#AND SOME TIRED DRAG PERFORMER WAS JUST TRYING TO WALK HOME AFTER HER PERFORMANCE AT THE LOCAL GAY BAR FOR SCI-FI NIGHT

[beware-of-you-98]

Why do some state’s cryptids just go all out? Because what do you mean West Virginia has a giant fucking moth and a robot drag queen, and California has pants with sentience and Pennsylvania has something that literally looks exactly like the name??? It’s so silly

[pawnshopbleus]

These Are the Days

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

High school AU

Prologue

For the summary, warnings, and more please visit here

Thank you @saradika for the divider!

U-Haul's don’t allow for much space. The driver's seat and the passenger's seat allow for a normal sized human to sit in while the middle seat is reserved for children. The problem is that you are no longer a child.

Your parents don’t seem to mind the less than spacious conditions as your father drives and your mother looks out of her window. The sound of two people babbling about some senator comes from the radio. Even though they put it on, your parents are not listening to it. Your hand goes to change the station to something you like. They don’t flinch at the change. They just continue on with what they’re doing. 

Squished in between your mother and father, you pull up to your new house. It’s a beautiful and luxurious colonial-style home in Bellevue, Washington. Just minutes away from Seattle, the Emerald City. 

It looks like something straight out of a fairytale. The beautiful L-shaped home is surrounded by trees, bushes, flowers, rocks, and grass. Curved steps take you up to the porch surrounded by brick walls. Gabled roof lights emerge from the slate roof. And just around the corner is another walkway that leads to a curved white arbor and an expansive backyard. 

No matter how beautiful this house is, you still crave your home. It was small, yes, but it was home. 

Washington was so different from California. You’ve only been here for a few hours but you could already tell. You missed the air that smelled like sand and saltwater. How sticky your skin felt when you were outside too long. The constant sound of dogs barking. The breeze that shook the curtains. Watching the sunset from the window of your old bedroom. California was home. This place, no matter how hard it tried, could never do what California did. 

As your parents and the movers loaded things up in the house, you took your bike and began to peddle. With music playing in your ears, you rode your bike fast and hard, trying your best to get away. 

All you could see was green. Green grass, green trees, green bushes, even some flowers were green. Something about it made you sick. 

Further down the neighborhood, things were clearing up. You could see the same houses multiple times in a row. The only thing different about them being the cars that were parked in the front. The only things that followed were a dog park made especially for small dogs, and a small bakery at the very end of the street. 

You were alone on the street. Not a single person passed by. Not a jogger, a car, or a pedestrian. It felt as if everyone was in their homes watching you peddle your way through their neighborhood. 

After hours of riding your bike, you drag it back home. Your legs are tired but you can always appreciate the art of walking. 

The U-Haul is parked neatly in the driveway and the door is unlocked, meaning that your parents remembered you existed for once. Their new cars, which were delivered just before the three of you arrived in Washington are gone which means one thing; they’ve gone to work. 

Like always, there’s a note on the kitchen island. 

We’ve gone to work. We put your things in the first bedroom to the left. The movers already set up your bed and bedframe. 

Sincerely,

Mom and Dad.

The professionalism of the note just encapsulates your relationship with your parents. One drunken night after they met, they slipped up and had you. The three of you know you’re a mistake but it’s never been mentioned. They’ve never said “I love you,” and they’ve never shown up to a school play or performance. They missed out on your kindergarten graduation because they had a work party they “needed” to attend. Their neglect hurt at first and then you got used to it. You stopped looking for them in crowds, stopped asking them to come to events, and stopped telling your teachers the real reason why your parents never picked you up on time. 

Your bedroom is spacious even with the bed in the middle of it. Your things are unpacked in no time and it almost looks like your room back in California. Almost. 

Your parents were generous enough to give you a room with a window that overlooks the front of the house. You like sitting by the window while people pass by, just watching as they go on with their lives. You assign each person walking by with a little backstory. Something brighter and happier than what you’re living with right now. It makes you feel less alone. 

You stand by your curtainless window waiting for someone - anyone to walk by. And just like when you were riding your bike, no one passed by. That is until you hear the sound of a truck approaching. The sound of the latest pop hit escapes through the rolled down windows. A boy in a blue and gold varsity jacket is driving while a girl with striking blonde hair looks out of her window. The two of you hold eye contact for just a second before she and the car are out of sight. 

Next Chapter

[theheirofthesharingan]

Hi, not sure if you do this but do you have any headcanons for Itachi and Sasuke's relationship?😅 like in a world where there is no war or pain, how do you think our beloved brothers would live?❤

(please ignore this if you don't write things like that)

Oh, I love doing these for the brothers. Here are some.

Both Fugaku and Mikoto are busy parents, but they love their children very, very much. Due to Mikoto being their primary caretaker, the brothers are much closer to Mikoto. Fugaku feels a bit envious, but Itachi quietly, in his own way, makes his father understand that he's appreciated.

Since their parents are mostly busy, Itachi takes care of Sasuke. Which includes waking Sasuke up in the morning, dragging him to the bathroom so he could brush his teeth and bathe, and get ready for school.

When it was the first day of Sasuke's school, he could not stop crying. So, the Principal asked him to sit with Itachi. It took several days for Sasuke to stop crying. Shisui teased him a lot because Sasuke "the big boy" acted so childish and had to go to his nii-san to stop crying. It of course irritated Sasuke so, so much. And Shisui has a lot of photos of Sasuke giving those annoyed looks which he shows Naruto and Sakura.

Naruto and Sakura love Itachi. They sometimes wait a little longer until Itachi has come home so they can talk. And Itachi always brings them sweets whenever they're home. They have no idea how he knows they'll be home that evening.

Kakashi is like that tired mama cat who needs breaks from her kittens. So he asks Itachi to look after his team on pretext of being sick. The three kids love the time they spend with Itachi. And they can't stop talking about how amazing Itachi is. Naruto even says to Kakashi's face "You should get sick more often so we can get Itachi as our leader." Kakashi even found Team 7 discussing how to replace him with Itachi. The man was truly horrified at the audacity of those children.

Itachi is a minor. So he can't go to the bars. But all the friends he has are much older than him. Still, to make him feel included whenever they're having alcohol in a normal place (that is not a bar) they give him apple juice. Itachi does not like that, but he has to keep quiet, because they're trying to help him.

Both Itachi and Sasuke spend most of their time with each other. In the evenings they go on long walks together. Itachi loves the full moon nights and cool evenings.

Sasuke often falls asleep in Itachi's room and in the morning finds himself tucked in his own bed with a warm blanket around him.

Sasuke is loved in his Academy for being a sweet and obedient child, a trait vastly similar to his brother's. The boy does feel a little bad that he's always compared with Itachi, but there's Yamato who has never compared him with Itachi. And Sasuke loves him for it and he's obviously Sasuke's favorite teacher.

Sasuke is a bathroom singer but Itachi thinks Sasuke is terrific. He wants Sasuke to perform at the school, but the boy just wants to hide somewhere.

One night, Sasuke fell sick and Itachi took care of him all the time for several days. He denied going on all the missions until Sasuke was fine. Even though Sasuke's head hurt and his entire body aches from fever, being with Itachi was comforting to him.

Sasuke often felt bad because his brother knew what things Sasuke liked and what he hated and all, but he didn't know much about his brother.

This frustrated him further when he didn't know what to gift Itachi on his birthday. So, he discussed that with his friends, but didn't like the suggestions. Eventually, they asked Kakashi, who managed to give Sasuke the perfect idea. That was one of the rarest moments when the lazy Kakashi had impressed Sasuke.

[itspdameronthings]

Sick!!

Summary: Here is my long awaited fic about me being sick. Was going to post it,but life happens. Thanks goes to @dameronscopilot for the idea.

Cough

Cough

Cough

That has been the sound for almost a week. Not a good sound. Started out as a sore throat. Then itchy, watery eyes. No biggy Both Dixie and Santi thought. Until a few days later Dixie and Benny arrive at the hospital. He knew something wasn't right when he heard her coughing a lot. Urged her to go to get checked out. She moaned,” it's not serious baby. Just allergies. Pollen count is high. If I'm not better in a few days? You can drag me to the doctor. Kicking and screaming.” Benny chuckles as he goes down the hall,” like that in writing  if ya fuckin please darlin. “ Rolled her eyes as she walked towards her office. Till another coughing fit hits. 

Meanwhile Santi too was coughing throughout his meeting. He had to stop to drink almost a huge bottle of water. One of his coworkers urged him to sign out of the meeting. Told him he was fine. Until his boss chimed in,” You are no use to us with all of that coughing. Right now you are on sick leave . Return when you are better. We can't postpone any more zoom meetings because of your hacking cough!” Santi moans as he signs off. Time for some home remedies. Honey with ginger tea,and lemon. Followed by Vicks vapor rub. Before that , a nice hot shower. 

Hours later Dixie was still driving people bonkers with her dry cough. Took Benny to convince her to go home. Promise to be home to take care of her. Coughing again thought it might be a good time to stop at Walgreens for some meds. Also something to make her feel better. Ice cream! 

Upon arriving at home.  Noticed the sound of the shower upstairs. Thought nothing of it till the sound of loud coughing filled her ears. Moaning,” oh not him too! Not good at all!” Reached towards the door breathing in the steam,” that feels cough cough better! Not! “ Sound startled Santi. Rushed towards his baby. Hugs her close,”Not you too! Means both of us are down with the count. Which means one thing. Benny has the honor to take care of us. “ 

Both of them changed into something comfortable. Meant one of Benny’s old,and small tees. Paired with an old pair of green,and rather holey sweats. Cuddles  rather close to Santi to rest,but their coughs continue. Santi pulls her close again,” Oh my baby girl. Hate that you are feeling icky like me. To be sick like this in the summer time sucks! One plus. Get to hold you close. Sad that Benny can't hold you close. That won't stop him.” Kissing his chest not before coughing again,” I know daddy. Let's try to get some sleep. I'm so tired.” 

Benny wished he could cuddle his hearts. Normally he would put caution to the wind and just do it. Not this time. Has an important mission, to take care of his loves. After talking to the bosses at the hospital they agreed for him to stay home. Means shopping, cleaning,and cooking. Easier said than done. Summoned some help from his Ma and Will. Even Dixie’s Ma. Master of home remedies. They were a big help. Made some chicken soup followed by some hot ginger tea. 

After taking them some food. Benny gets the guest room ready for himself. Least he can leave the door open so he can watch them from afar. Even watch them putting Vicks on each other’s chest. Soon both of them finally went to sleep. Benny finally can relax . Wanted to get lost in a book. That moment was dashed . Sounds of coughing , lights on. Time for nurse Benny to perform his duties. From fetching huge bag of cough drops, water, and even singing to them till they finally fell asleep. Kissed them on the foreheads ,and thankfully no fever. 

Afterwards he finally went to bed take two. Till more coughing!!! This is gonna be a long night! This went on for a couple of more days. Finally both of them agreed it was time to go to the doctor. Hate the fact Benny isn't getting enough rest. Dixie found him the night before slumped over the couch armrest. 

Thankfully the doctor could see them right away. Well not before Benny called the office to see if she could see them that morning. It's good to have a fellow Army doctor as a friend. After examining them she quickly said,” Hate to say this,but both of them have bronchitis. Which means antibiotics,and an inhaler. Which means my buddy. You might get some rest. Mean three of you “ Both Dixie and Santi liked the sound of that. After being dropped off at home. Benny went to the pharmacy to pick up the meds. Followed by going to the market for more drinks and food. 

Flashforward a few days later. Finally at long last a quietnes has returned to the household. Santi wakes up to a beautiful site. Dixie clinging to him in a peaceful slumber. Arm draped over his tummy. All he could do was look at her angelic face. Kisses her forehead ever so gently. Till he closed his eyes again. Meds kicked in yet again. More sleep until it's time for the inhaler. 

Poor Benny. So tired. Worn out from all of the housework. Was right in the middle of working on the bathroom until sleep takes him while washing the tub. Out cold until Frankie and Will found him. Thinking he has done enough housework. Both of them helped out with the rest of the chores ,and cooking. Some time later Benny wakes up to sounds from the kitchen. Armed with his old, metal baseball bat goes downstairs,and ready to swing it till Frankie yells,” WTF! It's us ! Sheesh! “ Benny sits on one of the barstools munching on a carrot stick,” Where were y'all when I needed help the first time?! I mean.. all of this stuff wore me out!” Will, Mr voice of reason speaks up,” First of all little bro. You said you got it. Didn't need help,and oh.. saying it was a fucking piece of cake! Until… we sneaked in yesterday to see you slumped in your chair. We figured now it's your turn to get some rest. No go! Sleep in a proper bed. By the time you all wake ? Dinner would be ready.” 

Slowly waking up, Dixie felt pair of strong arms she hasn't felt in a few days. Didn't want to move. His breath tickles her neck. Turns over to look at his sweet face. Few days of scruff look so sexy on him. Opening one eye smiles,” Look so beautiful right now. How are you feelin? “ Taking a breath,” I'm  better baby boy. Missed you though. Wanna say thanks for taking care of us. I know it was hard. Did I hear Will and Frankie?” Nods,” Oh yeah little one. Both of them are downstairs. Let's not talk anymore. Let's go back to sleep.” 

A man to his word. Will nudged his brother,” Dinner is ready man. We are gonna go. Three of you have a good evening. Call you later .” 

Flashforward a few days later. Everything is back to normal. Okay, almost. Dixie is home nursing a sick Benny. He caught the same thing. Santi did his best to help her out. Both of them forgot how bad Benny is when he gets sick. Acts like a big baby. Her and Santi agreed to make it up to Benny when he gets well. Give him lots of love for taking care of them.

@romanarose @musings-of-a-rose @dameronscopilot @rhoorl

[arcplaysgames]

If the Fortune Arcana is literally a fortune teller, I am going to slash some tires. Especially since, like, the point of the fucking Wheel is that you are not in a position to see where it will turn.

Some journalist I've seen for like five minutes makes a deal with Reverie. She'll give a name of the criminal running the scams in Shibuya but she wants access to someone at Shujin who suffered under Kamoshida's abuse.

Which is a shitty deal, so calling it: Devil arcana.

Morgana suggests Mishima for the deal, so, uh

I hate Mishima but this feels terrible. 8C Come on, he's gonna think it's a date and instead someone is gonna ask him about the volleyball coach beating him. This sucks, Persona 5 Royal!!!! I hate this!

And Ryuji gets accosted by... drag performers??? Or are they just queer people? I am literally looking through my screencaps of this scene and I frankly don't get what it's trying to imply here???? I feel like it's a joke at my people's expense but I'm missing context, so. SHRUG.

Kaneshiro's palace seems to be the entirety of Shibuya's central street. Which made me think they just didn't want to make new assets but I'm proven wrong in a bit.

Seeing people as walking ATMs doesn't make sense to me, like, you withdraw from your own account with ATMs, not from the magical ATM fairy. I don't get this metaphor. Whatev!

TURNS OUT THE ACTUAL PALACE IS A FLYING BANK. Alright. That's sure a thing.

I feel like this was an incredibly valid question. Unfortunately, Morgana cannot turn into non-car things. Which really begs a lot of questions about why he can become specifically a van.

Ryuji when was the last time you were useful, homes, you are the one who got us into this fucking mess with Makoto because you kept screaming about being a Phantom Thief, you absolute dunderfuck. Don't insult Morgana.

Dinnertime at the Nijima Household.

This is a totally inappropriate reaction but I started laughing in disbelief because like. This turn is SO hard and SO sudden and came out of nowhere???? Sae, bruh, what the fuck, are you having a bad day?

OH MY GOD SHE IS LMAO THAT'S HER EXCUSE. And then she says she's going to stop coming home for dinner from now on???? Holy shit?

lmao as the main caretaker of a very frustrating person who drives me batshit, I am judging Sae so fucking hard right now. Remember the halcyon days when we first met Sae? God, I barely remember. Now she's interrogating our card collection and making Dojima look like Parent of the Year.

The Thieves meet up to talk about how to reach the Palace and Makoto just invites herself along again, and Ann happens to call her "useless" and oh my god is this like her trauma trigger?

ATLUS

WHO THE FUCK WAS YOUR SCENE COORDINATOR FOR THIS SEQUENCE

AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY?

YOU JUST FLASHED BACK TO A SCENE THAT LITERALLY JUST HAPPENED 40 SECONDS AGO.

Makoto completely loses her shit and is like "okay fine I will go find you Kaneshiro" and storms off

Gets shoved into the back of an unmarked car by two thugs

Everyone very reasonably flips their shit too and chases after her, including Ryuji throwing himself into the path of a speeding car to make it stop

which: is the most Chariot shit any Chariot has ever Charioted, but also if he got hit doing this, I would have deleted the game in a rage-blackout, i'm so furious with Makoto

and oh she leads them to Kaneshiro! and he immediately snaps a photo of them all for blackmail purposes. he wants 3 million yen in 3 weeks.

HEY YUSUKE?

THANK YOU

Everyone gets a shot of sympathy for Makoto because she's like super sorry that she flipped her shit and ran off and confronted some mafia dudes and got in their car and wound up needing a rescue and then got everyone on the hook for 3 million yen, which is about what I make in a fucking year (roughly)

whatever, they bring her into the Metaverse, she pops her Persona, it's a motorcycle, which is way more fucking cool than she deserves

you know what, same here. same here.

I think I feel comfortable saying, yeah, this is worse than Ryoji. If anyone is hoping I turn on Makoto later, do not hold your breath, because this is a staggeringly bad prolonged introduction to this character. I am to a point I want to sit down with the writers and just ask them to explain to me what impression they intended to leave on the player, taking a character who has thus far only been a stalker and harasser of the protagonists turned outright blackmailer turned into oh now someone else is blackmailing us bc of her? and then handing her off like "here's a new teammate"

what

the actual

fuck

thank you and good night. I'm going to bed.

[fumikomiyasaki]

[ GRAB ]- Blake/ Gregory- Finally Blake go get yo Man, Assert domaniance over all that May try and take him from you .

or

[ LEAVE ]- Masaki/Julian - I mean yea, When Psychic powers are involved

things done while kissing

[ GRAB ] : impulsively, sender quickly crosses the room to where the receiver is standing, grabs them, and pulls them into a passionate kiss.

It was to be expected that he was caught quickly with this half assed disguise... some students wanted to take a trip into the city together but Gregories status as a popular Idol was quickly a hinderance cause despite shapeshifting a little and change his hair, his whole attitude and face was quickly recognized by a swarm of fans... and so now he was cornered by a bunch of people wanting an autograph and so the other students had to wait.

Blake was annoyed talking to his dorm mates but didn’t know why yet untill he actually noticed what was annoying... one of this fans got awfully close to him... she pushed her chest even against his arm and tried to get his attention and that was enough for him.

“Blake are you okay?”

“I am tired of waiting cause of this bullshit.”

He got up his seat as Plutus and Vincent look after him... he ran up through the group of fans and as he approached Gregory, he pulled him down by his collar to kiss him, making that one fan let loose of his arm and Blake put both arms around him.

“You can go away, he is mine... “

Many of the fans looked in shock as Blake dragged away Greg who had a dumb smile on his face.... untill the students eventually had peace in the boat back to school.

“Ya really like me huh? I am yours?”

“S-shut up... I only claimed that cause I wanted to go home and they kept you from going.”

“Ya do know media will start rumors about it?”

Blake froze up... right people would assume they are a couple and the  fans will spread it like wildfire.

“Guess I have to play you boyfriend then.”

He pouted as Greg drew closer with another dumb smirk.

“Why not be my boyfriend then?”

“Shut up you moron.”

[ LEAVE ] : having just given the receiver a kiss of a lifetime, sender leaves the room, leaving the receiver to wrap their head around what just happened.

He was busy studying his choreo for the next big show...to busy to notice Masaki watching his performance and as he finished he had his usual confident smirk on his face.

“Oh my, curious are you? I have fun putting on another show for you.”

“I rather not want to see an Elephant stomp around.”

“As Sharp as ever... did you have business with me?”

Masaki walked close to him and sighed.

“Why me?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Why take so much interest in me... I noticed you stopped your usual flirts with other guys.”

Julian chuckled.

“Simple, I wanna prove you how dedicated I am...how I am serious with wanting you to be with me.”

The demon expected a slap, a sassy comment or anything.. he would take anything Masaki would throw at him but instead... he was suddenly pulled to him and kissed... lasting for a long while untill after Masaki withdrew, he used his powers to quickly leave, seeing him dumbfounded... Julian slowly processed the situation and grew pretty red.

“Jeez and then he leaves me like this. Funny really... I got what i wanted but... I still feel unsatisfied... guess next time I can get my revenge.”

He smirked and packed his belongings with a smile on his face.

[effymaybe]

It’s me and it’s you

Summary: You move to the house across Wanda’s and she can’t help but to notice you.

Warnings: +18, dark!wanda, mommy kink

(https://pinterest.com/pin/394909461084523119/)

Wanda knows that she shouldn’t.

She has settled for a more or less peaceful life, after all, even despite the reddish glow of the book she keeps carefully hidden under her pillow.

She has decided to wait, to train, to become subtly more powerful until she is able to fix it all. In the process, she has decided to choose a small, tranquil town as her residence, even going over the tedious process of reading every single citizen’s mind to make sure that nobody recognizes her.

Nothing really changes there, which she finds oddly relieving, the clean air and the almost perpetual silence lulling her shattered soul into an unexpected rest.

That’s probably why all her senses sharpen suddenly at the sound of a foreign car parking in the small house in front of hers. A taxi, she knows before opening the window curtain. Wanda watches carefully as an aggravated female figure gets out of the car dragging her feet and takes a regularly-sized suitcase inside the old building.

The car leaves. The figure stays.

Wanda’s eyes fix anxiously on the dirty windows of the neighboring house. There was something about the girl. A sense of desolation, tired gaze, curled-down mouth, slumped down shoulders. She could only enjoy of the sight for a few seconds, but…

It was beautiful.

So, she knows that she shouldn’t, shouldn’t crave for more, shouldn’t feel her mystic fingertips tingling at the idea of seeing her once more.

But, damn it.

She’s the scarlet witch.

-

You are absolutely drained.

Your arms could barely hold onto the luggage until you stumbled inside of the house. You barely get to glance around the dirty space before your legs start to give up.

You try to swallow down the tears, force down the burning sensation that is glazing up your throat. It’s late, and it’s humid, and nothing seems to be right with the world anymore. The walls are damn yellow, and some tiles are broken, and you hadn’t received a proper hug in years and you are so fucking tired of everything-

The floor is dirty, yeah, but it supports your body just fine. As you let the cold surface accommodate against your cheek, you force yourself to take deep, rhythmic breaths.

You will get better. You’ll find someone who stays. You’ll upgrade your performance at university. That’s why you moved to that tiny, suffocating city. To be closer. To be good at something.

That first night, you fall asleep on the floor.

-

Wanda keeps observing you carefully. In the mornings, after practicing spells in her custom basement, she makes herself a black tea and spots you holding on your backpack and walking silently to what the redhead guesses must be the bus stop. Your eyes are always glazed, as if cowering behind a shadow, and your jaw is clenched in meticulously bottled pain.

The witch thinks that you are stunning, breathtaking even, as you lick your lips over and over again going silently through your day in your mind. Sometimes, when the weather is unpleasant, you limit yourself to stomp down on the floor, huffing in poorly hidden annoyance.

Wanda doesn’t necessarily like that, really, your angered behavior, and she feels that eventually you must be forced to your place. But she likes your expressions, your gestures, the way you are so deliciously open to her, even when she’s not making the effort of reading your mind.

Her skin grows warmer when she feels you closer. She waits impatiently for your stupid classes to be over. You don’t need to study. You just need to be cared after.

She could give you that.

One day, you go back home really, really late. Your whole body seems to be begging for rest, and Wanda knows that you are on the verge of crying.

The redhead feels her powers dripping from her tense fingers. She watches you get inside, and then turn on the lights of your bedroom.

The window is open, but you don’t seem to notice. You take your shirt off hastily, exposing your underwear for whoever is passing by.

It’s only Wanda, really. An open-mouthed Wanda, staring at your figure with blown pupils and an overwhelming feeling blooming in her chest, travelling hot and slick between her legs.

She indulges herself only for a few more seconds before closing down your bedroom’s curtains in a rush of protectiveness.

You couldn’t notice, already fast asleep.

-

Each day that passes you grow more exhausted. Your legs feel heavy, your mind is a tangled mess, your chest is tight.

You start to wonder if it is ever going to feel better, if you are ever going to find that missing, unknown piece that you have been yearning for throughout painful years and you haven’t found yet.

You get out of the house holding tightly to your broken umbrella. It’s raining like crazy, which means that the bus is probably going to be late, and the stop is going to be leaking everywhere, and your coat will be soaked by the time you get to uni.

You could only let half a huff escape from your mouth before a melodic voice caresses your ears.

“Good morning, sweetie. Do you need help?”

Your mind shortcuts for the seconds that take you to observe the woman in front of you. She is gorgeous, deep green eyes and red locks falling carefully on her collarbones. She’s dressed in a well-tailored ochre suit, and her perfectly put back umbrella looks more like an accessory than a convenient tool.

You try to swallow down the shiver that runs through your spine when you see her tilt her head curiously.

“Huh… No, miss, thank you. I’m just walking to the bus stop”.

“Wanda is okay, darling”, she murmurs this time, getting closer to you, letting a soft smile play in her plump lips.

You feel like trembling, a bit overwhelmed under her gaze.

“And you are?”

You offer her your name in a subtle stutter, your nose starting to catch an alluring scent that can only come from her skin.

“So, where are you going in this weather, sweetie? You are getting all wet. Must be very uncomfortable”, she continues, the slight mocking tone interlacing with her voice making your breath hitch.

It has to be your imagination. Come on.

“Yeah… but I need to get to uni and I-”.

“I’ll drive you, darling”.

You frown in slight confusion. Then your eyes fall on the car keys she’s holding for you to see.

You must be very tired, because you certainly didn’t notice them before.

“Huh, miss… Wanda. It’s okay, please. I don’t want to bother you. I’m sure I can make it-”.

“Nonsense, cutie”, she interrupts, her delicate fingers already reaching over you. Like in autopilot, you comply, letting your hand be grasped tenderly. “Let me take care of this. You just need to get comfortable”.

It’s hard to say not to Wanda when her fingers are already dancing on your skin. A gushing feeling falls over you, first slightly alarming, then, surprisingly soothing.

“Yes”, you find yourself saying. “Thank you, Wanda”.

The woman bites her lower lip and offers you a sly smile.

-

From that day on, you find yourself spending more and more time with your neighbor. First were the daily rides to uni. Then, the usual dinners at her place. Then, the movie nights she came up with when you told her you didn’t know how to relax after a though day.

You found out that she is a widow, and had lost her children too. The thought of someone as sweet and giving as Wanda suffering so much made your heart ache, and before you knew it, you were putting your arms around her neck, engulfing her in a warm hug. She responded immediately, holding tightly, and told you that she didn’t feel so much alone now, because she had you.

The thought made your stomach turn with sudden happiness, but you pushed it down.

Wanda, you also discovered soon enough, is incredibly touchy.

The pad of her fingers are caressing your warming skin almost permanently, sometimes on your collarbones, sometimes on your wrists, sometimes on your cheeks. You perpetually feel like flushing, breaking the hold of her intense gaze because damn, she’s so beautiful, but she’s being so kind. You feel so cared after, so protected when she’s around. She deserves way better than having a younger woman ogling at her without control.

You can be her friend.

You can.

-

Wanda is obsessed with you.

She needs you in a way that is almost primal, feels her entire being aching for finally having you whole, souls entangled with each other.

She’s been trying to be good, she really has.

But it’s difficult to keep the blaze taking over her chest from growing when you sit next to her, doe eyes and pouted mouth, complaining about your day at that ridiculous university while tilting your head right just so, letting your perfume travel from your neck to her nose. It’s difficult to keep her hands still when your gaze grows sadder, when your tired figure is just there for her to wrap it around her arms and press your face gently against her chest.

She’s tired of waiting. She’s tired of crossing her legs tighter every time you humbly follow her subtle orders. She knows that you need her. Then what’s the issue with giving the whole situation a light push?

-

You are sitting just besides your neighbor cushioned by soft couch. You are talking softly, slowly, comfortable in a way you hadn’t been in long, painful years.

Wanda know this, both because you have told her and because she has put her ever-growing powers in good use.

The witch is only half-listening, gripping on her wine glass as her mint eyes delight on the sight of your lips. She moves closer, carefully. Her hand starts to run up and down your thigh in a velvet touch, and only then you stutter.

“Oh… I-”.

“Yes, baby girl. Tell me”.

She encourages you to keep speaking almost in a teasing tone. You try to hide the spread of an accusatory blush as she puts her glass down.

She scratches her nails against the inner side of your jeans.

“I’m just… I’m tired of uni. I’m tired of feeling alone. And the time I go and actually try to make a friend, the guy ends up hitting on me despite I very clearly told him I like women-”

You feel the grip on your leg snapping stronger, and a slight gasp escapes from your lips. When you turn towards Wanda, her gaze is burning in contained fury, a bloody light starting to shine behind bright green.

You have learnt what she’s capable of. She has shared that sacred secret herself.

“What?”, she hisses, her face moving closer to yours.

“I- I like girls. I thought I told you”.

She clenches her jaw.

“No, love. The guy… he flirted with you?”

You furrow your brows in genuine confusion.

“Huh… he asked me out, and I… said no, of course”.

Then, something settles. The atmosphere changes suddenly, growing thicker and warmer. Wanda’s eyes ease their fire but keep glazed in determination. Her hand moves to your hip, and she squeezes enough to make your spine straighten.

“What a shameless sad boy”, Wanda mutters, her fiery voice dripping pure venom, “Trying to take away what’s mine”.

You open your mouth but no sound escapes from it. Wanda takes advantage of your shock to move her arm behind your back and push you against her. Her senses heighten at the sound of a raspy breath. She has you exactly where she wants you.

“I… what?”, you manage to whisper, but the witch remains unfazed. She uses the tip of her fingers to push your jaw up before latching on the skin of your neck almost desperately.

The mewling noise you let out only spurts her aching need.

“Mine, baby”, she pants against your throat, sucking everywhere in a primal attempt to mark you, “I’ve been so patient with you, sweet thing, because you deserve to be treated with outmost care, right?”

Your mind is already too foggy to put your thoughts together. When Wanda presses her open mouth against yours, you can only moan in abandon and let her devour you. It tastes euphoric.

“I’m going to take such good care of you, sweetie. Going to love you just right”, she continues, mumbling between wet, loud kisses.

She forces her tongue between your lips and you are aching, trying to press your body harder against her, embarrassingly needy.

Wanda loves it.

“And you are going to let it happen, right dear?”

Her hands move quickly to get you out of the sleepwear she bought you herself. She’s smirking predatorily, enjoying every single moment, her movements quick and firm. When you lean forwards to kiss her again, she pulls away once, just to chuckle darkly at your honest desperation. Then, she pulls you in again, stealing your breath with a curl of her tongue.

“You are such a good girl, baby”, she laughs, licking inside your mouth, and then pulls you up until you are sitting on her lap, breathing heavily, blushing in pleased shame.

Wanda’s pupils are blown. She nibbles on your collarbones, and then takes her time to play with your bare breasts, thoroughly relishing in the broken sounds she elicits from you.

It takes her two seconds to get rid of your underwear, too. In a rush, she’s pressing her thigh against your core, making your head tilt up in sheer pleasure.

“Be a good girl and ride mommy’s thigh, baby”, she orders, and your body can’t do anything else but to follow suit, no complaints, absolute putty against her powerful being.

You are gone.

You were probably gone the day you met her, but right now, with your essence running down her thighs and her mouth latching on your chest, you are absolutely done for. You’d do anything she asked you to. You are hers, after all. And she takes such good care of you, you can’t find it in yourself to want to leave.

Wanda is panting, pleased beyond belief. She holds your hips tight enough to leave a lasting bruise and sets a quick, punishing rhythm for yourself. Each thrust makes you groan more openly, lost in the electric pace.

The redhead can’t keep her mouth off from you.

You are even better than she’d ever dared to dream.

“You want mommy’s fingers inside you, honey?”

You moan loudly, your soaking grinding growing erratic. She forces you to look into her eyes and you are so, so deeply ashamed, but she’s staring at you so intensely that you feel like cumming right there. You nod frantically, but the gesture does not please her enough.

“You’ll have to use big girl words, sunshine. Do you want mommy to finger you or not?”

Between whimpers, you manage to form semi-coherent words. She keeps forcing you to ride her, unforgiving.

“Yes- yes, mommy, please, I- I need you so bad”.

Wanda doesn’t make you beg further. She’ll leave that for another occasion. Now, she wants to reward her sweet princess, let her know what kind of gifts she’ll be given from now on.

So she presses two fingers against you before sliding them in easily, splitting you open, marveled at the way you take her in, feeling like letting go herself.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck. You are so perfect for me. My perfect little thing, aren’t you?”

You can only roll your eyes up at the feeling, filthy sounds dying square against Wanda’s eager tongue. You feel endless, and like a complete wreck, and the most amazing you’ve ever felt in your entire life. You are full- so full, and compliant, bouncing up and down Wanda’s fingers like that’s the only thing you’ve ever been meant to do.

“Mommy is going to make you feel so good, darling. Every day. I will take you every fucking day, whenever I want, however I want. You’d like that, princess, wouldn’t you?”

The undying fire at the pit of your stomach and her sleazy words make you tear up slightly. She’s moving fast inside of you, hard thrusts hitting just right. She slips another finger in and you feel yourself stretching, letting her do as she pleases. It’s all so, so good, you are so-

“Ask permission to cum, princess. You don’t want mommy to be angry at you, right?”

You don’t. You want nothing else but mommy praising you. You want to be good. Good for her.

“Can- Mommy, can I cum? Please, please, I’m-”

Wanda runs her free hand against your throat and squeezes lightly. You clench around her fingers in pure desperation.

“Oh… god, please, mommy, I’ll be so good-”

“Are you mine, sweetie? Will you ever leave me?”

You choke and it feels absolutely amazing. You are pulsating against her long fingers.

“I’m yours. I’m yours”, you chant, so close to your peak that it aches, messily grinding down, “I won’t- I won’t leave, mommy, I’m yours”.

Wanda smirks as she whispers in against your ear.

“Cum for mommy, honey. Make it fucking loud.”

And you follow suit. Your body goes rigid, beaten by waves and waves of white pleasure. You cannot respond to Wanda’s desperate kiss because you are still moaning, loud and dirty, shaking brokenly as pure euphoria clouds your mind. It’s amazing, amazing, amazing, and you know that you are drooling in the most humiliating way in front of your mommy but you can’t seem to care. She’s wrecking you into bliss.

When your heart begins to race down, you feel Wanda’s plump lips brushing lovingly against your jaw, her sweet voice filling the room with the hum of a soothing lullaby. She pulls out of you with pointed care, and takes the time to suck each one of her fingers, whimpering happily at your taste.

Your eyelids weigh, but you pull away to kiss her softly, your chest warm and nice as her arms trace patterns on your naked back.

“I’m so happy that you finally snapped out of it, pretty girl. I’m going to treat you so well”. And as an afterthought, she chuckles softly, “As long as you behave, of course”.

Her smile gets you smiling too. You feel loved, cared after.

“Yes, mommy. I love you”, you mumble, cheeks warm again.

Wanda stares at you as if you had just given her the only thing she needed for her life to be absolutely full.

She grins bigger, content, relaxed.

“I love you too, baby. My sweet princess”.

With that, you feel Wanda’s hands running through your hips again, forcing your sensitive thighs wide open, and a renewed burst of energy lights up your whole body.

She’s not done with you, and you are going to comply.

Like the good girl you are.

[ageofnations]

When the Night is Over // jtk

Summary: You meet Jake at a local bar after attending one of his shows. The beautifully talented musician is much more bashful than he lets on.

(Short blurb based on this request by @welightthefire <3 Thanks so much, I hope you like it!)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: alcohol (obviously lmao)

He wondered how his brothers could have so much energy after a performance as electric as the one they had just completed. It was the second to last night of the tour, a Friday night, and they all wanted to enjoy the bittersweet moments just a little longer. What was supposed to be sitting down for a “quick drink” turned into Sam’s and Josh’s voices reverberating against the walls of the karaoke bar.

Jake at least hoped Danny would be on his side and try to wrangle the two. He practically begged him to explain to them that “One more song” should actually mean only one more song, considering they had their last show the next night, but he was gravely disappointed. Danny was egging them on and recording videos of the pair with an amused smile.

Jake was exhausted. He was glad to have the rest of the night out, but he just couldn’t bring himself to be up and boisterous like the others. He sat at the end of the bar, drumming his fingers against the old-fashioned he had been sipping on all night.

You were at the bar with some friends after the concert, making the most of the weekend road trip with one another to see your favorite band. You saw them from the moment they stepped into the bar, and you especially couldn’t ignore the duet taking place on the mini-stage for karaoke nights. You saw Jake sit down, alone, at the bar as soon as he made it through the door, but you had to go through some major convincing to actually walk over to him.

“I think we have to at this point,” one of your friends had said. “It feels like it would be, I don’t know, bad luck if we didn’t at least get a picture.”

“He looks tired, though. What if he’s trying to relax after the concert?” You argued.

The other friend that accompanied you rolled her eyes at your hesitation. “Then they would go home, Y/N. He’s probably just trying to play it cool. Come on, it’s just a picture.”

And that was all it took, they had grabbed your wrists and practically dragged you along with them across the bar. You all were giggling like little schoolchildren, but yours was mainly to mask the nervousness flowing through your veins. You were excited, but as you grew closer and closer, the realization of it all was starting to sink in. You were about to meet one of your favorite musicians, if not your absolute favorite, of all time.

Which is exactly why they pushed you to the front at the very last second, causing you to basically stumble over yourself as you were feet away from Jake. He had his back to you, thankfully, but the commotion behind him made him turn his head slightly.

You shot a death glare to the group behind you before straightening up and putting on the friendliest, most confident smile ever.

“Hey, I am so sorry to bother you, but can we get a picture? We are huge fans,” you start. The excitement was threatening to swell into an overwhelming feeling of awe as he fully turned to face you, but you swallowed the bubbling emotions down.

His signature smile was infectious as he greeted you all. “Yeah, absolutely,” his low and husky tone did very little to calm you. You were well acquainted with how his voice sounded from all of the videos you had seen of him, but it felt much more sentimental now that he was talking to you specifically.

You grabbed your phone from your back pocket while one of your friends recruited a stranger to take a group picture. You asked if he was willing to take a picture with each of you individually, to which he agreed, and you silently prayed he wasn’t already too annoyed by you all.

You were the last to take a picture with him. It went by incredibly fast, but you tried to drink in every detail of the interaction as you could, afraid you’d miss something. He was leaning into you. His arm was wrapped tightly around your back to your waist, and his hand gripped your hip firmly. There was a distinct scent to him, and it was amplified by the lack of distance between you.

After the pictures were taken, he unwrapped from you, making you feel a slight chill where his arm had previously been placed. He reached out to give each of you a tight hug - once again leaving you to receive yours last - as you all showed your gratitude to his kindness. Once he pulled away, you heard the familiar notes of Light My Love over the speakers.

You all glanced to the stage to see Josh and Sam, still very much drunk, leaning against one another as they prepared for their next round of karaoke. You noticed Jake shake his head and let out a breath of a laugh. Your friends squealed and ran to get closer to the stage as if they were about to witness an encore of the concert you had just come from.

You weren’t too interested in seeing the two men mumble through the words of their own song, so you decided to stay in place and watch from afar.

“So are you guys from around here?” Jake asked. You were pleasantly surprised that he would still go out of his way to carry a conversation with a fan, but you assumed it was just to pass the time.

“No, we’re just in town to see you guys actually. You guys killed it by the way. Best concert experience I’ve ever had, seriously.”

“Yeah? Well, thank you,” Jake couldn’t bite back the smile from the compliment. He hadn’t felt too confident about the night’s performance, so hearing that someone had enjoyed it filled him with pride.

“What was that one riff? Was it new?”

Even though your question was vague, he knew exactly which "riff" you were talking about. It was an accident, a mistake that even made his twin glance over at him uncertainly. He tried to cover it up with some improv chords, but he didn’t want the rest of the crowd to know it was completely unintentional. “Yeah…” He lied, hoping his grin hid the falsehoods he was speaking. “Yeah, it was. You liked it?”

“Absolutely! If I don’t hear it on the next release, I’ll be quite upset with you guys.” You nudged his arm to poke fun at him.

He chuckled. “I can’t make any promises, but I’ll-” He glanced at his brothers swaying on stage before looking back at you. “I’ll see what I can do.”

He seemed much more bashful in person than you would have imagined. On stage, he was like a God. Confident without being too cocky. Approachable but still very intimidating. But right now, he just seemed like any other person that you could get along with. His eyes were softer as you looked into them, and his cheeks were glowing pink.

“Oh and the outfits!” You let yourself ramble. “Absolutely gorgeous. Yours are always my favorites, but this one absolutely took the cake.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes playfully. “What do you want, an autograph or something?”

“No, I’m serious! You look amazing!” You giggle, soon realizing that you had referred to his present appearance rather than how he looked while performing. Freudian slip, you thought. You silently hoped that he didn’t hear it, or think about it too much. He probably hears that stuff all the time, right?

“Well thank you-” he paused, realizing he hadn’t even asked for your name.

“Y/N,” you held a hand out to him as a friendly introduction. He hesitated before shaking it. His hand was slightly clammy, and you thought you saw a slight quiver in it before interlocking with yours. He didn’t pull away immediately like you imagined he would, rather choosing to relish in the softness of your skin.

“It’s nice to meet you-”

“Y/N!” You heard one of your friends shout at you. The duo was approaching you swiftly, one more upright and conscious than the other. You could tell they were both considerably drunk, but one was leaning against the other, indicating it was time to go home.

“Looks like I’m back on duty,” you joked with Jake. “I should probably get them home.”

“Probably.”

“It was really nice meeting you. Thanks for the pictures and good conversation,” you said with a smile, which he returned.

As your friends approached, you situated them in front of you to keep a hand on their backs for stability. “I’ll see you at tomorrow’s show!” You called behind you to let your friends lead the way, making sure they didn’t get distracted on the trek outside.

He was a little breathless as he watched you leave the bar. He replayed every sound of your voice, every laugh you’d let out during the interaction. It wasn’t until the door closed behind you that he was able to respond.

“I hope to see you, too.”

—

WHY do I want to write a Part 2 to this...anyways thanks for reading! Again, sorry for the delay! (update i did a part 2)

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[weirdos-am-i-right]

Fuck Traveling// Pete Davidson x reader

Request from @annalayton19

Hi! I’m a new follower and I really like your stuff! Could I request a Pete Davidson x reader (angst to fluff) where Pete is on tour or filming away from home and the reader is left behind. After like 6 months of being apart Pete starts to get tired of the long distance and basically like done with it. And then he realizes his mistake and comes home to make it up to her! I’m sorry if that’s super long! Also if this imagine doesn’t interest you, then no sweat! Thank you so much in advance 💕

A/n: This took so much less time then I thought it would. Anyway, here you go, I really hope you like it!

Warning: angst, swearing, like one cigarettes

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Six months. Six months was an extremely long time to be away from someone you loved.

Y/n sat on the couch, a small pout on her lips. She looked at Pete—her boyfriend of a year—and frowned. “I wish I could go with you.” Pete frowns too, and sits down next to her.

“I know. I wish you were coming with me too. But hey, it’s only a couple of months, all right? I’ll be back before you know it.” He kissed her cheek.

“I just wish my contract would let me. You have no idea how annoying it is to not be able to do things because of freaking Marvel.” She groans, falling on her back with a slight ‘plop’.

“Well, because of freaking Marvel, you are one of the best actresses out there. And I know you’re going to kill it with filming. My tour isn’t even that cool. It’ll broke you to death.” He jokes, leaning back on the arm of the couch.

“Babe, you’re a comedian.”

“Oh right, I forgot.” He grabs her arm, and pulls her up into his chest. “I love you, okay?” He lifts her chin up, and kisses her. “So fucking much. We’ll face time everyday, I’ll call you every evening and wish you goodnight.”

“Okay.” She looked over a the clock, and sighed. “We have to go. Your flight is leaving soon.” He brushes hair behind her ear, bringing her eyes back to him.

“I love you. It’ll be over before you know it.”

“I love you, too.”

********

The car ride to the airport was long, and quiet. Pete was driving, he had one hand on the steering wheel, and one hand on Y/n’s leg, rubbing small circles into the center of her thigh.

She knew she was going to miss him so much, but she also knew she was going to be extremely busy with filming, so it wouldn’t be as bad.

Once they were at the gate, they tearfully hugged, and she kissed him. “All right, now get out of here. We’re not doing that rom-com turn back at the last second goodbye.” She laughed at him, tears steaming down her face a bit. He wiped one with his thumb, and kissed her again. “Love you. Now go, so I get to watch you walk away.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” She turns around, and starts walking back to her car. She knew he hated leaving her too, but he was a lot better at hiding emotions then she was, that was one of the only things she learned while dating him.

She got in her car, and put her head on her steering wheel.

She groans, and leans back. Starting her car, she pulled out of the airport, and drove home.

**********

The first few months were the worst. Y/n hated going to bed alone, the left side of the bed always cold.

She was filming almost every day, and seeing her co-workers and friends always cheered her up, after all she had been working with the same people for quite some time now, so she felt comfortable around them.

The fourth month was slowly becoming easier. She got use to coming home to no one there, and making dinner for herself. She still talked to Pete every day, texting him good morning, and Goodnight, and FaceTiming him a lot during the day.

Though she knew he loved her, she felt as though he was slightly pulling away. The FaceTime calls were short, and he never texted her back right away like he use to.

“And so, we we’re almost done with the shoot, so close I could practically taste the coffee in my trailer waiting for me, and then Kevin calls cut, and he makes us do the whole scene over again! I swear, I was about to strange that man. Ugh, I can’t wait til you come home. Only two more weeks, I can’t believe we made it.” Y/n rants, talking to Pete on the phone.

“Uh huh. Cool.” He wasn’t looking at her, instead his attention was somewhere else. Y/n frowns, tilting her head a bit.

“Pete…are, are you okay?” That seemed to catch his attention, and he finally looked at the screen.

“What? I’m fine.”

“Okay…you just seem so…different lately. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but you seem like you don’t have time for me anymore. Or if you do, you don’t like talking to me.” Pete scoffs.

“Of course I don’t have time for you right now. I’m in between shows, I’m driving to one as we speak. I mean, god forbid I get a minute to myself without my agents or you calling me.” Pete snapped.

“Wha-I’m just talking to you. If you didn’t want to, you could have said something.”

“That’s bullshit you would have thrown a fucking hissy fit or something.” He rolls his eyes.

“That’s not true. I understand when people are tired, believe me I would know.”

“Would you?”

“Yes!” She had tears stinging her eyes. “Of course I do, you’re forgetting what I do for a living. I work from 6 am to whenever we finish which most of the time is in the middle of the night. I have to re-do the same scene about ten times because RDJ won’t stop making jokes in the middle of the scene!”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot about your super-star actress life.”

“Why are you being so mean to me? I was only concerned about you.”

“Mean? What are you, five? I can’t-I can’t do this anymore.” She huffs, crossing her arms.

“What do you talking about? Are you breaking up with me?”

“Wh-”

“Because then fine. If you don’t want to be with me, I don’t have to take this shit. I’ll be with someone who, oh, I don’t know is actually here.”

“Oh that’s fucking rich, you know I can’t be there, don’t even do that.” She scoffs.

“I don’t care. You want to act like a petty bitch, I have no problem doing it right back.”

“No, I think you’re just a petty bitch.” She wipes her eye, and he laughs dryly. “Oh of course you’re crying.”

“Shut up. If you don’t want to be with me, fine. Go enjoy your show, Pete.” She hung up the phone, and turned off the ringer. She plugged it into her charger, and went into the bathroom, turning the shower on.

********

Pete rubbed his eyes, and took a drag of his cigarette. He knew he shouldn’t have snapped at her, it wasn’t her fault he was cranky, and needed to take it out on someone.

“I’m a dick.” He mumbles to himself, and bangs his steering wheel.

His phone rang again, and for a good second his heart leaping out of his chest, thinking it was his girlfriend, calling him back. He checked the phone, seeing it was Colson. He answered the call.

“What’s up, man?” Pete asks.

“The shows starting soon. You almost here?” Colson questioned. Pete looked at his google maps, seeing he was supposed to be there in ten minutes.

“I’m a good ten minutes away. I’ll be there.”

“You sound weird. What the fuck did you take without me?” Colson asks, trying to lighten the mood.

“Uh…Y/n and I just broke up. I think.” The line was silent for a few seconds.

“Why the fuck would you do that, you idiot? Are you kidding me?” Colson scoffs. “Man, what the fuck?”

“Shut up, man. I can’t stand talking on the phone with her. I’m busy, she’s busy, she plays a superhero for fuck’s sake. I didn’t even expect it to last this long to be honest.”

“Man, you fucking dumbass. That girl was probably the only good thing you had going for you. Get her the fuck back.I thought you loved her.”

“I did-I do. I do love her. I’m just so stressed right now, and excuse me for not wanting to hear about fucking Kevin Feige being a shitty director.”

“Hey, fuck-shit, you ever think that maybe this is more hard on her? Acting is fucking hard, you should know that, especially for a company like Marvel.

“Man, who’s side are you on?” Pete turns into the parking lot, and grabs his phone.

“You think I’m on your side here? You’re forgetting that we were friends before I met you. I can not believe you just fucked up the best thing in your life. Fix it, man. You’re going home in a week, fucking fix it.” And with that, Colson hung up, and put his phone away.

He kicked a rock across the pavement, and cursed under his breathe.

********

The worst thing about breaking up with someone you live with, who so happens to be long-distance is that their stuff fills the apartment with an existential amount of regret.

Y/n laid on her couch, flipping through the channels of the TV. She had called off work for the next few days, not feeling up to put on a performance for anyone. She knew she would get shit for it later, but she didn’t care.

Her head perked up when there was a knock on the door. She sighed, and got up, going over to the door. She really didn’t feel like company at the moment, and was sure she was going to send away whoever it was.

When she opened the door, her breathe caught in her throat. Pete stood in the doorway, looming over her. He looked like shit. She could tell he hadn’t slept, and probably didn’t eat anything, but she knew he didn’t look much better.

“Why-why didn’t you use your key?” Y/n asks, opening the door a bit for him.

“I uh, didn’t want to barge in on you. You also probably weren’t expecting me.”

“I wasn’t. I thought you didn’t get back until next week.” She says. It took every ounce of her not to jump into his arms, and kiss his face until she was sure she kissed every part of it.

“I took off early. Can we talk? Please. I was a dick. I was such a dick. I’m sorry, I know we grew apart in the last few months, and I promised we wouldn’t but we did, and I’m so sorry for that, baby.” He grabs her hand, and she slightly pulls it back, but let’s him grab it. “Please, forgive me. I love you, so much, okay? So fucking much, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”

She felt tears welling up in her eyes, and she looked away from him. “What you said really hurt.”

“I know. And I’ll spend every day trying to make it up to you.” She quickly wrapped her arms around him, pushing her face into his chest. He didn’t hesitate to hug her back, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Fuck traveling.”

“Fuck traveling.”

.

[sanzusbestie]

I love your whole blog and I read it to de-stress, it is great and refreshing to read it! And I don't know if it can be requested / requested but please could it be other headcanons with a similar premise, and so instead of S / N becoming a leader or a player she becomes a famous idol; moonbyul, chung ha, hyuna or chanmina style. If it is not understood, excuse me and if you feel uncomfortable ignore them, you are more important 💖🫂🛐

♡ We meet again ♡

V1/V2/V3

Characters : Bonten men and f!reader as their sister

Genre : Angst

Warnings : Death, suicide, bullying

A/n : I'm SO shocked that this story gets a THIRD version lmao but it makes me so so happy 🥰 Also thank you so much for your kind words 💕 Also the fact that you read my works to de-stress and then request angst is do funny for some reason 😂 For those who didn't read the other versions it's their sister that's had disappeared like many years ago suddenly reappears. Thank you for requesting and have a nice day ♡

Manjiro still remebers how he used to tell you that you couldn't rap

"And why ?"

"Because you're a girl !" he'd answer and stick out his tongue

You were still kids at that time

And you wished you stayed one forever

But it was impossible, life would go on and you lost everything

Shinichiro, Emma, Izana (even though you didn't know him much he was your brother) and Manjiro was getting distant

He didn't do it intentionally but it was automatic, what else could he have done ? You'd die if he stayed by your side

So you left first, it'd hurt less, right ?

It did hurt and it still hurts today

Yet you couldn't do anything about it, it was too late

Plus, you got some news on him in an anonymous letter (you moved out right after you received it) : Manjiro completely changed

You made the right choice

He watched you as your girl group was performing

And he cursed you

How could you be happy on stage with other girls while you and Emma promised to each other you'd be the best duo ever ? How could you be so happy after you left him alone ? How could you be so happy when you had no family anymore ?

He threatened everybody to be able to wait for you backstage, hoping you'd acknowledge him

But when you came back and noticed him, you turned your head and walked the other way taking with you the last tiny hope and light Manjiro had left in his heart

You made the right choice, right ?

You told them you were going to leave

You told them you were tired of being their little sister

You didn't have any genuine friendship, everybody was scared of you, even your teachers

You didn't want to live like this anymore

So you said "I'm gonna leave, don't look for me."

But you wished they'd at least try to stop you

But Ran only said "Okay, we get it don't worry."

While Rindou nodded

These were the last words you exchanged

Until that special even where artists would meet their fans

Rindou's girlfriend had dragged him there

They had been waiting for at least an hour when he finally spotted you at the long table, laughing and hugging your fans

"I have to go to the bathroom," he only said and went outside

Nobody knew the Haitani brothers had a little sister and that wasn't about to happen soon, they wanted to leave you alone just like you asked for

"Are you sure it was her ?" Ran asked on the phone

"For the last fucking time, yes it was her !"

"I'll be there in a few."

As promised, he arrived soon after, Rindou's girlfriend stepped out at the same time

"You missed your chance, Rindou ! That's a shame, I really wanted you to meet her, she's amazing !"

"Next time, sweetheart," there wouldn't be a next time, he knew it was the first and last time he put his feet in this kind of place. "Can you go home without me ? I have some Bonten business to take care of with Ran," he said and gave her the car keys

"So she's a Y/n fan huh ?"

"Well, Y/n isn't her name anymore but yeah."

"You're called at the reception," a girl of your group told you

The receptionist only said "two men want to talk to you behind the building." He looked frightened

You knew it was them and you didn't want to meet them, but your feet brought you there

"So your girlfriend is a fan of mine huh ? Pretty ironic," you bitterly chuckled. "Don't look surprised, I saw you earlier."

"Oh. But you know, we both enjoy your music too !"

"What's my last solo song called ?"

"..." They didn't know you were a singer until that day

"Bullshit. I guess you're still as interested about my life as before. I told you not to look for me. I have to go now."

Ran grabbed your arm before you could leave. "For fuck sake Y/n, you don't even know what you want ! And now you're being a bitch about it !

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me, Ran," you said as you freed yourself, "What I wanted was a normal life, a normal family and a normal fucking relationship with my brothers ! But no ! All I did my entire fucking life is hiding because of you !"

"Go ahead then, leave," Rindou said

You didn't give them the satisfaction of hearing your voice and left

This was your last encounter with your brothers.

Kakucho always was sweet and caring towards you

This until you parents died

He became indifferent and violent

Heating you and humiliating you everyday

You never understood why he suddenly changed, your parents death was never a reason

Maybe it was because of Izana ?

Until one day you got adopted and parted ways with him

You got a chance to start over

You were now a young happy and healthy young lady

You got parents and siblings that loved you and cared for you

You moved on

And he came back

"How did you find my address ?"

"It was pretty easy, Y/n."

"And why are you here ?"

"I'm here to apologize."

"After all these years, Kakucho ? Seriously ?"

He couldn't even look at you, he was too ashamed of himself

You sighed. "It's okay, Kakucho. It's over now. I'm fine." You didn't bother asking how he was doing

"Yeah... Sorry."

"Y/n ! We gotta go now ! You'll be late !" someone called you

"I guess I'll go now," Kakucho said, "I'll leave since you have to go somewhere."

"An audition. I'm going to an audition. Maybe my dream will finally come true."

"Ah, you still like to sing."

He raised a hand to run it through his hair

But you flinched and slapped his hand away, a reflex

It was silent for a few moments, a horrible silence before your adoptive brother came to get you

"Come on, Y/n, you'll be late. We have to- Oh hello."

Kakucho was glad, you had someone to support your dreams

"Sorry, I'll go now."

Once he walked away, your adoptive brother asked you :

"Who was that ?"

"No one," you said as you went to the car, "it was no one, don't worry about it."

You turned around to look at your brother one last time only to see that he already was looking at you

Kakucho probably got your message.

Takeomi has been overwhelmed for years

Senju's death, Haruchiyo sound whatever the fuck he wanted, and you disappearing after your debut

He never witnessed a family more fucked up than yours

He didn't think anything more could happen

Yet there he was, in front of your tied up body, as a hostage

Not of Bonten buy of their rival organisation

"If we knew two of your members were the brothers of this little star, we would've found an agreement way sooner, don't you think ?"

"Let her go. Tell me what you want," Takeomi demanded

"Fuck you. Are you seriously going to give them what they want," Haruchiyo turned to the others, "You can kill her for all we care. We won't give you shit."

"You hear that, little star ?" The man caressed your face with his gun

You searched for Takeomi's look with your panicked eyes, hoping to get help from Haruchiyo was useless

"I don't even have the plans !" Your first older brother exclaimed

"Yeah you don't. But I know he does," the man said looking at the pink haired man

"I fucking do yeah, but I won't tell you."

"You're heartless !" He said, a fake hand on his heart, "Your little sister here is about to be the next new thing ! Don't you wish to see her succeed in life ? This- Hello ?" he picked up the phone, "Alright, okay." He hung up. "Well, my friends, I have some great news ! We don't need your stupid plans anymore ! I guess you'll get to see another day, little star." He looked at Takeomi. "Or not."

He shot you.

You finally did it, you finally made your team come true

He really was happy when he saw you in that ad on one of the big screens adorning the streets of Tokyo

He new why you left years ago and be understood, it was his fault after all

Hajime quickly managed to be in contact with you

And you let him back in your life for some reason, he found that a bit weird but he was happy

And you were too, it was a nice change from the bullying you received online everyday

So you secretly met a few times, but you never told him why you accepted him back and you weren't planning on it, you knew what he was capable of

Until one day, a paparazzi spotted you and after a few hours of hard work from him, everything, absolutely everything was on the internet

Starting from Akane's death to Bonten, and of course you

And it was ten times worse

"Fucking slut" "Whore" "You don't deserve anything you have" "Sister of a fucking psychopath" "She must be one herself" "Kill yourself"

And more

And you couldn't handle it, it was too much

You finally had a tiny bit of happiness and it was all gone

The next day, all the headlines were talking about you

About how you left the world too soon

About how people should stick together against bullying

About how they should help each other

About how suicide should be prevented

But who helped you ?

Hajime never smiled again

It was all his fault.

♡

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Sorry I forgot to put it

[frenchiefitzhere]

Servin' up Greer family fluff! WE GOT FLUFF HERE! COME GETCHA FLUFF! (This is a little minific. Not even 1000 words!) Read here or read on Ao3

Exhausted.

That’s how she felt.

Which was unfortunate.

Because the cover band was actually pretty good.

Marie had hardly left the house in months. Not since they moved back to their hometown on the east coast. Between raising a little one, getting the house ready, and starting up her healing lessons again with a private tutor, she had no time to just relax.

Colm had picked up on that. That’s what this little family outing was all about.

“When’s the last time you heard me suggest going to a concert, baby? Come on, let’s go! You don’t even have to get dressed up,” Colm had dragged her out of the kitchen. “Put the knife down! We’ll pick something up for dinner. We’ll eat it there at the beach. A picnic. Come on.”

“But what are we gonna do with Milo?”

“He’s comin’ too! Aren’t ya, Partner?” Colm asked as a three-year-old Milo came running into his waiting arms.

“Yeah, Ma! Pop said I get to stay up late if I go!”

“Oh, did he now?” Marie pursed her lips and glared playfully at her mate.

He shrugged back at her with a grin. “It’s a family outing!”

And indeed it was. They had picked up some deli sandwiches on the way to the city park that was hosting the concert. Marie carried the folding chairs, which was slightly easier than carrying Milo those days, given that he tended to talk with his hands as much as his mother, so Colm had quite a time of it trying to balance himself while walking on the sand toward the bandshell listening to Milo’s very animated story about the snapping turtle he had seen on the sidewalk earlier that day.

Marie quickly discovered what the big draw was after they had listened to about five songs.

“You didn’t tell me this was a Pretenders cover band. Do they even do any other music, Colm Greer?” she teased.

“I plead the fifth…”

“Pop. What’s ‘plead the fifth’ mean?”

“It means Ma’s right, Little Man. Finish ya dinner.”

When they were all done eating, Marie gathered up the papers from the food and found a garbage can, then collapsed back into the beach chair. There was a low hum of chatter around them from the other concert-goers, but it was a generally calm night given the throwback music and the gently crashing waves on the beach behind the pavilion where the band was playing. She started to doze off.

Except that she was cold. 

Any other time she’d found herself outside with a chill and no jacket, she’d just shift. But she was in mixed company. Aura-less citizens of their small coastal town all around them.

Marie shivered. She frowned and found herself starting to tense in the middle of her back. Why did we have to come here? I just wanted to stay home and rest. I’ve been so busy lately. I love spending time with Milo, and the house is almost the way I want it, and it’s been so fun getting to work with Ira on healing stuff, but…

I’m just so tired. I should have stayed home and–

Colm’s lips were on her forehead. Marie raised her eyes to meet his and found him leaning carefully down on the flimsy arms of the beach chair over her where he had just placed his jacket like a blanket.

She snuggled it up to her chin. It still had the warmth from his body on it.

“But what are you gonna—?”

“Me? I got my little heat lamp right here,” he said, wrapping a drowsy Milo in the one fleece blanket they had brought with them. Milo collapsed onto Colm’s shoulder, his little legs dangling below under the blanket. Marie smiled at the sight of his tiny toddler feet in his tiny, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles sandals. He just had to wear those after the snapping turtle thing today, didn’t he? she smirked.

Colm stood just to her side, rocking their son back and forth as the band announced they’d be performing their last song of the night. He tapped Marie gently on the arm with the back of his hand and said softly, “You wanna bet which one it is?”

“I dunno…” she mumbled, already half asleep, chin drooping onto her chest.

When Marie stirred, she heard a gentle voice singing, but it wasn’t coming through the speakers.

“Take me in, into your darkest hour

And I'll never desert you

I'll stand by you.”

She turned. Colm. Colm Greer. Her mate. The man she had married years ago. The man who only seemed to like about five artists in the history of music. 

That man was singing. 

In public.

Marie was mesmerized as she saw Colm’s lips softly whispering the lyrics into their son’s ears. 

It was a song that meant a lot to both of them. He had played it for her on nights when she was blue and lonely and held her until the Pretenders did their magic. She had popped the cassette into the tape deck of the car when he was in a foul mood to watch him perk up slightly on the opening line, “Oh, why you look so sad?,” and Marie would, of course, sing along dramatically with the car stereo until her mate was smiling like a fool.

But now, he was passing their song onto their son.

Perfection.

Marie tugged the collar of his jacket over her smile before he could notice her looking, deciding it was her own little secret that she just fell head-over-heels in love with Colm Greer once more.

[nights-legacy]

Left Behind - All Might's Daughter Pt. 1

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{Note/Question/Request- Right now this isn't a paired imagine. I was wondering, after you've read it, where you think I should go with this. If I pair her with anybody, who should is be? How or should she forgive the two OFA users? Etc. Let me know!!}

+2460 Words Slight, slight spoilers from the Sports Festival!

+Y/N L/N is the only daughter of All Might. She has her mother's last name and what can be qualified as a super soldier quirk. She is fast, strong, powerful, and built like a tank and it's all in a small 15 year old girls body. After Midoriya comes into the picture, Y/N starts to feel left behind after a while. So she starts to pull away from them and gets close with Bakugo. Eventually, it all snaps at once and it was at the worst of times.

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I huffed and puffed as I slowed to a stop I looked behind as the rest of the class caught up with Iida and I. We were the fastest in class without quirks and with most of the time. With the sports festival coming up, everyone was trying improve on things they lacked.

“Great job everyone.” Iida congratulated as everyone made it in. I walked over to Midoriya who was nearly doubled over.

“Are you okay there, Midoriya?” I asked patting him lightly on the back. He looked up at me, nodding. “You seem really winded. Maybe you should sit down for a minute.”

“Probably.” He said before he fell back, flat on his back. I laughed at him as he clocked out. I leant over him, hands on my knees, making sure he was okay. A yell of frustration caught my attention. I looked over at the source and saw Bakugo yelling at Sato who was just standing their indifferent.

“Okay, okay.” I went over and grabbed Bakugo’s arm, forcefully dragging him off. He growled at me and ripped his arm from my grip as we got a ways off.

“What do you want?”

“Not a blood bath.” I said with sass. He stared at me before smirking. He crossed his arms and leaned in close.

“I can take someone out without any blood being split.” He said.

“That may be true but who said I was talking about the other person’s blood.” I joked with an amused look on his face. His smirk turned glare and he went off on me. I just laughed and let him. I saw a flash of yellow and blue. I looked over and saw my dad whisking Midoriya away. My face dropped.

“What’s wrong with you now?” Bakugo exclaimed. I looked at him surprised before I saw him look where I was originally. Midoriya and my dad were out of sight now.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” I said, covering up my dejected annoyance with a smirk. “Now, sorry. I wasn’t listening to you before. What were you saying?”

“You damn…” He growled.

*Time Skip*

The roar of the crowd was empowering but there was a lot on my mind. The sports festival is a big deal. The first two events were alright and I got through fine but the last one was trickier. There are a lot of students with great quirks that could kick my ass. I walked through the halls before I heard two familiar voices. (Reader is in the final round instead of Shiozaki.)

“What are they talking about now?” I whispered to myself. I leant against the wall a ways down the hall. I listened to them and heard Dad encourage Midoriya. After that, Midoriya walked out to the field. Dad began to walk down my way. “Hey dad.”

“Y/N, you spooked me.” He jumped, holding a hand to his chest.

“Sorry.” I said, chuckling.

“Well, it’s alright. You are doing well out there, my little Powerhouse.” I tensed at the nickname.

“Dad.” I whined. He chuckled before moving to walk on. “I’m nervous for the next round.”

“Everything will be fine, Y/N. You’ll see.” He said in a caring voice. He walked away and my shoulders dropped. I needed more than that. Much more. I turned and leant against the wall with my shoulder. I set my head against the wall and took a few un-steady breaths.

“What are you doing dumbass?” I jumped and looked at Bakugo disoriented. I shook my head. I had no idea how long I was standing there. “Are you crying?”

“What?” I reached up and wiped them away. “No just caught some dust in my eyes.” I said before I went to walk away but he caught my arm.

“That’s not it. What’s wrong?” He said softer. I noticed his grip on my arm was soft and…comforting? I looked up at him.

“I just needed some encouragement from someone who didn’t give it. That’s all no big deal.” I pulled away from his grip gently. I had only walked a few feet away when he spoke up.

“Whoever they are, they’re not worth your tears. You shouldn’t need anyone’s encouragement. You strong enough on your own.” I turned to him surprised. He had his back to me, hands in his pockets. I smiled sadly.

“If only you knew who I was talking about.” I whispered.

3rd POV

Bakugo looked over his shoulder as the girl walked away. He fully turned and watched her walk away. Crossing his arms across his chest as he thought about what she said. He knew she meant for him not to hear it but he did.

“Who are you talking about?” He asked out loud. He looked off in the distance in thought. It wasn’t until footsteps caught his attention. He looked behind him to see Deku coming up behind him.

“H-hey Kacchan.” He stuttered while looking a bit tired. Bakugo remembered that Deku had known L/N since before the first day of school.

“Deku! You know L/N, right?” Bakugo asked. He looked at Bakugo strangely.

“Yes. I do. Pretty well, I guess.”

“Who is important to her? Is there anyone here that would or should be in her corner?” Deku looked at him surprised.

“Um, yeah. There is.” He said tentatively.

“Who is it?” Bakugo growled. Deku looked at him before squaring his shoulders.

“I am afraid I cannot tell you, Kacchan. And before you ask me why, it’s not my place or right to tell you. There is a reason they haven’t told anyone and I will not break their trust by outing something that isn’t mine to tell.” Bakugo just stared at him in surprise before Deku walked off.

Y/N’s POV

I breathed out in pain as I walked back into the stadium halls. I had won my first battle against Kaminari but not the second against Iida. My confidence was already down and affected my performance. I rolled my shoulder as I sat down at a table. I pulled my leg up and relaxed back for a moment.

“You did great out there L/N!” Uraraka called out. I smiled at her.

“Thanks.” I called back. I got up a little bit later and walked out. I went to walk up to the student stands. In the corner of my eye is saw green and yellow. I didn’t want to look but did. I saw dad comforting Midoriya and I gave a shaky sigh. I shook my head, biting my lip before continuing on.

*Time Skip*

I was breathing hard but I still ran. I pushed myself harder to try and get away from the robots. This training session was intense and very hard. Half the class was already out and the last few were running dry. I could hear Bakugo and Midoriya just past some rubble. A hit landed right next to me, knocking me off balance.

“Umph.” I rolled off the side and back onto my feet. I dodged an attack before vaulting over a rubble wall. I paused, hearing the robot fussing on the other side. I looked around and saw Midoriya down the street. I rolled my eyes as he waved.

“You doing okay?” He asked.

“Just fine.” I snapped at him. He reeled back at the aggression.

“Are you sure? You’ve been rather testy lately. Did something happen?” He asked concerned. I sighed heavily.

“Of course something did. You’re both just to enamored to see!” I yelled before running on. He ran after me, trying to talk to me but I ignored him. We made way into the cityscape center. I saw Bakugo across the way.

“It’s too quiet here.” Midoriya commented. As soon as he said that, he was tackled off to the side.

“Shit.” I ducked as a bit of the robot flew over my head. I stumbled back, hitting a wall. I watched as he fought the robot with ease. My chest began to fell heavy.

“Come on, Miss L/N. Push on.” I heard my dad’s voice. I scoffed.

“That’s the most encouragement you’ve given me in a month.” I said under my breath. I pushed off the wall and started to fight another robot that showed up. I heard Bakugo on the other side doing the same. In the moment I heard Midoriya scream one of my dad’s catch phrases, I stopped. I just stood there, staring off.

“I give up.” I said softly.

“L/N! Are you alright?” I heard Midoriya yell.

“Oi, dumbass. Get moving!” Bakugo called across the field.

“Miss L/N, I would advise you moving on. Stalling is not advisable in the field.” I heard my father say through the field. I let out a sob. I fell to my knees, burying my face in my hands.

“I give up!” I screamed. “I can’t do this anymore. I. Give. Up!” I screamed, crying out. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I heard yelling around me but I didn’t care not anymore. I am tired, I am hurt, and I just want this to end.

“Y/N! Look out!” I heard Bakugo’s voice close to me. I looked up right as he grabbed me and pulled me off to the side. We rolled and landed a few feet away. I looked over and saw a robot where I once was. It started to move towards us but shut down. “What’s wrong with you dumbass?” Bakugo yelled at me. I looked at him and saw a glare but concern behind it.

“Are you alright, L/N? What happened to…”

“Stay away from me!” I screamed, shuffling back away from Midoriya as he run up. I hid my face in the back of Bakugo’s shoulder as Midoriya skidded to a stop. I peeked over Bakugo’s shoulder at him and he was in shock.

“Young L/N, are you alright?” We all looked over to see All Might and Aizawa running up.

“You stay away from me too!” I pointed at my dad. I hid my face again and gripped onto Bakugo’s arm. I felt him place a hand on mine but I could tell all of them were confused. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t immediately recognize the touch so I figured it was Aizawa. I peeked out at him with teary eyes.

“Are you alright?” I nodded before retracting back.

“L/N, what wrong?” Bakugo asked. I just shook my head.

“Not here, not now.” I mumbled.

“Alright.” Aizawa said and stood. “We’re done for the day. All of you go get changed and go home. You three, meet in the classroom.”

“Why me?” Bakugo yelled.

“Because you’re the only one that L/N seems to be comfortable around right now.” Aizawa said firmly. It was silent for a moment.

“Alright.” He agreed without another argument.

I was sitting on the cabinets in the back of the classroom with Bakugo leaning next to me. Midoriya and my dad were at the front of the classroom. I had calmed down some but was still upset. I wouldn’t even look at the two. Aizawa finally came in closing the door behind him.

“Okay. What is going on?” He asked out loud. I glanced at him before looking back out the window. “Not talking. Alright. Do you two know what it is that made her act this way? That made her break down in the middle of a dangerous training session?” From the accusation in his voice I could tell he already knew.

“I am not sure. I have never seen her act like this before.” My dad said. I chuckled darkly.

“Then open your eyes or take off the blinders.” I growled. He looked at me surprised. I saw Bakugo glance between the two of us. He raised an eyebrow at me.

“I am sure I don’t know what you mean. I…” I cut him off.

“Of course you don’t!” I shot up and yelled. “You haven’t noticed one thing about me in month’s dad! Ever since…” I looked at Midoriya. “Ever since then. I have been left behind. Every time I needed encouragement from you I got nothing. Every time I needed advice from you I got nothing.”

“That can’t be, I…”

“The sports festival! I was nervous about the last round and I told you! But the only thing you said was everything will be fine, you’ll see.” I laughed with no amusement. I could hear Bakugo muttering confused behind me. I looked back at him and he had surprise and confusion written all over his face. “Yes, All Might the symbol of Peace is my dad. Unfortunately at the moment.”

“Y/N.”

“No. I’m not done. You made me despise a person that has never done anything bad to me. I haven’t got anything from you since day one. Nothing substantial at least. I don’t have a mother and no one else in this world then my dad but it seems like he’s in someone else corner only. Everyone else corner than mine. Well at least you’ve never treated me bad right? I guess it’s not all bad.” I said in a dark tone.

“Y/N…” He stood stunned.

“Speechless, huh?” I chuckled, feeling tears coming on again. “Look, I don’t want stop with your prodigy but a little acknowledgement or help from time to time. Okay? Okay.” I said before grabbing my bag and walking out. I heard someone running behind me. I looked back to see Bakugo.

“So…your All Might’s daughter, huh?”

“Yeah, the one and only.” I said. I crossed my arms over my stomach as we walked. He hummed and we walked in silence. I could feel the silent tears falling down my face.

“As awesome as that is…right now All Might is my least favorite person right now. Even less than Deku. Why was he even involved in this? Whatever. They are both little shitty…”

“Bakugo!” I yelled frustrated. He fell silent. We stopped and I took a big breath. “I know this is your own way of trying to comfort me but it’s not working, alright? I just…” I covered my face with my hands for a second before letting them drop. I looked at him. “I just want to be alone alright? I can’t, I don’t…I just can’t right now.” I paused to look at him in the face. “I don’t want to blow up on you like I did him. So please, I just want to be alone.” I could see apprehension in his eyes but I didn’t care. I turned and walked away.

“You shouldn’t be alone right now.” He called after me. I could hear him take a few steps before stopping again.

“I know.” I said before turning a corner and walked away from him.

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[marrys-dream-world]

Imposter

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Summary:  Adrien's mother is kind and sweet and loving. The only problem is that it isn't her at all.

Notes: This is based off on this post by @infinitysgrace and a post athat I can’t find anymore, but was about how Emilie’s eye color could be wrong in the wishmaker flashback because it wasn’t her, it was a sentimonster. I took some liberties with sentimonster lore because I’m not 100% sure about all that, but I think it turned out well. 

One of Adrien’s earliest memories is of crying. 

He was young, perhaps three or four, and his room was blurry through his tears. When he grew older, he would get used to his father’s insistence that a night light was coddling Adrien, but at the moment, all he knew was the darkness surrounding him. The room was too big and his bed was in the middle of it, the light from the huge windows playing shadows that tricked his eyes. So he started crying, hoping it would call his parent’s attention and that they would come to him.

(When he grew older, he would learn that crying was useless.)

He felt more than saw his mother coming in, leaving the door open in a crack of light. Her arms wrap around him and she hums soothingly, the sound filling up his chest. She’s warm and smells sweet, like her favorite lavender perfume. He sinks into her, tears drying and sobs reducing to whines. He has tired himself out with that and would probably fall asleep even if left alone, but his mother doesn’t leave. She tucks him in and stays as his eyes close.

The last thing he sees are her wide blue eyes. 

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Both his parents have drastic mood changes, but Adrien would say that his mother is the most prominent example of this. His father is usually just stoic and, if Adrien pushes him enough, gets annoyed with him. At worst, he’ll get angry and rage at Adrien, calmed down only by his mother’s calm words as she diverts his attention so Adrien can get away. His mother, though, always feels like whiplash.

“Why can’t I go with you?” Adrien, aged seven, asks his mother. He’s sitting on her bed as she packs her bag for another trip with his father. He stopped keeping count of them after the fifth. 

“You’re too young, baby.” She said and even the pet name didn’t stop the sting from her dismissive tone. “Next time, okay?”

He bits back a ‘you said that last time, too’. 

“But I’m already- “

“Adrien.” His mother chides, frowning. Her (disappointed) green eyes held him down. “I said you could stay here with me if you weren't going to be disruptive. Can’t you behave, just this once?”

He swallows back a lump in his throat. “I-I’m sorry, mother.”

But she already turned her back to him and packed the rest of her bag in silence. His mother leaves out her customary goodbye kiss when she leaves for the trip. He isn’t allowed downstairs to see them go and Nathalie insists it isn't a punishment, even though it feels like it. Adrien mopes in his room, not feeling up to enjoy his free day, no tutors or photoshoots, when all he can think about is his mother.

That’s why he’s taken back when she walks in his room.

“Mother?” He gaps, unable to hide his surprise. “I thought you left. Aren’t you going to miss your trip?!”

“I changed my mind, Adrien. Your father and I decided that the trip would be more productive with just him.” She said, eyes warm. Adrien always thought it was beautiful how her eyes could look blue or green, depending on the light. 

“But why?” He asked. She had been so excited for the trip!

“To stay with my precious son, of course.” His mother said, taking him into her arms.

All his questions evaporated right then and there. 

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After their last trip, his parents decided to take a break from traveling. To network, his father informed him, which meant more boring family dinners and stiff ties. His mom always tuts when he complains about it, so he stays silent this time. At least it’s a dinner with Chloé, his best friend, and her family, so he and her are really only required to have dinner and then they can go off and play in the hotel rooms. 

“Arnold- “ Mrs. Bourgeois starts during dinner, before being nervously corrected by her husband.

“It’s Adrien, dear.”

“Oh right, Adrien. You grew up really well, you look more like your mother everyday.” Other people say it gushing, followed by a ‘so cute’ and pinches to the cheek. Mrs. Bourgeois says it like it’s a fact she approves of; Chloé even copies the small nod her mother makes. “You have her eyes.”

“Thank you, ma’am, but I don’t think so.” He says as politely as he can, but everyone in the table still throws him confused glances.

“You don’t think you look like your mother?” His father asked, raising an eyebrow.

Adrien shook his head. “No, I just don’t think I have her eyes. Mother’s eyes are blue and green and mine are just green.”

The Bourgeois family looks at him like he grew a second head. His parents, however, become tense all of sudden.

“Emilie, Gabriel, I think your son might be colorblind.” Mrs. Bourgeois says dryly and Adrien waits for his parents to come to his defense. They don’t. 

“Maybe. You know how children are.” His mother says, lightly. “I love your hat, Audrey. Is it new?”

The topic changes to Audrey’s new fashion exploits and Adrien and Chloé are finally allowed to go play. 

(Nathalie takes him to an eye doctor Mr. Bourgeois recommended the next day. The colorblind tests come back as negative.)

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At age eight, Adrien was already used to working on fashion shows for his father’s brand. It didn’t make them easier to go through, however. 

It’s a summer one, this time, and his clothes are light and airy and his skin felt itchy and hot in the air conditioned cat walk. Looking at the bright lights around him hurt and the camera felt like it was looking uncomfortably deep into his soul. Was it too obvious that he wanted to run away? The crowd claps everytime he comes and everyone is smiling. Except for his father. 

After the show, his father spends the rest of the ride in silence as his mother tries to defuse the heavy tension that permeated the air with small talk and gushing compliments about the clothes and Adrien’s performance. It falls flat as she hardly looks like she’s up for talking, dark shadows under her eyes and skin paler than usual. Whenever Adrien asks her if she’s sick, she denies. As soon as they arrive home, he drags Adrien from the car towards the house, grip strong on his left upper arm. 

“Do you enjoy embarrassing me in front of everyone, Adrien?” His father asked calmly, but his hand tightened on his arm. 

Adrien couldn’t speak. It felt like it was happening to someone else, his mind weirdly detached from the situation. The only thing stopping him from floating away was the pain in his arm. 

“That’s enough, Gabriel.” He heard his mother, voice muffled. It felt like he was underwater in the pool and she was speaking from far away. Her hand, though, he felt acutely as she extricated his father’s hand from his arm. “Adrien, go, please.”

He runs away without second thought, only pausing guiltily at leaving his mother with his irate father when he starts hearing his father’s screaming. Adrien hides under the blankets in his room, heart racing long after the noise stops as he tries to focus his mind into anything else. He startles when he feels a hand touching his blanket cocoon. 

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby.” He hears his mother’s voice and frantically tears his blanket away. 

Adrien relaxes as he looks into her wide blue eyes and comforting smile, trying to leap for a hug. She stops him. 

“Let me see your arm first.” She says and he reluctantly takes off his jacket, wincing. The bruise on his arm doesn’t look pretty, so it’s for the best that he doesn’t go out much after fashion shows. “I can’t believe I let you get hurt.”

Her tone is soft and she looks, weirdly enough, genuinely confused as she touches the bruise on his arm and coos in apology as he flinches. 

“Father is just stressed.” Adrien parrots back his mother’s usual spiel after his dad does something less than exemplary. “It’s just how she is, it’s okay.”

"It 's not okay.” His mother says right away. “I’m supposed to not let anything hurt you, Adrien.” 

She says that with such a passion that he can believe she actually means it. But instead of the elation he expected when he heard it, all he felt was a surge of anger. Because why now? After all those moments when she scolded him for avoiding his father or not looking him in the eye, why now?

“There isn’t anything we can do about it, is there?.” He snaps, echoing her words to him from what felt like yesterday. 

She deflated. “I’m sorry. There isn’t.”

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His father went away from a trip again and his mother, once again, decided to stay. 

Spending time with his mother during father’s trip was great, especially since she was in such a good mood and looking much healthier than she did these days. She lets him have an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert as soon as Nathalie turns her back on them, she spends the whole day playing with him in the garder, she helps with his homework and makes him a snack between classes. They play the piano together, making up different tunes and giggling. 

“Don’t I have to practice this?” He asked, pointing to the sheets of the classical song he was supposed to learn. 

His mother wrinkled her nose.

“You already work too hard, Adrien, it’s nice to have some fun once in a while.” She said, twisting her wedding ring on her finger. She usually didn’t wear it when spending time with him, only when she spent time with father, so it caught his attention. “Besides, nobody has to know.” 

They watch a movie he picked that night. His mother rarely did that and when she did, she was very picky about it. Artist stuff, he supposed. This time he got to choose, though, and he picked on based on a manga he liked, Astroboy. His mother seemed excited in the beginning, but her mood quickly subdued as the movie went on. 

“Are you not liking it?” He whispered to her and she shook her head.

“I am, baby, don’t worry. Are you?”

“Yeah. It's not really like the manga, but I like it.” He said. “I just think it’s a little unfair, you know. How he doesn’t know he isn’t really the scientist’s son, that he’s just a robot.”

His mother’s arms tighten around him. “I don’t think it’s unfair.”

“Really?” Adrien watched as the images from the screen played on his mother’s blue eyes.

“Really.” She repeated. “Him knowing would be crueler.”

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At age ten, Adrien is awakened on a rainy night by his mother shaking him.

It was the night his father was supposed to come back from a trip and he had spent a fun day with his mother, studying and playing (“You need both to be a healthy boy, Adrien!” She grinned at him and he beamed back at her). His mother had looked a little skittish earlier, looking over her shoulder often only to just find Natahalie and fidgeting with the ring on her hand, that she usually wore every time his father was traveling. She wouldn't tell him what was wrong and insisted she hadn’t been sick. Nevertheless, he worried. 

“Mother, what’s wrong?” He asked, sleepiness fading away as he noticed how frantic she looked. 

“Adrien, I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Every moment I’ve been conscious, it’s been on my mind. Can you trust me?” She asked him, stroking his head with the hand that wore her wedding ring, and he nodded. “I need you to pack a small bag and come with me, okay? We’re going on a trip, just you and me.”

“A trip?” It was all he ever wanted, but the look in his mother’s blue eyes made him hesitate. “Is everything okay?”

“No, baby.” She said, kissing the top of his head. “But it will be. Hurry up, I need you to pack while I handle some things. Meet me downstairs in five minutes, okay?”

With anyone else, even his father, he would have asked more questions. This was his beloved mother, though, so he just got up and started to pack his clothes and some of his stuff that he couldn’t do a few days without. He carefully closed his door, running down the stair and to his mother by the door. She looked damp, her outfit changed and an umbrella hanging by her feet along with some bags. 

“Adrien?” She asked, turning her green eyes to him. In her left hand, she held her wedding ring.

“Mother? Are you okay?” He asked, noting how much paler and shakier she looked than when he saw her upstairs. 

“Yes, of course.” His mother said as she put her wedding ring back on. “Whatever I said to you upstairs, forget it, okay?”

“W-what?”

“I didn’t know what I was saying.” She said, eyes staring straight at her ring. “Don’t worry, it won’t happen again. Go back to bed, baby. Your father is back earlier than expected and he won’t like to see you up so late. ”

He nodded, unwilling to argue, and took his bag back with him to his room. His mother suddenly acting weird and standoffish wasn’t anything new, it was fine. She would go back to being his sweet, kind mother soon enough. He was sure of it. 

(She never did.)

[sturchling]

Hey, I was wondering if you could do a story of marinette moving to Gotham.

And going to gotham academy and having her own boutique. Damienette pairing. Cat noir salt. You dont have to if u dont want too.

Sorry for the long wait, work has been keeping me super busy lately. I hope you like this and it was worth the wait! I had a hard time trying to work in the Chat Noir salt, so its more like Adrien salt. Let me know what you think!

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Marinette was tired of Lila and her lies. She was tired of Adrien’s refusal to help defend her from the liar. And she was tired of everyone believing the liar over Marinette. Most of the school now believed that Marinette was a horrible bully that had been attacking Lila since she arrived. Marinette had been removed as class rep and was constantly given detention by Mr. Damocles. Marinette’s parents have been very supportive, and now realized that Lila was just a malicious liar. But even with their support, it had become to much for Marinette and she knew it was time to leave Paris.

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Her parents were hesitant when she brought up the idea. Marinette had found a study abroad program where she could attend Gotham academy, hosted by Bruce Wayne himself. She discussed it with her parents, really hoping to convince them. They were obviously concerned for a number of reasons. The main one being the crime rate in Gotham. They knew that Marinette needed to get away from Paris, that things had gotten bad in the city for her. But they didn’t want to send her to a dangerous city where she could be hurt or killed. But after speaking with Marinette for several hours, they started to realize how excited Marinette was for the opportunity. While they were still worried, they knew this was the right place for Marinette. And they were comforted that if she was accepted, she would be hosted by and staying with Bruce Wayne. His manor is one of the safest places in the city. So, they agreed with Marinette that she could apply the program.

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So Marinette applied to the study abroad program. She didn’t tell anyone at the school, not like anyone in the class was speaking to her anyway. She waited anxiously for news from the program, hoping to hear that she had been accepted.  The longer she didn’t hear anything, the more anxious she became. She was sure that she had been rejected and they just hadn’t told her. Marinette had just got back from a particularly bad day at school, when she noticed she had a new email. An email from the study abroad program. She raced to open the email, and started cheering when she read the line We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Gotham Academy Study Abroad Program. Marinette raced downstairs and told her parents the news. The email said that she would be expected in Gotham by the end of the month. It went on to explain details of the program. That night the Dupain-Cheng family celebrated, and began preparing for Marinette’s departure. 

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The last month of Marinette’s time in Paris seemed to drag on and on. Everyday she had to listen to Lila’s lie all day long and the whole class fawn over here. She had to endure Lila accusing her of bullying almost daily and almost daily detentions. But finally, it was her final day at the Dupont. She was almost giddy as she walked to Mr. Damocles’ office with her parents. When she entered the office and Mr. Damocles saw her, he just sighed. “What did you do now Miss Dupain-Cheng?” Then he saw her parents in the office and straightened up. “I didn’t do anything Mr. Damocles. I never did anything Lila accused me of, but I know you will never believe me on that. We are just here to get my academic records and inform you that I will no longer be attending this school after today.” Mr. Damocles was flustered by the sudden declaration. “What do you mean you won’t be attending anymore? Where are you going?” Mr. Dupain stepped forward, barely containing his contempt for this man who had been helping to make his daughter miserable. “Marinette will be studying abroad in America for the next year at least. Now, give us the academic records.” Mr. Damocles stuttered for a while, wondering how such a bully got accepted to such an amazing program. But soon, the Dupain-Chengs got the records from him and were on their way.

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 Marinette went down to the locker room with her parents and started emptying her locker. Class hadn’t started yet so, everyone was still in the locker room. They were confused when Marinette started emptying her locker. Adrien, who was about the only  person that still talked to Marinette from time to time, approached the young designer. “Marinette? What are you doing?” Marinette didn’t look at any of them, continuing to empty her locker as she responded. “I am emptying my locker. Starting Monday, I will no longer be here for school. I am transferring to Gotham Academy.” The class stood in shock, they never expected Marinette to leave. Sure they were happy that Lila would be able to come to school in peace, but it would be weird without Marinette here. They just stood in shocked silence, as Marinette finished with her locker and walked out with her parents. 

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Adrien was shocked by Marinette’s decision. Why would she leave? He knew things had been tough for her lately, but he had kept telling her that it would get better soon. Soon the class would realize that Lila was a liar. That she just had to wait a little longer. But Marinette had clearly given up and was running away. That wasn’t like Marinette at all. When he had the chance, Adrien was going to go pay her a visit in Gotham and convince her to return. 

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Marinette was already loving Gotham. She had been met at the airport by Alfred who brought her to the manor. Mr. Wayne was very nice and introduced her to his children as well. Marinette was the same age as Damian and would be in the same class as him as well. Damian had expected to be irritated by this girl when he was first informed of their guest. But to his surprise, he didn’t find her presence as repulsive as everyone else. 

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Weeks went by and Marinette was having a wonderful time. She had made some wonderful friends in her class, though she was nervous to try and make friends after Mrs. Bustier’s class. But she was welcomed warmly by her new class. Her and Damian had also grown close over the weeks. They had started dating recently, and would often spend their time together quietly working on their different craft projects; Marinette working on her designs, and Damian working on his most recent painting. The Waynes were shocked at the change Marinette had caused in the youngest Wayne. Damian was still a very reserved person, but he was considerably warmer to Marinette and had started to act warmer to his family as well. 

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While Marinette wasn’t aware of it, her departure brought about Lila’s downfall. Lila hadn’t been at school recently, on a ‘diplomatic trip to Achu’, and because of that, she didn’t know Marinette left Paris. So when she came back, she was planning on making her next attack against Marinette’s reputation. She used makeup to make fake bruises and called up her tears as she entered the classroom. The class was horrified to see their friend crying and injured. They raced forward and asked Lila what happened. “It was horrible. As soon as I returned to the city last night, Marinette was waiting for me outside my home. She was so mad that she got detention for a week when I told Mr. Damocles that she had stolen my book. She beat me up and said if I ever said anything I would regret it! I am so scared!” Lila was proud of this performance. It was probably one of her best performances yet. But when she looked up at the class, she was surprised to see that the class was staring at her doubtfully. 

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Alya, feeling dread in her stomach, asked “Are you sure it was Marinette last night? No chance it was someone else?” Lila, irritated that they were questioning her, didn’t notice the tension in the room. “Of course it was Marinette. I saw her face and there is no way it was anyone else last night.” Nino, who was now realizing that this could mean that Marinette was right and that Lila was a liar, asked “What do you mean Marinette attacked you last night? Marinette moved to Gotham almost two weeks ago. She couldn’t have attacked you last night.”  Now Lila was horrified. This was a major mistake. Lila was trying to back pedal, and figure a way out of this mess, but the class had realized at this point that Lila was lying and that she had probably been lying before when Marinette was still here. The class started to yell at Lila as they realized that she had been lying to them all this time. Lila raced from the room, not wanting to face the class. The class quickly tried to reach out to Marinette, to apologize and ask her to come home, but the number they had for her had been disconnected. Adrien was disappointed that Marinette hadn’t told anyone her new number, not even him. He was going to go to Gotham soon and try to convince her to come back. He was sure their Everyday Ladybug would be willing to come back.

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One day, weeks after Lila’s exposure, Damian and Marinette were sitting in the garden just relaxing. After watching Marinette work on a new design, Damian said, “Marinette, you should really try to open a boutique. Your work is terrific and you would be very successful.” Marinette seemed shocked for a moment. “You really think I should? I wouldn’t even know where to start. And how would I afford a building? I don’t think I could do it.” Marinette continued to anxiously ramble, until Damian came to stand in front of Marinette. “Marinette, Angel, breathe. I am sure you would do wonderfully. And as for the building, my father has multiple buildings in the city that he isn’t using. I am sure he would allow you to set up in one of them.” After more convincing, Marinette agreed to at least ask Bruce about it. When they approached Bruce, he was very willing to help Marinette set up her first boutique. He had seen the girl’s designs and knew that she would be a major success. Marinette felt bad about just taking one of his buildings and accepting his help with getting everything she needed for the boutique, but she accepted when Bruce told her to consider it a loan if that made her more comfortable. Then, they immediately started setting up her boutique.

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After about a month, everything was set up and Marinette’s boutique had opened under the name MDC. She was an instant success and quickly became very busy with several orders from big name clients. As time went on, Marinette began to feel like Gotham was her home. One day, after she had closed the boutique and was leaving with Damian to go on a date, they were approached by a familiar face. “Adrien?” Adrien smiled and approached her. “Hi Marinette.” Damian sensing the tension, stepped closer to Marinette. “Who is this Marinette?” Adrien looked at the boy standing next to Marinette and didn’t recognize him at all. “Damian, this is Adrien, someone I knew in Paris. Adrien, this is my boyfriend Damian.” That took Adrien by surprise, but he moved past it. He was sure that Marinette would leave this Damian and come back to Paris where she belonged.

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“So what are you doing here Adrien?” Adrien smiled again, “I am here to bring you home Marinette! Lila has been found out and she is gone. You don’t have to keep hiding here in Gotham. You can come home and back to the class. Everything can go back to normal.” Marinette just stared at him, as Damian started to get angry. Adrien didn’t pick up on the tension. “So come on. Lets go get your things. We can fly back to Paris in the morning.” Adrien tried to grab her arm, but Marinette moved back, avoiding him. “I’m sorry Adrien, but I’m not going back. I am really happy here. I still have months with the study abroad program and may stay here permanently if I can. I have friends who wouldn’t leave me for a liar. Damian is here. And my boutique is doing really well. I am not ready to go back to Paris.” Adrien just rolled his eyes. “Come on Marinette, you have friends in Paris, and you can set up a new boutique in Paris. Its no big deal. So come on, lets go.” Adrien once again tried to grab at Marinette’s arm, this time Damian got in his way and shoved him back. “Marinette said she didn’t want to go with you so that is that. You should go now, you have embarrassed yourself enough.” Adrien glared at Damian, angry that he was getting in his way. “I am not leaving. Not until Marinette tells me to, so stay out of this.” Marinette stepped out from behind Damian, looking more confident then Adrien ever remembered seeing her. “Adrien you should leave. I am happy here and I am not going back to Paris. My ‘friends’ in Paris turned their backs on me because of the liar’s pretty words. My friends here would never do that to me. Now please leave.” Adrien was shocked, and didn’t move. Damian rolled his eyes and guided Marinette around Adrien and back to the manor.

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Adrien went back to Paris, alone, the day after his conversation with Marinette. He was surprised that Marinette wouldn’t come back with him. Mrs. Bustier’s class was sad when Adrien came back without Marinette. They had hoped she would come back, but unlike Adrien, they knew the chances were slim. While they were sad that Marinette was gone and that they had chased off such a good friend, they were happy that she had found a place that she could live happily. They tried to move on, hoping that one day they may get the chance to apologize to Marinette in person. 

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Marinette stayed in Gotham after her conversation with Adrien. She finished her year with the study abroad program and then decided to live in Gotham permanently, with her parents blessing. She continued to stay at the manor, living happily with the Waynes. She continued using the horse miraculous to go back and forth to Paris for the akumas and soon revealed her identity to the Waynes once she realized they were the Batfam. Her boutique continued to be a major success. Her life had improved in every way it could. She was surrounded by true friends, she had a boyfriend who truly cared for her, her fashion business had started with great success, and she didn’t have to deal with the liar anymore. She was the happiest she had been in a long time, and she intended to be this happy for the rest of her life in Gotham.

[goldencherryhazz]

Better than sex

A/n: it’s currently nearly midnight and I have been working on this for the past three hours, so I don’t even know if it makes sense but I will check in the morning lol! Notes would be much appreciated, pls don’t copy my work!

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, choking, oral fem!recieving, fluff

Agreeing to go on tour with Harry was one of the best decisions you’ve ever made, travelling to every corner of the world and watching your boyfriend perform in front of thousands of people in the most extravagant outfits every night was honestly a dream, but now after four months being on the road with him you we’re finally going home for a break.

‘Wake up darling’ Harry said stroking your cheek, it was only 7’o’clock in the evening in the uk, but jet lag was getting the better of you so Harry being more accommodated to flying here there an everywhere gladly drove you two home from the airport whilst you napped.

You give him a lazy smile stretching your arms in the air ‘we’re home H’ you say excitedly looking at the front of your home, you honestly thought you forgot what it looked like after not seeing it for 4 months.

‘Yes we are my love’ admiring his girl and how cute she looked rubbing her sleepy eyes with her whole palm like a child.

He opens his door and climbs out of the car, quickly making his way to your side to open the door for you like the gentleman he is, ‘m’lady’ he gestures for to to get out the car ‘well thankyou kind sir’ you giggle at him, pecking his cheek on your way to the back of the car.

You two make a quick job of getting all your luggage into the house, only dumping them in the porch already agreeing to deal with it in the morning.

You walk into the kitchen to be greeted by Daisy, your two’s cat who Anne had kindly looked after whilst you and Harry were touring, you felt bad for leaving her for so long but Anne had insisted seeing as Daisy got along with her cats aswell, so she basically had a massive sleepover, ‘hey dais how are you, missed you soo much’ you coo towards her she let you stroke her for a maximum of two seconds before she spots Harry in the doorway and bounds over to him. You chuckle, Daisy had always had a soft spot for Harry and you couldn’t really blame her ‘not giving mama cuddles huh, missed your daddy too much’ he said with the cat laid in his arms, her paws up as if she was in surrender. Eventually she scrambled out of his arms going to her bed in the living room you presumed.

‘Wanna go and watch a film in bed baby, you can choose whatever you want promise I won’t make you watch The Notebook again’

‘Yeah sounds perfect’ she smiles walking to grab his outstretched hand which didn’t have any rings on which was a strange sight after being so used to seeing him with them on.

The two of you trudge up the stairs, and when you finally make it to the top you run into the bedroom that you and Harry shared, and jumped onto your California king bed, making Harry laugh at your antics. You had truly missed this bed after being in a different hotel at least once every two days over the last four months, there was just something about the duvet and the memory foam mattress topper that you couldn’t get enough of, the sheets were also extra soft and smelled like fresh flowers, you laid flat on your back with tight arms and legs splayed out like a starfish, as you practically sunk into the mattress ‘this is better than sex’ you say jokingly but sounding quite serious due to how comfortable you were at that moment.

This made Harry spin round to face you with his eyebrows raised a smirk on his lips, he made his way to the bed, you had your eyes closed so when you felt his breath again the side of your neck it made you jump and had a shiver running out your spine ‘are you sure about that sweet girl’

You open you eyes in shock, not knowing what you said would get him riled up that quickly, or bruise his over so increasing ego, but you knew if you kept playing along he would give it to you really good just so that he could prove you wrong, and you were all for it.

‘Are you saying that this bed is better than my cock...my fingers...and my mouth?’ Kissing you on the sweet spot on your neck between his words.

‘Hmm, I don’t know you’ll have to show me can’t remember.’

‘Oh baby you don’t know what you’ve gotten your self into, I’m gonna make you remember it for days’ making a moan escape your lips, he pounced on top of you pinning you arms above your head kissing you on you lips multiple times before dragging them down your

Harry knew you were probably joking but he loved having his way with you and for the last 4 months being on tour the only sort of intimacy you two had was quick fucks in dressing and hotel rooms with being so busy all the time and at night Harry was understandably tired after doing a show. He wanted to dominate the shit out of you tonight and you had just added fuel to the fire, so with no fear of someone walking in on you both he was going to let loose.

He pulls back and releases your arms, ‘strip for my baby, then I want you to sit at the top of the bed with your back against the headboard’ you moaned softly at his words, already putty in his hands and instantly start undressing as he did the same.

Once you were naked, and sat against the headboard you couldn’t help but stare at your boyfriend pulling his t-shirt over his head making his arms flex, your pussy become slick with your wetness as you watched him. Once he freed his cock from the confines of his boxers, he gives his shaft a few tugs trying to relieve some of the building pressure.

‘Jesus, can smell you from here’ he moans crawling up the bed, you legs spreading even more on instinct to give him more room. He lays on his belly once he is closer to you wrapping his arms around your thighs swiftly dragging you so that his face was barely centre metres away from your sopping cunt, you drape you legs over his shoulder heels digging into his back.

‘M’gonna use my mouth and my fingers and I’m gonna make you cum so hard that you squirt everywhere sweet girl’ you squirm in his grip his eyes looking directly into yours. He gives you no warning as he ducks down pressing a kiss directly on your clit, then licking a bold stripe up your entire pussy ‘always to wet for me, you taste just like a strawberry angel.’ You throw your head back, you hands gripping onto the sheets to prepare yourself for what was to come.

He focuses back on your clit flicking his tongue from side to side, he teases a his middle finger round your entrance making you buck your hips ‘patience sweet girl’ he says removing his lips from your clit to suck a hickey onto the inside of your thigh.

‘Feels so so good daddy’ the first words you had spoken except moan after moan since Harry started, your fingers pinching your nipples, he smirks up at the pet name, his cock twitching against the sheets.

He decides to give you his fingers, inserting two at the same time, you whine at how easily they slid into you. He gives no time to adjust curling them into a ‘cone hither’ motion then pumping them in and out going knuckle deep every time hitting spots that you would never have been able to fine with your own, a calloused finger rubbing tight circles around you clit. ‘How good is daddy making you feel, tell me’

‘So f-fucking good, your fingers feel amazing inside me daddy’ you can’t stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head as his mouth finds it’s place back on your clit, adding a third finger into you cunt, still thrusting at a delicious pace, You could feel the knot tightening in your belly, but not only that you felt like a balloon was ready to burst within you.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, knowing that he loved it when you tugged on his curls, but you also did it so that he wouldn’t pull away and deny you of an orgasm when you were almost falling off the edge.

‘Clenching around my fingers baby, know your gonna cum, stop holding back leg go for me’.

‘Shit daddy, I’m so close’ you cry out

‘Yeah you gonna squirt for me, soak the sheets?’

‘Yes daddy’

‘Go on then, cum for me sweet girl’

You couldn’t hold back any longer, after a few more thrusts of his fingers you let go screaming as you do, the ballon inside you also bursting resulting in you squirting over the lowers portion of Harry’s face and the sheets beneath, he moaned out. Your legs were shaking, your head was thrown back, and your back arched as he continued thrusting his fingers inside of you to ride out your intense orgasm. After a few moments you took in a sharp breath having forgotten how to breathe ‘holy shit daddy’ you barely mustered up, you felt like you were floating in mid air, you don’t think you’ve cum that hard in a very long time.

After a couple of minutes you start to come down from your high, you look at Harry who was still in the same position, his eyes were glazed over in lust ‘that was so fucking hot angel, swear I could’ve cum just right there and then’ he licks your folds cleaning up you up a bit. Harry swore he could spend hours between your legs, he couldn’t get enough of your taste.

Eventually he presses one last kiss on your clit, before blowing air directly onto the small bud, making you squirm at the overstimulation.

He moves up you body, pressing kisses against your skin along the way, swirling his tongue around your hardened nipples then blowing air only each in just like he had done to your clit making a shiver run up your spine. He reaches your lips kissing, dipping his tongue into your mouth so that you could taste your juices.

‘Was that good sweet girl’ his words muffled by your lips.

‘Yes daddy, m’kinda sleepy now though’ you say shutting you eyes a lazy smile spreading across your face.

‘No falling asleep on me now, haven’t even fucked you yet, m’cocks leakin’ for you.’

This makes you perk up a bit, now yearning to be filled with Harry’s cock, you had only just come down from your last orgasm but you were ready for another one.

‘Want you to come deep inside of me daddy, want you to fill me up so bad’ you whine.

‘You want my cock baby’

‘Yes please daddy’ you were desperate now.

‘Well since you asked so nicely’ he reaches down tugging his cock a few times spreading pre-cum over his length, before slipping into your warm cunt both of you groaning at the feeling, he thrusts all the way inside you his length stretching your walls deliciously.

‘Ohhh sweet girl, swear you pretty cunt was made for me, can I move now’

‘Yes daddy, you can move’ he instantly complies not being able to stay still any longer. He starts a steady pace pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back in hitting the deepest spots within you. You reach your arms over his shoulders tracing some of his tattoos along the way then gripping onto the soft skin. Whimpers and groans filled the room as Harry buried his face in your neck, your natural scent mixed with your favourite perfume intoxicating him, you take your chance to suck a hickey onto his neck after not having much time to mark him up.

He was fucking into you at a fast pace now, getting lost in pleasure ‘so deep daddy’ you moan. He moved his face from you neck, gripping onto the headboard with one hand to get more leverage, the sight of him above you pounding you into the mattress turned you on even more if that was possible.

‘Daddy can you c-choke me’

His hand flies to your throat gripping it just enough so it restricted you breathing slightly, ‘like that baby, you love it when daddy rough with you, don’t ya’

‘Yes daddy, fucking love it’ you scream as he starts hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

‘Oh shit, daddy’s gonna cum, you gonna cum with me’ he groans hand getting slightly tighter around your throat.

‘I’m gonna cum to daddy, please keep fucking me like that’ your eyes roll into the back of you head you heels looped round his back and crossed at the ankle to keep him as close as possible. His thrusts start to falter and his cock twitches telling you he was about to fall over the edge ‘cum inside me daddy, want you to paint my walls with your cum, please daddy want it soo much’ you whimper also starting to tumble over.

‘Shit I’m cumming’ he growls sheathing into your cunt his cock twitching one last time, his balls resting heavy against the space between your pussy and your tight second hole, he emptied his load inside you, the sensation of his seed filling you up also made you cum, Harry’s grip on your throat giving you a head-rush as you do, you both felt euphoric. After the waves of your release come crashing down in you your body goes limp, you know that you will be sore tomorrow and probably the day after but it was all worth it. Harry’s takes longer to come down from his high, his cum now dripping out of your pussy. ‘You okay bub’ you say sweetly looking up at him.

‘Oh I’m more than okay baby, feel fucking incredible’

He takes his loosened hand off of your throat before resting his body on top of yours, his cock still buried inside of you ‘I take back that last statement about this bed being better than sex’ you whispered breathlessly into his hair stroking through the sweaty curls.

‘You better’ he tiredly laughs into your neck.

[purecantarella]

Reunited

belated happy Dahyun day! 💓🍞 so this is a tad overdue but here it is HAHAHAH the fic is hella long, over 2k words but i honestly have no clue how it happened?? guess i got carried away. anyway enjoy! disclaimer : this is a three genred fic, so fluff, angst, and smut. viewers discretion is advised, if you're below 18, please find something fluffier or angstier things to read.

Dahyun was incredibly upset with you, and she didn’t want to be, especially not now. It was the eve before her birthday when you told her that you had to miss your date with her to rehearse for your group’s latest comeback. While she didn’t want to be petty, especially since she understood the lifestyle you lead, she was still sad that you weren’t going to be around on her special day for the first time since you got together years ago.

“Are you sure you can’t just escape?” The pale girl asked rhetorically as she lay in the bed, staring at your image on her phone screen. Biting your lip as you stared at her sympathetically gave her all the answers she needed. Your girlfriend sighed sadly, leaning back into the bed. “I know it sucks, sunshine.” A prominent pout appearing on her lips, making you chuckle softly.

You looked around before whispering into you device, “I just want to be with you right now…” Seeing your fellow idol’s pout begin to crack, you continued to flatter her. “Doing everything I want to do to you…” You paused, gauging her reaction. Dahyun had given you her full attention, a sly smirk gracing her lips.

“What would that be, L/n?” She questioned, propping her phone up on her pillow, her hand holding up her chin. Dark chocolate orbs trained intently on you making you grin playfully. “Why cuddle, of course! What else, Kim?” You retorted making her groan out before laughing softly. A satisfied smile finds its way onto your lips.

“There’s my Dahyunie.” You said, making her cheeks tint to a cute pink hue. “I just wanted to see you smile, sunshine. I hate seeing you so upset, especially if I’m the cause.” Dahyun, feeling guilty, stroked your grainy face through her phone. She placed a gentle kiss over the screen, making you chuckle softly, trying to expel the sinking feeling in your chest. As she was close to the screen, she whispered like a prayer, “It’s not your fault.”

Before you could get another word in, your bandmates called out to you, making you cringe and sigh heavily. As she could sense your disappointment, she hushed you and offered you the smile that you fell in love with. “Go! I want to see you do well during your comeback!” Flashing a sad smile, you nodded before getting up and walking over to your bag to put your phone back in your bag. “I love you, Dubu. I’ll talk to you soon, my sunshine.”

The moment the line died, Dahyun fell onto her side feeling bad about herself. She ran a hand through her hair trying to hold back her irrational tears. It’d been months since she last saw you, and it was becoming harder and harder to not miss your soft voice, the way you held her when you cradled her at night, the sweet way you smelled. Just you. The pale Korean simply closed her eyes and dreaded another moment without you in it.

On the other side of Seoul, you stared down at your phone, your beloved ray of sunshine as your lockscreen. You bit the inner layer of your cheek softly before nonchalantly tossing your phone into the piles of bags, swinging your arms back and forth frustrated. When your leader saw you, they couldn’t help but laugh at your expression. You glared at them as you began stretching again.

“Shove off. It’s hard enough that I haven’t seen her in months, makes it worse that I can’t be with her on her birthday.” You breathed out before pushing your hair out of your face. The other idols around you chuckled in their own accord before one said, “She’s turning 23, Y/n. I’m sure she can handle one without you.” You sighed sadly and nodded slowly before proceeding to practice your dance moved to yourself as your other members looked at you, a guilty feeling resonating with them.

After the practice, your members piled over you. You’d been distraught the whole time and it was about time that they did something for you and Dahyun. As you slung your bag over your shoulder, prepared to go home, all of them stopped you. You raised a brow at them, your tired features making them feel worse than they already did.

“Y/n, we’re sorry that you can’t see Dahyun right now—” You cut them off with a tired sigh, the frustration in your chest building more with the explicit reminder. “Yeah, I get it. I’ll get over it.” The group’s leader cut you off hastily by saying, “No, no, we’re legitimately sorry for belittling your problems, and we want to help.”

A small smile began to etch its way onto your lips as you heard what they said. “Help how exactly?” The other members looked at each other, small grins on each of their faces. “You’ll see, N/n-unnie!” Your maknae said dragging you along making you laugh.

The next day, Dahyun rose from her bed tired and managing a slight headache from both the tears and tossing around in bed the night before. Releasing a heavy sigh as she looked down at her phone. With the multiple greetings from her family, her friends, and the Onces, a genuine smile befell her with the sense of sadness that not a single text or post from you came up.

Sana was the first one in the room, a big, happy smile on her face as she ran up to her member and friend excitedly, tackling Dahyun to the bed. Both of them laughed as she wrapped her arms around the Japanese woman.

“Happy Birthday, Dahyun!” She cried out loudly, catching the attention of the other girls as they all began to pile into the room. They all burst out singing, off-tune and loud, causing the celebrant to laugh and clap for them, dancing along to the out of harmony singing. For a moment, the rapper felt truly happy.

“Okay, so after practice today, Dubu…” Jihyo paused briefly, to build up the suspense of the night. “We’re going to dinner, Nayeon-unnie and Momo-unnie are going to buy drinks and we’ll come home and have some fun of our own. How does that sound?” The vocalist offered with her signature gummy smile. Dahyun nodded, looking at the girls around her, feeling grateful for the people here yet she still held hopes that you would find a way to get to you.

Somehow.

But as the day drew on, with no call, no message, no random gift from you, she didn’t feel too hopeful and her morale was obviously low. From getting choreography wrong to not being in the mood to goof off with her other members. Her birthday was turning up to be one of the worst to date.

Dahyun wasn’t hopeful for the dinner but she it’s not like she could skip it. She got ready despite the disappointment that continued to eat at her mood. The rapper got up to see her members who waited patiently outside for her. As she excited her dorm room, the girls cheered and showered her with compliments making the pale skin of her cheeks turning to a bright red, the familiar big smile gracing her face.

“Come on, we don’t want to be late, pretty girl.” Chaeyoung said taking her hand and dragging her out of the dorm, filling the group up with laughter and talking about other things they’d seen or done throughout the day.

At the restaurant, the girls were all giddy while Dahyun couldn’t bring herself to feel the entire party, still sulkily sipping at the spiked iced tea they had ordered. Nayeon, who’d been next to younger girl, nudged her gently. “Cheer up, it’s your special day, Dahyunie.” The bunny-toothed woman gave her a smile, making Dahyun smile gently.

“I’m sorry everyone, I just…I wanted to at least talk to Y/n and she hasn’t—” Before the younger woman could finish her thought, the almost empty establishment sprung to life with a group of seemingly familiar faces in zip-up hoodies, caps, and shades. There were about seven of the unknown people and Dahyun was becoming increasingly nervous.

A single figure stood in the middle, turned around, more hidden from the rest.

“I hope you’re ready for a show, darlings…” The figure turned tossing the hat and the mask to the side. When the speakers burst to life with the voice that Dahyun knew like the back of her hand, she became speechless. Once she got a good look at the performer’s face, the bright smile returned to her face and you returned it.

“To my love, my girl, my sunshine. Happy Birthday.” You smiled and tossed jacket that you were clad in in the direction of your girlfriend, who caught it and held it close to her chest, swooning. Your group began to perform their regular numbers, filled with energy and TWICE began hyping them up. Once the group had burned through two of their songs, ones that you had specifically written for Dahyun.

Then, your band members tossed you a handy guitar. Before you began strumming it, you paced close to the rapper, a fond smile on your face. “When we met, I was a trainee with nothing to my name but a guitar and a passion. You took the time to get to know me and who knew that I would fall madly in love with one of…” You paused to smile at Chaeyoung and your group’s rapper before continuing. “The best rappers in South Korea. That I’d be willing to do the dumbest things and say the cheesiest things because I need you in my life. I love you, Dahyunie.” You were right in front of their table, a smile on your face as Dahyun held back soft tears.

From across the table that was flushed against the back of the restaurant, you took her delicate hand, placing a kiss over the back of her hand. You continued to strum the guitar, for a solo, acoustic cover of ‘What is Love’, making the girls both cringe at you singing their own song but still finding the gesture sweet. After the song ended, Dahyun couldn’t sit patiently anymore. Jumping out of her seat, though with great difficulty, to get to you.

Finally, after months, you dropped the guitar and took her in your arms happily, carrying her and taking in the scent you’d missed so dearly. You placed a kiss softly on her cheek, so happy to be by her side again. “My girl, my precious girl.” You whispered against her ear, pulling her impossibly closer. Dahyun on the other hand, choked back the satisfied sob.

You pushed her away, looking into her eyes and stroking her cheek lovingly. “Happy Birthday, my ray of sunshine.”

Once you were both reunited, the entire dinner Dahyun couldn’t be helped but be latched onto you. While the girls talked to your members, you two were stuck in your own world. Talking about the things you’d missed out on, spoilers for your latest comeback, and of course, just how much you both missed each other.

She hid herself in your neck and left little kisses here and there while your hand busied itself on her thigh, dangerously close to her center. When she knew no one was listening in to both of you, she bit your ear gently. You smirked down at her as an embarrassed flush fell over her face. While Dahyun was the good Catholic girl, she knew what she wanted, and that was long awaited alone time with her girlfriend.

“It’s clear one of us wants it more than the other.” You teased in her ear as you lay another kiss gently on her cheek. Sure, she wasn’t the only one who wanted some, but you weren’t going to let her down that easy. The rapper pouted up at you as you giggled softly as you took her lower lip between yours. It took all your restraint not to pull her onto your lap and take her there and then.

"Wanna get out of here?" You whispered suddenly, you breath tickling her neck. Usually, you’d try to stick it out and Dahyun was the same, not wanting to cause a scene but after months of being apart…you both very much needed some alone time. Without hesitation and with just a wave to all the people present, both of you got up from the overcrowded booth, whispering things to each other while both your groups looked on in horror.

“Love is gross.” Tzuyu said poking her food around.

"And we just lost our ride home." Your group's leader commented.

The moment you left, neither of you could keep your hands off of each other. Getting out of the parking lot alone was an uphill battle all on its own. Your body was tense, her gaze was locked on your perfectly colored lips, and the air around you was so deathly thick.

You couldn’t get to your dorm fast enough.

Upon entering, knowing you were both completely alone, she pushed herself onto you. Pinning you against the wall beside the dorm door. The rapper’s hand trailing to the back of your neck as your lips met in a fiery passion. A desperate moan ripped violently from Dahyun’s chest from your tongue meeting hers. You smirked at the sound as you pulled away leaving kisses to her ear, hands already working on the back of her shirt to unhook her bra.

“Fuck I missed you, princess.” You groaned, moving to kiss her again. Her hand trailed up to thread her fingers into your hair, tugging slightly wordlessly asking for more urgency on your part. Taking the hint, you leaned down to give more attention to the nubs that had now become rather firm because of the cold air. “And these, holy shit they still look good.” You note before your tongue greets them through the fabric.

Dahyun groans at the sudden contact, running her other hand through her hair. “Y-Y/n…” She stammered out as you looked up, mouth still religiously suckling on the nipple. “Please.” Her voice shaky as she begged for her pleasure. Standing up once again, your lips collide with her pink ones as she desperately ground her hips towards yours, looking for any kind of friction.

You pulled away before taking her shoulders in your hands as you pressed her against the wall.

Admiring her features in the moonlight, a fond smile found its way to your lips. Seeing her face so needy for you; her eyebrows contorting, her lower lip under her teeth to suppress the embarrassingly obscene noises. “So gorgeous, Dahyunie…” You whispered, you hand dancing its way lower and lower until you reach the top of her bottoms, slithering your way into her underwear. Feeling the patch of arousal that has now ruined the underwear, you smirk again.

Your other hand on her breast once again, twisting the nipple making her groan out. “My girl missed me so much that she’s ruined herself…” You experimentally played with the erected bundle of nerves. “Oh God…Y/n…More, please. More.” She begged as her lips looked for yours. The smirk on your face growing tenfold as your finger moved further down to her center, pushing your finger into her, making her cry out.

“Ooh, princess, you’re just so fucking tight aren’t you? So tight for me.” You teased, pumping your finger into her before adding a second one, stretching her out in the most delicious way possible. Moans and gasps fell past her lips, begging you for more as your finger worked tirelessly against her. “Did your pussy miss me, Dahyunie?”

With no response, you slowed your movements making her groan loudly, grinding up against your fingers. A stern expression falling over your face as you twisted her nipple again, pushing your lips against hers forcefully, repressing her cries. You pressed her sweaty forehead against yours, forcing her to look at you. “I asked you a question, baby.” You simply said as you began pumping your slick fingers between her core again.

“Yes! Fuck yes! I missed you. My pussy ached for you…You looked so fucking hot during your last few stages, it was so hard not to call you to have you take me in every way possible, N/n.” She panted out, desperate for her release. Pulling your fingers out of her, you carried her to your room. Her whines driving you further.

Once in your room, you placed her on your bed gently before kissing her lips again. Teeth now ramming into each other from the raw need Dahyun’s hand cradling your face, nails scratching your jaw slowly making your body tremble with want. Reluctantly, you pulled away from her lips as you kissed your way down, marking her chest, so it wasn’t visible to the public, down to her center.

Seeing the wet cavern, you couldn’t help but lick your lips hungrily seeing the sexy beast that was your girlfriend. You hooked your arms under her thighs as you stared into her dilated and dark eyes. Teasingly, you blew a huff of air into the exposed pussy, chuckling softly as she shook under your touch.

“Y/n…Please.” She pleaded through lidded eyes.

“What my princess wants, she gets.” You whispered before diving into the sopping wet core. A loud cry echoed through the empty room as her head shot back, back arching in pleasure of your tongue digging into her pussy in ways that she could only long for late at night when she missed you. You ravenously licked and sucked at her clit as your fingers found their way back into her doubling the intense feeling of the knot beginning to tighten in her stomach. Her hand pulling at your hair once again, begging you to work harder to bring her to her climax.

“Holy God, Y/n. More, fuck you feel so good!” She cried out as her legs began to shake around your head, closing from the pressure that was building. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Just a little more. Please! Oh shit, yes!” Dahyun moaned out, her essence coating your chin like a painting as her body convulsed.

You offered small kitten licks to help her ride out her orgasm while also getting a taste of your favorite flavor. Once she tapped your head, signaling you that she was too sensitive at this point, you made your way back up. Small kissed littered across her now pink skin. You lay beside her panting form, as you pecked her lips gently.

“What abou—” You cut her off with another kiss, making her smile dazed at you. “Don’t say it. You need rest and can wait.” The rapper smiled up at you before wrapping her arms around your still clothed midsection pulling you closer. “I can get you a shirt you know, sunshine.” You offered seeing as she was still naked.

Dahyun shook her head before pushing her head into your neck, savoring the smell she missed so much the past few months. “That can wait as well. I still want to cuddle.” You chuckled softly before pulling her onto your chest as she looked at you again sleepily.

“You are not staying away from me for that long again, N/n.” The pale woman said before yawning and cuddling into your chest. You nodded along and kissed the top of her head. “I promise.”

Before she could fall asleep completely, she whispered, “I love you.”

Your smile grew wider as you pulled her closer to you, nuzzling into her hair. “I love you too, Dahyun.”

yeah, i'm going to hell for a lotta things and that last part is on the long list i would say HAAHAHAHAH this has to be my longest fic yet 🤔anyway, remember that requests are open on any group and i will get to them as soon as i can and comments or criticism is always welcomed! 😊 alsoooo happy pride month everyone! love is love always! keep safe always and i will see you all very very soon! 💕 taglist: @labrachrosite