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theleftovertaco · 3 years ago

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Petty Rivalry- Fred Weasley x Reader

I got an ask maybe 4 months ago asking me to write a fic where reader and fred are rivals and then they fuck but life's a bitch so I'm just getting to it now. Here u go lol. Made some changes so now the reader is a gryffindor chaser tho.

Warnings: smut, sub!fred, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos)

"Weasley, you cunt!"

"Hey!"

"Not you, George. Sorry!" You shouted above the whooshing noises of the brooms around you. Fred zoomed past you.

"Not my fault you were in the way of a bludger!"

"It literally is your fault! Your job as a beater is to keep us safe, dipshit!"

"Oi! You two. Get your shit together before we lose!" Angelina shouted as she flew past.

You set one more glare Fred's way before flying off. Between bickering, dodging, and passing, Ravenclaw was catching up and close to winning as both seekers raced around the pitch in search for the Golden snitch.

As Potter seemed to spot the small golden ball, he flew past the two of you, and within a few minutes, the game was over.

Angelina pulled you aside after your team had celebrated, shoving a finger in your face.

“You and Fred need to get it together. If you kept arguing you could have distracted the other players and cost us our win.”

You rolled your eyes and batted her hand away.

"He's the one whos always being difficult, not me!"

Angelina scoffed, "You're both arseholes to each other. Get over yourselves. Either learn to cooperate or I'll be looking for a replacement chaser and beater." She turned away and walked off, you trailing frantically behind her.

"Ange!"

"Look," she turned back, "I love you both, but quidditch is important to me, and it could help me get an internship with the Montrose Magpies, I need to secure a win, or at least a well run team."

You paused for a second, then nodded.

"Yeah, alright, I'll talk to him later today after our celebration in the common room."

Angelina seemed to relax at that, clapping you on the shoulder than walking off to join the rest of the team.

You sighed, and made your way to Gryffindor common room.

..........................

Gryffindor's common room raged about with laughter, as food and shots of firewhiskey were shared (no one asked where that came from).

You took a deep breath, and walked quickly over to where Fred was standing.

"Hey."

He glanced over at you in distrust. "Hello?"

"How are you?"

"Fine, why?"

"No reason."

"Great."

"What's great?"

"You can leave me alone now is what's great."

You rolled your eyes.

"Look, Weasley, I was trying to be nice. Work things out so we could both stay on the team together."

"We wouldn't have anything to work out if you would get your head out of your arse for five minutes during our matches."

"Me? You're the one who keeps aiming bludgers at my head, you know you're supposed to aim them away, right? Or at least towards the other team, not someone on your own."

"They wouldn't nearly hit you if you weren't in the way!"

You barked out a laugh, "That's bullshit, I am perfectly fine with my job, or I would be if you weren't out to get me all the damn time!"

By this point, you were both attracting some attention, and Angelina dragged you away while Katie did the same with Fred.

"Both of you, knock it off."

You whipped your head around to look at her, "But I tried to make amends like you said, I even-"

"Leave it alone, plus, there's an issue in the main hallway we need you to come look at."

"Why do you need me?"

Angelina just dragged you further along.

"Ange, what kind of damn issue is so important that, aaGH-" You exclaimed as you were shoved into a closet, and a very tall figure.

"Who the fuck- ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME ANGE!" You saw Fred's equally pissed off face in the dim light hanging from the top of the closet.

"You two work your shit out, we aren't letting you out until you do."

Fred yelled out in frustration, banging on the door.

"KATIE, ANGIE, LET US OUT RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

There was only light giggling in response, and you knew there was no way you were leaving that broom closet any time soon.

You spent the next ten minutes pacing the room, trying to find a way out of the closet.

"Can you stop pacing for five seconds? It's driving me insane."

"I wouldn't have to if you hadn't gotten us locked up in here in the first place!"

"How did I get us here? Last I checked we both hated each other, so they wanted us both in here!"

"I was trying to be nice to you back there! To make amends!"

Fred threw his hands in the air.

"Well look where that got the both of us."

You stood face to face with him, eyes locking.

"Why do you hate me so much?" You asked him.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

You scoffed, "You can't just answer a question with the exact same question."

"Like hell I can. And you never answered!"

"Because I asked you first! I mean I just don't understand why it's so hard for you to just not be a dick." You turned your back and resumed your pacing.

"Y/N, it's not that, it's just-"

"Just what, because I am sick and tired of you acting as if I am the worst thing to ever happen to you, why do you hate me so goddamn much, I mean-"

"I DON'T HATE YOU DAMMIT! I LOVE YOU!"

You paused for a second, and turned back.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I've been attracted to you since second year!"

You took a second to process this information.

"So why are you such an arsehole then? For the past 5 years you have been!”

You rolled you eyes.

“Nope. Absolutely not. Liking me was not an excuse to be a dick. And don’t try some ‘I didn’t know how to express my feelings’ bullshit!”

Fred looked at you shocked.

“But… I told you that I liked you. And now I’m getting the feeling you might like me.”

“Thats… besides the point, and even if I did, that still doesn’t excuse you from being a dick, I only responded to you in the same way you always treated me!”

“Right, and I’m sorry for that, Y/N. Please allow me to make it up to you.”

Fred held you face in his hands, and you fought an instinct to jerk away.

“How the hell do you plan on making up for five years of assholery?”

Suddenly you were shoved back into the wall. Fred dropped to his knees, unbuckling your jeans.

“Please, let me make it up to you.”

He dragged your jeans down.

“Fred, what are you doing!?”

“Say the word, and I’ll stop. Please, let me make it up to you.”

Fred looked up at you with wide eyes, and you paused for a moment before nodding. He resumed, pulling you underwear past your legs, and lifted up one of your legs before diving into you.

“Fred, I- fuck!”

He dragged his tongue along your folds and nosed at your clit.

“Want you. Want your cunt, your lips, your body, please.”

You carded your fingers through his hair, dragging him closer to you.

“Fuck, want you too.”

Fred continued until you pulled him back up by his hair to meet you. You hastily unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers to take out his cock. Spitting in your hand, you ran your hand up and down his dick, causing him to let out a series of curses and moans.

He lifted you up by your thighs, and you placed his cock at your entrance, and Fred let out a whine as he pushed in.

“Fuck, love, you feel good.” He readjusted you in his arms and began fucking up into you, his thrusts making him hit that spot inside you.

“Fuck, Fred!”

The two of you continued for what seemed like forever until Fred hooked an arm under your leg and his hand wrapped around you so he could play with your clit.

“Fred, I’m gonna come.”

“I am too, love.” You felt your orgasm arrive and as you did you clenched down on his cock, causing him to release inside of you.

A few moments passed before he set you down, both of you breathing heavily.

“Your partially forgiven.”

“Partially? I just fucked your brains out, how am I partially forgiven?”

You let out a giggle.

“You take me out on a date, and I’ll consider you forgiven.”

Fred brought you into his arms, and laid a kiss on the top of your head.

“Deal.”

A moment passed, and after you both were dressed and had collected yourselves, you banged on the door to be let out.

“Angie? Kate, we’ve resolved our issues, you can let us out now!”

They opened the door, and as you both left you could hear them snickering.

Angelina shouted out from behind you, “Yeah, we heard you both resolving your issues from the other side of the door.”

Fred threw his head back half in laughter and half in exasperation while you stood there, red faced with your head in your hands.

“Next time, maybe resolve your issues in a bedroom?” Katie practically howled out.

“Shove off, Bell!”

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scarofthewind · 3 years ago

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Kinktober Finale - Spectrophilia

A/N: Hello everyone! Can you believe that it’s already Halloween! Where has this year gone?! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this - be warned it’s kind of rough in some parts, apologies in advance. I didn’t do everyone, sorry!

Warnings: NSFW, R18+, sex with ghosts, the boys are dead, anal, no prep, ghost sex, angst, Michael has a big of a character change lol

word count: 2.9k

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The air inside your house was below freezing as you tightened the blanket around your shoulders, trying to push the negativity out of your mind for the rest of the evening. Everything was so gloomy; so sad and painful that you almost couldn’t bear it anymore. Ever since you lost him, it was as though the only thing that made you happy was gone from your life. Sure you two fought, but every normal couple did- it was still not a good enough reason for him to leave you. After all- he promised he would be with you forever.

So why was he gone?

No matter how many times your family or friends tried to check up on you, you never came to the door- only ever getting out of bed to use the bathroom and force yourself to eat something.

“He wouldn’t want to see you like this,” one of your friends had tried to tell you when she managed to get you to open the door.

“How would you know what he wanted? You didn’t even know him,” You spat before slamming the door, locking it and going back to your bed, trying to snuggle up to his pillow which still smelt like him. Often times, you cried yourself to sleep only to awaken in the middle of the night from a nightmare or because you felt sick to your stomach. The bags under your eyes darkened every day and you could see the effect loosing him had on you - you looked worse and worse each day.

It wasn’t until you finally collected some of the mail from your mailbox, ignoring the stares from the neighbors and heading back into the house, that you stopped dead in your tracks. In the midst of the giant pile of envelopes was a solid black one with your name written in gold lettering. Tossing the junk mail to the side, you examined the black envelope before opening it and feeling your heart hammer in your chest.

‘If you ever want to see him again, just use the board,

Long for him no more, he’s simply on the other side,’

The letter wasn’t signed and you felt your stomach turn as the image of a Ouija board filled your head. Why hadn’t you thought of it sooner? Would he be mad because you hadn’t tried to use one?

Grabbing your keys, and slipping on some slippers, you went to the nearest store you could find, purchasing the basic Ouija board you needed and a few candles for setting the mood before speeding back home. You made sure the blinds were closed as well as the curtains and you made sure all the doors were locked before setting everything up in the living room. The candles smelt of lavender and wood as they slowly melted around you, your eyes trained on the board before you as you took a deep breath and placed your fingers on the planchet.

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MICHAEL MYERS: “You’re not my boyfriend,” you said calmly as you backed across the room where you had been messing around with the board. You realize now just how badly you fucked up as the large man continued to walk towards you, backing you against the wall. “I’m not.” The man confirmed, his blue eyes had a sickening glint to them- something evil in them that made you fear for your life more than you thought possible. “Such a desperate little whore you are, calling for a boyfriend that has been long gone.” The male snickered, his teeth glinting in the candlelight. “Who are you?” You asked with a whimper as he slammed his hands on the wall beside your head, caging you there. “And what do you mean ‘long gone’?”

“I ate his soul- bitter thing it was, he wasn’t very good of a person.” His fingernails dug into the wall and made a shrill sound that made you flinch slightly, amusing the man before you. “I’m the devil, sweetheart, and you, just invited me into your home faster than you could part your legs.” You felt the floor drop from under you at his words, a coldness surrounding you that made you feel sick to your stomach. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on going anywhere,” he smiled at you, pressing his lips to your ear before letting one of his hands run down your body. You didn’t have the courage to move a muscle and he found it endearing and adorable, “Call me Michael when we’re together - it’ll make you feel more comfortable,” he says suddenly, making you look deep into his eyes.

It was as if everything else was a blur; one moment you were shaking like a leaf after summoning a greater evil that you ever imagined and now you were letting him do whatever he pleased with you. You felt hot and cold all at once- pins and needles wherever his lips touched and the amount of times he had you calling his name like a prayer had his ego boosting to new heights. The bed slamming against the wall was surely loud as he worked his cock deep into your ass, your pussy had been stuffed full of his seed long ago and at this point, you were barely awake. “C’mon, give me one more good one pretty thing,” he grunted above you, nowhere near breaking a sweat as his cock twitched and another load was dispersed inside you. The orgasm that ripped through you was pitiful and small but it left you quivering in the sheets nonetheless. Michael leaned over your back, kissing along your spine and sucking more marks into your neck, “Did your boyfriend ever make you feel like this,” he teased, though both of you already knew the answer.

THOMAS HEWITT: You nearly felt your heart give out as you heard your name being called from across the room. Looking up, your eyes meet his and for a moment you thought you were dreaming, but the minute he made his way towards you, you jumped up and ran into his arms. You couldn’t feel the weight of him but you could feel the force of the hug as well as the cold that Thomas was emitting. “I missed you so much,” you cried. You could smell him again, feel him, hug him, kiss him. He was yours again. “You have to stay with me,” you sobbed, feeling him lift your head. “I’ve never left, you just couldn’t seen me until now.” He smiled softly at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead and letting you deepen it by running your hands through his hair- it was softer than you remembered.

You both wasted no time in getting each other out of your clothes and before you knew it, you were laying back on the couch with Thomas buried deep inside you like it was just yesterday that he was here. The emotions running through you had tears falling from your eyes but he was there to wipe every one of them away and it didn’t take you long before he had you clenching around him. “Don’t stop,” you begged, afraid that if he did, he would disappear again. Thomas caught on to what you were feeling the third time you asked him to continue, even though your body was shot. “Please Thomas,” your voice was cracking and it made his heart ache to see you like this. “I don’t want you to go,” you admitted, letting him cup your face gently and pepper kisses along your cheeks. “I’m not going anywhere,” he replied, pulling you up in his arms so that you were seated in his lap. “I’ll always be here, even if you can’t see me. I promised, remember,” he says. “I remember,” you sniffle, letting him kiss your lips before moving down to your breasts, letting you work yourself against his cock while he continued to pleasure you all night long.

WILLIAM EMMERSON/SCHENK: After what felt like hours of trying, you eventually gave up trying to connect with your dead lover. Maybe he really was gone, you say to yourself, crying and carrying your broken self to the bathroom to shower away the negative thoughts and emotions that were running through your head. Maybe if you were dead too, then you could be with him again. The amount of crying you did left you with a headache once again and as soon as you got out of the shower, you went over to the mirror cabinet and took some Ibuprofen, trying to do anything to make the pain go away. What you weren’t prepared for was shutting the cabinet and seeing William behind you. You froze the minute you locked eyes with him and the bottle of pills you had in your hand fell to the ground. “You’ve lost weight,” he says and you watch his mouth move as the words leave his lips. Tears immediately well up in your eyes and you turn around but see nothing behind you.

“You can only see me through reflective surfaces,” he says and you look back to the mirror, watching carefully as he moves closer behind you. Your hair was still dripping wet and you had not even a towel on but you could feel him behind you. “Say something, please,” he tries to get something out of you and you watch as he moves your hair from your shoulder, pressing his lips to the skin there; you can feel it and see it right before you and it makes your heart do flips in your chest. “I miss you,” You say, watching him nod sadly, his hands moving around your body, feeling you up slightly. “You don’t take care of yourself anymore,” he says matter-of-factly. “How can I, William?” Your words make him sigh and you feel your heart sink. He was upset with you. “It kills me that you’re gone,” you say as tears start to fall, his thumb coming up to wipe them away.

“I never left, I just wanted to give you time before showing you that I was still here,” he replied, hugging your from behind and letting you melt into his touch. “I’ve got you,” he whispers to you and that’s all it takes as you close your eyes and lean into him. He’s soft - much softer than he’s ever been as he lets you brace yourself against the counter, your eyes staring into the mirror in front of you, watching as your ghost of a lover took you from behind all like it was a dream. “If I’d known you were gonna get yourself killed I would’ve told you I loved you a lot more,” you admit as he gives a few more thrusts before finishing deep inside you. William’s eyes meet yours and he smiles, “You told me plenty,” he laughs a bit, pulling out and kissing over the marks he’d left on your shoulders, “But one more time won’t hurt.”

BO SINCLAIR: The first thing you noticed was the smell of cigarette smoke, wafting through the air before you felt the air grow colder. “Bo?” You asked softly, watching the planchet move to ‘YES’ before you let out a small sob, tears filling your eyes. “I miss you so much,” you sobbed, the piece moving your fingers to each letter spelling out, “I’M HERE.” The candles around you flickered before going out, leaving you sitting on the cold floor in complete darkness. A sound to your left had you jumping in place, goosebumps rising on your skin as you felt something cold against your neck, moving your hair to the side. “I can’t do this without you,” you say softly, the feeling of a hand cupping your chin making you snap your head behind you. He looked different, better and less tired, with a cigarette hanging between his lips and a smirk in his eyes. “You act like I treated you right, doll-face,” he chuckles, caressing your face before flickering in his spot, his ghost traveling in front of you now. You watched as he put his cigarette out and turned towards you.

“I don’t have much time before my image fades and I want you to see me,” Bo says before sitting before you, “I need you to see me.” With gentle hands, he cupped your face, lips brushing against yours as he kissed you softly. A small hum left your throat; one of longing and desire. If you’d known he would’ve been taken from you so soon, you would’ve made sure he’d knocked you up or fucked you like a bitch in heat. Bo was cold as he undressed you- his fingers and hands were like ice as they danced across your skin. He still knew exactly what to do to have you seeing stars and for a moment, you wondered what it would be like to be dead too. The surreal-ness of fucking your dead lover made your adrenaline pump through your veins and your head spin - how was he even able to touch you like this? It wasn’t until he was done pumping a load into your cunt that you realized something awful. “You’re a demon, aren’t you? That’s how you’re able to touch me and be seen,” you asked as he slowly pulled his cock from your cunt, his eyes snapping to yours at your words before he smiled.

“It ain’t so bad, don’t look at me like that,” he chuckled, moving back to examine his work. The bite marks on your neck made him hum in approval. “I’m still me- just dead. Guess offing people makes you one of hell’s finest,” Bo said with a sigh, running a hand through his hair before his image started flickering. “Call me more though, okay? I’m here even if you can’t see me.” He left with a gust of cold air and the feeling of a pair of lips on your forehead nearly made you faint.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE: The Ouija board you’d been trying hard to contact your husband with was now scattered on the floor. Broken into a million pieces just like your heart. Of course nothing happened, it’s fake, there’s no such thing as ghosts and why would your husband want to see you anyways when he’s probably happy in his afterlife now? “You’re not wrong,” a voice made you jump in your place and you looked around the dark room, your eyes catching a figure standing against the doorway looking down on you. “Who are you?” You asked, your heart pounding in your chest as the male stepped forward and crouched in front of you. “Your husband is trying to move on in peace and yet his soft, little wife is continuing to bother him. Shame though, he’s missing out,” the male said with a neutral expression, while tucking a stand of hair behind your ear. “I’m Brahms, I used to live here- well, before you and him moved in.”

“You’re a ghost?” You asked cautiously, afraid that if you blinked, he would disappear. The curly haired male sneered at your accusation, “Fuck no, I’m a demon, sweetheart. I’m here because you summoned me with a board that is now broken so good luck sending me back,” he sighed, standing back up and taking his cardigan off. Your eyes drifted to the scattered board pieces and you mentally cursed yourself out for getting so angry to begin with. “Don’t be upset, I’m a fun guy for the most part,” Brahms taunted, a snide smirk resting on his lips as he moved to appear before you in the blink of an eye. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun together, me and you,” the way he says that has your skin crawling and before you can react, he has you pinned to the ground.

“You made such pretty noises for him, think you can do the same for me, love?” He teased, his eyes narrowing as he slowly peeled off your clothes, ignoring your remarks and struggles against the invisible bindings that kept you locked in place. Brahms took his time with you; he left no inch of skin untouched as he practically bound himself to you with the amount of foreplay he stimulated you with. Your thighs were shaking by the time he pulled his hand out from between them, a coy smile on his lips as he finally inched his cock inside you, the mold of what was once your husbands cock was now far from stretched out. “There we go,” Brahms hummed happily, his eyes rolling back for a second as he got used to the feeling of your warm walls around him. Looking down at your tear stained face, he cooed at you while pressing kisses along your cheeks and lips, “No need to cry, I won’t abandon you like he did. I’m here- that’s all you need.” He said softly. By the end of the night, he had you believing every word he said.

#kinktober #kink21🔪#kinktober 2021 #Michael Myers #michael myers x reader #Thomas Hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #william emmerson #william schenk #william schenk x reader #william emmerson x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #brahms x reader #brahms heelshire x reader

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quietmyfearswith · 4 years ago

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setting off ; stucky x fem!reader

status — completed oneshot

word count — 2,463 words

summary — in which steve and bucky get the happy ending they deserve with their best doll.

warnings — implied smut, fluff, talks of starting a family, no curse word i think?

pairing — stucky x fem!reader

a/n — pretty self-indulgent lol,, feedback is appreciated and asks/messages are open!

tagging — @la-cey @pedropcl @iloveshawnieboi @isysen

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“Can someone at least give me a hint of where we’re going?” Y/N whined for what would be the fifth time in the last hour. She had been asleep for the first three hours of their travel, but now that she woke up she struggled to return to slumber so instead she ate some snacks as she begged her two boyfriends to give her a faint clue of where they were going.

Steve was currently driving to their destination; he was exceeding about five kilometers the stated speed limit, which was enough evidence that he was excited to reach the end of their trip. Thankfully, the pick-up truck they bought allowed two more passengers beside the driver in the front so she was sandwiched in between the two super soldiers.

“It’s not a surprise if we tell you where we’re headed, doll,” Bucky swatted her thigh playfully, before gulping down the rest of his water bottle. “It still would be,” She argued as she swatted his thigh too, “You can tell me the location of where we’re and I still would be surprised with the actual place we’re gonna be staying at.”

Pissed with her logic, his metal fingers tickled her sides, causing her to attempt pushing his hand away, giggling as she squirmed further into Steve’s side. “Stevie! He’s being mean to me again!”

“Knock it off, you two!” Steve scolded them, chuckling to himself when they settled down immediately and both pouted at him. “Are you sure you’re our boyfriends and not our babysitter?” Bucky giggled at her comment, even pecked her cheek to show how proud he was of her remark.

The former Captain America playfully rolled his eyes as he sighed, “And here I was pulling up to our destination when I should have gone here alone and not show you the present we got you.” Upon registering his words, she sat up straight and twisted left and right as she excitedly asked, “Your present? What did you get me? Please give me a clue! Please, please, please!”

Bucky laughed at her pumped up state, bopping her nose he assured her, “Well the only clue we’ll give is that we looked and searched hard for this gift of yours — we knew you had to have the best one.” Pouting and nose scrunching up in confusion, she turned to Steve and before she could even speak, he was already saying, “What Buck said is true, we hope you like our present.”

Pressing a kiss to Steve’s cheek — she wanted to kiss his lips but didn’t want to distract him from driving — then a short, teasing kiss on Bucky’s lips she reassured them, “You both know I will always appreciate whatever it is you give me.”

Covering her eyes with his flesh hand, the former Winter Soldier smirked, “Well the only way to find out is when you see it. Keep your eyes closed for a while okay?” She whined but was quickly being shushed, “We’re pulling in now and you’re about to see your present!”

Once she felt the car come to a stop, she clawed at the hand that was shielding her from seeing her present as she thought she was permitted to look at it. But as she was being guided out of the truck with the hand still covering her eyes, she felt that maybe it still wasn’t the cue for her to see it.

“Okay stand there, are you alright?” Steve asked after guiding her to stand at a certain angle. “I’m fine, Steve! Now show me already! I’m getting impatient,” She was about to beg their ears off until Bucky slid his hand out of her eyes and she gasped out upon seeing the house. “Here you go, doll. Our brand new home.”

Her eyes became glossy as tears were peeking out, as she turned over to them and choked out, “A lake house?” Steve nodded, wiping the tears off her eyes before they got the chance to spill and kissed her lips, “Yes, doll. Your dream lake house.”

“We chose a secluded one so that way no one can complain when we’re too loud at night,” Bucky’s cocky reply was short-lived since Steve hit his arm which only made their girl laugh and hug them both. The two took her tight hug as a sign that she loved it. Removing himself early from the hug, Steve called, “Come on now! We still need to show you around the house!”

With every step she took, she clung onto each of her boyfriends’ hands tightly. The white coat of the house made her feel even more serene. Having multiple levels, she wondered about how many rooms there were, “How many floors and rooms are there? There seems to be way too many.”

“Five rooms, excluding the game and theater room that is. And there are two stories plus the basement.” Steve recalled as he opened the front door, the sight of the living room immediately greeted her. Soft couches, neat fireplace, and bookshelves beside a vinyl player greeted her. Sitting down on one of the seats, she giggled when the mattress was soft enough that it almost engulfed her completely, “I love this so much!”

Bucky picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder, “Wait ‘til you see the kitchen!” Placing her back to stand on her toes, he showed her how they fulfilled her dream kitchen of having two refrigerators, two ovens topped with an incredible gas stove, as well as a spacious countertop for when she baked and cooked for them. Smiling, she hugged Bucky and kissed his bearded cheek, “I love it so much! ‘M gonna stay here all the time now.”

Perking up at her statement, Steve smirked as he offered his arm for her to hold on to, “May I show you my favorite part of the house?” Finding it silly with how fancy he was being, she tangled an arm around his, while her other arm stretched out for Bucky to hold on to and his bionic hand laced with hers, “I’d love to see it, Mr. Rogers.”

Opening the black, wooden door, she was shown the master bedroom with a bed large enough to accommodate the three of them. “You cheeky bubba! The bedroom?!” She laughed as she plopped herself down on the soft mattress.

You’d think despite them being centenarians they would be stiff and boring, but the way they jumped in the bed and tickled her sides or rubbed their beards on her neck to elicit even more giggles from her suggested that they were more lively than you would suspect.

“Stop! I concede,” The last word was prolonged into a squeal with the way they were attacking her gently. Taking mercy on her, they stopped as they laid beside her, an arm draped over her figure as they traced her skin with their fingertips.

“I love it,” She spoke, filling the tranquil silence, “Thank you so much for this. I love you both so much.” Bucky cleared his throat and kissed her tricep, “Well this was something we hoped you’d love. And something we wanted to give you, as a thank you.”

Both super soldiers agreed not to mention the little part he slipped up; Steve smacked his flesh hand and groaned a bit. “As a thank you?” She sat up as her eyes shifted over between the two men. They followed her as they sat down too and explained to her, “Buck and I have come to realize how much you have sacrifice for us.”

“The way you stood up for me when the whole Accords happened,” Bucky continued and recalled how she stopped their airport battle when she stopped them upon uncovering the truth and seizing Zemo for discovering his plans. “You fought and stood up for me when everyone else was convinced I was the bad guy.”

Her hand caressed his cheek — her touch had cured him of his terrible association with physical contact. Images of when HYDRA treated him horribly in Bucky’s own time vanished from his mind every time he physically came in contact with someone thanks to her gentle handling of him and her incredible patience. He nuzzled his cheek into her palm, she was about to speak until Steve spoke up, “When we said that we wanted to step down from being Avengers, it was because of you.”

“Me?” This shook her to her core. She knew about their exhaustion with all the fighting that they had to do in order to save the world — everytime they needed to be patched up and taken care of, she’d done all that for them without complaints. But never did she imagine they would quit being part of the team for her, “I’m so sorry if I made it feel like you have to do all this for me.”

Sensing her panicked state, they both calmed her down as Steve rubbed her thighs while Bucky massaged her shoulders to settle her squirming body, “It’s not like that, doll. I should have been clearer with what I meant.”

Managing to relax, she looked up at Steve with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, encouraging him to speak his mind, “Buck and I talked about how tired we are. All this fighting — even though they all were for a good cause, of course — has started to take a toll on us. Not just physically, but emotionally as well,” He cleared his throat as he felt himself beginning to tear up, “It was evident that we badly needed an exit from this lifestyle that was forced upon us.”

“But we somehow got a hint that maybe there would be no way out for us,” Bucky continued when Steve stared at him to go on, Y/N too followed his gaze and looked at him, “That maybe it was set in stone that our fate would be to fight in battle forever.” Her heart clenched and fell into pieces at that thought. “What a cruel fate that would be, love,” She sympathized.

“Then you came along,” Steve resumed with a smile on his lips, “We now found a reason to keep going and fighting. Because we wanted you to live safely and feely.” She thought that what he said would be impossible to top off with the way her heart was beating wildly against her chest, lips pursing as she pouted in adoration. But Bucky wasn’t going to let anyone — not even Steve — outdo him so he pressed a kiss on the top of her head as he spoke sincerely, “We wanted to give you the life you deserve. A life far from danger and uncertainty. So we bought this secluded lake house — giving us the chance to be ourselves and do whatever we want.”

What Bucky said was a close runner up to Steve’s words and she couldn't help but coo at their word as she tried her best to wrap her smaller arms around their hulking figures, “I love you both! So so so so much! I’m incredibly blessed to have the two of you in my life!” Wanting to snap out of their dreamy state, Steve clapped his hands, “Well how about we prepare our lunch.”

Excited at the thought of preparing a meal in her new kitchen, Y/N jumped off the bed with a smile as she scurried off to the kitchen, “I’m gonna make us some sandwiches!” As the two two super soldiers looked at each other after both taking note of how excited their girl was they both thought of the same thing — they made the right and best decision.

After munching down the delicious turkey avocado sandwich with chipotle mayonnaise, they all retired to the deck; both Steve and Bucky were lounging around on one of their chaise lounge chairs as they were clad in their swim shorts while Y/N swam around for a bit on the clear, warm water.

“I can get used to always swimming,” She stated once she reached the top of the pool’s ladder and walked towards them, sitting down on Steve’s lap as she drank some of the iced tea they had prepared. “I, on the other hand, know that I can get used to seeing you in your swimsuit,” Bucky wolf whistled as he openly gawked at her bikini-clad figure.

Despite being with them for quite a few years now and getting used to Bucky’s playful behavior, she still gets bashful when she’s on the receiving end of Bucky’s silver tongue. She clicked her tongue at him as an attempt to weakly silence him, “Bucky Barnes! You and your silver tongue; someday I will catch you off guard the way you do to me.”

Steve decided to join in but unfortunately it didn’t help her cause, “Oh doll, I love you but we all know you get flustered even at the mere thought of flirting at us.” His arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he placed a kiss on her shoulder, as if he was comforting her; which Bucky found amusing as he chuckled. She hit Steve's shoulder as she scowled at Bucky, the two then decided to end their playful banter against their girl.

Upon being signalled to pull his chair closer to where Steve was sat, Y/N played with Bucky's metal fingers as she laid her head on her other boyfriend’s chest, “I love you both. Really, I do,” She lifted her head to kiss Steve’s slightly chapped lips deeply before muttering, “I love you, Steve.” To which he said the same without missing a beat.

“I love you, Bucky,” She declared before leaning over to kiss his lips with the same passion and vigour. “Can’t wait for this new chapter that’s waiting for us,” She sighed out, blissed and content.

Steve’s warm palm caressed her stomach as he spoke with hope, “Who knows? Maybe we can start our family now.” She knew it was something he wanted — even way back in the 40’s he was already hopeful for a family of his own. Bucky, however, always wanting to spite and retort Steve just for the sake of it quickly countered, “Or maybe just adopt a bunch of dogs so the house isn’t too quiet.”

Y/N laughed when both her boyfriends stuck their tongue out and made silly faces to tease each other even more; breaking up their fight, she turned to them and reassured them, “No matter what lies ahead, I know we all can agree that we will venture it together.” And the silence laced with the content smiles they had on their faces gave her the confirmation that indeed, they will go through it all together.

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dinner-djarin · 4 years ago

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Next To You (Bucky x reader)

Just a little one shot I wrote after watching FATWS on repeat. (I tried to make it gender neutral but I may have missed something so I'm sorry if it's not!)

Rating: Mature

No use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Bucky is having nightmares, and you're there to comfort him. Based on the Julia Michaels song If You Need Me. (so if the ending sounds dumb go listen to the song you'll understand why lol)

Warnings: Fluff & angst I guess idk, kinda dark themes, because well it's Bucky. Just two people who have definitely been through some shit. Oh ya that reminds me swearing. Suggested that intercourse has happened but nothing descriptive. A little (a lot) about trauma but mostly about nightmares. If I missed something pls lemme know, I don't want anyone to feel triggered reading. But if you can watch the show and be fine, you'll probably be okay with this.

Also just letting you know if I put ~ its cause I switch the focus from Bucky to reader, but I'm not switching POV completely its all written in reader POV.

Every night brought pieces of the past. He never knew which memory would be dragged to the surface once he let his subconscious take over - clawing and scrapping against the walls he put up, begging to be let out; to be confronted.

Some nights were worse than others of course.

He wasn’t sure how he was ever going to out run the monsters of his past. For a while he just stopped sleeping. It may not have been a permanent fix, but he thought some relief was better than none at all. He used to go days, even weeks, without sleep during the war, so he figured it might be the best way to silence the past.

Dr. Raynor, however, caught on quick.

A lot of her methods seemed like bullshit to Bucky. He could tell she was genuinely trying to help him, but he doubted anything she had anything to offer him that would prove to be effective.

But at the end of the day she was definitely no fool. He had a tough time lying to her. She didn’t take anyone's crap, and that might have been the only reason he trusted her, even a little. It may have been the only reason he actually gave it a sincere try (besides the fact he’d be arrested if he didn’t).

So he probably shouldn’t have been surprised when she caught on to his sleep strike. In fact she called him out on it only three days in. He thought he’d get longer than that. Even so, he was almost relieved. After only 72 hours he already felt the nightmares slowly creeping into the day. Every time a door slammed or a car horn blared his body tensed. Every time he turned a corner he’d reach for a knife he no longer carried. So maybe it was better to let his past haunt his nightmares. That way he’d be alone when the memories took over. That way he wouldn’t hurt anyone else.

But he made a mistake. He did what he told himself he could never do. He let you get too close.

Falling asleep in your arms felt better than any therapy session he could ever imagine. It was the first time in forever he could remember what it was like to be his younger self. The version of him that marvelled at the idea of flying cars; who thought he could save the world by enlisting. The dreamy eyed boy who was hopeful for the future, who thought he had a future.

Lying next to you made him feel in control, like his problems didn’t matter. He was there to keep you safe, and warm, and comfortable. He never thought he’d feel like that with anyone. He didn’t think he was allowed.

You didn’t question his metal arm for starters. When Bucky took off his jacket, after the hundredth time you insisted - “It’s like 100 degrees in here Bucky, please take it off, you’re gonna melt” - he thought he’d instantly regret it. But you simply looked at it with wonder for only a moment, before returning your eyes up to his own. Staring back at you, he saw the wheels in your brain click into place. He could almost hear your thoughts as you decided what your next move would be.

In the blink of his eyes you tore your shirt off and stood completely still in front of him. For a moment his emotions were mixed, and he worried where your sudden advancement came from, but then he saw it. A thick white mark slashed across your torso.

You took only one step forward before speaking. “It’s not exactly… I know it’s not the same thing at all. But the scars - the marks we carry - they’ll be with us forever, whether we like it or not. Even if they remind us of the worst pieces of ourselves, or the worst moments of our lives, it reminds us that we can move forward. And it reminds me that there’s something to move forward to. I don’t know…it doesn’t really make any sense but somehow it’s almost comforting. To know that something will always be with us, till the end”

His mouth was on yours in an instant.

He had been hesitant to let anyone in. After coming back - after going through everything he’d been through - he felt like damaged goods. He worried that the minute he let himself be happy, everything would come crashing down again, and he had good reason to believe it. It just kept happening over and over. It seemed like every time he found even a small amount of peace, the battle made its way back to him.

But when he found you, when he felt you, he felt peace. The softness of your skin, the gentle wave of your hair, the light scrape of your fingernails against his back and chest, your quiet moans muffled by his own mouth on yours. Being with you made the horrors of his past melt away. Even when you clamped down around him and bit into his shoulder muscle, even when he knew you’d left marks all over his skin. Knowing they came from you made all the difference. They didn’t remind him of the wars he fought, or lives he took, or the atrocities he committed. The sting of your nails and teeth weren’t pains from his past, they were reminders of his present, of the possibility of a life he could have. With you.

But in the end he knew that it was all wishful thinking. He knew he wasn’t cut out for that type of future. He knew you deserved better.

So he decided to let you off easy, to disappear from your life, leaving your shared experience to the confines of your bedroom. A memory, nothing more. He knew he’d have to sneak away once you fell asleep, because that way it might not feel real. Everything that happened between you might disappear with him.

But then he fucked up.

He was waiting for your breath to even out, a sign he would take to mean you had fallen asleep, but after listening to the air rush out of your body, and watching your bare chest rise and fall, your hypnotic essence overpowered his will, and he fell asleep alongside you.

Only he wasn’t asleep for long.

Eventually the past caught up, as it always had a way of doing. Images, and sounds, and smells all came flooding back to his uninhibited brain - sleep made him an easy target. He was vulnerable to every torment he caused, and every mission he was forced to carry out. Tonight was no exception. His brain managed to sift through every wall he thought he had up, and trudge yet another painful memory to the surface. The image of himself taking life after life, cruelly and viciously. There was no remorse, no stopping him. He saw every crime lord and politician he was made to terminate. Until his brain moved away to a new idea. The image of a young woman. Innocent and pure. But in the way of his mission. The Winter Soldier spared none.

He woke up in a blind panic. His surroundings were unfamiliar. Something was wrong. Was he being held captive or-

“Hey,” you made yourself known to him, and he twisted his head back to see you sit up beside him. You were quiet, and a worried expression blanketed your face.

Is he angry, you thought for a moment? No. Your brain was tired, and it was slow to process. Not angry, scared.

You knew from the minute you saw his arm that there was more going on. You already had some suspicions, nevertheless you expected there to be something like this.

For a moment, the two of you stared at each other in silence. You watched him regain his breath, and you carefully shifted your legs to sit crossed underneath you.

His steel blue eyes cut through the darkness, pinning you down. You wondered what was going on in his mind, what he might be doing to regain his grip on reality. You knew this moment too well. The quiet. The darkness. The fear. Not sure of how to move forward.

You were scared too, but not of him - more like you were scared for him. You knew he must be going through something, and you wanted to be there to help, but you also knew that was easier said than done. “Being there to help” was a nice concept, but in reality - well things were generally more complicated. You didn’t know if it’d be alright to approach him, mainly because you were unsure of your role in all this. Were you really someone he wanted around when he was so obviously vulnerable? You’d never seen him so raw and exposed, like a wound you wished you could tend to, while also fearing that your interference could make things worse.

You knew he wasn’t going to ask for your help, you could see he wasn’t that kind of man, but maybe if you made the first step, and let him choose - maybe he’d let you in. So, you held out your hand and waited. After a moment, you saw him move, only slightly though. His eyes darted down towards your hand and he subtly lifted his fingers off the bed. But it only lasted a second. He froze again, hand hovering near yours, and that’s when you realized he had been reaching for you with his left hand. You had been wary to touch it before, you thought it was probably a sensitive subject. Something about the idea of touching his metal arm seemed more personal, if that was possible. Like only the most trusted people in his life might be allowed to… and maybe not even then.

You felt your own eyes drop to your lap, an almost nervous energy now emanating in the space between you. But just before you could drop your hand too, his fingers hesitantly entwine with yours.

You shot your eyes up to see his right hand grazing the palm of your left. As your gaze slowly elevated, you found your way to meet his own eyes, only to notice the very sudden change in them. Whatever fear or darkness hid their before had now melted away. You couldn’t place it, but whatever emotion he now held sent a chill from your core to your fingertips. A lump in your throat formed and for a moment, you thought you might never be able to breath again. The look in his eyes was almost soft, but with a hint of yearning. Fire was blazing through every nerve in your body, while a chill kissed your skin, making every hair stand on edge.

Feeling outrageously brave, you took your free hand up to his jaw and held him there, gently swiping your thumb over his cheek, and allowing your fingers to reach slightly past his hairline and to the back of his neck. You wondered if he could feel the raging storm of your emotions through your touch.

“You okay?” you managed to whisper to him.

“Nothing I haven’t dealt with before” his answer pierced your ears with a hard tone, refusing to let any vulnerability resonate in his voice.

You shake your head at him, wishing he wouldn’t play pretend. “Okay then,” you mumble, letting your hand drop from his face. But as it fell, Bucky was quick to grab it, and hold it with a gentle squeeze. When you looked at him again, you knew he meant it as a reassurance, trying to tell you that he was okay.

He couldn’t handle the way you looked at him. Like you could see every thought in his head. A knowing gleam in your eyes told him that you didn’t believe him, and you’d be right not to. He wasn’t okay. He never really was. There was so much darkness surrounding him, poisoning every inch of his life. But you. Your touch was gentle and your voice was kind, and even though he had just seen your scar, he couldn’t help but think your world must have been so much brighter than his own. Looking in your eyes, he almost wished he’d never met you. He was so afraid that his pain might infect you too, the only good thing he had left. He wouldn’t ever be able to forgive himself if he let that happen; if he let his past ruin your future.

He wanted to leave, he needed to get out, before any of that could happen.

He slid off the bed quickly, and made his way to grab his clothes, but before he could you grabbed his hand - his left hand.

“Please Bucky don’t.” was all you could say. But the way your voice broke, on the verge of tears, fear of being rejected, of being left alone in the dark by the only man you ever wanted to let in - it was enough to stop his heart. He stood there, frozen from your touch. You kept his hand in yours, and for a second you worried it was too much. You worried you betrayed whatever trust you had built with him. Just holding his bare metal hand felt more violating and revealing than the fact that both of you remained completely naked. But you didn’t want to pull away. You didn’t want him to think you were afraid of him, afraid of the fact his hand could pulverize yours in a second - because you weren’t. You’d felt his touch. You knew how gentle and caring he could be. And you wanted him to see it too. That he wasn’t defined by his worst fears.

You pulled your body towards him, kneeling at the edge and facing him, “You don’t have to leave.” you spoke softly, as if he might be spooked and run off if you were any louder. “You don’t have to push everyone away. Please don’t push me away… I-”

Before you could finish, he was crashing into you. His tongue invading your mouth, like he was trying to soak up your unsaid words. His hands held your waist in place against his, steady and strong, but there was still resistance in his fingers; a hesitance to use too much force with you. You could feel how he feared he might hurt you.

Slowly you leaned back, feathering your fingers over his shoulders to guide him with you, and when he hovered over you, you let them slide into his hair, grabbing what you could and leading his head down…

~~~~

You lay there in the dark with your head on his chest, listening to his steady heart, feeling the crisp sting of metal graze your back. And even though you knew it was ridiculous, all you could think about was how you wanted to keep him safe. The man was stronger than any other human being, and probably thought you were fragile and helpless, and needed his protection more than anything. But still, you wanted him to be okay. You wanted him to know he could be safe.

“I’ll fight them for you.” you whimper quietly, suddenly worried that Bucky may have already fallen back to sleep.

“Huh? Who- what do you mean?” his words stuttered and tripped over his tongue. His half sleeping brain was suddenly running a mile a minute trying to decipher your statement. Who were you fighting? Why would you need to fight them for him? Surely he was more capable of fighting anyone off. He should be protecting you-

“The monsters” you said a little louder. The words feel childish and awkward in your mouth, and once you said them, you wished to take them back. But you decided to push forward, “if you want me to… if you need me… I’m here”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barns x reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #fatws bucky #fatws #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #tfatws #fanfic #post snap #marvel

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the-hopeless-haze · 4 years ago

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I hope he’ll be a beautiful fool that takes my spot next to you

Pairing: Sonny Carisi/reader, past!Rafael Barba/reader

Warnings: lots of angst (I bring up Undiscovered Country.... soooo...) smut (it’s NSFW people lol)

Word Count: like 5k words? Idk it’s a long one folks but I deliver

Summary: Based on “exile” by Taylor Swift for @thatesqcrush ‘s Valentine’s Day Bingo! Basically the reader used to date Barba until she didn’t and ended up with Sonny. Rafael is less than pleased. This is a cliche pairing (for good reason! It’s so fun to write!) but I like to think I added a fun twist... Sonny is an absolute mess, Rafael is very jealous, reader is a tad bit vindictive. This can be read in conjunction with “Being Alive” but it’s really a detour and a very loose association... there are just references because it’s so hard for me to write for these characters outside of that lens since I’ve been writing it for so long. That being said this can absolutely be read by itself and this only works if Rafael and the reader didn’t progress as characters in BA anyway lol

Murderous rage doesn’t even begin to describe what Rafael feels right now.

Behind the anger, there’s a sadness, cold and hard as stone, but he won’t touch that. It’s so much easier to be angry at Sonny than deal with anything that has to do with you. And that’s fair, isn’t it, anyway? Sonny swooped in the second things turned sour between you and Rafael and didn’t even give the two of you a chance to patch things up.

Or you went to Sonny of your own accord.

Maybe that’s more likely, but that hovers too close to the ache in his chest and he doesn’t allow himself to dwell there. Instead, he lets his ire build up until it consumes him, shooting daggers at the two of you across the bullpen office.

The two of you had always been touchy-feely - you were partners after all, very close, but you’d trained Rafael to swallow his jealousy. Told him you didn’t see Sonny like that. And for the most part, he learned to believe you. So now, he has to wonder how much of that was a lie, how much he didn’t see between the two of you, because there’s no way in hell you’d allow Sonny to touch you like this if it weren’t precedented.

Yes, at work, no less, you and Sonny are sitting at your adjoined desks, but you moved your chair to squeeze as close to him as possible. His arm is slung across your shoulder, a relaxed grip, because he knows there’s nothing Rafael can say or do that would make you leave him. Your head is resting on Sonny’s vested shoulder, and you’re laughing at something he said, no doubt a stupid joke that only you would find the humor in.

Death would be more welcome, Rafael thinks, then curses himself for being overdramatic. Still, when was the last time Rafael had been able to make you laugh?

Olivia had warned him of this new arrangement, but nothing could prepare him for this. Didn’t Rafael matter at all to you?

You lean up to kiss Sonny and Rafael thinks he might puke. —- Maybe Sonny should feel more guilty for kissing your mouth like you’ve been his this whole time, but he doesn’t. Because now he knows without a doubt in his mind this is where you belonged. He can feel the weight of Rafael’s gaze across the room, but he doesn’t mind carrying it, shielding you from it.

He did feel awful the day you came to him, your touch freezing and clammy from the inclement weather that you traveled through to get to his apartment, and then you practically pounced on him, told him you wanted him - and what was Sonny to do? Say no? No, after asking you a million times if you were sure, he gave into a temptation he’d be lying if he said he never thought about before. Of course, Sonny always imagined being between you and Rafael - he loved both of you in different ways, and the two of you seemed like a package deal at the time his original fantasies started to occur - but if you alone were going to come onto him, he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to oblige.

Don’t sleep with your partner was probably the first unwritten rule in becoming a detective, but it’s not like Sonny was going to stay at the precinct, anyway. He’d take Rafael’s place in the courtroom, too.

Still, when you first came onto him, he did feel a twinge of guilt, like he was hurting Rafael and you at the same time, in different ways, but then you explained it all to Sonny. How you always felt insecure around Rafael, that you weren’t sure if he really loved you, that you weren’t sure if you really loved him, that both of you had so much pressure to make this work that it started to fall apart under the weight of all your expectations.

You didn’t have to wait for Sonny to say he loved you, and you didn’t have to doubt it, either. He said it for the first time that same night, and he said it so fervently that you pulled his body back into yours, moaning your own declaration of love back to him. Maybe it was too soon, but he’d spent over a year pining for you (and Barba) in secret, and... well... he wasn’t going to waste what would be his only shot with one of you. He wanted you to know you would be well-cared for in his arms.

If looks could kill, Sonny would be dead on the spot and he knows this. But he also knows that jealousy is a cross Rafael has no right to bear. He had his shot, and he blew it. He should’ve let you know what you meant to him instead of clouding everything in his anxieties, his anger, his burdens from his past he never could let go of. Whatever he did now was too little too late, and even if Sonny had feelings for the lawyer, you always came first, and those said feelings would now never be stated out loud unless he got enough liquor in him and he was feeling sentimental that day.

Sonny used to root for you and Rafael, but he was always an embittered cheerleader, standing on the sidelines wishing someone could love him the way he thought you two loved each other. Appearances meant nothing, though. Now that you’ve let him in, he knows what you had with Rafael was far from the heaven you deserved.

And Sonny is all too keen to give you what you deserved.

As you lean up to kiss him again, he stops you for a moment, smiles down at you in adoration, and you giggle, “What?”

“Nothing,” he grins. “You’re just so beautiful, doll. I love you.”

Rafael’s gaze strengthens in intensity, and you almost turn to look in his direction before Sonny kisses you firmly, a smirk playing against your lips. This has to be killing Rafael, and Sonny isn’t usually that vindictive, but it gave him some sort of sick satisfaction that he was hurting Rafael just like Rafael had hurt you. And, you know, show Rafael what he was missing.

——

Sonny’s kiss is so warm, so comforting, but it doesn’t stop the ice running through your veins - you know Rafael is here despite Sonny’s best efforts to distract you from him. And you meet his eyes across the room for the first time since the night the two of you fought with each other for what would be the last time, the night you found yourself in Sonny’s arms instead. Those eyes add insult to injury, because you still know Rafael, and even if he’s standing across the room you know what he’s feeling. There’s anger there, but deep down you know he’s crushed at having seen you move on so quickly, and with someone he suspected you might leave him for in the first place. And he’s trying to drag you down to his level, get you to sit here in his misery with him.

This could break you if you don’t steel yourself, so you squeeze Sonny’s hand for support.

Sonny’s in tune with your body language, having been your partner for so long, and he stands to full attention, asking you if you’re alright.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, staring down Rafael until he makes his way over to your desk. You swallow thickly. Rafael when he was angry was never pleasant.

“This is cute, hmm?” he says bitterly, nodding sharply at the two of you.

“I like to think so,” you reply coolly, smiling at him.

“Barba, I know you’re waiting for Sarge, but can you please go wait somewhere else? She’ll be out any minute and you’re bothering (y/n),” Sonny asks, forever trying to be the peacemaker.

“She can handle herself,” Rafael says, chuckling sardonically, rolling up his sleeves nonchalantly. “Clearly. She doesn’t need you to fight her battles. But if you’d like to...”

“Mm, please, Rafael, like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me?” you snap. “Grow up. Everybody moved on. It’s time you do too.”

Rafael’s visibly taken aback by your verbal assault but he only lets it faze him momentarily. “Right. Moved on. Only took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it and you’re out here spreading your legs for someone else,” Rafael hisses, and you can see the moment when he realizes he went too far, the moment the wrath in his green eyes fades into regret.

“Get out,” Sonny says firmly, raising his voice enough to turn Amanda’s and Nick’s heads. “Get the fuck out. I don’t care how hurt you are, get out. You don’t talk to women like that. I’m honestly... I’m disgusted.”

“I... I am sorry—“ Rafael fumbles.

“A bit too late for that. I’m not your problem anymore, Rafael, so who am I offending now?” You ask. You weren’t upset by his statement - you did move fast with Sonny, faster than even you were immediately comfortable with, and you know how it must look to Rafael, how it must feed the flame of his absolute deepest and darkest insecurities.

Rafael glances around the room and realizes he’s caused a scene. Without a word, he leaves out the side door, forgetting his meeting with Olivia. He’s seen this film before, and the ending? It’s not worth sticking around for.

—-

Sonny could spend hours with his face between your legs, and he did. It was almost like the man never stopped talking because he wasn’t nose-deep in pussy - but you kind of chuckled at that thought because he wasn’t quiet even then. He’s always moaning, making obscene sucking sounds on your clit, talking to you, sending delicious vibrations straight to your core.

You come again, moaning and tugging at his hair, and Sonny adds to his total, grinning up at you, his face sinfully wet with your juices running down his chin. “That’s two down. Think you can give me one more before I fuck you?”

“Sonny, fuck,” you whine breathlessly as he runs his tongue over your now swollen and overstimulated clit. “I need a break.”

You love it. You’ve never had anyone this enthusiastic about pleasing you like this before, and you’ve never exactly been a pillow princess either, but Sonny protested if you even moved a muscle when he was going down on you, instead he’d chuckle and tell you to save your energy for when you ride him later. Not that he needed to be in you at all - you swear he could get off just eating you out. You never would’ve pegged giving oral as Sonny’s biggest kink, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

Sonny laughs heartily, crawling up the length of your body to kiss you deeply, the taste of you branded onto his lips and tongue. You moan as he rolls his hips against yours, the cloth from his boxers creating a tantalizing friction and you buck up against him on instinct.

“Ah-ah,” he tsks, moving off you to lay beside you. “I thought you needed a break, doll.”

You sigh, nodding, trying to catch your breath, but how could you, when he was still on the side of you, whispering dirty things in your ear? God, he really did never shut up.

“He ever fuck you like this?” Sonny asks, a devilish glint in his eye. For a second you think he’d take it back, apologize for asking such an intrusive question, but he doesn’t, and you know it’s because he’s just gone down on you for half an hour already and he’s got enough testosterone running through his veins he could kill anyone who glanced at you. Of course he was in competition with Barba, especially when he was this riled up.

“No,” you murmur, and you’re not lying. Sex with Barba was great, obviously, he’s very attractive and he knows what he’s doing. Rafael was a damn tease, but Sonny? Sonny was so much of a sap he couldn’t bear to hold anything back, couldn’t bear to see your lip tremble in want for even a second. And no one had time to fuck the way Sonny wanted to, drawing everything out and making you come so many times with his lips and tongue before he’d finally enter you. It’d always take a few hours, so this was usually saved for Monday mornings when the two of you didn’t go in until 3, or Friday nights when both of you were too wired to sleep anyway. Sure, there were days you were pressed for time and he needed to have you so more often than not he’d settle for making you come quickly on his face before pounding into you, but...

Rafael was a good, thorough lover, and god, you’d probably miss his hands for a long time to come, but Sonny’s tongue was such a good replacement.

“You just saying that, doll?” Sonny asks gruffly.

“No, honey, of course not,” you giggle. “No one’s as generous as you.”

“Generous? Huh. That’s a good one,” he laughs, and it seems like that comment brought out the underlying sap in him. His clear blue eyes soften and he smiles at you. “Nah, doll, I just love you so much, and making you feel good? What better way to show it, you know?”

This was a complete mess, you realized that, but you were blissfully happy in spite of it. How could you not be? It’d been an amazing three months. On nights the two of you didn’t work, you were treated to home-cooked dinners, bottles of wine, heated makeout sessions that always led to something more. If you worked, you’d take long showers together, massaging the knots out of each other’s muscles until you were both too dreary-eyed to stand.

Sonny was clingy, sure. You knew he would be, of course, and you weren’t used to that - sometimes you questioned if Rafael even wanted you in the same room - and it’s with a sudden realization that you come to terms with the fact that none of your relationships worked out because you needed that constant reassurance that Rafael and so many of your exes were reluctant to give.

It’s so easy to paint Rafael as a villain now that it was all over, but he wasn’t. You truly, truly loved him, even if he never took the time to learn your love language or make you dinner or marathon-fuck you. He showed his affection for you in other ways, but they weren’t as overt and it always left you questioning what he really wanted from you.

And anyway, it wasn’t enough to counteract the wrongs he’d done to you. Always making snide comments about how close you were to Sonny, to Amanda, to Nick, even... and it was in those moments you wish he didn’t love you so much, that he’d let you breathe instead of keeping such a constricting hold on you. You knew what he was scared of, he’d been cheated on before... but you hadn’t done anything.

He tried so hard to snare you down without taking into consideration that you already were his. Or, at least you had been.

When he got down on one knee you knew it was over. For him to be that insensitive, after you’d just gone through an accident and were barely coming back to life through damn near mandatory therapy and rehab... you couldn’t take it anymore. Didn’t he see the signs? You gave him so many, but he just never learned to read your mind after all that time.

And you didn’t want to be his, at least not in that regard. He wasn’t asking you for the right reasons. He was making up for lost time.

You never told Sonny that Rafael asked you to marry him, because that would wreck him and make you seem vindictive, but you have a feeling that Sonny knew anyway. Maybe Rafael mentioned it in passing. It doesn’t matter. You’d never be his wife now.

You didn’t intend this to be a long term thing with Sonny, but now you were used to him being in every facet of your life, and you supposed you did love him underneath everything. It was always Sonny who was there on those cold nights equipped with hot chocolate and cannolis, always him making you laugh when you were miserable about a spat you’d gotten in with Rafael, always him damn near reading your mind to give you what you needed.

Maybe it wouldn’t last. Maybe the two of you would go down in flames, too. Maybe he’s only being this amazing because he’s wanted you this long and he wants to show you what you’ve missed the time you wasted with Rafael, and it’ll fade once you’ve stuck around.

But you don’t think so, because you know he’s always loved you like this. The only things that have changed since you let him in is that he fucks you now and he’s practically moved into your apartment. He’s never quite kept his crush for you under wraps. On the off chance this is just a honeymoon phase... you’d still take it. It was bliss for now, and that’s what mattered.

“You ready for round three, doll?” Sonny asks. “Or you wanna sit there and daydream about Barba?”

“W-what?” you stutter, looking at him dumbfounded. “I wasn’t—“

“Don’t play dumb. I know you, (y/n).”

“Are you mad?” You ask, making your voice small.

“No. It’s only natural, right? I probably shouldn’t have brought him up in the first place,” he says, shrugging. “Still...”

“Don’t, Sonny,” you protest. “You’re not his understudy. I love you—“

“I know. That’s not why I’m saying that,” he says, kissing you gently. ——

Sonny would never tell you why he was saying that; why he brought up Barba in the first place. This was a fucked up mess, Sonny knows that, but he can’t help imagining you fucking him like Rafael used to fuck you. You and Rafael both have such dominant personalities, and it makes sense why you’d always be at each other’s throats in hindsight.

One of you had to be more dominant, though, and Sonny gets the sense that more often than not Rafael won your battles. But Sonny won’t even put up a fight against you, and for a woman who was so used to losing... maybe Sonny was doing you more of a favor than he realized. You’re an absolute tease, brutal, really... Sonny doesn’t know where you get the sadism because you’re so kind-hearted outside of the bedroom... but he’s never quite had orgasms like the ones you draw out of him either, so he’s not exactly complaining.

Okay, maybe he whines a little when you don’t let him come.

Or a lot. Whatever.

It’s so worth it, for both of you, even if Sonny can barely take the heat sometimes.

Sonny imagines Rafael doing that to you, too, getting you riled up and soaking wet just to say you can’t come until he said. Or teasing you while you were working (he’d seen that happen a couple of times) just to leave the precinct and leave you rubbing your thighs together in a vain attempt to relieve the ache between them.

Sonny could just never do that to you, lord knows. For one, he can’t stand to see you ache for him while he’s right there, while he can just give you what you need from him. For him he takes pride in the number of orgasms he can draw from you, not how explosive or mind-numbing they can be (although he likes to think he gives both in quantity and quality). Sex is all about giving to Sonny. It always has been. Besides, seeing you fall apart on his tongue? It drives him insane. Maybe most men don’t get as enthusiastic about going down on their girlfriends, but Sonny truly doesn’t think he could ever live without it.

Still... didn’t you take a little bit of your partner with you, even if it was over? In a way, Sonny realizes, he does have both you and Rafael now. Just like he always wanted. Because when you maneuver him where you want him, get bossy in bed, that’s Barba talking. When you drag his bottom lip between your teeth, fiery lust in your eyes, he can just imagine Rafael doing the same to you, you looking up at him with hooded eyes.

His favorite’s got to be when you speak to him in Spanish, whisper “te amo” to him under your breath, because that’s purely Rafael’s influence and nothing else.

Still, you’re mostly you- and that’s fine. Sonny always loved you more, anyway, he’s always been closer to you, always been head over heels for you the second he stepped foot in the precinct and Liv told him you were his new partner.

Sonny didn’t see a point in hiding your relationship from the squad. You were wary at first - everyone knew you just broke up with Barba, and making this public so soon would be a source of gossip. But he convinced you... through questionable means (make a girl come enough times and she’ll do anything you ask). At the end of the day, he doesn’t think anyone truly cared, even if Amanda made a comment; “Guess she’s a hot commodity around here. When’s my turn to date her?”

“I’m never letting her go now that I’ve got her,” Sonny had replied with a grin. “You missed your shot.”

“I was kidding,” she chuckled. “Good for you, though. You’ve been in love with her for a long time, puppy dog eyes and everything.”

Sonny just beamed back at her, but he wonders how obvious he truly was in his affection for you before the two of you started going out. Was it enough to make Barba jealous? Possibly. Maybe that’s why Barba was being so absolutely vile and hostile toward Sonny now, refusing to let him sit in on his closing argument rehearsals and making sure to send more snide remarks his way whenever possible. Sure, Sonny expected that, but if only Rafael knew Sonny loved him too.... Maybe the wound wouldn’t sting as badly as it did. There wasn’t a chance in hell Sonny would say anything now, especially with the way he talked to you the other day (you’d think a lawyer who handles mostly sex crimes would refrain from slut-shaming his ex-girlfriend, but, apparently his anger truly did get the best of him). Still, he’d always love Rafael just like you always would.

Sonny knew there was always a chance that he was just a rebound, that you’d leave him to go back to Rafael, but time goes on and you stay with him and Rafael stays bitter, barely looking at the two of you. Years pass and Sonny tries to extend an olive branch every couple of months, but Rafael would rather eat poison, it seems.

Fair enough. You couldn't say Sonny never tried. ----

Rafael spent a few years feeling like an exile every time he stepped foot into the precinct - and it wasn’t fair in the least. He was A.D.A. before you even got your badge. If anything, you should be feeling like the odd one out now that the two of you were over. This was his city.

But you’re not his homeland anymore. You haven’t been, not for a long time.

It was a new kind of torture every day, watching you and Sonny get closer, closer, closer… Rafael kept searching for reasons to leave New York City that wouldn’t have to do with you.

And then he found one.

Rafael’s standing outside the courthouse, where he just got acquitted for infanticide. It’s bitterly cold, he’s wearing his tan coat that you’d rarely see him out of this time of year. And you come up to talk to him.

It was rare that you did that, anyway, you did your best job to ignore him unless you absolutely needed to speak with him. But now he gets the feeling it’s time for confessions, words you always wanted to say to him all these years now that he was leaving out the side door of your life for good.

It’s a strange kind of sickness, watching you move on more and more, seeing your stomach swollen with Sonny’s child, your finger gleaming with Sonny’s ring, your last name changing to Carisi.

“You’re really leaving?” you ask, pulling your coat across your belly - it wouldn’t stay closed with the buttons anymore. You shiver, sip at your coffee.

“I can’t exactly stay now, can I?” he asks brusquely. “You really shouldn’t be drinking coffee while you’re pregnant.”

You snicker. “It’s not your baby, is it, Barba? Good thing, too. Wouldn’t want her to come out wrong. You might kill her.”

“Oh, fuck off. I don’t need this to be rehashed,” he snaps harshly, bitter tears leaving his eyes. “Did you have anything else to say?”

“It’s decaf coffee, anyway,” you mutter. “I really thought you’d have left a long time ago.”

“Why, because of you?” he asks, laughing bitterly. “Are you really that arrogant?”

“You still look at me like you want to kill me half the time.”

“Just… I still don’t understand what went wrong.”

“If you don’t know by now… I really don’t know what to tell you, Rafael. I gave so many signs. And Sonny… he treats me well. He gives me things you were never ready for, and I… The way things happened… they truly were for the best.”

“For who?” Rafael asks, fighting against his body’s overwhelming desire to break down and sob. Hadn’t he learned by now, though, that there was no amount of crying he could do for you? Still, when you left him, everything went to hell. He tried to pour himself into his work, and this… watching you get and stay happy was salt in the wound.

“I think leaving will be good for you,” you say, ignoring him. “You can move on. Meet someone new. Get a new job. New start. You know?”

“I think I’m too old for new starts,” he scoffs, shaking his head.

“Won’t know unless you try, hm?” you ask, nudging him in the side. “You’ll make it. You always have.”

“Not with you,” he murmurs.

“No. But you didn’t need me. You don’t need anyone.”

“Is that what you tell yourself, to make yourself feel better for what you did to me?” Rafael asks, his voice breaking a little. He was always so desperate not to show vulnerability, especially not around you… but what did it matter now?

“Rafael… we always walked a very thin line. You have to know that we weren’t going to stay together even if we tried to. And why should I have to be miserable just because you are?”

He stays silent because you have a point and he’ll be damned if he lets you know that.

“Sonny loves you, you know,” you say abruptly, and Rafael quirks up an eyebrow. You laugh. “Yeah. He’s very testy about it, but I’ve been with him long enough. I know he does. You should’ve jumped on him before I had the chance. He would’ve taken you. He would’ve taken both of us, but… you and I couldn’t share.”

“You can have him,” Rafael says, rolling his eyes. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“It’s just… you didn’t have to spend all these years hating us, feeling like a foreigner in your own city. We would’ve taken you back. You just didn’t want us.”

“I didn’t want the Carisi package deal. I wanted you. I dated you, not him. I loved you, not him.”

“First of all… I meant as friends. But also… Like you’ve never thought about it,” you tease, grinning at him.

Rafael rolls his eyes. “See, this is why we had problems. That’s not funny. Wandering eyes… that’s a problem.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” you say, shrugging. “Sonny’s surprisingly liberal. But that’s great that you were finally able to admit that your jealousy made me feel like I couldn’t breathe.”

“I’d argue my jealousy was warranted. I find it hard to believe that you didn’t fuck Sonny before you broke up with me,” Rafael scoffs.

“I didn’t!” you protest. “I’m not having this argument with you, because at this point, it doesn’t matter if I did or not, but I was nothing but faithful to you, Rafael.”

“Then how could you just move so fast?"

“It’s not like I just picked him up off the street. We’d been friends before.”

“Right. Friends.”

“Yeah. Friends,” you repeat sarcastically. “You see why we didn’t work out now?”

“Guess so.”

“You know, I do wish the best for you. Honestly. You deserve better than the cards you got dealt here.”

“You can say that again,” Rafael sighs. “I did really love you, you know.”

“Yeah. Sometimes that’s not enough. I loved you too.”

He takes a deep breath. “I wish you the best too. You’ll be a good mother.”

“Thank you, Rafi,” you whisper back, leaning over to hug him softly. There it is again; that cold bitter ache - when’s the last time you referred to him by that nickname? And now it would be the last. “Goodbye and good luck.”

"Yeah, you too," he says, rubbing your shoulder awkwardly, remembering a time when touching you was second nature. He watches you, your eyes make contact with Sonny's, and you turn back one last time to give Rafael a sympathetic smile... and that's the last time he ever sees you.

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garrothromeave · 4 years ago

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the hell is mystreet season 6??

(warning, long post ahead)

ok so before i start this

1) ive never posted shiiiit on tumblr before so watch me suffer, im just here to talk about stuff that my friends who dont know anything about aphmau have to listen to me rant about for hours on end

2) i havent seen mystreet in like years (except season 3, i watch that frequently since im laurance and shadow knight deprived) so please bear with me because i might be completely wrong on this lol. it’s just like, pointing out things i remember

3) im sure someones already talked about this but who cares

4) im gonna do this stupid thing where i just explain myself a bit at first, if you dont want to read that just skip to the part where you see “the actual thingy:” in bold and italics

5) mild disclaimer; i am completely aware that jessica is not a professional writer. i know that she did her best to appeal to her fans, and honestly, respect for that. while this post will come off as aggressive and probably look like hate, that’s not my intention in the slightest. it’s just... intense criticism. im sure y’all probably already know that, but yeah, just stating that anyways. i do believe that jess is doing her best, and in no way do i want to dismiss any hard work she’s done. that being said; prepare for a very strongly opinionated post.

haha watch there be 10000+ typos in this making me look like a complete dumbass

ok here we go

one of the main reasons i stopped watching aphmau back in 2017 was the mess that was season 4. like, in the first few episodes of the emerald secret, i thought “woah!! this is kinda cool, im a sucker for mystery!” because of course i was, it was something new and something exciting. the only problem i had with it at the time was kim, but that’s just because i always found her annoying and out of place. i just didn’t understand why garroth dragged her along and honestly i still don’t to this day BUT, moving on.

anyways, as the season progressed, 13 year old me was of course just “:0!!” the entire time--that is, up until the reveal of the main villain. i remember watching the episode, seeing the reveal of ein, and then stopping. like, just for a quick break, but i was still just overwhelmingly disappointed. like, and this was the time when pdh was airing and ein just got made alpha (i think?) and i had really really liked eins character in pdh. either way, that really sucked and actually opened my eyes to a lot of things.

one of the main things bein’ the fact that this was supposed to be a slice of life kinda series that decided to take a turn to a more edgy kinda approach. which, i guess i regularly wouldnt mind? but seeing as mcd was kinda bein neglected at the time it just didnt sit right with me. BUT WHATEVER, point is i stopped watching mystreet all together at the end of season 4.

like, a whole year later my brother tells me that shit’s getting intense in season 5 + 6 of mystreet, and my brilliant self decided to give it a shot--but i refused to watch all of season 5, so i only stepped in when ein made an appearance. so whenever that was, that’s where i picked up because i didnt care enough to see

and y’know--i honestly didn’t hate it at first. in fact, i found it oddly cool. it wasn’t enough to get me into aphmau again, but it was enough to where i was intrigued. i dont know why, but i never watched the finale, so i didnt see the ending until just a few weeks ago--but back then, i thought it was neat. looking back on it however... im just so confused.

side note: only got back into aphmau this time around because of mcd. mainly because like, i adore the first season and the first half of the second season. and being nearly 18 now, im a lot more appreciative of plot and well-written characters n junk.

the actual thingy:

ok back on track. imma stop spilling out my story of how i got back into aphmau, and lets just skip to what rewatching mcd made me realize of season 6′s plot and shit:

-emmalyn. how the fuck does ghost even remotely exist? if she’s emmalyn as claimed, then why have we already seen emmalyn in the mystreet universe alive? look i get that creators can do whatever they want with their stories but at the same time please provide some sort of explanation good god. and maybe they did and i just havent seen it, so if there is one--let me know. but until that day imma just sit here confused as fuck

-ok so imma just be real, the whole ‘ultima’ thing is just... not great. in my opinion, anyways. like... i saw someone mention this in another post, but if this ultima stuff was like, a really big deal, why isnt it mentioned in mcd? though i suppose since its a curse of sorts, it could be later on past the time period in which mcd takes place--but even then, how did it manage to make its way into aaron’s family bloodline?

-WHY IS EVERYONE AT STARLIGHT ITS JUST SO CONVINIENT like what happened to this place being the most expensive shit on the planet or whatever, and how the gang happens to run into like, the werewolf trio and blaze and kai and guy and nate all of these people like god damn life doesnt WORK LIKE THAT

-im sorry but turning people into relics? thats... thats the best you could come up with? plus, like, how does that even work? in mcd it’s established that relics are separate entitles that choose their wielder, based on a ‘personal’ connection (being a descendent of a previous wielder) or if they’re a good match personality and (i think?) moral wise. so the whole turning-people-into-relics doesnt make much sense to be honest.

-irene really over here using her god powers to only keep her friends alive like god damn not a great god if you ask me

-can i talk about how incredibly predictable aphmaus death was? like i just kinda sat there waiting for it to happen and when it did i literally went “haha! wonder when she’ll be revived” because god forbid we actually kill off characters

-when aphmau + demon warlock fought in the irene dimension there was no passage of time whatsoever in the real world whiiiiiiiiich really bothers me because they fought in there for at least a few minutes

-speaking of aphmau and the demon warlocks fight does it bother anyone else that it had to be aaron who took over the fight?? like we get it hes the big protector blah blah blah but god damn it wouldve been cooler if aphmau had fought this battle as her. aaron fighting this battle was so underwhelming

-...love. like, thats the only thing thats needed to break out of a forever potion? love? LIKE YEAH, GOOD GUYS GOTTA WIN SOMEHOW, but its just so cliche and overdoneeee

-oh yeah and also when travis went bonkers and became the demon warlock or whatever, why’d he only take over katelyn and garroth?? like, zane had been influenced by the potions in the past as well? DONT GET ME WRONG--i do love some good brother edge, but uh, the demon warlock was just bein kinda a dumbass by not possessing zane too just sayin’

-can aaron please go to fucking jail for mass murder now like holy shit, he just got sent home on a fuckin boat. also why did blaze forgive him for killing him thats not even remotely realistic. then again, nothing in mystreet has ever been realistic when it comes to characters and motives and personalities, (cough katelyn being actually abusive and travis being an actual pervert) but yknow whatever

-katelyn and kawaii chan literally added nothing to the plot whatsoever. like lets be real, katelyn lost her personality the moment season 5 started and kawaii chan just kinda sits there :I

-ok im sorry this was bound to come up but cmon guys imagine laurances potential if he was in season 6 like god damn this is beyond maddening. AND YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN A REALLY REALLY COOL PARRALLEL?? IF IT WAS LAURANCE WHO SNAPPED GARROTH OUT OF HIS MIND CONTROL THING, because it would mimic laurance’s speech to get garroth to snap out of his rage in season 1, episode 100 of minecraft diaries. like how fuckin rad would that have been? missed opportunity

-also?? why does kim/ghost know magicks?? like, if i remember correctly, emmalyn is a scholar--not someone who knew magicks. i mean, i guess research? study?? but its been established that knowing how magicks works =/= being able to use magicks. i dunno, just doesnt seem right i guess. maybe its explained, i wouldnt know (yes i know that makes me look like a dick leave me alone)

-melissa should have stayed dead. LIKE, NO, ITS NOT AS SIMPLE AS “haha it takes more than a few bullets to kill me”??? look ive got nothing wrong with melissa (cough lie cough) but yknow it would have just been cool a character... stay dead? for once? its just too fuckin cliche that shes alive god damn

-can i also just say the only good thing that came out of season 6 was travis’ dads sacrifice like damn that made me actually sad

-howww was lucinda turned into a relic. or yknow, anyone else? like im sure they explain it better in the actual show i just dont remember, but its just that easy? turning anyone into a relic? granted, a normal person wouldnt be able to produce a good relic, but idk man. IM JUST SAYING; that the only really powerful relics that aphmau should have been able to wield is the one that aaron + zane produced because shad relic and esmund relic moment. lucinda isnt even like, connected to a divine warrior. ALSO, another point, if its seriously that powerful of a relic getting one from just a magic user like lucinda, why go through the trouble? i mean i guess ofc youd want the “all powerful” one that the ultima produces but i mean damn whats the point

-ok this is just going to bother me but in one of the episodes (i think might have been in season 5 actually) where that like, guardian dude was chasing aphmau and zane and at one point they split up and the dude just chuckles at zane diverting paths and goes under his breath “youre not the important one here”, suggesting that aphmau somehow is? first of all, id argue that any ro’meave is significantly more important than aphmau was, especially not knowing much about her other than that shes with aaron. i might be missing some bits an pieces, but if i was that dude id forget about aphmau and go after zane

-killing off derek for shock factor sucked, and i know the moment was supposed to be really sad because like “oh :( aarons dad is sacrificing himself for his son” but lets be real dereks still was a shitty father and i dont think his reasons for doing what he did was very good at all

-less about plot or more like: why the absolute fuck did the gang bring kim along instead of, oh i dont know, a life-long friend? like, laurance or dante maybe?? im sure its explained, i never saw aphmaus year or most of season 5, but god DAMN id hate to be apart of this friend group AND GOD LIKE, imagine reconnecting with an old friend who ends up getting closer to your best friends and taking priority in their lives over you (cough laurance) like god damn lol

-im just going to preface this one with: i dont remember everything that’s happened, so if im wrong i apologize in advance--but (you actually can correct me if im wrong and please do) didnt like, irene reincarnate her friends in order to give them better lives? I DONT KNOW IF THIS IS TRUE, ITS JUST WHAT I REMEMBER--however, if im correct, then:

a. why the hell would she bring back someone like zane, or gene, or ivy, etc.

b. why the hell do they all have the same exact names? first and last? again, im aware that the whole mystreet+mcd tie wasn’t originally supposed to be there, but i dont think that means such a coincidence can be excused? its just a bit much if you ask me.

c. why the hell is the fact that (as much as i literally hate this) aaron is a decedent of shad being ignored? like, you’d think that something like this would be something thats actually important, or something the demon warlock couldve taken advantage of. or are we completely erasing every other connections to divine warriors besides aphmau + irene? because even if irene did reincarnate them or do whatever it is she did, does she even have the power to sever the connections between them and their ancestors? my guess is, no.

d. speaking of irene why on earth was aphmau able to talk to/see irene, they’re literally the same person are they not? did she like, fuckin reincarnate herself without actually doing it?? BUT--i will give it to them, the demon warlock did refer to aphmau as something along the lines of being “one of the 3 parts of her broken soul” or something like that. however, my point still remains. also what are the other two did i miss that or is it never explained

now; if irene in fact did not ‘reincarnate’ her friends then please ignore that little bit right there :)

but yes, those are a few of the problems i have with season 6 off the top of my head. i would go into like, season 4 and 5 more as well, but i honestly didnt feel like it. at some point i might go into other things, like how important laurance could have been to the plot of these later seasons, or HELL, even dante. i might also go into what could have made season 4, 5, and 6 actually good--maybe... a rewrite? perhaps? but im getting too far ahead of myself, so i just leave you with this for now.

and i know that as soon as i post this 15 more things are just going to pop into my head BUT im going to try and not edit this post because why stress myself with that even more

anyways thank you for coming to my tedtalk

#in conclusion i hate it here #lets go back to mystreet bein slice of life pls #anyways tune in next week for 'the hell is pdh??'#aphmau #mcd #mystreet #minecraft diaries #please ignore these next tags im just promoting relentlessly #garroth ro'meave #zane ro'meave #aaron lycan #kawaii chan #kim mystreet #laurance zvhal #pls i have no idea how to tag posts #rant

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nightowlfandom · 4 years ago

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Soryu Oh- Bully Me

VOLTAGE FANDOM WHERE YOU AT! Also who here has the Love 365 app? i need to know I’m not lonely lol.

A person sent me a chat message but asked to remain anon, I forgot to screenshot, my bad.

Leggo.

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Just make it to the door, make it to the door. Almost there!

You made a beeline from the front desk to the doors. If you were able to avoid those damned bidders, you could finally have some time to breathe. Those assholes always had something for you to do. Whether it be washing dirty underwear, or doing something stupid like polishing picture frames for three hours straight.

“Come on, come on!” you sped up even more. “Almost there-”

“There you are!”

DAMNIT! So close.

You froze midstep, hearing Baba’s familiar voice call out to you. He came onto your field of vision, wearing that mischievous smile you detested. He was planning something.

“Um, H-hello.” you straightened up abruptly, staring down at your shoes. “I was just about to-”

“Leave? But why? You have duties to attend to, maid.” he tapped your nose with his finger as if you were a child being told you were silly.

“I just clocked out.” You began to explain. “Plus I’m off for the rest of the day.”

“All the more reason to jump on tomorrow’s work.” he grabbed your wrist and began walking towards the elevator. “Plus, I’m sure the other men will have jobs for you to complete as well.”

“Of course they do.” you sighed in defeat, allowing him to pull you along. Leave it to them to not be able to do anything by themselves. It was almost like they loved torturing you.

You made it to the top floors, still in Baba’s grasp as he walked out. “Look who I found trying to sneak off!”

“Now, Koro. Why would you want to avoid us?” Ota walked out the kitchen to greet you two.

“My name isn’t Koro!” you snapped in reply. You instantly covered your mouth with your other hand. The first rule of working for these guys was to never speak without being spoken to first, and especially not outburst.

“Seems as if, Maid hasn’t learned the rules yet,” Baba laughed gleefully. Glad to know he as entertained by all this. You, on the other hand were mortified. Damnit, Y/N. You’ve been doing this for years, get it together!

“Do you think she needs to be punished?” Ota questioned, smiling.

“Hey idiots, leave her alone.” another voice made its presence known. Soryu came out of the elevator, looking like usual aloof and angry self. “I don’t know why you insist on being so childish but do it elsewhere.” he snapped. Soryu didn’t like you. He made it very obvious. You were so uncomfortable around him.

“Oh come on.” Baba finally released your wrist. “It’s fun to bully, Y/N! You should try it out some time.” he crossed his arm and stared at him. You shifted your weight from one leg to the other, not sure what to do.

“I’d rather eat dirt.” he replied coldly. You weren’t sure if he meant well or not, but for some reason that comment kind of hurt your feelings. Would he rather eat dirt than deal with you, or-

“You.” a snap caught you off guard. Soryu was pointing right at you, looking impatient. “You’re done for the day. Go” he nodded back towards the elevators.

“Yes sir.” you said quickly, bolting for the doors. It seemed like forever waiting for the golden sliding doors to open. You could feel all of their gazes on your back.

Finally, the elevator door slid open, allowing you to scurry in.

...(The Next Day)

“And done.” you finished mopping the floors as you were instructed to do by Mr. Ichinomiya. The entire room was spotless thank to you. Sure, your hard work would definitely go unnoticed but you didn’t care. Being stuck cleaning an entire penthouse wasn’t your idea of a great work day but as long as you could do it in peace, you were fine.

“Helloooo, Maid!” A voice sang. Spoke. Too. Soon.

Baba skipped in again, tipping his fedora to you like the gentleman he wasn’t. “All done for the day?”

“Um...I-” you began to speak, but kept cutting yourself off. If you said yes, he would start messing with you. If you said no, he’d know you were a liar.

“She’s with me today.” you felt something wrap around your wrist and pull you away from Baba. Soryu had a firm grip on you that you found it impossible to let so.

“Aha! So I was right.” you heard Baba’s voice fade as you were dragged into the elevator. Right about what?

Soryu pulled you in with him and shoved his keycard into a slot. You weren’t going to his floor, were you?! Wait, no you couldn’t! “Um...Sir?” you tried to speak.

“No talking.” He cut you off with his firm voice. “We have matters to discuss.”

“Okay then.” you said quietly. You couldn’t protest and you definitely wouldn’t. All you could do was stand there and flatten yourself against the wall. You weren’t prepared for whatever was about to happen. You weren’t ready! You so ready ready. No way in hell were you ready! Your thoughts were too jumbled to even register the elevator doors open.

“Follow me.” Soryu said, walking forward without looking at you. You quietly trailed behind him, heading straight for his room. You followed behind him quietly. Your heart was racing a million miles a minute. Once you made it to his bedroom, you were left to just stare at him as he locked the door. The stone cold mobster sighed deeply before turning to you, slowly undoing his silk lavender tie.

“Um...Why are we here?” you found it in yourself to finally speak.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he huffed. “I’m gonna bully you.” he took a step forward, letting his tie drop to the floor. “I’m gonna mess with you and pick on you.” he stood over you.

“I’m sorry, what?” you stepped back. “Mr. Oh, what are you talking about?”

“You’re gonna let me bully you like you let Mitsunari do.” he said threateningly. “Understand?”

“I don’t let him bully me.” you tried to explain. “He just does.”

“You’re a terrible liar. You let him mess with you because you’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

“No!” you said a little to loudly. “I am not in love with Baba, I’ve never been!”

Soryu made a partially confused face, which in turn confused the hell out of you. “You’re not?”

“Of course not!” you shook your head. “I don’t look at any of the other men that way.”

Soryu glared at you, but not his usual glare. This was different. Jealousy, maybe? “I don’t believe you.”

“W-well you should. I like someone else.” you found yourself saying. You instantly regretted it. No one was really supposed to know that, especially not the culprit himself.

“Who?” He asked, his eyebrows narrowed. “Don’t bullshit me, maid.”

Call it hypocritical, but hearing him call you that made you feel strange, way different that the inner dread you felt when Baba called you that.

“Y-you, Soryu.”

For once, the seemingly cool mobster lost his cool. He began fumbling around as if he didn’t know what to do. You noticed his cheeks turn completely pink. It was kind of...cute.

“Me? You’re in love with...me?” he asked, flustered as all hell. “I don’t do schoolgirl crushes, you know that.”

“I’m aware.” you said boldly, which surprised both him and yourself. “Why do you think I put up with those assholes every damn day.”

“...because of me?” the corners of his mouth turned up. “You let those assholes near you because-”

“...It means I get to see you...even if you don’t like me-”

“What? No!” Soryu went from stone cold to looking like a complete nerd. “I mean...um...I’ve grown interested in you as well.”

“Oh...really?” you fought back the smile threatening to rise on your face.

“Yeah...” he replied. “So...you’re not allowed to be alone with those men ever again.”

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srose-foxfire · 4 years ago

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“Letting Go” (After Judas Contract)

A/N: Thank you @eschercaine for inspiring this prompt. I hope you like this, I had to really restrain myself into leaving this as a one-shot and not a long fic lol.

Check out @eschercaine ‘s prompt suggestion here.

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“Through the mist, I see the face,

Of an angel, calls my name,

I remember you’re the reason,

I have to stay.”

~ Pale by Within Temptation ~

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“Damian, everyone’s just worried about you. You hardly come out of your room, you hardly eat, and-” Raven’s voice cracked and it only made Damian fear what she might have to add. He didn’t want to hear it, not from her.

“We’re worried of who you’re becoming.” Not that. Anything but that. Damian was glad he had his back turned to her, he didn’t want Raven to see how much her words stinged him. But she was right to fear him, Damian was fearing himself. Just last month they had to bury an empty casket to honor their fallen titan; Terra. Everyone cried, especially Gar but Damian felt losing Terra was his own damn fault. If he uncovered the truth sooner, he could have saved her from Slade. He could have helped her to be out of his control but it was all too late. She sacrificed herself in the end to end Deathstroke. After her passing, Damian allowed an immense rage to consume him, which started affecting him while out on patrol in Jump City.

The team was investigating an underground-chain selling and trafficking children. Some of these buyers trained them to become killers for their own dirty work, making Damian think back to how Slade used Terra for his own game. With both loss and rage filled inside him, Damian let out all his furry towards the crooks. He left them far worse than when he fought Ubu when he first came to Gotham.

Justice was served, but at the price Robin is being seen as a public menace. Now Damian was getting lectures from both his father and Grayson. Part of him knew he should care and listen to his family’s concerns for him, but Damian couldn’t care any less. This made him shut himself from the world. Everyone gave him space, for they knew best not to mess with the grandson of the late Demon Head or the son of Batman. Well everyone, except her.

Raven had teleported into his room, one to confront him and try to reason with her teammate. Damian finally turned around to face her, he took a few steps toward her and stood before her. He was still a little shorter than Raven, but he wouldn’t let that intimidate him.

“Don’t give me your pity, I can handle myself-” Damian couldn’t finish his sentence, for Raven had slapped him very hard on his cheek.

“You idiot! When are you gonna understand that it’s not just you! You’re part of a team, Damian! A team that values and cares about you! Know that when you’re down it affects everyone else!”

“I know you’re hurting.” Raven said more softy. “I can feel it. Damian keeping all that pain inside of you isn’t good. Trust me.”

Damian clicked his tongue in annoyance, that she had figured him out. He turned his back towards her hoping that the silence would make her go away. He wasn’t in the mood to fight, especially with Raven. Still hearing her breath behind him, Damian sighed and turned to face her. He was going to ask her to leave him be, but he didn’t. For the minute he turned around Raven wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Let it all out Damian.” She said softy. “Just let go.”

And Damian did. For the first time in his life tears started cascading down his face. He gasped as his chest started to ache terribly and the tears continued to stream. He struggled to even cry, he tried to speak but his voice was quavering and all the words he tried to say came out incoherent mumbles. This was pathetic, he was pathetic allowing himself to become so weak. One of the lessons he learned from his late grandfather was never to allow himself to become too attached, never to show any emotion for that would be a sign of weakness. And so when he lost both his grandfather and mother, Damian never once cried for them. He kept all that sadness bottled up inside him.

Damian felt Raven tighten her arms around him, this made him cry even harder. He couldn’t stop and yet part of him didn’t want to stop. With shaky hands, Damian brought them up and wrapped them around her. He shut his eyes and continued to cry into Raven’s shoulder. All the pain, all the sorrow, and fears he has ever endured was finally being let out. He could hear Raven cooing soft words into his ears, he did not understand one word because they were muffled out by his crying; but deep down he knew she was trying to comfort him.

They stood there in the middle of his room, holding each other very tightly. When he felt his eyes finally stop creating more tears to shed. Damian slowly pulled away from the sorceress before him. Raven did the same but still kept her arms around him, she offered him a gentle smile and brought her thumb to wipe one last tear making its way down his face. Raven learned in and gave Damian a small peck on his cheek where she had rubbed his last tear away.

Raven pulled away, and looked to the side as she said; “sorry. Whenever I cried, my mom would kiss my cheek. Made me feel happy inside, hope this makes you happy?”

Damian cleared his throat fearing his voice may crack due to all his crying; “it does. Thank you.”

“No problem, what are friends for?” Raven gave him one last gentle hug, before letting go and turning towards his door. She reached for the doorknob and looked back at him, “if you need to talk, just come and knock on my door.”

Damian could only nod, as she walked out of his room closing the door behind her. Damian went to his bed and layed down on his back, he brought his hand towards the cheek she wiped and kissed. He thought back to their conversation:

Friends. He had made valuable friendships since joining the Titans, but Raven’s friendship was most precious to him for she was the one to first open up to him. She truly understood him like no one else has. While he cried he was finally able to realize the way she made him feel inside. The way she would brighten his day when he was in a foul mood. Damian’s heart started thumping heavily in his chest, this made everything so much clearer to him. That he was in love with Raven.

He silently vowed to himself that he would do anything to keep her safe from this world’s dangers. He also made a vow he would change for her, he would become someone worthy for her love. He will not and never allow himself to revert back to the weapon of destruction his grandfather was training him to become. Damian turned on his side, looking at the picture frame he had of the Titans when Terra had joined them. His emerald eyes then turned to Raven who was standing between him and Kori. She was smiling.

Hopefully someday he could confess to her his feelings and be by her side forever.

#damirae #teen titans: the judas contract #demonbirds #Damian Wayne #damian x raven #raven-x-damian #raven roth #raven and robin #DC Universe #dc universe 52

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idy-ll-ique · 4 years ago

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This Can't Be.

Pairing: Tom Holland x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (enemies to friends to lovers)

Warnings: mentions of an eating disorder, curse words lol

Requested: By anonymous

How about a Tom Holland x Reader where the reader is also famous and they fight a lot, and then a few days later she stops eating, and ends up exhausted and passes out and he goes to her house crying and apologizing, well, do it cry lol.

Summary: Y/N and Tom are in a new movie together but they don't really get along. Tom calls her a fatty, so she tries to lose weight by starving herself. After she ends up in the hospital, they make amends.

Author's Note: Hi y'all! A request after a such a long time! Also, I would like to apologize to anon if this isn't exactly what you were looking for. I still hope you like it.

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Y/N POV:

"Tom from Marvel? Surely… surely you mean Tom Hiddleston?" I blurted out, my eyes going wide. "No, honey, Tom Holland. He's much closer to you by age, he's the perfect fit," my manager said, giving me a small smile. She knew how much I loathed that man.

"No, shut the fuck up, this can't be! It can't! You know I hate that overgrown manchild—"

"Please, Y/N. Try to understand. This movie can be your next big thing. It's offering a lot of money and they specifically requested for you. Come on, sharing one kiss with him can't be that bad," Ellie tried reasoning. "It can be that bad! I don't like him! It will be awkward! Why don't they choose Zen? She's awesome and they get along well!" I whined, covering my eyes with the palms of my hands.

"She has already done a lot of movies with him. From what I've heard, she rejected this movie and suggested your name. Come on, do it," Ellie urged tiredly. I groaned and flopped down on the bed. "Fine, I'll do it. If I end up murdering that man, try to save me," I muttered. Ellie laughed and left my room.

I curled up on the bed, my stomach turning. Just his name made bile rise up my throat and my blood boil. "Fucking Holland," I hissed under my breath. It all began on the sets of one of the movies we did together as teenagers, called Exile. The thing is, he— wait a minute.

My brows furrowed. What did he even do to me to make me hate him so much? "Come to think of it…" I mumbled, desperately trying to remember why I disliked him. "Eh, still," I huffed; even if I couldn't remember the reason, I hated him.

I got off the bed and went to the bathroom for I had an interview coming up soon.

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Tom POV:

"Ew, Y/N? Are you fucking kidding me, mate? I can't do this movie with her," I spat, glaring at Harrison. "Why do you even hate her? She's such a sweet person," he sighed exasperatedly. "I— she just aggravates me so much! Plus, she decided to hate me first! She is never polite to me, why should I like her?" I stammered, throwing my arms up.

"Whatever. You are doing the movie and you are doing it with her. It's just one fucking kiss, dude, you'll be fine," Harrison said, rolling his eyes. I huffed and looked away when he walked out of the room. "Fucking Y/L/N," I hissed, crossing my arms.

She irked me so much. She always called me names and teased me. Except, when she teased me, she meant every word— she bullied me. I wondered if she had matured and decided to leave our childish banter behind but knowing her, I knew it was impossible. She was an overgrown child. "As if she has grown up," I laughed cruelly.

I shook my head and ridded myself from the thoughts of her, putting on my jacket. I had plans of going to the nearby bar with Harry, Haz and Sam. I wouldn't let Y/N destroy my night with the boys.

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Y/N POV:

"Ugh, is he even coming? See, you can never expect him on time! Probably putting on his diaper or something, that takes time," I grunted, glaring at nothing on the wall in front of me. "Stop being rude, Y/N. Please, leave this old, childish and irrelevant banter and grow up. You don't even remember why you fought with him."

"It's just…" I looked away from Ellie and she rubbed my arm, a small sigh escaping her lips. "Where is she?" I heard and looked up. Tom was looking for me. "Over here, asshole," I called out and he stared at me. For a brief second, a look of confusion and shock came over his face. Then he quickly snapped out of it.

"Still the same entitled brat, I see. I would love working with you," he said with faux affection, a sarcastic smile on his face. "Likewise. Are we done here? I don't want to waste my time with you, I have lots more important things to do. To be honest, really everything is more important than you, so…" I poked my tongue out at him and walked away.

When I was about 15 feet away from him, I wrapped my arms around myself. For the first time in forever, I actually felt guilty about being so rude to him. Maybe Ellie was right, why should I fight with him if I didn't even remember why we started? I couldn't let down my guard now, though, I was too deep into this mess.

If I tried to be more cordial, he would start taunting me even more. I would snap and insult him, thus starting our fight all over again. I'd just have to swallow my guilt and keep being rude, I guess. I shook my head and walked out of the place.

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Tom POV:

"How are you, Ellie?" Despite having enmity with Y/N, I really liked her manager. Ellie, unlike Y/N, was cute, sweet and polite. "Hi Tom, I'm good! I'm sorry about Y/N. I tried to tell her that your banter is childish but she completely ignored me," she sighed and we hugged each other.

"Y/N is a stupid bitch, you don't need to pay attention to her. She has always been rude and bratty, at least you're not like her. You're so much better," I chuckled. Ellie and Haz shook hands, smiling at each other. "Are you sure you'll be comfortable working with each other? What if the fight escalates?" Ellie asked worriedly.

"I will try my best to be friendly with her, I won't let the fight escalate. Nothing should ruin the movie," I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "I don't know why she wants to fight with you, Tom. She herself told me she didn't remember why you fought in the first place and now…"

"Wait, she what?" My eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Yes! She doesn't remember why you started your banter and now she won't listen to me when I tell her to give up the enmity," Ellie said, her lips pulled into a thin line. "Wait, I don't… I don't remember either…" I mumbled. Haz and Ellie looked at each other.

"Why don't you two just try to be friends? Please? Both of you are amazing people, this banter is nonsensical," Haz insisted. "I'll try my best but I don't know about her dram—"

"Tom."

"Ugh, sorry!"

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Y/N POV:

"Yo, wassup pussy! Too scared, huh? No wonder your roast game is weak AF," I laughed, walking into the room with a packet of chips in my hands. Two months had passed since we started working together. For some reason, though, he absolutely didn't try to rile me up with his smartass comments. Somehow, I felt as if he was holding back, but I don't know… I had to find out.

He looked at me and rolled his eyes. "Will you shut up, fatty? I'm trying to do something here and working without your overweight ass will be so much easier! I tried to end our fight but you surely don't want to grow up! Leave and don't come back," he snapped, glaring at me.

I froze. His comment… actually hurt. It hurt me in my heart. Fatty. Overweight. I looked at the packet of chips in my hands and walked up to the nearby bin, throwing it away. I tried to hold my tears in as I ran out of the room to my trailer. Once I was in the comfort of my own trailer, I let the tears roll down my eyes.

For 15 minutes, I sat crying. I felt ashamed of insulting him, now. He grew up. I was still the rude teenager he worked with in Exile. Of course he hated me, I hadn't been nice to him at all. This was my fault. When I finally stopped crying, I looked at myself in the mirror.

I promised myself that I would be more polite to him after this.

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Tom POV:

"Yo, where is Y/N? Our scene starts in five minutes! Ellie?" I questioned, looking at her. "The last time I checked she was in her trailer, should I go check on her?" she offered. I shook my head. "Let me go." I walked out of the room and went to her trailer. "Y/N! Don't you know our scene starts in five minutes? Get your ass up!"

When I got no snide remark in return, my brows furrowed. What was she doing in there? "Y/N?" I called out, knocking on the door. The door, I found out, was open. Against my own wish, I opened the door. A loud gasp escaped my lips. "Y/N!" I shouted, swiftly climbing into the trailer.

She had fallen on the floor, unconscious, her head resting against the bed. My eyes widened in horror when I observed her pale skin and skinny body. Her bones were poking out; it looked as though she was wearing her skin on her skeleton like spandex. "Y/N!" I whispered, picking her up. My heart broke when I noticed how lightweight she was.

"Tom? We heard you shou— what happened?" Ellie gasped, running towards me. "She's too cold, we need to take her to the hospital," I spoke rapidly. The two of us called an ambulance and within half an hour, Y/N was being taken to the hospital. Ellie and I were with her.

"What happened? She… she looks so skinny…" I asked Ellie, my chest heaving. "Fucking hell! She wasn't eating! Every time I offered food she said she wasn't hungry or that she ate already… now I know! She was starving herself! It's been 5 months, she hasn't eaten a single thing—"

5 months. I knew what happened 5 months ago. "Will you shut up, fatty?" I whispered, a sharp pain coursing through my chest. She wasn't eating because I called her fat. I shouldn't have, not when she wasn't fat at all! This was all my fault. Why did I let this happen?

"Tom, is everything okay?" I looked at Ellie, snapping out of my thoughts. "Uh, yeah— yeah I'm good," I muttered. Upon reaching the hospital, Y/N was immediately put up for an emergency operation.

I stayed at the hospital for 5 hours with Ellie, that's how long her operation took. The shooting was temporarily put on hold and news outlets started talking about Y/N being in the hospital. The hospital was shut down.

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Y/N POV:

Darkness. All around me. What happened? Where was I? I tried to open my eyes but it hurt. I groaned and forced them open, trying to sit up. I moved my hands but found out they were connected to something. "Ms Y/L/N!" a surprised voice gasped. "Where am I?" I moaned.

"I'm Dr Watson, you're at the hospital," he said soothingly, scribbling something down on his notepad. "Like Sherlock?" I chuckled weakly, giving him a smile. "I've been asked that many times. Good to know you're feeling better, Y/N," he smiled, ruffling my hair.

He then proceeded to walk out of the room. A few seconds later, Ellie and Tom walked in. "What the fuck, Y/N? You thought starving yourself while shooting a movie was important? Why did you do this? You gave us all a heart attack!" Ellie scolded, glaring at me. I looked away, ashamed.

"I know someone didn't care," I muttered. "If you're thinking of me, you're wrong. I found you unconscious, Y/N, and brought you here. Of course I cared. I would also like to apologize for my rude remark, I shouldn't have called you that," he said, rubbing the back of his head.

I stared at him. He brought me here? "Oh, uh, thank you, I guess," I said softly, giving him a small smile. He smiled back. "I'm going to speak to the doctor, you stay here." Ellie left the room. Tom looked around and finally pointed to the bed. "May I?" he asked awkwardly.

"Sure," I laughed. He grinned and sat down near my abdomen. For a few minutes, there was silence between us. "So, I guess we should stop fighting, huh? I mean, none of us remember why we fought, so…" Tom said, looking out of the window. "You're right. Friends?"

"Friends." We shook hands, smiling at each other. "I'm sorry for all the rude things I've called you over the years, I really am," I apologized sincerely. "I'm sorry, too. Maybe we can forget all that and try to get to know each other?" Tom suggested. "I like that idea," I chuckled.

"Why did you starve yourself, though?" he asked quietly. "Every time I saw food, your voice echoed in my head. Fatty. I lost my appetite and didn't eat," I explained, looking at my lap. "I'm so sorry," he said, frowning at me. "It's okay, I'm fine now. We're friends now, I'll be fine." We gave each other small smiles.

Turns out, I had to stay at the hospital for a month and after that, the shooting would resume. Every single day for a month, Tom and I hung out at the hospital. Our getting-to-know-each-other sessions were going really well; we actually had a lot of interests in common! I would've known this, of course, if I wasn't too busy fighting with him for absolutely no reason.

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Tom POV:

"Today's the kiss scene, right?"

I fixed my bow tie, running a hand through my hair. "Yeah. Thankfully we're friends now, it shouldn't be that awkward." I grinned at Harrison. He grinned back. "I'm glad. Your fight was pointless anyway."

We left my trailer and walked towards the sets. When I walked in, I paused— Y/N was looking adorably stunning in the dress she wore. Her hair was done amazingly and she was chatting with Ellie. Not many people were at the set today, the scene was going to be shot privately.

I had to admit, after hanging out with her for a month, I started forming a crush on her. Maybe I could ask her out on a date, see how that worked out… "Tom! Here!" I looked at Y/N, who waved me over. I walked to her, a wide smile on my face. "You're looking really beautiful," I complimented, smirking a bit when she blushed.

"Not too shabby yourself, sir," she winked. "If you're ready, shall we start?" the director called out. The two of us gave our signals and took our place. The setting was such: A ballroom, the two of us were dancing. We simply had to say I love you and give each other a kiss. Not too difficult, we would be done in five minutes.

"And… action!"

We said those three words to each other, smiled dreamily and leaned forward. When our lips connected, I felt real-life butterflies in my stomach. I liked Y/N and the kiss… the kiss was amazing. "Cut!" We pulled away. After gazing at each other for ten seconds, we burst out giggling. "You're a pretty good kisser, Tom."

"Not too shabby yourself, ma'am," I teased, repeating her previous words. "Wanna get coffee after changing?" she asked, a twinkle in her eye. "Do I? Meet you at the gates in thirty minutes, last one there's a loser!"

"Tom, come back, ugh!" Y/N yelled as I ran towards my trailer. "It's not my fault you're wearing a dress!" I yelled back, laughing loudly. "Shut up!"

Our date went extremely well, needless to say.

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A/N: Leave a like! Thanks for reading!

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x female reader #tom holland characters #peter parker x reader #spiderman #disney #mcu #marvel #avengers #fanfic #writing #writeblr

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gryffindorcls · 4 years ago

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Open Your Eyes

Okay, it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, and I had WAY too much fun writing this one! This is @flashflashitsash‘s request from my Lovesquare Fluff Bingo. She asked for “Seat Buddies” with an identity reveal. (Sorry, Ash...Tumblr ate your ask lol) A big thank you to @falling-oceans for being my super awesome beta! (Also, being on a couch counts as seat buddies, right?)

If anyone else would like to request a bingo prompt, pick a number and a prompt from the board below, and send it to my inbox here.

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Marinette never considered herself a morning person. She hated that gritty feeling in her eyes and the thick taste in her mouth that always accompanied a pitiful night’s sleep. It was on days like this that the sun was her enemy and her pillow was her only consolation.

Unfortunately, today was one of those days.

Without opening her eyes, she flopped over, grabbed the blanket that covered her torso, and pulled it up to her chin.

In her groggy haze, Marinette’s hand searched for the familiar softness of her cat pillow. Her quest proved fruitless when her palm slid across a smooth, cotton-clad surface and collided with a fluffy mop. Her fingers tightened around the foreign object inside her personal bubble.

Did a cat sneak in through my hatch last night?

Then the mop groaned.

With a start, she recoiled her hand, but fear kept her eyes glued shut. Momentarily pushing the pillow texture mystery out of her head, Marinette gathered all the courage she could muster and moved her hand through the unidentified mass of silky strands.

The clenching in her gut lessened when she wasn’t immediately attacked, but she knew better than to let down her guard. Paris was no stranger to bizarre occurrences, and the last thing she needed was to be caught unawares by another one of Hawkmoth’s Akumas.

She didn’t want to fight the mop, but she would if she had to. After all, she was Ladybug. Albeit a detransformed Ladybug, but Ladybug nonetheless.

Marinette retracted her hand and let it slide down the strange pillow beneath her. She pressed against its surface only to find that it had little give and was somewhat chiseled.

What kind of mop is this?

“G-murnin.” The mop was speaking to her. “Swerm I?”

Well, it was mumbling, but it was sentient.

Please don’t be an Akuma.

Without warning, Marinette’s well-defined pillow-mop shifted beside her and took a deep breath. “Why hello, my lady! How do you manage to smell so good all the time?”

Marinette froze.

This was no pillow.

These were abs.

Very familiar abs.

Familiar abs that were definitely not in a super-suit right now.

“Chat!” His name came out as a squeak. “Please tell me that it’s really you! You’re not a talking pillow Akuma, right?”

His body shook with the rumble of a laugh. “It’s just me. No Akuma to fight right now.”

Marinette wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but a nagging worry still consumed her. “I’m not so sure about that, Chaton. Something’s not adding up right now.”

“Now that you mention it, all of this does seem a little strange.” A pair of strong, steady arms wrapped around her torso. “Don’t get me wrong, waking up next to you is a dream come true, but I’m definitely supposed to be at a friend’s house right now.”

“Me, too.” Marinette buried her face into her partner’s chest. “And neither of us are transformed for some reason, so don’t open your eyes.”

“Got it.”

“I’m serious! No peeking.”

“When have I ever given you a reason to not trust me?”

“Hmmm, let’s see. Well, there was the time when-”

He cut her off, sending her into a fit of giggles. “My lady!”

The mock hurt in his voice brushed away some of the uncertainty that shrouded her mind. “Don’t worry, Chaton. I trust you with my life.”

His arms tightened around her waist. “That’s good because you had me worried for a second there.”

She nuzzled her face against the crook of his neck, wanting more than anything to stay with him forever, but unfortunately there were more pressing matters to attend to. “So, as much as I'm enjoying this unexpected cuddling session, we really do have to figure this out.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He sighed and pulled his head away from hers. “And it’s just my luck that I finally get to hold you in my arms like this and it’s probably because of stupid Hawkmoth.”

“Sorry, kitty, but if it’s any consolation, I’m really enjoying it...even though we might be in danger.”

“None of this makes any sense! We aren't supposed to detransform unless we’ve used our powers, and I don't remember fighting a second Akuma yesterday. Come to think of it, I don't remember transforming at all last night.”

“Neither do I. The last time we were transformed was when we fought Masked-Tape, but that was in the middle of the day.”

“Surprisingly, this new problem is an even stickier situation than the one he created.”

“Focus, Chat Noir! Now is not the time for jokes!”

“Sorry, my lady, but I haven’t been able to focus since you gave me that little parting gift yesterday.” His mouth came dangerously close to her neck, allowing the warmth of his breath to cling to her skin. “And you kind of ran away before we could talk about it.”

Heat rushed to her cheeks. “I was about to detransform! What else was I supposed to do?”

“So, does that mean that you leaving was not meant to be a reflection of the quality of that kiss?” His breath once again caressed her bare skin as he spoke, sending a shiver through her body. "Because you have no idea how worried I was about that last night."

“I'm sorry you felt that way. I never meant for you to think that I didn't like it." Marinette turned her head and rested her nose against his. "I loved it, and I wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime.”

“Oh, really?” His lips ghosted hers, sending her thoughts into a frenzied blur. “Because kissing you was the greatest moment of my life.”

“But it wasn’t our first kiss.”

“But it was the first one I remembered. And correct me if I’m wrong, but I think it was the first one that meant something to you.”

Her breath hitched. “It meant everything to me. You mean everything to me.”

Chat erased the remaining space between them and gently pressed his lips against hers. Unlike the previous day’s kiss that had taken place after watching her partner nearly die, this one was soft and cautious. She leaned into the kiss, giving him silent encouragement.

It had taken years, but Marinette was happy with how her relationship with Chat had evolved. Shortly after she’d become the new Guardian, there was a brief period where he stopped using any nicknames when addressing her. She hadn’t realized that she’d missed it as much as she did until she heard him refer to her “my lady” after a particularly difficult Akuma battle. From there, her heart slowly began softening towards his affections.

Giving up her first crush had been painful but necessary. Adrien belonged with someone else. Even though she still loved him, Marinette had managed to become good friends with Adrien, and she learned how to open herself up to the possibility of loving someone else. After coming to this conclusion, she knew it was only a matter of time before she finally allowed herself to fall in love with her partner.

For years, she’d been brushing away her feelings for him, but yesterday had given her the wake-up call she’d needed. Sure, Adrien would always hold a special place in her heart, but without a doubt, she was also deeply in love with Chat Noir.

And now, he was here, and she was in his arms. While the situation was not ideal, she felt safe and loved.

Marinette lost herself in his essence. Her hands rested against his chest as his arms tightened around her torso. His breath tasted sweet on her lips, and the steady thrum of his heartbeat against her open palm sent fireworks shooting through her veins. Their connection was electric.

When the need to breathe finally overtook her senses, she pulled away from his face, and the coolness of the morning air sent her thoughts hurtling back towards reality.

Chat shifted beneath her, but before his lips met hers once again, she turned her head away from his. “We still have a problem to solve.”

“Ugh, fine. But I want an extra kiss later.” There was a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Deal.”

“Wait, really?”

“Chat, I will give you endless kisses if you can help me figure this out.” Doing her best to maintain some semblance of self-control, she gently pressed her lips against his jaw. “As many kisses as you want.”

“Wow.” A noise similar to that of a balloon slowly losing air manifested itself as a strained whine from Chat’s throat. “I’d like that.”

Marinette bit her lip in an attempt to hold back a laugh. “Then we should probably get to work.”

“You got it, my lady.” His voice cracked before he paused to clear his throat. “Um...what should we do first?”

She took a deep breath and did her best to focus. “Okay, well, let's retrace our steps. What’s the last thing you remember doing before you woke up this morning?”

“I was watching movies with some of my friends.”

“Me, too! Maybe it was a technology Akuma that brainwashed us or erased our memories.”

“I guess that would explain how we wound up on this couch together.”

“We’re on a couch?”

“It definitely feels like a couch.” The sound of his hand dragging across textured fabric heightened her senses. “Actually, it kind of feels like my friend’s couch.”

Her stomach dropped. “Does that mean we’re at your friend’s house?”

“Uhhh...probably?”

“Wait...is your friend here in the room with us?”

“Do you want me to look around and see?”

The only voices she’d heard since she'd woken up were theirs, so she had assumed that they were alone; however, the success of their escape plan hinged on their ability to speak freely.

“Yeah.” She nodded her head against his chest. “You can look. Just make sure you don’t look at me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of breaking your trust.” Chat kissed the top of her head, calming some of her nerves. “I’ll just take a quick look.”

Tension hung in the air as she awaited his findings. “Anyone else with us?”

“Okay, so we’re definitely in my friend’s apartment, but we’re alone right now.” A muffled crash and a chorus of laughter sounded from another room. “But I don’t know how long that will last.”

Marinette huffed. “Well, that’s just great! How are we supposed to get out of this without revealing our identities?”

Chat grew silent before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. “My lady, may I offer you a suggestion?”

The increased pressure of his body against hers sent her heart fluttering. “I’m listening.”

“What if, and try to stay with me here, okay?” He took a deep breath. “What if we stopped keeping our identities a secret?”

She deflated. “We can't do that.”

“Yes, we can.”

“You know we can’t know each other’s identities.”

“Would it really be the worst thing in the world if we did?” One of his hands slid off of her back and cradled her cheek. “We could open our eyes right now.”

Pressure began to build behind her eyes as tears threatened to fall. “Chat…”

“My lady, please. Just think about it!”

“But Hawkmoth…”

“Is going to get his butt kicked.” His breath came out as a chuckle. “Just imagine how much we could accomplish if we could plan and hunt for clues together as civilians.”

Her heart yearned for the world that Chat described, but the voice in the back of her mind screamed louder than her desires. “But it would put us in danger.”

“We are already in danger. We’re in danger just by feeling emotions, and we will continue to be in danger long after Hawkmoth is defeated. Danger is just one of those things that comes with having a Miraculous.”

“Master Fu was pretty adamant about us not knowing.”

“But he’s not here anymore, and you’re the Guardian. Do you know how much easier it would be if I could find you outside of the mask? What if I need more of that magic cheese? Or what if something happens and one of us can’t show up to a fight?”

Her racing thoughts came to a screeching halt, allowing the protest in her heart to shatter some of her resolve. “I never thought of it that way.”

“My lady, do you know how worried I am that one day you’ll just disappear and I won’t know how to find you?”

“That won’t happen.”

“But what if it does? I already had one important person in my life disappear. I barely made it through that, and losing you would break me.”

“Oh, Chaton.”

“I love you, Ladybug.” He nuzzled his cheek against her head. “I always have and I always will. I know this is scary, but not being able to get to each other if we’re in trouble is even scarier.”

She pressed a hand against his cheek. “I love you, too, Chat. You mean everything to me, and...”

“And?”

“And…” Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer to his face, attempting to drive away the rest of her inhibitions by finding safety in his steady embrace. “I think I’m ready to see who you are.”

She could hear the smile in his voice. “Then open your eyes.”

Marinette took a deep breath and allowed her eyelids to flutter, briefly letting light pierce through her self-inflicted darkness. A shock of blond moved in her periphery, forcing her eyes shut once again.

She slumped against him and silently cursed the fear that still prevented her from filling Chat’s request. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” Marinette knew he was right, but the nagging voice that was usually in the back of her mind was screaming in her ears.

“But it’ll change everything!” Her words tumbled out involuntarily, and when her brain finally registered what she’d said, a broken sob escaped her lips. “So much has changed already, and I don’t know if I’m ready for more.”

“Don’t forget that change can be good.” He buried his face in her hair and breathed in. “For starters, knowing will change how much we get to see each other, and it’ll change what name I put on the flowers I’m going to give to you on our first date. But it won’t change how I feel about you because we’re still the same people underneath the masks.”

“Yeah, we are.” The fear gripping her heart ebbed away as rosy visions of a life with her partner formed in her mind. “That’s what Tikki says to me all the time.”

“And she’s right. I’ll always be your partner who’s madly in love with you, and you will always be my brave and beautiful lady.”

“It would be nice to see what color your eyes really are.”

He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Fun fact...they’re still green.”

His breath tickled her skin, melting away any remaining trepidation and replacing it with an overwhelming need for more. She wanted that first date. She wanted to hear him say her name. She wanted to feel the touch of his hand on hers without the barrier of their suits.

With a renewed vigor, she made her decision. “Alright, I’m actually ready this time.”

He peppered her face with kisses, sending her into a fit of giggles. “Thank you, my lady. Thank you!”

“Well, someone’s excited!”

“I have been waiting three years for this moment. Of course, I’m excited! No, I’m beyond excited! I’m paws-sitively o-fur-joyed!”

“Okay, now I’m starting to rethink my decision.”

“Oh, you know you love my puns.”

Marinette did her best to stifle a laugh. “Hmmmm, I’ll have to think about that.”

“My lady,” he whined, “I thought we were having a moment!”

“Hey, you were the one who brought puns into the conversation.”

“I only pun when I’m comfortable, and I usually don’t feel comfortable enough to make jokes like that around most people in my civilian life. But I feel completely at ease with you, so think of me showing you my sense of humor outside of the suit as a compliment.”

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing that I love you.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “Puns and all.”

He pressed his forehead against hers. “How about we both look on the count of three?”

“Sounds purr-fect.”

“My silly kitty.” Shifting her position on the couch, Marinette pulled Chat into a sitting position and held his hands. “Ready? One.”

He gave her hands a gentle squeeze. “Two.”

“Thr...wait!” Marinette moved forward until her knee was touching his leg. “Before we open our eyes, could you do something for me?”

One of his hands moved to cup her cheek. “Anything.”

“Kiss me.” She leaned in further as his hand buried itself in her hair. “Kiss me like you kissed me last night.”

His lips crashed onto hers as his fingers pressed against the back of her head, erasing the space between them. Her hands eventually landed on his back and gripped his soft cotton t-shirt. The kiss transcended words, for she could feel his ceaseless declaration of love grow stronger with each passing second.

“Girl, I can totally see where you get your clumsiness from! Your dad just spilled an entire…OHMYGOD, YOU’RE KISSING ADRIEN!” Marinette opened her eyes and whipped her head towards the voice that had entered the room.

She shrieked and launched herself off of the couch, landing on the floor with a thud. Her heart pounded against her chest as she tried to catch her breath. As her vision became acclimated to the light, she scanned her surroundings only to find an equally stunned-looking Adrien Agreste holding his hand over his lips, curled up against the corner of the couch.

“Marinette.” The reverence in which he spoke her name almost made her forget that they were no longer alone. “Of course.”

“I heard screams. What happened?” A somewhat frazzled Nino burst into the room, hopped in front of his girlfriend, and assumed a battle-ready stance. “Is there an Akuma?”

Alya whipped out her phone. “No Akuma, but it seems as though our best friends have been holding out on us.”

Nino dropped his arms to his side and looked back at Alya. “So, no one’s hurt?”

“Marinette just flew off the couch, so she might be. But I think she’ll be just fine.” Alya smirked and turned towards Adrien. “Right, sunshine?”

“I...uh…” Adrien visibly swallowed. “What?”

“Are you going to let your girlfriend just sit on the floor like that?” Alya pointed at Marinette.

Nino held up a hand. “I’m sorry, did you just say girlfriend?”

“Yup. I came in to tell our Sleeping Beauties that breakfast was ready, and what do I find? These two making out.” Alya chuckled. “And let me just say, it’s about time.”

“Bro, why didn’t you tell me?” Nino slung his arm around Alya. “We should totally go on a double date sometime. Just think about how much fun we would have!”

Pressure began to build against her eardrums as she slowly began to process the events that had transpired over the last few minutes. The ever-growing ringing in her ears made it hard for her to concentrate on anything outside of her own thoughts. As her mind wandered, she entered her own private bubble, quieting the voices around her and allowing every hidden truth to make itself known.

She was in her house.

She’d been in her living room all night.

She’d just kissed Adrien Agreste.

And Adrien Agreste was Chat Noir.

“...and then Marinette yeeted herself off of the couch.” Alya’s voice slowly drifted back into focus. “And from the way she’s staring off into space right now, I’m guessing she might actually be hurt. Girl, are you okay? ”

Marinette shook herself away from her racing thoughts in time to see a wave of panic wash over Adrien’s features. “Are you hurt?”

Her body still felt somewhat numb from the shock, but a dull ache in her lower back was beginning to pulsate. “Only a little.”

Within seconds, Adrien was on the floor next to her, holding her in his arms. “Could you guys tell Marinette’s parents that we’ll be there in a few minutes? We just need a moment.”

Alya held up her phone and snapped a picture. “Oh, come on! This moment is too adorable to not capture. You won’t even know we’re here.”

“No, we need a few minutes alone this time.” Marinette could hear the exasperation simmering beneath the surface of his words.

“Aww, but you two are just so cute.”

“Alya, please...”

“Okay, fine! You two deserve your alone time, but I expect some details later.” Alya winked at Marinette, grabbed Nino’s wrist, and dragged him out of the room. “Come on, babe. Let’s see if Mr. Dupain still needs help cleaning up all that orange juice and flour.”

“Thank you!” Adrien called after her.

When they were alone once again, the room grew quiet. Adrien scooped Marinette into his lap and held her against his chest. She slowly felt the shock from the reveal begin to wane, and she found herself snuggling against him.

Her heart pounded against her chest, each thump another confirmation that the boy who held her in his arms was her true love, regardless of whether she called him Adrien or Chat. Of course, she’d fallen in love with him twice. Of course, he was her partner. There was no one else it could have been.

The more she thought about it, Chat’s identity was something she’d known in her heart all along. Her mind had pushed the idea away so many times, creating a wall between them, but now, there were no more secrets or barriers.

Her kitty had been right. Danger would follow them wherever they went, but as long as they had each other, they would be unstoppable against any force that threatened to tear them apart.

With him, she could be at peace.

“This definitely changes how I feel about you.” He declared, making her suddenly doubt every resolution her mind had just made.

“O-oh?” Her voice was shaky.

“I once said that I would love whoever was behind the mask, but I was wrong. I’ve had my suspicions of who Ladybug might be over the past few years, and I was only truly happy when I thought she was you.” Adrien kissed her temple, dissolving any hint of worry or doubt in her mind. “I always knew you were more than just a friend to me, but I was too scared to admit the truth.”

“The truth?” She met his gaze, finding nothing but adoration in his eyes.

His hair brushed against her cheek as he whispered into her ear. “That I am hopelessly in love with Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and I just fell in love with her even more.”

All the air rushed from her lungs, leaving her breathless. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she clung to Adrien’s shirt and buried her face against his chest. For the first time in years, she felt complete.

Adrien released her from his embrace and leaned back, seemingly unsure of what to do with his hands. “My lady, are you alright? What’s wrong? Is it something I said?”

Marinette shook her head, looped her arms around his neck, and pulled him close. “No, please don’t go away! I liked the hug.”

Adrien returned the gesture and began rubbing soothing circles on her back. “It’s okay. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

“Good.”

“Does this mean I didn’t do anything wrong?”

“Oh, kitty, no.” Marinette used the back of her hand to wipe the wetness off of her cheeks. “I’m just so happy.”

He leaned her forehead against hers. “That’s a lot of happy tears, Bugaboo. Are you sure everything is okay?”

“There’s just a lot of emotions to process right now, and I’m a little overwhelmed. I can’t believe that we’ve been in love with each other this whole time, and we never even knew.” She released a watery laugh. “We've been dancing around each other for years!”

“Okay, now I’m confused. You didn’t kiss me until yesterday, and you always told me that you were in love with someone else.”

She tightened her embrace. “Oh, my wonderful, kitty. Three years ago, I fell in love with a kind boy who gave me an umbrella after clearing up a misunderstanding. And then I slowly fell in love with him all over again, even though I called him by a different name.”

Adrien’s stunned expression made her giggle. “So, that means the other boy was…”

“You.”

“...me.”

“It was always you, Adrien. You have my whole heart.”

“My lady, can I kiss you again?” His breath ghosted her lips as his face inched closer to hers.

She could barely contain her smile. “You can kiss me whenever you want.”

This kiss was soft and gentle, for behind it was the promise of countless more just like it.

Another crash came from the kitchen followed by groans and laughs, prompting Marinette to pull away from Adrien. “I should probably go see if my parents need help.”

“Yeah.” Adrien chuckled. “At least we can spend time with each other a little later.”

“But you have to leave by ten for a photoshoot, and didn’t you say that your dad was expecting you to practice the piano when you got home?”

“Well, Adrien has to do all that stuff, but Chat is available to meet up with a certain Princess around say...seven o’clock? Purr-haps he’ll bring ice cream if that’s something the lady wants.”

Marinette leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. “It’s a date.”

Maybe early mornings weren’t out to get her, after all. Maybe the sun wasn’t really her enemy. And maybe this was the start of something wonderful.

Now that her eyes were open, she never wanted to close them again.

As she made her way out of the room, Marinette took Adrien’s hand and laced her fingers through his. He gave her hand a squeeze, sending a flurry of butterflies coursing through her body.

Yeah, she could definitely get used to days like this.

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i-stan-nct-and-satan · 5 years ago

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He Calls Me Kitten (Yandere)

Trigger warning: It’s yandere so it’s gonna be abusive. Don’t kink shame me lol

This is actually part 2 read part 1 here.

This was written in response to a request: yandere taeyong x extra obedient submissive female reader? smut. whatever you think about ~♡

This is my first time writing smut, so I hope ya’ll like it.

Taeyong X Reader Smut

It’s been a month since Taeyong threatened to hurt your friend. After you agreed to start following his rules, he locked you in your personal bedroom while he took her home. You have no idea how long he had her or how he managed to get her home without getting caught or even if he took her home at all. You still had no contact with the outside world so it wasn’t like you could send her a text or check in on her, All you knew was that if you disobeyed Taeyong you risked the lives of all those you care about, so you did what you had to. You submitted completely.

At first it was really difficult to follow his rules because there were so many and since you used to rebel against them, you never bothered to learn them. You were worried that Taeyong was going to hurt you or worse, someone you cared about even if you only made one mistake. That didn’t turn out to be the case. Taeyong could tell that you were making an effort to obey him, so he acted out of character and took mercy on you. That isn’t to say that you weren’t punished, just not punished harshly, like before. Punishments were changed to things like no dinner, receiving a harsh scowling, or losing the tv privileges for a day. After a week, punishments returned to physical violence, but instead of full on beatings, Taeyong would spank you as his main form of punishment.

You did everything in your power to appease Taeyong. You figured that you would just have to accept the fact that this was your life now. You were no longer the girl who once fought back against your captor. That girl was gone. She was broken.

It wasn’t all bad though. You found life more enjoyable when you submitted. Less punishments, and more interaction. You still haven’t been able to talk to anyone but Taeyong in over two months, but you were able to disassociate the angry Taeyong from the Taeyong who kept you company throughout the day.

It had officially been one week since you last broke a rule, the longest period you’ve managed thus far, and things became...different. You realized that the psychological toll this entire situation was probably the reason for your thinking but having gone an entire week without angering Taeyong had allowed you to see a side of him that almost resembled a normal boyfriend.

When he had first kidnapped you, he claimed that he did it out of love. He told you that he was in love with you and that you were meant to be his and only his forever. Yet every action he took since then had felt like it was out of hatred for you, at least until you started obeying him.

This week he had been especially kind. He brought home dresses, saying that he bought it knowing you would like it. He would make your favorite meals and talk for hours about things he knew interested you. You would stare at him during dinner because he demanded eye-contact whenever you were talking or listening to him talk and you noticed how attractive he was. Before you had only seen him as a monster, so you never noticed how handsome his features were. His eyes were so large, like he was an anime character, and his jaw was so perfect you could use it to measure angles. You couldn’t help but wonder, how could a guy so attractive want you? He could have any girl he wanted, as long as they didn’t find out about his psycho personality. So why did he choose someone so average?

Despite Taeyong having no problem with hurting you in the past, he had never forced you to do anything sexual up to this point. He hadn’t even demanded a kiss, but you were worried that might not be the case for long.

Taeyong recognized that the more time he spent with you, the less angry he got when you misbehaved. He knew he couldn’t let you figure this out though, so he tried to be as consistent as possible in his punishments, despite going easy on you every once in a while.

You didn’t know this, but Taeyong actually wanted you to want him. He felt like he had to break you to make you comfortable with the lifestyle he forced you into, but he didn’t want to force you to love him back. Even with you acting the way that you were, something felt wrong. He didn’t know if the conversations where you both laughed together were real or just you acting like how you thought he wanted you to act. He was okay with waiting for you to want him, especially now that you were slowly getting used to everything, but there was one problem.

Taeyong knew that you weren’t ready, but he was struggling with the wait. Every time he saw you when you didn’t know that he was there, you looked more beautiful than the day he first saw you. He didn’t know how difficult living with you would be when he knew he couldn’t touch you in the way he wanted to so desperately.

The way the clothes he bought you hugged your curves. The way you would bite your lips whenever you were processing something he said. Just the way you looked at him when you were afraid you might have broken a rule, were enough to make his pants feel too tight. There were several instances where you would unknowingly do something that turned him on so much, that he had to excuse himself for a few hours. He thought he would go crazy. He even considered just taking you a few times, but he knew that having you crave for his touch would be much more satisfying.

You weren’t a virgin, so you knew how to have sex and you had been masturbating since your early teens. Taeyong found out that you weren’t a virgin back when he first started stalking you, but he didn’t care who touched you before him because you were his now. You hadn’t even thought about touching yourself since you started living with Taeyong out of fear that he might have security cameras in every room. This took a serious toll on your hormones because you felt like you were going to explode if you kept putting off your release.

You knew it was bad when one night you had a dream about having sex with your captor. You woke up and the first thing you noticed were how soaked your underwear was.

“Was that a wet dream?” you asked yourself out loud.

You had gone do long without orgasming that it made sense that your boy would... well experience one, but you couldn’t help but feel dirty about experiencing one while thinking about... him.

Remembering the contents of the dream you felt even more confusion. You know that he was a monster, but for some reason you can’t help but imagine what he would look like with him mouth around your... yeah. You also take the sheets off of your bed and take them to the laundry room. You’re still wearing you’re the same pastel pink night gown you slept in, but you changed into new underwear. You turn on the washer and then look at the clock hanging on the wall.

“Fuck. I’m late!” you curse under your breath.

Breakfast was at 8 am every day and it was 8:01. You knew that you were screwed no matter what, but still you ran to the dining room. Taeyong was already sitting down for breakfast when you entered the room.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” you stated as soon as you sat down.

Taeyong just looked at you and you became confused until you realized that you were still wearing your nightgown, which was barely long enough to cover your butt and definitely showed more cleavage than any of your day clothes. Taeyong kept staring and you threw your hands up to cover your chest.

“I’m sorry that I’m late and that I’m not dressed,” you apologized.

Taeyong coughed. He really couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to rip the nightgown off of you.

“You’re not late, it’s 7:56,” he mumbled, avoiding your eyes.

“But the clock in the laundry room said I was late,” you explained.

Taeyong looked at you as you took a sip of your water.

“Why were you in the laundry room this early?” he inquired.

Youre face turned red as you remembered your dream. An image of Taeyong watching you as he slams his member into you fills your mind and you choke on your water.

Taeyong looks at you, confused.

“I was just trying to do laundry earlier so that it would dry before tonight,” you hurriedly answer.

Taeyong seems satisfied by your answer.

“Go change into that blue dress that I bought you. Don’t take more than five minutes,” He commanded.

You stood up from the table and made your way to your room. You didn’t have time to process the images that kept flooding your mind, so you changed into your dress and went back to eat breakfast.

The day was a very confusing day for both of you. Taeyong had never seen so much of your body before. Even when he was stalking you, he never had a good view of your bedroom, so he rarely saw you dressed up in anything that revealing. Even when he had to force you out of your room, you were always dressed in your day clothes. You couldn’t stop thinking about your dream and being near the star of it didn’t help.

You both subtly avoided each other as much as possible until it was time for dinner. Taeyong always had a glass of wine with dinner. You tried your best to avoid drinking around him so that you wouldn’t risk breaking a rule due to being intoxicated, but tonight, you knew that you needed some help getting through and entire dinner with the man you did unspeakable things with in your dream.

“Umm... Taeyong?”

Taeyong looked at you.

“Yes?” he replied.

“Is it okay if I have a glass of wine as well tonight?”

Taeyong didn’t respond. He merely got up and walked into the kitchen. He soon returned with a clean glass and poured you a modest serving of the crimson liquid.

You thanked him and then downed the glass in one go, earning a confused look from the man in front of you.

“Is something wrong, kitten?”

The nickname which had once felt demeaning caused fire to rise up into your cheeks.

“no, sir. Nothing is wrong.”

Taeyong looked you in the eyes with that intense gaze as if he were saying “If I catch you lying, you’re dead.”

You gulped.

Taeyong kept looking at you, but eventually continued eating.

God, what is wrong with me? You wondered to yourself. You were terrified of Taeyong and yet excited by him. Is this what they called Stockholme syndrome? No, you weren’t in love with him, just attracted to him.

“If you’re done eating, you can go back to your room,”

Your thoughts were interrupted as your captor dismissed you. He remained seating which was peculiar because he normally required you to wait until he left the table. You hesitate for a moment but decide to follow his more recent orders than worrying about his rules. You make your way to your room and let out a huge sigh. That was so awkward.

You decide to go to bed early tonight but are unable to fall asleep due to the wild thoughts running through your head. After an hour of just staring at the ceiling, you decide to go get yourself some milk, hoping it will aid you in falling asleep faster. You slowly make your way down the hall. Your room was at the end of the hall, a few rooms away from Taeyong’s. You wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t wake him, so you had to keep quiet while passing his room, but you noticed something peculiar. His door was open. Was he not in bed? You stared at the door. It wasn’t wide open, just cracked a bit, as if it was meant to be closed, but you weren’t sure. You didn’t want to go downstairs if Taeyong was still down there, so you decided to move closer to investigate.

When you moved closed you noticed a strange noise coming from the other side. It sounded like someone in pain. Curiosity got the best of you and you slowly opened the door, not knowing what was on the other side.

Inside you saw Taeyong, eyes closed with one arm keeping him steady as he leaned against the against the wall. His other hand slowly pumping his member. Your eyes widened at the sight, but you remained silent. You couldn’t help but stare. Taeyong’s hard was messy, as if he had been running his hands through it. His eyebrows were furrowed as if he was concentrating on his thoughts. He was fully dressed but he had taken his cock out of his pants. You were only a few yards away, but he hadn’t noticed you peeking through the open door.

“Ah. God. Y/N. Fuck,” He moaned.

Your breathing hitched slightly. He was thinking about you? It should have seemed obvious since he was literally obsessed with you, but for some reason, you couldn’t believe that such a godly man was fantasizing about you. You noticed a burning feeling coming from your core. If your hormones were driving you crazy this morning, then they were driving you absolutely fucking insane now. You closed your eyes as your hand made its way to your clothed wetness. You were wearing the same nightgown from this morning. You weren’t drunk, but it felt like it. You knew that it was wrong, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel full.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes shot open at your gaze met Taeyong’s. He hadn’t move from his original spot, but his head was turned towards you. You gasped and turned to run away until...

“Stop,” ordered Taeyong. You stopped, having gotten used to following his every order this last week.

Taeyong came out of his room and you couldn’t help but notice he had zipped up his pants. He positioned himself right in front of you and leaned his face closer to yours. His face remained cold as he put his arm on the wall above you. The image of him having been in that same position moments earlier crosses you mind. You remained silent, waiting for him to do something.

“What were you doing Y/N? And remember, don’t lie,” he said in his rough voice.

“I...I was going to get a glass of milk, but I heard noise coming from your room so I opened the door to see where it was coming from,” you answered.

“I see,” Taeyong leaned in closer so that his lips were merely inches away from brushing against your ears.

“Are you sure that it was curiosity that made you open the door?”

You could feel his smirk forming despite him not having touched you. The heat that was vacating your core had spread to your cheeks as you blushed. Had you known the cause of the sound? What he right? Did you know what he was doing, yet chose to open it anyway?

“I... I,” you stuttered.

Taeyong didn’t even let you finish before he asked his next question.

“And what was my little kitten doing while she watched me?” he asked, his breath tickling your ear

Despite your embarrassment, you knew that he saw you and that lying would just lead to you being in more trouble than you already were.

“I was touching myself,” you squeaked.

Taeyong chuckled into your ear.

“And why would my little kitten me touching herself like that?”

“Because I... I,” you found yourself almost admitting your dirty fantasies to Taeyong. It was almost as if you really were drunk, despite only having half a drink an hour prior.

Taeyong was not pleased with your sudden hesitance to answer him. He grabbed your throat with his free hand but didn’t apply any pressure.

“Didn’t I tell you what would happen if you didn’t do what I say?” he warned.

You looked up at his big doe eyes and swallowed.

“I was touching myself because I wanted you to fuck me,” you replied in a quiet voice. Your embarrassment at the words that fell from your mouth was apparent. You closed your eyes tight, afraid of seeing the satisfied face in front of you.

Before you are able to open your eyes, Taeyong grabs your hands pinning them to the wall above your head. You stare at his face, not being able to decipher his emotions. You thought he would be smirking at your confession, but he looked angry, no you had seen him angry before and this wasn’t it. You could hear his breath was heavier than usual and his gaze was intense. He wasn’t mad, he was hungry.

“You know, only bad kittens go poking their heads where they don’t belong. Do you know what happens to bad kittens? They get punished, especially little perverted kittens like you,” He growled.

Suddenly afraid hearing the word punishment, you braced yourself for whatever pain he was about to inflict, but you kept eye contact. You knew that this was probably the most punishable thing you had done since you arrived.

Taeyong inched his body closer to yours.

“If you want to get out of this punishment alive, you better do whatever I say,” his hot breath made your whole body shudder.

“Y-yes, sir AH!”

Taeyong wasted no time in attacking your neck with his mouth. It had been so long since you had anyone touch you intimately like this so every spot, he touched ended up becoming a new sweet spot. You were surprised by the sudden action, but that didn’t stop you from becoming a moaning mess. You wanted to touch him back, but your arms were pinned to the wall and you didn’t want to risk disobeying him.

He removed his lips from your neck and the sudden absence made you frustrated beyond belief.

Taeyong took your arms from the wall and wrapped them around his neck.

“Jump,” he commanded.

You jumped and he swiftly grabbed your legs guiding them to wrap around his waist. He carried you into his room where he sat you onto his desk, your legs still wrapped around him. He took his time taking off his own shirt, lifting it over his head and throwing it to the floor. He was thin, but more muscular than you had imagined. You could see the veins in his arms as he grabbed your waist and continued his attack on your neck.

He had you now and there was no way he was going to stop. He knew he was going to enjoy this punishment very much.

He grabbed you ass and pulled it to the edge of the desk, earning a loud yelp from you. HE positioned your legs so that his body was keeping them open for him. He wanted to see exactly how he made you feel so he pressed his thumb over your underwear where your slit was.

“Who made you this wet kitten?”

“You did, sir.”

Taeyong laughed at your response. You were being so good for him.

He raised his thumb slightly and started applied a light pressure, rubbing small circles around your clit. The friction from your underwear felt amazing, but you needed more. Small mewls escaped your mouth and you could tell that he was teasing you on purpose.

“Taeyong,” you moaned softly.

“No talking unless I ask you a question,” Taeyong growled as he removed his hand from your heat.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” you replied.

“Good.”

Taeyong backed away a few feet and motioned for you to get off his desk, which you did.

“Kneel,” he commanded.

You kneeled in front of him.

He unzipped his pants and freed his still hard cock from his boxers.

“Suck it,”

You looked up at him before grabbing his member with your hands. You were about to the tip into your mouth before Taeyong stopped you.

“Did I tell you you could use your hands?”

“No, sir,” you spoke softly as you returned your hand to your lap.

You put your mouth over the head of his cock and he quietly hums in approval. You start out slowly, focusing on the tip, giving it kitten licks before you start taking him deeper into your throat. He wasn’t the biggest, but he was by far the thickest. You were worried about how long you would be able to keep this up before you got lockjaw.

He grabbed your hair and started thrusting himself into the back off your throat. You reflexively gagged and attempted to pull away.

“Don’t pull away unless you want to see me get angry,” he warned.

You couldn’t breathe even through your nose, but you pushed through the discomfort until he withdrew himself from your mouth. You could see long strings of your saliva still connecting your lips to his throbbing dick.

“Get up,” Taeyong groaned through heavy breaths.

You stood up in front of him waiting for your next order, but he just grabbed you and turned you so that you were facing the desk. He pushed your body down, slamming you onto the desk. He held your head down with one of his hands and used the other to pull your underwear down. He had wanted to taste you, to force you to keep your legs open when he made you cum on his tongue, but he couldn't handle waiting any longer. He would have to punish you more harshly next time, he thought to himself. The thought of denying your orgasm for hours on end only made his cock feel more needy than it already was.

Hanging above his desk was a large mirror that captured both of your upper bodies perfectly. Taeyong noticed this and smirked at the sight of him finally being able to take you. He loved seeing your body in such a vulnerable position. He loved the way he could see your essence running down your thighs. He hadn’t even touched you for more than a few seconds and yet you were soaking wet, all for him and him only.

“What did you say you wanted earlier, kitten?”

“I want you to fuck me, sir.”

“And why on earth would I do that?” He teased in his deep voice.

“Please,” you whined.

He slapped your ass hard enough to leave a mark.

“Please what? Use your words kitten.”

“Please fuck me, sir.”

“Hmmm,” Taeyong hummed.

“I don’t know if bad little kittens like you deserve to be fucked.”

You could feel another wave of your juices running down your thighs. You were dripping.

“Maybe I should just handcuff you to the bed and tease you all day. What do you think about that kitten? Doesn’t that seem like a much more suitable punishment?”

Taeyong knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer, but he loved seeing the worry in your eyes, thinking he might actually go through with that instead. He loved knowing you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

“Please fuck me, sir. I’ll be a good kitten. I’ll be your good kitten. Please,” you whined, trying to convince him to give you what you so desperately wanted.

Taeyong slapped your ass again and you yelped in pain.

“Good kittens don’t beg. Got it?” he growled, but he secretly loved hearing you beg for his cock.

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re a perverted little cockslut who just wants to be fucked by her owner’s cock, don’t you? Say it.”

“I’m a perverted little cockslut who just wants to be FUCK!”

Taeyong had shoved the entirety of his length into you mid sentece and continued thrusting in and out of your tight heat.

“Don’t you dare stop,” He roared as he pounded into you.

You stuttered trying to complete his command.

“fucked by my owner’s cock!” you screamed out.

“Again!” he spat.

“I’m a perverted ah little ah cockslut who just ah wants to be ah fucked by her ah owner!”

You struggled to speak the words as fucked you mercilessly. You knew that wouldn’t be long before you’d come undone.

Taeyong grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced you to face the mirror.

“Do you like watching me fuck you Y/N? Do you like seeing how fucked out I make you look?”

It was true, your face was bright red and you had tears welling up in your eyes. If you were wearing mascara, it would surely be running down your cheeks. Your tits were bouncing so much that they had somehow escaped the top of your nightgown.

“Yes! I like it!” You screamed as you felt your orgasm approaching.

Taeyong could feel that you were about to come because your walls started to tighten around him, and your legs were shaking.

You couldn’t stop moaning and Taeyong had never heard a sweeter sound.

The feeling spread from your core throughout your entire body. You couldn’t help but scream out Taeyong’s name, but he didn’t mind the sudden outburst. Your body kept shaking and it felt like you were in another dimension. Taeyong took no mercy on you as he continued his unrelenting thrusts. You didn’t know how much more you could handle. Your orgasms normally only ever lasted a few seconds before you started to feel overstimulated and Taeyong was not letting up in the slightest. Screams poured out your mouth and you couldn’t even attempt to beg him to stop. All your energy was being drained from your body. You felt your eyes rolling into the back of your head as everything faded to black.

The final vibrations of your walls caused Taeyong to cum as he gave your pussy one last thrust. He breathed heavily as he looked at your limp body, passed out on his desk. He couldn’t help but smile. HE had managed to punish you while still allowing you your release.

Taeyong lifted your body off of the desk and carried you over to the bed. He when to the bathroom and grabbed a wet. He used the rag to wipe away the cum that spilled down your legs and reminded himself to buy plan b tomorrow when he got the chance.

He got in the bed with you and lifted up the duvet to cover your bodies. Your sleeping self felt the warm presence lying next to you and instinctively wrapped your arms and legs around it. Taeyong smiled and adjusted himself so your head was resting on his chest. You were finally his.

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