall thinking that maybe Soap was simply hungry after the course and stopped there to eat something.

But he wasn’t there. The training must have just extended in time.

Ghost grabbed himself a meal and sat at an empty table hoping that the Scot will finally show up. While he was at it something fell out of his pocket- the colouring book. He picked it up.

Fuck it

He also put the pencils on the table. Ghost went through the pages in search for something interesting. He picked one with ‘Ask your doctor if shutting the fuck up is right for you.’ in the middle- it made him smirk.

He picked a pencil and started filling out the design. He was surprised to get really into it. He was extremely focused on not going over the lines, filling the space in the colour pattern he choose. The pencils were extremely smooth and glided on paper with no problem allowing him to blend the colours with no problem when he realized that he can. No one will stop him and tell him to fill out one area only with a single colour. At some point his hands stopped trembling, Soap calmed him down even from far way.

***

When Soap came back buzzing with all the good feelings blowing stuff brought him, he didn’t expect to see what he did. Even if he was late for supper with Gaz, Ghost was still sitting there hunched over the damn colouring book he got him. He was completely engrossed in it- John smiled. What made him even more satisfied were the looks Ghost received from everyone around him.

The soldiers remaining in the mess hall looked flabbergasted, Even Gaz who stood next to him looked mildly surprised to see the big ol’ Ghost so focused on colouring.

“I told ye getting him the good pencils will be worth it.” Soap crossed his arms and looked at Garrick.

Kyle shook his head with a chuckle. “You would get him the expensive ones even if he were to throw them away. Which he wouldn’t.”

“Yeah… I would.”

Gaz ruffled Soap’s hair. “You are a whipped, man.”

And yeah, there was no point in denying it.

I struggled at the start but when I got into it it was really nice to write. I am a little worried that I am focusing on stuff not relevant to the prompt but it really helps me build the story. I hope you all like it and I love to read your thoughts <3 PROMPT BY @/Riolee on Ao3 and expanded by @u5an5

Part 1

#no beta we die like Ghost's family #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #john soap mactavish #cod #cod mw2 #soap cod #soap mctavish #cod modern warfare #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #soap x ghost #ghostsoap fanfic #cod headcanons #cod soap #cod fanfic #soapghost fluff #bltn soapghost fic

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angelspathway · 6 months

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From the start: Miles Morales x black fem! reader

Summary: crush on best friend

Warnings: confessing feelings, feeling heartbroken, injuries, jealously, sadness

Note: I am in my feelings.

Later note: I don't think I am ever gonna finish this. I cannot find the motivation. I'm sorry but, please enjoy.

‘Don't you notice how

I get quiet when there's no one else around?

Me and you and awkward silence

Don't you dare look at me that way

I don't need reminders of how you don't feel the same’

Quietness filled my room. Miles Morales, Harlem's spider man and my best friend, sat in my windowsill, drawing i n his sketchbook. Another picture of that girl he met last year. The atmosphere felt tense, even though neither of us has said a word since he swung into my room, seeking solace from a panic attack. His pencil made scratching noises, heavy and almost sounded like he was ripping the paper. I was still blinking sleep from my eyes because of my disturbed nap. "Miles?"

He looked up at me with saddened dark brown eyes, wiping some freely flowing tears off his cheeks with the sleeve of his puffer jacket. He was breaking my poor lovesick heart with how much this panic attack took affect on him. "You think she forgot about me?" the softness in his sad voice torn me to shreds. I stood up, ignoring the pang in my heart, walking over to him. I sit on the windowsill, scooting closer to him and wrapping my arm around him as he went into another episode of snifflingand crying. I said nothing more as I rub his back. " Let it out, Miles.”

My heart continued to break for him... but it broke for myself. I felt selfish because here was my friend crying about the same girl that he thinks forgot him and I am angry that he still thinks about her while I am here with him all the time.

‘Oh, the burning pain

Listening to you harp on 'bout some new soulmate

"She's so perfect, " blah, blah, blah

Oh, how I wish you'll wake up one day

Run to me, confess your love, at least just let me say’

"Come on, Miles! Not at the arcade too..." I groan in frustration as his mind drifts from eating his nachos to just staring off in the distance, a smile visible on his face. Why couldn't he look at me like that? "Earth to Miles?", I wave my hand in front of his face. I was annoyed about how often he thought about her, especially nowadays.

He snapped out of it, looking at me with that bright look. He gave me the sweetest embarrassed smile, stuffing a nacho in his mouth. "Sorry... Its supposed to be our hangout day-"

"Don’t worry about it. Tell me more about the girl that stole my best friend’s heart." I pretended to be interested about this 'Perfect girl', not wanting him to find out about my seething jealously. My heart was screaming at him to confess to me. To be with me instead of her.

I felt selfish... I should be happy that my bestie has a crush, not anger that I wasn't the girl that he wanted.

But...

‘That when I talk to you oh, Cupid walks right through

And shoots an arrow through my heart

And I sound like a loon, but don't you feel it too?

Confess I loved you from the start’

Nevermind, he owes me nothing for being a friend to him. I may have been there for him every day of my life, but he doesn't owe me anything for loving him so damn much. I should've confessed sooner. Maybe then, I wouldn't have to worry so much about something or someone snatching him away from our friendship.

"Hey. Now you are spacing out?" he laughs, placing his hand on top of mines. My stomach filled with nauseating butterflies as I snapped back to reality. I give him an upside down smile, pulling my hand away from his.

"Let’s go play some video games."

‘What's a girl to do?

Lying on my bed, staring into the bluе

Unrequited, terrifying

Lovе is driving me a bit insane

Have to get this off my chest

I'm telling you today’

With a lot of encouragement from my friends and even Miles parents, I decided I needed to confess to him. My heart was beating out of my chest, scared of how he would react to my confession. I walk towards the water tower, his mom telling me where he was. I stopped in my tracks, my heart breaking in two after seeing blonde hair with pink tips. He seemed so happy talking to her, sharing a plate of food. My shoulders dropped, turning to walk away, feeling guilty for the tears in my eyes. I shouldn't be this upset..

He always talked about her... even during our hangouts. He never looked at me that way, never looked at me past being a friend... and it hurts.. it hurts a lot. Mostly because I've been there for him all this time and he cannot see how much I care for him. I leave the party, tears running down my face. I was gasping and trembling a bit. Why did I ever think he would love me? He loves her. I will never be the girl of his life.

#Spotify #across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x reader

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hd-wireless · 9 months

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📻🎶 H/D WIRELESS 2023 - WEEKLY WRAP-UP #3

The third week of posting has come to an end! Enjoy catching up with this week's selection of wonderful works.

There's a work for everyone in this fest (and if you haven't found what you're looking for yet, we're far from done with posting).

As always you can listen to the prompted songs for the works we post on two playlists:

Click here for Spotify (many thanks to @evaeleanor for helping us out there) ❤️

And here for the YouTube playlist.

Please enjoy this week’s entries below the cut:

🎶 H/D Wireless Art 🎶

📻 Your Heart's a Mess [G, Pencil & Copic markers]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Hearts A Mess' by 'Gotye' 🎵 Summary: Hogwarts eighth year. Malfoy, visibly scarred (from Sectumsempra? from the war? from his treatment by the Ministry?) and visibly heavy-hearted (from regret? from his father's imprisonment? from how the other students torment him?) has driven Harry to distraction. It's 6th year all over again: he was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy. How he wishes the feeling was mutual.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic and Art 🎶

📻 Waking Up Slow [E, 21,886, Digital Art]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'The Christmas Song' by 'The Raveonettes' 🎵 Summary: 'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July, Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why, There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more, Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore, Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss, And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 Burst of Love [E, 3,805]

🎵 Song Prompt: Jealous by Nick Jonas 🎵 Summary: The year after the War is both the worst and best one in Harry and Draco's lives. Draco somehow becomes one of the most requested influencer on Instagram, Harry is finally free and discovers he has quite...a passion inside himself. We all know how this is going to end.

📻 Rich Friend [E, 1,130]

🎵 Song Prompt: Rich Friends by Portugal. The Man 🎵 Summary: As far as Harry can tell, Draco Malfoy is still rich as hell. He’s just not a wizard anymore. Featuring: Draco Malfoy trying to make it as a Muggle pop star, Harry Potter as our confused and horny hero, bad driving, good music, and the mysterious magic of falling for someone.

📻 Seven Days, Seven Memories [E, 25,668]

🎵 Song Prompt: Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths 🎵 Summary: In a universe somewhere, deep down in the Department of Mysteries, behind Door 13, Unspeakable Draco Malfoy, can be usually found. Except Malfoy is nowhere to be found when Harry goes looking for him. What he finds instead is a Pensieve and a box full of memories

📻 so scarlet it was [E, 19,932]

🎵 Song Prompt: Maroon - Taylor Swift 🎵 Summary: Draco’s back for his Eighth Year as part of his parole. He’s doing his best not to annoy any war heroes and avoid Harry Potter as if his life depends on it. Too bad Harry has other ideas.

📻 A Pureblood's Guide to Driving and Apostasy [E, 9,218]

🎵 Song Prompt: I'm On Fire by Bruce Springsteen 🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy should be happy - he's engaged to a suitable young lady, chosen by his father, and on the way to restoring the family name. Except he isn't happy at all. That is, until Pansy (or is it fate?) brings him to a magical garage where his whole worldview is set on fire.

📻 Snitches & Sitches [T, 4,565]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Once Upon a December' by 'Liz Callaway' 🎵 Summary: After a Quidditch accident, Harry's life turns upside down when he suffers a case of retrograde amnesia. Surrounded by people and places he should remember, Harry must cope with his slow recovery, all the while feeling like there's something very familiar about the blond with gray eyes who keeps wistfully staring at him.

📻 Can't Get You Out of My Head [E, 26,343]

🎵 Song Prompt: Can't Get You Out of My Head by Kylie Minogue 🎵 Summary: Draco was quite fine with his own company, thank you very much. So, when a potions’ accident left him unable to rid his head of Harry Potter’s infernal internal monologue, Draco was less than thrilled. He was, however, an internationally educated Potioneer; he could find an antidote without having to admit to Potter the access he’d had to his thoughts…actions…personal life…personal time…right?

📻 Sod Off Potter [T, 1,787]

🎵 Song Prompt: Sod Off Potter by Rattlebones 🎵 Summary: So sod off Potter Will you say what you want? Sod off Potter Will you say what you want is me? Potter please ↳ Sod Off Potter - Rattlebones Draco regretted the decision to return to Hogwarts after the war. Why couldn't bloody Potter just leave him alone? It wouldn't be so bad if Draco hadn't been harboring a secret crush on Harry for years.

🎶 H/D Wireless Podfic 🎶

📻 [Podfic] You Are Not Alone [, 1:49:56]

🖋️ Original author: Juh_Nunes 🎵 Song Prompt: Sorry - Halsey 🎵 Summary: Orginal Summary: Draco dreaded going back to Hogwarts after the war. He was sure this would be his worst year yet: the school hated him, the Slytherins have abandoned him, and his dorm was overrun with Gyffindors. There was no way anything good could come out of this mess, right?

#HD Wireless #hd wireless 2023 #drarry #drarry fic #drarry art #drarry fic and art #drarry podfic #weekly wrap up no 3

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layla4567 · 11 months

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You know what I mean

quicksilver x reader

Summary: Y/n throws a hint at Peter that he doesn't know how to catch

Warnings: Fluff and Peter being a naive and silly child

It was a very cold winter day at school, you hated winter and weather like that. Everyone in the classroom was studying history class and they looked quite warm. You were wearing a beige hand-knit sweater with brown horizontal stripes, navy blue leggings and black fingerless gloves, yet your feet felt numb and you kept moving your legs rubbing against each other to try to get warm. Peter sitting next to you was wearing a brown jacket with a furry collar, black jeans and his typical glasses on his head. He was writing something on a notepad, you don't know what it was because you was concentrating on your own notes. Suddenly he rips the yellow paper from the pad and makes a small bun, the silver-haired boy looks up and looks around, especially in front as if he wanted to make sure no one found out. Without warning you feel that something soft hits your head, something fell to the floor. It was the paper that Peter had thrown at you. When you look up at him he looks at you with a toothless smile, trying to appear angelic. You raised the crumpled paper roll annoyed and sighing, when you opened it you could see that it was a poorly drawn drawing of the two of you (they almost looked like stick figures), Peter was holding your hand and for some reason your head was bigger than normal. Asshole. Above the drawing you could read the following words: Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you've got 'fine' written all over you.

When you finished reading the note you rolled your eyes and looked at him like an elephant looks at an ant, he smiled even more and made a heart with both hands. Although you thought the note was a bit stupid, you felt sorry to throw it away so you put it in your pencil case. Trying to suppress a smile at the thought of that funny drawing, you confronted Peter trying to sound tough.

"Are you kidding me?? Wasn't it easier to hand me the note? You're literally 30 centimeters away "- you spoke quietly so the teacher wouldn't hear

Quicksilver leaned closer in his seat to get closer to you and whispered with a smirk

"I like to make you angry"

He was trying to drive you crazy, you knew it and you knew you couldn't fall for his game but this boy made you desperate sometimes

"Oh yeah? And do you know what an angry person can do, Peter Maximoff?"

Your tone of voice rose a little more but still a whisper. Anyway Professor Howlett heard us and told them to shut up. You both turned to face uncomfortably, Logan could be a hard guy to deal with. But you wanted to return the trick to Peter so you made a drawing on a piece of paper that you tore from your notebook and in the same way that Peter did, you threw it at his head but this time with more force, so much so that the sprinter threw a groan of pain. Logan turned around annoyed looking at you two but especially at Maximoff. Peter blushed and tried to hide the paper that you had thrown at him and that now lay on the ground, stepping on it with his shoes.

"Fine, the next person who makes a noise I will send him to detention and what Charles does with you is no longer my business"- Logan growled angrily before turning around and continuing to write on the board.

Peter dragged his foot to lift the paper while rubbing his head, opening it he saw that it contained a drawing of a hand showing the middle finger and the phrase "Fuck you" on the side. Peter looked at you and you smilingly blew him a flying kiss.

The class continued more or less the same, that is, without any other setback. When it was recess time you went to return some study books to the library. There you found Alex doing the same.

" 'Sup y/n, I see you almost got in trouble "

Alex Summers wore a gray jacket with a hood, a white shirt of which only the collar was visible and a vest on top of military green, at the bottom he wore jeans and brown boots. When he spoke to you, he did it with his usual seductive smile as he leaned back on the shelves supporting one arm.

"That's right, you said it: almost. But it was not like that. It was all the fault of that goofy Maximoff anyway"

Alex chuckled.

"You can't blame him, that's just him. We all get used to it and accept it as it is"

"But do you know what he wrote me in that note?" He denied with his head

"'Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you've got 'fine' written all over you'. What the hell man.."

You imitated Maximoff's voice trying to use your deep voice and making faces.

The blond boy laughed out loud, bending his trunk and clapping his hands happily.

"It's not funny" - You became serious but your angry face was adorable

Alex wiped away the tears with his thumb.

"Oh come on you gotta admit it's so bad it's good"

Okay, tease if you want. I'm going to the yard. Do you want to come?

Alex appreciated your offer but said he was going to be busy studying for the exam he failed. Before going to the yard you went into your room to pick up a fleece jacket, you knew that as soon as you set foot on the front steps you were going to freeze. You patted the pockets of the jacket, inside there was a hair band from days ago, you had lost it and now you were happy to have found it. In the other pocket you kept a lip balm just in case, it was horrible to have chapped lips. You jogged toward the yard gate to warm up with your gloved hands in your pockets. You hopped down the stairs like children and on the last step you sat with your knees touching your chest and your arms resting on them. You looked at the sky tilting your head, there were not so many clouds but there was enough wind. Suddenly you felt a breeze very close to you, at first you thought it was the wind but when a boy in a beige jacket sat next to you on the stairs you turned your head surprised to look at him.

"You know you don't have to put "Fuck you" when you draw a hand showing the middle finger, right? That's redundant"

That was his kind and brilliant greeting

"I don't care"- you stuck out your tongue childishly

And that was your magnificent answer

You suddenly felt quite cold. You put your hands in your pockets and remembered your lip balm. You took it out of your jacket, uncovered it and put it on your lips. It was cherry flavored. Peter was looking at you out of the corner of his eye wondering what you were doing. While you spread the shiny balm on your lips, you already felt more hydrated. You covered the balm and were about to put it back in your pocket when you noticed Peter's penetrating gaze, he was looking at what you were holding in your hands as if trying to decipher some riddle.

"What are you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. Nevermind"

But Peter was so verbose that he couldn't shut up for a minute.

"Well yeah, I was wondering what the hell was that"- He said pointing to the bottle that you still had in your hand

"This? It's a lip balm. Have you ever seen one? What planet do you live on?"- you laughed

"I don't know, I don't use girly things"

Peter made a noise with his lips as if he wanted to spit something out, a kind of "Pfft" that ended in a giggle.

You were about to put the balm away again when Peter asked again

"And that thing... balsam or whatever. Does it taste like anything?"

In order not to be interested in "girly things" he asked a lot of questions.

"Why do you ask, do you want to buy one?" - you teased him

"Whaaat? Of course not. It's just curiosity"

You uncovered the balsam and showed it to him, it was fiery red.

"It's cherry flavor. Do you wanna try it?"

You used to not be this flirtatious with Peter but when you were around him his cheeky vibe rubbed off on you and you started acting more confident.

"Try it? Let's see"

Maximoff grabbed the balsam with a puzzled expression. He smelled it first, and a sweet aroma tickled his nose. Without thinking twice, he licked the shiny red surface, then made a disgusted notch, spit on the ground, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"This tastes like ass, eww"

You couldn't believe it, you thought Peter would take your hint but he didn't because he's clearly a boy and they never know how to take hints. You wondered if it was normal for him to be so clumsy

"Peter! You weren't supposed to lick it!!"

"But then what did you expect me to do?"-He shrugged

You let out an incredulous laugh as you stood up rolling your eyes in annoyance.

"Ugh nevermind, dork"

You went up the steps two by two and entered the mansion with a quick step, while Peter looked confused as you left while still sitting on the stairs. Then he looked towards the horizon reflecting what made you so angry

"I don't think I'll ever understand girls, why are they so complicated?"

He sighed

Scott saw Peter in the distance and approached him with a lopsided smile.

"Hey Pet! Can I sit?"

"Yeah, go ahead dude"- he said discouraged

"Why do you have that downcast face?"

"You won't believe what just happened to me man, y/n was putting something weird on her lips..-"

"A lip balm?"- Scott cut him off

"Yes exactly, do you know them? Whatever, that smelled like cherries but tasted horrible, I'm sure you're wondering why I know it tasted disgusting and it's because I had asked her if it has any flavor and she replied that it tasted like cherry and said hey do you want to try it? and I said ok let's see what's up but when I licked it off it was more bitter than shit and I ended up spitting it out on the floor, I know it's disgusting. Anyway, she ended up getting mad for no reason and she left me here alone."

Peter sometimes spoke at the speed of light so it was hard to follow the thread of the conversation, but everyone at school was used to it by now.

Scott sighed and put a hand to his face.

"Dude, you're an Idiot"

Peter gasped

Hey! You are supposed to cheer me up not make me feel worse, now why am I supposed to be an idiot??- he crossed his arms with a frown

"She wanted you to kiss her, not suck on her balm like a retard."

"Ohh..THAT makes sense"

Scott shook his head laughing.

"Did you really not understand what she meant?"

Peter Maximoff smirked as he made that "Pfft" with his mouth again.

"Of course I knew what she meant, I was just kidding"

The silver-haired boy laughed out loud to cover it up, but the truth is that he had no idea that this had been a hint.

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vashuknivesu · 1 year

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VashWood (I wrote the one I posted previously two hours ago and then got this idea and wrote this fifteen minutes ago?? Idk why I’m on a VashWood warpath?? I hope you like it tho)

Warnings: Uhh scar mentions. A lot. That’s it. Smoking? Wolfwood things.

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“-And that one was from a Bounty Hunter. I really nearly got got that time.”

Wolfwood huffs out a column of smoke, watching with low and heavy eyelids as Vash maps out the scars on his naked abdomen. He can’t remember how they got onto the conversation exactly. A joke, he thinks vaguely, about putting a cap in the blonde’s ass if he carried on being annoying that turned into a rather funny story on how he very nearly actually got a cap in the ass once.

Not a single scar was an accident. From small, barely visible things that could pass as birth marks to the large, horrifying and knotted tragedies that took up vast amounts of his skin. They all had a story.

Wolfwood can remember a time in the early stages of their romantic relationship when Vash was self conscious of the network of mutilated flesh his body adorned. Shying away if the Undertaker looked too closely, ever so subtly hunching his shoulders forward whenever he was shirtless as if to shrink in on himself. He was a little bit proud to say that the Typhoon didn’t really hide from him anymore. Evident in the confidence he had in drawing attention to each and every twisted little scar on his form, hesitant only in explaining how it got there if the origin was a touchy subject.

“Anyway,” the blonde chirps, clearly having had enough of the skeletons in his closet for a day, “do you have any scars?”

The question catches Wolfwood off guard a little bit. And he doesn’t realise the ash on the end of his cigarette is getting a bit too large until it falls, landing right between his naked collar bones, and he hisses at the little sting. Vash laughs as the other man shoots up into a sitting position, swiping the ash off of himself, and stumping the half-smoked cig into the ashtray on the floor beside the bed. He grumbles, laying back down with a grunt and thinking for a moment.

“I got one.”

“Just one?”

“Yea’. When I was a kid.”

Wolfwood holds his arm up skyward, and Vash scoots in, until his cheek is resting on the inky-haired man’s shoulder, peering up at the arm as Wolfwood brings his other hand in to point at a spot in the centre of his forearm.

Vash squints. It’s… green. Like an old bruise.

“That’s a scar?”

“Mhm.”

“What is it?”

Wolfwood inhales, squinting at the spot himself for all of a few seconds before exhaling again.

“At the Orphanage. There was this kid I hated. Constantly made the other kids feel like shit cuz’ apparently he was only there ‘temporarily,’ n’ his Mom and Dad were gonna come back for him. Total lies. Just wan’ed to feel better than everyone else.”

Vash nods, soaking in every word, his big blue eyes shifting their focus from his partner’s arm to his tawny face. The square of scruffy jaw, the hook in his nose. His eyes soften fondly.

“Anyway, I got sick of it. Told him to shut up, n’ that his parents wan’ed about as much to do with him as the rest of us. And…”

The Typhoon blinks.

“And…?”

“… And he stabbed me in the arm with a pencil.”

Vash the Stampede was a good man, despite what others may think of him. Or what he may think of himself. He was open minded, understanding and endlessly kind. He’d never judge anyone for their origins, and would always lend a listening ear if someone needed it. So when a little sound forces its way out of his lungs, he clamps a hand over his mouth. But it does nothing to slow down the sudden onslaught of laughter that uses his entire stomach.

The Undertaker snarls, shoving a hand in Vash’s face and barking at him to stop his laughing. And Vash tries. He really does, but it doesn’t work. He laughs and laughs until his midriff is aching and Wolfwood is on top of him, hands braced either side of his head, straddling his hips and threatening violence.

“I-I’m sorry!” Vash giggles, wiping his eyes, “I just… A pencil.”

“Fuck you.”

“I mean, if you’re so inclined.”

Wolfwood scoffs, rolling his eyes and climbing off of his companion, stomping around to grab his cigarettes.

“I can’t believe that’s the only scar you have.”

“What can I say,” he grumbles, “everythin’ that came after the experiments healed like it never happened.”

“Right…”

Wolfwood turns to look at the man still lying prone in the bed, but his expression is now one of guilt, remorse. His eyebrows are drawn together, looking at nothing in particular as he thinks.

“Oi, Spikes,” Wolfwood calls out, “don’t go gettin’ soft on me now. You were just laughing at me a second ago.”

“Yeah, well that was until I remembered your tragic backstory,” Vash sulks, looking sullen and a bit upset with himself. Wolfwood can tell he’s worried that he may have insulted him with his laughter and rolls his eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed with his new cigarette and lighter in hand, and leans down to catch his lips in a sudden kiss that catches the blonde off guard.

“It’s fine,” Wolfwood breathes against the softness of Vash’s mouth, “I don’t mind you bein’ a bit mean.”

“Well I mind,” Vash pouts in retort, “makes me feel bad.”

“You need thicker skin.”

“Coming from the guy with a pencil scar.”

“I thought you felt bad.”

“I’m over it.”

Wolfwood huffs a laugh.

#nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun stampede #tristamp #vash the stampede #vashwood

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ncityavenue · 2 years

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"Do it clap?"

VERY SHORT.

Prompt: you get interrupted from doing your ELA essay when your Best friend, Jaehyun, video calls you to ask you a outrageous question.

Pairing: Jaehyun x Black fem reader

Disclaimer: use of the n word(obviously only the reader will say it), writer/reader making fun of jaehyuns huge head and mentions of drug use (weed)

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"In the beginning of the passage it shows....no! I already said that!!" You slightly shout.

You raised your clear glasses up on your face as you bend down in criss cross apple sauce position to write down more notes. You pout at your work not being the way you wanted, dragging your eraser across the pencil-beat up paper.

Right before you can get back to your sentence on your paper, you hear your ring tone go off.

Jaehyun.

You huff picking up your phone and answered,"why the fuck are you calling me?"

"Ayyyy! Long time no see!" Jaehyun smiles showing his dimples, you roll your eyes before putting your pencil down.

"I literally saw you 4 hours ago..." You reminded.

"Exactly why I said long time no see sweetheart." Jaehyun says as he rests his head on his hand.

"Anyways! What do you want? Why are you calling me?" You questioned trying to sound annoyed of his existence.

"Wow a hi jaehyun would be nice."

"Answer my question big head."

"Ok fine! I called you because I have a question." Jaehyun begins.

Now, you can visibly see that he's been smoking pot hense that his eyes are more hooded than ever and slightly pink. So, you prep yourself for the utmost crazy question that's weirder than the last he's asked.

"So.. you know how you were wearing those checkered leggings today?" Jaehyun drags on, you nodded with a raised eyebrow.

"I know I've mentioned you having a thick booty before but I have a question...." Jaehyun looks off as he ducks his head chuckling a bit.

"Jesus, jaehyun what're you about to say?" You asked as you plant your hand on your face.

"Do it...do it clap? "Jaehyun basically whispers, your eyes widen at the question. You were so shocked that you started dying laughing.

"JAEHYUN WHAT?" You exclaimed, you didn't have the energy to lecture him for the question so all you did was try to calm down your laughing.

"DO IT CLAP?!" Jaehyun repeated causing more laughter on your end.

You bury your head on your arm hiding the slight flustered face that was painted on your face, "NIGGA I DON'T KNOW "

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW YOU NEVER TRIED?" Jaehyun exclaims.

"NO? WHY WOULD I?"

"I WOULD IF I HAD A FAT ASS LIKE THAT–"

"JUNG JAEHYUN—"

"Ok I'm sorry, but I'm curious..will you show me?" Jaehyun questions with puppy dog eyes.

"..this conversation is over."

"C'MON JUST ONCE I WON'T TELL NO ONE THAT I HAVE A GIRL BEST FRIEND THAT KNOWS HOW TO CLAP HER CHEEKS "

You start to doodle on your paper free handley"Jaehyun...why do you wanna see?"

"Because I'm curious." Jaehyun shyly says even though he just said the most bold question. (There's been worse)

"No babe...just no.. maybe when I'm drunk but not right now, you interrupted me doing my essay just to ask me that goofy ass question." You firmly say.

"I was just curious don't get mad please." Jaehyun pleaded sheepishly smirking.

"I'm not mad I'm just stunned and confused." You snicker.

"Good, I'll still get my answer sooner or later because I will be asking again." Jaehyun demanded, you shook at your head.

You cant deny that you didn't feel a little flustered at the question, yes, Jaehyun never fails to remind you that you have a thicc booty but that question just gave you whiplash. (haha, get it?)

"Okay whatever, I will be ending this call now. Take that big ass head to sleep." You ordered.

"Night night princess" Jaehyun smiles again showing his perfect dimples. You close your eyes shut for a few seconds trying to not let his pet names for you get the best of you.

"Goodnight Jaehyun" you mimick his smile before ending the call.

Good night indeed.<3

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HELP IDK WHAT THIS IS😭— DONT ASK. I was just like "this is something jaehyun would do🤔" and wrote it with the quickness bc I didn't want my brain juice running out...I think I need help—

ALRIGHT BYE BESTIE BOOS😭💞💞

#nct #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct imagines #nct fluff #jung jaehyun #highschool au #do it clap?#HELP THE HIGH JAEHYUN CONCEPT IS SO FUNNY TO ME IDK Y #i should stop

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kuumara · 1 year

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My boy

"MIKE! Wake up!"

It was Nancy. She's just woken him up from a nice dream. It's damn Saturday, he thinks, and turns his back to his sister.

"Mike! You really going to leave him waiting?"

Oh, Mike thinks, and immediately jumps out of bed towards the closet.

Oh, oh no, he's thinking as he's putting on the clothes he has already prepared yesterday. Yes, he picked out his best shirt and pants and jacket, for this is a special occasion. He is, starting today, the tutor of Will Byers. The best boy in the world. He's spent the last years of middle school and all high school pining for him, and now it's his chance to say more than just "Hey," or "Can I borrow your pencil?" to him. It's his chance to impress him, and he's already ruining it.

He leaves the house as soon as he finds his notes that he specifically made for Will, leaving his yelling mom behind him.

He jumps on his bike, and gets to Will's house in less than 10 minutes, almost getting hit by cars twice. Mike had made sure he remembered the way to Will's house since he kept asking him "Just checking, is this your address?" at school the day before. He actually knew for sure that was his address, but he just wanted to talk to Will. And the boy didn't even mind, didn't find it annoying, he just laughed endearingly, making Mike want to kiss him more than ever before.

Mike knocks on the door, after collecting himself and catching his breath from all they cycling. Will's mom opens the door, and Mike doesn't know if he's relieved because he would probably pass out if he saw Will already, or disappointed because he hasn't seen Will yet.

Will's mom, Joyce, sweetly greets him and directs him to Will's room. While heading to the doors, Mike is mentally preparing himself for however the day might go (like he hasn't been preparing for this all day and night).

Just as he's about to knock on the door, it opens and it's- Will, except Mike's never seen him like this. His hair is just long enough to be tied in a small ponytail, and he's got a headband to keep his hair out his face, which has - just like his fingers and an old, oversized shirt he's wearing - splashes of paint on it.

They stare at each other for a moment, until Joyce asks them if they're thirsty. That snaps them out of it, and Mike shakes his head (because no way he can get a word out his mouth right now) and follows Will into his room.

His room is colorful, bright and very Will-like. A canvas with a still-wet painting on it, a record player and a radio, a bunch of comics and plushies.

"I've- I've had them since I was little, I can't bring myself to get rid of them," Will nervously explains, as he sees Mike's gaze fixate on the pile of plushies beside his bed.

"Oh, I don't mind," Mike looks at him, and smiles the best smile he can smile. Will visibly relaxes, and smiles back at him, making Mike desperately try to stop the blood rushing to his face.

"Well," Mike says to divert his own attention from Will, and drops his backpack on Will's bed. "What do you wanna do first?"

Will shakes his head a bit, snapping out of it.

"Whatever you want, really," he says coolly, a small smile still on his lips, while walking over to sit on the bed next to Mike's backpack.

Mike almost shoves his face in his backpack, pretending to look for his books but really just covering up his blush.

"Well, I'm here to tutor you, so tell me what do you want me to tutor you," he says, finally pulling out his english notes.

"What do you know the most about, then?" Will asks, teasingly. All Mike can do is let out a quiet squeak, which he smoothly turns into a hum.

"Basically everything." He answers.

"Everything?"

"Yes everything,"

"P.E.?"

Mike makes a sad face at Will, making him laugh. Nice, Wheeler, he congratulates himself.

As Mike is explaining physics to Will, pacing around the room demonstrating with plushies and Will watching him intently, Joyce comes to knock on the door.

"Mike, your sister is here!" She yells from the other side. Mike knows this insinuates that she thinks they're- studying and he flushes.

Will looks at his watch and sighs. "Aw. Already?"

"I mean, it's already dark outside," Mike tries to make him feel better, but Will just gives him a sad look with a fake pout.

"I can come tomorrow too, if you want," Mike says impulsively. He mentally facepalms. Too desperate. But it's just what happens if you're with Will, anyone would do anything for him, drop all their plans just to make him smile for one more day.

"That- Yeah!" Will beams at him. "Yeah, sure. If you want. I don't wanna, like, guilt-trip you-"

"No!" Mike interrupts, almost offended. "I want to," he says, wit ha serious expression on his face. Something changes in Will's expression, and then he smiles softly at him.

"Thank you," he says, and Nancy is already beeping her car's horn, interrupting them.

"Is nine okay?" Mike asks, already half out the door. He wants to see him again as soon as possible. Will nods and blesses him with yet another smile.

Mike rushes to Nancy's car, thanking Joyce for welcoming him quickly, full of adrenaline.

"I have my bike, it's alright," he says to Nancy.

"It's gonna rain," she responds, but Mike is already straddling his bike and cycling away.

As he's cycling like a maniac, his mind keeps renewing every little smile Will gave him, every huff of laugh and every little touch whenever he pointed to something he didn't understand. Every shuffle that made them sit closer, every time Will laid down and rolled on his back, looking up at Mike explaining math. Every sigh, groan and moan, every laugh, giggle and scoff-

And before he knows it, he's already back at his garage. He wants to scream, run a marathon, participate in P.E.- but he also wants tomorrow at nine to come quickly, so he goes to bed.

But before he can scream into his pillow, the phone on his bedside is ringing and he answers it.

Mike?

It's a familiar, sweet voice. Mike catches his breath.

"Hey," he says as smoothly as he can when being out of breath.

Hey! Sorry to bother, but-

"You don't bother!" he says, still semi smooth. There's a quiet laugh at the other side.

Do you mind explaining geography again?

And that's how he pulls an all-nighter, with the best boy in the world.

#came up w this at school ironically #byler #byler fic #byler fanfic #byler fluff #byler au #mike wheeler #mike wheeler fanfiction #will byers #will byers fanfiction #my ficlet🐶

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beomnoullitheorem · 2 months

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GUYS GUYS! HEAR ME OUT LIKE YES PLEASE!

I wanna tell everyone about something. So I had a national exam few weeks before, so everyone in my university had been preparing. Or you could say, mostly my whole class. My friends, you could say we've been together since our schools, and now our college friend as well.

So we are a group of 5 members. Two of them are like my bestfriends as we three sit together and are close, too much. We three are a trio. So it's been like an almost whole month that I have had met them and before the day I was finally making a comeback after my exam, I kind of missed everyone. And so next day, I woke up late. My college is at 8 and I reached at 9:30am.

So now the worse thing is I would be punished and would have had to beg the incharges for the attendance. So it's a real annoying hassle. The principle is a strict and unapproachable man. And it's crazy that my way to the class along his cabin. So he has seen me. How? Smiling. Smiling like an Idiot. Why? I was about to meet my friends! And I was so happy.

Yeah, till my college life I have never had true friends and now I do. I really did miss them and that day we had a lots of fun.

But he didn't call me or anything. And in my class, it was our director professor taking the class and you know even while entering I had those pursing lips completely resisting like every Fibre in me to stop smiling. I'm a first bencher.

Lol! So my place is near the window. But since I was late and it would hassle for both of my friends to move, so I sat in the corner. And I was completely visible to my professor.

And you know I really should focus on my class but I have seen my friends and I can't laughing. I was struggling to find my things and everyone else were looking at me. Lol. But I was laughing and so were my benchmates. Our trio <3

And we were catching up, teasing each other for being clumsy because as soon I popped into the class she (my bestie) threw her things away accidental near the board! And my other friend had her bag falling again & again. It was because we had our bench totally messed up (they did actually but I added to it) and things kept falling.

Like what a mess were we inducing so silently yet not so silent enough for everyone to notice! And we having awkward eye contacts with our professor. And he finally have had written the sum and was walking around our benches.

So he came to me. Picked up my pencil pouch which had fallen down along with my bag and I was fetching my bad and he said, "What sum are we doing?"

I said, "11," when in reality it was 16. Lol! He was like, "Do the sum kid." Yeah he talks to us like we're kids but then again, he is like 48 or something. BUT THE CRAZIEST THING WAS MY FRIENDS AND I COULDN'T STOP OUR SMILING. AND WE KEPT GIGGLING AND LETTING OUT SOME LAUGHING PURS!!

So in our lunch time we were playing. And I said, "I really missed you guys like wtf I can't stop smiling. It feels so good and I'm laughing my heart's out!!"

My bitches said the same, " Like yeah, we are acting insane after you had completed our quintet! And fuck we couldn't care less about anyone looking at us giggling after you started laughing like that in morning. Fuck we missed you girl"

And that's where we also started blushing at each other but I really loved that day....

I really love my friends and I can't, without them.

#smutnoulli's mushrooms #i love my friends #i just felt like sharing our moments #but anything with them? is so good

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websterss · 1 year

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𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 | 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 | 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑 | 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟒

“I’m so excited!” You smiled brightly as you looked around the science fair. The judges were still going around seeing everyone’s projects. So there was still time to make sure everything was in order. You, Ned, and Peter teamed up together. You had many volunteers. More like a bunch of guys wanting to get to spend time with you. You were clueless, but you denied them nonetheless. You wanted to enjoy yourself and have fun, so what better to do that with none other than Peter and Ned. You were a bit flustered that Peter wanted you to enter the science fair together. You had a crush on him for a while now, but you doubted he felt anything for you. The three of you had built an Electric Motor. It may not have been as impressive as you realized. A lot of other students surely went out of their way. One even built a potato arc reactor. I mean…come on that was impressive.

Your heartbeat started picking up as you kept looking at everyone else’s projects. Peter picked up on it quickly and turned to you with concern in his eyes. You were second-guessing everything now.

“You okay?” Peter furrowed his brows as he set down a card he was holding.

“Huh?” You looked at him. “Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.” You nodded trying to calm yourself. “No, no I’m not. We’re gonna lose.” Your steady breathing increased faster. You were freaking out. Peter stepped closer to you and grabbed a hold of your hands. You stiffened, but it seemed to do the trick.

“Hey, we’re gonna be fine.” He offered a smile.

“I knew we should have done the arc reactor generator.” You muttered with a slump of your shoulders.

“Hey! This electric motor is pretty cool.” Peter defended the small device on the table. You arched a brow at him. “Okay…maybe we could have done something better.” He closed his eyes, wincing at the realization.

“Ya think!” You said. You breathed out as you shook your head. “Where’s Ned?” You looked around the gym to try and find him.

“Bathroom I think.” He gave a quick glance then looked down at the motor.

“Well, the judges are still working their way around. We still have time.” Your gaze was at the two adults smiling at the potato arc reactor. You turned around not wanting to look at them anymore. In the process of turning your hand made the few pencils on your table roll off and go under the cloth that covered it. You groaned, annoyed with yourself at the moment. Without a second thought, you got down on the ground. Your knees hitting the cold ground. You lifted the blue cloth and crawled halfway underneath. You didn’t think it’d be a big problem to retrieve the pencils, but you hadn’t considered the thought of your dress that you were wearing to rise up either. Not enough to reveal anything bad, but enough to get a few guys’ attention.

A group of boys about a couple tables down started snickering and bit their lips, as they watched you on the floor. Peter was too focused on his phone to notice, well at least until he heard them talking. His ears perked up.

“Hey check out Y/L/N.”

“Damn let a load of those legs.”

“Wonder how’d they feel against me.”

“Really wish she was my partner.”

Peter finally looked over to where you were supposed to be standing only to look down and find you underneath the table. And indeed your dress was starting to rise more. The cloth only covered half of your body. A low growl rumbled in his chest. His chest was rising and falling. He closed his eyes trying to calm down. It wasn’t long before your head was visible again and he saw your face. You stood up and huffed.

You readjusted your dress and placed the pencils back on the table. “Got the pencils, should have been more careful placing them close to the edge of the table.” You chuckled at yourself. You finally looked up and frowned. “P-Peter what’s wrong?” You noticed the way his eyes kept shifting back and forth until they finally stayed shifted. You stepped forward and placed your hands behind his neck, pushing his head down.

“What the hell. Why are you shifting?” You silently cursed. “Stop it, someone’s going to see you!” You exclaimed You looked around and saw that everyone was too preoccupied.

“I-I can’t.” Peter winced as he tried retracting his claws.

“Oh, oh, oh.” You kept looking around until you looked at the entrance. “Okay, come on.” You quickly pulled at his arm dragging him outside. You tugged him all the way behind the school buses, where no one would find you. Peter leaned back against the bus breathing heavily. You never liked seeing him struggle.

“W-What do I do?” You asked as you tried calming him. Peter’s chest was still rising and falling fast. His breath almost sounds like full-on growls now. You didn’t want him to go through it any longer so you did the only thing you could think of. You kissed him. He stiffened up at your touch. It took him a second but he kissed you back. His claws retracted and he slowly brought his hand up to your waist pulling you in closer. He seemed more relaxed under your touch. You pulled back slowly letting a breath out. “Sorry-”

“Don’t be.” He cut you off quickly. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while actually.”

“Really?” You looked at him in surprise. He wanted to kiss you, were you imagining this. Nope, no you were not. “Why didn’t you?”

“Thought you didn’t feel the same way.” He looked down.

“You were wrong to think that.” He looked at you. “Because I really like you too.”

“You do?” Peter breathed out.

You leaned in again and kissed him. This time even slower, you let the moment sync in more. You wanted it to last. “I do.”

Peter stared at you with a new gleam in his eyes. He brought his hand up and caressed a strand of hair behind your ear. You smiled at the feeling of the pad of his thumb caressing the side of your face.

However, the moment got ruined as you realized what you both did.

“Ned!” You both yelled at the same time.

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker imagines #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #tom!peter parker imagines #tom!peter parker #tom!peter parker x reader #tom!peter parker imagine #tom!peter parker oneshot #werewolf!stiles stilinski #peter parker au #my gif #writings by juls

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happyandticklish · 2 years

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Holita 👋 if it's not too troublesome, may I request ❣ -Cackle with Pynch? 💕

Btw, your writing is literally goals *sobs*

❣ -Cackle

There was a dull thud as the crumpled-up paper made contact with the side of his head before falling limply to the ground, having completed its mission. A couple seconds later came another one, whistling through the air as it hit his ear this time. His brow twitching slightly in annoyance, Adam continued writing, determined to get through this last essay before heading home for the night. There was no use in getting riled up and wasting the little time he had left.

Unfortunately, Ronan wasn’t a force to be ignored, and after the next paper ball came a pencil, an eraser, and finally a shoe, thudding against his arm and causing Adam’s pen to lurch haphazardly across the paper, effectively ruining his last three sentences.

He was too exhausted to be properly irritated as he turned around to glare at him finally. “Do you need something?”

Ronan shrugged noncommittally, ripping another page out of his notebook to form more projectile weapons. It wasn’t even his notebook; it was Gansey’s that he had let Ronan borrow while he was out. He had given them the apartment to study while he was out preparing for his parent’s anniversary with Helen. The plan had been that having Adam there might inspire Ronan to study as well. Thus far, those hopes were in vain.

Adam sighed with the realization that Ronan wasn’t going to be giving him a proper answer anytime soon. He tried to wrack his brain for things Ronan might want—potentially Adam had forgotten plans they had in his haste to prepare for his test tomorrow, or maybe Ronan was in a fight with Declan and needed to vent his frustration. This wasn’t angry Ronan though. He seemed more needy than anything. Clingy.

Realization struck at the same time as the next paper ball, and Adam couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad as a grin crept its way onto his face.

Ronan made a face. “Don’t tell me you’re actually that excited about our history homework. One Gansey is enough for the next lifetime.”

“You know, you could’ve just asked.”

Ronan stiffened obviously, his gaze darting quickly over to him, trying to determine if he had really figured him out that quickly.

“Asked what?”

“I’m not stupid. I know you Ronan.”

Ronan scoffed, laying back on the couch and ripping out a new piece of paper to make a small airplane. It was a failing effort, but it was clear he was distracted as he worked. “Don’t assume things you don’t know, Parrish.”

“Don’t ask for things you don’t want then, Lynch.” Adam paused. He felt daring tonight, and besides, if Ronan was going to ruin his study session, he might as well ruin his game in return. “So. Do you?”

“Do I what?” Ronan snapped, pointedly glaring at the ceiling and not him.

“Want to be tickled?”

Ronan twitched visibly like he’d been struck by some invisible force.

“Last night when we watched that movie and that scene came on—”

“Parrish.”

Ronan’s voice was sharp with warning, but Adam knew by now which lines he was allowed to cross—which lines Ronan wanted him to cross. “You were acting super weird all night and now this.”

“Parrish.”

“I thought maybe you were embarrassed for some reason, but then I started thinking. About all the other times you would annoy me until I tickled you. How you would always stop the moment I gave in, like you’d finally won. How you never protested when I did, never even tried to get away.” Adam paused, making sure Ronan’s silence was the safe kind before he continued. “I could right now, if you wanted. It’s not like I’m going to get much further into this anyway.”

Ronan tossed the airplane up and it soared lazily for a couple seconds before crashing tragically to the ground. The tips of his ears burned a bright pink, his silence deafening.

He didn’t move when Adam stood up, and he didn’t move when Adam walked over and hooked one leg over him, effectively straddling him. He didn’t resist when Adam gripped his wrists, tugging them over his head, merely grunting in unconvincing annoyance.

Still, Adam didn’t start yet. He rested his hand over his stomach, fingers twitching just slightly over the skin. Ronan tensed, inhaling sharply at even that slight touch.

“You know, I’m still gonna need to hear you say it.”

Ronan snapped his head up to look at him, narrowing his eyes. “Fuck you.”

Adam shrugged, unworried. “Or I could leave, and go do my homework somewhere else, where I can actually get some peace and quiet.” He tapped his fingers slightly, a gentle drumming motion that made Ronan’s stomach tremble under him. “So? What’s it gonna be?”

“I swear to Christ Parrish, if you don’t tickle me right fucking now, I’m gonna—”

“Close enough~”

And then everything became sensation and fingers and not enough breath as laughter fell out of Ronan in uproarious waves. Technically speaking, if he really wanted, he could’ve pulled his hands down out of Adam’s grip and ended it all right then and there, but, miraculously, he didn’t. Adam had long ago memorized all the different ways, and all the different spots, that drove Ronan up the wall, but now that he knew the other might be enjoying it—though he had always suspected, if he was being honest with himself—he found himself paying attention to the finer details. He noticed each jump and flinch as his nails dragged down his sides, the hitch in breath when he pressed his thumbs into the divot in his hips, the distinguishingly helpless smile that flickered across his face when he gently scratched his ribs.

“Good spot?” Adam teased, deciding to linger there as he traced around the edges. He couldn’t help but notice the frantic whine that entered Ronan’s voice the higher up he traveled. Blunt nails danced skillfully at the top of his ribs, just barely brushing the forbidden area under his arms. Ronan couldn’t help the full-body jerk that happened every time Adam completed his circle and fluttered over the spot once more. “Tell me not to and I won’t. All you have to do is say it.”

Perhaps stupidly, Ronan didn’t. Instead, he continued to snort and huff and resist the protests naturally bubbling up in his throat. With his silence, he doomed himself as Adam complied, digging his thumbs under his arms suddenly into that sweet spot that always had him thrashing.

Ronan threw his head back, arms slamming down at last as he burst into wild and helpless cackles. His legs jack-rabbited against the couch, nearly upending the both of them, but Adam managed to hold firm. Ronan’s energy was infectious, and Adam found himself chuckling along with him, melting a bit at the sight the other like this. There was a pureness that came with this Ronan, and Adam was glad that Ronan liked this too because he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to keep his hands off of him ever again after this.

They stayed like that for several more minutes, Adam relentlessly pursuing that one spot until Ronan was a wheezing mess and, finally, pleas started escaping him as it became too much, even for him. The tickling had short-circuited his brain it seemed, and he couldn’t stop giggling long after Adam had stopped, holding a hand over his face to hide the stupid smile and blush that lingered.

Neither of them got any studying done that night, but the sound of Ronan’s laughter was far more important than any history essay in Adam’s opinion.

You’re so nice to me omg thank youuuu

This ended up kinda long too because I don’t understand the meaning of the word ‘drabble’ and I’m a simp for The Raven Cycle boys. I hope you enjoy it even if it’s kinda long lol.

#tickle fic #the raven cycle #ask game #pynch #adam parrish #ronan lynch #trc #fanfiction #asks #answered ask #drabble

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