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bunnliix · 7 months ago

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The Invisible Strings that Bind Us - Chapter Eight

This is a week late, but here is chapter eight!! This was really cute but also sad to write, because reader is heading home temporarily to pack up her life, so she can come back to Stray Kids and Korea to stay.

masterlist wc: 4.2k warnings: crying, the boys and reader being sad, cute fluffy moments but that's not really a warning? Basically this is a cute but also kinda sad chapter

A few days have passed since the boys’ studio day, and between then and now, it had been decided that y/n would head home the next morning. She still had to get her life in order back home, so that she could come back here to live with them. The tickets had been bought, and it had been decided that a week back home should be enough for y/n to get everything she needed to move halfway across the world, as well as ensuring that her bunny could indeed come with her, and that she could smoothly finish off the rest of her degree online. She had also worked with the older boys and the few staff members they trusted to get her a temporary soulmate visa, that allowed her to stay in the country for the moment, as well as allowing for a smooth return once she came back.

Neither she nor her boys were happy about her leaving, and oh were they vocal about their protests. Once she had announced her return to Canada, the younger ones were all over her, begging her not to go. Binnie and Chan had to pull them off of her, that’s how much they were clinging to her. Seungmin was surprisingly just as clingy as the others, and he looked adorable, even if he denied it ever happening once he realized what he had done. The boys had torn apart their closets, looking for clothing she could take with her, to remind her of them, since they’d all be feeling the strain of being apart so quickly after they had bonded. It wasn’t recommended for soulmates to be long distance once they had their first contact with each other, since it placed a strain on the soulmate bond, and eventually, the soulmates themselves. The boys weren’t as worried about themselves as they were y/n, since she would feel the strain of eight soulmate bonds, instead of just one.

This is also why, despite her protests, they hired one of their North American bodyguards to meet her at the airport in Canada. They were worried about the toll her body would be under, and because of that, wanted to make sure she’d have someone to take care of her should she need it. She didn’t think she would, but she gave in, knowing that it would help them feel better about her being so far away, even if it was only for a week.

These last few days, the boys have taken the time to make sure they all spent as much time as she could, meaning that y/n went almost everywhere with them, when they had to leave the house. This led up to where they were currently, y/n in the middle of the couch with the boys huddled around her as much as they could be, watching some rom-com that Hyunjin and Felix had argued over for almost 30 minutes.

“Why do you have to leave? It’s not fair. Stay here forever with us.” Felix whined.

“You know why I have to go, and it’s only for a week Lixie pixie. I’m packing up my life back home, so I can come here and stay with you all, okay?” She replied, ruffling the blonde man’s hair as he sat in front of her.

“Still not fair.” The sun god of a man mumbled, pouting.

“I’ll be back before you know it. And are you really going to spend our last night together for a week pouting the whole time?” She questioned him, to which he pouted more, before sighing and dropping the pout from his face.

“Nooo.”

“Good. Now, what’s the plan to spend my last night here before I fly tomorrow morning?” She asked, addressing all of the boys.

“Well, since we can’t all accompany you tomorrow to see you off, we decided on a sleepover here in the dorm so we can all spend the night together.” Chan told her.

“‘Cause only Chan-hyung gets to go with you tomorrow, company’s orders.” Changbin said, upset.

“You know it would be a bad idea for the entirety of Stray Kids to show up to the airport. Plus, once I’m back here, you can all welcome me back to the dorms, and maybe convince the company to let a few more of you welcome me at the airport.” She said, putting the idea into their heads, knowing it would placate them for the moment.

It worked, since the boys then looked forward to that instead of being upset about not being able to see her off in the morning. The boys had lent her suitcases to take back home, plus they may have snuck things into said pieces of luggage, not that y/n knew that. They didn’t want her going back, even temporarily, without a piece of them. Felix may have slipped more than a couple pieces of his clothing, without the others’ knowledge.

They spent the rest of the night setting up the living room for a sleepover, dragging out mattresses, pillows and blankets from the various rooms, plus the other half of the boys bringing their own bedding over from their dorm. The floor of the main room was covered in mattresses, but it made for the coziest sleepover y/n’s ever had. She was once again pushed to the middle of all of them, though there was a vicious fight over who got the spots next to her. Minho just slid in on one side of her while they fought, and once Jeongin realized, he took the place on her other side before the others realized, sparking a round of yells once they finally saw the two men on either side of y/n.

“Yah! That’s not fair!!” Changbin yelled at the two men on either side of their only female soulmate.

“You should have decided not to play fair then. Tokki is mine now, tough luck.” Minho told the younger man, wrapping his arms around her as he talked to Binnie.

The buff rapper pouts, falling onto the mattress next to the maknae, laying face down and not looking at anyone. Chan chuckles, laying on top of the man, who starts to protest but doesn’t win as Chan showers the rapper in love and affection, and the others, including y/n, coo at the cute moment between the two men.

Despite the original plan being to watch movies, that doesn’t happen because of Stray Kids’ shenanigans.They instead spend the rest of the night going from playing around to to cuddling up together to many many hugs and cuddles. The amount of physical affection, minus kisses, could not be understated. Y/n felt as if she couldn't escape the physical affection from the boys, not that she minded in any way, she really enjoyed it. She lived and thrived off of physical affection from others, and coming from her soulmates, that feeling was amplified by 1000.

Y/n fell asleep first, once again, both feeling exhausted from all the planning she’d have to do, plus the urging from the more responsible members to get sleep because she’d need it for the next morning's activities. The eight soulmates gathered around her, all of them touching her in some way as they curled around her in a protective circle. They weren’t ready to let her go, even if it was only temporary. They were scared she’d go home and not want to come back, even after she’s voiced her excitement to be moving here to be with them.

As the boys settled down, trying to be quiet so as to not wake their sleeping soulmate, a couple rounds of yawns passed through the boys, sleep starting to try and claim them. And it did, slowly they settled into whatever position they found comfy, most of them laying on top of each other in a bid to try and get closer to y/n, even in their sleep. This time Chan wasn’t the last one to fall asleep, Seungmin was. The vocalist stared at his sleeping soulmates, happiness in his eyes and his heart felt full once more, and he whispered his love for them into the silence that surrounded him, only for his ears to hear. He laid down, breathing deeply as he closed his eyes, quickly falling asleep, feeling safe within the arms of his soulmates.

Time skip to the next morning...

The alarm to wake up y/n and Chan went off too early the next morning, it felt like barely any time had passed, let alone that anyone got a great amount of sleep that night. Chan jumped out of the makeshift bed after seeing what time it was. He quickly moved to his room to get dressed, before coming back to wake up y/n and the others, knowing they wouldn’t want to miss seeing off their soulmate.

“C’mon guys, time to wake up. Y/n, you have a plane to catch in a couple hours, you have to get up and get dressed.” He said to everyone, directing the last sentence to their newest member of their not so little group.

The boys groaned, unhappy that they had to get up, and y/n sat up quickly wiping the sleepiness out of her eyes. She groaned as she stretched, untangling herself from the pile that was 7/8ths of Stray Kids, and moved to head to Jisung’s room, where her luggage and clothing for today had been stored. Thankfully this bedroom still had a bed to sit on, since they hadn’t pulled Han’s bed for the mattress pile that existed in the living room. She quickly rid herself of the comfy clothes she had slept in, changing into the, admittedly, comfy airport outfit that the more fashion forward men had put together for her. From the look of the outfit, she wasn’t expecting it to be as comfortable as it actually was, but damn, she may just have to steal this outfit for herself now. They couldn’t take any of it back. Nope. It was hers now.

She was almost ready to head back out to the main room when a knock on the door stopped her.

“Yes? Come in, I’m decent.” She told whoever was on the other side of the door, which turned out was the owner of the room, Jisung.

He trudged into the room, clearly not ready to be up at this hour, falling onto his bed and nearly busting his head open on one of the suitcases. She winced, moving to check on him, only to be waved away and assured he was okay, it was just way too early to be awake right now.

“But if you weren’t awake right now, you wouldn’t be able to see me and Chan off to the airport this morning.” She reminded her birthday twin, who she could see pout at the reminder of why he’s sacrificing his beauty sleep.

“Why do you have to leave so early in the morning?” Jisung whined, dragging out the last syllable of morning.

“Because this will allow me to get a flight home at a decent time. You forget I don’t have just one flight. I have a connecting flight to catch after my flight back to Canada.” She informed her soulmate, sighing afterwards.

“You’re gonna be so far away. Why do you have to be so far away?” He asked, or well really whined yet again.

“Because that’s how it is Ji baby. I’ll be back before you know it.” She told him, leaning down to kiss the top of his head as he still laid on the bed.

What she couldn't see was that her words and actions left him blushing and slightly malfunctioning once again. He heard her leave the room, letting out a groan once she was out of earshot. Why was he so affected by her, he’s usually not this flustered by simple things like pet names and kisses. Sure, sometimes he does get really flustered like this, but fuck he feels like a teenager again getting flustered by being called ‘baby’ by her.

Back to y/n, she’s pulled her luggage out to the main room, finding half of the men there, while the other three were in their rooms in this dorm. They smiled at her when she returned, though their smiles were sadder than she had seen.

“Why are you four so gloomy and sad?” Y/n questioned, a frown appearing on her face.

“Because you’re leaving us.” Minho answered for the group of them.

“I’ll be back soon though, and I’ll message you all every day I’m gone. I promise.” She told the four of them, moving to sit near them all as they were spread out across the mattresses and couches.

The five of them chatted, and when y/n talked about food and such that she’d miss from her home once she moved here, which then got onto the topic of nostalgia and then back to some of them begging her to bring her favorite snacks home with her. She laughed at their insistence, promising that she’d bring home a lot of snacks for them to try.

Chan walked out to the living room, the missing three following behind him, a frown on his face. Somehow, without him saying a word, she knew it was time to go. It was time to leave her soulmates for a week. Sure, she was coming back in seven days, but that’s seven days without being able to hug and cuddle and be around her wonderful soulmates. She sniffled, feeling tears starting to collect in her eyes as she looked around at the eight men she’s spent the last almost week with.

“Oh babygirl. Don’t cry or we’re all going to cry.” Chan said, kneeling down in front of her, wiping away the tears that escaped.

“I can’t help but cry. I don’t want to leave you all yet.” She said, sniffling.

“It’ll be okay tokki. The sooner you go, the sooner you'll come back to us.” Minho reminded and reassured you as he came to sit next to you.

“I wish we could sit around and talk more about this, but we really do have to go now.” Chan said, sighing as he stood back up, arms reaching out to pull you up off of the mattress.

As soon as you were standing up by yourself, Hyunjin came over to hug you, burying his face in your neck, whispering to you how much he would miss you while you were gone. You wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him close, one hand rubbing his back as you comforted him. After a couple minutes, he pulled back, looking at you with tears in his eyes, and you moved a hand off of his waist to brush them away.

“It’s okay Jinnie, I’ll be back before you know it. We can facetime any time you want.” She told him, before pulling back from his embrace.

“I’m gonna miss you, you better be safe while I can’t protect you.” He told her, looking directly into her eyes, his expression and voice conveying the seriousness of his words.

“I’ll be safe, don’t worry Binnie.” She replied.

He kissed the top of her head, and only when Minho came to stand next to both of them, did he let go of y/n, who was immediately swept into the butt hunter’s arms. Though this time there was no butt hunting, just Minho holding her close as he rested his chin on her head.

“Come back safe to us.” He whispered to her, kissing the top of her head before he pulled away, moving away quickly.

Felix and Han both approached her, tears falling down the sunshine duo’s cheeks as they looked at her with such sad eyes.

She opened up her arms for both of them. “Come here you two.” She said, tears bubbling up in her own eyes at seeing the two of them cry.

They almost collapsed into her arms, crying and begging her not to leave. Tears trailed down her cheeks as she listened to their tears and cries. She pulled them closer, resting her head on their shoulders, trying her best not to break down.

“It’ll be okay my sunshines. You know it’s only for a little bit. I’ll be back with all of my things and my bunny, and we can be here together for the rest of our lives. Now please stop crying or I’ll never be able to leave.” She comforted her two darlings, trying to do her best to make them feel at least a tiny bit better.

The two ‘00 liners had to be pulled away by the older members, so that the remaining two members, who wouldn’t be taking her to the airport, could say goodbye. Jeongin came up to her and engulfed her in a hug, then very shyly kissed her forehead, not being able to look her in the eyes after that.

“Be safe noona. Come back to us and bring us lots of snacks please.” He told her, a blush clearly painting his cheeks.

“I will, be a good baby bread for your hyungs, yeah?” She told him, before pulling away from him, but not before leaning up and kissing his own forehead.

She turned to look at Seungmin, the last soulmate she had to say goodbye to. He opened his arms for her, a soft look on his face even as he tried to appear strong in front of everyone. She walked into his embrace, laying her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist. He leaned his head on top of hers, his arms pulling her close to him.

“I don’t want to sound like a broken record, but come back to us safe and in one piece, please? I just got you, I don’t want to lose you already.” He told her, voice soft.

“I promise you that I’ll come back home safely, okay? I couldn’t bear not being able to return home to you all now that I’ve met you.” She told him.

He held her close, before leaning down to place a kiss on her cheek. She felt herself blush, and once the slightly younger man pulled away, saw that he was blushing as well. She quietly laughed at him, and made him smile slightly. He pulled away from her, and she reluctantly let him go.

“It’s time to go now babygirl. No more delaying it, or we’ll be late.” Chris told her, and she sighed sadly, moving to pick up her carry-on bags as the oldest member grabbed her other luggage. He guided her to the door, where Felix helped her slip on her shoes, smiling sadly up at her after he finished tying her shoelaces.

Chan opened the front door, leading her through it and letting her wave goodbye to the rest of the group before leading her downstairs and out of the building, straight to the car that was waiting for them. Y/n slipped into the back of the car, as Chan and the staff member accompanying them helped pack her luggage into the trunk. Chan slipped into the car, which then quickly left the apartment building.

“We’re going to miss you, even if it’s only for a week. I’m going to miss you. I really wish I could go with you.” Chris told her, reaching out to hold her hand, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb. She smiled at him, telling him that she knew, and that she’d miss them just as much.

They spent the ride to the airport in comfortable silence, mostly just taking this time to enjoy this alone time with each other, something that the two of them had yet to have. They talked occasionally, but mostly just leaned on each other, intent to remember these moments until y/n returned to Korea again. It felt like no time at all had passed when they arrived at the airport.

Chan had to don a hat and mask to try and lessen the risk that he’d be recognized, but he was intent on accompanying you as far as he could, knowing that it’s not a stress free process, when you consider it’s a long flight and y/n was leaving her soulmates for the first time after meeting them, which is stressful enough. He pulled her bags behind him as they walked to the check in counter, y/n carrying just her carry-on bags despite her insistence on taking more, getting denied as Chan wouldn’t allow her to take either of them. Once they got her checked in, and Chan took care of any baggage fees, he slowly led her over to security.

“Call me or one of the others once you land, okay? We’ll be watching the flight tracker but call us anyways, once you land after each of your flights. I’ll be worried otherwise.” Chan told her.

“I promise I’ll call you, or text you if I’m unable to call at that moment, okay? I’ll be okay Chris, I promise. It’s two flights and then I’m back to my home in Canada. Please don’t worry about me too much?” She replied, looking up at him.

“I can’t promise you that, babygirl. I’ll worry about you until you’re back here in my arms. And I think it’s time for you to go through security before the line gets any longer, okay?” He said, looking down at her, a tear falling from his eye before he was able to wipe it away.

“I don’t want to leave. But I know that I’ll be back and you all can meet my bunny and it’ll be okay. Only seven days and I’ll be back home with you all.” She reminded both him and herself.

Chan pulled her into one of his hugs, those hugs that she’s seen the others melt into, that she herself is melting into, holding onto him as if the minute she lets go, he’ll disappear. She felt him kiss the top of her head, and mumble something she couldn’t quite make out, but then he pulled away, tears brimming in his eyes.

She couldn’t just let him go like this, and pushing aside any fears, she pulled down his mask and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. She closed her eyes as their lips connected, trying to convey just how much she was going to miss him through the kiss. She felt him kiss back after a moment, his arms wrapping around her back and holding her close. Sadly, she had to pull away once she was running out of air, but she looked up at him with so much love and care for him in her eyes, unable to tell him how she felt just yet, but wanting him to know that she already cared for him, and the others, so much that she would never be able to fully convey those feelings with words alone.

��Baby, you can’t just kiss me like that before you leave. I’ll want to keep you here forever.” He spoke, breathless and in slight shock after what just happened.

“Well, then return the kiss when you come back here to pick me up in a week, then you can really keep me forever.” She told him, kissing his cheek before pulling out of his arms.

He whined at her leaving his arms, but she only smiled and giggled, moving in once more to pull his mask back up to hide his identity. She grabbed her bags, and looked at him again.

“We’ll be standing here in this airport again in only seven days, think of that instead of me leaving. See you soon, Christopher Bahng.” She said to him, smiling through the tears that were brimming in her eyes, before she turned around and walked into the security area.

Chan watched her until he couldn’t see her anymore, and then he left to head back home to the remaining seven soulmates.

Y/n finally made it through security and headed towards her gate. Thankfully, and she praised the airport gods, her gate was close to the security area. She quickly arrived at it and found an empty spot by the window to sit down and watch the planes land and take off. She waited there until the call came for her to board. The boys had made sure she’d be comfortable during her flights, buying her first class tickets even though she protested she didn’t need it for her second flight home. The long halt flight back to Canada, she wouldn’t argue against having more room, however. It would be great for the 14-hour flight.

She passed through boarding quickly, settling down in her window seat and getting prepared for take-off. Thankfully it wasn’t long before the rest of the plane was boarded and they set off. She watched out the window and waved goodbye to South Korea and her soulmates as she started her journey back home to Canada.

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imtryingbuck · 4 months ago

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Wedding Day Round Two

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word count: 2,036

Warnings: angst. swearing. fluff.

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The look on the pastors face gave it away that he was judging them, a married couple who had only been married for half a year already renewing their vows? Someone must have messed up - his eyes went straight to Bucky. Of course he didn’t understand what they were trying to tell him, their ‘wedding’ wasn’t anything special not by a long shot and now they wanted to redo it. It was Wanda that told them to do a vow renewal.

Instead of getting a wedding planner they gave the job to Wanda after she begged them to let her to do it, they ended up saying yes yet Wanda made sure that neither one of them knew what she was doing, she said she knew them well enough to know what they would want. Theo smiled at her words whilst Bucky squinted his eyes.

The bridal shop caused Theo to have a small panic attack. So many dresses with different patterns and styles, they were all beautiful but she didn’t know which one she wanted, she didn’t want to ruin them by wearing them - her insecurities getting the better of her. The owner could see her apprehension so took a few gowns off the racks that she thought Theo would like, the only problem was that all the dresses picked had an open back which meant that people were going to see her scars. That thought alone caused her breathing to pick up. Trying on the dresses there was only two that she really liked, Wanda and Nat were so encouraging the whole time, one of them dresses had both of their jaws dropping and telling her that, that was the one. And she had to agree, it was perfect.

“Sam’s demanding me to have a bachelor party.” Bucky sighed as he climbed into bed one night after a long day of business meetings.

“Like in The Hangover?”

“Probably will.”

“You can’t!” Theo panicked, putting the book down on the bedside table she looked at Bucky with wide eyes.

“I can’t drink at my own bachelor party? You’ll probably be drinking at your bachelorette party.” He said amused.

“What?”

“You’ll wake up on a roof of some hotel and you’ll be late to our wedding!”

“Wait… oh fuck, you mean the film!” He was so confused until it hit him. Steve recommended the trilogy to Theo and it quickly became one of her favourite films, he couldn’t help but laugh. “I thought- never mind. But I promise you pretty girl I won’t wake up on a roof of some hotel… it’ll probably be Sam.”

“What did you think I meant?”

“That I’d have a hangover from drinking.”

“Oh.” She giggled softly.

Bucky practically dragged himself across the large bed over towards her, pulling her onto his lap and gently pressing his lips to hers. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

His heart soars every time he hears those words fall from her lips. Kissing her passionately and heatedly, when he breaks the kiss due to her needing air he sets a trail of kisses down her neck and across her collarbone, a smile tugs at his lips as he does so as she giggles.

“B-Buck, you said you were tired!”

“When did I say that, pretty girl?”

“The second you came home, ‘my names Bucky and I’m tired. I’m so tired that I can fall asleep right here on the floor’” Bucky ceased his attack on her neck and collarbone to pull back to look her in the eyes. Both of them squinting their eyes at each other, waiting, daring the other one to crack first and burst out laughing like they knew they wanted to do.

“Firstly, I do not sound like that!”

“Yes you do!”

God he loved how cheeky she was! He let her win by laughing at her ever so failed attempt at trying to copy his voice.

“Anyway! And secondly, I’m never too tired to pleasure my beautiful wife.” He winked, pressing a delicate kiss to her nose, before flipping them over and making her release those beautiful sounds she makes just for him.

Throughout his bachelor party he was messaging Theo, even though he had seen her that morning he couldn’t help but miss her. Nat and Wanda had planned something simple yet perfect for her. A spa day. Theo obviously had never been before so she was nervous and asking all sorts of questions, despite her nerves she was excited to go.

Bucky choked on his drink when he received a text from her saying that they had put stones on her back and because they were cold she nearly fell off the bed. He knew he shouldn’t have laughed but he couldn’t get the image of her nearly falling from the bed because of it.

“Buck off your phone.”

“No.”

“James!”

“Steven!”

“We’re playing cards and you’re losing.”

“That’s alright.” He shrugged, the whole time he spoke to Steve not once did he look up from his phone, to busy talking to Theo.

“Steve leave him alone, our little man’s getting married tomorrow… again… to the same woman.” Sam smiled hugely at Bucky when he looked over at him. “And plus, he’s losing and I’m getting his money.”

“He’s all grown up now.”

“We did such a great job at raising him, didn’t we Stevie?”

Bucky rolled his eyes at his two best friends as they continued being a pair of twats - his words not mine! - yet he couldn’t help but smiling at seeing Theo tomorrow as she walked down the aisle, being able to say vows, being announced as husband and wife.

On the other side of the city Theo was looking wide eyed at Nat who was in the pool looking back at her with the exact same expression, as she held a crying Wanda in her arms.

“Wand, what’s wrong?” Nat asked worriedly, everything was fine, perfect even until Wanda burst out crying.

“W-when we met you Theo, you was so shy and so scared of everything an-and now you’re not shy or scared, you laugh, you smile, you talk a-and watching you become your own person after what those bastards did, I-I’m so fucking proud of you and to call you my friend.” Wanda all but wailed the last words, gripping Theo a little bit tighter.

“Oh fuck.” Theo looked over to Nat and noticed that she was now crying too. “Wanda you’ve made me fucking cry now!” She climbs out of the pool and goes over to the two women, wrapping her arms around them both.

When a staff member came in, he slowly walked backwards and back out the door when he saw three crying women.

The dress was on. Her hair was done. Her shoes were being slid onto her feet by Wanda as Nat spritzed perfume on her; Martha was taking photos of the trio.

“You are so beautiful Theo.” Wanda said looking at her in the mirror.

“M-my back…”

“If anyone has a problem with your scars they’ll have me to deal with!” Nat spoke from the other side of Theo, hers and Wanda’s hands touching the scars, not phased by it.

A knock came from the door. “Who is it?” Wanda called out.

“It’s Matt, are you girls ready?”

“Are you ready?” She asked Theo, who nodded with a shy smile. “Come in.”

The second Matt saw Theo tears sprung to his eyes. “You look so beautiful Dory.”

“Thank you.”

“He’s waiting for you. Are you ready?”

“I’m ready.” She smiled up at her brother.

Everyone was in place as the music started playing - Theo’s eyes went wide at seeing a live orchestra in the garden. Wanda really had done an incredible job, seats with bow ribbons were neatly placed underneath the large gazebo, at the entrance were two large stone columns with huge bouquets of flowers on top.

The sun was shining. It was perfect.

Bucky’s eyes instantly lit up with tears as he laid on Theo. His heart began racing as she walked closer to him with her arm linked with Matts. Taking her hand in his the moment she was in reaching distance, he brought her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to her knuckles.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of James and Theodora, I believe that the two of you have written your own vows? James would you start?”

“Pretty girl, I had no idea that I could truly love someone until I met you. Meeting you wasn’t the way I wanted to but I’m glad we’re both here now. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, you are my heart my mind and soul. I swear to you that I will forever be by your side. I love you.”

“Theodora.” The pastor smiled at her, giving her a small head nod.

“Bucky, you’ve shown me that I can be loved and that I don’t have to live in fear and pain. You have given me a reason to live, and for that I am forever grateful to you. You are my heart my mind and soul. I swear to you that I will forever be by your side. I love you.”

“James do you take Theodora as your wife?”

“I do.” He takes the ring from Steve’s hand and slides it onto Theo’s finger.

“Theodora do you take James as your husband?”

“I do.” She takes the ring from Wanda’s hand and slides it onto Bucky’s finger.

“I know that you two are already legally married but I cannot help myself.” The pastor says with a chuckle. “I am proud to be the one to announce you as husband and wife. James you may kiss your bride.”

Bucky steps closer to her, his hands on her face whispering “I love you” as his lips cover hers in a sweet passionate kiss. The whole backyard erupts into loud cheers.

Standing by Bucky’s side Theo’s eyes moved along those who had attended most of them were Bucky’s men that she had never met before, his mom and sister were there, as her eyes went to the back row her breath got caught in her throat.

Michael.

He stood there giving her a sad smile. He knew that Jess would have hated him for everything he did and didn’t do, having his true love hate him had his heart aching but he knew he deserved it, he knew it was too late to turn back the clock and change things. Michael gave a small nod to his daughter before walking away.

Bucky hadn’t realised that her back was exposed until they were dancing, his eyes were wide as his hand felt the scars.

“I wanted to show everyone that I’m not afraid of them anymore.” She whispered, slightly embarrassed now that they were exposed.

“I’m so proud of you my love. So so proud.” He held her closer than before as they continued dancing.

The words he spoke were nothing but true. He was proud of how strong she was, he knew she was self-conscious about her scars but she wasn’t afraid of showing them off, she wasn’t afraid that more was going to be added to the collection. He was proud of who she had become in the time he had known her.

He knew Michael had shown up to their wedding, he wasn’t happy about it. The last time Bucky had seen the older man was when he shot him in his office - Bucky had every intention of killing Michael but he just couldn’t do it, he couldn’t take away Theo’s only living parent even if he deserved to die. It wasn’t fair to her. So Bucky shot him in the shoulder.

The sun had long gone down and was now replaced by a full moon, Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off Theo even if he tried, which he definitely didn’t.

Bucky had always thought about marriage, especially marrying the person he loved, and here he was dancing on the decorated patio with the love of his life in arms.

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thoughtswordsandnonsense · 7 months ago

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Hot Blooded

This is a continuation of a previous fanfic I wrote called Desire. 18 + content ahead, please do not interact if you're a minor. If you haven't read Desire yet I do recommend reading it first so some gaps are filled in.

Violet’s Pov:

Sun shines through the window as I wake, casting a warm glow to the room. Reaching across the bed I come up empty, cool sheets touch my flaming skin. Sweat forms all over my body as I let out a groan of frustration, the dampness between my legs has me aching with need. The sheet covering my body only adds to the overheating of my body so I kick them off.

Pleasure sparks through me so fast it has my toes and fingers curling into Xaden’s sheets. I gasp a tagged breath as it dissipates as fast as it came.

“Where are you?” I beg down the bond to Xaden,

“I didn’t think you’d be awake yet, I stepped out to explain our absence for the next few days. Devera was a bit smug about it, she told me to tell you and I quote ‘Have fun, don’t add to the population’ “ He trails off with a chuckle and I groan, scraping my face with my hands as I roll over and shove my face into the pillow.

“I’m gonna throw myself out the window,” I whine down the bond and he only responds with a laugh.

“Please don’t,” Is the only response he gives as I lay there sweating and dizzy. His scent of mint and citrus wafts up from his pillow and into my nose.

The door creaking open has me turning my head to look at Xaden who looks perfectly fine as he strides in with a tray. He’s wearing grey sweatpants that leave little to the imagination and a tight black t-shirt covers his chest. His muscles are fully on display as his onyx eyes look down at me, accessing my body as he sets down the tray on his nightstand. “How are you feeling?” He asks quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed as he looks down at me.

A tender hand brushes my hair out of my face, his skin hot against my own. “Like I’m wearing winter clothes in the middle of summer.” I whimper as I lean into his touch, it’s not nearly enough to stop the aching but for the moment it will do. “That’ll go away soon enough,” He comments softly.

“You need to eat,” He demands quietly, his eyes searching mine for any kind of protest. My stomach grumbles as I tear my gaze away from him to look over at the tray. There’s fruit, toast, two large clear cups filled with water, and a bowl that I can’t see into.

“I could’ve gotten it myself, I’m not that delirious with need.” I look back at him as he rolls his eyes at me. “You could just say thank you, ya know?” It’s my turn to roll my eyes as he shifts away from me, turning himself to face the tray as I sit upright with my back against the headboard. “Thank you,” I grumble and shift to make room for him. He hands me a piece of toast and I take it from him, taking small bites as we eat in silence.

I’m the first to break the silence once I finish my slice of toast. “So, dragons have heats?” I ask as he finishes his slice of toast. “To my understanding only mated pairs do.” He answers and I nod my head. “So this has happened to you before?” I ask and he sighs, running his hands through his devilish black hair. “Once, in my first year.” His answer is short as he looks down at me, even with both of us sitting he’s taller than me. Every fibre of my being is making me want to climb into his lap as he shifts his legs a bit wider as he stays seated on the edge of the bed. “Did you know what was happening?” I ask tentatively.

“I pieced it together eventually, can we not talk about this?” He begs as a blush covers his cheeks and nose. “Fine, I’ll drop it for now.” I move quickly from my position to being in his lap, my legs on either side of his waist as his thick arms wrap around me. His warm hands rest on my ass cheeks as I loop my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me as I look at him.

There’s a thin sheen of sweat at the top of his forehead, his pupils are full-blown as his lips part in a gasp as I drag myself over his clothed cock. Pleasure sparks throughout my body and I mewl in his hold, my fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck. His chest heaves as he looks down at me, his hands tighten their hold on my ass as we both get hit full force with pleasure from our dragons.

“Touch me, please,” I beg and he smirks as he drops a kiss to my forehead.

“I’ll worship you thoroughly in a moment, just - let me hold you for a second.” He pants against me, his breath that smells like mint fans over my face. His touch sends sparks throughout my body as he holds me against him, he’s entirely too clothed for my liking.

My hands trail from his neck, down his spine and to the bottom of his shirt where I drag the fabric up, exposing his toned torso. “Desperate to get me naked again Violence?” He pants as he pulls back, I wrap my legs around his waist as he lets go of my ass, quick to take over.

Grabbing the back of his shirt he drags the dark fabric agonizingly slow over his tawny skin. My fingers trail over the dark hair that starts at the bottom of his abdomen and goes up the defined muscle that tones his stomach.

Tracing the newly exposed skin, he shucks his shirt off and throws it across the room. His body shudders under my touch as he looks down and grabs my hand as my fingers move to trace his collarbones. “I said I was worshipping you, Violet. Not the other way around.” His voice is stern and commanding, I shift in his lap creating delicious friction that has me gasping and throwing my head back.

“That’s it.” His gruff voice rings out and faster than I can comprehend I’m underneath him, the bed against my back as he hovers over me. He’s quick to get my hands and pin them above my head, the rest of my body unable to move as he pins me down with the weight of his own body. My legs dangle over the edge of the bed as we both take a handful of shuddering breaths. “If you try to move your hands I’ll tie them to the headboard.” He threatens, need pangs through my body as I feel wetness pool in between my legs. “Okay.” I squeak as he moves.

He kneels on the floor as he spreads me wide, dragging my ass closer to the edge of the bed as he stares up at me hungrily. “Be a good girl and don’t move your hands.” He says huskily before moving down, his lips quickly attach to my clit and suck against it, his broad shoulders keep me spread out for him as my body arches against him. I whine loudly as he sucks on my clit, pleasure scorching through my body.

One of his arms move and I feel pressure at my entrance as he teases the outside of it, only slightly pressing in before backing away. His ministrations continue like that for a few moments before I’m begging and writhing against him. “Please, fuck, please I can’t. Stop teasing.” I beg and he chuckles the vibrations hit my clit and I shriek as he sinks a finger into me. The aching needy feeling comes back in full force as he slowly fucks his finger in and out, curling it up to hit the right spot.

My hands clench tightly into the tangled bed sheets as I fight the urge to lace them through his hair. The pressure changes from slight to fuller as he adds a second finger into the mix. Sucking more harshly against my clit and I cry out, it doesn’t take long to come undone. I let out a scream of pleasure as he takes his fingers out of me and replaced them with his tongue. Lapping up all of it as spots dance throughout my vision, his eyes gleaming with delight as I come down, his tongue slowing down as he pulls back.

My cum glistens off of his chin and he’s quick to stick his tongue out to clean it up, using the back of his hand to wipe up what his tongue couldn’t reach. “Please, let me touch you,” I beg and he smirks at me. “No.” His hand moves back as his two fingers slide inside again, he looks down at me like a man starved as he slowly fucks his fingers in and out. “Can you take more? I don’t want to hurt you?” He asks breathly and I nod my head yes. “Please.” I whimper and he smiles at me, adding a third finger to the mix has me feeling delightfully full.

They curl up and I cry out as he watches my reactions intently. He palms himself over his joggers as he finger fucks me. “You’re doing so good for me, I’m so proud of you Violet. Being such a good girl.” I mewl under his praise, if it weren't for the current circumstances I’d say something snarky to retaliate.

His pace speeds up as my legs shake, the pressure building up quickly as he brings me close to another orgasm. His thumb touches my clit, applying enough pressure that I’m crying out again. My hands move from the sheets to his wrist as I gush around his fingers. My nails bite into his skin as I come undone with a scream. “Fuck please, fuck Xaden. It’s too much.” I whine and he stops. Looking from my face to my hand that’s wrapped around his wrist.

“Do you need me to stop?” He asks as he takes his hands off of me completely. “No, fuck it’s just so much. God, I feel like I’m on fire.” I whine and he smirks “Good, if you need me to stop I will at any moment but right now I’m glad you want more.” He grounds out the last bit as he moves his hand to wrap around the wrist of the hand I grabbed him with.

“Now I do believe I gave you a simple order Cadet.” He says menacingly, staring down at me like a predator that just caught their prey. “What did I tell you to do?” He questions lowly and I smirk down at him, “Not move my hands.” I respond “And what did you do?” His gaze flicks from my hand to my face. “Moved my hands,” I answer and he pounces, dragging my body to the top of the bed where he pins both wrists, he grabs something from his nightstand and quickly has my wrists pressed together and a soft tan rope is wrapped around them.

Tight enough that I probably can’t get my hands out but not tight enough to cut off circulation. My hands are above my head as he ties the other end to one of the planks underneath the mattress. He tugs a tug at it before letting go and smirking down at me. “Can’t follow simple orders.” He tuts as my thighs rub together. One of his shadows falls from his hands, ghosting over my stomach and breasts, the cool sensation causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

He backs up and moves off the bed as his shadows dance softly over my skin. His cock is tented up in his jogging pants and it has me salivating at the thought of him fucking me with it. He palms it and I feel my skin flush at being caught.

“You’re just a cock hungry slut aren’t you?” He questions as he leans against the desk on the other side of the bed. “Fuck you, no I’m not.” He laughs darkly as I feel a harsh pinch on my nipples, my back arches as I yelp. Pain and pleasure cursing through me as he watches. “Try again,” He comments lazily as he shucks off his pants, his thick veiny cock springing free. His hand pumps lazy strokes as he watches me intently.

The shadow dances down my abdomen and settles over my clit, adding pressure and coolness that has me writhing against the restraints. “Fuck you’re too full of yourself.” I bite out and a sharp tug on my clit has me crying out. “Fine, fuck yes, but only for you.” I groan and the sharp tug stops, going back to a deliriously good pressure that has my legs shaking.

Gasps leave my mouth as I feel the pressure build higher and higher, my toes curling into the bed as the shadows begin mimicking the sucking motion he was doing to me earlier. “I don’t even have to touch you to have you coming undone.” His voice is hoarse as his cock twitches in his hand. “Cum for me Violet, please.” I shatter as my vision darkens and my ears ring, my body convulsing as his shadows cease.

He crosses the room in a couple of quick strides, undoing my restraints as he kisses me, warm lips meet mine as he nips at my bottom lip. My body tingles and feels floaty as I pull back from him. Taking a few gulps of air as he scooches me over, sitting on the bed and pulling me next to him. My head is on his chest as he holds me close to him, one hand circles around my waist and the other rubs soothingly up and down my back.

The room spins as I come to my senses and it takes me a moment to realize my body is vibrating with the aftershocks of my orgasm. “You did so well for me, good girl. Take all the time you need.” He says softly and after a few moments, my body calms down. One of my arms is under his head and my other rests on his stomach.

Need pangs through my exhausted body as my legs drape over his, I whine into his chest as the need builds up again. My heart goes alarmingly fast as I writhe. “Fuck, Xaden, make it stop.” I plead and he kisses my forehead reassuringly. “I can make it go away for a little but we’re not in the clear for the next day or so,” I whine at his words, my body over-stimulated and hypersensitive.

“Please, fuck I can’t. It’s so overwhelming.” I sob and he shushes me with a soft kiss, his lips move against mine as tears fall from my eyes. His hand moves from my back to my face, wiping away stray tears as he kisses me tenderly, my jaw cupped in his hand.

I pull back as another pang hits me even harder, yelping at the pressure and need. Xaden’s worried eyes find mine, “I can make it stop Violet but I don’t know if you can take more.” He whispers and I whine in his hold, “Fuck, please don’t leave me like this.” I plead, more tears falling from my eyes, and for the first time this morning, I can hear the strikes of lighting and thunder pounding relentlessly outside.

My skin feels like someone threw me into dragon fire as I writhe in Xaden’s hold. “Violet, I need you to calm down, you’re going to hit burnout if you keep going.” His voice is urgent as he forced me to look him in the eyes. “Please, fuck I can’t take this.” I’m breathless as he searches my face for any sign of hesitancy. “Violet, take a few deep breaths, you’re okay. Can my good girl do that? Take a couple of deep breaths and then I’ll keep going if you want me to.” His voice is deep and calm as I take stuttering breaths, he encourages me to take more as I feel my body become less tense. “That a girl, you’re doing so good for me.” He reassures me as my heart rate comes down, my body warm but no longer burning. “I can take it, please. I need you.” I mewl and he nods his head.

“Hands on the headboard.” He demands and I’m quick to move, hands clenching against the headboard as he moves behind me. His cock trailing up and down my folds before sinking agonizingly slow into me. His hands are on my waist, helping hold me upright as he pushes his cock in. Inch by inch he stretches me out and I’m so deliriously full. His fingers are no match for his cock in how they stretch me.

We’re both breathing raggedly as he sinks himself fully into me. “Move,” I whine and he complies, snapping his hips in a way that has his cock dragging against my g-spot in every thrust, one of his hands snakes around to my breasts and tweaks my nipple as the other moves to my clit to rub it. Each thrust has me feeling him deeper and deeper, and there’s no doubt in my mind that I won’t be able to walk after this. “Such a good girl, take my cock so fucking well.” Xaden rasps and I moan, my hands clenching tightly onto the headboard as his shadows snake around my body.

Xaden’s hand falls from my breast and is quickly replaced by cool shadows that pinch and twist my nipples. I shudder around Xaden, my body tightening as I cum again. A harsh slap to my ass has me yelping and lurching forward, a hoarse moan falling from my parched lips as he fucks me. “Fuck go harder,” I beg and he stills for a moment.

“Are you sure?” He asks me softly, leaning over me and moving my hair from one side of my neck to the other, leaving small kisses as his cock throbs inside me. ‘“ I wouldn’t ask you to if I didn’t think I could take it.” I choke out and he presses small kisses from my neck to my back.

He moves away with his cock still inside of me. “Remember, you asked for this.” He says gruffly before snapping his hips against mine hard and fast. My hands fall from the headboard as my back arches, my face in his pillow as he fucks into me relentlessly.

‘Fucks’ fall from my mouth as I feel him twitch inside me, his finger also moving at a pace that has my clit throbbing. Shadows cooling my heated body as I tumble closer to an orgasm. Xaden finally being rough with me has me tumbling over the edge as he fills me, fucking his cum deep inside of me as I lose my breath.

My body feels weightless as it drops to the bed, Xaden gives a few light thrusts before sliding his cock out. I hiss at the sensitivity as he lets go of me and falls to the other side of the bed. Both of us panting from exhaustion. “You okay?” He asks, turning to face me as I weakly lift my head to look at him.

His usual put-together appearance is devilish with sweat gleaming on his face. My mind is hazy as I manage to nod. He pulls me into him, letting me be the little spoon as he wraps are sweaty cum coated bodies together. Silence covers the room, the only sound being our breathing as I drift. My eyes close as my breathing slows,

“Tell your dragon we’re having words once they're done.” Xaden comments and I sigh mumbling out a “Not worth the trouble. He’ll just threaten to incinerate you.” He grumbles before dropping a kiss to my head, my hair splayed out every as I drift back into unconsciousness.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year ago

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Hey I love you fics so much!❤️ I was wondering if I could request a fic of larissa Weems or lady lesso x masc lesbian reader. I’m masc and it would be great to read a smut fic about one of them 💀 that’s if you’re up for it! Literally doesn’t matter what it’s about. Hope you have a great one!

Hey hey hey anon!! Of course 🫰🏻Also, I’m going to combine this with a blog I was inspired by—@imprincipalweemspet ! Her Larissa Weems content is so on point and I highly recommend giving her a look 💕 I couldn’t resist not adding a song 😆 Hope you enjoy! 🥰

Playful Chemistry ~Larissa Weems xFemale Short!Masc!Lesbian!Reader

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, shapeshifting d!ck, missionary, doggystyle, teasing, taunting, begging kink, little bit of cockwarming, etc.

Enjoy (;

You sauntered through the corridors of Nevermore, making your way to Larissa’s office. You let out a sigh as you turned the corner to the last hallway, loosening your tie a bit at the same time. It had been a long day and you would prefer to be able to breath. You knocked on her door and entered once you heard Larissa’s light “Come in…”.

“Hey Sweetheart…” you purred, smiling to finally be done for the day and seeing your loving partner.

Larissa met your gaze and returned a smile, “Hey Baby…” she purred back in return.

Her lips quirked up in a light smirk.

“What…?” You chuckled, coming closer to the blonde and leaning against her desk with your hands clasped together.

“That’s my favorite suit on you…” Larissa purred with a sultry edge to her tone.

“I know…” you teased the blonde, “I feel a but coming on…”.

“But… It always ends up on the floor rather than on you…” she teased back, biting her lip and quirking her eyebrows suggestively.

This caused the both of you to chuckle at her dirty remarks. You liked that about her. Larissa could be professional and formal in one moment and then scandalous and naughty in the next… And before you could stop her, Larissa was running her fingers through and teasing your short and curly locks.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, swatting her hand away playfully, “Thanks a lot, I worked all morning to get my hair slicked back…!”

Larissa giggled at your reaction, “Apologies, Baby, you’re just too cute and irresistible…”

You feigned a look of shock and hurt, “I am not cute! Take that back right now, Larissa Weems…!!”

This caused Larissa to erupt in even more laughter.

“You’re right, I’m sorry you’re so very handsome and irresistible…” she purred, her tone full of sincerity while still trying to regain control of her breathing.

Blush crept up you cheeks.

“Thanks, dear…” you whispered, struggling a bit to take the compliment.

“Anytime, Baby.” Larissa purred, “I just have some paperwork to finish, and then I’m set to go. You can grab a book to read while you wait if you want?” She caringly offered.

You nodded in agreement, going over to the bookshelf. You scanned the shelves and your eyes set on an Austen novel on the fifth shelf up. Larissa lightly observed your actions.You got on your tippy toes to try and reach the book. But you failed with huff.

Then from the other side of the room, you heard a stifled giggle. You head swiveled over to the blonde who was quick to cover her mouth, trying to hide her amusement.

“Something you’d like to add…?” You tauntingly joked.

At that, Larissa stood up from her chair and walked over to you, her frame towering over yours. She grabbed the Austen novel that you wanted with ease, handing it to you.

“You’re so short.” Larissa teased with a light giggle.

You scowled playfully at the blonde.

“Put some inches in me then.” You tauntingly purred back, quirking your eyebrows suggestively to the blonde.

Larissa’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened at your words, being caught completely off guard. You leaned against the bookshelf with smugness plastered all over your face.

And when you least expected it and without any warning whatsoever, Larissa simply lifted you over shoulder. You immediately began squirming in her hold, but you were no match for the strength of that woman.

“It would be my pleasure, honey.” She purred with a smirk plastered all across her face.

“What?!” you exclaimed.

Before you could say anything else, the blonde was already carrying you into her side quarters, attached to her office. She dropped you back onto the ground and immediately pinned you against the door.

“I would love to put some inches in you…” she husked into your ear and then proceeding to smash her lips into yours.

You eagerly met her lips, moaning into the kiss lustfully. You were quick to throw off your blazer, your tie and shirt were next to go, which Larissa ever so graciously helped you with. Breaking from the kiss, you found Larissa’s zipper to her dress and with a breathless nod from Larissa, dragged it all the way down. The dresses pooled at the blondes feat, as Larissa swiftly undid your belt and trousers. She wasn’t wearing any underwear… and fuck did it turn you on… You gulped, gawking at Larissa’s shifted member.

“Don’t get all soft on me now, baby…” Larissa husked in your ear, as she unclipped your bra and let your last article of clothing fall to the floor. Larissa made quick work of her own bra, before picking up and tossing you on the bed. You yelped in response but we’re quickly sated by Larissa crawling on top of you, crashing her lips into yours once more.

You groaned needily into the kiss, as Larissa slid her tongue into your mouth. You pulled away panting, “please love, fuck me… don’t be a tease…” you groaned.

“With pleasure, baby…” Larissa groaned, stroking her dick and shuddering, then moving to line herself up with your aching cunt.

You bucked your hips eagerly, grabbing a fist full of Larissa’s precious locks, your other hand stabilizing itself on Larissa’s shoulder.

“Holy—Fuck…!!” You groaned out, as Larissa thrusted into you, bottoming you out in one fell swoop.

“Oh God Baby…!!” Larissa let out a guttural moan, “Feel so good hugging my cock—!!”

At that, Larissa began pounding into you, which only increased your moans and groans. And Larissa was right there with you, crying out in pleasure.

“—Shit Larissa! Don’t stop…!!” You cried out, as Larissa hit that sweet and sensitive spot deep inside your cunt over and over again.

“Fuck, Darling… I won’t…!!” Larissa moaned, “Keep squeezing my cock like that and I’ll paint your pretty walls with my cum…!”

You groaned in response to the blondes moans, “Fuck yes please…!!”

Pretty soon, both you and Larissa were screaming in pleasure as you came undone in tandem. Your walls graciously milked Larissa’s dick of all its cum, as Larissa crashed her lips into yours, cutting off your cries.

You eventually pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. Then without warning, you swiftly swapped positions with the blonde, collapsing and snuggling into her form underneath you.

“Baby…?” Larissa hazily chuckled.

“Want you to stay inside of me…” you mumbled, nuzzling your face in her breasts, “feels so good…”

Larissa groaned lightly and her cock twitched at the idea of you cockwarming her. You moaned in response to her hitting your sensitive walls.

“I love you so much…” Larissa whispered, her fingers delicately running through your hair.

“Love you more…” you mumbled, lazily attaching your tongue to the blondes perked bud, while still straddling her dick.

Larissa immediately arched her back into your touch.

“Baby, If you keep up this torture, I’ll spin you around and bitch fuck you…” Larissa groaned out.

You hummed in response, as you removed your mouth from her nipple with a pop!, looking up at the blonde.

“That desperate, are we…?” You teased.

At that, Larissa scowled playfully at you before swiftly removing you from her dick and spinning you around so that you were on all fours and she was right behind you. You whimpered in response. Then you felt Larissa’s hardened dick against your dripping pussy. You groaned out in desperate need.

“Beg for it, Baby…” Larissa husked tauntingly in your ear.

You chuckled in response, “Oh no, love…”

With that, you felt a sudden smack! to your ass. You yelped out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Larissa quickly brought her hand to soothe your lightly pink ass.

“Come on, baby…” Larissa needily purred, “You know you want it… please…”

You finally gave in, “Fuck, Sweetheart… fuck me please… fuck me so hard… God wanna be your little cumdumpster…!!” you groaned.

Needing nothing more, Larissa thrusted into you with a pleasurable groan. She then began fucking you from behind at a tortuously slow pace.

“God, Love…!! Faster, Deeper please!!” You groaned, your fists as white as the bedsheets you were clinging onto.

Larissa more than happily complied, thoroughly pounding into you. Strings of leud moans flowed freely from both your and Larissa’s lips. It wasn’t long before the pair of you were crying each others names and coming undone.

You both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily. Larissa instinctually snuggled into your form.

“You know, I still have work to do…” She chuckled, after a few minutes of silence.

You scoffed lightly, “It’s no secret that you, Larissa Weems, would rather be doing me than doing work.” teasing the blonde.

Larissa scowled playfully at you.

“Shut up…” she grumbled, knowing full well that you were right.

You chuckled at her reaction, “Make me.”

With that, Larissa raised her head locked eyes with you. Suddenly she smirked and crashed her lips into yours. You groaned into the bruising kiss. And she didn’t stop kissing you, until you both had to pull away for breathings sake…

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mcsm-confessions · 5 months ago

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Mcsm fandom please make more fanfics that are different genres other than romance! I’m dying to see some sadfics or even horror! Please drop some recommendations more out here or promote them. Begging on my hands and knees

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#mcsm #mcsm confessions #minecraft story mode #mcsm fandom

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knifedancer · 1 year ago

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Not Dating

Day by day, one by one, Marinette’s classmates noticed that the young designer had gotten closer to Felix. Close enough to be considered dating. Finally, the entire class is convinced that the two ARE dating.

The only problem is that Felix nor Marinette seem to know about it.

Felix (PV) x Marinette, posted to AO3.

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~~~SCENE 1: Lila~~~

Lila was walking down a shopping district when she caught sight of her favorite victim—er, classmate eating at a nearby café. Carefully maneuvering around the outdoor patio in a way so that she would not be seen, she noticed that Marinette was not alone… Across from her sat the snobbish cousin of Adrien’s: Felix Graham-Agreste. The Italian narrowed her eyes as she took in their chummy atmosphere. ‘When did they get so close?’

“Oh my gosh, Marinette! What a coincidence!” The liar called out as she exited her hiding spot.

The designer’s countenance darkened a bit as the liar approached, her voice dropping into a flat irritated tone. “Lila.” The snake’s eyes gleamed with a cruel light, her smile becoming a bit sharper.

“What do you want, Rossi?” Came the exasperated, blunt voice of her pale blond companion. Rude.

“What? Can’t I say hello to my classmates? I stop by this café all the time; the owner is like a father to me. I highly recommend the pasta!”

“It’s a boba café, they don’t sell pasta!” Cried the exasperated class president.

“Well, it’s on the secret men—”

“Hi, order number 42?” A waiter interrupted, pointing to the little plastic table number resting beside Felix’s elbow. “Who had the honeydew milk tea?” Marinette raised her hand and he set it before her. “And one matcha milk tea for the gentleman. Please enjoy.”

The two teens stared down Lila as the waiter left two straws and returned to his post inside to take orders. She scoffed as she sauntered away, pretending to look over the posted menu while spying on the pair. ‘Perhaps I can get something good to lie about at school tomorrow…’ she thought, watching them from the corner of her eye.

“Mm, this honeydew is delicious!” The bluenette remarked while sipping happily on her drink.

“Let me try,” Lila watched as Felix grabbed the drink right out of Marinette’s hands.

“Hey! Don’t steal all my tapioca pearls, jerk!”

The blond brought the same straw to his lips to take a sip. “Hmm, you’re right, not too sweet.” The designer’s scowl transformed into a smug smile as he set the glass back down in front of her, continuing to enjoy her drink without a second thought.

‘Did they just…indirectly kiss?! Oh my, talk about juicy gossip!’ Lila’s lips curled into a wicked smile; she couldn’t wait to twist this into a new story tomorrow!

~~~ The next day…

“You’ll never believe this, girls. Marinette was on a date with Felix!” Lila sobbed, “After I told her how much I liked him, too!”

“Aw, Lila…I’m sure that’s not what it was,” Mylene comforted the girl.

“I saw it! They were all lovey-dovey, sharing a drink—” The liar attempted.

“Girl, are you sure that your lying disease isn’t acting up again?” Alya asked skeptically as Lila tensed. “I mean…Marinette and Felix? Pfft, that’d never happen!”

“Does seem rather far-fetched,” murmured Juleka in agreement.

“But I really saw—" she tried again in vain.

“Shh, it’s okay. Why don’t you tell us more about your recent trip to Achu instead, Lila?” Rose begged the flabbergasted liar.

~~~SCENE 2: Adrien~~~

It was Saturday and the teen heartthrob of Paris had just finished a photoshoot early. Nathalie had even agreed to let him enjoy a little free time! ‘Too bad Nino is busy with Alya today,’ he thought glumly as he looked around the park. Spying his favorite designer’s balcony in the distance brought a smile to his face once again. ‘Maybe Marinette would want to play some UMS III!’ Destination set, Adrien began crossing the park at a leisurely pace, enjoying the sun and the breeze on such a pleasant day.

He watched as kids chased each other through the park, vendors sold balloons and treats, and friends picnicked on checkered blankets. The model smiled as his roaming eyes noted happy couples – like the two giggling college students holding hands as they walked, Marinette and Felix lounging under a tree, the young man chasing—WAIT. Marinette and Felix were what?

Adrien’s eyes locked back onto the pair beneath the tree in disbelief. Felix was sitting with his back against the trunk while reading the book he held in one hand. Sprawled out between his knees was a slumbering bluenette, her sketchpad forgotten on her lap while her fingers still twitched with the pencil between the digits. Her body was slumped slightly to the right, her head lazily resting against his cousin’s chest. Dumbstruck, he continued to stare as Felix brought his free hand up to turn the page before returning it back to its original place, his silver ring gleaming in a wayward sunbeam as his fingers idly played with one of Marinette’s pigtails.

They looked…comfortable. Closer than he remembered them being.

Marinette seemed to stir, her eyes squinting slightly against the sunlight before she began to shift. The blond’s hand extracted itself from her hair, his eyes falling away from those crisp white pages to gaze down at the girl in his lap. The bluenette resettled on her left side, half curled against his chest and readily fell back to sleep. With unbridled fascination, Adrien watched a soft smile spread across Felix’s face before his hand cupped around her cheek to gently play with the short hairs that curled in front of her ears. His smile never wavered as his eyes returned back to the book in his other hand as if the whole exchange had never happened.

Felix looked…happy and, perhaps, in love?

‘Are they…dating?’ The model’s brow scrunched in thought, considering the whole exchange as he quietly walked in the opposite direction. ‘Good for them. I should congratulate them at school tomorrow!’

‘Maybe Luka is available for a jam session,’ Adrien pulled out his phone to call the older boy.

~~~SCENE 3: Adrien and Alix~~~

After school the next day, while waiting for his ride, Adrien flagged down his cousin coming down the stairs. Felix gave his usual short greeting before expectantly looking at him. Noting they didn’t have much time to spare, he decided to cut to the chase.

“I noticed you and Marinette have gotten rather close recently,” Adrien smiled warmly.

“Yes, she’s been very welcoming and warm. She grows on you, much like a fungus,” the snobbish blond replied while his eyes drifted towards the entry way as if looking for someone.

“Come on, Fe! You don’t need to be so obtuse. She’s really special, isn’t she?” The model raised his eyebrows, attempting to put a heavier meaning behind his words. All he got was a distracted, affirmative hum in reply. Settling a hand on his cousin’s shoulder, his grey eyes shifted back to Adrien. The model looked directly into Felix’s eyes with a bright smile, “I just wanted to tell you that I’m really happy for you two!”

His cousin’s face scrunched up in confusion but, before he could question the green eye blond, his attention was captured by a shriek coming from the stairs behind them. Felix turned just in time to catch a flying bluenette against his chest with an “oof!” before she could hit the ground.

Alix jumped down from the top step and swooped around them in her skates, looking frantic. “Oh my gods, Mari! I’m so sorry, I thought you saw me coming. Are you okay?”

“Kubdel, what the hell were you thinking? You know Marinette has her head in the clouds 80% of the time!” Felix scolded the pink haired girl while setting the young designer down on her feet, keeping her in the protective ring of his arms. Turning to her, his tone became a tender and worried murmur, “Are you alright, princess?”

“I’m purrfectly fine, she didn’t mean to bump into me! Besides,” Alix and Adrien watched as her smile turned fond, “you caught me before I could get hurt. My hero.” She pretended to swoon and, although Felix scowled, his eyes remained soft. They watched as he took her bag from her shoulder and then grabbed her hand. Neither classmate missed how the grey eyed boy threaded his fingers through hers.

“You’re likely to fall over if I don’t hold onto you. Let’s get you home in one piece, shall we?” He nodded to the two as he led Marinette away, the unlikely duo murmuring to themselves – smiling and laughing as if in their own little world.

“Are those two dating?” Alix inquired with obvious confusion.

“Yup, I saw them cuddling in the park over the weekend. I was pretty surprised but I’m happy for them. I think she’s good for him,” Adrien grinned.

“Huh. I always thought she’d end up with you,” the pink haired girl shrugged and skated away from the now blushing blond.

“Wait, what?!”

~~~SCENE 4: Amelie~~~

The Graham-Agreste family didn’t travel outside of Paris much these days but, when they did, it was usually for a week at a time. Amelie had warned her son about the impending trip to visit a business contact in Greece and he seemed less than thrilled. She suspected it had something to do with the sweet classmate he had been spending so much free time with. She wasn’t blind but pretended to be whenever Felix’s face softened and an unconscious smile spread on his face when he would receive a text from her. She even had her own ringtone! And today? Why, Amelie was in for quite the treat because that very classmate appeared at their door just a few hours ago to help Felix pack for his trip.

She didn’t miss the chance to remind her teenage son to leave his door open as she didn’t wish to be a grandmother…yet. Nor did she miss both turning bright red at the implication of her words.

Amelie had checked a few times – while walking down the hallway, she didn’t want to cramp his style – and noted that he had left the door ajar as requested. This allowed her to catch snippets of their muffled conversation and laughter in passing. Not that she was trying to eavesdrop, but those joyful sounds made her so happy. It made her heart swell that Felix had finally found someone he could relax and be himself with! Her grumpy little man had made a friend – a girl friend no less – and Amelie was over the moon!

‘Come to think of it, it has been a while and they are awful quiet…’ she internally mused. ‘Better go check on them.’

The older blond set down her crossword and headed upstairs, approaching the bedroom door as quietly as she could. She heard nothing as she paused outside the door. Curiosity getting the better of her, she pushed the door open soundlessly. She had to bite her lip to stop from cooing over what she found!

Felix’s carryon was packed and set at the foot of the bed with care, a light jacket draped over the handle in preparation of their early flight. A single lamp on his nightstand was on, illuminating the scene before her in the dusk-colored room. In the middle of the duvet lay the two teens, about a foot apart but facing each other, unconsciously holding hands as they peacefully napped side-by-side. Tiptoeing to the end of the bed, Amelie pulled out her phone and snapped a few silent photos – noting with glee the tiny smile on her son’s face as he slept. With an airy sigh through her nose, she silently departed so the two could rest.

‘They make such a cute couple! I’ll have to frame these photos for when they get married…’

~~~SCENE 5: Juleka and Nathaniel~~~

A few weeks later, Madame Bustier had paired up students for an art history project. Juleka and Nathaniel had scheduled some time during lunch to study in the library, hoping to get the necessary books for their chosen historical figure: Marcel Duchamp. They greeted the librarian and headed towards the art history section, flipping through various books to find the most relevant information. Suddenly a giggle cut through the quiet and caught the attention of the two studious classmates. Peeking around the end of the row and looking toward the beanbag chairs in the reading nook, they spied two teens engaging in a tickle fight. Their eyes widened as they realized the grinning blond was none other than Felix and the snorting giggles were escaping a very pink, writhing Marinette.

“Is that…are they…” Nathaniel questioned under his breath, Juleka nodding vaguely to confirm that she was witnessing the same thing. This was not the work of an akuma.

They watched silently as the bluenette twisted and struggled to evade the blond boy’s nimble fingers, eventually ending up tangled and panting in an embrace that resembled a human Gordian Knot. Her legs were draped across his lap and an ankle hooked around one of his, her arms weaved and locked around his upper torso, her fingers driven into his hair. Felix’s head rested against her collar bone, his eyes shut, and lips curved into a smug smile. Their bodies were pressed so tightly together that not even a breeze could get between them. “You could have just told me you wanted to nap! Gods, you’re such a cat sometimes!” Marinette scolded softly with a huff of laughter, her fingers petting the skin and long hair at the base of his neck as the boy seemed to melt further against the young designer.

“Do you think they’re dating?” Juleka whispered in amazement.

“Certainly seems like it,” the red head replied.

~~~SCENE 6: Mylene and Rose~~~

“…And the whole park just looks so lovely with all those new trees planted! Thank you for helping with my beautification project, Rose!” Mylene expressed happily to the strawberry blond beside her as they wandered into the cafeteria.

“I was so happy to help. The flowers are going to smell amazing when they begin to blossom!” Rose swooned softly before bumping into someone in her distracted state. “Oh, hey Marinette! What have you got there?”

“Hey guys! I made bento boxes today, want to see?” The bluenette opened the two boxes for their perusal. Inside were tiny hotdog octopi piled so close together that they seemed to be kissing, slices of fried chicken, rice balls with seaweed hearts stuck all over them, and a small salad filled with heart shaped veggies. The two girls cooed over each detail, noting the obvious theme…

“Did you make these for your crush, Marinette?” Rose chirped sweetly, “So romantic!”

“Wh-what?! N-no, no! I just made these because I wanted to…” the young designer blushed crimson at their words and nervously rubbed the back of her neck. “I kind of fell down a YouTube rabbit hole with Kagami the other day and became super obsessed with the idea. I’m not very good though, I still need a bunch of practice…”

The colorful dreadlocked girl smiled kindly, “I think it’s really sweet! You know, I bet Adrien would—”

“Oh shoot! Sorry, girls, I promised Felix we’d have lunch together to work on our project and I really want to eat before this gets cold,” interrupted a distracted Marinette as she packed up her bento, her face scrunched as she took in the grumpy blond at the far end of the cafeteria.

“Sure, see you later, Mari!” Rose and Mylene watched as their friend crossed the room to sit with Felix. “They’ve been spending a lot of time together lately, huh?”

The mousey girl nodded, watching in fascination as their class rep seemed to scold the pale blond for only eating an apple before spreading the two bento boxes between them on the table. Felix responded with an eyeroll from the other side of his book, but Marinette just gesticulated her hand brandishing chopsticks to wave off his arguments. They were taken aback a moment later when she scooped a mouthful from the box and blew away the steam, then offered it to the boy with a silent ‘say ah!’ The grump seemed to huff before dutifully taking the morsel into his mouth, not letting her feeding him interrupt his reading. Marinette smiled brightly and continued to feed them both in this fashion, completely oblivious of the two shocked girls watching from afar.

The petite bubbly girl squealed with joy! “Do you think she actually made the bento for Felix? Oh my goodness, she filled it with hearts!”

“And he accepted it! We’ve got to tell the girls!” Mylene gushed, thrilled to see their sweet friend find love and appreciation.

Looks like the Adrienette fan club needs to disband…

~~~SCENE 7: Kim~~~

It was date night with his girl, Ondine. He had lost their bet at swim practice, so she got to pick the movie – some American “classic” called Grease playing at a small, off-the-beaten-path theater. She seemed happy so Kim wasn’t about to complain. ‘I just hope it’s not a total chick flick! I’ll have to catch the latest John Wick with the guys next weekend…’ he internally sighed. It was early evening on a weeknight, a few bored employees manned the front, and very few patrons were in attendance. Most appeared to be couples out on their own dates. The two athletic teens settled into their seats near the back – prime make out territory for couples, oh yeah – just in time for the lights to dim.

Suddenly, about five minutes into the film, the entry door on the opposite side of the auditorium opened with a loud BANG and made everyone present jump. Kim heard a familiar voice call out a whispered “sorry!” before catching sight of a couple quietly making their way down the aisle and settling a few rows down from where he was. One tall, lanky, dour blond and a shorter, contrite looking bluenette… Wait, was that Felix and Marinette? As Ondine hummed and danced in her seat to ‘Summer Lovin,’ Kim curiously watched as the duo took their seats in the back half of the theater. Once seated, there was some sort of frantic movement from Marinette before Felix settled his arm over her shoulders and pulled her closer; the young designer’s head coming to rest against his chest. Kim’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline and his jaw dropped.

Were they on a DATE?

Distracted, Kim draped his arm around his girlfriend and stared off towards the screen unseeing for a few moments, the gears in his head slowly turning. They arrived together. They seemed cuddly with each other. His eyes widened. ‘Wait, they…’ He glanced over a few times to verify, ‘…they sat in the make out section!’ By the time the characters were dancing around the carnival to ‘We Go Together,’ the Vietnamese boy noticed out of the corner of his eye that Felix had long ago rested his head on top of Mari’s and had occasionally rubbed his cheek against her dark hair.

Maybe it wasn’t really them?

The credits rolled and the dim house lights came on, allowing him to get a better look at the couple as they got up to leave. Oh, yup, it was definitely Felix and Marinette. He nodded along as Ondine gushed about the film, watching his classmates ahead of them from his peripherals. Marinette was gesturing widely, her eyes lit up in a way that only happened when she spoke about fashion. The grouchy teen was gone, a warm smile on his face as he gazed down at the girl beside him. Once outside, he watched as the smile turned into a frown once again – this time only because the bluenette was shivering. He thought he heard the blond murmur “are you cold, Bug?” but he wasn’t sure. For the second time that night, Kim was shocked as Felix shrugged out of his coat and draped it around the dark-haired girl before pulling her close as they walked down the street.

Ondine looked between Kim and the couple, tilting her head a bit. “Isn’t that your friend, Marinette?”

“Yeah…” the taller boy replied hesitantly.

“Wow, she and her boyfriend make such a cute couple!”

~~~SCENE 8: Chloe & Nino~~~

Nino’s groan of frustration was so loud that it reverberated off the walls of the hallway, “Chloe! Look, I’m not thrilled about having to do this report with you either but I’m not going to let you just not do anything!”

The haughty blond girl huffed, crossing her arms with a pout. “I can’t believe you’re going to make me do…” She paused, her mouth opening and closing like she was attempting to spit out something foul tasting, “…homework, Lahiffe. I have far more interesting things to do – like my mani-pedi! These hands don’t just look perfect all on their own!”

“Just use your phone to search for some information on Louise Bourgeois. You insisted on picking her since you’re related but you have to do more than pick the topic!”

Chloe scoffed and turned towards the other blond that had wandered out of the classroom, “Felikins, tell Lahiffe here that a young woman like myself has important needs!”

Felix settled against the wall beside the classroom door and rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to reply when a stumbling blur came through the doorway and seized his attention. Nino watched in fascination as Adrien’s cousin quickly spun – was he always that fast? – and caught the figure in his arms, his face scrunched up in confusion and concern. As he raised himself from a crouch, the DJ was able to see he now held a barely conscious Marinette.

“Dudette! She okay?” Nino stepped closer with an outstretched hand, worry evident in his tone. Sure, he hadn’t been able to hang out with her as much lately, but he knew her! His oldest friend tended to push herself too hard and take on too much, plus she had developed a sensitivity to cold recently… Made her susceptible to getting sick very easily.

Then something unexpected happened that stunned them to silence... The grey eyed boy leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead, his face transforming from worry to shock before effortlessly scooping the limp bluenette up bridal style. His voice softened, “Marinette, you have a fever! Did you go out without your jacket again?” He huffed as the girl whined weakly in his arms. Turning to the two of them, his tone became all business once more, “Excuse me, it seems I need to take her to the nurse.” The two shocked classmates stepped aside as a very fierce looking Felix hastened down the hall like a man on a mission. Nino could swear he heard Felix’s voice echoed a ‘what am I going to do with you, princess?’ as he turned the corner, but Felix surely wouldn’t say something like that… would he? Then again…

“Did Felix just…kiss Marinette? Do you think they’re dating?” Nino wondered aloud.

His words seemed to snap Chloe out of her stupor, she spun to face him and screeched in disbelief, “What?! Dating? Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”

~~~SCENE 9: Sabine & Tom~~~

Sabine was a patient, protective, intuitive woman. She watched her beautiful daughter trip over herself for a boy in her school – a model, no less – she just shook her head. Adrien seemed like a sweet boy but distracted and flighty. Tom thought he seemed like a good match for their sweet girl at first and welcomed him into their home like they would a future son-in-law; Sabine was unconvinced though. Not that she would treat the sweet teen model without her usual kindness – he was her little Bǎobèi‘s friend, after all. He just wasn’t the right one.

However, about half a year later Marinette came home with another blond boy that immediately caught her attention. The new boy, Felix, looked similar to Adrien but was entirely different. Sure, both boys were respectful, handsome, and polite… However, where Adrien was falling over himself for approval and acceptance, Felix walked with a gait that seemed to communicate he needed no one’s approval. She watched with interest as their friendship developed and noted with a smile that the grumpy boy balanced out their daughter’s overexuberance. She softened his hard edges; his quiet support allowed her self-confidence to blossom. He brought structure and order; she ruffled his feathers and introduced some spontaneity to his life. Sabine and Tom had friendly bets going that the two would become something more, but nothing had shown that that was happening. There had been an obvious change in their dynamic a few weeks ago and the bakers were thrilled! Perhaps this was the moment? No.

At this rate, her daughter was going to cost her $30 if they didn’t get together by the end of the month…

It had been a couple days since a worried Felix carried a feverish Marinette home from school. He made sure to come by each day with notes, assignments, and to inquire about her health. Sabine could tell by the way his eyes drifted to the back stairs during each visit that he wanted to see her – not that the taciturn blond would admit such a thing. The two teens were in the living room watching a movie now that she was feeling better. Sabine smiled softly as she washed a few dishes in the sink, ‘As if illness would keep that boy away from your side, Bǎobèi…’ The blond teen was sitting a respectful distance from her daughter on the couch as they chatted about the plot quietly, smiles on both of their faces.

Marinette began to shiver, her body not quite recovered, and whined about feeling cold. Sabine watched as Felix rolled his eyes before getting up, eliciting a louder whine from the girl on the couch. He passed the kitchen with a nod and wordlessly went up the stairs to the designer’s room, returning with a thick fluffy blanket as if he was used to fetching things in their house or for their daughter. Odd. The boy proceeded to drape the blanket over his blue-eyed classmate, carefully tucking it around her whole form before lifting her feet and encasing them as well. Marinette made happy noises as she began to settle in when a sudden movement made her squawk with indignation. Sabine turned in time to see Felix sit closer to her, Marinette’s feet on his lap as he began to unconsciously rub them through the cover of the blanket.

The older bluenette smiled, watching the two returning back to their bantering. Sabine quietly dried her hands and went back down to the bakery. Tom was going to want to hear all about this!

~~~Later…

Tom and his wife tiptoed up the stairs, hoping to catch a glimpse of the two teens without their notice. There, on the couch and basking in the glow of the DVD menu, lay two sleeping teens. Their daughter was cocooned in the blanket like a caterpillar going through metamorphosis, only her head was visible. However, laying slightly behind and draped over the blanket was the slumbering form of Felix. His arms unconsciously pulled her closer, causing their Bǎobèi to hum happily.

“Better be ready to pay up, honey,” whispered Sabine with a grin. “This boy is definitely our Nǚxù.”

Tom chuckled softly, pulling out his phone and opening the notes app. “Do you think he’ll like strawberry crème for their wedding cake?”

“Perhaps lemon, it would go very well with that cream cheese buttercream you’ve been testing out…”

The two adults retreated back to the bakery to continue their discussion, leaving the two teens blissfully unaware that the details of their anticipated nuptials would likely be hammered out by the end of the week.

~~~SCENE 10: Sabrina & Roger Raincomprix~~~

Lt. Roger Raincomprix returned home after his evening patrol, dropping his keys on the entryway table before letting out a long sigh. Tonight had been a long shift but he needed to speak to his daughter before she went to bed… He plodded down the hallway to her room and knocked when he saw the light still shining from beneath the door. “Sabrina? Are you still up, pumpkin?”

“Come on in, Dad!” Roger nervously pushed his way in, finding his smiling daughter dressed in her pajamas and sitting at her desk. “We have a big test tomorrow, so I was just getting in one last review before going to bed.”

“That’s good, honey. We need to have a talk,” the officer sat on the edge of his daughter’s bed and fidgeted with his hands. He wasn’t sure how to broach this topic with his teenage daughter but, some things had happened that evening that made Roger realize that he needed to make sure she was being safe.

“Something wrong, Dad? Did something happen on patrol tonight?” Sabrina’s tone became pensive, concerned for the serious look that her father was sporting.

He dropped his eyes to the floor, flexing his hands in and out of fists as he spoke haltingly. “Yes. Uh…well… Pumpkin, you’re a young woman now. Hormones are hard to deal with as a teen and you’re…going to meet someone special…and you’re going to have some urges—”

“DAD!” The scandalized cry brought his eyes up to meet her own wide, cyan-colored eyes. “Are you…trying to give me the ‘birds and the bees’ talk?”

He swallowed thickly, “Yes, sweetie. You’re sixteen now and—”

His daughter crossed her arms and gave him a flat look as she interrupted again, “I don’t even have a romantic interest right now, Dad. We already covered this in Sex Ed. What is this really about? What happened on patrol?”

Roger gave a long sigh and his brow furrowed. ‘I shouldn’t tell her what happened but… Sabrina wouldn’t tell anyone.’

He cleared his throat. “There was an incident with two of your classmates tonight in the park—”

“WHAT? Who?”

“Sabine’s daughter, Marinette, and that blond kid…what was his name again? Not the model.”

“Felix Graham-Agreste?”

He snapped his fingers, “That’s the one! Caught the two of them in the park canoodling…”

~~Earlier…

Lt. Raincomprix whistled softly as he walked past the hero statue in the park. It had been a quiet shift besides the akuma – not that he could assist with that! – which the heroes apparently wrapped up a few minutes ago, if the recent swarm of ladybugs was any indication. ‘I wonder what those two do after the fight? Chat Noir seems suave, he’s probably some playboy…’ Suddenly a crash and groans were heard. Roger pulled out his flashlight and rushed toward the bushes where the noise originated. There, he found two teens he recognized from his daughter’s class in a compromising position…

Felix Graham-Agreste was slouched back against the trunk of a tree and Marinette Dupain-Cheng was slumped forward between his knees, both staring towards the light with wide eyes. Their hair and clothes were in disarray, small twigs and leaves attached to the strands as if they had been rolling through the bushes. One of the bluenette’s hands was resting upon his thigh, while the other was gripping the front of his belt. The blond had a hand on the back of her head and the other pressed against her upper back, as if pulling her towards him. Felix’s shirt had been untucked and ridden up to expose his stomach; Marinette’s shirt gaped open in the front where a few buttons had popped off to reveal the lacy shoulder strap of her bra.

“What do you two think you’re doing? A park is no place for a lover’s tryst!” Lt. Raincomprix exclaimed.

The two looked each other over briefly before turning red in the face, the small girl squeaked in embarrassment as the boy pulled her close to cover her exposed décolletage and flaming face. He cleared his throat to try to regain some semblance of decorum. “Our apologies, Officer. We weren’t… this isn’t… this was an accident…”

“So are many babies that come from young teenage relationships, son. I understand, I was a young, hot-blooded man myself once.” Roger chuckled at the memory of his adolescent escapades. The two teens in front of him rose to their feet, a flustered Marinette clutched the front of her shirt closed as a more composed Felix kept an arm around her while he continued to shield her from view with his body. “Head on home. I don’t want to be finding you two in the bushes after dark again, you hear?”

The two teens nodded and started the trek back towards the bakery, Roger could hear the bluenette muttering about this being all the boy’s fault. Before they could escape the park, the officer called back out to them. “Oh! And remember to use protection!” He could see the pale blond stiffen and a new flush of red go up the back of his neck at the comment. He chuckled and murmured quietly, “Kids these days…”

~~~Present…

“…I know they’re in your class and you’re all about the same age. It’s totally natural to express your love that way. I just wanted to have a talk with you to make sure that you’ll be safe.” Roger smiled at his daughter and ruffled her hair. “Alright, pumpkin, thanks for hearing me out. Just wait to give me grandkids until you’re a bit older, hm?” He chuckled and walked from the room with a wave. “Sweet dreams and good luck on that test tomorrow!”

A gaping Sabrina stared at the door that her father closed behind him, trying to grasp the facts – Felix and Marinette were apparently caught in a park together.

Were they even dating? It was obviously serious!

Or was he just using her?

How had no one noticed?

She needed to talk to Chloe!

~~~SCENE 11: Max~~~

The cafeteria was busy when Max Kanté wandered in, almost every seat was taken, and a few students had even braved sitting on the notoriously filthy tabletops. Markov scanned the area and found an empty chair near the resident grumpy blond in the corner – was he saving it for someone? Or perhaps most were just too intimidated to ask? Based on various factors, the bespectacled teen calculated that he had a 64.8% chance of success approaching him verses someone else in their class. He’d take those odds.

Approaching the distant table, he noted that Felix Graham-Agreste was focused – leaned forward on elbows and brow furrowed – on a laptop screen in front of him and, once he was within two meters of his target, that it appeared he was playing a video game. Max’s curiosity was peaked. “Hello Felix, apologies, I noticed you were playing a game. I was unaware you were a gamer. Perhaps you would be interested in being a beta test—”

The blond winced slightly and sat back, looking up at the suspender-wearing boy with a wry smirk. “I’m not, Kante. I am attempting to try a game recommended to me by an acquaintance. I’m afraid this endeavor is likely fruitless.”

“Oh,” Max paused, unsure how to continue the conversation. “Well, if you change your mind, I wouldn’t mind a non-gamer perspective. My games should be user friendly to professionals and novices alike.” Felix hummed in response, his eyes returning to the screen where 32-bit sprites bounced in place while awaiting orders. ‘Likely an emulator game considering the archaic graphics,’ he thought to himself.

He cleared his throat and rested his hand on the back of the open chair. “I actually came here to ask if I could take the chair or are you saving it?”

Felix’s eyes flickered over the item before he waved dismissively, “Take it. I’m not saving it.”

“Many thanks. Enjoy your game.” The blond teen snorted in reply and turned back towards his computer.

Max moved to a table nearby, settling in to eat with a few members of the AV club to discuss the latest technology released at the recent Consumer Electronics Show (CES). While one boy animatedly spoke of the newest VR technologies, the bespectacled boy noticed Marinette swerving between the tables; he raised his hand to greet her, but she only gave a wave in passing before stopping beside Felix. Unusual. The distance between them was not great and, though he did not mean to, he could not help eavesdropping inadvertently.

“Hey Felix! Are you…playing a game?” The bluenette leaned over his shoulder, tilting her head at what was displayed.

“Yes, although not very well.” He chuckled softly.

“…But you don’t like video games,” he hummed as she paused in thought. “What brought on the change of heart?”

Felix roughly cleared his throat and preoccupied himself with brushing nonexistent dust from the keyboard keys rather than meeting her eyes. When he finally spoke, Max could barely hear his voice over the general din. “…You enjoy it.” Were his ears red? That had to be a trick of the light!

Marinette whipped her head towards him, blinking a few times as she absorbed his words. Max could see the instant they sunk in: her cheeks took on a rosy glow, her eyes softened, and a sweet smile spread across her face. Were they…flirting? Max was unsure. She leaned in a bit closer, “So…what are we playing?”

Felix seemed to recover some of his normal composure at her reply, “Final Fantasy 7, unfortunately.”

“Wait, the original 1997 release? I love that game!” Marinette glanced around for a chair, frowning when she didn’t see one available. She contemplated the tabletop with a quick swipe of her hand, grimacing at finding something sticky. She wiped her hand lightly on her dark wash jeans and mumbled something that made the boy scoff. They seemed to exchange a look before he sat back and made a gesture in front of him.

Wait! Was Felix Graham-Agreste offering what Max thought he was offering?

No! Couldn’t be! There was only a 13.7% chance that…

Max stared with wide eyes as the blue-eyed designer smiled graciously before casually taking a seat on the blond’s lap – as if this was an everyday occurrence! – before proceeding into a detailed breakdown of the game mechanics and basic strategy. Felix loosely looped an arm around her waist to hold her steady while her hands fluttered about to emphasize her words. The pale blond rested his chin on her shoulder, his eyes attentive and focused on the screen once more, nodding along while his body language communicated contentment. Lifting the sleeve of his green polo shirt, Max pinched himself to make sure he was not imagining this strange manifestation, then glanced around for an akuma for good measure. Nope, this was real.

‘Looks like I need to adjust my calculations…’ he thought, baffled.

~~~SCENE 12: The Whole Class~~~

After a few long days of presentations and exams (and multiple late-night stress-induced akumas – midterms, amirite?), students were rewarded with a school board mandated half day as a “stress relief” measure. Dupont’s was scheduled on Wednesday and teachers had doubled up on homework assignments, but Madam Bustier’s class wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth! The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and they had time off from school! They quickly arranged for a potluck styled picnic in the park and most of their group had arrived by the allotted time…

“Hey, where’s Marinette and Felix?” Max questioned.

“Don’t know about Felix but you know my girl, she’s always running late,” Alya chuckled.

“They’re probably coming together!” Rose chirped from beside a nodding Mylene. Juleka seemed to be murmuring something about a Felinette fan club to a perplexed Ivan.

The Ladyblogger scoffed, “Yeah right. They can barely stand each other at school.” Alix seemed to be quietly chuckling at something Nathaniel was muttering about from the shade of a nearby tree.

Nino and Adrien shared a look beside a smug Kim. “They seemed pretty chummy to me,” the jock shrugged while the other two boys nodded emphatically.

Lila crossed her arms with a huff, “I tried to tell you, Aly—”

“Pardon our tardiness, someone couldn’t pick what flavor juice they wanted…” interrupted Felix with an annoyed tone.

Everyone turned to see the grumpy blond, who had suddenly appeared and was setting down a few boxes of pastries from the boulangerie. He was dressed in a crisp white linen button up, the long sleeves belying the warmth in the air, with his typical grey vest and slacks. Trailing behind was a contrite looking Marinette carrying a large jug of grape juice, her flirty grey skirt and short-sleeved white blouse with white embroidery seeming to match Felix in a casual way. Most present would agree that that was the best way to describe the pair: formal vs. casual, yet somehow complimentary. Well, most people anyway – Alya called it a coincidence!

“There were too many options,” she protested with a scoff, “rich people apparently like to have a bazillion different kinds of juice!”

“It’s called ‘having a selection’ and that’s not even a number!” The boy snarked back, wandering closer to Adrien with an eyeroll. The designer grumbled as she poured herself a cup of juice.

“Now that everyone’s here, let’s get this party started!” Nino cried while pumping a fist in the air, cueing Max to start up the tunes while the group mingled over snacks and students settled into a rough circle on a collection of picnic blankets.

Everyone was laughing and having a good time, although many were stealing glances at the bluenette and pale blond as they seemed to coordinate or maneuver around each other like some kind of elaborate dance. His hand steadying her elbow as she wobbled while getting up, her wordlessly placing a few extra cheese squares onto his plate, a tap or a smile or a shoulder bump somehow communicating each other’s needs without words. The food began to dwindle after a couple amicable – if scrutinizing – hours passed. All that remained was a handful of badly bruised fruit and the dwindling drink supply. It was during a moment when Marinette was refilling her cup with juice at the nearby table and Felix turned a certain way that it happened…

“Uh, Fe… You have something on your collar.” Adrien pointed towards his own neck to indicate the general location. “Did you spill something on yourself?”

“No,” puzzled the teen in question, popping open the top button, pulling the collar away from his neck and into the edges of his field of vision.

“Yeah, dude, it kinda looks like lipstick?” Nino helpfully contributed.

Felix face morphed into a flat look of irritation before leaning back to call over his shoulder, “You got lipstick on me again?”

‘AGAIN?’ The class thought simultaneously, shocked speechless.

Oblivious to the turmoil he had created in their classmates, the grumpy blond turned to speak directly to the approaching bluenette. “What is it with you and always leaving marks on me, hm?”

Jaws slackened, unsure what to make of such a bold statement. However, Alya’s eyes had zeroed in on the exposed skin around Felix’s collar bones and shoulder… which were covered in light scratches. Scratches that were obviously made by human fingernails rather than by an animal. ‘As if given in the heat of passion…’ The thought caused her to choke on a bite of food and left her coughing roughly to clear her windpipe.

“It’s not like I meant to—AH!” Marinette’s toe caught on a rock, lurching her forward and causing the grape juice to go airborne. As if in slow motion, everyone watched in silent fascination as the purple stream crashed down on Felix. With a bland look and soft growl, the now wet teen dragged a hand down his face and looked into the bluebell eyes staring at him in horror. A silent conversation seemed to pass between the two as everyone held their breath – Adrien’s cousin was not known for being forgiving, especially when it came to his clothes. After a couple seconds, the young designer scrambled up and began to blot his face and neck with a few wrinkled napkins that she had crushed in her hand when she fell.

“Oh gods… I’m so, so sorry, Felix!” They watched as his brow furrowed and he captured the wrist of one fussing hand in his. Just as he was about to open his mouth to give a – likely scathing – retort, she suddenly perked up with a determined glint in her eye. In one fluid motion she reversed his hold and yanked them both to their feet. “I know! Let’s go back to my house so you can change, I have one of your shirts from last time!”

With a quick tug and a brusque ‘see ya’ over her shoulder, the two were off! The drenched blond stumbling after the exuberant bluenette bounding gracefully across the grass, moving so fast that they were quickly out of earshot. Leaving behind the cacophony of vocalized reactions of their friends and classmates to such a proclamation…

“Wait—”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN—”

“…Last time?”

“Do you think that means they…”

“DUDE!”

“…my ship…”

“Damn, get it, bro!”

“Did you see…”

“I told you so!”

“What just happened?!”

“Ridiculous! If you hadn’t already told me, Sabrina, I would not have believed it.” Chloe’s muttered words, although not loud, cut through the din and silenced all present. Twelve sets of eyes landed on the duo as if seeking answers or insider gossip.

“Wait! What do you know, Sabrina?” Alya questioned with narrowed eyes.

“Well…” she hesitated, looking around nervously before dropping her eyes to the checkered pattern of the blanket she sat on. “My dad said, the other night…”

~~~SCENE 13: The Confrontation~~~

No one was really sure how it started but the newest ‘golden couple’ was in the middle of an argument during their free period. Madam Bustier had left to gather more materials for later coursework. Everyone watched with silent interest as Marinette and Felix seemed to forget that the rest of the room existed, teasing smirks and flashing eyes only for each other.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah!”

“You and what army?”

“I don’t need an army, I can best you all by myself.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

The class collectively held their breath as the two edged closer and closer. The space between them on their shared bench disappeared as they leaned in, eyes locked together as grey gazed deeply into blue, nose to nose and humid breaths mingling as they continued to banter. Marinette’s bangs brushed Felix’s forehead as he tilted his head and his features adopted a more cocksure appearance, as if he was challenging her. She leaned ever closer, their lips only a whisper apart as their voices dropped in timbre. Time seemed to slow to a stop in the classroom. The anticipation was so thick that it was choking every ambient sound into silence…

“JUST KISS ALREADY!”

In an instant the spell was broken. Everyone jumped at the screeched words and searched for the source. There stood a panting, flushed Juleka. Her hands planted on her desk as she leaned aggressively forward, a fierce fire burning in her eyes as they bored into Marinette and Felix – as if the strength of her will alone would make it happen. A few groans were heard as the couple leaned away with widened eyes, only now realizing they had an audience.

“What did you say?” questioned the pale blond, his lips turning down into a frown.

“We’re saying you don’t need to hide your relationship anymore,” Ivan smiled softly.

“Guys, what…” the young designer chuckled incredulously.

“We know you two are dating,” answered Kim plainly.

Marinette and Felix’s ruddy complexions mirrored each other, their eyes looking like they might pop from their sockets. The two tripped over their words to contradict but neither were able to get more than a “we’re not—“/”that’s not—” as their tongues tumbled about uselessly in their mouths.

“Don’t even try to deny it, we’ve all seen you two. It’s not like you’re very subtle, Dupain-Cheng!” Chloe crossed her arms and stared down her nose at them.

The tall blond boy was the first to recover, his brow furrowing. “Wait, what do you mean you saw us?”

“I saw you cuddling in the park,” Adrien offered softly.

“And in the library,” Nathaniel contributed while Juleka got herself under control.

“All of you know that Marinette is very physically affectionate, especially when she’s cold.” Felix defended.

Alix scoffed, “What about holding hands and carrying her bags?”

“She’s also incredibly clumsy and regularly hurts herself. I do that to keep her from faceplanting every three meters,” he argued while Mari chuckled softly.

“You two regularly share drinks,” Lila rolled her eyes at the gasped “sorry for not believing you, girl!” coming from Alya beside her.

“And made him bento lunches!” squealed a lovesick Rose.

“Hey! I told you I made those on a whim!” the young designer cried.

“Then why were there so many hearts?” Mylene innocently questioned.

The bluenette blushed, “They were supposed to be flowers…I’m not very good at cutting shapes with a knife.”

“Well, Ondine and I saw you all lovey-dovey at the movies,” presented Kim with an eyebrow waggle.

She crossed her arms and huffed, “I was researching 1950’s American fashion for a design!”

“Uh…dudette…we saw him kiss you,” Nino nervously murmured. Although, by the way the whole class gasped, they had heard him. The Moroccan boy quickly added, “it was on the head!”

Marinette squeaked and looked at the slightly pink boy beside her. Felix turned to meet Nino’s eye, “…she was ill with a fever and I had my hands full, if you will recall.”

Lila’s tone turned salacious, “That doesn’t even cover the scandalous moments…”

“You did seem awfully cuddly playing video games at lunch the other day,” Max stated while adjusting his glasses.

“B-but th-that was…” the designer stuttered weakly before being interrupted.

“Sabrina’s father caught you hooking up in the park,” Kim smirked and winked towards Felix, who showed the telltale signs of a flush spreading up his neck and ears.

“Not to mention the lipstick and scratches!” Alya leaned towards Marinette and whisper shouted, “I didn’t know you had it in you, girl!”

“And he has clothes at your place from last time,” purred the Italian.

“That’s…” the bluenette swallowed hard, “I-I-I was tr-trying to save a k-kit-kitten from the tr-tree in the p-park. F-Felix ca-caught me when I s-slipped, damaged hi-his clothes… He left his sh-shirt for m-me to repair it and he for-forgot to p-pick it up.”

The blond kept his eyes down, his voice was quiet but still carried in the small classroom, “I recently discovered a new allergy to a certain laundry detergent that makes me very itchy and I’ve been scratching myself…”

“Um…what about the lipstick?” a bashful Adrien murmured.

“I hav-haven’t gotten m-m-much sleep lately…” began the designer, pressing her palms together in her lap nervously.

“…She has a tendency to fall asleep on me if I carry her,” Felix finished quietly, his grey eyes holding unreadable emotions.

“We’re just friends,” they flatly replied, their expressions reflecting some internal conflict while unable to meet the other’s eye.

Most of the students collectively groaned again as they hunkered back down into their seats, unable to stand that phrase. Fourteen sets of eyes exchanged looks as the information sank in. The couple’s explanation made a lot of sense in hindsight… Nino and Kim had known Mari for years and she was overly physically affectionate. ‘Plus Alya knows the girl was even more so with cold weather,’ the Moroccan boy thought. He and Kim shrugged it off, who were they to judge? Many others are willing to brush it off as a misunderstanding now that the excitement had passed.

On the other hand, Adrien seemed to grow more flustered since the declaration of friendship, shooting furtive glances towards Marinette – his imagination running wild with the idea of cuddling with the soft, sweet-smelling baker girl. ‘Maybe she and I…’ He was jolted from his daydreams by a tap from Nino’s pen on his arm. The model’s ears and cheeks felt like they would permanently sport a pink coloration. A few Adrienette fan club members squealed quietly as they observed his reactions. However, there were a few classmates that were still suspicious – such as Chloe and Sabrina – that quickly found home with the handful of Felinette shippers as they charted their theories. Some things just felt too convenient and damn, if they didn’t make an adorable couple…

REET! REET! REET!

The akuma alert popped up on every phone in the class, everyone opened it to see the location— BOOM!

RIIIIIING!

A plume of dust rose above the rooftops from a few blocks away and the school’s evacuation bell blared overhead. The students quickly grabbed their things and calmly evacuated away from the action. They all failed to notice a still pink Felix Graham-Agreste grab the hand of a flustered Marinette Dupain-Cheng before running furiously in the opposite direction…

~~~ BONUS SCENE~~~

The akuma took longer than usual. They were both off their game. First, the heroes had been distracted and submerged in the thoughts contained within their own minds. Their communication suddenly became stilted and awkward, filled with embarrassed laughter that would die out like a sputtering engine running out of fuel. Then it was as if they were hyperaware of each other – every touch, glance, and proximity – causing them to jerk away at the most inopportune times.

The worst part?

It wasn’t caused by the akuma.

The issues were not resolved by the Miraculous Cure. So, after recharging – and getting a peptalk from – their kwamis, they rendezvoused on the top of a tall building where they would not be overheard. Feet dangling over the edge, they decided to clear the air.

“I just can’t believe they thought we were dating!” Ladybug cried, her hands fluttering anxiously around her head.

"That cover story about the kitten in the park was genius though." Chat Noir chuckled, “I’m honestly not as surprised. You did suddenly act much closer to me after you revealed your identity.”

“Excuse moi? I was NOT the one that revealed to you! I seem to recall saving your leather-clad butt from being revealed to all of Paris.” The spotted heroine poked him in the shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah…” the black-cloaked hero rolled his eyes, “and you happened to drop your transformation right as we barreled headlong into that broom closet. You landed right on top of me!”

“Fine, I saved both of our asses, Alley Cat!” she grinned teasingly.

Chat threw his head back with a joyous laugh, a more natural grin spreading across his face as he flirtatiously waggled his eyebrows. “Alley Cat who? Our classmates seem to think I’m a House Cat now, Bugaboo.”

Ladybug’s cheeks pinked under her mask at the implication of his joke, her eyes breaking away from his to refocus on another point on the skyline pensively. Had he said something wrong? The lines of Chat’s mouth tugged down at her reaction, leaning closer in an attempt to meet her eyes again when her whisper froze him in place.

“…is the idea of being MY kitty so ridiculous…?”

His eyes widened. Chat swallowed thickly, his mind supplying the same sweet moments their classmates had witnessed and more as his face burned up. Perhaps even a bassinet, family dinners, and kisses. Gods, that sounded…purrfect. A wide grin blossomed from the ashes of his frown and he leaned into her peripherals to catch her eye with a flirty wink.

“Does that mean my princess would like to become my queen?”

The bug-heroine’s eyes snapped to meet his, filled with enough warmth and love to knock the air from his lungs. Within seconds, a playful sparkle and a bright smile broke across her face as she leaned right into his personal space to peck his cheek. His face grew hot, smile lopsided, and he could swear his spine melted a little.

“If you can catch me, Kitty,” launching herself from the building with a laugh as she swung away.

Shaking himself from his stupor, he pulled out his baton and plunged off the side. Challenge accepted. He had a bug to catch!

‘Looks like our classmates will have more to talk about tomorrow…’

**Note: I plan to write a sequel eventually!

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You are his, right ?

Yandere gym bro x reader

Plot : Inviting casper for a sleepover

Author’s note : The images are not mine. I don not support this kind of behaviour and highly condemn these activities. This kind of behaviour is not tolerated in actual life. Reader is portrayed as pick me girl who is asking for it.

Warnings : MDNI. The images are not mine. Credits to the owner

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Hangouts with Casper were now a part of your daily routines. From your friends to coworkers to neighborhood gossip aunties and even your baker, everyone came to know about Casper. Anywhere you went, Casper appeared suddenly and even matching your outfit. What a coincident right ?

This is what soulmate is, isn’t it ? You are his soulmate right ?

“Hey Caz, I think we should head back it’s getting dark.” you suggested. “ I guess you are right “ Casper smiles silently cursing all the powers who are working to keep you from him.

“Here you go sweetie” Casper drops you at your home in his car. “Cas, I was wondering if you could stay for a while, I have something to show you.” you asked. Casper frowns and acts like having a deep thought. “hmmm… recent studies say that a man should never say no to his cute girl, so of course I would love to stay for ever a while.“ you laughed at his silly joke.

You didn’t corrected him. It means you are his. You are his, right ?? All his.

“YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO CLOSE YOUR EYES DAMMIT” you shrieked. “My eyes are closed�� Casper laughs. You pout and whine. “Fine Fine here. “ Casper closes his eyes as you settle something in his hands. He opens his eyes and found an I-Pad??? “Are you giving me this I-Pad back ?? Do you not like it sweetie ?? Should I give you something else for our 100 days anniversary ???

Yes. you and Casper celebrated your 100 days of friendship relationship. On which he took you out for dinner date and surprised shocks you by giving you everything that you had set an eye on for past 100 days.

“ Cas.. I can’t take this. This is too much “ you relented. “ This isn’t too much. further, I even lost the receipts, I can’t even return them. Wouldn’t it go waste now ?? Do you not like the gifts ?? Do you want me to buy something else for you ?? do you not like me anymore ?? Are you going to leave me ??? “ And you could do nothing but accept them when you saw fat tears rolling down the man baby’s flushed cheeks, not noticing the smirk he had while you hugged and soothed him. It took you all night to make him believe that you are not going anywhere.

Like, you could even do that until he is alive.

“No Caz~. I’m not giving you the I-pad back. I really liked it. “ you blurted out quickly to not hurt the boy’s feelings again.

“I want you to open the I-Pad and see what I have made.” you smiled. Casper let out the breath that he had held for so long. He opens the screen and almost faints when he sees a cute doodle of him and you clicking a selfie followed by other doodles that you had made from your recent pictures. “ I know this is stupid and-” “this is not stupid. This is so good. Can you send me those ???” Casper cuts you of and begs you for the pictures, which you send him immediately.

After an hour

“I think I should leave, it’s quite dark” the male suggested. You looked out the window to witness the light. “ Are you dumb Cas??? It’s so dark and foggy out, you should stay here for ever tonight. “ It’s alright. I don’t want to cause any problems" Casper suggests silently begging universe to make him stay. “ Well, if you don’t know, I would like to tell you that recent studies say that a man should never say no to his cute girl.” you quoted in a heavy voice (imitating Cas), to which you both laughed and Casper got to stay.

“ How about we order a takeout and pick a movie ??” Casper recommended. “ I would really appreciate that, but I think we should change to something more comfy. How about you take a bath first. I have some oversized clothes that might fit you” you suggested. “I like the sound of that” Casper replies.

You hand Casper a pair of your oversized sweats and a shirt ( with acted more like a compression shirt ). Casper enters your bathroom and the smell of your cologne fills his senses and faints him one more time. His breath becomes heavy, mind started melting and legs started shaking. Suddenly his eyes fell to the laundry basket which was tucked in corner only for him to see. He hopes you don’t mind some of your things panties being stolen.

After all you are his, right ?

“How about iron man ???”

“Horror”

“Spider-Man ???”

“Horror”

“Twilight ??”

“Horror.. Casss…… Please… I can handle it” you pout and cross your hand tightly on your chest. Which may or may not have lifted your assets, showing of something pointy through your silky nightwear. And Casper couldn’t argue further. Who was he to say no to your tight hugs during the movie ?? Who was he to say no to you when you asked to sleep with him because you were afraid ?? Who was he to say no when you cuddled him and rested your head in the crook of his neck in the sleep ?? Who was he to say no when you stuffed his face in your chest and traced his back in sleep ?? Who was he to say no when your thigh accidently brushed his bulge in sleep ??

You were really testing him. Weren’t you ??

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weaselandfriends · 3 months ago

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hey i liked cockatiel x chameleon to an extent. i did want to ask about the george floyd section since it was probably the most effective part in the story for me (i’m black i shouldnt have to say dis) but what was it’s thematic purpose in the story beyond pulling you away from the languid hellscape of suffering people into the real world? i get that gramme was in the protests/riots and went secluded.. but i feel like there was more in that moment.

Thanks for the question. I already talked a bit about George Floyd's inclusion in CxC in this post, and the thematic idea of the "End of History." I recommend reading that post and seeing if that answers your question, but in case it doesn't, I'll approach the question from a different angle than I did there.

In 2013, I wrote an unpublished, pre-Bavitz novel called This Really Happened. It was, at its onset, a surreal murder mystery plot in which a wealthy young corporate heir was framed for a murder of an executive in order for the true culprit to seize control of the company. The heir, a ridiculous weeb named Luxembourg, is harassed by an unstoppable, Terminator-like black detective named Denning. Luxembourg panics, takes his secretary Rachel hostage using a katana, and flees into the Los Angeles streets. (Rachel is, at Luxembourg's behest, dressed in cosplay of the character Rydia from Final Fantasy 4.)

20,000 words into the novel, these three larger-than-life personalities run smack into the 1992 Rodney King Riots, which have just started while all this murder mystery bullshit was going on. The rest of the novel is a beleaguered chase through an anarchic Los Angeles, Denning unable to receive backup, Luxembourg trying to reach his father's mansion on the northern fringe of the city. The murder mystery elements strip away until there doesn't seem to be anything propelling this chase besides momentum, while the story is intercut with transcripts from real interviews taken during the riots and other depictions of things that, as the title claims, Really Happened. The second-to-last chapter of the story is just a transcript of the Murphy Brown speech then-vice president Danforth Quayle gave regarding the riots (a quote from this speech would later wind up as a Chicago chapter title).

To prepare for the work, I researched the riots assiduously. I watched hours upon hours upon hours of on-the-ground footage, I watched documentaries about the causes of the riot, the reactions to the riot, all from different perspectives and angles, I read books on the subject, ethnographic research of the LAPD, pretty much a full-scale immersion into the subject.

Since then, the subject of police brutality has always been one of particular importance to me.

In some ways, Cockatiel x Chameleon is the evolution of the ideas I had with This Really Happened. The collision between fiction and reality, "fake" problems versus real problems, personal desolation and communal. (A minor character from This Really Happened has a small, unnamed cameo as a reporter Gramme encounters at the protest. Gramme also briefly wields a katana.)

The thing that always strikes me about the George Floyd video is how the police officers don't seem like real humans. Not simply in the heinous murder they're committing, but in how they talk and act. The bystanders shout, scream, sputter, fumble their words constantly. Floyd begs for mercy. But Officer Thao talks like an MCU character, like he's always trying to drop a funny quip. "Don't do drugs kids." Chauvin just looks around with one eyebrow raised like he's pulling a sitcom reaction face. At one point, Thao aggressively pushes a bystander, then says "Don't touch me again," despite him being the one doing the touching. It's absurd. I think if the video was fictional, if it happened in a movie, I would roll my eyes and say, nobody is that one-dimensionally evil! But it did happen. It's impossible to deny, and that causes the absurd to turn to disgust, to anger and sadness. I cannot watch that video without being sharply emotionally affected.

One of the books I read for This Really Happened is called Policing Space, by Steve Herbert. It's a work of ethnographic research on the LAPD after the Rodney King riots, meaning the author rode along with LAPD officers and studied them in their typical environment. Herbert concluded that there are a series of ideologies that influence police behavior, and that among the obvious ones like law, safety, courage, and morality, there's one called adventure. Police see themselves as action heroes, like from a movie, and that can color their entire mindset, including their perception of law, morality, etc. They're the hero and their enemies are, well, enemies. They're roleplaying.

If I were a smarter person, I would've thought to make a connection between the outrageous fictionality of the officers' dialogue and the fictionality of the roleplaying the other characters perform throughout CxC. That if "roleplaying" is the only way for Harper, Gramme, Sister, and so on to construct meaning or identities for themselves, then that is also the only way these police can construct meaning for themselves as well, to disgusting results. (The officers in the Floyd video aren't even doing their job. The bystanders are pleading for the cops to arrest Floyd, which they refuse to do.) The culmination of this idea is the LARPing vigilantes with the Punisher logo on their truck that roll up to the protest and abduct Fletch. "Hostile neutralized," they say, completely clownish fake dialogue. Fletch responds by shouting, "You can't arrest me, you aren't cops, you're fake, you're playing pretend!"

I hope either this answer or the other one is satisfactory answer to your question.

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creative-caramel-coffee · 1 year ago

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Shes a Sleepy Softie

Pairings: Weems x Thornhill x reader (platonic)

Word count: 3K

Summary: You have been hacking trouble sleeping and the teachers finally find out.

TW: insomnia (I guess), Exhaustion, passing out (kinda?)

A/n This is cute.

It's not that you found botany boring, the opposite in fact, but you were so tired. To say you hadn’t been sleeping well this past week would be an understatement. Ms Thornhill was stood at the front writing on the board and drawing diagrams. But the way you laid your head down on the desk was almost involuntary. In this new position, with you head resting on your folded arms on top of the table the battle to stay awake grew so much harder.

Mentally you reasoned you would be able to get the notes from Yoko at the end of the day when the two of you were back in your shared dorm. Your eyelids drooped and you gave in to the temptation of sleep letting it wash over you. Your breathing began to slow and become more even. Your pens and pencils, notebook and bag were a mess on the table, but you trusted Yoko to wake you up in time for class to end.

Ms Thornhill had just assigned a worksheet and gone to sit back at her desk. She glanced over the classroom, her gaze settled on you. She sighed mildly annoyed, standing she walked over to your desk and stood beside you. Her hand reached out to rub your shoulder to wake you up, but a voice stopped her.

“I wouldn’t recommend that Ms thornhill.” Yoko said not looking up from her notes.

“And why would that be Yoko?” Ms Thornhill said letting her hand fall back to her side.

“She hasn’t been sleeping this past week. Im honestly surprised it took this long for her to drop.” She said finally meeting the teachers concerned gaze.

“At all?”

“Maybe about an hour since last Monday.” Yoko shrugged. “I wanted to tell someone, but she begged me.”

“Good god thats not enough. Thank you for letting me know. I’m going to step outside to make a call to get her excused from classes for the day. I trust you to keep an eye on her.” she said, and Yoko nodded.

Ms Thornhill walked to the classroom door glancing back at your sleeping from before turning the door-handle and stepping into the hall. She fished her phone out of her pocket and scrolled through her contacts. Finding the principal number, she listened to the dial ring.

“This is principal Weems.” The headmistress answered.

“Hi Larissa.”

“Hello Marilyn whats the matter? I believe you have a class now, correct?”

“Yes. Yes, i do. I was wondering if i could have Ms L/n excused from classes for the day?”

“Y/n?”

“Yes.”

“Is she ok? Whats the matter?”

“Yoko has informed me she hasn’t been sleeping this past week. She finally fell asleep in class and i was hoping to let her have the rest of the day off to catch up on sleep.”

“Certainly. However, I will come get her when class ends, there’s nobody to supervise the dorms right now and i have an idea to assist her. Please also keep Ms Tanaka there when class is dismissed. I will be down soon.”

“Thank you, Larissa.”

“Anytime Marilyn.”

the two hung up and the teacher stepped back into the classroom. Checking her watch and then the clock on the wall she waited the last fifteen minutes of class to dismiss the students. Keeping Yoko behind.

Once the rest of the student body had left, some sparing glances to where you stayed asleep, Ms Thornhill walked over to Yoko and your desk. Yoko had packed up and was now carefully cleaning up your stuff as well, being mindful not to wake you as she slipped the notebook from under your arms. By some small miracle you slept through it.

A few minutes passed of Yoko packing everything up and Ms Thornhill keeping an eye on the both of you. A quiet knock sounded on the doorframe and Principal Weems came into the room.

“Ah I see what you mean, she sure looks exhausted.” The principal said softly, and Yoko snorted.

“Exhausted is an understatement. I’ve been waiting for her to pass out all week. She’s stubborn as a mule.” Yoko said and the principal raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I plan to take Ms L/n here back to my office to keep an eye on her. Yoko would you be able to get her anything she may need for the night from your dorm and bring it to my office? I will write you a note for your next class.” Weems said studying your sleeping form. The three of them were stood around you.

“Sure. Don’t worry about the note. I have a study period now anyway.” She said. “I’ll grab it and come back soon. You good to carry her? Because she’s not waking up anytime soon.” Yoko said with a mischievous smile that showed her fangs.

“Im sure i can manage thank you Ms Tanaka.�� Weems said with a smile.

“Suit yourself.” Yoko shrugged and took both bags and left.

Ms Thornhill who had silently watched the exchange decided to say something now Yoko was gone.

“I had no idea she was struggling so much.”

“It’s quite alright Marilyn. I believe Y/n is a master in charades. If she didn’t want us to know she would have made sure it stayed that way. It is nobody’s fault.”

“I still feel i should have noticed earlier.”

“All we can do now is our best to help her get the rest she needs. Will you accompany me to my office? Someone needs to open the door and i doubt it will be sleeping beauty here and my hands will be full.” Weems joked.

“Sure. Lead the way, Larissa.” Ms Thornhill said, and Weems gently leaned down to place her arm under your knees and another around your torso. She softly scooped you into her arms and held you close as you continued to sleep with your head now resting on her collarbone. She straightened her back, standing back to her full height with you bundled in her arms. You sighed softly and turned your face into her collar. Ms Thornhill chuckled softly.

“You're quite the natural at that Larissa. She seems to like it.” Ms Thornhill joked.

“Well, I don’t suppose I hate it either, she is refreshingly warm to hold. And seems to be a cuddler.” Weems said with a lighthearted smile.

“That she does.” The botany teacher agreed as you turned yourself further into the principals embrace.

“Well, we should take this one to my office.” Weems said and the two left the room. It wasn’t far to the principal's office and there were no students in the hall. Weems heels clicked as she walked with Ms Thornhill trailing behind her. They made short quiet conversation about students and staff alike as they walked.

Arriving at the big oak doors Marilyn stepped forward and opened them, holding it wide for the principal to step in with you in her arms still. Your heads lolled slightly as you continued to sleep. Weems was reluctant to let you go, afraid of waking you, but regardless she set you down on the couch. Supporting your head like one might a small child as she laid you down into the nest of pillows. Marilyn appeared and gently laid a blanket over you which Weems noted was from where she had discarded it on the floor in the early hours of the morning. the principal thanked the botanist and went to put another log on the fire to keep the room warm. You wiggled around a little on the couch before settling which made both teacher chuckle.

A soft knock sounded on the door.

“I’ve got it.” Ms Thornhill said and went to open the door. She let Yoko into the room where she grinned devilishly at your sleeping form. She had decided to take revenge for one of your most recent pranks on her. She held your black bag in her arms and had a blanket over her shoulder.

“Ms Tanaka, I believe i have blankets.” Weems said frowning.

“Yes, but I doubt you have Y/n’s weighted blanket.” Yoko smiled.

“You are correct.” Weems said.

“She doesn’t sleep without it. Actually, she’s very particular about how she sleeps.” Yoko said.

“How so?” Ms Thornhill asked her curiosity piqued.

“Watch this.” Yoko said smiling with a feral grin that weems knew meant trouble. Yoko crossed the office and began to unzip the bag; she pulled out two stuffed toys and Weems raised an eyebrow. Yoko placed the toys next to you on the couch and whispered something in your ear. Almost immediately you reached out and grabbed them wrapping an arm around them and tucking them, so they rested under your chin.

Weems stifled a smiled at how cute it was as Marilyn cooed softly. Yoko snickered.

“Shes a big softy.” The vampire grinned looking back at the two teachers.

“I packed her a change of clothes, her Pjs, her toothbrush, her sketchbook, the blanket, her phone and her noise cancelling headphones because as i said earlier she’s a weirdo and sleep with them on.” Yoko said looking at you with a soft smile and both teachers knew there was no heat behind the coy insults.

“Right, well thank you Ms Tanaka.” Weems said and took the blanket from Yoko. “Christ thats heavy.” Weems said the weight catching her off guard as Yoko held it with ease. She just shrugged.

“Vampire strength has its perks.” She smiled and her fangs glinted in the flickering firelight.

“Yes well, what a blessing. Now, i best recommend you return to wherever you are required to be.” The principal said and Yoko smiled and crossed the room to her door.

“Enjoy your sleepover Ms Weems and thank you for setting be free for a night.” She said and left cheekily.

An hour passed and Marilyn had elected to stay, she was sat across from you on the couch reading the book she had propped up on her knees. She was cradling a mug of tea while the principal sat at her desk typing out emails. You were beginning to show some more signs of life as you stirred. Ms Thornhill looked over the top of her book at you, studying you as you blinked a few times as you adjusted to the light. She gently set the book down after placing her bookmark in the spine.

“Good afternoon, Ms L/n.” She said with a grin. You blinked at her, and she noted you still seemed exhausted.

“Hi?” You said, voice deep and gravely from sleep. You looked around slightly confused, gaze catching on the principal who had stopped typing was was watching you from her desk. You took a moment and Ms Thornhill took her chance to tease you. The principal had kindly decided to not mention the stuffies under your arm, but Ms Thornhill decided to have some fun after all, you did fall asleep in her class and the two of you got along well. She smiled at you wolfishly.

“So, Y/n who are your little friends?” She asked.

You looked down finally noticing the toys and blushed a deep shade of red and buried them under the blankets making Ms Thornhill chuckle and the principal smile.

“Oh, Yoko’s dead” You groaned.

“I assure you Ms Tanaka is quiet well.” Weems said.

“She won't be once i murder her.” You grumbled softly but they both heard you.

“May i take this chance to remind you i do not allow nor condone grievous bodily harm to students?” Weems said with a smile. You frowned grumbling softly under your breath. Deciding to opt for a subject change you sat up keeping the toys under the blanket.

“Um… Principal Weems? How did I get here?” You asked looking around.

“Well, Yoko informed me of your sleeping habits or rather, lack thereof” Weems said with a disproving frown, “after you fell asleep in Ms Thornhill’s class, we brought you here.”

“Not that I’m not grateful but why am I here?”

“Well, we cannot leave you unsupervised in the dormitory during the day and all the staff have classes or marking to do. And based off the sleeping pill I plan to give you, you need to be with a trusted adult to ensure you're alright in the event of an emergency, however unlikely, in the night. As you would most likely not wake up yourself. And based off the fact the infirmary beds aren’t very comfortable and it’s rather loud, aside from the fact the nurses go home for the night at 10pm I thought it best you stay here. With me. Unless you have a problem with that?”

“N-no. Thank you principal Weems.”

“Now Yoko has brought your things from your dorm. I’ve sent someone to get you some food from the kitchen, so you have something in you before you take the medicine.”

She said and Ms Thornhill stood and grabbed the bag handing it to you. You quickly stuffed both the teddies into the bag, and she saw what they were. Both toys were white as snow, and one was a monkey and the other a dog with a small yellow t-shirt. They both looked well loved. She smiled gently; you were cute in your own way. A softie as Yoko had said.

“So am i ever going to get to know their names?” She asked gesturing to the bag.

“Fine.” You huffed. “But i named them as a seven-year-old so you can't judge me. Also, as a kid all my toys i slept with had to be white. I don’t know why. I had one before these two and it was also white. The monkey is named marshmallow, and the dog is the older one, I’ve had her longer; her name is snowflake. Happy?” You huffed. And Ms Thornhill smiled.

“Very.” She said with an air of finality.

“Well Ms L/n-“

“Y/n.” You corrected the principal. “Ms L/n is too formal. It reminds me of when I’m in trouble.” You said wincing slightly at the uncomfortable memories. Weems sensed the change in you disposition and nodded.

“Y/n.” She corrected, “We should get you ready for bed. The food should be here soon, and you can have an early night. Ms Thornhill and I will eat with you and then it's off to bed.” She said and you nodded slightly embarrassed with the kindness and attention you were unused to.

“Come change and then we can eat.” She said and stood from her desk to come to your side. You grabbed the Pjs Yoko had chosen and sighed as she had at least gotten you something with a little dignity. It was a faded black AC/DC shirt and a pair of fluffy black long pants. You grabbed the clothes and let the tall blonde lead you to the bathroom in her private quarters with a hand on the small of your back. As the two of you left Ms Thornhill went back to her book. She looked up at another knock on the door. She stood, thanking the cook and taking the tray of food into the principals' quarters, she was good friends with the blonde and had been in there many times, so it was ok. She set the food down on the large glass dining table. The principal came and joined her bring plates from her own small kitchen to serve the food on.

A moment later the heard the door open and you stepped into the room looking slightly awkward.

“Come sit.” Ms Thornhill said and patted the seat beside her.

“Yes. You to eat and then it's back to bed with you.” Weems said and smiled.

The two teachers talked amicably while you opted to silently eat. The exhaustion had returned, and you kept spacing out while you fed yourself. Something that did not go unnoticed by both teachers as they grew concerned.

After everyone was finished Weems left and returned with a glass of water and a pill. She handed them to you and nodded. You took them sluggishly and popped the white tablet into your mouth downing the water and setting the empty glass on the table. Weems helped you up and led you to a spare bedroom. She folded back the sheets for you.

“Brush your teeth and do whatever else you do before bed and then I’ll tuck you in so to speak.” She said with a soft smile. “Bathroom is the second door on the right. The other ones the closet.” She said.

You got ready and hopped into the bed. The principal came back in a moment later.

“I expect you to sleep Y/n. I don’t want to find you were awake tomorrow. I will be in the next room or my office if you need anything at all. Don’t make me use the baby monitor.” She said sounding serious.

“Baby monitor?” You asked.

“How do you think I keep other students in bed when they stay here?” She asked raising a brow.

“You have other students here?” You asked getting sleepy.

“Oh, darling you're not the first who has had trouble sleeping. And I know a certain raven who insists on trying to sneak out. Hence the baby monitor.”

“Ha!” You laughed. “Wednesday’s baby monitor.” You said grinning and closing your eyes.

“Yes. Now sleep child. Sweet dreams darling.” She said and turned the lights out and pulled the door closed but not shut, leaving it slightly ajar.

You mumbled goodnight and rolled over. You grabbed the teddies from your backpack and burrowed under the blankets.

An hour later both teachers peaked into the room to check on you, smiling when the say the white fluff of the teddies peeking out from under the blankets. Weems grinned.

“Yoko’s right, she is a softie.”

“A sleepy softie.” Marilyn nodded and agreed.

Both teachers smiled at each other and went back to the principal's office to talk and enjoy a glass of wine.

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