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ramp-it-up · 10 months ago

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II Most Wanted Pt.I: And I don't know what you're doin' tonight…

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup"

Summary: The feeling and flashbacks you get when you saw your high school boyfriend Jake Syverson at your 20 year reunion was quite the unexpected twist in your orderly life.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, Angst, pining, body image issues, flashbacks, horny teenagers doing horny things (over 18 tho) heavy petting, fingering, mentions of teen pregnancy, mentions of breakups, teenage mean girl behavior, the Powerpuff Girls, old automobiles, mentions of drug abuse and difficult childhoods, 20 year high school reunion, drinking, swearing. Explicit description of sex acts. Read at your own risk. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is the first installment of II Most Wanted. This is also my first fic in nearly half a year. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

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June 2024

The visceral reactions started as soon as you entered the parking lot. There it was, Sy’s 1978 white Ford Bronco. Not thinking, you pulled into the space right in front of it, wanting to look inside. You almost lost it when you saw the old charm hanging from the rear view mirror. You couldn’t believe he still had that.

Especially with everything that happened since you put it there.

April 2004

“I claim this ancient truck as my throne!”

You were lit and in love, parked with Sy at the lookout. You were also silly and giggly from smoke and hormones.

“Mmmmm, careful Buttercup.”

Your boyfriend growled in your ear, making you shiver against him. His attempt at menace was thwarted by the smile you felt against your neck, where he was busy marking you up, a sure sign later for everyone to know who you belonged to.

Sy was known for making bloody the face of those who expressed hate for his beloved Betty Bronco. But you had him whipped.

“It’s a classic, but I’ll let that slide...”

He wished that you would let him slide, but you were adamant that you weren’t ready to be a parent. He was adamant that that didn’t have to be the outcome, but beneath the red blooded country boy was a gentleman. Sy would never do anything you didn’t want to, not that it stopped him from trying to convince you to admit that you in fact, wanted it as much as he did.

He wasn’t wrong.

You sighed as you placed the Powerpuff Girl necklace you got from Hot Topic on Sy’s rearview as you sat on his lap, giving him a treat. He had you in his grip by the hips and he was subtly moving you against his boner. The attraction between you two was heady, and he almost got what he wanted plenty of times. But you were a romantic and wanted it to be special. You promised him prom night, and Sy couldn’t wait.

“..Driving me crazy, Baby. You can put anything on my rear view as long as you let me get your rear view in the back seat….”

You giggled.

“You’re so corny, Sy.”

You whispered as you turned your head and kissed him over your shoulder.

“Hmmmm. And you’re so sweet.”

Sy’s sea blue eyes gazed at you as he licked his lips.

He was crazy for you. And you were for him. You felt it. And you just knew you’d be together forever. You grinned as you climbed over him into the back seat. Didn’t hurt to fool around a little, even if you weren’t gonna give him the p that night.

——————

You shook out of the memory as a warm June breeze whipped your short skirt around your thighs. You pulled on the yellow and white designer dress as you contemplated driving back to your hotel and changing. This dress was not a good idea. The triumphant feeling of serving looks when you appraised yourself in the mirror was replaced with anxiety. The dress was too short and you were not the same size you were in high school. Thighs you considered pretty and thick in the mirror just an hour ago seemed massive and you tugged at the deep plunge of the neckline without a bra.

You sighed as you tried to center yourself. You told yourself that you were growing out of negative self talk, especially in the last seven years since your divorce. You were reminded of your promise to never care about the, male gaze again. It just wasn’t worth it.

But you hadn’t been under Jacob Syverson’s gaze in 20 years.

——

Sy posted up at the bar, blue eyes taking in the scene of his former classmates reuniting. He downed his two fingers of Maker’s Mark and asked for another. His heart rate was up as he scanned the room, eyes going back to the door again and again. He was waiting for you. No use in denying it to himself. He wanted to see you again, and more. It was his one objective. An objective he was unsure of attaining.

He was more nervous about being in a hotel ballroom tonight than in Afghanistan.

Christ, he felt like that 17 year old kid again who first laid eyes on you.

——-

August, 2003

Sy knew what he wanted the moment he saw your face.

You stopped the world when you first stepped into his British Literature class the first day of senior year. He was seated and talking with his best friend and wide receiver, Jeremy Atkins, when the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He let the conversation about which route they should run at the scrimmage that afternoon slip as his eyes lighted on your face. You were anxious, but trying not to let it show. Those eyes held fire, and your lips…

…well your lips besides being everything he dreamt of, he just knew the words that came out of your lips would light someone up as well. He could tell you had spirit by the way you carried yourself.

Your hair was wild and shoulder length, bangs swept aside for vision, and you couldn’t hide that body under your baggy clothes. He lasered in on the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath your graphic tee, and power that the strip of skin between your shirt and your baggy jeans was not lost on him. He was a 17 year old male, after all.

Sy shifted in his seat as he leaned back and grinned to himself when you scanned the room, glaring at anyone who looked askance. He tapped his pencil on the desk to try to get your attention but you just ignored him as the group of seatless students surrounding you dwindled. You were left alone under the scrutiny of soulless cretins, otherwise known as teenagers.

You gave each one brazen enough to stare at you a side eye, but you stopped when you finally noticed Sy smirking at you. You stuck your tongue out at him, causing him to choke on a chuckle.

Becca Ferguson, Sy’s girlfriend, kicked him in the leg after noticing that not only Sy, but Jeremy were openly staring at you. Shit, he’d forgotten about her. He caught the way her eyes cut over to you, and he knew what came next. He tried to distract her with a flip of the shelf of his blown out curls and a smile, something that had worked many times before.

But you were a threat to Becca now; she had to do something about you.

You raised your head high as you walked to the seat that Mrs.Beatty pointed out. You passed down the aisle between Sy and Becca, who scrunched up her face as if she smelled something bad. Sy got a whiff of you and you smelled divine, like that Sweet Pea bath gel stuff that he played off sniffing when he went to the mall with Becca.

His head turned.

Becca glared at him and he turned toward the front of the room, where the teacher had started to pass out the syllabus.

—--

June 2024

Just like lunch on the first day of school at Central High all those years ago, Carla and Tiffani engulfed you and took you under their wings when you walked into the Marriott, the venue for your reunion. They crowed over you; your hair, your dress, your glow. You forgot any anxiety that you were feeling about how you looked. These were your best friends. Your Bubbles and Blossom.

These women filled the gaping place in your heart torn open from attending 10 different schools from K-12, following your mother’s loves and whims when she didn’t take her meds, or when she self-medicated. They were your soul sisters. And you still kept in touch even though distance separated you.

Carla had that grin on her face while Tiffani expressed her excitement that you were in town.

“Girl! I am so glad that you made it!”

Tiffani was the gentle one.

“Yeah, I owe Tiff a c-note, because I was sure you’d chicken out.”

Carla laughed at you while you scowled at her.

Tiffani tskd at her bestie, and took your arm while Carla took the other and they ushered you through the doors of the ballroom.

“Well, she has a new job in town and everything, she had to come.”

“Yeah, she had to come to town, but coming tonight is a wholeeee different story.”

You laughed.

“I don’t have the job yet, Tiff. Interview is Monday. And why wouldn’t I come tonight?”

The familiar banter was back, as if 20 years was no matter at all between you and your girls.

You heard someone clear their throat behind you and Carla peered over her shoulder and then smirked at you. She jerked her head back.

“Because of that.”

You looked over your shoulder, smiling right before your stomach dropped.

There was Jake Syverson, all grown up, and staring at you as if all this time hadn’t happened.

—-

Sy saw you enter the ballroom and he almost wanted to run away. Being in country on a dangerous mission was nothing compared to the thought of actually facing you again.

At least he was trained for war.

Love was another thing entirely.

He took a deep breath as he focused on you. You had always been beautiful, but now, as a grown woman, you were absolutely gorgeous. Your hair was sleek and your face was perfectly beat with makeup that accentuated your natural beauty. You were glowing and that smile was…everything.

As he leaned on the bar and scanned the rest of your body in that dress, he took another drink. Sy indeed felt 18 again, because his body was reacting as if he were a randy teenager. Your body was everything he remembered, and more. More of everything he remembered loving and lusting over 20 years ago.

“Damn.”

He said it out loud and the bartender replied.

“Agreed, Brother.”

Sy looked at the young man admiring you who couldn’t be over 25, and threw down some money.

“Watch it, kid.”

That little bit of jealousy fueled Sy’s bravado, and he found the courage to step to you.

—--

You froze like a deer in headlights.

Over the years, you imagined seeing him again, in all different kinds of scenario, and you thought you could handle it, but the reality of the situation just about knocked you on your ass. Time stopped as you stared at him.

Sy was more handsome with age, if that was possible. His eyes, his shoulders, his hair! His gorgeous curls were short and a shock of hair was growing from his chin. Your body reacted as your traitorous brain instantly thought of how his beard would feel on certain parts of your body. He looked good in a suit, but he was massive. You had on heels, but Sy seemed bigger than you remembered. He wasn’t the lithe high school quarterback you remembered.

You unconsciously walked closer.

He was taller.

But he was also huge: bigger muscles, thicker limbs; his body seemed more powerful all the way around.

Heaven help you.

And the way he was looking at you as if he still owned you, as if all everything that happened hadn’t happened. As if all these years…

Your arms went out to Carla and Tiff beside you for some support, but they were gone, and you stumbled a bit. Sy grabbed your arm quickly as you laughed to play it off.

“Hey Buttercup. You good?”

Goodness, his voice!

How could that damn drawl be deeper and sexier than you remembered? And his touch on your skin felt familiar, yet strange, like a touch from a dream. What was happening to you?

“I need a drink.”

Sy was silent for a bit as you got your drink and had a sip. The way you licked your lips made him want to fall to his knees and beg.

—--

May 2004

“Please, please, please Buttercup. Just let me put the tip in. I promise I won’t move. It wouldn’t really be doing it…”

Sy was whispering in your ear and you were mute, waiting to hear more as your pussy pulsed in your jeans, the grind against his crotch delicious torture.

“I dream about it, Buttercup. I feel you, Baby. So fucking wet for me. I just know that it would feel so, so so good. I’d slip right in.”

It was midnight on your 18th birthday and you were in the Bronco, letting Sy feel you up under your panties for the first time. Your head was thrown back and your eyes rolled at how good it felt. You didn’t know how you would hold out. But it was just three weeks until Prom.

You were sat on his lap and he had one hand down your jeans and one up your shirt.

He pistoned his hips up, causing your back to arch against his chest. You could feel his heart beating a mile a minute.. Sy’s voice lowered to a whisper.

“‘M Gonna taste my fingers, Buttercup. Watch.”

You opened your eyes as Sy pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth. You whined when he closed his eyes and moaned. You throbbed. It had never been like this before.

“You are so delicious… Need more…”

Sy pushed his hand back down into your pants to get you to do that arch again. It sent him feral to see that for some reason.

His fingers found the source and circled it, causing your body to tense up and your fingers to grab his arms.

“Oh my god! Sy!”

You’d come close to this feeling before just grinding with him on the back seat, but this was incomparable.

Your fingernails sunk into his forearms, creating marks for sure. This fueled him even more as he continued his ministrations at your core. He toyed beneath your bra and your mouth opened to seek oxygen as the feeling in your belly continued to tune you to a fever pitch.

“Yes…. Baby….. fuck… You gonna cum on my lap?”

“Hunnnh, hunnh, hunnnh!”

“You’re so fucking hot… I’m about to jizz in my pants… cum for me, Baby…”

Sy grinded against your bottom, and you stiffened while the world’s most wonderful feeling washed over you. You cried out as Sy pinched your nipple and you came, feeling as if the Bronco was caught up in the Wizard of Oz Twister. The world was certainly now in color when you could open your eyes.

Sy held you, watching your beautiful face as you pouted and came back to earth. When you did, your smile was worth all the gold in the world to him. He kissed your temple and slipped his hand out of your pants, sucking your juices off of them again.

You were about to jump him, but Sy interrupted your thought.

“Now that you’ve got a preview of Prom night, let’s get you home, Buttercup. Gotta get your beauty sleep for the festivities later on tonight.”

—-

Sy cleared his throat after staring at you silently for a solid three minutes. The way you licked your lips clean and focused on him was some powerful magic.

“So. How have you been, Sy? How is the family?”

You tried to keep any bitterness out of your voice. The fact that Becca Spurgeon ruined your prom (and your relationship with Sy) by announcing that she was pregnant with Sy’s baby after she was crowned Prom Queen and he Prom King was something you’d tried to get over for 20 years.

Sy straightened up and looked over your shoulder. You glanced in that direction to see Carla and Tiffani hovering protectively.

“Well, now Buttercup, that’s a long story. I know you want to hang with your friends. And I don’t know what you’re doin’ later tonight, but I would like to go somewhere quiet and talk about it.”

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sanaexus · 5 months ago

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short n' sweet- prologue

after winning the U20 vs Bluelock match 28th January 2019, 11:48pm __________________

rin was pissed, beyond pissed, he was frustrated, angry but mainly disappointed. he failed to get sae to recognize him. again. he was shaken out of his thought when you ran up to him hugging him.

"rin!! you won. bro said nah he'd win and actually won!" you arms were wrapped around him what was this sudden feeling in his chest? it felt...comforting? your giggles were ringing through his ears and your perfume was so sweet. why was this hug different? he's hugged so many times, why was this time any different?

"rin? rinrin? with this treasure i summon the" you pulled away looking up at his face, it looked sad and angry but confused? you wondered what was going on behind those gorgeous eyes. wait what? gorgeous eyes? when did you start feeling that way about him?

your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, "yeah, we won" he sounded uninterested and bored.

"oh come on! cheer up a little you just won one of the most important matches of your career so far, you could be a little happy you know.." you tried you best to comfort him but you doubted it would work

"happy for what? that isagi was the one chosen by sae? that isagi is the hope of japanese football? is that was you want me to be happy about?" shit. he didn't mean to snap, he really didn't but it just came out he wanted to apologize but before he could you cut him off.

"okay why the fuck are you taking out your anger on me? i came all the way from madrid just for you and that's how you wanna talk to me? fuck off" fuck he messed up didn't he?

while walking away you bumped into this guy with a weird haircut who you recognized was bachira, rin had mentioned him before, he was the guy who had a monster right?

"oh sorry i didn't mean oh wait you're uhh bachira right? amazing plays man! you were so cool out there!" you complimented the taller male which made him blush, he was cute that was no doubt.

"yeahh thank youu WAIT YOU'RE Y/N RIGHT? LIKE THE STREAMER Y/N? HOLY FUCKING SHIT IM A HUGE FAN!"

"y-yeah, please quite down a little i'm y/n i don't wanna attract any unwanted attention"

"oh oops sorry i got a bit silly, can i have your number?" he was smiling like a small kid it was hard to not melt, but you only met this guy, but he looked harmless what's the worst that could happen?

"yeah sure it's xxx-xxx-xxx"

"cool thank you! you're rin's friend right?"

"yeah, good friends i've known him since i was in diapers so i guess so, wait how'd you know?"

"i saw you talking to him, is everything alright by the way? you look a bit off"

"just a small argument with rin it's nothing"

"he's a silly little fella he'll come around he's just on his periods probably"

that made you giggle, "yeah probably" bachira was really nice a bit odd but he was a really sweet guy, you were questioning why rin called him weird but rin thinks everyone is weird right?

"anyways i'll text you i need to go catch up with my team it was really nice meeting you though!"

"you too bachira, i'll see you around"

walking away you got a notification on your phone you have been added to "lvl 100 rizzlers"

oh what the fuck?

lvl 100 rizzlers

xxx-xxxx-xxx recognize this number mr edgelord

rinrin oh you fucker

xxx-xxxx-xxx who the fuck is that baxhira?

xxx-xxxx-xxx is it a female? FCUKIGN FINALLY

xxx-xxxx-xxx challenge: otoya try to stop being horny (NIT CLOCKBAUT GONE WRONG😱😱)

"oh so are they in love or they not in love?" -bachira

will rin accept his feelings for you? or will he keep denying it? will you realise that maybe your feelings aren't one sided? only time, situations and his " friends" will tell.

the text from now on will be image wise and not actually typed out (?) if that makes sense

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johnwickb1tsch · 12 days ago

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Sympathy for the Devil ~ Part 21

A Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic, based on @discoscoob 's concept & bot! An unlikely flirtation turns into a dark obsession... Warnings: Donaka Mark is a bad man with a soft spot for you. dark romance, possessive behavior, nonconsensual voyeurism, red flag red flag girl!🔺, psychological games, power imbalance, eventual dubcon/nsfw/involuntary captivity. -> all chapters

Twenty One. 二十一

Though you arrived home in plenty of time for dinner, the two of you can't quite manage to make it out of bed for hours more. You nap, and you make love, and it is quite late by the time the two of you finally creep into the kitchen like naughty teenagers who have stayed out past your curfew, wearing nothing but your robes and sly smiles. You find your supper thoughtfully covered in the fridge, and you can just hear Mrs. Wong’s grumbling that undoubtedly accompanied it for her ungrateful charges.

“We’re going to be in so much trouble tomorrow,” you giggle as you pop the noodle dish in the microwave.

Donaka raises an eyebrow at you, smirking. “Are you scared of her wooden spoon?”

“Yes!” you exclaim, laughing. She’s hit you too hard with it, but everyone in the household scatters when she brandishes it with her voice raised.

Donaka scoffs. “You should be. I once saw her go after a man twice her size with that thing. She won.”

The mental image makes you grin. “What? Who? Not you?”

Aside from being her employer, you’ve noticed Mrs. Wong dotes on him with all the power of an overbearing Chinese mother–and he lets her. It’s actually rather endearing.

“No,” he confirms with that signature slight smile that ties your heart up in knots. “My father.”

This surprises you so much that he closes your gaping jaw for you with one long finger hooked under your chin. “You’ll catch flies.”

“How…?”

“A long time ago.”

He can tell that you are practically vibrating with curiosity. Whether to torture you, or because he changes his mind, he tries to distract you by caging you against the island, planting wet kisses along the bend of your neck. It succeeds in making your knees weak–but not in killing your inquisitiveness.

“Wait–” you plead, your fists in the lapels of his robe, your knees buckling away from his oh so distracting mouth on your skin.

With a growl he hoists you onto the counter, wedging himself between your legs. “You can’t…just…dangle that in front of me,” you insist between increasingly heated kisses, even as your resolve absolutely starts to crumble under the onslaught.

“I can’t?” He tugs at the tie of your robe, letting the pretty printed silk gape down to your navel.

“You…shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because…I want to know you.”

He runs a possessive touch down the center of your body, between your breasts, down your belly, making you jump as he ends at your center. His dark chuckle goes straight to your clit, making you clench between your legs.

So much for not defiling the place where you eat…

“I think we know each other pretty well by now,” he deflects with a smirk.

“You know what I mean.” You cannot hide the note of sadness in your voice–he always changes directions on you, and if you were smart, you would let him. Talking about things like this is something people who are falling in love do, and you should try to avoid that like the plague.

You’re failing though. Failing so, so badly.

“What will you give me if I tell you?” he teases, kissing you in what you think is an attempt to lighten the mood, nipping at your lip playfully.

You know you must still be drunk on the magic woven earlier–it leaves your mouth before you even think. “I already give you everything, Donaka,” you admit, knowing it's true. Your body, your heart, the story of who you are... “I have nothing left.”

Maybe it could have saved you, if he’d treated this confession flippantly. Brushed you off, made a joke, proceeded to fuck you silly on his kitchen island–but instead he pins you with one of those piercing dark looks, and you cannot breathe.

His voice comes flat, when he starts to speak. “When I was small and my father would come home drunk and in a black mood my mother would send us next door to Mrs. Wong’s apartment to get us out of the way, so he wouldn’t be further angered by the sight of his little half-breed bastards. I remember hearing him fighting with my mother through the paper thin walls.”

You blink up at him, taken aback by the raw truth in this confession–how could his own father be racist against his children? But then, you suppose the traumas of colonialism run deep, and they cut both ways. “Donaka…that’s horrible. I’m so sorry.”

“Nevermind the fact that he was part Portuguese himself.”

You can't help but study your lover’s fine features from this close, the sweep of his eyes and his high cheekbones, clocking his exceptional height, doing the genetic math that everyone must inevitably crunch when he reveals the parts of his personal equation.

Whatever the mix that made the sum total, he certainly won the game of good-looks roulette from all parts across the globe.

“Then why…did he care so much?”

“Because he thought being tied to a gweilo woman was hurting his opportunities for advancement in his organization.” You know that gweilo is a semi-rude word for a white Westerner. “He blamed my mother for his own failings. She was beautiful. I think he felt like his attraction to her made him weak, like she’d played some kind of trick on him.”

“And what…was his organization?” Something about the way he says it…you're afraid you already have an inkling.

“The 14k Triad.” He lets this sink in for a few moments, watching the shock and inevitable uneasiness settle upon your face.

“Oh. That’s…wow.” You are quickly trying to put these puzzle pieces together, on this rare occasion in which he’s willing to talk about his past.

“Everyone in the building was afraid of him. One night he was exceptionally drunk and determined to be rid of us. I think he planned to throw us off the balcony from the twelfth floor. He’d threatened to do it before. He broke into Mrs. Wong’s apartment.”

“Oh God.”

“And she fought him off with a goddamned wooden spoon.”

Your eyes go wide as saucers then fill with tears as this sinks in. Mrs. Wong is all of five feet tall, but there is a ferocity in her that you imagine could be terrifying if totally unleashed. You think of how viciously she must have fought for those two small children that night. Imagining a young Donaka, a little boy with large dark eyes watching all that take place from the sidelines…it tears your heart in two.

She’d saved his life. And his sister’s.

“And…you have her working in your kitchen still?”

He lifts an eyebrow at you, amused that this is what you fixate on. “I take care of those who are mine, y/n. She could retire like a queen any time, but she stays because she wants to. She'll be terrorizing us from the kitchen until she’s one hundred.”

“She loves you.” You hold the side of his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb. He closes his eyes, but does not lean in to your touch, or acknowledge your statement with any verbal answer. He’s told you all these things with very little emotion, which you think says something in of itself.

“Please tell me your mother left after that?”

“My father did. Disappeared without a trace. Mom tried to make ends meet, but in the end she had to take us back to her parents in Toronto.”

So much for your theory about Canadians...

“How old were you?”

“Five.”

Just old enough to know that what was happening was bad, but not how to make sense of it all. You imagine how scared he must have been that horrible night, and all the ones before. You don’t think he’s telling you this to garner sympathy, but your heart aches for him all the same. You stroke his cheek, tracing his jawline with the blade of your thumb. “I’m so sorry, Donaka. That’s terrible.”

He merely lifts a single eyebrow, his eyes boring down into you like he is memorizing your every little reaction. “I got my revenge in the end.”

Something in the way he says it sends a chill down your spine.

“How?” you ask in a hushed whisper.

He chuckles darkly. “You would want all the sordid details.”

“If you’re offering?”

You find you want to know everything.

Your morbid curiosity seems to amuse him; there is a glitter in his eyes that was not there before, lightening the mood somehow.

“You’re a bloodthirsty little thing.”

The microwave beeps, and Donaka kisses your forehead before setting you back down on the floor, patting you on the rump as he nudges you in the direction of the food. “Some other time, bunny. Let’s eat.”

***

He watches you as you eat your wonton noodles, handling the chopsticks without too much fumbling. He does not feel like telling you after he’s revealed so much already tonight, but this is his favorite meal Mrs. Wong prepares for him. He remembers eating it in her kitchen in Macau all those years ago, and feeling safe from the chaos next door. Even now, it remains a comfort food.

He knows you are still teeming with curiosity, you nosey little thing. You keep looking up at him through your lashes with those big eyes, hoping he will tell you more about his past.

He has never shared that story with a mistress before. Or much else of a truly personal nature. Sometimes, he would make things up for his own amusement, just to see if they would bite.

They always did. He was a consummate liar. But for some reason, he's never done that with you. It wasn’t purposeful–but he just never wanted to.

Why did he tell you those things? Maybe he can sympathize with his father after all. He feels as though you’ve cast a spell on him, and he supposes that now since he’s spilled his guts to you, this will be your test to see if you can keep a thing to yourself, or if you will be telling Mei all about it tomorrow. If you show some restraint, maybe he will tell you more.

It had felt surprisingly good, to reveal his true self to you, though he knows there are some things he can never tell you.

He thinks about the course of this day with you. He’d been watching you on the cameras, moping around the house, hiding on the floor of the library. You'd become skittish as a mouse, yet with his superior intuition of the human psyche, he sensed you were a ticking time bomb, cowed, but not completely conquered.

It didn’t bring him the satisfaction he thought it would, to see you brought so low.

He’d devised this day as a little pick-me-up for you–he hadn’t expected to get so caught up in it as well. The delicious triumph he’d felt in the restaurant, when you came back to him all on your own…it was almost better than sex, this confirmation of his power over you.

There would be talk, of course. He was connected to half the people in that restaurant through his clients and their friends and families. He had a reputation as a bachelor; they will be curious who you are, and how you can be used as leverage against him. That is the world he lives in. You have no idea of course, but today was your introduction into Hong Kong society, and he found he was fairly proud of the way you carried yourself in the dining room in your pretty dress and your new hated handbag on your wrist.

It amuses him, to think back on your obvious discomfort and loathing for that Birkin bag he’d put in the floorboard for you. 50,000 dollars at your feet, and you’d looked at it like he’d presented you with a dead rat.

His other mistresses would have gobbled that up and demanded more, in the coquettish way they’d perfected to chisel more worldly goods out of their wealthy patrons. He supposed he couldn’t blame them, but it got so fucking boring after a while.

But you are a new challenge. You are greedy too, in your way, but for less tangible things. He can thank your narcissistic mother, he thinks, for the way you crave to be liked by difficult people. Perhaps he can thank your aloof father too, for the way you desire to be loved by an older man.

Well cheers to that, and he thinks he has you well in hand now.

What he hadn’t expected…was how much he would enjoy your happiness. Your smiles and your sweetness and the veritable hearts in your eyes are like a newfound drug for him, and throughout the day he found himself grasping for more and more.

He’ll have to watch himself on that.

It wouldn't do, to become an addict. Yet since the moment you set foot in his house, he’s found himself craving more and more of you.

Well.

If he cannot control himself…at least, he can control you.

Maybe you had marveled at how unfalteringly polite Donaka can be in public, but the fact is that he’d memorized the proper script for appearing human long ago. He does not know if there was always something missing in him, an inherited defect, or if it was cut from him at an early age. Either way, he’s sure the brutality of his father is much to blame. He’s learned to use it to his advantage, but he’s also learned that one must blend in, as a wolf among sheep, to do what you really please in the shadows.

You must put them at ease, or they all panic and turn against you.

So even if today did not go exactly as planned, he tells himself you are still the soft little rabbit between his jaws. He chooses not to examine too closely, that for the first time…he might hesitate, when it comes time to bite down.

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**My darling Canucks I love you and I am just teasing 😆😆. I’m well aware that we Americans are the evil twin…

#donaka mark #donaka mark x reader #donaka mark x you #donaka mark x y/n #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves #dark romance #plz be warned #keanuverse #keanuverse fic #yandere fic #yandere donaka mark

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iamasimperyk · 11 months ago

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Can professor rafe be a series of fics I love it ! It’s gotta be my favorite image him being jealous and he doesn’t give you the time a day since they fucked and he sees guys approaching y/n even getting turned on by her since she’s a flirt when she talks but doesn’t notice and rafe gets jealous and tells y/n to stay but she’s like mmm no thanks because now rafe gonna be the one having to go after her if he wants her

Thank you so much for your request💕 I already thought about making this into a series or at least write more one shots for this trope. So, if you have more ideas tell me all of them🤭I hope you like what I have made out of your request!

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Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of sex, Mention of sexual acts, Angst, Fluff, Not proof-read, English is not my first language

Pairing: Professor!Rafe x Fem!Reader

How could you have been so stupid? Of course, Rafe ignored you since your last encounter, just like last time. Even if your crush on Rafe was big, you didn't want to be his fuck toy just for him to use whenever he wanted.

You started to ignore Rafe the same way he ignored you. During lectures, you focused and ran out of the classroom as quickly as possible when it was over.

You started to attend more parties and got to know some people—mostly boys. They desperately tried to get your attention, but you were too nice and pure to even notice. For you, they were nothing but nice and chill.

"Come on, give it back to me." You giggled, jumping up and down to snatch your book out of Lucas' hand.

You met Lucas and his friends at a party, and ever since then, you have been a part of their friend group.

"Mmm, Y/n/n, I think you are too short." He snickered and held your book up a little bit higher than before."

"Not true. Not everyone can be a giant like you." You tried to jump higher, your skirt rising up more, almost exposing your panties.

Lucas handed you the book and sat down before he pulled you onto his lap.

"Ey, she already sat on your lap this morning," Nick, another one of the group, spoke up.

"It's my turn. I couldn't even bring Y/n/n to one of her lectures today." A third one answered.

Before anyone else could say something you decided to speak up, "Boys, it's okay, there is enough for everyone."

You couldn't help but giggle. Everything was nothing but a big joke to you, and in your opinion, the boys were just acting silly.

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Rafe felt pure anger when he saw how close you got to those boys. He couldn't believe you were too dumb to notice how whipped all of them were for you. They wanted to get in your pants, and you didn't even notice, always wearing those short little skirts and giggling like a bimbo.

But why would he care? He had a wife and a child. Whatever the two of you had was meaningless. Right?

At least, that was what he tried to tell himself, but the truth was, he was jealous. He never had been more jealous in his entire life. He had to have you.

"Ms. Y/l/n, please see me in my office in 5 minutes." He said in a strict tone as he walked past the group of friends.

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"What does Cameron want?" Liam, another boy, asked curious.

You just shrugged and stood up, taking your bag, "I have no idea. I will see you guys later."

You waved them goodbye before you made your way over to Rafe's office.

After you knocked, Rafe was quick to open the door and locked it after you entered.

"What do you want?" You asked a little annoyed.

"Who are your new friends?" Rafe rolled his eyes, sitting down in his leather chair.

You let out a little sigh, "I don't think that's any of your concern."

"Oh, but it is. You see, I thought things through. I want you, Y/n." Rafe admitted, looking straight into her eyes.

You let out a little laugh, "I wanted you too, but you fucked me, and then you ignored me, and then you did other sexual things with me, and then you ignored me again."

"I am sorry. What do you want me to say?" He raised his voice a little.

"You have a family. I suggest you live your life, and I will live mine," You mumbled, "I will see you tomorrow, Mr. Cameron."

You left the room, and a little tear ran down your cheek, which you wiped away quickly.

For the first time, you were the one to leave Rafe, and to be honest, it felt good.

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Rafe was shocked. His whole life, Rafe had always got what he wanted. This was the first time someone rejected him. He had to make a decision— you or his family. But deep down, Rafe already knew who he was going to pick.

That was how Rafe found himself in front of your dorm at 3. a.m.

You opened the door, letting out a yawn, "It's 3 o'clock what is so-" You immediately stopped talking when you saw who stood in front of you.

"Hi," He scratched the back of his head, "I am really sorry, Y/n. Please let me explain everything."

You wanted nothing more than to be angry but had always been a person to forgive easily.

"I hope your explanation is good enough to prevent me from sleeping." You mumble and let him in, glad your roommate slept at her boyfriend's.

"Oh, and I brought you some chocolate." He smiled a little, holding out the bag.

"I hate chocolate," You told him, sitting down on your bed, "Did you make sure no one saw you?"

He nodded, setting the back down with a sigh, "As I said, I am sorry how I treated you."

"Yeah, you already told me that a few times." You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"My marriage has not been easy the past years. When I saw you for the first time, I immediately knew I had to have you. But it was wrong in so many ways, the age gap, the fact that I have a wife and a child." He started, sitting down on the bed as well.

"After I fucked you, it didn't know what to do anymore. I cheated on my wife, but I didn't regret it. I tried to ignore you, don't ask me why, maybe I was scared or just stupid, I don't know. Then you teased me during lecture, and I lost control over myself once again."

"That doesn't explain why you are here." You interrupted, fiddling with your fingers.

"I know, princess. After I saw you with those boys, I knew you wouldn't wait forever. I had to make a decision between you and a marriage I wasn't happy in. Y/n, I feel young with you, free, happy. It's risky and won't be easy but I want you." He cupped your cheeks.

You stared at him with wide eyes, "Oh my god. I destroyed your marriage."

Rafe quickly shook his head, "No, love. You just helped me do something I should have done a long time ago."

"But your child-" He interrupted you, "She would like you."

You had no words. Rafe wanted to be with you, for real this time.

"How do I know you won't ignore me once again tomorrow?" You asked, looking into his blue eyes.

"I guess you have to trust me one last time." He mumbled before he leaned in to kiss you.

"One last time, Rafe." You answered and closed the gap between the two of you.

After you pulled away, you smiled at him, "It's Saturday, can you stay with me?"

He nodded, "Of course, princess."

"And, Rafe?"

"Yes?"

"Could you pass me the chocolate?"

Rafe let out a chuckle. Of course.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe x you #rafe x reader #rafe x y/n #rafe cameron #angst #fluff #fanfic #obx #outer banks #outer banks x you #outer banks x reader #outer banks x y/n #outerbanks rafe #professor!rafe cameron #professor rafe cameron #request🩵

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year ago

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Okay so-- i was reading some sagau posts and came across this one where the reader was an army vet and my brain just Did Its Thing--

So now I'm here to inflict this on to you--

Would guns be considered as catalysts. And would they only do Phys Damage.

Me reading this ask:

😶 😐 🤨 🧐 🧐 😰 🥲 😭😭😭 💀

STOP YOU'VE INFLICTED ME WITH PSYCHOLOGICAL DMG FROM THIS ASK 😭

(Also srry took so long to respond, when i didnt realize how short this was/was just sitting over here 😓)

^ For the sake of gun imagery being a lot/maybe staff might hate me for it,

we'll put this gay shit instead (i almost mispelled to "gay shot" lmao)

☆

Sun: Army Veteran Reader, Gender neutral Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: SHORT Headcanons

Stars: everybody bc i think itd be funny

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: gun stuff, mild violence, mild cursing & Trigger Warnings: Gun fun everywhere

THIS ASK HAS ME GIGGLING TO MYSELF LIKE A MANIAC

You're out here having a whole gun they let you take for off-base

And u ofc have a license so u can conceal carry

(idk how non-american gun laws work, but tbh ours are so fucked idk how they work here either, just that an army guy i knew once could have his gun when he got back home)

And ofc ur just paranoid enough (more like it just makes u feel safe)

That when u get yoinked into a portal to a silly little brightly colored gacha game fantasy world, the gun comes with 💀

Id like to add in my silly little "ur in a video game, so video game rules" AU version of genshin so:

The only other gun (ish) wielder (Mika) has unlimited bolts

Sooo I'd think your gun would be the same jfc lol

NO BC YOUD SCARE THE ACTUAL SHIT OUT OF EVERYONE IN UR VICINITY IN A BATTLE

BC GUNSHOTS ARE A DIFFERENT TYPE OF LOUD

When u first stumble into abyss monsters/hostile creatures of the realm, u nearly scare off a Lawlachurl bc every shot's like thunder to these bitches😭

So not only the monsters but the vision holders think u fucking summoned lightning

OMG THE BULLETS ARE SO FAST THEYD PROBABLY NOT SEE IT

ESP BC DISTRACTED BY GUNSHOT LOUDNESS

SO U AIM THIS LITTLE BLACK CROSSBOW (???) AND THINGS JUST DIE (OR GET RIDDLED WITH HOLES) WITH NO CLEAR ARROW STICKING OUT

STOPP- you're becoming a witchy god or smth to all of Teyvat bc it just looks like hella high level magic atp to them LMAOOO

Rumors of you get out of hand and say u just point or snap ur fingers and things get wounded/just die on the spot 💀

Oh another difference between Teyvatians seeing ur gun vs. crossbow (what they know)

Is that guns are wayyyy more destructive

Like an arrow would get shot but it'd bounce off of things like rock or wood or metal, maybe dent a little depending on how close

But a bullet goes thru that shit so easy, and leaves a whole little explosion behind, once again depending on range

(I once saw a Mythbusters episode? of them proving bullets would definitely go thru car doors, like movies lied to u, this is why drive-bys acc work like for gangs)

Lmao, the image of you in like full armor with a Teyvat made automatic gun after showing it to blacksmiths

Makes u just more convincing as a god, esp bc military training

(Ppl like Gorou and Kokomi begging for military tactics/training ur world has done)

...

....Ok.

I'll address it.

But only so u dont think im stupid later.

Yes, the Fatui have guns.

No, this not the same as having a glock LMAO

End of story.

(Also, urs runs on bullets, whereas the Fatui rely on magic/delusions to power theirs, plus they dont seem as fast or destructive as urs, more "explosions aimed at you" than real bullets)

Which,,, u leave the managing of ppl copying ur gun to ppl like the Qixing or smth, but make sure to give them advice on good gun laws if teyvat accidentally revolutionizes bc of ur advanced gun that anybody can wield (non-vision users)

Thats the best ive got abt that

Oh, also enjoy being praised as a War god now.

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... dammit i had smth i was gonna tell u guys-

Uh what tf was it, it was important

Next post is the Eldritch God Oneshot! Look out for it :) !!

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Safe Travels Kid,

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ssahotchnerr · 5 months ago

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OKAY SO AH

Trying to get a belly laugh out of Ellie for the first time. LITERALLY MY HEART IS melting

You saw on some webpage or a book that once you see more of the smiles your baby gives you, you can pull a laugh out of them and eventually a belly laugh (yes this is true I did my research 😭)

So, Ellie being about 4-5 months old, you started to notice that she's been smiling more and trying to laugh like you and Aaron and Jack do and you immediately think that it's time to try and make your baby girl laugh 🥹

You and your little family sit down with Ellie in Aaron's arms trying to figure out what to do

Eventually you start brainstorming and the first time you pull that sweet giggle out of her is when Aaron lifted her slightly so his face was at level with her belly and he pressed kisses on it and blew raspberries (I think that's what it's called) making her squeak giggle and try to pry Aaron's head away at the same time

Aaron is ECSTATIC and you and Jack just stare in awe that a sound this cute came from her

And then comes the famous belly laugh

Aaron has Ellie against his chest, his large hand on her belly to prevent her from falling (that image made me scream I can't) and you're holding pieces of paper cause your mother told you that's how she got your first laugh. You start tearing it into pieces comedically slow, getting a few giggles out of your girl when eventually you rip a new piece and do it quickly, so not much sound was made

But it did for her. She had her first belly laugh and you SWEAR you saw tears in Aaron's eyes now that his baby girl was laughing. Hers, jack's and your laughter being his favourite sounds in the entire world

And of course Jack's all like "me too, me too!" tearing the paper quickly to pull a laugh out of his sister - which he successfully does - and it's now his favourite activity 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

THIS CAME OUT SO LONG IM SORRY BUT I HAD TO GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD

- 🌻

STOPPPP I'M SCREAMING

first that visual of aaron holding ellie 😭😭😭😭😭 I'M SOBBING. his big hand nearly spanning the entirety of her 🥹🥰🥰🥰💓💞💕💓 i can't think of anything cuter oh my goodness 😭

and omg omg omg the amount of videos aaron takes of her laughing???? like this is over the course of the weekend, so come monday morning - he's showing everyone. he's so smiley and proud of his little girl's recent milestone as he scrolls to each video, explaining everything that went into making her laugh like that, as if it's not already seen in the video 😭 hehe he also tells the team that jack spent the wholeeee day yesterday just doing whatever he could to get her to laugh 🥹 ripping paper, making silly faces, hitting aaron with a pillow 😭 and you're obsessed too 🫶🏻 you have even more videos than he does, and you've told already aaron you just neeeeeed to have more babies to witness this over and over again 🤭🥹

and of course, penelope's instantly begging him to get you to bring ellie in so they can all witness her delightful little laughs in person 🥰

i love them so bad THANK YOU FOR SHARING!!!!!!!

#ellie hotchner <3 #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x you #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x you #katie’s inbox #🌻anon

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captainpulisic · 2 years ago

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your kiss, my cheek, I watched you leave - m. mount

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if anyone asked either of you about it, neither you nor mason would be able to explain how the fight had started. you’re not entirely sure what had made you two so upset with each other, you just knew this bitchy attitude had been happening all morning.

there you were, in the kitchen, pondering over how this fight had started. could it have been about the girl who had been too touchy with him at last night's party? maybe it was about the extra hours you had spent at work this past week, arriving home long after mason had gone to sleep? fuck, if we’re being honest, it was probably about who had finished the last pint of ice cream, maybe?

as you look at the clock, you decide to put a pin on this reflection, seeing it’s nearly time to leave for tonight's game (just because you both want to murder each other right now doesn’t mean you won’t go, you were never one to miss a game, if you could help it.). you head up the stairs to your bedroom, the same stairs mason had stormed up a few minutes ago. what a child, you nearly laugh at the image of masons pout when you called him immature. instead of retorting with, also, calling you a name, he simply huffed and stomped up the stairs. seconds later, the sound of a door being shut rang throughout the whole house.

as you enter your shared bedroom, you’re greeted with masons back. his tense movements and the manner in which he is throwing clothes into his duffel bag, let you know he’s still feeling raw about the fight.

you still feel pretty raw, too. thus, you spare him no glance as you shove past him. yes, you still put on your number nineteen jersey (not wearing it would be a little too much, even you know where to draw the line. mason would see it as a stab to his heart). yet, as you remember how he rolled his eyes when you called him unreasonable, you feel irked again. you need some sort of retaliation. you make a show of putting a plain, grey hoodie over the jersey, refusing to meet his stare. that oughta show him, you think to yourself. he looks as if he wants to say something, yet resorts to another eye roll and an even louder scoff.

both of your attitudes were so horrendous, they continued as you settled into the car. the whole ride to the bridge, not one word was uttered to each other. no, it was all huffy sighs and the low hum of the music playing. hell, even the way he was holding your hand was stiff, no gentle squeezes or lip brushes. (what? just because he’s furious at you doesn’t mean he’s not going to hold your hand. he's upset, not crazy.)

when you arrive at the bridge, you both linger by the entrance, unsure of what to do or how to depart. usually, on happy days with no fights, you both stay there as long as possible, as you pepper his face with kisses. one on his forehead, one on each cheek, one on the little red spot on the bridge of his nose. you repeat this ritual until you’re both giggling messes. lastly, it ends with one final, proper kiss on his lips before he has to leave for some pre game obligations. mason refers to this as his ‘good luck kisses’. he swears on every star and planet that these ‘good luck kisses’ are the reason they win. before, you’d brushed it off as mason just making silly excuses to get kisses. you’d always been one to indulge him because who were you to deny him kisses? but to mason, he wholeheartedly believed that your little ritual meant something, it was the one superstition he followed before every game.

“you can never not kiss me, or else you’ll have to tell everyone you’re the reason we lost”, he had explained to you. even though you had laughed, it quickly died off when you saw his dead serious expression. “y/n, there’s nothing funny about this. the whole clubs future depends on you and me getting it on.”

therefore, your little tradition was born. if there was a game, mason could be found being kissed to death by you. if ben or conor or anyone else happened to pass by during this, their teasing would be answered with masons, “do you want us to win or not?”

when chelsea would end up winning a match, he’d get so smug. he’d claim that your kisses really were lucky, crediting you for their win. no, you weren’t just his good luck charm, you were the entire teams. if they happened to lose, even with your good luck kiss, he simply blamed it on someone else's performance or the refs shit calls.

“well that was unfortunate, but it wasn’t my fault,” he would whisper in your ear, as you greeted him after a hard loss. you’d just shake your head, assuring him he was spectacular on the field. a smile would form on his lips as he whispered into your ear, “next time, we have to have a proper makeout, just to make sure we win, yeah?”

yet, right now, the air between you two is frigid. there are no giggles and no playful touches as you cover him in kisses. no, you both stand there and look everywhere but at each other. mason doesn’t leave right away, unsure if he should. you had never been one to deny him his good luck kiss, surely today wouldn’t be the start. arguments come and go but this was your tradition. he knew that you knew what it meant to him. yet, as you showed no indication of leaning in to give him his kisses, he figured he’d take on the role today.

look. you didn’t mean to turn your head, causing his kiss to land on your cheek. you swear it! you had seen him lean down and (secretly) felt relieved that today would have some normalcy, with your good luck kisses. but all too soon, you remembered how mason had refused to listen to you in the heat of the argument. instead of trying to talk things out and think of a solution, he had told you to “grow up” and walked away. like a switch, your anger and bitterness had come back with a vengeance. and like a reflex, your head turned when his lips came crashing down.

you’ll admit, it was a petty move. you don’t really regret it though, anger still bubbling from his childish behaviour. if he wanted to be childish, so could you.

you don’t regret it, that is until you see the look on masons face. your rejection of his kiss feels like the ultimate betrayal to him. the hurt in his eyes and his dejected expression have you second guessing everything you’ve ever done.

“oh,” masons voice is small, but not as small as he feels at the moment. his face has fallen and his heart feels stripped bare. his sad pout is more present than ever. when he speaks, it's a mere whisper, “okay then.”

you’re not doing any better, all the hard feelings you had moments ago were looking very dumb. the look on his face had you ready to fold and forgive him. you had to hold yourself back from reaching for his hand and pulling him into your arms, kissing him until you were pulled apart. you just… couldn't.

maybe you were too stubborn, but so was he. plus, you still felt you were owed an apology. he was the one in the wrong, the culprit in this stupid argument. you had to remain strong, even if all you wanted was to kiss the sorrows from his face.

with one final (heartbreaking) glance towards you, mason turns to head into the locker room. and with that, you half heartedly head to the designated seating area for family and friends.

it’s just a silly tradition mason and I have. we only do it because it gives us a reason to unashamedly make out. it’s not like our kissing sessions affect if chelsea actually wins or not, you tell yourself as you find your seat.

soon enough, you’re eating your words. you don’t know if you should cover your eyes or turn your head away from the crime scene unfolding in front of you. the way chelsea is being annihilated by the opposing team, you’re dumbstruck. mason is a whole different story, playing like (in the kindest way possible) shit. it’s a sea of cards and missed shots. the ball gets stolen from him more times than you could count and his frustration is evident. he’s throwing fits and cussing out no one in particular as he walks the field.

by the time the final whistle is blown, you’re grateful the bloodbath is done with. you’re not sure how you feel about what just happened. the one time I didn’t kiss mason, they really did lose, you mull over this. it can’t really be connected, right?

nonetheless, as you make your way towards the locker room, you’ve had time to think things over. you’re much more calm than when you left mason two hours ago, and all you want to do is kiss him and end this stupid argument. you’ll even be the one to swallow your pride and apologise if you have to, you just need things to go back to normal. heck, you even took off the hoodie and are proudly showing off the nineteen on your back. maybe that’ll ease the blow a bit. you can’t stop thinking of the hurt look he gave you when you rejected his kiss, and you can already imagine the horrid mood he’ll be in after the end results of the match. he’s already had such a difficult time with all his contract drama, another team loss is the last thing he needed.

waiting outside the locker room, you offer sympathetic smiles as all the boys start to walk out. mason is one of the last ones to exit, looking down at the ground as he walks. when he looks up and sees you, your heart wants to shatter into a million pieces. his dejected expression and ever present pout actually hurt you.

“you didn’t kiss me,” he whispers matter-of-factly, as he comes to a halt in front of you. he’s still refusing to meet your gaze. he mumbles towards his shoes, “you didn’t kiss me and they kicked our arses out there.”

“what?” you’re baffled, having thought his sour mood would be due solely to the team's loss, or even to his mid performance. you hadn’t thought the lack of kisses between you had gotten to him so badly.

he finally looks at you, and it's like a shot to the heart. his eyes are filled with sadness and frustration and so much hurt. he states it as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, “you didn’t give me my good luck kiss. you turned away, so I played like shit.”

oh my, your heart might burst. my sweet, precious boy, I don’t deserve you. this situation is so pathetically heartbreaking and you hate to see him so sad over something you did. it’s all too much, the way he genuinely believes your kisses could control the outcome of the game and his performance.

“my baby,” you’re wrapping your arms around him in an instant. automatically, he reciprocates the action and nuzzles his face into you. you begin to rub his back, trying to ease his breathing and relax him a bit. after a few moments in this embrace, you nudge him from his hiding spot in the crook of your neck and hold his face with both hands. you leave a kiss on the tip of his nose, “i’m so, so sorry. it’ll never happen again.”

he simply nods and offers you a slight smile. in return, you place a soft kiss on his jaw and on at the lobe of his ear. you leave another kiss on his cheek and one on his forehead. soon enough, you’re both lost in a haze of kisses. when you hear him let out a soft laugh, your heart strings ease up.

yes, this is how it should be. no arguments and rejected kisses. there should just be laughter and intertwined hands and soft kisses and happiness.

trying to lighten his mood even more, you look around before you lean in towards his ear. you fake whisper, “please don’t tell the other boys I didn’t kiss you today. I don’t want them to start forcing us to kiss in front of them before every game, like some sort of kissing cult sacrifice show.”

he gasps and puts on a (not so) fake offended face, “why not?”

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount fluff #mason mount imagine #mason mount angst

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lisbeth-kk · 9 months ago

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May Prompts

It's the day of the Fall in the Sherlock fandom...needless to say that today's prompt is fall...

The Luckiest Girl in the world (chapter 4)

Summary: Rosie starts to interact with her uncle in earnest, much to Sherlock and John's delight. Mycroft is not that amused...

Four Years Old

Shortly after our seaside visit, things were set in motion by the British Government, aka Mycroft Holmes. Papers were signed, and a few months before my fourth birthday, I was Sherlock’s legal daughter. My Papa. God, how I love him. Just as much as I love Dad. And the adoption came with more benefits. I got an uncle and two grandparents as well.

My uncle Myc, as I call him, which he wrinkled his nose at in the beginning, is a complex man. Like his younger brother, but also different. The walls around him are thicker and not as easily penetrable as Papa’s. Gaining access to Mycroft Holmes’s heart, is no easy feat. Only a handful of people have managed it, and I’m the last one in line. Walls can indeed fall.

Dad told me how Papa constantly bickered, argued and fought with his brother, but Dad knew there was love there. Uncle Myc did anything in his power to keep Papa safe, and later Dad and me.

When I started to really interact with my uncle, Papa apparently had the time of his life, because at the age of barely four, I had no idea who Mycroft Holmes really was, or what he was capable of. I just saw a pompous man, always dressed in a three-piece suit, and carrying an umbrella. The latter spurred my brain, not to mention my tongue, into action.

“Why do you always have that parasol with you?” I asked and pointed at his umbrella.

Papa rumbled and Dad chuckled. It was Papa who had told me the name of the item.

“It’s an umbrella, Rosamund,” he said stiffly and glared daggers at his brother, fully knowing who had “taught” me the name.

I didn’t care what the damn thing was called, but stared stubbornly at him and waved a hand, as Papa used to do when he didn’t want to be troubled with trifles.

“Why?” I asked sternly, lifting my chin in challenge.

“Oh, John. That surely is the spitting image of what you looked like when you turned his offer down in that garage all those years ago,” I heard Papa say.

I had no idea what he was talking about, and didn’t bother asking, so I continued staring my uncle straight in the eyes, daring him to deny me an answer.

“You got your stubbornness from your dad,” Papa always says.

Uncle Myc cleared his throat and sat down on the sofa, before he explained some nonsense, I didn’t believe for a second. How the British weather is unpredictable, that he sometimes needed it for support if his leg should, for some reason, give way. At that point Papa and Dad snorted in unison and I rolled my eyes. That got me a tiny hint of a smile. It probably reminded him of his brother when he was my age.

“When you’re old enough, I will take you to the shop that makes these, and let you choose your very own,” he offered in a tone that was supposed to be friendly, but his lack of training in that area, made it sound more like a threat.

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“Did you see his face, John,” Papa laughed when everyone had left my birthday party.

Dad giggled and was almost unable to answer, clinging to Papa’s arm like it was the only thing preventing him from falling.

“I did! Please tell me he still got surveillance cameras in the flat,” Dad said breathlessly and looked up at Papa with a pleading expression.

Papa bent down and kissed his forehead, and whispered something I couldn’t discern. It clearly contained something sentimental, because Dad cupped Papa’s face and murmured “love you”, before they started laughing again.

The reason for this silly behaviour had everything to do with Nana’s gift. It was an umbrella. Light green, with yellow flowers, green plants, and a white bird with a large beak on the rim. That in itself, wasn’t what got my fathers into a fit of giggles, but rather my outburst after I’d thanked Nana for it.

“Look, uncle Myc! I got one too. Just like yours. “

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thebadboyfanclub · 2 years ago

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I Would Be Honored (Aemond x Reader)

Hey guys, so I don’t know why but I felt like a Martel leading lady was very befitting for this role since they seem to always have a scandal around them, the person that speaks first is obviously Oberyn Martell the daddy also the song I would suggest for this is “Something there” from beauty and the beast soundtrack, of course please leave a comment about what you think I love to read your opinions about the plot. Hope you enjoy!

“When my sister Elia married Rhaegar Targaryen people swooned over their love and the new bond between Dorne and Westeros after so many years, sadly the small folk had seemed to forget about the first true fairytale of a Dornish princess and a dragon prince, (y/n) Martell, who was as kind-hearted and great spirited as my sister was what some whisper to be one of the reasons the dance of dragons happened, as a Velaryon and a Targaryen came to blows for her hand, my lovely ancestor wrote her own story that has certain similarities with Elia, it all started because of a flower crown”

(Y/n) was delighted when her father announced that she was to visit the capital, her thirst for new places was relishing every image and scenery that she passed by with her carriage, and her bedazzling pink dress was custom-made for her to wear when she arrived at the red keep with her mother and her younger brother, (y/n) absolutely favoured the colour pink oddly enough since Martells were known to dress in different shades of orange, red or gold.

She could barely hold still when the queen greeted her, (y/n) was not accustomed to the ways that the Targaryens went with things, and from her excitement, she hugged Queen Alicent tightly.

“I am so happy to be here, I want to see everything”

Rhaenyra stiffened her giggle at the shock that had morphed Alicents face, however, her warm demeanor and honest mannerism were frankly refreshing.

“I am prince Jacaerys Targaryen, I shall guide you to your rooms”

Rhaenyra eyed her son up and down with a mischievous look resting on her face, she knew her son like the back of her hand and it wasn’t like him to offer his assistance to the ladies of the court, just a few minutes ago he was complaining about why his presence is required.

(Y/n) who was completely clueless grabbed a handful of her dress to lift it slightly and skip over the steps to reach him, the trip was long so naturally, she needed a nice hot bath and a few hours to rest.

“Lead the way, my prince”

(Y/n) became the talk of the capital rather quickly, everyone wanted to know more about the princess, people started to whisper about her even more when Prince Jacaerys asked her to go for a walk in the garden with her.

What (y/n) failed to pick up on was that Jacaerys had subtly interrupted prince Aemond who had opened his mouth and taken a step so he could be the one to lead (y/n) to her chamber, in that moment as (y/n) grazed by the stoic prince he got a sniff of her scent, she smelled like cakes, a scent so sweet that could make anyone’s teeth hurt from the sugar.

Aemond was left stunned and just simply walked away from anyone, if Jacaerys wanted to escort her then that was fine, the boy needed the head start anyway, Aemond was a patient man and he was used to being the dark horse that passed everyone when they were a breath away from the finish line.

Jacaerys was completely infatuated by her, she took over the red keep like a storm, her laughter was heard around the walls, her play dates with her brother and silly games of hide and go seek behind great statues of expensive value were now used as obstacles for Allyrion to keep his sister away from catching him and winning the game.

Jacaerys saw honesty in her eyes, graciousness in her smile, and kindliness in her touch, he had left his mother speechless when he called the princess “the beloved (y/n)” when he was informing her of his plans for the day while they were breaking their fast, the princess had taken over his mind and heart and left him yearning more, his Valyrian lessons cut short and his sword pieces of training were now a thing of the past, he would match rather spend time in the gardens with (y/n) or taking her on dragon back with Vermax who seemed to take a liking to the princess after he sniffed her around for a little.

“I have never been in the capital before, it is certainly different from home”

“In a good way, I hope”

“It is a bit cooler here when it comes to temperature and the people here are a little bit stiff for my liking”

“I suppose Dorne is warm in its temperature and attitude then”

“Of course, my older brother says that we do everything with passion and fierceness, but you are also unique my prince”

“In what way?”

“A son born from Velaryon and Targaryen blood, the Fire and Water in you is something to be proud of”

“I suppose I never saw it that way”

He muttered with his head hanging low, Jacaerys had never considered his heritage as something to be proud of, mostly something to question, ever since he was a young boy his looks did not match the typical Targaryen nor Velaryon features, he could still recall the day he blatantly asked his mother about his father and he could vividly remember the script if the answer he got in return.

It was then that (y/n) decided to take it upon herself and link her arm with his, Jacaerys was caught off guard by the sudden touch and affection that came from the princess, however, when he gazed upon her bright smile and sparkling dark eyes his shoulder sunk and placed a hand over hers that rested on her bicep.

“Mayhaps I can help you see other things as well”

“I would like that”

(Y/n)s younger brother, Allyrion, loved to run around the castle while his sister chased after him, his melodic laughter was music to everyone’s ears as it seemed like the Dornish had come to shed some light on love and livelihood in the castle.

Aemond was busy enough to ignore that the sound was heading towards him at a dangerous speed, Ser Criston was explaining something to the prince while the two guests were carelessly playing in their world.

“Come here you little rascal I’m going to eat you”

(Y/n) threw empty threats between giggles as she paced after her brother who was shrieking, the boy was known to be clumsy, and (y/n) did not have time to warn him until he collided with prince Aemonds backside who was having a conversation with what seemed to be a knight.

Little Allyrion landed on his bottom with a grunt and (y/n) knelt by his side as she immediately wrapped her arms around him, the boy looked confused more than hurt, looking up at his older sister for reassurance.

“It is alright my love, we must be more careful now, do we? Would you like to apologize to prince Aemond?”

The boy scanned Aemonds face as his expression was becoming puzzled at the man. Aemond had seen the princess before, she was popular amongst them, and had noticed her from his window walking with his insufferable nephew, “what was she even doing with him? He is not handsome nor smart, he is not noble that is for sure” he had thought before he had stepped away from the window.

“I am sorry prince Aemond, why are you hiding your eye?”

(Y/n)s eyes grew wide at the curiosity of her brother, she had heard tales of the incident when she asked her servants, she had taken notice of it at the first dinner she had eaten with them, the servants warned her about exactly how sore that subject was for the prince.

However, her grip on her brother tightened and her one hand reached to pet his hair, she did not fear prince Aemond it was mostly the fact that she did not wish to make anyone uncomfortable whilst mentioning an incident of the past.

“Prince Aemond is a brave man that fought off the bad guys who wanted to kill his dragon, what does your sword teacher tell you when you play with swords?”

“That sometimes you get a wound but you must keep going”

“That’s what prince Aemond did”

The boy's expression changed from curious to amazement, as he lifted his head so he can properly view the stoic prince with the perfect posture and long silver-white hair Allyrions mouth formed an “O” from the excitement, (y/n) smiled brightly at the prince whose didn’t really let it show but was utterly shocked by her explanation.

“Perhaps prince Allyrion would like to come to one of my training, I am certain he is rather talented with a sword”

“Oh, can I (y/n)? Please, please, pleaaaaaase”

“If our mother agrees and I am available to escort you then maybe”

Little allyrion squealed from joy and jumped away from (y/n)s arms, probably running off to bug their mother until she gives in. (Y/n) was about to get off the floor when prince Aemond offered his hand to help her, (y/n) placed hers on top of his and Aemond felt the warm and delicate touch form a fire within him, he had to admit even if it was to himself that he somewhat admired the two of them, they were so close which is something he could not say when it came to his brother and that (y/n) was not pretending to be kind nor upholding a mask in front of her face, she had grown in a place that allowed her to create a personality of her own that she wore proudly.

“Thank you, I apologize for my brothers' peculiar questions, he is a curious little boy he did not mean any harm”

“It is alright, his honesty and bravery to ask me directly is refreshing I must admit”

Aemond was used to people talking in hushed tones and subtly pointing at him while wild rumors scattered amongst them, none of them had the guts to speak to the one-eyed prince.

Although he would never verbally admit to her that the most unusual part was (y/n)s explanation, she did not lie to him per se, she just merely wrapped the truth with a pretty bow and sprinkled stardust on it.

“I must go, I will see you at your next sword practice my prince”

“I can hardly wait”

(Y/n) held her end of the bargain and early on the morrow she came to the yard with Allyrion holding her hand, the boy was bouncing up and down, and as soon as he spotted prince Aemond he ran off to him, leaving (y/n) to catch up with the quick pace.

Aemond could barely keep his eyes off of her, how does a woman like her be with a boy like Jacaerys? The Martell princess with a rude bastard, she deserved to be a legitimate queen, not to be mocked behind her back for associating with a prince that had rumors of his parentage on his back.

Aemond was never interested in tourneys, he thought of them as a waste of time and energy, yet once he caught wind of Jacaerys performing at the next tourney that was held in honor of queen Alicents name day he felt like it was a must.

(Y/n) sat between her mother and little brother, she looked heavenly in her gown and fancy updo, Aemond found himself urging to feel her soft curls in his fingertips, to simply be able to run his fingers between her hair would be the day that he was truly happy.

Jacaerys was winning every opponent that was put against him, (y/n) would stand up and clap for the prince and blatantly show her excitement, soon enough it was time for the two that were left standing to go against each other, prince Aemond and Prince Jacaerys.

“Before we begin, I would like to call for the favor from the Princess of Dorne, (y/n) Martell would you be so kind as to grant my wish?”

(Y/n) bit her bottom lip before she reached for a flower crown and approached the stand, she leaned carefully so she could let it slide at Jacaerys, the sun shined on her skin giving her the essence of a fairy or an Angel, anyhow something magical that young toddlers would hear about from stories of their mothers.

“I wish you the best of fortune, my prince”

She replied before she left to sit back down next to her mother who was beaming with pride for her daughter, Jacaerys was an excellent match, the heir to the throne, (y/n) and Jacaerys could put an end to the feud between the two kingdoms.

“I ask for the favor of the woman of the hour, queen Alicent, my mother”

Aemond called for his mother, he planned to ask for (y/n)s favor, to be a bystander at the scene of her so eagerly giving her flower crown made his blood boil, Alicent who could not be more proud of her son let the flower crown glide down to her dear Aemond.

Truthfully she was a bit worried about him, Aemond was never good at keeping secrets so one time when she found him spying from his window down at the princess who was kneeling next to Heleana and young Allyrion he confessed his growing affection towards the Dornish girl, if Aemond were to do something to gain her attention it would not sit well with Jacaerys who had already asked his mother if he could be betrothed to her officially.

Jacaerys and Aemond took their rightful places and waited until the horn was heard, it all happened so fast, and after the loud clash (y/n) gasped at the sight of Jacaerys falling to the ground, once again she ran to the stand see if Jacaerys was injured, everyone clapped at the win of Prince Aemond who was trotting around with his horse, he had yet to take off his helmet and the explanation to that was how mad he was, (y/n) was concerned for Jacaerys and ignored his win, would she be so upset if he was the one laying on the ground?

Jacaerys got up to dust himself off and reassured her with a smile that he was unharmed, (y/n) smiled back and simply nodded back to him, she liked Jacaerys, he was a good man with a bright future, although she did not experience what her mother had described of what happened when she met her father, there was no spark, no compelling to be around him, no buzz in her brain, could it just be that this was just another kind of love? Or was it just not meant to be?

It was Aemonds time to crown the queen of love and beauty and everyone was expecting him to crown his mother since this tourney was held in her honor and he did ask for her favor, if not the queen then the second guess was his sister who had just given birth to her third child and Heleana was the one that was known to have a close bond with Aemond.

I believe everyone could imagine the eye-opening scenario when Aemond went past his family and commanded his horse to come to a halt in front of the Martells.

“Princess (y/n) Martell, I humbly ask you to accept the crown of the queen of love and beauty from me”

Silence fell and the eerie agony of everyone, (y/n) was being courted by prince Jacaerys, everyone was just waiting for the announcement of their betrothal, of course, the crown could go to anyone technically still all of them knew what it meant.

Jacaerys was furious, he wanted to push him off his horse and start yelling at his uncle, how dare he do such a thing? It was humiliating Jacaerys to the public, scoffing at his pressing attempts to court the princess and just ruin his plan of him being the one to crown her the queen of love and beauty, now he was nothing but a mere bystander who could do nothing other than endure this disrespect, not only had Aemond won now he was taking his shot at his dearest (y/n) who had frozen at her spot at the unexpected twist of events.

(Y/n) had every right to deny it, in respect of prince Jacaerys she could just firmly say that it should be passed to someone else, howbeit she did not want to, she was flattered that prince Aemond went to her,

(Y/n) started to notice her symptoms, was this the buzz that her mother told her all these years ago?, maybe the sweaty palms and sudden shake of her legs from nervousness was what (y/n)s father felt when her mother was around. (Y/n)s heart was thumping off her chest to the point that she was sure it would vomit out of her mouth any minute now. At last, she smiled at the prince compelling him to feel the relief wash off of him.

“I would be honored, my prince”

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rusty-gloinks · 1 year ago

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MASSIVE MD SPOILERS UNDER CUT!!!

This show obviously contains killing, blood, gross stuff, angst, and robo gore!!! Just a heads up!!

Again, massive spoilers for episode 6 of murder drones, please go and watch if you haven’t done so yet!!

A bunch of apps in the beginning of the episode, one of them being labeled as "ydrone", except it’s cut off and impossible to read as the frame zooms out,,,

"I use as much fossil fuels as possible - I hate the environment 💯" I LITERALLY GIGGLED.

Tried to save their friend and ended up getting their oil on their face. I just thought that was a pretty neat detail, but also being a bit sad at the same time.

Area of one of the teaser images, nice one , glitch!!

Wonderful parallel to episode 5. I love how she has to make herself taller to hold him. SO SILLY….💥💥

Pretty sure everyone’s been talking about this scene, so hopefully this comes handy in future episodes.

I absolutely love depictions of digital hologram screens, they are so awesome to me!!!!! This looks so cool , i am normal i am norma

She is so fucking scary like this. I love her.

Anddddd another…

tinkering with his hair, OUGH…. shes so silly (aside from her evil silliness)

BITING HIS HAT💥💥💥😭,,i love how he even looks up !!!!!!

There is a literally human handprint (2 of them) and what looks like if someone ran into the glass? Unless there was an "incident". Also, the raptor scratch marks don’t help either,,,erm

This show is SO fucking good at making me feel uncomfortable/unsettled, dude if I saw this I would send my ass right back up. aint no way I’m staying down here for more than 3 minutes

In fact, Human made security this human can’t control. "Maybe".

I get so abnormal when Uzi blushes it’s just so SILLYYY!!!!! like shes genuinely happy!!!!!

Uzi nodding her head when N’s right about the elevator being labeled. These 2 idiots I swear /pos

Childgiggle.mp3

SHES SO.COOL ..also Blue eye, interesting:3

"System standby" and also I believe this is the first time we get a glimpse of Uzi’s screen??

Sentinel doodle on red sticky note paper, and an override code labeled = 1234, dunno if that’s anything but here you go,,

The worker that was trying to save their friend in the beginning?? Yeah, there she is, on the table being dissected

Also, I may be stupid, but if that is yet ANOTHER Peter griffin death pose reference i am literally going to explode.

The bottles are labeled with names, and also ones that say "Corrupted core". I don’t know if anyone pointed this out but I just found it interesting to me.

I LOVE HER SO MUCH /p

N you idiot i also love you so much,what was even the point of saying this😭😭

Gross robot gore, also why is he so smiley…i understand he wants to be supportive but like.cmon your fucking rib cage is showing dude

—— CONTINUED IN THREAD/PART 2!!!!!

#Murder drones #murder drones spoilers #Wrenbles #!!!!! these are so fun to do #Long post

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aalissy · 7 months ago

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Upside down Kiss

This was a really fun chapter to write hehehhe. Mainly bc I loveeee getting to write Ladrien kisses <3. Lemme know what you think of this chapter :)

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Ladybug hovered with the use of her yo-yo by the window outside Adrien’s room, her heart racing with the anticipation of seeing him. It had become a comforting routine, checking in on him after patrol. She peeked inside and saw Adrien sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to the TV. His blond hair fell into his eyes, making him look even more endearing.

Knocking gently on the glass window, she caught his attention. Adrien looked up, his face lighting up with a smile that made her heart flutter. He quickly got up and opened the door, the warmth of his room inviting her in.

"Ladybug! What a surprise," he greeted, stepping aside to let her enter.

"Hey, Adrien," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady and casual. She didn’t want to seem too eager after all. "I was just passing by and thought I'd check in on you. How are you?"

Adrien sighed, a small frown appearing on his face. "I'm okay, just a bit tired."

Ladybug’s heart ached for him. She knew how demanding his life was, balancing school, modeling, and a million other hobbies his father forced him into. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Not really. But I’m glad you’re here. Want to join me? I’m watching Spider-Man."

Her eyes lit up. "Sure, I’d love to."

They settled on the couch, a comfortable silence enveloping them as they watched the movie. Ladybug’s attention drifted between the screen and Adrien, her heart swelling with affection every time he laughed or gasped at the action scenes.

As the iconic upside-down kiss scene played, Adrien sighed wistfully. "I wish I could be kissed like that," he murmured, almost to himself.

Ladybug’s heart skipped a beat, her cheeks burning. She fidgeted with her fingers unable to stop images of them doing the trademark kiss from flooding her mind. It’d be so easy. And so good.

“D-do...,” she coughed, clearing her throat as her cheeks burned even brighter. “D-do you?”

His head jerked over to her and even his own cheeks looked red. Why did he have to look so cute all of the time?

Adrien tore a hand through his hair, avoiding her gaze as he suddenly looked shy. “D-doesn’t everyone? I-I mean... don’t you?”

Ladybug was struck speechless and finally, she was met with a pair of wide, panicked eyes as he waved his hands out reassuringly. “I-I mean not that you have to... I-I didn’t mean to imply.”

“No, it’s alright Adrien.” She giggled, shaking her head. She grabbed his hands in hers, squeezing them in hers. “I-I do want to have a kiss like that too. L-like you said, everyone wants to try it, right?”

“R-right.” He gave her a shaky nod before turning to stare steadfastly back at the movie. Ladybug did the same, feeling dizzy as she sucked in a deep breath of fresh air.

Then, very softly, over the movie, she heard in a voice barely above a whisper, “Do you… do you want to try?"

Her eyes widened as a deep red flush spread across her cheeks. Adrien wanted... to try the kiss... with her? Was she dreaming? Because, if she was, she prayed she would never wake up. "You mean...?"

He nodded, causing Ladybug’s heart to pound loudly in her chest. "It... it may be silly, but… I want to try. I-If it’s alright with you, of course. If... if not, j-just pretend I never said anything."

She swallowed hard but nodded. "Okay," she said, her voice soft and filled with anticipation.

Taking a deep breath, Ladybug quickly stood up before she could panic and leave. She wanted to do this! Standing herself up on the back of the couch, she threw her yoyo to the ceiling, securing it firmly, and then hung upside down, her face inches from Adrien's. His green eyes were wide with surprise, but he didn’t move.

For a moment, they just looked at each other, both of them blushing furiously. Then, slowly, Adrien leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. The world seemed to slow as their lips met, a gentle brush that sent sparks through her entire being.

Hanging upside down, Ladybug felt an exhilarating mix of emotions. The kiss was sweet and tender, yet filled with a passion that made her heart race. She could feel Adrien's hands trembling slightly as he cupped her face, deepening the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless. Ladybug’s cheeks burned, and she could see the blush spreading across Adrien’s face as well.

"Wow," Adrien murmured, his eyes still closed. "That was… incredible."

Ladybug smiled, righting herself and retracting her yoyo. "I’m glad you liked it. I-I thought so too."

His gaze met hers, and there was a newfound intensity in his eyes. "Ladybug, I…"

Adrien's voice trailed off as he stared into her eyes, the words seemingly caught in his throat. Ladybug felt her heart pound louder, each beat echoing the rush of emotions coursing through her.

"Yes?" she prompted gently, hoping to encourage him.

Adrien took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "I-I... I've had feelings for you for a long time. Seeing you tonight, being with you like this, it just made everything clearer. I... I love you, Ladybug."

Ladybug's breath caught in her throat. The world seemed to spin around her, and she felt like she was floating. Adrien, the boy she had admired and cared for deeply, was confessing his love to her. She took a step closer to him, her heart full to bursting.

"Adrien, I... I love you too," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I've loved you for so long. I was just scared to tell you."

His face lit up with a radiant smile, one that made Ladybug's heart soar. He took her hands in his, squeezing them gently. "You have no idea how happy that makes me."

They stood there, basking in the glow of their mutual confession, the movie forgotten in the background. Ladybug felt an overwhelming sense of relief and joy. All the moments of doubt and fear melted away, replaced by a warmth that filled her entire being.

"Can we stay like this for a while?" Adrien asked softly, his eyes full of affection.

"Of course," Ladybug replied, her smile matching his. "I'd like that."

They settled back on the couch, this time closer than before. Adrien wrapped an arm around her, and Ladybug rested her head on his shoulder. The movie continued to play, but they were more focused on each other, whispering sweet words and sharing shy glances.

As the night wore on, they talked about everything and nothing, their hearts open and unguarded. Ladybug felt a sense of contentment she had never known before. Being with Adrien, knowing he felt the same way about her, made everything else fade into the background.

Eventually, as the moon slowly rose in the sky, she realized that she had to get back home soon. Ladybug sighed, reluctant to leave this perfect moment. Adrien noticed her hesitation and squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"You have to go, don't you?" he asked a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Yeah," Ladybug replied, her own voice tinged with regret. "But I'll be back. I promise."

Adrien nodded, his smile still warm and reassuring. "I'll be waiting."

With one last, lingering kiss, Ladybug stood up and made her way to the balcony. She glanced back at Adrien, her heart swelling with love and hope. "Goodnight, Adrien."

"Goodnight, Ladybug," he replied, his eyes shining with emotion.

With a final wave, Ladybug leaped off the balcony and into the night, her heart soaring higher than ever before. As she swung through the city, she couldn't help but touch her lips, still tingling from the kiss. Tonight had been a turning point, a moment she would cherish forever.

She knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she and Adrien would face them together. And that thought filled her with a sense of peace and happiness that she had never known before.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb #ml #fic #fanfic #ladrien #ladrienjune2024 #ladrienjune #ml fic #love square

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nani-nonny · 8 months ago

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Tbh, never thought a new chapter would be dropped and you dropped it without any hints that there may be a new chapter soon xD tho it was a great surprise.

So we start off as Leonardo begin hungry and believe me, this so canon! After begin sick and in bef for days? You gotta go hungry at one point! And it made me giggle at how Mikey and them were doing the funny stare off contest xD

The moment Mikey left to get his family i knew his sandwich is as good as gone to F!Leo's stomach 😂 if i were him i would have enough shame to apologize or ask for somebody to make for me something 😭

And baby Lou under him begging for that lettuce was just heart melting 🥺🥺 i saw it and immediately went "JUST GIVE HER THE LETTUCE DAMN IT!!" Ahahaha!✨🤍

Finally after finishing the sandwich Mikey return to see what only left which it's bread crumbs and i can imagine Mikey doing this meme

And finally after so much prolonging things AFTER 9 chapters!!! F!Leo is gonna speak of everything and explain! (Btw, April entering the medbey with bag as her shield and pen as her weapon was silly if i were her i would have 3 pens and look like Wolforin😂)

And i wasn't wrong thinking after the explanation little Leo would be guilty (as he should/aff/p), after all he was the one who lost the key and almost get everyone in the same fate the elder had to go through. So it wasn't a surprise to see them all cry and hug each other for comfort (and for Donnie to slip out of the hug shirty because this isn't for his emotional bad boy image).

And here comes the moment "You ARE the father!!" I never thought you would use the "Maury show" as a reference 😂😂🤩 i personally love it and i also watched multiple videos of the show before.

And this... THUS shocked me

Leo was having the... You know *ahem* love making...

Also whoever said the 'Never speak to me again' is a pure asshole! Am glad they died in the war!! >:((

Then there's the big think about draxum (lol loved how he's trying to take care of him beauty) But seeing baby Lou knowing him is making me imagine F!Draxum begin so happy to have baby lou.

I don't know if i said this before (maybe i did in the very first ask that created baby tot and peepaws) but i feel draxum created baby lou because he couldn't be in the kids's lifes or be part of fatherhood because he started bonding for like what? a year? And then BAM! Apocalypse! Surely he wanted to take care of the baby tho i feel this wasn't the real reason... Maybe creating a real warrior to help winning the war (a side plan from F!Draxum he went with).

In my defense! The “teaser” came out as snippets and vague posts about how the writing process was going hehe (I think the most recent “teaser” was a vague post about F!Leo spiraling lol) but I believe the best teaser was a vague post prior to posting the chapter about the word count going from 3.4k to 4.1k! (I don’t think you saw those hehe)

Anyways! Chapter review from sniper, yippee!!!

Poor Mikey lol all he wanted was a sandwich but instead he was shocked to see Leonardo’s awake and standing at the doorway with the baby and CJ just as surprised to see him

Baby Lou is hungry, growing little girlie! She wants what her papa is eating, especially because it must be good if he’s scarfing it down hahaha!

rip Mikey’s sandwich, it didn’t last a second with Leonardo lol

April ready to fight when the portal pops up makes me laugh, she knows hahaha! You can count on her to back you up

Poor Lil Leo, forced to realize he may be just as much as a jerk as his future self is, and maybe there wasn’t that big of a change. And maybe… just maybe… he wasn’t exactly right about Leonardo being a total assface. Lol

I thought about different ways Donnie would break it to Leonardo that the baby is indeed his, but this route was much funnier. And faster lol. And I think it’s very on brand for Donnie hahah! Maybe I’ll post a snippet of how it would have gone in a different route… i don’t know.

And I love the memes that come from the Maury show! Although, I’ve never watched an episode except for small clips. The cameramen run really fast haha!

I don’t usually include my peepaws’ love lives so blatantly like (a)paf, mainly because I don’t really see them all that sexually active. Sometimes I like to think that, despite being absolute heartthrobs and “most wanted bachelors”, them being virgins makes it all the more funny. (That and I don’t have interest in writing sexual themes with the turtles… Bruce on the other hand /hj)

But in (a)paf’s case, I didn’t want anyone thinking he truly is a deadbeat dad who got knocked up and tosses a kid aside or, vice versa where he knocks someone else up and tosses a kid aside. He simply wasn’t aware of what Draxum was doing behind closed doors.

But aside from that, I think it’s nice that he got some experience in sex. He’s a big man, he can take part in carnal pleasures.

And about the person who said not to meet again… that was Leonardo. Lol. One night stand wasn’t as good as it could have been haha! On a side note, a lot of his one night stands were understandable agreements that no relation of any sort other than business was to be expected.

Anyways, again, Draxum deserves to feel pretty :) he got a face mask from April’s mom! He definitely wasn’t expecting any Hamato-related shenanigans, he just wanted a peaceful night to himself hahaha!

And Baby Lou so delighted to see Draxum? :(((( she’s such a cutie patootie :((((

And I like your theory! Totally understandable to think that! Now the real question is whether you’re right or not mwahahahaha! I wonder….

#(accidentally) played American football with my newborn #rottmnt #nani nonny answers #memes for nonny #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt future leo

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shineybuddies · 1 year ago

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A couple things I’ve done, The Inner World deserves so much better 🙁

It’s a good game that has so much potential, unfortunately it wasn’t so popular

🔆Lol some spoilers ahead(just me info dumping and ranting)🔆

The series would’ve been fire too, I want to see the sillies being silly in their world of soil. I want to know more about the world and it’s lore, like the lore was pretty solid but it had some slight issues. Though I didn’t notice them till I played both games about 7 times back and forth.

I also want to know more about Conroy and Emil, I get that they’re the bad guys and all but I wanna know about their life.

We know about Robert’s, him being taken as a baby after conroy ‘killed’ (well they weren’t really killed now were they?) off the dynasty and never being able to leave the palace while also being neglected by conroy, and we know about Laura’s too, her being hidden under the Mechatre plotting the death of conroy while also trying to find her dad yada yada alright we know that good stories 10/10, but what about the bad guys.

What we know about Conroy is that he was supposedly an orphan along with the other two Windmonks (how Mama Dola found them is beyond me) and that they were all raised in the mountains, specifically the Shovel Mountains, so basically they were brothers. We don’t know what their lives were like during that time or how they were raised in those mountains or anything really. I guess at one point Conroy was just like “Ottilie’s mad fine tbh” and Y’know…did the DEED, that scandalous Windmonk… but I understand him I mean Ottilie IS fine asf.

Fast forward Conroy wants to implement the death penalty for giggles and the king says no, so Conroy says “fuck you” and plans world domination which includes having Reminepo (Laura’s father duh) build ‘wind gods’ AKA Basylians. Y’know the deal, boom boom you’re stone and you’re stone and you’re stone and OO look a baby mine now fuck all of you FFFFFFFFFFFFFFLOOTnoses.

And some small notes I found is that Conroy dabbles in Art (which I think he displays in the throne room as you see down the hallway with all the abstract art but I’m not sure), he keeps plants on windowsills specifically the spiky ones, he takes knock out pills when he can’t sleep or is feeling lonely (poor guy), he hates fosfoses AND tumblemice calling them evil (dawg..) but loves his killer hedgehog Fonk (I do too but make it make sense), I did have more but while I was writing this a friend texted and when I texted back I forgot what I was gonna write for this but in conclusion Conroy is a LOSERMAN despite his narcissistic, good-doer image.

Now Emil is kinda difficult, we know that he tumbled down a windfountain as a child (he was probably a toddler when he fell despite his brother saying he was a baby) and we don’t know HOW he survived the fall but he did and ended up in front of the wacky stuff store where he was taken in by his adoptive parents, whom are unnamed, and his brother, who also doesn’t have a name (well, more so everyone forgot what his name was) but is referred to as Emil’s Brother, Emil probably had a good childhood seeing how he has a photo of him and his family in his office which is shown on the bookshelf he has. They look pretty happy to me, besides Emil, born emo.

Someway he heard about conroy and absolutely Fell head over heels (there’s no way he’s straight. Look at him. Plus that time when he said he’ll NEVER be as attractive as Conroy.

It’s like that “I’m not gay but damn” “you don’t have to be gay to appreciate a man’s beauty.” “Nah bro I’d FUCK you”)

Then he got all Conroy obsessed, like really obsessed. Killer obsessed (he’s so real.) Anyways somehow someway he showed up with a mob of asposians to the wind chapel, WHICH MAY I REMIND YOU. WAS DEEP WITHIN THE ROOT FOREST? HOW’D HIS ASS GET THERE AND WHAT WAS THE REASON HE WAS THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE, anyways he saw conroy’s remains and was like “NOOOOOOOO THE SOON-TO-BE LOVE OF MY LIFE IS DEAD. you dirty flutenoses KILLED him 😾” “😯” boom bam bang flutenoses are hated, conroyalism is a thing yada yada deedoo yknow what happens at the end.

Some small notes of Emil is that he can get so obsessed with something that it scares people well that’s what his brother says (again, he’s so real), apparently he didn’t have friends if not a couple of them so he was probably lonely in childhood but he still had a good life with his adoptive family, he didn’t really choose to be alone though he did try to fit in but I guess him wanting everything to be orderly and wanting little to no fun drove people away, alright we get it. You’re OBSESSED with conroy. I mean cmon you have him everywhere, your office is filled with it, the wacky stuff store has a whole shelf dedicated to him, you’re spending the rest of your life for one thing only and that’s to be Conroy’s second hand man.

Istg he’s in love with Conroy there definitely is some hints of fruit in him.

And one last thing on the small notes, Emil is scary good at sculpting stuff and building, he’s spent 2-3 years on the cable car sculpture thing, in his office he has a model of Conroy’s palace on display sitting on the bookshelf, this means he could technically put conroy back together and revive him. But he’d have to figure out how, I mean conroy did shatter into tiny pieces.

I think that’s all I wanted to dump for now, but I’m very passionate about TIW and will do anything for that series. If you put in enough effort, you could find a way to make TIW 3 filled with new critters and characters. Though this is all fantasy, I know that there will never been another TIW nor will the series ever be released unless a miracle happens. But I’m keeping it realistic so my mind doesn’t build up hope that shouldn’t be there.

None the less even fanart that was made years ago makes me sob tears of joy, maybe one day TIW will get more recognition and the love it deserves.

Do I ship Conremil (conroy x Emil)??? Maybe…maybe….(absolutely 100% hands down ARFARFARFARAFRFARAF yes just yes my dictator husbands)

#the inner world #the inner world fanart #the inner world conroy #the last windmonk #info dump #I’m insane #hyperfixation #stufio fizbin #indie game #dead fandom #GUYS PLEASE COME BACK ITS GETTING LONELY AND I NEED A FRIEND TO HYPERFIXATE WITH ☹️

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blizzardfluffykpop · 1 year ago

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Mystery

Summary: Your wonder, your pen pal, your best friend, your everything, and all you wish for is for him to be everything and more.

Oneshot

Fluff, Suggestive, ? to lovers au

Word Count: 2,337

Hyungwon X Reader

Not Requested

Prompt: 4. A Winter Postcard that reads, “Meet me in ____” (You choose!)

[A/n: Coordinates are for Lombardy, Italy. Also, I changed the prompt below to make it fit better btw.]

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You were relaxing on the beach, thinking of nothing but the ocean breeze. It was simply perfect, although there was one way this morning could get better. That's when the mailman comes over, “Mx. (L/n)?” You hum, pulling your sunglasses down, “The hotel staff told me I'd find you here.” You nod. And he hands you a letter and a postcard, and you tell him, “Thank you, you take care. And enjoy the weather later!” “Will do.” You grin, looking through the mail you received. Your mother had sent you photos of the dogs all gathered together in silly Santa Claus hats and reindeer ears. You giggle as you read the message she sent with it before sealing it back into the envelope.

If there is one message you were looking to receive that would make your morning even better, it was from your pen pal. He was more than a pen pal. You had met him multiple times but never exchanged numbers or socials. The allude, mystery, and wanting to only write to each other kept you both from doing so. But alas, it would be a lie to say you hadn’t developed feelings for him.

And that’s when you see it: a postcard with a winter scene. And your heart skips a beat. The message details where to meet in coordinate form (45.585556, 9.930278), and hidden in the image is the date 12/19. His scrawl tells you, “Meet me there, my mystery.” You whisper to yourself, “Meet you there, my wonder.”

You had less than two days to get everything prepared. But as a person that was always on the go because of your job. It was easy. And especially with a man like Hyungwon waiting for you, you'd be there at the drop of a hat. While there were hundreds of mysteries, you still had to unravel about him. He wasn't a mystery considering the things you have written between each other. It's more than two boxes full of things you've said to each other. You keep your favorites with you, like the first letter he ever wrote you.

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You were a senior in high school when your teacher had you write to penpals that they randomly assigned everyone in the class. And you couldn't be happier to have received Chae Hyungwon. It was the first time a name truly caught your eye. You wrote him first, asking him if he would attend college in the upcoming year. And if he was, what would he be studying? And a few more simple questions and some stickers to jazz it up, you sent it off.

You anxiously waited for his reply, wondering what your new pen pal would say. You opened it and were surprised by his beautiful penmanship. But that wasn’t as surprising as the first question he asked you, “How do you like your coffee in the morning?” And it left you stunned. You were blushing as you read the rest of it. But by the time you started writing a letter back to him, you had shaken it off and asked, “What's your dream date?” You both were a little cheeky with your questions after that. And he replied, laying in bed and watching movies with them.

After you started college, you thought you’d both stop writing to each other. But they only seemed to get more frequent until you decided to meet for the first time during your summer break in your second year. You decided to meet at an equal distance from each other. You looked around for the pink-haired man. At least, he had told you he would have bubblegum pink hair when you met him. He wasn't kidding, and you gasped when you first saw him. He asked, “Mystery?” You nodded as you asked, “Wonder?” And you both held out your arms before hugging, “I never thought we’d get to do this.” You sighed, and it finally felt like your heart had settled for the first time in years.

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You've met several times since then. Your heart is enamored more and more each time. And as time progressed, the letters you exchanged looked oddly similar to love letters. But neither of you said anything, hoping the other would confirm it. And alas, that time hasn’t arrived yet. But at least the time for you to meet again has.

Your schedules rarely align anymore with both of you traveling around the world. But since you both had invested in a traveling mailing address so you could still write to each other. So, when you wrote to him that you’d be free for the rest of the month, you couldn't wait for his reply. Wondering if he'd be free too, and now, you'll be meeting your wonder again.

You excitedly got off the plane: only carrying a backpack made getting to him faster. You eagerly look through the crowd. And spot him holding a small sign. “How was your trip, Mystery?” You blush as you approach him, and his eyes seem to light up as he catches a glimpse of you. He grins, and you come up to him, “It was nice, but I’m happier here, my wonder.” He laughs, “You sure?” You nod, “Positive.” He pulls your bookbag off your shoulders and throws it over his, “You didn’t have to do that.” He shakes his head, “Yeah, I did.” You roll your eyes, knowing you won’t be able to argue with him.

As you approach the taxi, you ask, “How long are we here?” “Until the end of this week.” You pout since that means it's only five days with him. He ruffles your hair, sharing the same pout. After you reach the hotel, he pays the driver, and you drop off your small luggage. He joins you in the hotel and asks, “Do you want to nap? And then after, we can get dinner together?” You yawn, and he laughs, “That answers my question.”

You check the room before you both climb into the bed together. You lay on your side of the bed, and he lays on his. You take one last glimpse at him before falling asleep from jet lag. You wake up as the sun is starting to set. To see Hyungwon yawn and stretch out his arms. You giggle, and he looks at you tiredly. And you ask, “How long ago did you get here?" He hums, “I landed about an hour before I needed to be at your airport.” “I could have just gotten a taxi here.” He shakes his head, “No, I wanted to see you before I fell asleep.” You shake your head and rub your eyes before sitting up. “So, dinner?” He nods, “Yeah.” He gets up, you head to the bathroom and change into your evening clothes.

You come out, and he's waiting for you on the bed, “You look elegant.” You smile as you look him over, “You look handsome.” He gets up with the help of your hand. And you both put on your dress shoes and coats before heading downstairs, “So, where are you taking me?” “Somewhere fancy. A mom-and-pop shop.” You giggle, “They'll think we're getting married.” He grins, “I sure hope so.” He holds his hand out to you, “So we don't get separated?” You blush as you take his hand in yours, “Yeah.”

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As you swirl your wine, he asks, “Where were you before this?” “In Australia, I wanted to experience summer in the middle of winter.” He nods, “Maybe that would have been more fun than here.” You shake your head, “Nowhere is fun without you.” He blushes and shakes his head. “You like the snow?” You nod, “I always have.” He smiles, “I know, that’s why I asked you to meet me here.” You ask, “Where were you before this?” “California.” You sigh, “That would have been nice too.” He shakes his head, “I think seeing it snow with you is much more beautiful than the sun rays we always seem to enjoy.” You smile, “I think so too.”

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And that’s how you spend your time in Italy, exploring and seeing all there is to see of the northern area while trying a few different cuisines, too. It was exactly how you wished to spend your first three days there. You tried authentic Spumoni ice cream, even with it snowing outside. It was a delight. And the two of you fell instantly in love with it. Both of you having to get one at the end of each day. You visited so many cities in upper Lombardy and saw many beautiful pieces of architecture. Everything you both saw and ate was like a breath of fresh air. It was all so breathtaking. It slowed down your fast-paced lives to a still, and it was exactly what you needed. It filled you both with wonder, wondering what you'd see next with the mystery of what the following day would bring. It was everything you both wished for. And here you were, settling in for the night to sleep beside each other. The perfect way to end a perfect night. When his phone rings, you both sigh, and he answers, “Yes, Mo?” You didn’t catch it all, but hear him say, “I’ll be there, but you owe me big.”

He sighs as he gets off his phone and tosses onto the nightstand beside him. He puts his head into his hands and groans, and you rub the back of his neck, “What is it?” “They need me out there for a photo shoot in the early morning.” You internally pout but school your features, “Until?” “Five in the afternoon. By the time I get back here, it’ll be six.” “Oh.” He sighs again before moving his hands and looking over at you. “We’re supposed to spend this vacation together with little to no interruptions…” You sigh and nod, “Well, I know we haven’t done this before cause we like the appeal of some mystery. But what if…” He waits for you to continue, “We exchange numbers? So you can tell me about it in real time?” He gives you a light smile, “There’s still so many mysteries we have yet to learn about each other. It’s okay if we reveal one now.” You smile and hand him your phone, and he gives you his. You type in his code like it’s your own and put yourself into his contacts.

It was weird to be able to communicate with him in real-time, other than in person. And you couldn't get enough of it. You spent the whole day exchanging texts. You worked on some of the work you put off throughout the week and got ahead of the following month's deadline while you waited for his return. It went by quickly, especially by the time you got into reading the book you brought to read. You answer his texts between chapters and read that he’ll be home soon, and you excitedly wait. Like your lover coming home, you couldn’t wait until he returned. But he wasn’t your lover, although he acted like he was sometimes.

When he returns, he collapses on the bed next to you while you’re reading. You allow him to nap while you order room service. So he has his dinner cooked how he likes it. Knowing he’d need comfort after going to work while on vacation. You wake him by running your fingers through his hair, and he wakes up with a loud yawn, which causes you to giggle. You help him up and head to the small table where you have everything set up. He gasps as he sees the meal before trying it, “You ordered it how I like it.” You smile, “I never forgot.” He smiles, and you both dig into your dinners.

You both get cleaned up and sit on the couch beside the bed to watch the TV together. You had been thinking about this question since your last visit with him. But you finally dared to ask as the couple on screen got married, “So, what are we?” He thinks for a moment before telling you, “Pen pals, best friends, lovers, and everything in between and more.” You grin, “So, does that mean I can finally kiss you?” He sighs in relief, “I thought you’d never ask.” He turns his head towards yours, and you place your hand against his cheek and kiss him gently. He pouts when you pull away, “After all this time, and you're only going to give me a short kiss?” You laugh, and he rolls his eyes before pulling you into a heated kiss. And when you pull away this time, he whispers, “Much better.” As your kisses grow more heated, he pulls you up from the couch and throws you onto the bed, crawling over you and planting kisses all over your collarbone. “I can’t believe we waited this long.” You sigh, “Me neither.”

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And that’s how you spend your last day in Italy, making up for lost time. For skirting around the truth and never admitting your feelings even though both of yours were as clear as day. When you wake up to coffee in the morning, he goes, “You still like it this way?” You blink at him, taking in the sight of him all over again. “This is the way I wish to wake up every morning.” He smiles and hands you your coffee, “I booked us another day here.” You grin, the blanket falling off your shoulders, and try it, “This is exactly how I like it.” He smirks, “That’s a breathtaking sight in the morning.” You blush, realizing you're no more clothed than he is from catching up on lost time for all those hours. He joins you on the bed and turns on the TV. He rubs your shoulders before bringing you to his side so you can enjoy your early afternoon together watching movies in bed.

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