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marsdql · 2 months ago

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Hii if ur taking requests can you do enhypen when you say your guys safe word !

﹙ 📩 ﹚ ──── HYUNG LINE WHEN YOU USE YOUR SAFE WORD

Let’s get ittt (although for these things, I only do hyung line) — My requests are always open ! — I’m sorry this took so long, I wrote Heeseung’s part then got lazy.. I thought I made Heeseung’s part a little long so I tried to make the other members match the length a bit and ended up making them longer.. woops!

Warnings&genre: really suggestive, mentions of multiple diff types of smut, fluff, comfort, petnames || wc: around 1.7k

Lee Heeseung ! —

Heeseung had been overstimulating you for the past hour while you were on top of him, making you extremely sensitive—especially since he was making you do all the work. “H-hee.. Please, I cant..” you say, your thighs burning constant lazy grinding you’ve been doing against his shaft.

He doesn’t respond, only gripping your waist harder, his eyes shut the whole time. Suddenly, as he replays back the words that just came out of your mouth, he notices the sudden change in your voice. He quickly opened his eyes, seeing the view infront of him— your thighs red and shaky. Usually, he’d mutter sweet nothings and say you can do it, but this time, it looked a little different. Just as he was about to say something-

“safeword..” I refuse to say some corny thing like pineapple I’m sorry. He got up immediately, gently slipping out you and pressing your chest onto his then placing a blanket over you both. “Hey, hey. You okay sweetheart? I’m sorry was it too much?” His eyes scanning your facial expressions, waiting for a response. “I’m sorry heeseung, I-I don’t know… Today it starting hurting a lot. I’m so-“ you hiccup, burying your face in Heeseung’s chest as a way of telling him that you did enjoy it, it just got too much.

“Don’t apologise baby, it’s okay, let’s go make a bath and give you a nice massage, hm?” He says before placing a kiss on your temple while playing with your hair, reassuring you that it’s okay. “I’m so proud of you for using our safeword, never be scared to use it, kay?”

— REST UNDER CUT !!

Park Jongseong ! —

Your face was pressed against a pillow, the front pieces of your hair getting caught in ur mouth and sweat dripping from your forehead. Your brain fuzzy as Jay constantly pounds in and out of you.

You have no idea how many rounds it’s been, your legs shaking and your hands gripping the sheets for dear life. “J-jay-! Mhhh… J…” Unable to form a proper sentence. To add-on, Jay had your legs tied, causing bruising and a constant burning sensation on your ankles, making everything my feel more intense. You thought you could last a little longer, until you couldn’t, a sharp pain hitting inside you all of a sudden.

As he leaned closer to your ear, you hear his groans, now feeling even more guilty about wanting to scream your safeword because it’s too much. “Babe..” you wince in pain, “p-please.. safeword” IM SORRY I CANT I JUST CANT GET MYSELF TO DO IT OK I CANT SAY LIKE KITTY OR SOMETHING I FEEL SO CRINGED OUT..

He immediately stopped. Untied you in the blink of a second and quickly turned you around, needing to see your face. “Hey, hey. It’s okay it’s over, I’m sorry angel, was I too rough?” He says as he lifts your head and adjusts the pillow under you, adding one under your hips aswell to get you more comfortable. He lifts the blanket underneat you both and covers your body, trying to calm you down after he realized how fast your heart was beating and the goosebumps that covered your soft skin.

“I’m sorry jay.. I’m so sorry please don’t be mad, I don’t know why I said that, I just couldn’t-“ he cuts you off mid sentence, cupping your face, “Shh, it’s okay love, I’m not mad. I’m so proud of you for telling me, I should be the one apologising, I didn’t mean to be that rough with you..” Placing kisses on your hand, “you did so well for me, my pretty girl. Let me hold you for a bit, calm you down”

Sim Jaeyun ! —

Jake was eating you out on the couch. You and Jake both had really busy schedules so when he saw you come back home, it finally being the end of the week, he couldn’t wait until you get to the bedroom.

His face was stuffed between your legs, his hands almost splitting your legs apart from how spread he has them. Greedily licking everything out of you, making you scream all sorts of things, lewd noises exiting both of your mouths.

You couldn’t lie, it was amazing. Although there was one problem, the couch seriously WAS NOT the best idea, your arms not knowing where to go, getting tangled behind you, falling in between the couch, your finger scratching against a metal piece of the furniture, making you moan in pain. You quickly removed your hand, revealing a small dot of blood that slowly grew bigger and bigger.

You knew if you told Jake to stop, he’d get turned on instead of actually stopping, making you whisper your safe word in between small sobs, tears slowly in your eyes after your high went down and the pain of your minor injury intensifying. “jaeyun one- one second.. safeword”

After a few seconds apon hearing those words come out of your mouth, he lift his head to lock eyes with you, his head tilted with an expression of worry because of your use of the safeword. “Are you okay baby? What’s wrong?” He quickly got up and sat on the empty space next to you, pulling you on his laps shortly after.

“Y-yeah i just got hurt from the couch..” you said, showing him your finger covered in blood with a slight pout and glossy eyes. He let out sigh of relief after realising that it wasn’t him who was hurting you. “Aww poor baby how did that happen? Come here, let’s go get you a bandaid.. Maybe you’re right about me not being able to control myself, next time you can be on the floor and I’ll be on the couch so you don’t get hurt >w< !!”

Park sunghoon ! —

Sunghoon’s long finger were curled deep inside of you, hitting every spot, making you arch your back while you were on his lap, your chest pressed against his as he has his free hand wrapped around your waist.

He was too caught up in the moment to realize how hard his grip was on your waist, how rough he was being with you. Especially because you were ovulating, everything was more sensitive.

As he leaned in to kiss your lips, he started getting rougher and rougher, pushing himself on you, hunger written all over his face as he made out with you desperately, leaving you breathless yet he kept going.

Suddenly, you felt suffocated, not being able to breathe in any way, everything feeling too full. The second his lips parted from yours, you whimpered your safeword, making him slowly stop to avoid the discomfort of a sudden stop.

“You alright, doll?” He said, trying to get a view of your face that was covered by your hair, he gently brushed the strands away, “Hey..” he coos, “You’re okay doll, it’s okay, don’t hide from me” he added, trying to stop you from squirming on his lap from embarrassment of ruining the mood.

“Hoonie.. I couldn’t handle it anymore… it got too much” you replied to him, tugging on the collar of his shirt. “Hmm it’s okay lovely, you’re so fragile, I forgot I need to be delicate with you, I’m sorry. Let’s lay here for a bit then we can do whatever you want, sounds good? We can continue later, or watch a movie, whatever you want.” You nod as he rubs the side of your waist where he was holding on too tight.

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lovecla · 4 months ago

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IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

chapter ten:

➴ warnings: none :)

➴ word count: 1k

➴ author’s note: and finally, the last chapter of IYLM,LMK. this one’s a bit shorter but i wrote a longer epilogue for you guys :) i’ve been writing stories since i was ten years old but this is the first time i finish the entire thing and actually like it. don’t know how to thank each and every one of you for reading what i write and for appreciating it as much as i do. but thank you.

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sophiamontenegro make me yours is officially, well, yours now!!!!

every time i release something i feel extremely lucky and grateful, no matter what. today, i'm more than happy to share this part of me with you all. we've been working on this album for a whole year now and it's insane how much things can change in such a short amount of time.

i've learned a lot about myself during this whole process and it's crazy yet so rewarding. this album is a message to everyone i love and to young sophia, specially.

hope u enjoy!!!!! 💙

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morgan.grace Soph, i can’t tell you how PROUD i am. I’ve known you for almost six years now, and i pray every. Single. Day. That we have the rest of our lives together. I love you so much! Happy horny album day! 💙

sophiamontenegro morgan.grace i love u

user1 I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

user12 Jack can u fight lol

ellievlasic woaaaaaaah

njdevils sophia MONTENEGRO 💜

_quinnhughes Congrats Soph!

sophiamontenegro _quinnhughes thanks quinny!

lhughes_06 _quinnhughes sophiamontenegro Y’all coming for dinner tonight ?

_quinnhughes lhughes_06 You could’ve just texted

sophiamontenegro _quinnhughes jack and i are coming!!!

user5 sophiamontenegro yeah i bet u are

user3 I’m so in love with this album, horny sophia is my favorite sophia

user11 thats that me espresso indeed

jackhughes I wonder who inspired you to write these songs

user67 jackhughes crazy shit to say tbh

— ♡

IN the beginning of January, you started writing your sixth album. Well, you started writing it officially, with the help of your songwriters and producers, because truthfully, you’d been writing it since you and Jack started seeing each other— just some random lines here and there in your Notes app on your phone, that quickly turned into songs.

Months passed and life got extremely busy. People seemed to be very interested in your relationship with Jack, in a weird, almost comical way. Several social media managers have already contacted your team to ask for your participation in YouTube videos, interviews and TikToks, but you refused most of them.

You didn’t mind about talking about Jack or spending time with him in studios, but you knew it wasn’t his cup of tea— even if he never said anything— so you just tried to separate your love life from your career.

The New Jersey Devils failed to make the Stanley Cup Playoffs, and Jack was really upset about it, just like Luke, Nico and the rest of the team, because despite what happened back in November, they all worked really hard.

Time passed after that, and it was summer again, one year since you and Jack started seeing each other. Sometimes, sitting on the bench at his and Quinn’s summer house, you ask yourself if things weren’t moving too fast. In less than a year, your life changed in ways you never even imagined before and you didn’t know if it was scary or not.

But whenever you thought of Jack, you remembered his thick, beautiful lashes, blond hair decorating his arms and legs, blue eyes that brought the ocean to you, smile that brightened the world.

You remembered how he took care of you, how he’d listen to your songs and recommend them to people, how he’d go to your concerts whenever he had the chance, and how he was often seen wearing your merch around town whenever the two of you weren’t together. How he’d watch you perform and congratulate you every time. How he’d spontaneously post pictures of you on his Instagram account, and how he’d reply to some of your fans' comments.

You had been right all along; Jack is your forever. He’s it for you.

You feel the sweet, cold breeze hit your face and you smile, watching as Jack, Quinn and Luke played with each other inside the lake, while Hischier talked with Ellen and Jim.

“Can you believe this is our life?” You asked, quietly.

“Actually, yeah, I can,” Grace replied beside you, laughing. “The only crazy thing about this is us falling in love with hockey players. Didn’t see that coming.”

“Right,” you nodded. “I can't imagine myself with anyone else though. That’s bad,” you joked.

“I don't know if it is that bad,” she shrugged. “Jack loves you a lot. That man can’t stop staring at you even when you’re ten feet away from him.”

You laughed, turning your head back in Jack’s direction, finding those blue eyes you loved so much immediately, who was now running towards you, with his body drenched.

“No, Jack, stay away!” You yelled, getting up quickly and running away from him.

“Soph!”

You started laughing, which made you lose your pace, making it easier for Jack to wrap his wet, cold arms around your body, wetting your white dress.

“Jack, stop, you’re making me wet!”

“That’s what she said,” he whispered in your ear, picking you up and making you wrap your legs around his waist. “Hi, Soph.” He smiled.

You gave in and kissed his lips, smiling softly as he kissed you back.

“Hi, Jack Hughes.”

He put you down and turned you around, wrapping his hands around your waist and resting his chin on your head. “I think this is the happiest I’ve ever been.”

That surprised you, and you felt yourself smiling even wider. “Not when you joined the Devils? Not when I won a VMA? Not when I gave you a blowjob just this morning—”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, kissing your cheek. “Those are all super happy moments but right now, here with you, baby… I’ll never be this happy again.”

A few years later, you’d look back at that moment and think, oh, Jack, baby, that’s just the beginning. Because he would say the same thing years later, when he kissed you at the altar, or when he held your daughter for the first time.

“I get what you mean,” you snuggled closer, ignoring the wet clothes. “I’ve been happy before. I am happy. But this… this is different.”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “So different.”

“Will I ruin the moment if I say I need to go pee?” You bit your lip.

Jack laughed out loud and picked you up again. “I love you, Sophia Montenegro.”

“I love you more, Jack Hughes,”

“Well,” he kissed your cheek. “I think that’s up for debate.”

“Well. Maybe.”

— ♡

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jackhughes lucky fella. sophiamontenegro

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morgan.grace saurrrr cuteeeee I love you guys

user83 ADOPT ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

user86 imma start doing cocaine…

user1 i wanted to hate on them so bad but they lowkey fire asf :/

user7 soph when u hug him, remember you’re hugging my whole world…

nicohischier ❤️

user8 Ain’t no way he can handle all of that

trevorzegras user8 he can’t.

jackhughes trevorzegras fuck off

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pixiecaps · 6 months ago

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Mousey: Listen, okay? Don’t tell him I said any of this shit, okay? I’m really proud of him. I’m extremely proud of Connor. When we did our interview, you guys won’t see this because of course it gets cut, you know, shit gets edited. And shit gets cut out but… I- I cried to him and I told him that- How appreciative I was of him because, you know, I would have never guessed that like when we met three years ago, almost four years ago, that we would be at this point. That we would be doing stuff like this together. And we would be, you know, raising awareness, changing people’s lives, helping people. It’s just- I’m just so grateful for his friendship. So grateful that he’s apart of my life because, you know, (Silence) I just am. I’m- I’m. I just am. He’s been there for me like no one else has been there for me and, um, it’s crazy for me to think that like we’re doing stuff like this and it’s like- I would have never thought that the day that we met and we just started talking-

You know, I remember when we first started talking I was like really.. scared to tell him that I was sick. And the only reason why like I told him was because I had to. Because he kept bringing up like going to hangout and like, you know, asking me to come like (to) Japan and like chill and like, you know, recommend places and stuff like that. And I just- I don’t know. Something in me told me to tell him. And I was really scared because I don’t like telling people because I feel like I’m just going to get treated differently or people are just going to get weirded out or grossed out or- And not want to talk to me. So, I was just like, you know what? I’m just going to tell him and if he stops talking to me after that then he stops talking to me after that! And you know, if we just- if we just like talk like “Hi Bye” friends then that’s fine with me. It’s- It’s fine, you know? But that was not what happened. I told him how shocked I was cause when I told him about it, it was the exact opposite of what I thought was going to happen. I- He.

I was just taken aback that he like genuinely showed concern. He wanted to know more about my condition, he wanted to know more about what was going on and he asked so many questions and he wasn’t like dismissive. Or he wasn’t like, “Oh well damn. That sucks bro.” Cause normally you would tell somebody and they’d be like, “Damn that’s crazy. That sucks. Sorry.” You know what I mean? Like usually people are just like, “Oh my god that’s terrible.” And then you move on. And then it’s just like, “Sorry about that. Sorry if that’s going on with you.” You know? But with him it was like, you know, he wanted to know everything. He wanted to learn more about everything that was going on and he was genuinely interested, genuinely concerned, genuinely just wanted to know more about me. And I was.. shocked. Shocked that that was happening. And um. You know. We’ve been besties ever since and it’s just.. crazy to think. (Sniffles)

He’s a good guy. Genuinely. Genuinely good guy. (Voice breaks and sniffles more) And uh. I just uh. I’m just very grateful to him that he, you know, he cares about all this stuff and not once did he ever like feel weirded out or disgusted, you know? Judgmental. So. (Sniffles) You know. It was- It was- It’s crazy. It was like one of the first moments of my life where I just felt like I could be myself and I didn’t have to pretend or hide. And… and it’s been like that ever since and it’s just really nice that he genuinely cares about this cause and he genuinely cares about helping other people like me. So I- I am just very thankful. I’m already crying (Laughs)

#ironmouse #cdawgva

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nodoubtily · 28 days ago

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hiiii i js wanted to ask if you could do an inexperienced!jake x experienced!reader fic?

(if you don't mind that is)

but if you cannnn please doooo

-🪼

!! Of course! I didn’t know if you wanted him to be a certain way, but I’ve made Jake lean to being more submissive. Like extremely. Anyways, here you go!!

TW-// smut so MDNI!! Dom x Sub dynamic, cowgirl, experienced!Dom x inexperienced!Sub type shii, oral practices (m received), fingering, pet names (good boy, baby), unprotected sex (wrap it up!), cumming inside. LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING.

It wasn’t like he was a virgin, but when you got together with him, he had only ever had sex twice. You, on the other hand, had been in multiple relationships with sexual interactions, gaining you more experience. So, on nights like tonight, you really enjoy yourself.

“Oh shit.” His hands scrunch up the sheets, eyes tightly shut as his orgasm edges nearer. “Doing so good for me, Jakey. Letting me touch you like a good boy.” Your hands work faster, tugging his extreme hard-on like your life depended on it. In a way, it did. You’d do anything to see Jake whine and moan.

“Please-“ he splutters, his chest heaving and abs clenching. The sight looked so beautiful from where you were; laying flat on your stomach as you make-out with his tip, hands gliding along his thick shaft with ease, little moans leaving his swollen, wet lips.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” you say before dropping a glob of spit on his sensitive tip. “How can I help if I don’t know?”

“N-need to be insi-“ his hips thrust up to meet your hand halfway. “Inside you, baby. Please.” You pretend to think for a moment and he stares down at you in an exasperate manner, as if you didn’t already have your mind made up.

“Wanna fuck me? Is that what you want? Wanna breed my cunt?” You ask, squeezing his cock every now and then. Jake hysterically nods. “Words.”

“Please-!” You don’t need to be asked twice. You climb off the bed, slowly sliding your white lacy set off your body, showcasing your hot body. His eyes lustfully rake down your frame, his wet dick standing tall and proud.

You straddle Jake, his cock laying underneath your heat. You bring your middle finger to his mouth.

“Suck, baby.” You gently ask, and he does, grabbing your finger, entering it into his warm mouth as he swirls his tongue over it. You bring it to your downstairs entrance. “You’re really thick, Jakey, so I need to quickly prepare myself so this doesn’t hurt more.” You finger yourself slowly, before adding another, hissing at the stretch, before sliding them out quickly, too horny for his dick. You then sit up, lifting yourself off his lap so you could align his cock with your pussy. Jake quivers in excitement, before moaning loudly as you sink onto him, his large dick bottoming out, filling you, nice and snug. “Fuck, you’re so tight!” he exclaims, hands coming to your thighs. You’re panting, needing time to adjust, because your boyfriend is really big. And you never know if you feel bad that he didn’t know he was big because he rarely had sex, or to feel glad that basically no one really got his cock like you do.

“Yeah, baby? All for you, m’kay?” You say, your hands palming his abs, which only fuel you to start grinding. His hands squeeze your thighs in an attempt to stop you. “Baby, m’gonna cum inside you, sl-slow down..” you only speed up, tightening your walls around him.

“Cum in me, Jakey. Be a good boy and give it to me.” You moan, bending down, your hands on either side of Jake’s head as you bounce quickly. His arms wrap around your waist, pressing you against him as you still bounce, indicating he was going to cum.

“Fuck, shit! I’m cumming. Im cumming, I’m going to fucking-“ Jake’s mouth opens as he lets out a desperate moan. “Yes!” His seed shoots deep in your hole. Jake begins panting, before whining again.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You coax ask in worry. But you already know.

“S-sensitive. Please, slow down.” You only giggle, before sitting back up, hands on his chest as you grinding against him. He lets out a shy whimper. You take a moment to admire him; his hair is still so fluffy, but some of its sticking to the face you love sitting on, his mouth plump and open, eyes drowned in the oceans of lust that course throughout the whole room. He looks so beautiful to you, and you can’t believe he’s all yours.

“All mine. You’re all mine.” You whisper, before sitting up properly, bouncing, chasing your pending orgasm.

ALSO DONT BE SCARED TO SEND IN REQUESTS I LOVE IT

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen fic #Jake smut #sim jake smut #enhypen imagines #anon ask

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sundew199 · 3 months ago

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Never Lose Me snippets

In honor of my Post-Rumbling Fic being completed, I wanted to put together some of my favorite moments/snippets from each chapter because I love it so much and I've become extremely attached to it. This is probably some of my best writing and I'm super proud of it. This is only the first ten chapters and I'll probably make a part two, just so this isn't ridiculously long.

Warnings/tags: mentions of suicide in chapter one's snippet. Postpartum depression implied in Chapter 10's snippet. This is a f!reader x reiner fic, the story is centered around Reiner creating a building a family with you post-rumbling.

Chapter One: A journal entry from one of Reiner's journals after he attempted, something you were unaware of and stumbled upon:

"I can’t stand to look at myself in the mirror, want to vomit when I catch a glimpse of what I am, who I was and what I’ll never be. I don’t deserve anything, I deserve to die, rot away in a nameless grave for all that I’ve done. I’m not a good person, I’m the epitome of everything opposite.

I should be dead, I don’t know why I hesitated on blowing my head off. I guess it's because I couldn’t get her face out of my head, her eyes and how’d I rip everything she holds dear if I went through with it. An early death wouldn’t be so different from when I pass on the armor, I can’t be with her forever. Then again that’s what I deserve. She deserves better, deserves a man who doesn’t recoil at his own image and cries himself to sleep as memories flash repeatedly at night.

I can’t allow myself to be selfish anymore, even if I so badly want to spend the rest of my life with her, as unrealistic as it sounds. She’ll live to old age and I’ll die at 25 and become nothing but a faded memory to her. I have so many regrets, more than I can count on two hands, but I think my biggest one was going through with the warrior program and signing my life away when I could’ve spent it with her.

I’d give anything to wake up next to her in our own house, with kids running around in the early morning begging for us to get up and make them breakfast. I’d fucking break through wall Maria all over again if it meant I could have that.

I’ll love her till my last breath even knowing her love for me will fade over time. "

His reassurance after you stumbled upon the journal and read what he wrote: "Reiner could see the hurt written across your face and saw how you took his explanation. Even if you knew just you alone wouldn’t be enough for him to mend the wounds that were his trauma, it hurt hearing how he wanted to give up. You were glad he didn’t but it stung as if he did.

“Hey look at me.” Gently guiding you back to face him, thumbs brushing away the stray tears that ran down the old ones dried to your face. “If it weren’t for you and putting so much faith in me I wouldn’t be standing here in this kitchen. You’ve been the grounding force all my life, my reason to keep going, my reason to be better than who I was. I owe you who I am right now and I thank the universe every single day that we crossed paths, everyday sweetheart.”

The tremble in your bottom lip increased by a ten fold, allowing yourself to go limp in his hands for him to catch you, wrapping you in the familiar embrace that was him. You needed him as much as he needed you, bound together smoothly and seamlessly to always be the salve to each other's wounds, the reminder that it will get better.

Time carried on in the kitchen, calming yourself in his arms with your face pressed to his chest. There was no urgency on his end, allowing you all the time to let everything out. When you pulled away, he smoothed the sides of your face from any remaining tears, pecking your lips."

Chapter Two: Proposing to you.

"His hand came to cup the side of your face, turning you in for a kiss. You smiled into it, placed your palm on the nape of his neck and stood on your tiptoes to meet him properly. The kiss turned into several, languid and deep, all laced with the love so strongly intertwined into your beings. Reiner pulled away, pecked your lips twice more and embraced you.

“You are my everything, my other half.” Pulling away, running his hands up and down your arms. His adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, words he wanted to speak turning his throat dry with emotion. “I can’t ever tell you how happy you make me, how lucky I am that my love for you wasn’t unrequited. You are my angel, sent to me when the universe knew I needed you most, without you sweetheart I wouldn’t be standing here, sharing this moment with you.”

He smiled bashfully, pulling his arms away and shoving one of his hands into the pocket where the ring box was, clutching it tightly. He warmed under your expression to his words, the soft smile creasing your red cheeks. Ignoring the constant flipping of his stomach, the dryness in his throat and sweat beading on his neck, Reiner began again, lowering down to one knee. Instantly you gasped, hands over your mouth and your body shaking with near instant tears that hadn’t fallen yet.

“From the moment I met you on that sidewalk in Liberio, when I was ten years old I knew I had to find some way to make sure you would be in my life. Even when I thought I wouldn’t live to see thirty, I still wanted to marry you, wanted to share a life with the woman who became the other half of my heart.” His voice shook, laughing cumbersomely and finally bringing out the ring box from his pocket.

You were sobbing before him, stifling your tears of happiness as best as you could. Reiner’s entire body trembled as he fought to find the next words to go along with the famous four.

“There is nothing else in this world that I have ever been so sure of, what was once a hopeless dream that I knew I had to make a reality when I was given a second chance, a second chance with you and to make the most of this life and cherish you like you deserve.” Pausing, Reiner blinked the few tears that escaped, opening the top of the box to reveal the ring he spent so much of his time fussing over.

“Which is why I brought you out here tonight, to ask you a very important question sweetheart. Will you marry me?”

Chapter Three: His Doubts on Fatherhood:

"Saying that outloud was a lot for him at that moment, a vague statement that held layers upon layers beneath it. Reiner knew his most inner insecurity was failing as a partner and now add father to that list and he was a mess with unrationalized thoughts about what could or couldn’t go wrong. Not having a dad growing up and seeking out said father and finding out he had nothing to do with him rewired him that day. Reiner didn’t want for one second that his future son or daughter felt unwanted by him, to not see the lengths he went to to make sure they were loved and cherished by him, that they were all he could’ve asked for. He knew the nursery not being done when they arrived wouldn’t matter to a newborn baby, but it mattered to him.

“Why’s that?” Came your tentative voice, one of your hands resting over his hand and your thumb rubbing soothing circles on the inside of his wrist.

“Because I want them to feel appreciated and wanted before they arrive, to know that I want them in my life and that I’m excited to be their dad. I know a newborn baby isn’t going to know or comprehend any of that so I guess it’s more for me, to make up for what I didn’t have.”

He wanted to cringe at how selfish that sounded, but he was telling you the truth. This baby would never experience what it felt like to be unwanted, to go to the farthest lengths to earn approval from him. Reiner would die before he ever allowed his children to feel an ounce of what he felt growing up. Finishing the nursery may have been seen as something not as important to anyone else, but to him it was the first step to being anything but what his mother and father were to him.

“Reiner. This baby is already so loved. I know how important all of this is to you, but I feel like you’re trying to prove something to me as well, which you don’t have to.”

Tears were burning at the corners of his eyes, blinking rapidly so he wouldn’t embarrass himself over crying in the kitchen over old buried trauma. Frustration simmered inside him often when he felt the weight of old wounds resurface after so many years, so sure that he’d healed from it at this point. Even with your constant reminders that healing was never linear and that it was okay, Reiner at times felt pathetic for letting it affect him like it did.

“I just want to be a good dad, I’m scared that I’ll get in my own head and fail and be like my dad and I don’t want that. Even though I’ve wanted kids and I’m so excited, it’s overwhelming sweetheart.” A thumb came to brush the tear that slid down his cheek, inhaling a shaky breath and shuffling his weight on his feet. Reiner hated that this was overwhelming when it’s all he’d ever wanted. Grappling with new emotions and situations was never his strong suit and he hated that about himself sometimes, he wished it were easier to carry the stress of an impending arrival such as this one, but by god he was overwhelmed and scared and channeling that into working and finishing the nursery along with various other things for you and the baby.

Chapter Four: After his daughter is born:

"A quick glance over to him and Reiner was crying, holding Maisie just under his chin and repeatedly kissing the crown of her head. Her fists were curled tightly to his shirt, holding onto Reiner as if she knew it would comfort him. Seeing your fiance so emotional at such random had the all too familiar lump forming in your throat.

“I’m sorry - it just feels like I’ve been dreaming, that I’m going to wake up back in warrior barracks in Liberio.” Choking out on a whisper, tipping his head back so the tears wouldn’t roll down his cheeks too quickly. A smaller hand that belonged to you, landed over his that was cradling Maisie to his chest, offering your presence. “I don’t know why I’m having the sudden realization now that this is real when she’s six weeks old I- fuck sweetheart this is real right, I’m not going to wake up.”

A quiver began in your bottom lip hearing the plea in his tone, like he was so afraid this would all fade from existence, slip from his fingers as he tried to hold on. Forming the words of reassurance were a struggle, mouth running try as you mouth silent words to a response. That seems to prompt a further reaction from him, blinking rapidly and forcing a smile, pulling you tighter to him.

“Yes, this is…this is real Reiner, you're not going to lose this. You’re going to wake up in your bed in the home you built, next to me and next to your daughter.” Finally managing to say a few words, though your voice was so strained from keeping the tears at bay you feared he might’ve not heard you.

His head bobbed in understanding, pressing his lips to the crown of Maisie’s hair and squeezing his eyes shut. What once was a broken, scarred man who convinced himself he was worthy of nothing but an early death, sat beside you a man who couldn’t be more grateful for the life he had, the life he swore would never come to fruition. Reiner inhaled sharply, lifting his head up and back to take in a few deep breaths.

“I mean it when I saw you’re the greatest thing that’s happened to me, you’ve given me a family sweetheart, made me a father and will make me your husband. You and Maisie are my entire world, my entire purpose.” His hand came to cradle the back of your head, looking at you with glossy eyes that swirled with endless amounts of love and appreciation for the impact you had on his life. Tears were falling down both of your cheeks, Reiner wiping the one he could with his thumb and letting out a few laughs, amused that his uncontainable emotions were bringing you both to tears. Maisie remained unfazed on his chest, sleepily blinking back at you, bringing a tender smile to your lips.

“I’d choose you all over again if I had to, every single time sweetheart.” Sealing his words with a tentative kiss, allowing it to linger even if it was only meant to be short, swiping his thumb over your cheek once more for added adoration. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, bringing it to you so you could plant a kiss on his palm."

Chapter Five: A conversation you had with Pieck about her grief post-rumbling and planning for a wedding:

“Perfect, she can help us with the wedding planning, maybe wait till she’s old enough so she can be a little flower girl.”

Warmly you smiled at Pieck, touched that she wanted to involve Maisie in her wedding. She’d make the cutest flower girl for sure, steal the show from the new couple by accident, but Jean or Pieck wouldn’t care, Maisie couldn’t help it.

“How is the wedding planning going?”

“It’s…it’s a work in progress. Jean and I are so busy half of the time there’s barely any time to discuss. I know he for sure wants to try and have it back in Paradis.”

“Really? How do you feel about that?”

A shift in emotions crossed her face, weakly giving you that somber smile. Pieck was guarded, a lot more since the rumbling, losing everything like everyone else did, but also losing so much more at the same time.

“I’m really not sure. His parents are back in Paradis so of course I understand that, but my dad is buried here and so is…everyone else.”

Your heart clenched, remembering the day you attended the small funeral for Mr.Finger and not too long after helping with the small grave sight for the friends who never got to see the end of the war. Marcel, Porco, Bertholdt and Colt all had headstones made in commemoration, not too far from the town hall. Reiner, Annie and Pieck visited often, as did you before Maisie. Though small and something dear to the four of you, the gesture and connection was there.

“I’m sure Jean understands.”

“I haven’t mentioned it.”

“Pieck…”

She sighed, tapping her nails on the table and looking around the cafe. You had a feeling you knew why she hadn’t mentioned it to Jean, the almost relationship she had with Porco and the time it took for her to accept his death. Like Reiner, there was a weight that crashed down after the rumbling, the weight of losing everything and realizing you'll never get to see some people ever again.

“I know I should, but I don’t want him to take it the wrong way.”

“How would he take it the wrong way?” Questioning her gently, careful not to pry too much into her relationship. Maisie smacked at the table, innocently unaware of the heavy emotions hovering between you and Pieck.

“I don’t know, I’m probably overthinking this. I just wanted to get married here, because… I want our friends to see us get married.”

Anguish of a different kind came over you, reaching for Pieck’s hand and lightly squeezing it. The tonnage of losing people you considered family would never go away, shadowing over happy and joyful events that were intended for celebration. You felt a little bit of it after Maisie was born, wishing Bertholdt were here to meet his best friend's daughter. Reiner never said, but you knew.

“Talk to Jean about it, it’s your wedding too and I have a strong feeling he’ll understand and the two of you will come to a compromise.”

The small signature smile came from her, nodding softly and squeezing your hand back finally."

Chapter Six: the aftermath of your daughter turning one:

"When he returned, you waited for him, curling into his chest when his arms came around you. The attempts to lull you to sleep with the gentle motions of his hand rubbing up and down began to work until you shifted and reached for your book. Instead of grabbing it from the drawer of your nightstand, your fingers grasped the soft fabric of something, pulling it out to reveal the baby blanket you brought Maisie home from the hospital in. You’d put it in there a long time ago so you’d never lose it, a small keepsake from when she was a newborn.

Bottom lip trembling seeing how small the fabric was, instantly reminding you that at one point she was that small. You sniffled and let out a sob, clutching it to your chest and curling back into Reiner. He called your name repeatedly, confused by the sudden turn around of events.

Finally, looking at him through the tears you spoke.

“She was so little, Reiner she was so little. What happened?”

Unable to see the relieved smile on his face as you’d buried yours in his chest, Reiner bit back the little chuckle and squeezed you close. He held you while you cried, the emotions of your baby turning one crashing down all at once. If you knew all it took was looking at the blanket she came home in, then maybe you would’ve done this earlier, get all the emotions out beforehand.

Pulling you away, Reiner wiped your tears and let out a sigh. His face read of endearing smugness, the kind when he knew eventually all your worries would be solved. Part of you felt as if he was simply waiting for a moment like this, knowing it was bound to come.

“Do you feel better?”

“No?! Our baby is one, I feel sick.”

He laughed then, hauling you into his lap and using his hand to tuck your head under his chin, rocking you as if you were Maisie, which actually turned out to be kind of soothing.

“It’s only going to get worse from here.”

“Thanks, I feel so much better.” Sarcastically sniffling, rolling your eyes even if he couldn’t see.

Kissing the top of your head, a mischievous chuckle rumbled in his throat, already knowing he was just going to continue to add on.

“She’ll start talking in full sentences. Eventually waking us up in the middle of the night to crawl into bed with us.”

“Stooop.” Whining on top of him, purposely interrupting his ramblings for the sake of your emotional stability.

“Then she’ll be begging you to put bows in her hair, braid it and style it how you want. Insist on following you around everywhere, turning into a mini you.”

“She’s already growing so fast, she walked for the first time all by herself today.”

Unable to help the small sniffle and tears once you remember Maisie hit another milestone today, Reiner paused for a moment, bringing you up to look at him. His eyes were misty, the attempt to pester you backfired.

“Yeah, but she’ll always be our little girl, our Maisie.” Whispering and fighting the tremble in his bottom lip with a weak smile.

Thumbing over the quivering lip, you pressed a small kiss to his lips, curling back into him with your face pressed into the side of his neck."

Chapter Seven: Yours and Reiner's wedding vows.

Reiner's to you: "Instead of reaching for the cards stuffed in his pocket, his head dipped in one final composure of his emotions before looking back up to meet you in the eye.

“From the moment I met you sixteen years ago it was love at first sight, even if ten year old me didn’t exactly know what that was, I can guarantee it was. When I had to leave for Paradis the first time all those years ago, I promised myself I would make it back, not for Marley or the brass but for you. I didn’t have a grasp on why my heart yearned for you all those years away, but I finally understood when I saw you standing there on that dock, meeting me in each other's arms.” His voice shook further and further with every word he spoke, noticing the two tear stains on your cheeks. Sucking in a deep breath, Reiner kissed your knuckles and continued.

“You didn’t have to care for me the way you did when I returned, didn’t have to reassure a broken man who saw himself so unworthy in his own eyes, didn’t have to stay up late with me all those nights when I couldn’t sleep, but you did. You showed me unconditional love and understanding after five years apart, never judged when at the time that was all I felt deserving of. You mended the broken pieces of my heart and soul with your attentive care, brought the light back into my dark life, helped me push through each day. You were my second chance at life, my reason to keep going even when I thought living to my thirties was never going to happen. So when I saw you again in Fort Salta, I promised myself to be the man you deserve, be the father our daughter deserves, because there aren’t enough words to express how much I love you, how much you mean to me and how you shape this heart of mine, I never want to leave this world without saying I love you.”

Yours to Reiner: "The faint sniffles from the friends and family watching on was nothing but a buzz in his ears, training his eyes on yours and watching the emotion swirl. Reiner kissed your hands one last time, holding them between your bodies and waiting for you to speak. When you were composed enough, you let out a little laugh with the tremble in your lip.

“Crossing paths with you changed my life forever, even if our first encounter was brief. I will admit I never understood the infatuation you had for me, why you pestered me endlessly and always ended up by my side. When I dropped out of the program, I was scared I wouldn’t get to see you again, but of course you made it a point to walk with me to and from the headquarters, even if it potentially made you late to training. I realized my crush for you right before you left, feeling so blindsided and wondering if I’d ever get to see the bright blonde boy who loved to point out the butterflies on our walks home again.”

Your hands shook in his, Reiner quickly seeing the turn of your emotions for what you were about to say next, bracing himself for the tears that were building in his waterline and the lump rising in his throat.

“When you did return, I was so happy to have my best friend back, so excited to mess around like before you left, but I realized that boy was buried deep inside you. I knew you weren’t lost completely even though some nights spent in your apartment I questioned if there was a light at the never ending tunnel. I never had any concrete reasoning for staying by your side when you returned, just wanting you to be okay and scared I would lose the one person who made my heart flutter when I saw them. I know you feel as if you’ll never truly be the man I deserve and I want to tell you that you’re wrong. You’ve always been a man worth loving, a man worth a life full of happiness and health, worthy of a family and friends who see you for who you are. You’ve always been the other half of my heart before I even realized it and I could live a thousand lifetimes and still not be able to tell you how much I love you.”

Chapter eight: Yours and Reiner's daughter feeling her younger sibling kick for the first time.

"Smiling at the following question, Maisie crawled over your leg to get to Reiner, climbing onto him like a tree and poking next to the corner of his eye. You watched as he praised her for the correct answers and the gentle correction at the wrong ones. Reiner went over the features of his face until he started to point to different ones and wait for her to respond. And Maisie did flawlessly, still working on some of the pronunciations but both of you knew what she was trying to say.

“Baby.”

Your daughter had rotated her head in your direction, pointing at your stomach. Reiner shared a look of awe with you, neither of you had mentioned that often there was a baby in your stomach but Maisie knew and both of you were a little shocked to say the least.

“That’s right, there's a baby in Mommy’s tummy.” Patting the center of your abdomen as you confirmed her observation. Even though Maisie had just pointed it out, she looked a little perplexed, moving to sit between you and Reiner, staring at your stomach.

Lifting the hem of your shirt until the small bump was revealed, you rested your hand at the crown, watching your daughter's eyes widen in even more fascination. Like she was scared something was to happen, Maisie reached her tiny hand out and rested it on the side of your stomach. Eyes blinking so slowly as her mind turned with pondering, working out the complexities of your pregnancy that she now suddenly became aware of.

A flutter rippled under your hand, barely noticeable at first but when the action repeated your eyes widened. If you were correct, the baby just kicked for the first time, and patiently you waited to see if they would do it again.

“Reiner.”

“Hm?” Taking his eyes off of Maisie to see what you wanted, having to balance his weight quickly as you grabbed his wrist to place his hand where yours was. At first he questioned what you were doing until he felt the tiny kick. The air in his throat hitched, body completely frozen as he waited for the baby to do it again. Maisie had been watching you two, not sure why your eyes were wide and bodies so still, so she moved her hand next to Reiner’s, feeling left out.

Instantly, your husband guided her hand to where his once was, placing his comically larger one over Maisie’s and waiting on bated breath for the baby to hopefully kick just one more time. It would be an experience for your daughter, feeling her sibling kick in the womb in her presence and you hoped they would cooperate.

Sighing in relief when the kick came, Maisie jolted a little, unsure of what that was, looking back at Reiner for answers.

“That’s your brother or sister Mais, say hi.” Speaking softly by her ear and smiling with pride, encouraging his daughter to greet her sibling.

“Hi…”

You were melting on the spot, seeing Maisie timidly acknowledge the baby even if they couldn’t hear her, Reiner sharing the same look as you. A few moments passed with occasional kicks and Reiner guiding his daughter's hand around your stomach to entice them to keep making their presence known. With each one, Maisie smiled, even if she wasn’t entirely sure what she was feeling, she knew just by the looks on yours and Reiner’s face that it was a good thing.

When the kicks couldn’t be felt anymore, you pulled your shirt back down and curled up next to Reiner, with Maisie beginning to doze off in your lap. The soft pats from your palm and the occasional threading of your fingers in her hair, she loses her battle with sleep quickly."

Chapter nine: doubts about being a good mom.

"“What’s wrong?” Murmuring, letting your hands fall in your lap and running his own up and down your arms. As he waited for your response, he tried to think of any possible reason why you could be upset, wanting to have his own comforting words ready the moment you were.

“I’m just worried over everything .”

Reiner softened, nodded for you to keep going. “I feel stupid for all this anxiety when we’ve already done this, but what if Maisie doesn’t like the baby and lashes out? How am I going to take care of two kids when you’re at work? What if I can’t-”

“You can.” Cutting you off despite knowing there was probably so much more on your mind you needed to voice. A deep sigh exhaled through his nose, taking a moment to wipe your tears and kiss the little salt stains they left behind on your now flushed cheeks. Understanding how you felt, feeling similar to before Maisie was born, Reiner moved to take you into his arms for an embrace. The soft strands of your hair tickled the side of his face, threading through with his fingers for further comfort. He could hear the further cries into his shoulder, letting his arms tighten around you.

“I know it’s been a lot for you recently, but sweetheart you know I’m going to be here. You know I’m going to go out of my way to be there and help you out, even if I am at work.” Pulling you away so he could look you in the eyes as he spoke. Reiner couldn’t help but give a silent chuckle when he scanned over your face, looking so much like Maisie when she got upset. Dipping down for a small soft kiss, he held the sides of your face as he gave you the most affectionate look he could muster.

“You are an incredible woman, mother and wife. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that you won’t be able to handle both of them because you’re smart, caring and face every obstacle with a calm, sound mind. Everything is going to work out one way or another.” Affirming to you once more that there wasn’t anything you couldn’t do nor face alone if Reiner could help it. His commitment would always be to you no matter what, be there for you like you were for him in trying times. Even if he were away and you needed him, Reiner would break and bend laws to be by your side, it was the least he could do for all that you had done for him.

“I just don’t know why I’m so worked up over this?” Wiping your nose on the back of your hand, looking up at him and then back down to your stomach. Reiner followed your gaze, carefully climbing over you to sit beside you, quickly checking on Maisie as she napped.

“Because it’s an entirely new situation, for the both of us, double the responsibility. We don’t know what it's like to raise more than one kid and that’s okay, it’s all about figuring it out as we go.” Running his finger lightly over your bump, then palming it in the center. Reiner would admit that he’d had thoughts like yours recently, nothing to this extreme, moreso worried about the present, forcing himself the reminders that he would face the future when it came.

“Yeah.”

Your response was plain, but reduced of the worry and uncertainty. Hooking the hand on your bump under your chin, Reiner laid the last of his comfort into the kiss he pressed to your lips. Whatever anxiety remained, melted off of you as you kissed him back, quickly wrapped in the blanket that were his words and actions. Reiner kissed your forehead, reaching over to bring Maisie back to his arms.

“You’ll be okay, I’ll always make sure of it.”

Slouching against the headboard once he was readjusted, he reached for your hand, stroking his thumb over the top. Whatever life had to throw this way, Reiner made the same promise over and over again, to be everything and more to you, till the day he drew his last breath."

Chapter ten: dealing with postpartum depression after yours and Reiner's son his born.

“I’m sorry.” Trembling words left your lips, sounding so pathetic and weak. You were pulled off so you could look him in the eyes, concern laced with sternness was what you were met with.

“For what?” Asking as if it were a rhetorical question, holding the side of your tear swollen face and dabbing a few of the tears away with his hand.

“For…for I don’t know, he wouldn’t calm down or stop crying and I tried everything but it wouldn’t work.”

Your husband somehow softened and hardened at your words. Reiner wasn’t truly upset with the situation, moreso with the fact that you immediately turned apologetic for being unable to calm Gabriel down. There were no signs that this was inherently your fault, and Reiner knew things would be testy with your emotions a good while after giving birth. Navigating these emotions were like walking on crack glass high in the sky, stepping lightly and weighing his words and actions to keep from everything shattering. It pained him like no other that you were a mush of emotions, knowing how mentally taxing it was on you. If somehow it were possible for him to carry all of that for you, he would.

“Sweetheart, there’s nothing to apologize for. Sometimes babies get that way and it just takes more time to calm them down, you know that.” Wrapping an arm around your waist and hauling you into his lap. Dexterous fingers glided along your flushed, tear stained cheeks, looking at you with pure adoration. Reiner knew you were bearing the weight of being strong and capable as he returned to work earlier than expected. He hated that you felt the need to do that, his promises were still true and he would uphold every last one to ensure your emotional and mental health.

“But you just got home from work and immediately had to take care of the situation. I didn’t even have dinner ready, nor did I greet you.” Your words turned into apologetic ramblings, overexplaining to make up for the situation at hand.

Sweetheart,” Brushing a thumb along your bottom lip to quiet the shaking words leaving your lips. “It’s okay, I don’t expect any of that when I get home. I care about seeing the three of you, that’s it. And it doesn’t matter if I just walked in the door and you need help, I’m your husband and their dad, it's the bare minimum of what’s expected of me.”

His words were like a wall of truth smacking you in the face, not wanting to accept it. Your husband deserved to come home and relax for a bit before jumping into parental duties, at least that was your reasoning. Reiner already had so much to handle and throwing more on him just felt…wrong. It was a way of showing your appreciation towards him, a little out of the ordinary but you couldn’t think of any other way at the moment.

“I’m just-'' Taking in a shuddering breath, squeezing your eyes shut for the confession you were about to let out. “I’m just so tired. They both need all of my attention and I want to do everything I can to give it to them but I feel so drained and I know that makes me sound like a bad mom. It’s not fair that you’re not here and it’s even worse for me to just dump more on your plate when you get home, I hate it and I feel like a failure.”

Unable to look Reiner in the face, ashamed at the words that left your mouth, you buried your face in your hands, letting out pitiful little sobs. It was one thing to inwardly confess to feeling like a failure, but to voice it aloud to your husband struck you so much harder than you expected. Intentionally or not, you dubbed yourself as the strong one, the one to lean on instead of the other way around. Reiner never burdened you with that notion, that was all your doing and you knew that. Everything had gone so smoothly with Maisie, you’d admit your expectations were high with Gabriel. Naive thinking yes, but were you so wrong in thinking that?

Settling for embracing you and pulling your hands away before he spoke, Reiner smoothed his hands over your back, rubbing circles to calm the pent up emotions inside you. He knew you held some resentment for him going back as early as he did and he couldn’t blame you. But for once he didn’t let that get inside his head, because at this moment he needed to be the rock to your support and not pity himself over something he couldn’t control.

“You’re not a failure sweetheart. The fact that you’re so upset over this tells me how much you care.” Using age old lines he once heard over and over from you to offer the same reassurance and relief it brought him. “I know it can be hard to ask for help when you feel like you can handle everything, but you need to put yourself first sometimes. You are not just a mother, you’re a person with their own individual self that deserves to just have moments to yourself. It’s not selfish or greedy to want to be away from the kids for a bit, its healthy and that’s all I want for you angel.”

Bringing yourself to look Reiner in the face, letting out a long somewhat defeated sigh, you gave a small nod. There were thousands of reasons why you loved Reiner, but his poetic words of reassurance were at the top of your list, the man stringing together words and sentences that were so beautifully conveyed that calmed your weary soul. Your husband was truly the better half of your and you couldn’t even imagine living in the world without him.

“It’s not going to happen overnight.” Countering back a bit with slight humor in your tone, the tonnage of your inner struggles lifting slowly.

His lips curled into the softest smile, tracing the lines of your cheekbones and tilting his head in a small nod. “I know, but you’re not alone, you’re never alone and I want you to get used to leaning on me more when you need to. I’m never going to judge you for whatever is bothering you, nor your thoughts or feelings.”

#reiner braun #attack on titan #snk #aot reiner #reiner x reader #reiner x you #post-rumbling #reiner fluff #snk reiner

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simp4bsdcharacters · 2 years ago

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Chuuya Dating Hcs!! (SFW)

Augh I love my boy A-5158 sm

Confession!!

Chuuya was not sure at all how to confess to you

Poor boy just came up at your house/apartment and said « Would you go out with me » with a bunch of your favourite flowers and some chocolate

Chuuya’s look just screamed « accept me »

Hear me out when I say this

Chuuya Nakahara did not scream 🤯🤯

He didn’t want to scare you off for what could be your first date with him <3

When you said yes, he was extremely happy, just concealing it

And yeah, that’s pretty much how you and Chuuya started dating

Dates!!

Chuuya would be the type to take things nice and slow

So you guys’s first date was probably just cuddling on your couch while watching TV

As I said, NICE AND SLOW

If you guys are into first-date sex, it’s not for you that he’ll (politely) decline but for himself

Chuuya doesn’t feel ready 💀

(Tell Dazai about this)

When his trust in you evolves, he’ll feel ready to have sex

But not for now 😌

General hcs!!

If you work at the ADA, Chuuya WILL find Dazai and ask him about how you’re doing when you aren’t answering the phone

If Dazai refuses to tell him anything my dude will fucking fight in the middle of the streets for info 🥴

Call him a stalker he’ll be proud of it

If you’re in the PM and going on a mission alone he’s going to say, I quote « But [Y/N], if you get injured while I’m not here I could never forgive myself!! » just so he can stay with you ❤️❤️

Chuuya would grab your hand on any mission you guys are on, at a random moment

’’CHUUYA, LET GO OF MY HAND HE’S CATCHING UP TO US WITH A KNIFE!!’’

‘’NEVER!!!!’’

Onto the first kiss because it wouldn’t dating hcs if no first kiss 😒

Ahem-

A W K W A R D

VERY VERY VERYYYY AWKWARD

Chuuya will NOT lean into the kiss, you will

He will NOT kiss back until you elbow him

Chuuya gets embarrassed for the slightest shit that could happen what would you expect from him ☹️

Call Chuuya your ChuuChuu Train

He will blush and tell you to stfu but he actually like it when you call him that

Its comforting him smh 🤷‍♀️

He doesn’t know how to express his love for you, so most of the time, it’s just lewd physical touches like groping your ass at a random moment or smth

But Chuuya does help you around the house sometimes

He won’t admit it but it’s because he likes doing the laundry to see what you wear throughout the week

Listen guys Chuuya Nakahara is actually a good cook guys 😔😔

and he mastered the art of cleaning as well for unknown reasons

He’s proud of himself when he achieved something for you, he likes to prove his love

I ran out of ideas (help) anyway byee~

#chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bungo gay dogs #bungo sd #bsd #bsd chūya #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #chuuya headcanons #nakahara chūya #chūya #chūya x reader

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sucka4pain · 1 year ago

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Yandere 42! Miles Morales feeling grumpy all day at school and getting a little more upset when his girl wouldn't answer his texts. Only to see her surrounded in a circle of students cause she's beating the breaks off another girl who was riling her up talking bout her man.

And miles ain't know she could fight like that‼️and how would miles feel about her extreme jealousy?

I absolutely love this wait a damn minute…

A/n: Finally got out of writers block smh, I’m sorry that this took so long to do cutie pie😞 I also made the reader poc cause I gotta give my poc girlys including myself some love yk? I hope you don’t mind that!!<3

Warnings: Violence, fighting, yandere theme, jealousy, blood, pet names (mamas and mami), and cursing

Continue reading below the cut! Be warned as this contains dark content!!

Miles: hey mami, good morning

7:44 a.m

Miles: why ain’t you answering me?

9:57 a.m

Miles: at least leave me on seen or sum shit so I know you seen it.

11:32 a.m

He closed his phone and groaned as he feels his grumpiness getting to him. “Yo Miles, you good?”

His friend asked him seeing Miles is more grumpy than he usually is. “I’m fine.” He replied as his friend knew he was lying but decided to not push it and just thought that he was just having an awful morning. The only times when he did have awful mornings is when Y/n wasn’t around, and this was one of those awful mornings.

The bell rang and Miles got up to leave and as he walked out the classroom whispers were surrounding him. The soft voices going in and out of his ears, they filled the hallways. He managed to make it to his class and sat in his usual seat by the window in the back.

All of a sudden, students yelling and running could be heard outside the class, curiosity got the best of Miles as he got up from his seat to see what the ruckus is about. He used his taller figure as an opportunity to see over the crowd.

He was shocked to see his girlfriend, Y/n on top of another female, punching her as the girl below her was screaming and crying. One of Y/n’s hands was gripping the girls hair to keep her head down and her other hand was in a fist as she laid blow after blow to her face. Her nose was bleeding and bruises started to form on her face.

The female under Y/n was kicking and squirming, trying to get out from under her but couldn’t from Y/n’s body weight being forcefully pushed on her to keep her down.

Students surrounding them were recording and yelling as others just watched in horror.

“You wanna talk shit about my man!? You’re shady and pathetic, say it out loud to me instead of going behind his back.”

Y/n’s voice spat coldly in her face as the girl looked terrified while tears were running down her cheeks.

He was shocked seeing the scene, he never expected Y/n to be the jealous type let alone fight someone who talked bad about him. Miles didn’t and couldn’t care less about people who talked bad about him. Cause he knows that he can easily beat them with no issue.

So seeing Y/n get jealous and protective because another female talked bad about him behind his back, almost made him feel proud, thinking about how he knew that Y/n is really the one for him.

After a while, the principal came and broke up the fight then took the girl and Y/n to his office. Teachers who were there, escorted and told the students to get back to their classes. Everyone went to their classes and as Miles was in his seat, he was wondering what the girl said that made Y/n so mad.

While he was thinking, he smirked to himself, knowing that his girl, his only, did that to another female for him. Pride filled his chest knowing that any other girl wouldn’t have done it. He was proud to call Y/n his and his only.

The school day ended, and Y/n was walking out of school but then was stopped by Miles.

“Ay Mami, what happened back there earlier?” His hand placed on her shoulder as he turned her body around to face him.

“Some girl talked shit about you, and I couldn’t let that slide.” She huffed out pissed off and crossed her arms. He only smirked down at her before letting out a small chuckle.

“Who would have known that Mami would be jealous and protective of me.” His voice teased her with a smirk on his face. She looked at him before rolling her eyes.

“I wasn’t jealous…I was only doing what I had to do.” She glanced at him which only made him laugh as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her body closer to his before he started to walk.

“Plus, why would I be jealous of a white girl? One thing that I do question is why would that little white girl talk shit knowing that we don’t play around when it comes to confrontation?”

Her voice spoke as she scoffed with a small laugh.

“You know…I would kill any guy who even dares to breath in your direction..~”

He bent down to her ear to whisper in her ear. His voice was low and deep as it sent shivers down her spine, causing her skin to grow goosebumps.

“You don’t mean that though, right?” Looking at him with a raised brow as he just smirked and stayed silent.

“Don’t play with me right now…you don’t mean it right?!” Her voice slightly raised, giving him an almost flabbergasted expression.

“I don’t know Mamas..do you think I’m playing?”

The tone of his voice was low and deeper than before. It was almost concerning, she knew how possessive he could get. But the way his voice got deeper, it sounded dark.

She stayed silent, his hand reaching over to her chin as he lifted her head to look at him. He had his usual cold expression but this time it was even..colder?..

His eyes were completely lifeless. No sign of shine or life in them which made her a little nervous when he stared down at her.

“I asked you a question Mamas, and I expect an answer..”

The sound of his tone was like he was a robot. It didn’t sound human, no hit of emotion behind it. She thickly swallowed before answering.

“No, I don’t think you’re playing..”

She said and he smiled, giving her a soft kiss on her forehead.

“See? It isn’t that hard now was it?”

His arm wrapped around her waist again as she walked with her close to his side. He didn’t let her answer his question before speaking.

“Now let’s go out. I gotta reward my girl for doing something, right?”

Requests are still opened btw!<3

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#yandere #spider man across the spider verse #yandere spiderman #yandere headcanons #yandere miles morales #atsv prowler #yandere prowler miles morales #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x Hispanic reader #miles morales x poc! reader #yandere fantasy #spider man atsv #across the spiderverse #yandere spiderverse #spider man miles morales

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 5 months ago

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illicit affairs | twenty five

“You look beautiful.”

Noah walked up behind me as I looked myself over in the mirror for the hundredth time. I gave my hair a blow out and even brought out my bright red lipstick for the first time in months. Since we were just going to be home I didn’t bother dressing up but I still wanted to look cute so I wore a black tube top with a pair of Levi 501’s. I turned around and looked up into Noah’s midnight eyes, completely losing my breath. He wore a pair of black shorts with a black button up short sleeved shirt, leaving a few buttons undone. My eyes were focused on his exposed chest tattoos…I don’t think I’ll get over how gorgeous he really was.

“Thank you.” I replied, gently wrapping my hand behind his neck to motion him to kiss me. His lips met mine softly. We broke apart quickly because we knew if we didn’t, we wouldn’t stop. I suddenly wished we were home alone.

“Wait before we go…” Noah moved my hair from my neck and sprayed his cologne on my skin, catching me off guard. The smell was so damn intoxicating, I wasn’t sure how he expected me to keep my composure all night knowing I smelt like him.

“What was that for?” I questioned as I looked at him through the mirror, knowing he had some back handed comment ready.

“Just want everyone to smell me on you.” He replied, putting his cologne back down on the dresser. He kept his eyes on me the entire time, causing my stomach to fill with butterflies.

“You mean Matt?”

He smirked, almost proud of himself, “does that bother you?”

I pouted as I began to play with the buttons on his shirt, “no it turns me on and we have a party to throw.”

“Well…” he whispered as he ran his hand up my neck, “you give me the signal and we’ll sneak off, okay?” I just nodded as we headed downstairs, intertwining my hand with Noah’s. Everyone was in the kitchen or out by the grill talking and having a good time when we came down. Jesse and Folio insisted on working the grill for dinner so I let them have it, the less I had to do tonight the better. Davis made some sides for us as well and everything smelt so damn delicious. I caught myself staring at my surroundings, feeling extremely thankful to know these group of boys.

“Wow Ellie you look good.” Jesse commented, I could tell he was already a few drinks in so I let it go.

“Thanks bud.”

My eyes wondered around and caught Matt’s instantaneously. I tried to look in another direction, but my eyes kept going back to him as if he had some magnetic force over me.

“Bro, I’m right here.” Noah commented as he brought me my first white claw of the night. Jesse gave him the finger before turning his attention back to the grill with Folio.

“Ellie…” Jolly whispered, leaning down towards my ear, “you look really pretty.”

“Thank you, Jolly.” I smirked as he kissed the top of my head and ran away from Noah.

“Jolly!” I looked up at Noah and he was about 50 shades of pink from embarrassment. “Sorry that I’m friends with a bunch of teenagers.”

“I’m used to it.” I replied before taking a sip of my drink, “besides I’m yours.” “Mine?” “Always.”

Dinner was a complete success and I was actually quite impressed with how well the boys could cook. Everyone was really enjoying themselves, which was what I envisioned when we first looked at this place. I always dreamt of having the home everyone could come to for bbq’s, birthdays and holidays, and now I had it. I was so distracted that I forgot Matt was even at the table. He sat far away from me but I caught him hiding back a smirk any time someone made me laugh…I knew his guard he had up was fake.

The boys shared so many tour stories with me, making me laugh until my sides hurt. I think they were trying to compete to see who could make me laugh the most, Jesse was definitely winning by a long shot.

“Fuck, I can’t breathe.” I said as another laugh left me, I grabbed a napkin from the table to wipe my eyes. Folio just told me a joke everyone expected me to get offended at but it did the polar opposite.

“I was expecting that joke to go south.” Folio commented, almost looking at me surprised I took his joke well. “Ellie, I swear you’re the coolest girl I’ve ever met.” “Guys, you’re talking to a girl who’s comfort show is Family Guy.” Noah chimed in. “You got yourself a winner, Noah.” I felt Noah’s hand run up the back of my neck, giving it a small squeeze. His eyes locked in on me, causing me to flush pink, “I know.” The rest of the night was such a blur, but it was so much fun. We ended up staying at the table and just talking for a few more hours, sharing more laughs and just enjoying each others company.

Noah never stopped touching me the entire time, his hand was either wrapped around my leg or my hand. We kept stealing glances too, which was stirring something up inside of me. Even in a crowded room, he still made me feel like I was the only one there with him.

“I’m gonna go show the guys the recording space, are you okay here?” “Yes.” I breathed, I was a few drinks in at this point and was quite happy where I was sitting. “I’ll come find you if I need you.” Noah kissed my forehead gently as he got up, “I love you.”

I blushed a little, watching him walk away from me. As he walked over to the boys, he turned and flashed me his million dollar smile again. I blew him a kiss he pretended to catch and put in his back pocket before he walked into his future studio space. I felt like my heart was going to burst with how much I loved him.

“Just checking in, you good?” I snapped out of my thoughts and noticed Davis sat down beside me, “Yeah, everything’s good.” “Good.” He beamed, “do you want a drink?” “I’ll go get it, I haven’t stood up in hours. Thank you though.”

Davis just nods at me as I get up, feeling my head grow more fuzzy. One of the worst things about drinking is you don’t realize how drunk you are until you stand up. I went into the kitchen, my body stumbling into every corner as I went to grab another drink that I didn’t need. I fished through the thousand beers that were on the shelf before finding my last strawberry white claw. There was a shadow behind me as I closed the door and it caused me to almost jump out of my skin. Once my vision decided to focus, I realized the shadow was Matt leaning against the wall. I felt my body instantly sober up the second our eyes locked.

“Why haven’t you talked to me all day?” I asked, my voice trembling the longer he kept his eyes on me. “I just don’t have anything to say to you.” “No, you’d rather just scare me in my own kitchen. Twice.” I scoffed, getting ready to leave when he grabbed my arm and stopped me. “I would’ve never left you if it was my choice.” He muttered, looking down at his grip he had on me. “I left because I thought that’s what you wanted.” “But you did leave…” He let go of my arm and sighed deeply, “I know, that was stupid of me.” “I hope you know I am sorry I ruined our friendship.” I paused as I felt tears welling up in my eyes, “you didn’t deserve that but I deserved a better goodbye.” Matt finally looked over at me, his own eyes were glistening with tears which caught me off guard, “I deserved to be happy with you.”

Ouch.

#fanfic #bad omens #noah sebastian

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shebadfuckk · 13 days ago

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Not me realizing it’s now been 6 years California sober. 🖤 huge thanks to my producer who saved my life and told me to never come back to his studio if I was gunna be high again. I remember being 78 pounds as a fucking 23 year old. It’s really embarrassing to admit, but I’m seriously so fucking proud of myself for cold turkey quitting and never looking back, not a single time.

I’m so grateful that he gave me that ultimatum because it really shook me awake to the reality of my situation when the rest of my friends were pretending like they didn’t notice, when it had to be blatantly fucking obvious. I remember the moment like it was yesterday , I was sooo ashamed when he called me out for being that high because I was always paranoid that people would notice. Plus I never thought I would even be on drugs in the first place and felt it was a wretched misrepresentation of my character, but then I had to take the long hard look at myself because I realized it wasn’t a misrepresentation at all. I just didn’t align with who I had become anymore.

I always tend to give him all the credit for that but looking back I’m realizing what a strong person I was to decide in that moment, even high as fuck that I would never do it again. The comedown was absolutely awful. I remember sitting in my bed for a week, literally telling myself over and over how I just wanted to die how I wanted to kill myself. I mean, when I talk about miserable, I can’t even find the words to encapsulate the feeling of coming down off off that shit.

He helped me save my life, though I’m 100% certain if I had not gone to the studio that night and he hadn’t called me out I would definitely be dead in a ditch somewhere. I was well on my way to death if not already more than halfway there. I don’t really talk about it a lot because there’s a lot of shame associated with it. My parents don’t know my family doesn’t know really hardly anyone knows except for the people that saw me every day and had to have witnessed it. But I just wanted to give myself a pat on the back here and tell myself I’m proud of you.

It’s discouraging how it’s affected my brain and body and I feel like I’ll never get the me before drugs back but I know so many people that have died from drugs or violence associated with drugs, and I watched them struggle with trying to quit in and out of rehab and never being able to step away.

if I didn’t have the passion that I do for music in the drive to be successful, I don’t think I would’ve ever quit so I’m totally grateful to music as well for giving me a reason to fight. It’s crazy that I really never have gotten the urge once since that conversation. Something inside me just clicked and I said I’m never doing this again and it honestly wasn’t a hard decision.

The hardest part about it was accepting who I had become, and giving myself grace because I hated myself for a long time after I got clean.

The second hardest part was realizing how much of myself I lost throughout the time I was on drugs. They really take away your entire personality and eat at you until you become a shell of yourself. Sometimes I still feel like I’m fighting to get that person back, but maybe instead of trying to find her it’s time to evolve into the new version of who I am.

I’m flawed and broken, but I’m strong and healing. ❤️‍🩹

And I’m so blessed to be alive.

If anyone out there is struggling with this just know you’re not alone and know that it’s extremely possible you just have to find something worth fighting for that means more to you than the pain you’re trying to stifle.

#my story #story time #addiction #drug addiction #clean

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riverstixxelf · 10 months ago

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I love the SPN fandom but honestly it’s so stressful sometimes 😭

For example earlier today I googled “Misha Collins girlfriend” because I heard a rumor that he has a girlfriend, I couldn’t find much besides stuff talking about Vicky so I scrolled down and saw a tumblr post saying something about Misha being attracted to men (which I don’t necessarily disagree with, but I don’t want to tell another person what they are) and women so I clicked on it and it was a huge post (like, a couple paragraphs) talking about some strange things. I don’t remember exactly but at one point the user brought up the “fact” that Misha makes jokes about women and sex?? As in making jokes at the expense of women… and I was like… are we talking about the same Misha here? He DOES make jokes about sex but I don’t recall him ever making jokes at the expense of women. Only thing I can think of is that one story about one of his earlier acting jobs and he didn’t know the “no tongue rule” but that was mostly at the expense of himself. Then I scrolled and found another post that was pretty disturbing…

Someone had screenshotted a regular instagram caption that Jensen posted just talking about how he just got done traveling, he wanted to take a nap, something like that—nothing sexual about the post at all or anything that would suggest that—and someone captioned it with something talking about him and Misha rubbing their [babymakers] together??? I audibly laughed out loud because wtf 😭😭

I don’t want to shame Jenmish shippers (I say Jenmish because Cockles is just a… very interesting name), even though I think it’s the slightest bit strange to be shipping real people… but again I never want to put anyone down for anything because I myself have said some stuff about Jensen and Misha that might suggest something between them.

Another thing is just the amount of hate for various cast members. Mostly the hate I see is for Jared and Misha; J2 fans who hate Misha, Jenmish fans who hate Jared, etc. There’s a lot of love in this fandom but ohmygOD there’s so much hate too. I guess that’s true for any fandom, but it’s so tiring sometimes.

Also, in this fandom, you’ll get hounded for any opinion you have. If you don’t like destiel, you’re homophobic. If you do like destiel, you’re also homophobic for some reason because queer bating or whatever… for the record i’d like to state that I am a proud destiel shipper just fyi. But I see so many people take it to the extreme, make little things into big things or something along those lines. Same thing with cockles shippers I was talking about earlier. I feel like I have a pretty neutral viewpoint on stuff regarding destiel; I see most things how they are, and I make my assumptions based on CANON things. I don’t say “Dean and Cas are definitely fucking”, I say “Dean and Cas love eachother but they cant express it, because Cas wasn’t even sure what love was and Dean’s highest ideal of love is family, which is why he says Cas is like a brother to him”. Now, if you don’t agree with me, guess what… that’s okay! If you don’t think destiel exists, that’s a valid point, and i’m not gonna dox you just because you have a different opinion than me. Because that’s just it, it’s an OPINION.

I could get into Sam haters and Dean haters and stuff… but I’m tired. Actually, you know what, screw it. I WILL GET INTO IT!!!

I’ve had a few experiences with Dean haters especially, and most of the time they just ADORE Sam and thinks he’s done nothing wrong. Let me clarify that I don’t hate Sam- like- at all. Then again, Dean haters who happen to be Sam stans have warped my view on Sam a little, but I won’t let that get in my way of honest judgment.

Sam. has. done. bad. stuff. DEAN. has. done. bad. stuff. Please don’t compare their trauma, they both have their own issues, one isn’t better than the other.

I might be biased because I relate to Dean so much (like a crazy amount it’s not even funny…), but for the millionth time in a row I DO NOT HATE SAM. I saw someone saying how Dean was the cause of almost every single world-ending event that happened in SPN… like honey no. Another person replied to their comment listing all of the world-ending events… and guess what… Sam was the cause of most of them!! Does that make him a hate-worthy character? No!!

I don’t know what point i’m trying to make here. I just think there’s so much in-fighting within the SPN fandom and as much as I love being in the fandom sometimes you just gotta have a break from all the drama. If you made it this far… go outside or something don’t pay attention to me i’m chronically online.

#supernatural #destiel #jenmish #deancas #spn #discussion #idk how to tag this

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stardustluvs · 1 year ago

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Let Me Make It Up To You - Nolan X Karl

MDNI

Word Count: 3.8k

Pairing: Nolan Hansen x Karl Jacobs (established)

Summary: After a particularly difficult MrBeast challenge, which Nolan wins, Karl gets upset due to already having a bad day on top of losing. They talk about it, and Nolan apologizes for the shitty day in the form of sex.

Warnings: NSFW, Hurt/Comfort(?)

Author's Note: I’m super proud of this fic, I think it might be some of my best work in a while! I got this idea from a random prompt generator online, and also because I need Karlan content, even if that means writing it myself.

Requests are open! || masterlist

“Damnit!” Karl groaned, picking his, now cracked, phone off the ground. He accidentally dropped it while walking out of his house and now it’s practically shattered.

Well, shattered, seemed like a bit overdramatic, but it was definitely cracked nonetheless.

He had already woken up in such a bad mood and now he’s lucky if his phone still worked normally. He had woken up from some stupid nightmare, hardly able to catch his breath. On top of the nightmare, he had barely been able to sleep in the first place.

He would much rather stay home today and allow himself to cool down, but unfortunately for him, that wasn’t a possibility. He had agreed to partake in an upcoming challenge video, and he’d feel bad having to cancel on Jimmy not even an hour before filming starts.

He sighed as he got in his car, using the bit of silence before starting it to think to himself. He would be surprised if his car wouldn’t give him any problems too. He’d been meaning to get a new car or get his fixed, he’s just never really had the time, constantly busy with content creation.

Besides having a horrible start to his day, he was excited for the video. He wasn’t sure what the prize for this video would be, but he knew it was a challenge in which whoever kept their hand on the prize longest, they won. They were always fun, and he loved seeing his friends, especially since that meant Nolan would be there too.

The pair had been going out unbeknownst to the rest of their friends for just under four months now. They made it official after the two decided to have a spontaneous sleepover just for the hell of it. As that night went on, they got to talking and realized there seemed to be more between them than they had been acknowledging.

It’s not as though they didn’t want to tell everyone, it was just somewhat comforting to have something between only the two of them. Karl was sure they would get to that point eventually, but keeping everything on the down-low just sounded like a better situation for right now anyway.

He finally started his car to begin the drive to meet his friends. Well. He tried to anyway. Of course today is the day for his car to die on him.

“Oh, come on!” He sighed. He put his head down against the steering wheel. He honestly felt like just saying fuck it and going back inside.

He got out of his car and shut the door. It took everything inside of him to not slam the door. He pulled his now cracked phone out of his back pocket and opened his contacts. The cracks on the screen made it somewhat hard to see who exactly he was looking for, and it was extremely frustrating.

After pressing the call button on one of his contacts, he held his phone to his ear, praying for an answer.

“Hello?” A voice came through the other end of the phone.

“Nolan, hey, can you come pick me up?” Karl asked, relief practically rang through his voice as he spoke.

“Yeah, are you…okay?” Nolan asked, sounding concerned at why Karl was all panicky sounding.

“Um, yeah, but please, I’ll just explain when I see you,” Karl sighed.

There was a pause before Nolan spoke again, “Okay…um, yeah, I’ll be there in a few.”

Karl thanked him softly before ending the phone call and sitting down on the curb, staring at the ground. He traced circles into the sidewalk while he waited.

This day seriously could not get worse.

Thankfully, it was only a few more minutes til Nolan got there, leaning over and opening the passenger side door from the drivers seat.

Karl got in, not really even saying a word at first. Instead he waited for Nolan to speak first, which he did soon after he started driving again.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, offering his hand to Karl, who took it after a moment.

“It’s been such a bad day, Nolan, I just…I woke up from a nightmare this morning, felt like I couldn’t breathe, and I hardly slept either! Oh, and then,” Karl started, pulling his phone from his pocket using his free hand to show Nolan the cracked screen, “I dropped my phone, and then my car died!”

Karl’s voice practically broke when he finished speaking, causing Nolan to squeeze his hand softly in comfort.

“Hey, it’ll be okay, we’re gonna go do this video, have fun, and it’ll take your mind off of everything,” Nolan reassured him.

Karl appreciated the sentiment. Every time he was around Nolan his day seemed to just get better. Even though he was having such a horrible day, it was okay now, right?

Nolan pulled into a parking space near everyone else’s cars, seems as though they were the last to get to their filming location.

“You gonna be okay today?” Nolan asked as he shut his car off without worry that it wouldn’t start up again. Something Karl was jealous of right about now.

Karl had to snap himself out of his thoughts and jealousy before he nodded in response.

Nolan smiled before leaning over and kissing Karl’s cheek.

“C’mon, we should go,” Nolan said, unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out of the car, except he made it a point to hurry over to the other side of the car to get Karl’s door for him.

It was such a small gesture but it was something Karl appreciated greatly, especially after the shit day he had been having.

“Thank you,” Karl said, stepping out of the car. He wanted to take Nolan’s hand again but he could see their friends from here, and he didn’t want to raise any questions.

“Why’re you two so late?” Chandler asked, once they had joined the group.

“Long story,” Karl answered, rolling his eyes as he remembered the hell-sent morning he had.

It was then when Karl saw what this video was all about. There was a beautiful, brand new car.

“Is this what we’re competing for?” He asked, admiring the car.

“Yep, this video’s gonna work the same as all the other ‘last to move your hand’ challenges,” Jimmy answered, quickly explaining it to Karl and Nolan since they hadn’t been there for the initial explanation.

After everyone had been set up and ready to go, cameras were on and they were filming. Karl had taken a spot sort of close to Nolan, wanting the company and closeness of his boyfriend, even if nobody else knew that.

Just like that, the challenge began. Karl shifted a little so he could sort of lean against Nolan, making sure his right hand didn’t move from the car whatsoever. Nolan didn’t mind, as it wasn’t particularly odd for the two of them to be sort of clingy in front of cameras anyway, nobody would suspect a thing.

It felt like hours went by, even though it’s only been a half hour at the most. It was getting to be extremely boring, not being able to move his hand. His arm had started falling asleep, and he was pretty sure if he allowed himself to, he could’ve easily started to go to sleep somehow.

He was sitting on the ground, his right hand planted against the front tire. Nolan was next to him, his hand against one of the car doors as Karl leaned back against him.

And he probably would’ve fallen asleep, if it weren’t for Jimmy realizing everyone had gotten probably a tad too comfortable and making them stand up. Karl got up, though his body was tired from the lack of sleep, he was determined to win this car.

It felt like another ten years went by, and Karl didn’t really feel like himself at all. His lack of sleep was definitely catching up to him, and he at first thought he might fall backwards when standing up, which would've been just his luck today. Thankfully, he didn't.

The first of their friends to get out was Kris, who unfortunately moved her hand when trying to get a drink, which just left Chandler, Nolan, and Karl, who was still so determined to get this car. It was a nice car, and it was much more expensive than what he had ever been willing to spend on a car, which just made it all the more desirable.

The next part of the video was of course another challenge set by Jimmy to make time pass a little quicker. Not only did they have to stand, but they had to walk and move around the car, keeping their hand on it at all times.

Lots of laughter and jokes were being made by his friends around him, but Karl was honestly just over today, his head continuously reminding him that he broke his phone today and that he now didn't have his own car.

"You sure you're okay?" Nolan asked him softly as they walked, not wanting to draw attention to the two of them.

"Yeah, nope, I'm good!" Karl said, a faux smile on his face as he forced himself to sound happy.

Luckily, Nolan didn't push further and the video continued, and Karl continued zoning off into his own world.

Chandler was out next after his hand moved ever so slightly from the vehicle, which he didn't really even notice at first.

This left just Nolan and Karl in the challenge together, and for some reason, Karl dreaded that happening.

He tried partaking in jokes and stuff about it, but mentally he was pleading for Nolan to just let him win, even though that wouldn't be fair- nor would it be very entertaining for youtube.

Jimmy intervened with yet another challenge, except this time, it was to determine who wins, in the most annoying way possible.

A coin flip.

"Karl, call it in the air," Jimmy told him as he flipped the coin up.

Karl didn't have time to think and there definitely wasn't a strategy behind winning a coin flip. This was it, win or lose.

"Heads," He said, unsure of his choice as Jimmy caught the coin and revealed it.

Tails.

He lost.

"Sorry, Karl," Jimmy apologized as he laughed and announced Nolan as the winner. Finally, the video ended. Normally Karl would've joked, he would've laughed and celebrated, but today? He was just upset. He tried hiding behind another fake smile, he wasn't sure how believable it was anymore.

Karl excused himself for a moment, needing to just go on a walk or something to clear his mind from this bad day.

He didn't get very far, because Nolan caught up to him soon after, "Where are you going?" He asked, starting to walk with him.

Karl shrugged, "Not sure."

"What's wrong? You've had a bad day, I know, but let me help, talk to me-"

"Nolan, please, I'm not a kid, I don't need babied," Karl defended.

"I'm not babying you, I care about you," Nolan said, stopping in his tracks.

Karl stopped and turned around to look at him, "I'm not in the mood for this, please," He asked. His voice started to just sound so over everything.

Nolan knew this wasn't just over losing a stupid video, it was over his phone, and his car, and everything else that had unfortunately happened all in one day. He felt bad.

"Can I at least give you a ride home?" Nolan asked softly.

"What? In your brand new car?" Karl retorted.

"Not if you don't want to take that car," He replied, "Please just let me give you a ride," He added.

"Fine," Karl gave in.

Karl didn't know why he was being so unreasonably mean right now, Nolan hadn't done anything wrong.

Nolan led the two of them back to his car and once again, opened Karl's door for him. He wouldn't admit it, but it made Karl smile a little at how unbothered Nolan seemed by the rudeness.

Both of them got in the car and started the drive back to Karl's house. It was quiet, which was abnormal for the two of them. They were almost always talking and laughing with each other, but now they sat in almost complete silence.

When Nolan pulled into Karl's driveway, he looked over at him, waiting for one of them to speak first.

"Do you want to come in?" Karl asked after a second.

"You don't wanna be alone?" Nolan asked, a little confused because Karl had seemed to push so hard to just be alone earlier.

"No, I changed my mind," He admitted softly.

Nolan smiled a little bit before shutting his car off, both of them leaving the vehicle and walking to the front door, entering the house.

He stopped Karl from walking very far by pulling him into a hug from behind.

"I'm sorry today hasn't been very good to you, let me make it up to you," Nolan said softly, apologizing for things that were completely out of his control, yet still wanting to make up for it.

"You don't have anything to make up for," Karl said, turning around in Nolan's arms to face him. They were still standing so close to each other, which was something they had both always enjoyed.

Nolan's hands made their way down to rest at Karl's waist.

"I want you to have at least some good to your day," He said, leaning down, almost burying his face in Karl's neck, pressing soft kisses to wherever his lips could reach.

"Nolan..." Karl sighed.

"C'mon, let's go up to your room, okay?" Nolan suggested, speaking softly against Karl's neck.

The feeling gave Karl a chill, and suddenly he was extremely okay with whatever Nolan had planned.

"Okay," He smiled softly, as Nolan pressed one more kiss against his neck.

He moved to make eye contact with Karl again, smiling a little back at him, "Yeah?" He asked wanting a confirmation.

Karl confirmed his answer by nodding softly, then leaned up a little, kissing Nolan gently. Nolan returned the kiss, continuing to hold Karl close to him.

It was those moments that it was nice knowing this was just between the two of them. It made it so much more special in Karl's opinion.

When Nolan pulled away, he took Karl's hand and led him upstairs to his bedroom, shutting the door behind both of them. He pulled Karl over to the bed and pushed him down, Karl laughing a little as he allowed himself to fall backwards onto the mattress.

"I like seeing you actually happy," Nolan said, taking his shirt off and discarding it to the floor somewhere before getting on the bed as well.

“You make me happy,” Karl replied, pulling Nolan down into another kiss.

Nolan kissed back, deepening it. One hand was against the mattress beside Karl, the other found it’s way to Karl’s waist again, slipping up under his shirt ever so slightly. He swiped his tongue across Karl’s lips.

Karl practically surrendered all power to Nolan, which is how it usually went, and it felt so perfect every single time.

The kiss became somewhat messy, Nolan finally pulling away to let both of them breathe for a second. Their bodies pressed close against each other, Karl’s arms around Nolan as their lips met again.

Nolan rocked his hips slightly against Karl, causing the other to whine at the friction.

“Nolan please,” Karl mumbled, bucking his hips up slightly to try to get more friction than what he had been teased with.

Nolan responded to this plea by sitting up and helping Karl remove his shirt. Karl worked to unbutton Nolan’s jeans, then undoing his own.

After the two were able to shuffle the rest of their clothes off, leaving both of them in their boxers, Nolan leaned down and kissed Karl’s neck again. He adored the little noises that would escape the other’s lips when he would gently nip at certain spots he seemed to have memorized.

Karl bucked up against Nolan again in an attempt to grind against him to gain some sort of relief.

Nolan let out a shaky breath at this movement, gliding his hand down Karl’s body and starting to palm him through the light fabric of his boxers.

“Shit- Nolan, God…” Karl said under his breath, unable to hold back the small smile that formed on his lips afterwards.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, this is about you, Karl,” Nolan said softly, slipping his fingers underneath the waistband of Karl’s boxers, dangerously close but not close enough to where Karl desperately wanted him to be.

“Touch me, please, Nol, need it so bad,” Karl begged, his voice sounded so broken yet Nolan had hardly done anything. He adored the amount of attention Nolan paid to him, now, and all the time.

“All you gotta do is say so,” Nolan reiterated, pushing Karl’s boxers down.

Karl swore under his breath at the relief he got from the movement.

His cock was painfully hard under Nolan’s touch as he felt him start to stroke the length at a mostly slow but absolutely perfect pace. Karl bit his lip to suppress any noises from escaping his throat.

He allowed his eyes to close as Nolan sped up ever so slightly, whining when his boyfriend would move his wrist in just the right way or when his thumb would graze over his tip, using the precum that had formed as lube. Karl gripped onto the pillow behind his head as he opened his eyes to look at Nolan. God why did he always know what to do?

“You don’t gotta hide your pretty noises from me, Karl,” Nolan praised, continuing to stroke Karl’s dick while he leaned down and pressed more kisses to his neck, chest, and anywhere else he could reach.

“Mm, Nolan, need you so bad…” Karl whimpered out.

It didn’t take much for Karl to become completely undone and submissive in bed, but God was it fun to be the reason. Nolan practically thrived knowing he was able to make Karl such a mess without hardly touching him.

Karl was a whining mess within the next few seconds, and Nolan could tell he was getting close, “Please, want you to fuck me so bad…” he groaned. Nolan could tell Karl was getting closer and closer to his release, so he slowed his previous movements down to a stop, moving his hand from Karl’s dick.

Karl looked like he could’ve cried right then and there at the loss of friction, though he knew he was in for something better.

Nolan pushed his boxers off, where they were then thrown to the floor to join the rest of their clothes. He reached over to Karl’s bedside table to grab the lube that he knew was there.

He repositioned Karl slightly, just to allow himself better access.

He squirted some lube out of the bottle and onto his fingers, using his hands to warm it up some.

“You’re still okay, right?” Nolan asked, wanting a final confirmation before going any further.

“Nolan, I am so okay right now,” Karl said, adding a small laugh towards the end of his sentence.

Nolan lined his index finger to Karl’s hole and pushed it in, slowly. He watched how Karl got used to the feeling, already letting out more soft noises.

He started to push his finger in and out, listening to Karl whine at even the smallest movements.

By the time Nolan introduced a second finger, Karl had been gripping onto the bedsheets, or anything he could hold onto, really. He felt so desperate with the way Nolan’s fingers just barely reached where he needed them to the most.

“Oh my God, need more, please, Nolan,” Karl whimpered again, “need you.”

Nolan pulled his fingers out of Karl once he felt as though the other was ready, squirting a little more lube onto his hand and spreading it onto his own cock, groaning a little at the sudden attention to his dick. He lined himself up with Karl’s hole and pushed into him slowly.

It was enough for Karl’s eyes to roll back some as Nolan began to move, grabbing onto Karl’s legs to help build a bit of a steady pace.

The only sound falling from Karl’s mouth was Nolan’s name.

He sounded so pretty.

Nolan fucked into him a little harder, causing Karl to get louder.

“Fuck, Nolan, can I touch myself?” He asked through an almost broken voice.

“You don’t gotta ask,” Nolan reminded him, wanting Karl to enjoy himself however he wanted to.

Karl’s hand moved to his dick and started to pump himself at the same pace Nolan had been fucking him at. He was getting so close to his climax, craving his release so badly.

Nolan was getting close too, his breathing hitching as he sped up his thrusts some more.

“Close, ‘m so close,” Karl panted.

When Nolan hit Karl’s prostate, time after time, Karl’s words became less and less coherent.

“Nolan, shit, I’m cumming- ah…” Karl whined as he finally let go, cum spilling out of his cock while Nolan fucked him through his orgasm, Nolan cumming inside soon after.

Once both of them had calmed down, Nolan pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside him.

“Shit, Karl,” Nolan said through heavy breaths, laughing a little.

Karl smiled softly, feeling too tired and fucked out to even wanna talk right now. He cuddled up against Nolan while Nolan grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and cleaned them up.

He threw a blanket over both of them and kissed Karl’s forehead.

“I love you,” Karl whispered a little. It was the first time either of them had ever said it romantically, and as much as it caught Nolan off guard, it made him smile.

“I love you too,” He replied, continuing to just hold Karl as they laid together.

“I’m glad you won that video today, sorry I got so upset,” Karl apologized, kind of embarrassed for how he’d acted.

“No don’t apologize. I was actually gonna give the car to you anyway…” Nolan admitted, causing Karl to look over at him.

“You were gonna give the car to me?” He asked, kind of surprised.

“Well I mean yeah. I know you need a new car and well…It’s yours if you still want it,” Nolan explained.

“You’re sure?” Karl asked, wanting confirmation.

“Karl just accept the stupid car,” Nolan laughed.

Karl smiled over at him, “Thank you.”

With that, their conversations slowed to a stop, and they both fell asleep together.

Not all bad days have to continue to be bad.

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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 65 - Never the Same

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Adrien sat in the meeting room of their realm. He flipped through the pages of the grimoire of information he’s read before. He glanced up at Plagg, who lay curled up in the center of the table. A random flare of frustration tore through him seeing Plagg relaxed and sleeping. He fought to return his attention to the grimoire, but he stared at the pages blankly.

Adrien let out a frustrated sigh as he pushed the book away. He put his head down on the table and covered it with his arms. Plagg meowed, but Adrien ignored it. He preferred to fester on the frustration that could tear him apart. He just wanted to scream out in annoyance and claw at his own skin just to relieve a hint of the frustration that had been plaguing him for weeks.

“Well, well, didn’t expect to find you here,” Alix remarked.

Adrien gasped and sat up as Alix sat beside him. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, let’s see. You weren’t home, with no text or note to where you were, so I came to see if you were here.”

“S-sorry. I guess, I don’t know. I guess I didn’t.”

“Are you ok? I know things have been a little weird since Gabriel arrived.”

“I don’t even know what I am right now. I feel ok, but I also don’t. You know?”

“Do you want to talk?”

“I… I suppose I do. I just… I can’t make any sense of what’s going on anymore. On top of all that, I feel like I’m losing control of so much, including myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s start with the fact that Mayura, Nathalie, whatever, was telling the truth all this time. Everything she said about Gabriel and herself to the both of us was true. Which means Gabriel has always been bastard. That’s not even getting into his justification of becoming Hawkmoth, letting me be assaulted, and everything after that.”

“That’s… yeah, that one stings.”

“And! And don’t forget how he did this all because of my mom, to bring her back so she could raise me instead of himself. I give him that he was never the most present in my life, but he was still there. He was still my father, and I needed him, but he wasn’t there. I hate to say it, but Nathalie and my old bodyguard were more parents before Alim came along. And I can’t speak for my bodyguard, but I know now that Nathalie was just manipulating me because of who I was and what I could be used for.”

“Add to the fact that we had found Emilie’s corpse in Mayura’s little nest, likely with a score to settle with her too.”

“That was… that was unpleasant. I would like to know what exactly Mayura had planned, but I think it best not to know. It was probably twisted and horrid at a guess.”

“Most likely, but is that all that’s bothering you?”

Adrien sighed. “There’s also Gabriel in general. I know he’s trying to be, I don’t, present? He certainly gets overshadowed by Alim, and Alim isn’t even trying. He’s just being, well, his usual self, and I can tell Gabriel is jealous with the constant attempts to one up Alim. Again, I know he’s trying, but it’s extremely annoying.”

“Then talk to Gabriel. Tell him how you feel.”

“Please. That’s never worked out in the past. Why would now be any different?”

“See if he really is committed to change. He should at least hear you out and be willing to listen. If not, then you have Dad.”

“Yeah, I suppose. But that’s all small in comparison to Felix’s constant attempts to win back Kagami. Especially when those attempts border on, no wait, his attempts are stalking. I just… I know Felix isn’t an idiot. He’s brilliant, but why is he resorting to this? Doesn’t he know better?”

Alix snorted. “Please. That fool is too proud and sure of himself. Likely gets that from his father. No way in hell he gets that from Amelie.”

“I… I wouldn’t be surprised. As long as I could remember, Colt was the one that raised Felix, much to Aunt Amelie’s dismay. There would be moments I’d see her with Felix, but mostly I saw Felix with Colt. Even back then he felt… cold. Very cold. My mom even made a point to keep me away from Colt whenever possible.”

Alix grimaced. “Well, maybe you should help him then. As much as I’d hate to lose this bet, if it bothers you, help him. You managed to pull Sabrina, and Kagami may be a whole different beast, but I’m sure you could help him. Better than I could at least.”

“Maybe, but I don’t know. It feels a little weird since she was originally engaged to me. Not to mention that Felix won her heart just fine before by being himself. Now I just… I don’t know. It really just irks me. Plus, how he tries to drag you along. It’s not fair to you.”

Alix shrugged. “Eh, it’s amusing when he gets shot down every time. Though I do wonder, is it the fact Felix is trying to win Kagami’s heart, or the fact that you’re still hung up on Sabrina? Not saying it’s a bad thing. It’s only been, what, just about two months since that whole thing? I would normally expect you to still be grieving, however these aren’t normal circumstances. Given what Plagg did, I’m a little worried for you. You know, worried you’ll be like Luka after I turned him down, and Mayura stole his grief away.”

“That’s another problem I’m dealing with. I… I know I miss Sabrina. I know that I loved her, despite what Plagg did. My memories tell me that, even if I don’t feel that way and the pain is gone. But I still feel… angry? Maybe not angry, but upset and annoyed. I want her to still be here. I didn’t want her risking her life. I know we’re heroes, and it comes with the territory, but why did it have to be her? We had so many plans, things we wanted to do, and now they’re all just up in smoke. Worst of all, I had just been released from those horrid memories of Volpina and Heart’s Design. I was finally able to kiss her. I was going to be able to love her as she deserved, but now I can’t, and I’m frustrated over that.”

Alix raised a brow. “Frustrated how?”

“I… it’s just little moments where my mind randomly wanders to Sabrina. Yes, I think about how she’s gone, all the missed opportunities, but I think about being close to her, kissing her, and sometimes more. And then the reminders that she’s gone sinks and that frustration just feels so much worse, and I don’t know where it’s coming from. One moment I’m fine, then something reminds me, or I just randomly think about it, and boom! I get hit with that brand of nagging frustration.

Alix smirked and snorted before she burst out laughing. “Oh, sweet summer child. Well, no, that’s not entirely fair. You were assaulted, so I can’t fault you for not thinking like that before.”

“I don’t understand. What are you getting on about now?”

“Adrien, you might be expressing a little sexual frustration.”

Adrien’s face flushed red. “W-what? No! I mean… how? I’ve never… I never considered… we didn’t… I was… I don’t understand.”

“Look, I just know Dad told me some years ago that it is a natural response to unfulfilled desires. Said desires that we’re going to feel as we become adults and our bodies change. I never really had trouble myself and thought Dad was full of shit, but I also didn’t really have anyone I wanted because I never considered anyone until Rose. It wasn’t until Rose that I started to feel those surface and struggled with them as I didn’t want to push. Yes, Rose and I were together, but we’re not necessarily in love. Not the way she was in love with Juleka or you were with Sabrina. I’m just… the little more than a friend, but not the partner, partner.”

“What did you do with those feelings then?”

“I tried to distract myself from them for a small time until I caved and talked to her about them. I was scared, worried I was pushing a touch too far. I’m lucky that it’s Rose, the ever-understanding Rose. She listened to me, and we took things further and further each time until we, well, we fucked, alright? And I know your situation is different since you had that trauma, and then you were free of it only to lose your girl. Especially since you lost Sabrina. I also wager that’s contributing to the frustrations you’re feeling towards Felix’s pursuits of Kagami given how he likes to talk like he’s not a sad, pathetic little virgin.”

“What should I do then? Felix isn’t going to stop any time soon, nor do the random thoughts, and I don’t like having them. There’s also the added frustration of Gabriel and trying to start over again and be a family. He’s trying, I’m trying, but I still see the bastard he was that caused all this. There’s just so much of everything, and I don’t know how to deal with any of it.”

“Story of my life. What have you been doing to cope anyway?”

“Well, I thought maybe I could try and find a way to help the kwamis. I still want to set them free so they can all be like Tikki, Plagg, and Fluff. I’ve read what feels like everything in this grimoire but can’t find a way to fix them. At least, I don’t see a way to like what Mayura did to Tikki, Plagg, and Fluff. And, well, it’s been adding to the frustration. Again, I just feel like I’m losing all control of everything. What I can do, how I feel, what I know, everything.”

“Why didn’t you just say so?” Tikki’s voice echoed.

Adrien raised a brow as a woman with brown skin, black voluminous hair tied back into pigtails, purple eyes, and dressed in a red dress, black gloves and stockings, and red shoes appeared. He jumped back as she smiled.

“What the hell?” Adrien exclaimed.

“Oh, right. Plagg likes to stay as a cat, doesn’t he? Well, surprise, they can take human forms,” Alix commented.

“What? Since when?” Adrien asked.

“Oh, very recently. See, we’ve slowly been regaining all our abilities since being factory reset. Not only can we use our powers again without consequence, shapeshift into more and more impressive beings, but we’re also regaining access to the powers and things we lost being chained and shackled. Though I’m sure you were aware of some of that thanks to Plagg,” Tikki explained.

“This is… unbelievable. You were all able to do these things and they were taken away from you?”

“Unfortunately, but that’s what happens with you mortals. You fear what you don’t understand. Even with Eve’s best efforts to ensure that the other humans understood, they never did. Hence why they betrayed her and stole us all, just to shackle and bend us to their whims. Now we’re free again! Well, some of us.”

“But you can help change that, right?”

“Oh! Yes! Let me see the grimoire.”

Adrien handed Tikki the grimoire. Light washed over it in waves before they died away. She smiled and handed it back to him.

“There you go. You’ll find new information has been recorded. Just focus on ‘factory reset,’ and you’ll find what you’re looking for.”

Adrien’s eyes widened as he opened the grimoire. He focused on factory reset like Tikki instructed. The pages filled with images of the miraculous jewels with points highlighted on each of them.

“Maybe I should explain. I remember the points that Mayura hit my earrings with and recorded them. The grimoire has knowledge of every other jewel and has applied that knowledge to all of their jewels. Pretty neat, huh?” Tikki remarked.

“This is incredible. So, with this, we can reset the rest of the kwamis? We can liberate them?” Adrien asked.

“Sure enough. They will take time to get back to full power. It’s feeling like two months as per your mortals concept of time. Maybe more. It all really depends on how much the Order messed with the jewels and just how much resetting needs to be done. Oh! And you’ll need these.”

Tikki snapped her fingers and created a rolled-up toolkit. Adrien unrolled it to find a variety of tools he vaguely remembered being in Eve’s possession. One tool stuck out as he recognized it as the one Mayura had used on the jewels.

“Made a set of these long ago for Eve when she set out to make more anchors for more kwamis. Not only will you be able to reset the kwamis, you’ll be able to craft new jewels. Providing you have the materials, but I can help with that easy enough,” Tikki explained.

“This is amazing! We need to get started then. We should call all the heroes. We need to-!” Adrien started.

“Hold up. Maybe before we announce this to everyone, practice first. We have a handful of jewels without holders. Maybe, in freeing them, they can choose their holders in our place. Let it be the second act we return to them that was stolen. And it gives you something to better distract you from your frustrations. And give you something you can somewhat control.” Alix cut in.

“I… you have a point. Alright. Let’s start with the ones we have.”

Alix nodded as she left. Adrien carefully studied the points of the jewels when Alix returned with the bee, turtle, fox, and the monkey miraculous. Alix laid them out on the table as Adrien slipped off the pig miraculous. He held it up as he turned to the page with the pig. He studied the points before he grabbed the tool Mayura had used. He took a deep breath, held up the tool, and hit the points on the anklet.

Adrien held his breath as he waited when the anklet flashed. His eyes widened as Daizzi materialized, her body glitching before it stabilized. She groaned and fell, about to hit the table when he caught her.

“Woah! That was strange. What happened?” Daizzi asked.

Tikki peered over Adrien’s shoulder. “How do you feel, Daizzi?”

“I… I don’t know. Something feels different, I guess,” Daizzi answered.

Adrien grimaced. “Does that mean it didn’t work? Did I mess up? It wasn’t instant like with Mayura. I had to have messed up.”

“Maybe. Hard to say. No one has done this except for Mayura. She likely had a lot of practice with Duusu. And, unfortunately, I can only convey what I personally felt. It’s on you after that,” Tikki commented.

Adrien pursed his lips, then let out a frustrated groan and slammed his head on the table.

“Ok, easy, Adrien. Why don’t we put this down and go do literally anything else?” Alix suggested.

“Yeah? Like what?” Adrien countered.

Alix opened her mouth when Kim’s voice cut her off.

“There she is. Our fearless leader!”

Alix and Adrien looked up as Kim joined them.

“What are you doing here?” Alix demanded.

“You weren’t answering any of the texts I had been sending you, so I-,” Kim started.

“I was ignoring you for a reason. I should have realized you were too stupid to realize that,” Alix hissed.

“Details, details. Anyway, I came to ask you out on a date tomorrow.”

“No.”

“Now, now, hear me out. I’ll be taking you to the pool. Friend of mine, another hot redhead like you that’s into me, offered to get a free pass to the pool if I hang out with her. So, I figured, why don’t we make it a date?”

Adrien’s face twisted in disgust while Alix deadpanned. She rolled her eyes as she hummed.

“Fine,” Alix said.

“Fuck yeah! See you tomorrow around noon, hot stuff,” Kim cheered.

Alix rolled her eyes as Kim left. Adrien waited until he heard the door close before he erupted.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Did you not just hear the same shit I did? How could you justify giving him the-?”

Alix held up a finger as she sent a text. Adrien raised a brow, ready to question her again, when his phone buzzed. He looked down at it to see a message from Chloe sent out in mass to everyone save Kim. Chloe demanded to know everyone’s swimsuit sizes for a pool visit tomorrow at noon.

“What-? What is this? What is going on?” Adrien asked.

“On my search for you, I swung by Le Grand Paris thinking you were with Chloe. While you weren’t, I did get to see that the first wave of product for the fashion shit for heroes day had arrived with the swimsuit collection. Audrey, being the businesswoman she is and Chloe learning all too well from her and the late Andre, struck a deal with me as Bug. They are to get pictures of us modeling the swimwear for Audrey’s magazine. And by us, I mean you and I.”

“Why just us?”

“Because we’re the heroes that have been here since the beginning. We were the heroes that saved who we could, which is more than we give ourselves credit for. We’re beacons, Adrien. People are looking to us for that hope to keep moving forward.”

Adrien pursed his lips. “I… I guess I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it. So, you made the deal for tomorrow?”

“Not exactly. I told them I’d let them know a day that’d work for me, and I just told Chloe that I could do tomorrow if we make it a group event, plus some. Still eager to please Audrey, or whatever reason, Chloe is pulling strings. So, be ready for a pool day tomorrow.”

“I suppose it won’t be so bad, but what did you mean about plus some? Who else are you inviting?”

“Well, there’s Nino, obviously Kim’s friend is going to be there, and I’m inviting Marinette.”

“Wh-what? Why? Absolutely not!” Adrien roared.

“Adrien, I understand you have bad history, and I’m not asking you to socialize with her, but Alya wanted to give Marinette one more chance. She wanted Marinette to have the turtle where Nino refused it. I told Alya to give me her final word on Marinette’s progress, but with Alya gone, I don’t know. I feel I wouldn’t be doing right by her if I didn’t honor her wishes.”

“That’s noble and all, but I’m not working with Marinette. Not after everything she’s done.”

“Then don’t. I will handle Marinette myself. You won’t have to worry about her. Besides, if she’s chosen by the kwamis of their own volition, are you really going to tell them no and that they’re wrong to choose a holder?”

“I… that’s not fair. I-!”

“You want what’s best, but it may mean dealing with those who have hurt you. Think of the heroes that find our just who Bloody Bug is.”

“It’s not the same.”

“Not even for Chloe finding out her hero is the same girl that almost killed her?”

Adrien opened his mouth, then shut it. “Fine. You handle Marinette, but she’s to stay away from me.”

“Will do. And thank you.”

“Not like I had a choice.”

Alix snorted. “There’s always a choice, Adrien. We’re just sometimes not left with many options when the few led to shit. Just like you staying here stewing in your frustrations.”

“Well, I don’t have much else to do. Besides, I’d rather this than facing all them back home.”

“Well, unfortunately, you’re not staying here.”

“Make me leave.”

“Ok. Tikki! Let’s drag his sorry ass to Chloe.”

“What?”

Tikki grinned and scooped Adrien up as she held him over her head.

“Woah! H-hey, let me down!”

“Nope, nope, nope! We’re going to see the blonde bitch and get one of those cute swimsuits. Oh, and one for you too, I guess,” Tikki remarked.

Adrien yelped as Tikki ran off with him. He turned back as Plagg jumped onto Alix’s shoulders before Alix ran to catch up. Frustration tore through him again, but he resigned himself to his fate and was dragged away.

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