đśđť đđľđśđ°đľâ y/nâs worked hard to get where she is. as a young music producer/singer-songwriter bouncing between the us and korea, working with some of the biggest names in the industry, sheâs managed to carve out a career most people only dream about. but while her work is out there for everyone to hear, her personal life? not so much. sheâs managed to keep that part of herself under wraps, especially since she doesnât really have one. her job keeps her constantly on the go, and when sheâs not working on music, sheâs spending time with her family in korea.
karina, the leader of aespa, is about to make a huge comeback with their new mini album, produced and written by the one and only y/n. the pressure is on, not just for karina but for the entire group, as they aim to deliver something thatâll blow everyone away. with long hours and constant rehearsals, it feels like the world is watching their every move. karina knows this is the opportunity of a lifetime, and she has to nail it. the only problem is, she may be a bit distracted by her producer.
something about their connection feels differentâlike maybe it's worth the risk of prying eyes. but how much will they give up to chase after what they want?
đ´đ˛đťđżđ˛â written series with extra social media content, idol x international artist!reader, fluff, angst, smut.
đđŽđżđťđśđťđ´đâ g!p reader, cursing, mature themes, eventual explicit sex, alcohol and drug use.
đŽđđđľđźđżđ đťđźđđ˛â i'm excited guys... i hope you enjoy this series đŤŁ! also, in the social media chapters i'll be using k0ng_1 on instagram to portray reader so beware! ALSO! ALSO, karina and your hat will be a bit repetitive (it means a lot to her⌠youâll understand when you read.)
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Hello! Can I know which one of your fics is make for top/dom reader? (Sorry if this question confused you, English not my first language)
not confusing at all!! hereâs a comprehensive list actually xddd i went through all my masterlists⌠may have missed at most 3 because my 1k celebration i havenât fixed those links yet and it keeps redirecting me to safari⌠anyways here! im actually surprised there r so many, always feel like i need more
love thy neighbour
young fidelity
a change in you
matriarchal disturbance
centre of attention
frustrationâs rekindling
to worship and submit
do i own you?
stepmom wanda drabble
southern wanda drabble
matriarchal disturbance drabble
matriarchal disturbance drabble
taylor sloane drabble
thÊrèse raquin drabble
model wanda drabble
cheerleader wanda drabble
stepsister wanda drabble
actually now that im looking at it it isnât that much and i do need moreâŚ
Y/n is a multimillionaire. Wanda Maximoff is a divorced mum of two twin boys who is trying her best. What happens when their paths cross at a club and Y/n takes Wanda home for the night?
Warnings: This story is an 18+ read, Minors DNI, contains talks and description of Death, Accidents, Injury, Child Loss, Abuse (Physical and Emotional), Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Suggestive themes, Smut (Each Chapter With Themes Explained), Angst (Lots of It), And Some Fluff Thrown in because I felt bad. Top Reader, Bottom Wanda
Each chapter will come with their own warnings.
This is a story that I have put up on my Wattpad and my Ao3 and thought I would share it here for more of you wonderful people. I do hope you enjoy this read. There will be mistakes here and there and maybe some incorrect translations.
So this is an AU story with the MCU characters. So the ages and story lines with be changed and different from that in the movies.Â
I will right some history for each character as the story progresses just so ages and other things make sense.Â
All the Character's in this are played by their respective actors and certain aspects of the MCU have been added in. But once again its not going to be an alternative marvel story it is a completely different universe.Â
â´ľ 2023 Natasha x Top!Reader Writers Appreciation â´ľ
The year 2023 has come to an end, and normally I do not post original postsâŚbut for this occasion, I want to shed some spotlight to the writers who provided really well written, naughty sinning lustful beautiful top reader x Natasha Romanoff/Scarlett Johansson fics. Even a few WandaNat fics tooâŚ
Iâm a Top reader, I only reblog top reader fics, but even though some of the accounts Iâve listed here write more bottom reader fics, there have been Top reader fics they have written that Iâve enjoyed very much.
These writers deserve some love for the smut they gave this year. I appreciate them, I appreciate their work, and want to give them this recognition before the year 2023 wraps up. (And if I missed more writers who I reblogged from that are not on this list, I still appreciate you too, and Iâm sorry I didnât add you, I can only remember so many I reblogged from.)
So without further ado, Thank you writers and Happy New Year and I hope for 2024 to be more naughty and loving for youâŚ
@dirtyvulture
@mostlymarvelsstuff
@sytoran
@red1culous
@kites-writes
@daddynattt
@yelenasdiary
@romanoffsbish
@togrowoldinv
@nats-firefly formerly known as @twilight-99-tm (you can still access their fics through password)
@cjjohansson
@loveisanimaginarydagger3000
Happy New Year again to all you Naughty Writers and Readers!!
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Donna, rambling to Angie because Y/N passed out: We should get them to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isnât anyone around to help them? What if itâs congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt them?
Angie, giving her a wtf face: âŚYou realize any other person that made their partner pass out on the bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?
Donna, rambling to Angie because Y/N passed out: We should get them to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isnât anyone around to help them? What if itâs congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt them?
Angie, giving her a wtf face: âŚYou realize any other person that made their partner pass out on the bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?
Donna, rambling to Angie because Y/N passed out: We should get them to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isnât anyone around to help them? What if itâs congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt them?
Angie, giving her a wtf face: âŚYou realize any other person that made their partner pass out on the bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?
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Context: This story takes place right after graduation with a two year time skip. With my parents AU, Poppy and Bea are happily married, but I wanted to write on how they got to that point and how they met again after the graduation confession. I typically don't write much angst or slow burn, but I'm attempting it for this story, so prepare for a rollercoaster.
In addition, the story will feature glimpses of Bea and Poppy at Belvoire as well, from how they met to the very end (graduation). This is to save me from creating some headcannon bullet points (Which I suck at) and instead just incorporating them into a story! Their past at Belvoire will be italicized to differentiate from the present.
For each chapter, I'll try to include content warnings, but the general content warnings for this story as of now are as follows:
Mature, Angst, Possible NSFW, Cursing, Internalized Homophobia, Cheating, and slow burn
Bea watched as Poppy grew redder by the second, eyebrows furrowed as her hands balled in fists. Beaâs confession at the graduation ceremony had pushed Poppy to a breaking point, eyes masked in fury as Bea nodded.
âYour confession at graduation means nothing.â Poppy hissed as Bea stayed silent. âListen here Hughes. You and I were never going to have anything besides what we were. Fuck, we werenât even anything!â
Bea nodded once more, the only thing she could do when cornered by Poppy who was radiating heat. âIf- if you ever mention what happened between us, Iâll deny every word. Graduation changes nothing.â She repeated as Bea glanced at her, finally making eye contact before Poppy broke it. Was she actually this mad over what Bea had done at graduation? Probably, it was Poppy after all, but there was something off in her demeanor as Bea watched. She was trembling slightly, unknown to most people, but Bea had learned more about Poppy over the past years than she would like to admit.
â...Okay.â Bea said as Poppy swallowed hard.
âOkay? Okay?! Thatâs all you can say for yourself after your stupid stunt at the field?â
âWhat am I supposed to say Poppy?â Bea asked, hands at her sides as she looked at the girl who had been in her thoughts for the past two years. Who she had learned to care about more than anyone else in the whole world. Who she- Bea shook her head. It didnât matter now, if she was going to deny everything that had happened, maybe it was best for Bea to deny it too.
âYou donât want to see me again? Fine. You want me to act like nothing happened between us? Okay.â Bea took a step forward as Poppy took one step back. As if the thought of being close to Bea horrified her.
That was almost enough to deepen the crack in Beaâs demeanor.
âBut let me ask you something, can you really go through your life believing you never felt anything for me?â Bea asked, voice unwavering as Poppy froze. She didnât answer as Bea stared at Poppy, as if trying to commit the girlâs face to memory. Before she never saw her again.
âCan you honestly tell everyone that you hated me more than anything in the world and that⌠the nights we had were nothing to you?â Bea tried to keep her voice steady, but it cracked at the last part, visions flashing in her mind as Poppy glanced to the floor. She wasnât going to answer, but that was enough for Bea to know the truth.
âYou were a toy. You meant nothing to me.â Poppy finally growled out as she kept her eyes trained on the floor.
âAre you trying to tell me that or yourself?â Bea asked. She wanted to lean forward, to touch her, to hold her, but the fury radiating off of Poppy was a good sign that Bea shouldnât touch her. Possibly, she should never touch her again.
âI hate everything about you Bea Hughes. Out of everything I have done in my life, you were my biggest fucking regret.â Poppy stated harshly as she finally looked up, the ghost of tears in her eyes. Bea swallowed hard, refusing to look at Poppy as her own eyes clouded with tears.
When did it get so⌠wrong?
âYou know, I think Iâm starting to realize you were a pretty big mistake too.â Bea breathed out as she tried not to wipe against her eyes, glancing once more at Poppy who only stood with rage, still staring at the floor and not daring to look at Bea. âAnd mistakes⌠mistakes have to be forgotten, right?â
Bea sighed, sniffing slightly as Poppy didnât move. Bea wondered if she was even breathing. âI guess this is goodbye.â
With that, she turned on her heel, walking back into the Alphaâs graduation party. Maybe she wanted Poppy to stop her, to say something, anything, but she walked farther away. She walked until she couldnât even hear the booming music of the party and couldnât hear the memories she had made on that campus.
She passed the quad where they had met. The Zeta house that she had come to almost every night through Poppyâs window. Her dorm room where Poppy would stay over. The secret meetings they had in the parking lot and the classrooms where they would just⌠talk.
Bea passed them all, the memories crowding her head and reminding her of all that she had tried to escape when she first met Poppy.
She stopped in front of the only place she knew by heart. The football field where everything had gone wrong. Was she insane for doing something so foolish? Probably, but she couldnât stop herself. Everything that had happened between the twoâŚBea couldnât stop the words from pouring out, something she had never done before and something she never should have done.
Clenching her fist, Bea glanced down at her hands, then her arms and back to the football field. No matter how hard she tried, thoughts of Poppy still flashed in her mind, to the point where it made her head spin. She couldnât do this anymore. Couldnât let Poppy overrun her life and her memories. Two years worth of memories that Bea had let consume her whole.
Dropping herself to the ground, Bea leaned on her hands, the grass of the football field between her fingers as she thought back to her first meeting with Poppy. She let herself think of every thought, feeling, and emotion she had with Poppy. She let every memory flood her with regret, happiness, and even anger before she closed her eyes once more.
The first brush of skin and the taste of her strawberry lipstick. The smell of her rose perfume and the soft silk of her fingertips that trailed up Beaâs arms. The comfortable weight of Poppy in her arms and the bite of her teeth on Beaâs neck. The finery of her golden hair threaded through Beaâs fingers and the rough scrape of her nails on Beaâs back. The endless darkness in her dark brown eyes and the subtle curve of her rosy lips.
Her smile and her scowls that she wore so well. The way Bea had to lean down to press a kiss to her soft lips or when she would attempt to pick Poppy up before she got swatted on the shoulder. Her legs intertwined with Poppys, always pulling her closer and never pushing, not until Poppy wanted to.
She thought back to Poppyâs breath on her skin, the darkened purr of the girlâs voice and gentle lilt it took when she said Beaâs name. Bea remembered the way it made her feel. Not love, but something just as close, maybe even better. It made her feel happy, knowing who she was with and all that the two had gone through since.
The quad, the Zeta house, the Alpha house, Apoidea, the fairs, and of course, the football field.
She thought back to the last two years with Poppy. Thought back to every moment they shared and how⌠good they made Bea feel.
She opened her eyes a moment after, a small tear dripping down her cheek at the reminder of Poppyâs parting words to her. She brushed it to the side, sitting up a little straighter as she took a small breath.
Mistakes were meant to be forgotten and Poppy⌠Poppy Min-Sinclair was going to take some time forgetting.
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Her hands shook as she reached to close her bedroom door. Taking a careful step backwards, Poppy hit her mattress with the back of her knees before taking a seat.
Beaâs words repeated in her head, the same tone, the same pauses in conversation. It was like Poppy was replaying the scene over and over before it drove her insane.
Her shaking didnât stop as she tried to take calming breaths, breaths that took every bit of effort that Poppy could manage. Was she mad? Angry at Bea for saying such things about her? Presuming that Poppy felt anything during their time together?
No, she did feel something and that was fucking terrifying.
She wasnât gay.
She⌠Bea was just for fun. She wasnât some long term plan that Poppy had. She was just a hookup when Poppy wanted her.
She knew it would end, predicted it during their first hookup, but she couldnât stop herself. She never wanted to stop herself. She had lost control of everything whenever she saw Bea. She told herself, forced herself to believe she just found Bea attractive, but overtime, she found everything about Bea irritatingly charming.
She let herself get too close without even realizing she had fallen too far from her promises. Promises to her parents, to their legacy and to hers. Her stomach twisted at the thought.
What if word got out about Beaâs stupid confession? What if her parents-?
Poppy let out a shriek of anger, grabbing the nearest object and throwing it across the room. It landed with a skid into her walk-in closet as Poppy clenched and unclenched her fist.
Poppy threw another object and another, until her room was a shell of itself and her anger had calmed down just a bit. Standing in her room with objects tossed around, Poppy let herself fall to the floor with a soft thud.
She glanced down at her hands, clenching them and hating herself for remembering a gentle pressure to her palm. Beaâs pressure.
Taking a moment, Poppy let her head hit the carpet as she tried her hardest to remember, to remind herself why she hated Bea Hughes.
She was loud to the point it could burst her eardrum and would constantly yell phrases that made no sense and sounded stupid. She was annoying with her dumb SweetCreek accent and her disgusting opinions on how to help people.
She liked to make a clicking noise with her thumbs that would disturb Poppy to no end. She was a human heater and would constantly kick off the covers whenever she got hot. She was a star student without even studying which was unfair by itself and she was unfairly fit to the point that anyone would stare at the girl because of her toned body.
She was a fucking saint to anyone she met, helping anyone who needed it without even considering herself first. She made friends too easily without even doing anything and people would justâŚfollow her without even realizing how evil she was.
She⌠had a great smile and the way her eyes would scrunch up softly when smiling her brightest was adorable. She smelled good too. Orange and mint from her soap while her cologne had a sharp scent.
She would thread her fingers through her hair way too often when she was bored. She made too much noise with her rings that rested on her fingers and she would sometimes bite at the chain necklace she wore when she concentrated.
She would wrap Poppy too close when she stayed over, pressing her whole body against Poppyâs and that would make Poppy run hot. She was too tall, making Poppy feel smaller than she was, but making her feel way more safe than it should have. She spoke too gently as well. For someone who was supposed to be the Queen B of Belvoire, Bea ruled with a limp wrist. She would speak with the peasants and the nerds and would actually⌠listen to them.
She was too nice to Poppy. Even from the beginning, when they met, when they started hooking up, and even now. She was never a monster, never the villain; always the hero, always the saint.
She was Newbie, Pig Girl, Farmhand, Cornhusker, SweetCreek and Bea fucking Hughes.
In such a short time, Bea had learned everything that made Poppy tick in the last two years compared to everyone else who knew her for her whole life.
In almost every way except the right ways, Poppy would think Bea was made for her.
Lifting her head, Poppy sharply inhaled, letting herself relax as she cleared her throat.
All of those thoughts, Poppy would erase. Every moment Poppy felt something for Bea, gone like a snap of her fingers. Her feelings, her emotions, her thoughts, Poppy let herself feel them no more.
Bea Hughes was nothing more than a pebble in her life and Poppy would bet her whole career on that. In this lifetime, Bea Hughes would mean absolutely nothing to her.
If Poppy gave her credit for anything, she was right about one thing. Poppy would forget their memories.
She had to.
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Two Years Later
âYou have three more meetings with new photographers, a scheduled appointment with a modeling agency tomorrow, and your father left another voicemail.â Tevon said in a thick Australian accent as he handed Poppy his iPad to show the list of activities.
Poppy took it before swinging around in her chair once more, scrolling through the list as she mentally noted each one. He was new but a damn good assistant.
âPush the meetings for an hour, I have an appointment with my hairdresser, wire the voicemail to my cell and which modeling agency is it again?â Poppy asked as Tevon reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.
âPulse Model Co.â He read the paper as he scrunched his nose. âTheyâre relatively new to the business, but they have good representation.â He added as Poppy nodded, placing down the iPad and tapping a perfectly manicured nail to her chin.
âExtend the appointment by a couple of hours and prepare a contract for a few of the models. Perhaps we can sway some over.â Poppy stated as Tevon nodded, leaving a second later as Poppy looked out towards the large window of her private office.
Two years of building a legacy for herself, Poppy had achieved some unimaginable heights. On top of her growing company, Belle: Fashion & Luxury, Poppy had become one of the most watched and sought after CEOâs in the country.
Was this success achieved easily? Absolutely not.
Between her business degree at Belvoire and a loan of about 1 million from her father, Poppyâs only option was to succeed. Through tact and skill, Poppy now sat in a smaller building located in New York with ownership of about three floors, but when her magazines hit the stalls and the internet, Poppy was looking at multi-million dollar deals from multiple sponsors.
Belle was the fastest growing company in decades, a considerable height especially within the fashion industry. Many marveled at the growth of the company, but Poppy wouldnât dare leak such secrets. Letâs just say it came through many respectable business deals amongst the shark world.
Her inclusivity was also a standing factor amongst their growth. Poppy did what she could to showcase that Belle had everything anyone was looking for. It was already recognized by multiple heads of fashion including Hazel Nguyen, Octavia Olivier, and of course, Sandra Lombardi.
What caught the most attention was the woman at the head of it. Poppy Min-Sinclair was a marvel to many and that was the image Poppy worked to maintain.
She was on Forbes list, the New York Times, and almost every business advocate across the globe. What many believed was only the influence of her family name quickly turned false as Poppy earned more than her fatherâs studio had in its first five years. As a repayment of her loan, Poppy helped her fatherâs business stay afloat in return for the use of his production team for some shoots.
The only thing Poppy was missing, according to most news outlets, was a husband.
Tevon popped back in, an air pod in one ear and a pencil resting on the other as he smiled at Poppy. âMs. Min-Sinclair, Iâve called your car to the front.â He said as Poppy nodded, standing up from her chair and adjusting her beige blazer and smoothing her black cut skirt.
âPerfect, Iâll be back in an hour to go over the details for the new photographers.â Poppy instructed the man as he nodded, typing it down on his other iPad as Poppy entered the elevator with Tevon following closely.
âOh, Ms. Min-Sinclair, Iâve also been looking into under-constructed buildings around the area and Iâve narrowed it down to a couple of options. Iâll send you the details on each and a comprehensive file on the pros and cons of each location.â Tevon said as Poppy nodded, glancing at her phone as the elevator doors opened.
She walked out, waving goodbye to Tevon who took the elevator back up and walked out of the small building, finding Scott standing outside with the door open.
âGood afternoon Ms. Poppy.â Scott said as Poppy smiled, thanking the man as he shut the door once she was inside.
âYeris Luxury Dresser.â Poppy instructed Scott as he walked to the driverâs seat. A minute later, the two took off in Poppyâs Rolls Royce and into the busy streets of New York.
She loved the city, her only home that she had known for many years. Passing through the busy streets and seeing all of the advertisements on the buildings, Poppy knew one day that her work would be displayed on those billboards.
She ran through the texts and messages that Tevon had sent her about any of the New York available buildings. After the growth of her company, they were due for a whole new relocation, a much larger one at that considering Poppy needed more room for all of the designer stations she needed to implement.
She glanced out the window, watching the passing cars and the people who busied themselves on the streets. Odd to think they were all going in the same direction, but totally different directions in life.
A subtle buzz came from her phone, causing Poppy to glance down and read the caller ID. She answered it quickly, hearing that familiar tone on the other end.
âPoppy, have a minute?â Piers asked, probably sitting at his large oak desk at his largest studio with a large cigar in hand.
âOf course.â Poppy said, making sure to add a cheerful lift at the end before her lips dawned into a frown.
âI was wondering if you received an invitation for the upcoming Sterling party? Their son, Don Sterling is hosting this year at his home.â Poppy rolled her eyes, no doubt a matchmaking technique by her mother and her father.
âOf course, I received a⌠personal invitation from Don himself.â By personal, Poppy meant her office was flooded with a few dozen roses and Tevon had to take the day off due to his allergies acting up.
âWonderful, I was calling to make sure you had accepted.â
âWell, no I haven't yet.â Poppy said as the line went quiet, only the deep exhale from her father could be heard.
â...Why not?â He asked as gently as he could, but Poppy could hear the tone his voice took.
âI have a few meetings throughout that day, I might not have the time to attend a party.â
âThis⌠this isnât just some party Poppy.â Piers said through the line as Poppy bristled at his tone. âThis is a good chance for you to get better acquainted with the world, our world.â
What he meant was his world, a short leash that Poppy had found herself on the minute she got into business with her father. A leash that he seemed to keep tugging on.
â...Iâll accept the invitation when I get back to my office.â Poppy replied as her father inhaled heavily through the line. Chest probably puffing at his victory.
âFantastic, Iâll see you next week then?â
Poppy murmured a reply before ending the call and tossing her phone to the side. She glanced out of the window once more.
Don Sterling, probably the definition of toxic masculinity and golden rich boy. His family was an old one, built on years worth of money dating back to the start of New York and Don took that title very seriously. There was that incident amongst the Sterling's that occurred a few years ago, but Donâs parents were on the opposite side of the globe when it happened.
Now, Don spent his time entertaining the wealthy. Lavish parties and making his wealth through the stock market. All he needed, according to the news outlets, was a wife.
He took an interest in Poppy when she had attended a local art charity, doing everything in his power to keep casually bumping into her until Poppy finally relented and gave him her number. It was stupid but the media ate it up. They could have taken the title of Media Darlings if it werenât for Poppy ignoring his calls the last month only to show up to her office surrounded by pollen one day.
She didnât hate Don, but she didnât like him either. A curious situation she found herself in considering her fatherâs absolute love of the man and her mother found him quite fetching too. Dark black hair and the lightest blue eyes that Poppy had ever seen. He was an eligible bachelor and a bigger playboy.
âMs. Poppy.â Scott interrupted Poppyâs thoughts as he held open the door. âWeâve arrived.â
She thanked him, instructing him to go do whatever for the next thirty minutes as she walked into the dressers. Her thoughts of Don, the upcoming party, and her parents would have to take a breather for a bit. There was nothing more relaxing than a fresh haircut.
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âIâm on break right now.â Bea spoke through the phone, thanking the barista who handed her a couple of coffees as Bea balanced them with her hand. âI can check over the designs when I get back in like twenty minutes.â Bea said as she pushed open the door of the coffee shop with her foot, carefully holding it open for an elderly woman to pass through before letting it shut.
âOkay, also Kath wants a meeting with you when you get back. Looks like someone is up for a running assignment.â Bea perked at the comment Mei made as she smiled.
âReally? So soon?â Bea asked as she walked down the busy streets of New York. Mei snorted into the phone, typing away on her keyboard as she spoke.
âBea, youâve worked here for almost a whole year, you finished up your masters and youâre probably the most talented worker out of all of this. I think you deserve to oversee all the plans for a project.â
Bea chuckled to herself as she stopped at a large crosswalk, adjusting the coffees in her hands as she glanced at the lights. âYou think Kath would trust me with that though? I almost screwed up on the last assignment.â Bea thought back to the project she was assigned on with George. Definitely not her proudest moments when she forgot her flash drive.
âObviously, you pulled through and thatâs what Kath likes to see. Youâre good at your job Bea.â Mei said proudly as Bea turned a bit pink at the praise.
âYouâre sweet Mei, Iâll call you back once I make my delivery.â
âBringing coffee again? Youâre whipped.â Mei said as Bea chuckled.
âGoodbye Mei.â
âTell me whoâs the lucky woman!â Mei shrieked into the phone as Bea hung up, pocketing her cell and walking along with the other New Yorkers across the crosswalk.
She took a second to admire the buildings that stood tall around New York, some even having a few touches of Beaâs work on a few of the floors.
She wouldnât say she was accomplished, but Bea was certainly living a dream. An internship at Rensler quickly turned into a long term job for Bea after she finished her masters in Architecture in less than two years. She was a promising candidate and Kath, the CEO of the company, thought Bea was marvelous at her work.
She was young but talented, the perfect combination for Kath. She had to work for her spot still, but fresh out of college, Bea secured a rather decent, well-paying job. Not like she was short on money though, her inheritance could last her for several years.
Still, Bea liked her work. She liked the feeling of structuring a building and seeing the dream into a reality. She liked visiting the sites and seeing her work take form. She enjoyed every part of her job and that made her a perfect candidate for whatever job Kath may have put her on.
Stepping into a large building, Bea walked towards the elevator, towards the seventh floor as she tapped her boot against the metal.
Though a blooming voice in the world of Architecture, Bea had done somewhat to keep her personal life afloat. She didnât have any desire to become some type of work-alcoholic and she did what she could to preserve those thoughts. Bea liked to live. Dangerously, recklessly, anything so long as she was happy with what she did by the end of it.
That had changed quite a bit during her master days. She frequently visited clubs, parties on campus, and would hang out at Zoeyâs venues when able. She liked the vibes, the atmosphere and the people werenât bad, specifically the ladies, but a run-in at one of Zoeyâs venues made Beaâs heart skip a beat.
Lana Bennet was a girl straight out of a Jane Austen novel. She was a transfer student from London, looking for a good time and Bea was magnetized by the woman. Long and curly copper-colored hair and dark green eyes, she was absolutely gorgeous which considering her job, Bea had to give her credit that she picked the perfect career.
She was sweet too, not only beautiful, but smart as well and she was 1000% Beaâs type.
Stepping out of the elevator, Bea approached the glass doors of Pulse Model Co. opening them with her hand as she greeted Margot, the receptionist.
The only thing bad about Lana was probably her current⌠situation. A contract with Pulse that required their models not to date for at least a year once the contract began. It was supposedly to make them more desirable, but Bea thought it was stupid and Lana agreed in her own special way.
Bea hadnât even taken the woman out on a date yet, but she wanted to, very badly. Placing the coffees on the table, Bea took a seat on the red couch, just as a bell dinged overhead and Bea heard the commotion of at least seven models. She stood up and brushed off her flannel shirt, making sure the buttons were even just as the models walked out into the waiting room for their break. Standing in the front was the dream herself as Lana broke into a wide grin when she saw Bea.
âAfternoon ladies.â Bea smiled as the women happily chatted around Bea as she presented the coffees. They all thanked her happily, subtly nudging Lana closer to Bea as the woman blushed when Bea handed her the coffee. So what if she had learned all of the models' coffee orders over the last month since she met Lana. It wasnât creepy, she hoped. They all seemed to appreciate it at least.
âThank you Bea.â Lana smiled, taking a drink from the coffee as her eyes didnât leave Beaâs.
âWell, I was in the neighborhood.â Bea tried, a line that she had used the past seven times she came with coffee. Lana laughed into her coffee, a wide grin as she murmured thanks again as another model bumped Lana closer to Bea.
Bea licked her lips, looking at Lana who smiled subtly as she ducked her head shyly.
The models around them chatted amongst themselves as they only had a short break before work began again. One of them, Stacy, whispered in Lanaâs ear as she broke into a soft smile.
Lana leaned a bit closer to Bea who leaned in too, whispering in her ear with a soft accent. âStacy can cover for me if you want to step outside for a bit?â Bea tried not to shake her head too enthusiastically as Lana took Beaâs hand and led the two outside and into the elevator.
When the two made their way into the street, Lana shivered slightly, wearing only a thin jacket as Bea pulled off the coat on her back and draped it around her. She took it willingly, smiling with gorgeous forest green eyes. They reminded Bea of the groves she used to visit as a kid and that thought alone made Bea even happier to see Lana.
Lana interlocked their fingers as they walked around the building, slowly as if to savor time. âYou know, you donât always have to bring coffee to me and my girls? I appreciate the gift, but-â Bea shrugged, too focused on Lanaâs hand in hers as she looked at the girl. There was not much height difference as Bea was only an inch or two taller than Lana. She was a model after all, meaning she was even taller in heels.
When Bea had started to bring coffee, it was only after discovering where Lana worked and Bea did it as an excuse to see her. It was awkward to only bring one coffee so she brought a few for all of the other models who definitely needed it as well. She did it at first, to learn if Lana was even interested in women after their encounter at Zoeyâs venue. She certainly radiated straight girl vibes, but Lana confirmed after a few weeks that she would love to go on a date with Bea, if it werenât for that stupid contract.
âI like you guys.â Bea said as Lana bumped her shoulder against Beas. That alone gave her a pleasant feeling.
âI thought you only liked me?â Lana playfully asked as the two stopped in front of the building once again. Bea smiled at her, reaching to brush a strand of copper hair out of her eyes.
âI think you already know how much I like you.â Bea said as Lana bit her bottom lip, glancing at Beaâs lips before looking around cautiously. She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Beaâs cheek, leaving behind a faint red lipstick kiss as she grinned.
âI have to get back, but⌠I think I like you too.â She said as Bea silently combusted as she moved her head to nod. Lana returned Beaâs jacket as she went back inside the building while Bea was doing a happy dance outside, pumping her fists in the air as she took off back to her own office building.
That was going to be on her mind for quite a few days.
Bea raced back to her office, taking the elevator and breezing past Meiâs desk before adjusting her jacket and knocking heavily on Kathâs door.
âEnter.â The woman instructed as Bea pushed the door open and into Kathâs huge office with a gorgeous view of New York. The tall dark-skinned woman stood next to a large table with several designs scattered across the front. Her curly black hair was pulled into a sophisticated bun as she glanced at Bea.
âHughes, just the person I was looking for.â She waved Bea over as she glanced at her designs.
âI wanted to tell you how impressed I was with your recent designs you made for the Hiltons. They were very satisfied with the structures.â Kath said as she picked up a piece of paper with a large building design.
âThank you Kath. It was a great project.â Bea replied as she watched the woman carefully. For almost 30 years, Kath had made her company into a stunning empire. From the looks of it, no one would guess the woman was already a grandma of two and a mother of three, but that was Kath Rensler, a powerful and influential woman in New York city.
âI was so impressed in fact, that I want to offer you an opportunity Bea.â Kath finally looked at her, eyes smiling kindly as she gestured at the table.
âWord on the street is that a new office building is going up for bid in a couple of days and the whole structure will need a new design to host the company. If my intuition is right, weâll secure the deal in a weekâs time.â Kath pointed at the building, a massive structure that was definitely one of the larger ones in New York. Bea was surprised it hadnât been bought sooner. It was a gorgeous section of land and the exterior wasnât bad, but the price was something to gawk at.
âIf we land the deal, I want you to oversee the team and the design. I want you to be the lead architect for the build.â Beaâs eyes widened in mock shock, though she was still buzzing with energy.
âIâd be honored, of course.â Bea said as Kath nodded thoughtfully.
âIf you can satisfy this new client⌠letâs say that you will definitely be in the running of becoming a new senior architect faster than most at the firm.â Kath said as Bea bit her lip to keep from jittering. A promotion like that would probably be the biggest achievement of her life and one that she would do anything to accomplish.
âI wonât let you down Kath. Iâll do my best to make sure the new client is 101% satisfied.â Bea told the woman who smiled.
âI trust your judgment Bea, but this wonât be an easy assignment. So donât get cocky on me.â Bea nodded, looking back down at the designs of the building for sale as she looked at the location.
âDo you have any idea who the new client could be?â Bea asked, picking up the design and turning it over in her hands.
Kath clicked the monitor on the table to life, gesturing at the tabs on the screen as she pointed. âThereâs gossip, but many think itâll be the rising fashion company, Belle.â Kath said, clicking the tabs to open up Belleâs webpage, sleekly designed and the perfect blend of hues.
âWeâll have to do a bidding for the job, but I also learned that their CEO will be attending the upcoming Sterling party this year. If we can get on her good side, the job is secured.â
Kath tapped her phone as Beaâs own just dinged. âIâve sent you a QR code with your ticket in it, youâll be attending the party with me.â
âItâs been awhile since I last went to a party.â Bea said as she looked at the QR code on her text messages.
âWell, youâll mostly be buttering up the CEO for me since youâll be the lead architect, so I suggest you do what you can to read up on her. She apparently has crafted a very elusive image for herself.â
Bea rolled her eyes playfully as Kath clicked around on her monitor. âIâve dealt with my fair share of fashion tycoons. Compliment the dress, compliment the achievements and bam, easy money.â Bea said as Kath scoffed lightly.
âWhat did I say about cockiness?â She asked as Bea cleared her throat.
âRight, Iâll get to studying.â
âGood, youâll need to know all you can about Ms. Min-Sinclair.â Kath said, clicking on a single image of the CEO of Belle. Appearing on the screen, with a black power blazer and a victorious smirk, was Poppy Min-Sinclair. The same golden-blonde hair, bright brown eyes, and plump red lips with no signs of age or change except for a different part of her long hair. Bea felt her eyes zero in on the screen, eyes widening as her throat slowly felt like it was closing. The room had gone quiet as Beaâs heart felt like it had come to a shuddering stop, looking at the woman she hadnât seen for almost two years.
poppy min-sinclair (jeon somi faceclaim) x mc (bea hughes)
so i've been obsessed with writing for poppy HAHAHA i will get back to some kpop fics but in the meantime, enjoy this fic based on @somewillwin's fanart of bea as spiderman and poppy as mj, it was a cool concept to me and i really liked it so here we are.
aYour heart pounded erratically as you swung from building to building. You had made a point in avoiding lampposts and other hindrances. You absolutely needed to be back on campus, and you needed to be there now.
Zoey's words echoing in your ears as Belvoire's campus in sight, "Poppy's on a hellpath over here. Get your ass home."
You'd mentally cursed yourself for saving her spoiled ass countless times if she was just going to pull this shit on you. Then again, you didn't really see yourself letting her just fall to her misfortunes.
It all really started with an accident.
You were one of the selected few in your classes to tour a prestigious bio-chem lab in the city. You'd wandered away from the group by mistake while you scrolled through the T and found yourself in an open lab by mistake. You took a deep breath and thought might as well get something from this mishap.
Looking around the lab, you noticed how empty it was, unlike the other facilities. There weren't any scientists or assistants like in the rooms you'd been in previously, webs and dust began to accumulate around the room.
As you made a joke to yourself about how this was probably Poppy's natural habitat, you felt a sharp bite on the back of your neck. You jumped and looked around the room, hand over your chest and breathing rapid. Seeing that there was nothing you took a deep breath and walked away, far too spooked to continue messing around.
Except you didn't notice a spider dropping dead from your shirt.
The next few hours were rough for you and you couldn't explain why. Your body was buzzing and you felt acutely aware of your surroundings. You didn't feel like walking around some bright lab anymore so you slipped out before texting Zoey that you weren't feeling too well.
She immediately replied, 'Come to the dorms, I'll make you some soup.' With that you made a beeline for your suite where you found your best friend her holding a hot bowl of soup. You smiled before making your way over to the dining table but you shot up, like a bullet shooting through you.
As Zoey walked towards you, she tripped over one of the dog's many, many toys. You were right there to catch her in spite of being at least a meter away and a web then pulled the bowl of soup into your hand. Both you and Zoey stare at each other with wide eyes.
You put her down and stared at your shaking hands, "Wh-What the hell was that...?" You muttered as Zoey stared at you with an unreadable expression.
It'd been two weeks since you gained your newly acquired powers, complete with web shooting, heightened senses and being able to stick to most surfaces, and took on the role of protector of the city. Zoey pulled together a form-fitting yet fashionable set of spandex for you to wear while you fought crime and she handled your public image. And your homework was happily taken care of by your posse member, Penelope.
One night, you sat perched atop one of the many rooftops of the city's buildings. You pulled the mask off of your face before pulling your phone out of your cleavage. Half past midnight, and a wave of serendipitous calm washed over the city. You took a deep breath, it'd been rare that you'd gotten a moment just to yourself with all the action and drama in your life.
As you stood up and stretched your back out, thinking of heading home for the night.
"Get off of me, you dingy hobo!" A familiar shrill voice rang through the empty streets. You crouched down to make sure you were hearing right, the part of the city you were in wasn't exactly her kind of place. "Is that...?"
"I am a Sinclair! You will take your filthy hands off me!" You took a deep breath, wanting nothing more than to just leave the blonde alone there. But the guilt of letting anything bad happen to anyone in the city would eat you up inside. Slipping on the white mask, you jumped from the building, catching yourself from a lamppost.
You looked around the streets looking for the biggest bitch you'd ever come to know. "So this priss is a tough one, ey?" A scruffy voice taunted from a nearby alleyway. Your eyes narrowing at the choice of words.
No one insults your Poptart like that but you.
You ran down the street and caught a glance at Poppy fighting against an older guy who looked like he'd snap her in half. You shot a web at the man's leg making him yelp out in surprise. He looked towards you to which you gave him a sarcastic friendly wave.
"Oh of course, it's you." He sneered before ripping the web off of his foot. The man revealed the knife heâd just brandished to the rather terrified looking blonde who was flushed against the wall. "I never liked spiders."
He jolted forward, trying to barrel you down. You smirked and jumped up sticking to the wall as the attacker swung the knife towards you. Setting a web off and sticking it onto on of the fire escapes above the both of you, kicking the man down as you swung off of the metal bars. The man groaned softly before passing out. You scoffed and pulled him up, putting him in a dumpster.
You stretched your shoulder out before turning back to the ex-queen B. "I didn't think I'd ever see the only child of the Min-Sinclair family on this side of town." Poppy still stared at you surprised. You grinned to yourself, you'd never seen her this shocked, maybe you could use this to your advantage.
Once she gained her bearings, her irritated expression returned. "I didn't need your help." You let out an airy laugh and nodded, approaching her. Lowering the pitch of your voice so she wouldn't be able to tell who you were. "Yeah, I could tell with the screaming and getting pinned against an alleyway wall."
She rolled her eyes and placed a hand on your chest. "Look, I don't trust the police to protect me, how much more a weirdo in spandex?" Before she could shove you away though, you pulled her closer, close enough that you were flush against one another. "Just admit you needed me tonight, miss Min-Sinclair."
An amused and irritated grin grew over her pink lips. "Never." With that she successfully shoved you away in spite of your super strength. She faded from view as you shook your head amused, when Poppy wasn't in the Belvoire setting with eyes on her, you forgot how much of a softie that bitch could be.
"You two are cute..." A snarky voice from the dumpster called. The mugger from earlier was slowly arising from the stink-ridden box but was immediately pushed back by a blast of web to his face.
As you swung over the road, keeping a close ear to any distress. Then you saw a very familiar blonde in pink walking down the dark streets of New York.
It wasn't the last time you'd run into the prissy heiress though, she'd gone through the same beaten path she did the first night you saved her. You'd think that she would be more aware and conscious of how she walked around the city.
It was again around one in the morning when you saw the familiar blonde walking across the street. It bothered you that she put herself in these kinds of situations often, did she just expect you to always be there to save her flat ass?
Like clockwork, a man began walking towards Poppy. You rolled your eyes and hopped down onto the pavement and pulled the approaching man back with a web, elbowing him in the nose when he was right beside you. The heiress looked back at you, her face unfazed as the robber fell to the ground, clutching his face.
"Are you seriously not concerned that one day I won't be around to save your spoiled ass?" You yelled chasing her down. She grunted and continued her way down the streets. Irritation boiled in your blood as you tugged her close with one of your webs, if it wasn't for the mask you wore, her breath would mingle with your lips...like they had before.
Her eyes bore holes into your mask as she snarled out, "Get off of me."
"You're nothing but trouble aren't you? What are you doing walking around at night without a single person knowing that you're missing?" You asked, bits of familiarity dripping from your tone. Poppy's face softened, like she was tired of putting up her perfectly dolled up façade.
She'd been acting odd for weeks even at school. Her insults weren't as sharp and she actually looked tired. It didn't help that Poppy didn't even brag about being saved by the city's own superhero. She was keeping a low profile which contrasted the passion and fire-driven woman you'd come to know.
This was the first time you'd seen the high and mighty Poppy Min-Sinclair's lip quiver with her eyes welling in tears. Your eyes widened under your mask as her arms wrapped around your built figure. 'Is this a trap? Does she have a knife? Is she planning to kill me? Oh my God I can't die like thisâ'
"It's my dad..." She muttered against your shoulder, her voice shaky. WaitâThat's why she was all the way downtown every night? "He's sick and I wanted to visit him to make sure he was okay...He wasn't ever really a part of my life but I couldn't just stay away from him anymore."
You'd never seen Poppy so emotionally delicate. She herself froze at the intimate contact but immediately softened. While Poppy was an absolute monster and your enemy, you couldn't deny that she was still human who cared about her biological dad who actually loved her. Hesitantly, you wrapped your arms around her petite waist.
The night was quiet and the air around both of you was calm opposed to the usual aura between the both of you. You took in her floral scent as she sobbed into your shoulder.
The blonde sniffled a little before pushing you back gently. You smiled under the mask and lifted your hand to her cheek, careful not to break the spell over the moment. "It's going to be alright, troublemaker." She chuckled softly at the newly acquired nickname. "Come on, let me hail you a cab." You offered to which she nodded tiredly.
As the taxi you called over pulled up in front of the curb, you dropped down from the building you were swinging from. "Alright, trouble. Get home safe." You waved before she pulled on your hand. Your head snapped towards her.
"Look, I don't always open up to anyone..." She called, her voice back to the slightly irritating register you were more familiar with. "...but it was nice to talk to someone who wouldn't judge me or really see me any different." Suddenly, her face turned sour and she glared at you. "But if so much as tell a soul what happened here tonight, I will destroy you, web for brains."
Before you could respond, the cab was moving and you were watching the yellow car speed down the streets.
After that night it was hard keep up the same animosity. You felt bad for the poor girl but Poppy was just as cut throat as you had always known her to be. Taking your sudden calm with her to mean you submitted to her reign. While your social standing at Belvoire was going to hell, you and Poppy spent more time together at night.
The nightly attack on the precious heiress turned into late night rants about the dumb things her Zetas would do or ice cream runs where neither of you had to pay because well you'd saved the owner from swindlers a handful of times and he owed you quite a bit.
You both ran through the city laughing and talking about things you two would never talk about if you didn't have the mask over your head. You were both in the park since she never let you take her up atop the buildings since she was deathly afraid of heights.
She was leaned up against you as you both sat in the grass looking up at the stars, well whatever stars you could really see behind the smog of the city. Suddenly as you spoke she said, "I think I might like you more than anyone in my real life..."
You pulled away in shock before responding, "Oh that's just sad! You've known me a total of three weeks." Poppy scoffed and shoved you away. Making you laugh and pull her back into your body. Suddenly you two had spent the night together, just with her on top of your body, talking the night away.
It was obnoxiously easy for you two this way, like you weren't at each other's throats in the daily in the light of day. You stared down at her as she'd lulled into a deep sleep. You smiled and picked her up with ease, swinging across the city to Belvoire, placing her in bed in the Zeta House.
As she nuzzled into her expensive sheets, you pulled your head out of the mask. Hesitantly, you brushed her hair out of her face before placing a feather-light kiss over her forehead. You smiled as she cuddled closer into the pillows. You pulled the mask back onto your head before muttering, "I'll see you tomorrow, Poptart."
"Where're you off to, trouble?" You asked swinging down to her in the afternoon while she walked around with her friends. Chloe stared at you stary-eyed while Veronica took a double take at you but didn't really do much other than take a photo of you in front of her likely to post about it later on in the day. Poppy on the other hand, tried to hide how ecstatic she was to see you.
It was the first time you'd ever interacted with her in broad daylight and in the highclass area of New York. "You two go on ahead, I'll meet up with you later." Poppy said quickly before walking up to you.
"So you do exist in the light of day, webs for brains." You chuckled and looked around cautiously. You leaned close to her, making sure that only she would be able to hear you. "I wanna show you something." She grinned and nodded like a puppy, so soft when it was only you.
You wrapped a hand around her waist and created a web out of your wrist. Her brown eyes went wide as she stared at you. "Don't you fuckingâ"
"Hold on tight, Pop." You said in your regular voice register, making Poppy stare up at you with shock. But before she could accuse you of anything you were both up in the air, swinging from light post to light post. The blonde was now holding onto you for dear life and screaming bloody murder. You winced a little of the sound of her piercing wailing. "Shut up and open your eyes. You're gonna miss the view."
Hesitantly, she cracked a single eye open. She was met with a beautiful view of the sunset, one that she wouldn't have been able to see if it wasn't for you. A grin formed over your lips as you pulled her atop a building with you.
Poppy sat beside you as you stared at the sunset before the both of you. "It's quite a view if you don't look down, huh?" You teased but she was lost in thought. You were clearly someone she knew, your voice was too distinct to really throw it off. She swallowed thickly, she'd been opening up to her enemy; in fact she was starting to really like her enemy, really like. The blonde only needed one more point of confirmation without really seeing your face.
Her head whipped quickly to look at your masked face, it was almost irritating to her how she could be right about the face behind the mask. You quirked a brow, amused grin on your lips. "What's that face? It looks like trouble."
Poppy bit her lip before reaching out to the bottom of your mask. "I've been wanting to do this..." She whispered as she tugged the elastic up gently, exposing your lips to the air. Slowly she leaned forward, stopping just before you, waiting for you to make the next move. Your heart was pounding erratically, Poppy had flooded your senses and your mind for the past few weeks you'd been with her out of Belvoire's eye.
'Fuck it.' You thought before leaning forward, pressing her lips to yours. Her arms moved to stroke the back of your head and around your neck, pulling you closer to her, silently begging for more. Both your faces were flushed as you pulled away. It was innocent compared to your other interactions, but it was all Poppy needed.
She knew those lips anywhere.
A couple of minutes had passed since you had your rooftop moment with Poppy, dropping her down to the sidewalk when she said she had some business to attend to, and it had your mind going a mile a minute. You two'd kissed and even gone further before but there was something about this one that left your lips tingling and your body wanting more of Poppy. You tried to shake off the feeling when you almost fell from the building because of a sudden vibration in between your chest.
You caught your bearings and pulled your phone out.
"What is it Zoey? I'm patrolling." You said sternly, eyes darting between the building lights that sparked to life and the streets below you. Her voice was panicked as she spoke, "I know, it was all over the T. And you weren't exactly alone." Your eyes went wide.
'Of course, Poppy would be recognized in the light of day.' You internally cursed yourself before rushing out apologies to Zoey who really did care about your identity being safe.
"I'm the least of your worries now, Bea. Poppy's on a hellpath over here. Get your ass home."
So there you were, frantically swinging into a more secluded part Belvoire's campus. You ran undetected by students who were too caught up on their phones to really pay attention to you. Finally, you reached your dorm and you shot a web, attaching to your window sill.
You jumped in through the window, hearing Zoey's almost muted excuses for the blonde not to enter your room. You ripped the mask off your face and ran into bed, pulling the thick comforter over your body. Making sure that you were concealing the white and black, muck ridden suit.
As if on cue, the door to your suite's bedroom flung open violently to reveal Poppy with a mildly irritated Zoey behind her. Her arms crossed and her brow quirked up.
"Get up, Farmsville." She sneered as you rolled over to face her better. A panic filled your chest as you stared into her awaiting brown eyes. "Did I stutter? I said...Get. Up."
While you wanted to tell her no and to get out she was already beside your bed with her comforter in hand. A tiny grin grew over her lips. While you couldn't tell whether to feel giddy at the sight or to feel absolute fear from it.
The white, black and pink webbed suit already open for her to see. You jumped onto your feet rushing out, "Poppy please, I know you hate me but please, you can't expose my identity. If you want me to step downâ" You flinched when her hand raised tentatively to place her hands on your cheeks.
It was an odd feeling to actually have the softer version of your interactions over your skin rather than over your mask. Her brown eyes were still filled with determination and fire, but you didn't really mind all too much now. Your eyes wide as you stared at her shocked, heart pounding more than fighting any burglar.
She runs one of her hands through your thick hair while the other sat lazily on your shoulder, staring into your eyes intently. The blonde slowly approaches your lips until you feel her breath over your own. You swallowed down hard as the grip over your hair got tighter before she pulled you down without another word. On instinct or maybe pure muscle memory, you wrap your arm around her waist, hoisting her up a little higher.
Poppy smiled as she pulled away, leaving you speechless as she whispered, "I knew it was you, web for brains."
and this was coming a long time but i got distracted. i'll probably do game/other fandom fics during the weekend and do kpop on weekdays, we'll see HAHAHAAH k so this is my finals week but i will still probably post once or twice for wendy's birthday and some reactions đ
i hope you're all keeping safe, my lovelies and i will see you all vv soon with more valentines day fluff! i wanted to do more smut but my soul really couldn't do it today.
- r
it's totally okay to take a rest. you don't need to guilt yourself for doing nothing. i promise you, you'll finish your task better with a fresh mind and a rested heart. you could sleep, eat or drink, basically treat yourself. you don't need to pressure yourself into doing something you're not fully into. so rest, cause you need that<3
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âYou owe me like 10 favors, but sure.â They grin at you, stepping closer to wrap you in a hug. Strong arms envelop you in a warm embrace, easing any fears you might have about being on your own for the first time.Â
âIâm really gonna miss your lame ass, you know?â They say, their cheek pressed to yours.Â
âWho wouldnât?â You ask as you pull back, wiggling your eyebrows dorkily.Â
They laugh their signature laugh, one that youâve both spent your youth making fun of, and you try to commit it to memory. Youâd like to think that youâll see them often, just like you did when you went to school together, but you know the reality of life.Â
âIâm gonna miss you, too. A lot.â You look into their eyes sincerely, having had your fun before. Theyâre one of the only people youâd trust with anything, so being apart will prove difficult.Â
âYah,â they push your shoulder a little, tearing up. âYouâre making me soft, quit it."Â
You giggle, "Alright, enough with this. Letâs go eat our takeout before you have to go later.â
They light up at that, deciding to race you to the kitchen. Their maniacal laughter bounces off the walls as you chase after them, knowing theyâll make it there first and call dibs on most of your favorite food.
You round the corner, nearly crashing into the doorframe as you struggle to stop your momentum. âIâll tell your sister about the time you flushed her fish down the toilet and told her the dog ate it!â
They slowly turn around and narrow their eyes at you, their fingertips still resting on the brown paper bag. âYou wouldnât dare."Â
"I would,â you raise your head, challenging them. You fish your phone out of your back pocket, scrolling through your contacts before locating their sisterâs number and turning it to face them. âBack away from the bag,â you instruct like an officer, hovering your finger over the call button. âI donât wanna have to do this."Â
They put their hands up, seemingly surrendering. Just as youâre within armâs length of the bag, they pounce.Â
"SIKE!â They swerve around you, narrowly avoiding your hands as you reach for their sweater.Â
âGET BACK HERE!â You shout, now chasing them towards the living room.Â
