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wyntereyez · 3 months ago

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Wool of bat and tongue of dog

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Here's the first part of my @cssns contribution. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but thanks to me being a terminal procrastinator combined with a very busy two weeks at work, my brain can't word very well at the moment.

Part One

The door to the Storybrooke Bat Rehabilitation Center was unlocked.

Emma immediately went on the alert. Mary Margaret had left over an hour ago, and she’d never have forgotten to lock the door behind her. After Walsh and the events of the previous month, Emma had taken to bringing her gun with her. She could see Mary Maragaret’s frown whenever she spotted it, but Emma refused to be alone without it.

Not when she was a potential target for the supernatural.

And now, it looked like her fears were well-founded, because there was something inside the building that definitely wasn’t a bat. Emma had inched the door open, holding her breath so she could listen. She could hear something moving in the lobby, by the reception desk.

A deep, resonating growl that made a primal part of Emma want to scream and flee. Her grip tightened on the gun, and she started to raise it.

Then an annoyed chittering followed, which was interrupted by a yip of indignation. Supernatural, all right, but familiar.

Emma holstered the pistol and stepped inside.

A massive wolf was crouched next to the desk, eyes locked on the large fruit bat perched on the edge. The bat raised his head and made delighted squeaks, and the wolf offered a wag of the tail before turning her snarling muzzle back to the bat.

“No supernatural turf wars before I’ve had my coffee,” Emma grumbled. She picked Killian up and plopped him down atop the startled Ruby’s back, then headed towards the breakroom. Ruby padded along after, Killian clinging to her shoulders for dear life.

They both waited patiently as Emma brewed a pot of coffee. While she waited, she grabbed the fruit bowl from the fridge and offered it to Killian, who daintily grabbed a slice of banana and half a strawberry. Ruby’s tongue flicked out, snatching two melon cubes and getting saliva all over the fruit, making Killian shriek in indignation. Emma sighed. “Can we use human words now, please?”

The fruit bat clumsily pulled himself to Ruby’s side, then released his grip on her fur. If he’d been a normal crippled bat, Emma would have dove to rescue him. But the bat never hit the ground; instead, a leather-clad man crouched next to the massive wolf.

Ruby licked his face, smearing melon and saliva on his cheek. Killian sputtered, and she trotted off, making a noise that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

“How’d you piss her off this time?” Emma asked as she added cream and sugar to her coffee.

“What makes you think I’m responsible, Swan?” Killian pouted as he straightened. His hook gleamed in the fluorescent light.

“You turned into something small, helpless, and cute to argue with her,” Emma pointed out.

“Which wasn’t enough to prevent me from being angry with you,” Ruby said as she re-entered the break room on two legs.

Now that Emma was in on her secret, Ruby had taken to leaving spare clothes at the Belfry in case of unexpected transformations. She returned shortly in human form, wearing a red T-shirt and black leggings. Her feet were bare, toes caked with dirt from her run. She made a beeline for the coffee pot.

“You’re late tonight,” Ruby commented. “Did something happen?”

“I spent all day at the Town Hall.” Emma couldn’t hold back her groan. “You wouldn’t think it would be so difficult to select an interim mayor. They just need someone to hold the position until an election can be held.”

The mayor had been found dead of a heart attack in his office two days previous, throwing the city council into an uproar. It was a headache that Emma really didn’t need. Especially since there was one member of the council famous for disagreeing with everything, and he’d loudly shot down every candidate. Several of the city council members were friends of his, and tended to follow his lead, which led to deadlocked votes. “He’s going to drive me insane,” Emma sighed.

“Leroy?” Ruby hazarded.

“Yep. Had an argument for everything. By the time the meeting was called, the council still hadn’t chosen anyone, and I almost went to the Rabbit Hole instead of coming here.”

“Sounds worse than vampire politics,” Killian snorted. “Though I imagine there’s less blood.”

“You’d be surprised,” Emma slumped into a chair, her exhaustion finally getting to her. “So what were you two fighting about?”

Killian and Ruby exchanged glances. “A deer,” they said in unison.

Emma rubbed the bridge of her nose, already sorry she asked. This was going to add to her headache. “And why was this particular deer so important? We’re surrounded by woods, there are hundreds of them around.

“I was hunting it, of course. A vampire can’t live on strawberries alone. And deer’s blood can sustain me for more than a week.”

“You didn’t have to choose my prey!” Ruby’s voice had developed a snarl not unlike her wolf’s vocalizations. “I’d been stalking that deer for more than an hour!”

“It was the only deer I’d scented for miles,” Killian defended. “And unlike you, I need live prey.”

Emma tensed, suddenly reminded that she was dealing with two supernatural predators. She reminded herself she’d seen Killian in bat form with his face buried up to his eyes in fruit, and that she’d once half-carried a drunken Ruby home. They were predators, but they had softer sides. Hell, she’d known Ruby since high school.

Ruby scowled and turned the other chair backwards, so she could sit on it with her chin resting on the headrest. She continued to glare at Killian.

“This isn’t your usual night for hunting.” Killian usually chose the nights where no one stayed overnight to go out.

“True; but that storm that’s brewing is going to hang around for a few days. I don’t fancy hunting in the rain.”

“Same reason I was out,” Ruby nodded. “I needed to get a good run in before being cooped up the next few nights. And deer are one of my favorite meals.”

Emma abruptly burst out laughing. At Killian and Ruby’s matching looks of bewilderment, she explained, “Sorry, I just thought about how it must look, seeing Killian stalk a deer when he’s dressed like a pirate.”

“He hunts as a wolf,” Ruby growled. “Which makes him a trespasser on my territory.”

“You can turn into a wolf?!” Emma asked incredulously, then wondered why she was so shocked. She’d been dealing with the existence of the supernatural for nearly a month now; she should be used to this, right?

“Aye,” Killian said, “vampires can become any creature of the night. Though we’re far more impressive than weres.”

Emma wondered what was considered a ‘creature of the night’, especially since she knew wolves were frequently active during the day. Could he become an opossum? A raccoon? Maybe a cricket?

Vampire crickets, now there was a thought.

Ruby rolled her eyes. “Vampiric wolves look like how wolves were traditionally depicted: all snaggly teeth and glowing eyes. Werewolves, on the other hand, are perfect specimens of wolf: lithe and muscular, swift as the wind.”

“So… you’re like the goths and jocks of the wolf community?” Emma took a sip of her coffee to hide her amusement as she watched Ruby sputter indignantly. Killian simply smirked, flashing that chipped fang.

“Perhaps we should continue our tale, lass, before we end up at each other’s throats, aye?” Killian said softly, and Ruby calmed.

“Yeah.” Ruby shook her head as though to dispel the last vestiges of wolf.

The change in tone put Emma on immediate alert. “What happened out there?”

“Something spooked the deer badly enough that it turned around and fled past us,” Killian said.

Oh. That didn’t sound good. Emma set her coffee aside, suddenly too nauseous to finish it. “Did you investigate?”

“Yeah,” Ruby said. “We followed the deer’s path, and soon we could smell what had frightened it. It was…wrong. It made my hackles rise, and I was growling without even knowing at what. Killian and I crept forward, and that’s when we found it.”

“An altar,” they said in unison.

Ah. Emma doubted they meant the kind you’d find in a church. “Oh?” Her coffee was getting cold, she noted as she took a lingering sip.

“A witch’s ritual altar,” Killian clarified, staring at her intensely.

“A witch? Of course they’re real, too,” Emma sighed. “How worried about this should we be?”

“I’m not sure yet. I need a better look at the altar and the sigils around it to get an idea of what sort of ritual was performed.”

“So you’re an expert in witches now?” Ruby arched a brow.

“No, but I can ask people who are, and for that, I need photos. We need to get back out there immediately and photograph the site.”

Neither would have had access to their phones’ cameras, of course. Ruby would have been a wolf, and while Killian could transform clothes along with his body, it only seemed to be the archaic black leather outfit he favored when he wasn’t pretending to be human. Objects like his phone or wallet didn’t survive the transformation.

“Swan, I’d like you to come along as well; I want to see how you react to the magic.”

When Walsh had tried to compel Emma, he’d discovered that she was immune to his vampiric powers. This intrigued Killian, because it was a very rare gift not found in pure humans. He was determined to figure out just what was in her bloodline.

Emma was less enthused about this. She didn’t have any interest in parents that had abandoned her as a baby. She only cared about David and his mother Ruth, who had taken her in when she was a feral street child and given her a home and love.

Plus, she really didn’t want to walk around the woods after dark. There might be ticks or something.

“Now? It’s almost midnight!” And the moon was only a crescent, meaning it would be dark as pitch outside.

“Aye, but there’s a storm rolling in. All the evidence will be washed away by morning. Likely by design,” Killian said.

Reluctantly, Emma grabbed her coat from the closet while Ruby went off to change back into a wolf. Despite the protection of a large wolf and a vampire, Emma felt a thrill of fear as they stepped away from The Belfry’s exterior lights and to the edge of the forest beyond.

Her flashlight did little to help.

“So… tell me about witches,” Emma said. “Just how dangerous are they?”

“Most witches are benign,” Killian corrected, surprising her. “Just women gifted with knowledge and a bit of magic. Many of them end up in positions where they can use their gifts to help others: doctors and nurses, veterinarians, financial advisors, that sort of thing. Some are hide amongst charlatans, using real magic and divination to tell futures or speak with the dead, though those are rare. Mostly, they just live among humans, leading normal - though perhaps luckier - lives.

“True practitioners of the black arts are rare. They’re hunted by their own kind, in much the same way I take care of out of control vampires. This one… the scent of her magic is rotten.”

“What can someone with that kind of magic do?”

Killian scratched his cheek with the tip of his hook as he thought. “They can create curses, give others ill luck, or even kill without touching their victim. We won’t know much more until my expert has had a look.”

There was silence for a while after that, as Emma tried to fit this into her already shaken worldview. Finally, she decided it was just too much for one night, and turned her thoughts to something else.

“Henry really enjoyed visiting your ship the other day. It’s all he’s been talking about ever since.” Henry’s class had taken a day to tour the ‘real’ pirate ship (which was, in fact, a very real pirate ship, captained by a very real pirate), and he’d come home asking for sailing lessons. Not possible so late into the season, but she’d promised him that if he was still interested next year, she’d look into it.

“He’s a fine lad,” Killian told her. “Smart, and curious about everything. I’d be delighted to teach him some sailing basics, if…”

If you give me a reason to stick around, Emma knew he was thinking. Because Emma knew it was more than the threat of a rogue vampire that kept Killian living as a bat in Storybrooke. And three nights ago, Killian had finally made his move to see if there could be anything between them.

“So, Swan, are you looking forward to tomorrow night?”

Ahead, Ruby slowed, canting back one ear. Emma thought at first something had put her on alert; then she realized her friend was eavesdropping.

Right. Tomorrow. When she and Killian had dinner reservations for Bella Notte. Their first date.

She’d never been so nervous.

She wanted to date Killian. But her violent introduction to the world of vampires had left her cautious. Even Ruby’s reassurance that vampire society worked as Killian had described, with strict laws and enforcers that carried out ruthless punishments for lawbreakers, she’d still been wary.

Walsh had been terrifying, but he’d been newly-turned. Weak. Killian was centuries old and powerful.

He also squeaked at her petulantly if she gave him banana slices when he wanted strawberries.

The rumbles of thunder that had begun when night fell were growing louder, and Emma was beginning to worry they wouldn’t make it to the altar in time. But after forty-five minutes of what felt to Emma like random stumbling around in the dark, Ruby let out a sharp bark.

“We’re here,” Killian said unnecessarily. Because Emma could feel the change in the air, something that made her hair stand on end.

“The hell?” she asked.

“So you do feel it,” Killian sounded as if she’d just confirmed something for him.

How could anyone not feel that? It was a miasma that pressed against her, threatening to smother her.

She fought down the urge to claw at her skin, and forced herself to examine the altar.

If Emma had been walking through the woods alone, she never would have seen it - or at least not realized it wasn’t a natural formation. She ran the flashlight beam over a tree that had been split in half, probably by a lightning strike. One half had fallen to the side, the other was still attached to the stump, but bent at a ninety degree angle to form a natural table just over knee height.

The split trunk was spotted with dark stains. A fragment of bone was caught in a furrow in wood.

“I’ll hold the torch if you’ll take the photos,” Killian offered. Emma handed the flashlight over, and he directed her to photograph the altar, as well as the sigils she’d missed at first look. The were carved into the ground, or painted onto the trunks of surrounding trees with the same fluid that had stained the altar.

Killian was thorough. Emma wondered if he was like this with all investigations, because she could use someone like him in the Sheriff’s Department.

Thunder boomed, and Emma and Ruby jumped. “Storm’s almost here,” Killian observed. “We’d better leave now, before we’re caught out in it.”

They only just managed to make it back to The Belfry before the sky opened up. Emma was soaked through by the time she managed to unlock the door, and Ruby reeked of wet dog. Killian, she noted, managed to look ridiculously good even when wet.

The rain pounded away into the night, and Emma shivered. She hoped it would be enough to wash away the taint of evil in the forest.

~oOo~

The stranger stank of dark magic.

Emma had been in the back office of the sheriff’s station, taking care of paperwork, when David had called her up front.

Grateful to escape her papery hell, she’d hurried up front - only to be brought up short by the elegant woman in the immaculate business suit who was ignoring David’s attempts to be friendly. Emma, however, immediately drew her interest.

Dark eyes ran up and down Emma, and perfect lips turned down into a frown, as if she’d found Emma lacking. “Can I help you?” she asked stiffly.

“I just wanted to introduce myself. My name is Regina Mills,” the woman said haughtily. “I’m the new mayor of Storybrooke.”

~tbc~

#cssns #captain swan #emma swan #killian jones #regina mills #zelena #ouat #fandom: once upon a time #series: bats in the belfry #author: wyntereyez #vampires #werewolves #witches

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somebluemelodies · 1 year ago

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DAY TWO OF SPIDERBIT THEME WEEK STARTED BY @anonymous-dentist! :D SELECTED THEME: MURDER HUSBANDS (au slash something or other where purgatory happens later bc we were robbed of murder husbands plans) (i, uh… violence warning? murder husbands commit murder. i think this is one of the more interesting things i've ever written. you'll see why)

Their synergy is that of a well-oiled machine; quick yet eerily meticulous, like they’d done it together a thousand times already.

(Only one of them has. But the anger, the desire for blood and revenge from the other, is the perfect compensation.)

Their victims don’t stand a chance, one dropping to the floor right after the other with barely a chance to react.

The guard vaguely recognizes the man pinning him to the ground, whose arms are littered in scars new and old and whose clothes are stained with blood. A red and black dagger is held against its throat. They warned it, about this man. A potential threat, but not definitive.

Definitive, indeed.

The struggle only seems to make the man more pleased, laughing with a grin like the Cheshire Cat. The guard gets a few hits in with its baton, knocking him back, but he always comes right back, eager to fight. Eager to play. Eager to kill.

The other worker knows next to nothing about the other man dealing with it. But what’s more concerning is that they were wrong. There isn’t just one killer to be weary of. Since when was there two? Has it been two this whole time?

It’s this worker that’s the first of the two to go, the spider-hybrid above it playing no games with it, unlike his companion. The worker’s one and only attempt at self-defense is blocked with ease, and it watches as two extra sets of ruby red eyes open to stare at it, pupils as thin as needles.

(As if to say, you shouldn’t have done that.)

He strikes, and there are fangs piercing its neck. Immediately, it feels something coursing through its veins, numbing as its limbs feel as heavy as lead. The fangs are torn out of its white fur with no remorse, and the last thing it feels through coughing and sputtering is a spider leg piercing right through his chest. Digging.

And that’s that.

The guard sees it happen. And that’s the last thing it sees. Because the dagger that’d been shoved through its chest is pulled out and slicing against its neck, quick and efficient as it slumps to the floor, unmoving…

Cellbit climbs to his feet, lifting the dagger and swiping his tongue along the flat side of the blade, licking the blood clean off.

He watches Roier - his love, his husband - hold a heart without so much as flinching. If anything, the spider-hybrid seems just as pleased as he is, even if his expression is stoic, borderline angry.

(He knows how to read that man better than most people.)

Roier’s black sweatshirt is stained even darker still with fresh blood, hands covered in it too as he drops the organ carelessly, standing as well.

(Cellbit’s heart jumps, and he resists the urge to walk over, pulling him into a smothering kiss.)

It’s Roier who walks over to him first, finally smiling and looking evidently satisfied. Roier slips behind him, chin hooking over his shoulder, arms circling his waist as they both admire their handiwork.

“Que lindo,” the spider-hybrid murmurs.

The tone nearly sends a pleasant shiver down Cellbit’s spine. “Sim.”

Cellbit finally wheels around after a few moments pass, shoving his dagger away momentarily to cup Roier’s face and pull him into a bruising kiss.

His husband makes a surprised sound but immediately reciprocates, arms wrapping tight around his neck and deepening the kiss.

It tastes like blood; metallic and bitter and addictive.

(Cellbit’s heart hammers in his chest, and he’s never felt more alive.)

(Roier starts to understand the thrill, too.)

…

Two new bodies show up, mutilated and massacred as ever. But there’s a catch, this time. They don’t show up days apart; they appear on the same exact day, and the exact same place.

(And one of them is missing a heart.)

The dead Federation workers have been morbidly displayed on the quartz floor in front of the train station. Bloody symbols paint the pristine white floor crimson with another message, another clue.

Find it before we do.

Far away from the train station, in a tall, brooding castle on a hill, the island’s head investigator sits, carefully cleaning red off of his wedding ring as he and his husband strategize and plan out their next little date.

#one of my spider hybrid roier hc’s is that he has four additional ‘legs’#kinda like some variants of spider-man having retractable mechanical ones #but these aren’t retractable or mechanical he just keeps them hidden a lot #unless he’s fighting #bc they’re very useful for fighting #on another note i think i surprised myself with this one #it is one thing to talk about wanting spiderbit to make out covered in blood and admire each other #and it is another thing to write it #i have no further comment #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #spiderbit #qsmp #blue writes qsmp #a.d's spiderbit week

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moltensmusings · 5 months ago

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Alright going to talk about the Manhwa "How to Win my Husband Over" with heavy spoilers and tw for: eating disorders, abuse, incest, suicidal ideation. If you haven't read the series and can handle these, I highly recommend doing so rather than hearing me ramble. Everything I listed is portrayed as a negative thing, there's no romanticizing it.

I've been reading the series since the translations first started and don't talk about it much but I want to.

The story follows Rudbeckia, who has been reincarnated from our world into a novel she read. She takes over the body of a villainess in the novel who married the male lead and brought about death and destruction of both others and herself on the direction of her family. We follow her as she tries to avoid this fate by going way over the top in her attempts to show adoration for her husband while rejecting the chances to do what her family sent her for.

It is a very funny series at times but gets incredibly heavy.

I really love how complicated all the characters are and how the author seems to be putting out the idea that there isn't really a simple good or bad character in the reoccurring cast. Obviously Ruby's family itself is portrayed as pretty clear cut evil with how they both emotionally and physically abused her. But there's still a depth to them that makes them more terrifying than characters who are mustache twirlingly evil.

Now onto my rambles:

Ruby struggling with the same things Ellen and Izek's mother did with Ellen being the only one of the two with full knowledge of that and a deep trauma connected to it, means that to me her reaction and actions (while aggrevating and disappoint at times) make sense. Coupling in the fact that no one likes or trusts Ruby's family only compounds the issues.

I like how the author writes Ruby as not suddenly getting better from her depression and Bulemia, with it instead being something she relapses on when under intense stress. Mental illness isn't something that just goes away because people love you or you find happiness, Izek loving Ruby isn't a one and done fix for her own troubles. And Bulemia once more taking ahold of her life in the wake of the Cardinal appearing brings a whole new level of tragedy to things.

I don't even blame Ellen for getting angry or stressed in these moments and not being able to deal with Ruby because it makes sense that she wouldn't. She was the one at the hands of her mother's abuse when her mother went through a similar situation, she got to see the decline first hand and what the end result was. It doesn't matter if she's a grown woman that trauma doesn't stop existing.

And on the subject of the Cardinal, when he kissed her, I really liked that the author and artist made it dramatic and horrifying. They'd built up this man as abusive, cruel, one of the main contributors to Ruby being as she was. We'd seen him in action while hiding behind the guise of being her brother who cares. The scenes are always given the weight and tone they deserve as we get put in Ruby's shoes.

I enjoy the romance that grew between her and Izek and how he is always on her side regardless of what people say, but I also like that the author doesn't just make Ruby instantly confide in him all her troubles and history. That he doesn't immediately fix her life or take away all her turmoil. It feels realistic in a way. Not perfect but still.

I know readers have a habit of just hating on everyone who causes pain or trouble for the female lead in these stories but I am waiting for us to get more content on Freya because I heard her actions are painted more sympathetic and I want to see what is written for her.

All in all I really like this story, from the art to the writing it's a great read.

#molten rambles #how to win my husband over

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kitkatopinions · 1 year ago

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Honestly, the fact that the writers were like "it wouldn't make sense for Ruby to blame Jaune for Penny's death, and this is a conversation that doesn't need to be had" is so like... I've said before and I'll say it again that I don't think Ruby needed to blame Jaune (even though they still should've had the conversation.) But at the same time, let's think of how Jaune always has big feelings and gets to be irrational at times and gets to express his anger and gets to take things out on other people and blame them for things that weren't their fault.

Like, in the same season that Ruby couldn't even temporarily lash out at Jaune because she would understand (apparently in a split second) that Jaune isn't really to blame because 'Penny chose it' or whatever... Jaune screamed in her face while she was crying, victim blaming her for a bunch of stuff that either wasn't her fault at all (Neo gunning for her and attacking the Paper Pleasers) or was just as much his fault as hers (the bridge plan, Atlas falling.) Jaune had years and years to think through this, but after having just lost the Paper Pleasers, he was allowed to be irrationally mad and angry, but Ruby having just lost Penny? Nope, doesn't get to be mad at Jaune. And also Ruby got mad and lashed out, she just lashed out at the rest of her team! Ruby got to be angry and lash out at Yang, Blake, and Weiss about how they were treating her like she was perfect and over-relying on her and being too caught up in their romance to help or else pushing her to save them with no real concern for her wellbeing. But Jaune?

The way that scene goes iirc is that Ruby starts lashing out angrily at Yang, Blake, and Weiss, and then Jaune comes over and screams in her face. and then she runs away crying. Ruby does not get to argue back with Jaune, Ruby doesn't get to defend herself with Jaune, Ruby doesn't get to express her anger or upset at Jaune. She just has to stand there while he berates and rants at her after he's just as at fault as she is AND KILLED PENNY. And no one else defends her either, Jaune just gets all the space to say whatever he wants because he's so uwu sad special man and then gets comforted about. But Ruby is treated like an irrational threat with only Weiss even trying for a moment to understand her, isn't listened to at all in the end, after she doesn't even get THAT angry! Like, how am I supposed to take this?

The writers pile on Jaune angst and always give him space to be hurt and angry at anyone, Qrow or Oz or Cinder or Ren or Ruby or the Cat or whoever, and when he needs help and support and understanding, he gets it. But even in a season that's meant to be Ruby's season, when the audience is seeing her really express real anger and pain for more than just a fleeting moment, she doesn't get comfort and support and she isn't even allowed to be angry at Jaune for a MOMENT. Her pain is instead shuffled to the side and treated as her problem and treated as not that important, and unjustified, and it doesn't even really affect her friends much who are smiling three seconds later and are then dismissive of everything she said when she miraculously comes back from trying to ascend as the same person. Jaune got seasons of sympathy for losing Pyrrha and got to be angry for seasons, and yet Ruby loses Penny and the focus is still on how poor sad Jaune's manpain at having been 'forced' to kill Penny is so hard for him and has messed him up so much. She doesn't even get one season where her pain is at the forefront. Like, yeah, Ruby got some room to grieve Penny, but it was all completely unnecessarily overtaken by Jaune.

It's almost like the writers don't want their special underdog favorite Jaune to actually be challenged. It's almost like the writers don't care as much about Ruby. It's almost like the writers are trying to convince the fans that Ruby WAS more in the wrong than Jaune, that she was the one who was being irrational in that scene and Jaune was 'giving her some hard truths.' It's almost like we were meant to be on Jaune's side.

Don't get me wrong, I was on the side of "Ruby made mistakes in V7-8 and I think she needs to do some self-reflection," but I was always also in the camp of 'the WHOLE TEAM made mistakes in V7-8 and needs to do some self-reflection.' And it really feels like the writers threw Ruby under the bus and acted like she was the only one actually at fault and needing to actually change or be responsible or feel bad, while the only thing Jaune got was to be made into more of a victim and needing to accept that he did all he could, and the only thing the others got was... I guess needing to get into a relationship and again needing to accept that they did nothing wrong?

Swear to god, what Volume 9 did was prove to me that both the show and the fandom by and large don't actually seem to care that much about Ruby. The show might as well be called JWBY because of how it's written, and the fandom might as well be called the JWBY fandom because of how they receive the show.

#this is kind of a directionless rant post #but you know what I don't care #the whole Ruby thing pisses me off #rwde #anti jaune arc

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etinceelle · 1 year ago

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Maybe you didn't understand me: i'm not meant for her to returne in the first episode as like in v7 when she was already rebuilt, i mean that they will find out she is alive and they will the aura transfer machine to bring her back

The biggest problem for me about penny come back later is that it will be wierd to have all of those deep talk with pietro and winter and then have penny come back only a few episodes later (which most of the times are either a day or a few hours in-universe) and i don't see them pushing the whole "penny might come back" thing more then v10

bringing her back won't take away the fact that she died, that she sacrefice herself, and when ruby, jaune and winter will talk about it it would make perfect sense for pwnny to be there, to show her how it hurt

But if we going with her not coming back in the first episode i can see it happened at the last episode of the volume with penny bieng the one that save the day and help the heroes to win

Oooh I see, I could appreciate more the idea of them discovering the chance she could come back at the end of the first chapter. Or maybe a bit later during the volume. But when I say that Penny would probably be back later, I truly think she won't be left in the corner during V10. Especially with Pietro here, as I mentioned in other posts the subject will definitely be on the table. I can't imagine one sec this man being fine with her daughter's death after he lost her twice and after seeing him so angry and frustrated and overprotective in Volume 8--

Also, Penny coming back wouldn't be just a couple episode later, I imagine it maybe at the very end of V10 OR later, because as I explained I think the climax could be good with that. At least for me, we have a lot of keys about reincarnation, about the Brothers, the Blacksmith, it feels like the Ever After was meant for Ruby's development AND to prepare something better for later for sure. If there has to be a climax for her return, this could there. But I can understand why you wouldn't agree, I just think that this would highlight the importance of her character and her meaning, and the importance of the chance she has to live after giving her life in Volume 8.

Also, I like the idea of her seeing people around her changed and hurt by what she did too. But just like Neo could come back from the Ever After at any moment (because they clearly said she was going to return her broken heart, and the door is still there, when she's ready and changed she can go back to Remnant, we'll definitely see her again later for me), Penny could also have this big surprise. I know some people might be like "why Penny and not Pyrrha ?", but as I explained she alludes to a tragic character from the start, Penny's literally hope. Also, we don't know, maybe even Pyrrha could come back in the end, but I don't really know what to think of that for nom so I'll just say we'll see. x)

#rwby #rwby discussion #penny #penny polendina #vacuo #pietro #pietro polendina #pyrrha #pyrrha nikos #penny revival #rwby v10 #rwby volume 10

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aerislei · 2 years ago

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rwby volume 9 spoilers / conclusion / thoughts. seriously there are spoilers below the cut I warned you.

First I want to say if you're looking for hard criticism you're in the wrong place. I also want to say I will 100% just block anyone who wants to bash rwby/the volume/etc.

That out of the way, I will concede that there are things I wish we'd seen that we didn't, etc, but this was a Really good volume in my opinion, and I genuinely think people who are calling it filler weren't paying attention.

This volume was a much needed breath of fresh air - for us, and for the girls (+jaune). It gave us a little space from Salem, room to confront some interpersonal issues and come back stronger.

This volume is equivalent to that arc in most anime where the protag spends a shitload of time training bc they got their ass beat, only the "training" wasn't exactly physical.

Ruby finally breaking under the Weight!? Incredible. Loved it. Tore my heart out. And the horror I felt when neo!jabberwalker just had her pinned down and she saw all those horrible things??? -chefs kiss- her explosion? completely understandable! like did they deserve it, no but like neither did Ruby.

The pain was so real, so visceral, the moment between the sisters. Yang's older sister "hey" as in "hey you're going too far" was perfect. Jaune blowing up at Ruby! I wasn't so sure about it at the time, bc I was frustrated about him taking center stage from ruby, given how often that happens. But it was an IMPORTANT moment!

God I loved it so much, and then Ruby bolting off, because she Knows in her heart that Jaune was right, neo was after her, and staying puts them in danger but also she was so angry and hurt and she knew if she stayed it wouldn't get better??? man. MAN.

I will, however, be seeking emotional damages from RT over the Neo fight because Holy Shit. No right, there was no right! Them all taunting her! And saying those horrible things! And beating the shit out of her- I just. I was like, sick, through the entire episode. It hurt so much. But it was also so well done??? As in, the perfect series of knives to break her down.

Also loved the touch of like the illusions changing shapes after Ruby cuts down oscar while trying to defend herself from oz. I just- god. Clover becoming Qrow? Reminding us that Ruby doesn't really know what happened to him? Nvm Jaune and her team and- god.

And her team gets there, and god ruby may not even realize they're *real* and not more illusions. But it doesn't matter. The quietly defeated look she gives them while basically maintaining eye contact and drinking was just. horrifying. The discovery that the cat was doing this all along? That Jaune was right? maaan.

Every time Ruby started to talk about things, Something Else happened. Every time her team tried to ask her if she was okay. Something happened. They tried, I'm not going to say they didn't. But it was so well orchestrated. I had to rewatch to see all the little bits of the cat deliberately pulling attention. And like the only reasons he rly saved them from the caterpillar was to make sure ruby didn't actually ascend??

Also that scene. W/ the herbalist. Was so beautiful. Like, getting to see how far her teammates have come and how strongly they feel about their answers, compared to when they were originally asked a similar question all the way back in mountain glen. They could have had anything they wanted and they chose themselves as they were without hesitation. In contrast to Ruby, who knew back in mountain glen what she was and what she wanted, but now unable to fully accept that she can still be those things because she has 'failed'.

The grappling with their choices in Atlas, and how it had to mean something that they got all those people out, but not really knowing what awaited them in Vacuo.

I know there's a lot of criticism about the suicide allegory and i can... understand why. But I also think that the way it was handled is better than most people have given it credit for. Ruby chose herself. Given the option to set down everything that hurt, everything that was too much. She chose to pick up her burden and carry it herself.

Which brings me to why. To summer. To what she saw. The blacksmith had asked her to imagine the woman who might wield a weapon, and asked if ruby could feel the weight of her. But then Ruby sees summers weapon and reaches for it, and for just a moment, she sees the last night her mother was home.

And at first she is (rightfully!) angry and upset, because what she saw doesn't line up with what she'd been told. Summer lied! Raven knows something she never told them! Maybe the lesson is that she should just give up.

But it isn't, and after a moment Ruby realizes that too. The lesson is that no one is perfect. That the ideal she was setting herself against wasn't real. And it never could be! Because she (and her mother!) are human and people make mistakes.

And it was so, so good to see Ruby piece that together and choose herself. To find her feet. To be able to help her team in their 11th hour fight against the cat so that they could all go home, together.

And like RWBY has done a good job in the past of having a character have this moment of things looking up, and stepping forward, but it's never actually been the end of the arc, and I'm confident that when we get volume 10 we'll still see Ruby grappling with the issues that brought her to her knees in volume 9. She still needs to talk about things. She still need to learn to ask for help. But we saw that with Yang - when she finally left home to rejoin the fight she wasn't perfect yet, she wasn't back to 100%. She was better, but she wasn't back to her old self.

We'll see the same with Ruby, I'm sure of it. (and Jaune too!) We'll see them keep struggling and growing. This season was the beginning, was their first steps on the road to some semblance of recovery. It wasn't the end of the journey.

There are still a thousand things I want to say, including SO much about summer but I think im going to post this and write that separately. Ahahaha.

#rwby #rwby volume 9 spoilers #I have been almost completely unable to think about anything else since this volume ended #holy shit

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kraekat29 · 2 years ago

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Beautiful Mistakes- Chapter Thirty Six

The two ended up on the dance floor, drunkenly dancing together and laughing, up until Ruby felt a tap on her shoulder.

She turned around and engulfed JJ into a bear hug, relaxing as his arms wrapped around her, she pulled back slightly, frowning at the cuts and bruises that decorated his face.

"I'll clean you up once we get home" She promised and gently kissed the cut on his cheek, feeling the way he instantly relaxed from her touch.

She convinced him to dance with her, laying her head against his shoulder and gazing up at him as they slow danced, god he was perfect.

*Two years ago*

Another song had ended and Ruby's heart fluttered as JJ made his way over, " mind if I steal her?" He asked and Rafe's jaw clenched but he nodded, handing her off.

She allowed him to lead her down to the beach, the two of them talking back and forth as they shared a joint.

And suddenly for a moment she felt normal again, she was drunk off his laugh and craved his smile, she wanted her best friend back.

*now*

Ruby leaned up and connected their lips in a slow and sweet kiss as they danced, sighing happily as he kissed her back.

It seemed nothing could go wrong, but of course that wasn't true, Rafe just had to come along and ruin it.

She started to panic, trying to lead JJ away and to somewhere safe, anxiety thrumming as Rafe began to chase them.

*Two years ago*

" Rafe stop it! He didn't do anything!" Ruby yelled, trying to get the fight to stop, " he didn't steal!" She cried and yelped as Rafe shoved her to the ground.

Eventually Rafe let up, leaving Ruby on the beach as she crawled over to JJ, " I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.." She said and sniffled as she helped him sit up, " why are you with that piece of shit?" He snapped, wiping the blood off his face.

" I-I" She stuttered and he scoffed, " stay the hell away from me" he growled and walked away from her.

She sat on the beach alone, tears streaming down her face as she watched the water, a sob escaping her lips.

She was alone.

*now*

She pulled JJ into the bathroom, desperately looking for somewhere he could hide, her hands were shaking from anxiety.

His grip tightened on her hand as they were cornered in the locker room, she nervously looked up at him, this wasn't going to end well.

But suddenly she was being yanked away from him, her eyes widening in horror as JJ was held in place, she squirmed against the hold that was on her but it didn't let up.

Her upper lip started to curl in an angry snarl as Rafe entered the room, she wanted to claw his eyes out.

But her ears began to ring the moment he said JJ was looking more like Luke, white hot rage coursed through her, it was game over.

He trailed his finger down her cheek, making her turn her head and bite down as hard as she could before kneeing him right in between the legs and knocking an elbow back into Kelce's chest.

She ran over to JJ and held the sides of his face, making sure he was okay before yet again they were separated because of security.

Ruby sighed and sauntered outside, couldn't they have one peaceful night together? Everything was always a fight.

She glanced over, pausing as she saw the way Kiara was looking at JJ- why was she looking at him that way?? No, absolutely not, JJ was her man. Not Kiara's.

But once she looked back and saw JJ already looking at her she calmed down, smiling as he opened his arms for her, immediately running over and laughing as he picked her up and spun her around.

Scratch that previous statement, it looks like they could have one night after all.

#jj maybank #ruby routledge #john b routledge #sage medici #kiara carrera #pope heyward #sarah cameron #rafe cameron #jj maybank smut #outer banks #obx fic #obx

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lahpiki · 7 years ago

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TWRoV is still my fav fanfic and it will always be, love u @thewhiteroseofvermilion

#the angry ruby moments are just so perfect man #I still remember the final chapter of arc 1 #ahhhhhhh so good #still crying about it but so good #the white rose of vermilion #twrov #my art #been years since I posted some art lmao

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just-call-me-angel · 3 years ago

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The Perfect Girl

Warnings: nsft content, non-con/dub-con elements, manipulation, slut shaming, Reader is Ruby Sparks, author is a disgusting little Calvin Weir-field's apologist

Author's Note: I am not ashamed to admit that I have had severe brain rot over Calvin Weir-Fields since the moment I saw Ruby Sparks. I am a Calvin apologist first and a person second. Please be mindful of the tags, this fic involves heavy non-con/dub-con elements that may be triggering. If this is not something you are interested in I ask that you simply move past my fic and forget it even exists. (Curate your online experience how you want it to be!)If you do read the fic and enjoy it feel free to leave some comments for me to read later when I inevitably come back to read through this and giggle like an idiot over Calvin being a dickhead.

Pairing: Calvin Weir Fields X Reader

Summary: Calvin should hate himself for how easy it is to lie to you. He should hate himself for how much he enjoys bending you to his will. But he doesn't hate himself, he doesn't even try. In the beginning, he had tried to delude himself into thinking he was doing the right thing in rewriting you. He told himself he was helping you and for a time he was content in believing that it was true. But with every edit he made to you it became clear it wasn't about making you happy anymore. It was about him. Because the truth was that Calvin was a selfish man who wanted you all to himself. He wanted you to belong to him. He had made you after all, was it so awful for him to want to keep you as his perfect girl?

Ao3

You should have known the night wasn’t going to end well as soon as Calvin had reminded you about that stupid fucking party. You should have told him to just go on his own. Maybe then you wouldn’t have ended up arguing.

Or maybe you still would have argued. These days you never really knew what to expect from Calvin. Hell you barely knew what to expect from yourself anymore. You were in a constant loop of going from extremely happy, giggling as Calvin kissed the back of your neck while you tried to cook to so depressed that you’d taken to locking yourself up in the spare room so Calvin wouldn’t see you crying to angry at everything, especially Calvin and then back to happy.

It was driving you insane. You were tired, you were frustrated and your feet were fucking burning after standing in heels all night. The last thing you wanted to do right now argued. But that didn’t stop Calvin from tearing into you as you tried your best to ignore him.

“You’re supposed to be my fucking girlfriend, (Y/N)”

You scoffed, tugging your heels off and tossing them aside, “I AM your girlfriend.”

“Then fucking act like it”

You rolled your eyes, shoving past him to enter your shared bedroom, “Oh I’m sorry I wasn’t acting like the idealized version you have of me in your fucking head.” you shook your head, “Jesus you can be such a fucking prude sometimes.”

“No! Because you don’t want me doing anything!” you’re throat was already burning with the force of you shouting at him, “You have all these fucking rules and you don’t tell me until, WHOOPS– I’ve broken one! And then you get to be a self-entitled prick and act all disappointed in me?”

It was Calvin's turn to scoff as he followed you into the room, “ I’m a prude? Why because I don’t want you skinny dipping with other men?”

He stalked towards you, frustratingly less shaken than you were, “Okay.. You wanna know my rules?” he spoke to you like you were a child, “ Don't fuck other men. Don’t let other men think about fucking you.”

“So now I’m responsible for what people think too?”

He nodded as if you had asked him the dumbest question, “Yea. You are responsible. When you act a certain way, it leads people on.” he pauses, looking you up and down for a moment as if assessing you, “When you take your clothes off at a party, it makes people think you’re a slut.” he licked his lips, pushing he glasses back up his nose and leaning forward to stand eye level with you, “So i’d really prefer it if you didn’t do that. Is that clear enough for you?”

You saw red as soon as the words ‘slut’ passed from his lips. “Fuck you Calvin.” You huffed, shaking your head and shoving roughly past him to get to the closet, tearing off your dress hastily, “I’m not your child for fucks sake. You don’t get to decide what I do.” You shuffled through your closet, grabbing one of your sleep shirts to toss on. You just wanted to go to bed.

“Wanna bet?”

You spun around, “What?”

He wasn’t looking at you as he spoke, “I’m pretty sure I can make you do whatever I want.”

You scoffed, biting the inside of your cheek as you shook your head at him, “Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do Calvin? Tie me up?”Any other day the idea of Calvin tying you up and controlling you might have made you feel hot between your thighs, but tonight it wasn’t a flirtatious remark, and you both knew it.

He shifted a little, “No, I don’t have to.” he tilted his head at you, expression flat as he pushed past you to leave the room. You stood there angrily for a moment, wiping at the tears already streaming down your reddened cheeks before following after him to find him standing quietly in front of his desk, holding a stack of papers.

He stared at the stack of papers for a moment and then peered at you, setting them down on his desk and motioning for you to come closer. Slowly you did, brows furrowed in confusion, as you hoped he’d just pull you into a hug and apologize for being an asshole so the two of you could finally go back to normal. Instead, he tapped the stack of papers for a moment and slipped the top sheet off of the stack. Calvin didn’t say a word, just silently handed you a piece of paper and waited for you to read it. You looked at the paper and then back up at him, trying to understand what he wanted from you.

“Calvin can we please just go to bed and we can talk about this tomorrow…” you sighed, already losing whatever fight you had left in you. You were so sick of arguing with him. You missed the old Calvin and you were desperately clinging on to the hope that the two of you would eventually go back to being the happy couple you had once been.

“Read it.”

Slowly you read the first few lines on the page and with every word you became more confused and angrier. Calvin was writing about you.

You stared at the paper for what felt like hours before looking up to meet his gaze. Everything was so confusing. Why was Calvin writing about you? Did he think this was some sort of joke? He didn’t seem at all bothered by the tears already forming in your eyes. It was terrifying the way he just watched you, waiting for you to react. You felt anger rise in your belly, why was he acting like this wasn��t even a big deal. Did he not understand that you could end the relationship in an instant? Did he not even care?

“Look at me when I’m fucking talking to you Calvin.” you crumpled the paper and tossed it at him, “You can’t fucking write about me…. That's…. That's fucking personal!” You moved to hit his chest again, yelping when he caught you by the wrist. He squeezed your wrists hard, but still refused to speak a single word to you. You tried to pull your arms out of his grasp, but he refused to budge.

You waved the paper in front of him wildly, “What the fuck is this Calvin?” he didn’t answer, just cocked his head at you and stared blankly, “You can’t write about me.” you shouted, shaking the paper again, and slamming your fists against his chest. Still, he refused to react.

“Calvin. I'm fucking serious are you even fucking listening to me?” your throat was already burning before you could scream and shout at him as much as you really wanted to. He rolled his eyes. He actually fucking rolled his eyes and sighed like you were the one being unreasonable.

“Calvin… You’re hurting me…. Dammit, let me go.” you pushed against him, scrambling to catch yourself when he finally released you to sit in his desk chair.

“What the fuck is going on with you Calvin?” you hissed, massaging your wrists, they were sure to bruise. “Calvin can you just answer me,”

He looked up at you, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he tilted his jaw up at you exhaling heavily. “What do you want me to say, (Y/N)?”

That was the final straw before you imploded, stomping out of the room to pack your things, “You know what fuck you, Calvin, you aren’t fucking worth it.”

You shuffled through the house in a mad dash, grabbing your things and tossing them wildly into a bag as your vision blurred from the tears in your eyes. It didn’t even matter what you were grabbing at this point, you just needed to get the fuck out of here and as far away from Calvin as you possibly could. You had no idea what the fuck was going on with him lately but it scared you the way he seemed so fucking calm about the whole situation. He was writing about you. About things, you had never told him about and yet he somehow knew every single detail. It didn’t even fucking make any sense.

Scotty whimpered by the door, clearly distressed by the noise you were making moving around the house frantically. You passed the small dog, kneeling to kiss his head before entering Calvin’s office again, with your bag stuffed full and hanging off of your shoulder. Calvin remained exactly where you had left him, he didn’t even look up as you entered, he just stared at his typewriter.

“Calvin please.” you were crying now, hard enough to make your eyes burn and your chest ache. He began to type, you could barely see him through your tears but you could hear the click of each key locking into place.

“Calvin,” you said voice trembling. He couldn’t even give you the common decency to end the relationship peacefully.

“Calvin,” you repeated a little louder, shaking your head when he still refused to meet your gaze. Instead, he pulled himself closer to his desk, fingers gliding over the keys of his typewriter.

“Calvin?” you whimpered before you could stop yourself. You reached for the door again but it only made you feel dizzier until you crumbled to the floor with a sob. You looked up through teary eyes at Calvin as he stared over his typewriter, not daring to get up and help you. You tried not to think about the way he looked almost smug as he stared at you, it only seemed to make you feel worse.

You shook your head, “Have a good one Calvin…I’ll have someone come by and grab the rest of my stuff some other time.” you mumbled, not even really caring if he heard you at this point. He continued typing as you walked to the front door and didn’t stop until you were twisting the knob to open the door.

Suddenly you felt dizzy and you’re knees buckled under you causing you to lean against the door, wincing when your bag crashed to the floor.

“Calvin please.” you sobbed, as he began to type again, light reflecting off his glasses and making his eyes impossible to see properly.

“I told you I could make you do what I wanted,” he said lowly, voice barely above a whisper as he typed furiously. What was he even talking about? What was going on? Why were you even mad at him? Why were trying to leave? You couldn’t remember, trying to remember made your whole body ache.

“Calvin please.” you cried, dragging yourself up slowly, letting out a broken sob when you felt an ache between your thighs, “Calvin… I don't…. I don’t know what's happening.” Why did you feel so hot all of the sudden? Why did you feel so dizzy? Why was Calvin writing while you were just

laying there in agony?

So many questions and each one only seemed to increase the ache between your thighs. You sobbed, curling your body forward into a ball on the floor. You were so confused and you could still feel the anger lingering in the back of your mind but you just couldn’t reach it.

“You were perfect (Y/N) why did you have to make me do this?” he asked softly as if he were speaking to a child. A tiny voice in your head begged you to tell him to fuck off but you couldn’t, the words got stuck in your throat, and instead, you whined for him. You needed him. You needed to apologize. You didn’t even know why you needed to apologize but it didn’t matter. You needed to make things right. It was like someone had gone in and rewritten your programming.

“Calvin, please ‘m sorry.” you whimpered, shaky hands reaching out towards him even though you were too far to reach him.

He crooned at you, shaking his head as he shoved away from his desk, patting his thigh gently, “Come here (Y/N). Poor thing you can’t even understand what's happening.” you scrambled forward without hesitation, every fiber of your being begged to be closer to him despite the angry little voice in the back of your mind that seemed to grow quieter and quieter with every passing minute. He helped you gently onto his lap, situating you so you straddled one of his thighs as he pulled his chair back towards his desk.

“ ‘m sorry Calvin, ‘m sorry,” you repeated through broken sobs as you leaned heavily against him, whimpering when he moved his knee to grind between your thighs where you were aching to have him.

“I know baby I know, It’s alright, I’m gonna fix everything okay,” he hummed softly, one hand caressing wrapped around your waist while the other moved to bring his typewriter closer so you could read what he had been typing.

You whined, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt nervously,” Come on baby read it for me.” he directed softly, his hand moving from his typewriter down to your thigh. He waited patiently, fingers gliding over your skin, carefully moving beneath the bunched-up fabric of the dress you were wearing until you could feel his fingers just barely grazing over your panties. He didn’t move any further, clearly waiting for you to do as he had instructed.

With a sob, you obeyed, leaning forward a bit to better read the words on the page through the haze of your confusion, “ (Y/N) couldn’t leave Calvin. She needed him. (Y/N) couldn’t remember why she had been so angry or why she had tried to leave, all she knew was that she needed Calvin. Every time she tried to remember why she was angry she would feel desperate for Calvin.” You paused, choking on a whimper as he slowly moved his hand past the waist back of your panties, “Calvin, please… I’m…I don’t know what's happening… this doesn’t… this doesn’t make sense.”

“Shhh baby I know just keep reading, I’ll explain it all once you finish and then I’ll make it all better okay.” He whispered, gently brushing your hair over your shoulder with his free hand to leave kisses along the nape of your neck.

You whined but couldn’t bring yourself to disobey, Calvin knows what's best for me, Calvin always knows what's best for me. Taking a shaky breath you began to read the paper again, “ All (Y/N) knows is that she needs Calvin and only Calvin can give her what she needs. Only Calvin could make her feel better.” You let out a broken sob as another wave of heat burned through your body making your thighs tremble and your hips buck desperately against Calvin’s hand.

“You’re so close baby, just a little more and I’ll make you feel better like I promised.” he crooned, sucking on your neck, leaving purple bruises in his wake, “You want to feel better, don’t you? You want me to make you feel good?” he asked sweetly, letting his finger just barely graze over your clit causing you to sob, fingers grasping desperately at his shirt, an effort to pull him closer. “You want me to fix this don’t you baby?”You nodded, whining breathlessly when he motioned for you to continue and moved his hand to graze over your clit again.

“Only Calvin could make the ache stop. Every time (Y/N) tried to remember being angry at Calvin she would become consumed with desire, unable to think of anything other than how badly she wanted Calvin and how desperately she needed to cum. She belonged with Calvin. She belonged to Calvin.” Upon reading the last words on the page Calvin blessedly moved to rub his thumb gently over your clit, cooing praise when you bucked into his hand.

“Do you remember when you asked me earlier why I was writing about you, do you remember that baby?” he whispered against your jaw. You shook your head, whimpering when he nipped at your neck, “come on baby, try to remember” he encouraged, smiling against your skin as you shook your head.

“Please… ‘m sorry Calvin.” you whimpered, bucking your hips against his hand to lessen the ache still burning between your thighs. He chuckled, kissing at a bruise he had sucked into your skin moments before.

“I can’t…. Calvin… Can’t re-remember… hurts” you said through broken sobs. He hummed, rubbing soothing circles over your side with his free hand while his other hand remained between your thighs, lazily thumbing at your clit.

“You need me to remind you, baby?” he whispered, kissing along your jaw and down your neck, nipping at the skin when you didn’t give him an answer immediately.

“It's alright baby,” he hummed, moving his free hand from your side up to cradle your jaw to get you to look at him. Even through the blur of your tears, you could see his green eyes were blown out and dark with something between madness and lust. It terrified you and yet you couldn’t look away nor could you stop yourself from leaning into his touch, kissing the palm of his hand as it cupped your cheek.

He smiled, wiping tears from your cheeks with his thumb, “You asked me why I was writing about you… do you remember that baby?” You shook your head, wincing when it made your vision blur even more. He nodded, his hand stilling against your cunt to make sure you were completely focused on his words, “Well I wasn’t just writing about you baby.” he paused watching your expression closely as you blinked back at him.

He leaned in a little closer, pressing a kiss to your other cheek, catching the taste of your tears on his lips as he whispered, “I wrote you.” You froze completely, like a dear in headlights, eyes wide and brows furrowed as you tried to understand what he was talking about.

“W-what… What are you talking about?” You ask through hiccups and sniffles.

“I wrote you baby.” he paused, smiling as he traced little shapes on your cheek with his thumb, “Everything you are. Everything you do. Everything you have. It's all because of me. Because that’s how I wrote you.” The voice in the back of your head comes back, Leave! Leave! Get away from him! You have to leave! Don’t let him do this! He can’t do this! He can’t get away with this! Leave! ESCAPE!

He smiles as he watches you wince with the force of the aching in your head coming back as you try desperately to remember what was going on before Calvin pulled you onto his lap. God, you just wanted the aching and the burning to stop. You wanted the voice in your head to shut up. You didn’t care why you couldn’t remember, you just wanted the pain to stop. You wanted Calvin to help you. You needed Calvin to make everything better. The yelling in your head comes to halt. The silence is deafening and it makes you cling harder to Calvin for a moment.

You pull his hand from between your thighs before he can stop you. He grunts, lurching forward to grab you until he realizes you are twisting around in his lap to face him. You fall into his chest, fingers grasping desperately at his shirt to pull him as close as possible while you sob into his shoulder. He sits frozen, momentarily shocked by your actions. He had expected you to fight him again, yet here you were curled into his lap, crying pathetically and begging for him to fix her.

“Calvin please… it hurts so bad… please… I want it to stop…” your words came out broken, lost between your sobs, “Please… please Cal….you…you promised… you promised you would make it better.”

Calvin had a moment of clarity. He should put a stop to this. He should let you go. He shouldn’t do this to you. But how could he possibly say no when you’re begging him to make everything better.

He wraps his arms around you carefully, “shh baby I got you… I’m gonna fix this okay.” you sobbed harder, nodding into his shoulder, “I'm gonna make you feel better, just like I promised don’t worry.” Thank you. Thank you. God. Thank you, you think desperately clinging to him like he’s a god damn lifeline. He moves to stand up suddenly, making you nearly jump out of your skin but he’s holding you close enough that you don’t fall back. He taps your thighs, and you bring your legs around his waist before he even needs to say the words.

He hums, you can feel the vibrations of him speaking but you don't hear what he's saying, all you know is he’s holding you and he’s never letting you go, and he’s going to make you feel better. He shuffles away from his desk quickly and shoves his desk chair so hard that it spins backward, hitting the wall with a thump that makes you yelp, fists curling tighter into his shirt.

“Sorry baby,” he mumbles pressing a kiss into your hair. It’s okay, I forgive you, you think, just fix this. Fix me. You don’t even realize he’s taking you to the bedroom until he’s leaning forward to gently lay you onto the mattress. You whine as he pulls away, no don't go, stay, you promised you would make this better, your voice echos desperately in your head.

“You have to let me go for a moment baby, I’m not gonna leave you, I just need you to let me go so I can make you feel better remember?” he hummed, breath fanning over your neck and making you shiver. You whine again but allow him to pull away until he’s standing over you and you can barely see his face with the light behind him.

Is this what salvation feels like?

You don’t have time to decide on an answer to your thoughts before his hands are on your thighs, tracing lines upwards until he’s got the hem of your skirt bunched up around your waist. You shift your legs to press into his touch, whining when he presses you back down into the bed.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispers, leaning forward to press kisses to your thighs. You whimper but don’t argue. Calvin always knew what was best for you. He hums in approval, sucking little bruises into your thighs as he makes his way up towards your panties.

He clicks his tongue, “Oh poor thing you’re soaked.” he tugs at the band of your panties with one hand while the other moves to lift your hips to guide the fabric down your thighs.

“Thank you,” you whine breathlessly.

“Lift your hips again honey,” he tells you, shuffling to swipe his pillow from his side of the bed. You do as he says without question, legs trembling as you let him place the pillow under your hips. He is back between your thighs before you even have to beg him, pressing kisses to your thighs again until he reaches your cunt. You sob and move to push your legs together the moment his lips ghost over your clit.

“Come on baby, you gotta open your legs for me to make you feel better.” he croons, tracing little circles over your hips, humming in encouragement when you shakily spread your legs again.

“There ya go, sweetheart,” he whispers against the apex of your thigh, “Just let me take care of you baby.” You don’t even have to say a word before his lips are back on you, tongue lapping at the slick pooling between your thighs.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

You aren’t even sure if you’ve said the words aloud but it doesn’t matter when Calvin’s got his face pressed into your cunt like it fucking belongs there. He presses one hand against your hip while the other guides your legs up and over his shoulder.

It’s unfair how quickly Calvin unravels you. A simple swipe of his tongue over your clit and his hand slipping down to join his mouth between your thighs and your mind goes hazy. He doesn’t even have to try very hard to slip two fingers into you, groaning against your cunt when he feels you squeeze around his fingers.

“Christ, baby you’re a mess,” he says it like it's a compliment, curling his fingers against that sweet spot inside you that makes you go all stupid for him.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” you’re positive you’re saying the words aloud this time, distantly you can hear the airy whine of your voice beneath the haze you’re practically drowning in.

“Please” you whimper through broken sobs, fists curled into the bedsheets and cheeks flushed red and dripping with tears. He lifts his head from between your thighs, chin shining with your slick, smiling lazily at you with his glasses askew and foggy.

“So good for me sweetheart, such a pretty, perfect, little thing you are” he praises, slowly slipping a third finger into your weeping cunt, chuckling when you try moving your hips. He’s slow and meticulous in taking you apart but you’re already so impossibly close to the edge it makes you sob with every delicious curl of his fingers.

He presses his fingers deeper, thumb tracing tight circles over your clit that make you pant for him, “Please what baby? Tell me what you want.” You look at him through wet lashes, tears blurring at the edge of your vision as he presses gentle kisses on your thighs, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin when you don’t answer him immediately. He grins when he feels you clench around his fingers. You shake your head, shifting your hips to try to get him to move a little faster.

“Don’t be a brat now pretty girl,” he says, stopping almost instantly just letting you clench pathetically around his fingers, thighs trembling as you keep trying to move your hips against his hand. He presses his free hand to your hip, holding you down against the pillow tucked beneath you.

“Come on baby, all you have to do is tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” He curls his fingers inside you, letting his thumb graze over your clit briefly and grinning at the way you turn to putty in his hands.

“Please… Please ‘m so close.”

He hums in approval but remains still, leaning down slightly to press a kiss just above your clit.

“Please… please….ple- fuck… please make me come.”

He smiles, doesn’t even give you a chance to repeat yourself before he’s fucking his fingers back into you, “Atta girl… See that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You can’t even tell if you’re nodding or shaking your head, distantly you think you can hear yourself agreeing with him. Calvin’s right. Calvin’s always right. Calvin knows what’s best. Calvin always knows best.

“I’ll make you feel good baby,” he promises.

And he does. He doesn’t even have to fight to pull you over the edge. He latches onto your clit and your mind goes blank. And before you know it you’re falling over the edge, crying out Calvin’s name in broken sobs as you clench around his fingers. He groans, lapping at your cunt as if he needs it to survive while he fucks you through your climax.

You’re a mess beneath him babbling incoherently and he fucking loves it. He loves that he’s the only one who’s ever gotten to see you like this. He doesn’t even notice he’s rocking his hips against the mattress desperately seeking the tight heat between your trembling thighs until he hears you whining for him.

“I..” you whine, fingers curling into his hair and tugging lightly, “I want– fuck, please… I want you Cal… please…”

He can’t even bring himself to tell them to say exactly what they want as much. He wants to tease it out of you, make you beg and cry for him to he fucks you like you need him to. But he needs you just as much as you need him.

He leaves one last kiss over your clit, slowly slipping his fingers out of you with a slick noise. He pushes up onto his knees, cock straining beneath his pants. You tug him upwards with more force than he expected, fingers already grasping desperately at the buttons of his shirt.

“Please” you whine, fumbling with his shirt, tugging on it in frustration when your fingers slip on the buttons. Calvin shuffles closer and moves his hands to guide yours to finish unbuttoning his shirt. Once his shirt is tossed to the side, you lay still beneath him, shaky hands making their way up to his chest as you stare up at him with a dazed smile.

“Calvin please… make me feel good,” you whisper like it's a prayer, a silent confession of your sins.

Mercifully he answers your prayers in an instant, pulling you into a heated kiss, groaning when your fingers tangle into his hair. One hand reaches up to cradle your head while the other fumbles with his belt until he can shove his pants down too hastily to his thighs. He doesn’t even bother taking them off fully, and even if he tried you probably wouldn’t let him pull away from you enough to succeed.

It’s exactly easy for him to situate himself between your thighs when you refuse to let him go but he manages well enough, grunting when he presses forward and lets his cock glide against your clit. He slips his fingers between your legs again and guides his cock against your cunt until he’s as soaked as you are.

“Please”

He doesn’t even make you ask him again before he’s pressing the tip of cock into you with a long-drawn-out groan.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, fuc- thank you” you sigh, pulling him impossibly close until you start to forget where you end and he begins as he presses deeper.

He bottoms out with a low whine, gripping your hips as he lays over you for a moment, lost in the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around him.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” he groans, pressing bruising kisses along your jaw and down your neck, one hand moving from your hips to tug at your top, bunching it up at your collarbone as he sucks a few bruises onto your chest. You roll your hips up, crying softly when he pulls back until only the tip of his cock is pressing into you.

He looks down at you through fogged-up glasses, breath catching in his throat at the little smile you give him. You look at him like he’s saved you, and he crumbles instantly, hips driving into you until all you can do is stare up at him through teary eyes, his name falling from your lips like it's something sacred.

“You’d be lost without me wouldn’t you?” he asks, one hand back on your hip while the other guides your legs around his waist. You whine, nodding frantically, unable to form any words that aren’t his name.

“Pretty girl”

“Fucking perfect.”

“Such a needy little thing.”

“All for me.”

All you can do is desperately pull him closer, your cunt clenching around him with every slow drag of his cock pulling out and driving back into you. He pulls you into a dizzying kiss, his hands shifting between the two of you until his thumb meets your clit and you jolt against him with a sob.

“You’re already so close aren’t you?” he hums, pressing so deep you swear you can feel his cock in your stomach, as his thumb rubs quick tight circles around your clit.

Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please

“Go on sweet girl, come for me”

It takes barely a minute for you to fall apart all over again, tight cunt spasming around him as he continues fucking you through your second orgasm of the night. Through the haze, you can hear yourself chanting his name, grasping desperately at his shoulders while continues driving cock relentlessly into you.

You can’t even agree with him before you feel him reach his own release. You can feel every pulse and twitch of his cock, like a heartbeat as he spills himself inside of you, making a sound somewhere between a grunt and a whimper as he shakily rides out his orgasm.

“Fuck– you’re so fucking perfect, never gonna let you go.” he babbles, sucking more bruises into your skin as his hips stutter, “ ‘m gonna keep you all to myself, baby.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.” He whispers as he collapses against you, cock still twitching inside your aching cunt. He repeats the apology quietly against your neck, and in your post-orgasm fog, you can’t tell if he’s asking himself or you for forgiveness.

But you offer it nonetheless, fingers carding through his hair as you whisper back, “It’s okay, Calvin, it’s okay.”

He shakes his head but doesn’t say a word as you pull him up into a kiss, distantly you realize he’s crying and you wipe the tears gently with the pads of your thumb as he hums into the kiss.

The two of you lay there for a while, his cum leaking from your cunt even with his cock still pressed inside of you, just holding one another as you both come down from your highs.

He presses a kiss to your forehead as he pulls out, hissing softly when your cunt flutters around him as if trying to beckon him back into the tight wet heat. You whimper, feeling him brush against your clit as he pulls off of you.

“I’ll be right back baby,” he whispers, pressing a line of soft kisses down your body before standing slowly, kicking his pants off completely so he can shuffle off to the bathroom for a washcloth.

You don’t move an inch until he comes back, and you offer him a little smile which he timidly returns, brows furrowed slightly as he takes in the sight of you laid out on the bed, covered in bruises, thighs already sticky with his cum.

He’ll never let you go now, a broken voice echoes in your head, it doesn’t even sound like your own voice anymore but you can’t bring yourself to think about it too hard as Calvin gently cleans you up.

You thank him quietly as he helps you undress, tossing your clothes off to a random corner of the room and helping you stand up for a moment so he can quickly strip the top blanket off the bed tossing it along with your clothes to wash later.

You lean against him, legs trembling far too much for you to stand fully on your own, and let him help you back into bed watching him as he cleans himself up before joining you in bed. He’s oddly quiet as he pulls you into his arms but you decide he’s just as dazed as you are.

“I love you, Calvin,” you mumble, curling up against him and pressing your face into his neck.

It takes him a moment to stutter out a response, words dying in his throat at first, “I love you too, baby”

“Promise you’ll always love me?” you smile, pressing a kiss to his neck.

You can hear Calvin’s breath stutter as he answers, “I Promise.” you hum, pleased with his answer as you nuzzle into his neck, finally closing your eyes and letting your mind drift into a dreamless sleep.

Calvin woke long before you the next morning, he had hardly slept, how could he after doing what he had done to you? Never again, he told himself as he carefully moved you off of his body, stilling each time you stirred in your sleep until he was sure you would not wake.

“I promise I’ll never stop loving you.”

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I’ll never hurt you like that ever again, he watched the rise and fall of your chest, tracing over the bruises decorating your skin like constellations. You seemed so at peace despite what he had put you through the night before. You had no idea that he had even done anything wrong. You were hopelessly devoted to him.

He was your salvation.

He reached out, brushing his knuckles over your cheeks. You mumbled sleepily, turning to your side, tugging the blanket tighter around yourself. I’ll make things right, he promised you, silently making his way out of the room, patting Scotty on the head as he passed.

Scotty’s tiny fluffy face looked up and despite being a dog, Calvin had the sneaking suspicion that Scotty was silently judging him for what he had done. You hurt her, Scotty tilted his head up at Calvin. I know, I know, I’ll fix it, Calvin sighed, watching as Scotty seemed to lose interest in him, padding off to the bedroom, where he would likely curl up at your feet.

At least Scotty would never hurt you, he shuffled into his office and froze in the doorway for a moment, staring at the typewriter still sitting on his desk. He curled his fists at his sides until his palms burned with little crescent-shaped imprints from his fingernails. Just fix it, dammit.

He moved closer, pulling his desk chair with him until he was standing in front of his desk, still staring at the typewriter as if it had personally wronged him. But it hadn’t, and he knew that. He knew that since the very moment he first started making changes to you.

Almost.

It had started small, just little adjustments. He had told himself that he was doing it all for you. That he was doing it to make you happy and that he would never try to change you beyond that. He had repeated that lie to himself under the dim lighting of the desk lamp while making his edits to your very being that he almost started to believe he was doing the right thing.

Any belief that he had before of being a good person was gone now. It had faded away the moment the two of you had started arguing the night before and whatever had been left disappeared completely as you desperately clung to him, crying out his name like it was a god damn prayer.

He should feel sick thinking about how you cried underneath him, begging him to make the pain stop. But it doesn’t. And he can’t even find the will to hate himself for pushing you till you were trembling, unable to think of anything but him.

Instead, he feels dizzy with power to the point that makes his head hurt. He sits and pulls his chair forward until his knees are tucked under the edge of his desk. His fingers ghost over the keys of his typewriter, I have to fix this. I should fix this and let her be free of me.

He repeats the words he knows he should be typing like a mantra, Calvin could no longer control or change (Y/N). (Y/N) was free of Calvin. Free to live her life safe and happy far away from him. He wills himself to move, to type, to just get it over with already so he can keep his promise to her. But his fingers don’t move, there is no clicking of the keys locking into place and there are no words written on the paper.

He exhales, reaching up to rub his eyes and brush his hands through his hair until he’s tugging at his scalp in punishment. Just fucking let her go. If you really loved her you would let her leave and you would have never tried to change her in the first place.

I do love her.

Then why can’t you let her go? Calvin huffs kicking his desk, slamming his fists down onto the surface. He stares at the paper, still blank, staring back at him in silent judgment. You promised. You promised you would fix everything.

“I know. I will. I’ll fix this.” he whispers bitterly to himself, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

Liar.

He bites the inside of his cheek, placing his hands back over the keys of his typewriter. With a shaky inhale he begins to type, the sound of the keys clicking fills the room until it's all he can hear. But the words he types are not the ones he knows he should be reading as they form across the page.

Instead, he did what he did best. He told a story to make you believe that he was still a good person. To make you believe you still loved him. He spun pretty words into a tall tale about you had both come home the night before and had a civil discussion after the party. It was a lie of course, but you would never know that. It would be the truth to you, and that's all that mattered.

You would never know what he had done to you. You would simply remember coming home, arguing briefly, having a long discussion with Calvin that ended in sex after he apologized for being unreasonable and you apologized for making a scene at the party. He scrapped the bits of the fight that didn’t fit into the narrative he needed you to believe. You would never even know he had called you a slut or that you had threatened to leave. Because in your mind it had never happened.

He told himself as he typed feverishly that he’d make everything better and then he’d never try to rewrite you again. Even as he made it every possible chance to make sure you would remain his perfect girl, he kept repeating to himself that he was doing the right thing.

This is the last time, he promises himself as he pulls the paper from his typewriter, rereading the lies he had written. The lies that would become your truths. He decided it was best to let you believe the lies as he tucked the papers back into his desk, where they would never see the light of day.

I’ll let her go next time.

And he almost believes his lie when he spins around in his chair to find you standing in the doorway in nothing but his shirt.

“Calvin?” you mumbled, rubbing sleepily at your eyes, “What are you doing up?”

He freezes for a moment like he's been caught in the act. But he hasn’t been caught. He knows he hasn’t the moment you give him a sleepy little smile and pad over to him to curl into his lap.

He just laughs and holds you close, “I’m sorry baby, should I have Scotty arrested for such horrible crimes?”

“I just had to take Scotty out a little bit ago and I had this idea I wanted to get down before I forgot.” he pauses, to comb his fingers through your hair, smiling at the way you lean into his touch, “I didn’t wake you did I?”

You shake your head, pressing your face into his neck, “I woke up because Scotty was licking my feet.” you admit giggling when you both hear Scotty come scampering into the office. He should hate himself for how easy it is to lie to you and pretend everything was normal. But he doesn’t hate himself, he doesn’t even try.

You giggle and shake your head, pulling away just enough that you can look at him, “Did you manage to get the idea down?”

He shakes his head, “Nope, I’ve been sitting here for a while trying to remember the idea.” He doesn’t even need to think about it anymore when he’s lying to you.

You hum, moving to rest your hands on his chest, “You know I hear spending a day in bed helps with brainstorming.”

Calvin snorts, raising a brow at you, “Oh really? Where’d you hear that?”

You shrug, a cheeky grin already forming on your lips “Can’t remember.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Any more advice you got for me, baby?”

You hum in approval at the pet name, turning to catch his lips in a quick kiss before he can pull away, “ Yea I heard it's especially helpful for writers to spend a day in bed with their super cute girlfriend.” He laughs, pressing another kiss to your lips, and then along your jaw.

“That sounds like good advice to me,” he mumbles, before nipping at the underside of your jaw, grinning when you let out an airy sigh.

“I know right, whoever came up with it is a total genius.” He nips at your neck, this time a little harder and you laugh between a gasp.

“Cal comes on at least take me to bed first, we gotta figure out if my advice actually works” You shove playfully at his chest until he pulls away from your neck with his glasses sitting at an odd angle. You shuffle off of his lap and he follows quickly, rolling his eyes at the smug look you give him.

I did the right thing, he decides as he lunges forward, throwing you over his shoulder and grinning when you squeal in surprise and slap playfully at his back.

Besides, who were you without Calvin?

#calvin weir fields #ruby sparks #calvin weir fields x reader #calvin weir fields x you #this ones dedicated to danonation #justcallmeangel fic tag #nsft fic #minors dni #fanfic #danonation

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ofmermaidstories · 3 years ago

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U think bakugo ever gets so angry his mouth misses surrender reader’s when he’s trying to have a passionate heated make out session because I do

Katsuki’s home for once, sleeping off the last few days in the darkness of his room, cocooned.

It’s early evening before he remerges. You’re peeling the potatoes for dinner when you hear him shuffling from the room to the bath, keeping track of him by the running of the taps before he closes the door, the sound cutting off — leaving you alone in the quiet of his large apartment, trying to amuse yourself by carving the perfect spiral of a potato peel; petty, silly.

When he wakes up after a marathon sleep it always takes him a while to come back, to return to the here and now; his mind catching up with the rest of his body as it realises it can finally relax, can take these next few hours to pause and breathe. He can be reticent even on good days: after big missions, after a series of demanding patrols, he’s even more silent, staying that way until something annoys him enough that he comes back into himself — or makes him laugh in his startling way.

The city outside is falling into dusk: the windows opened wide to the pink-twilight city glimmer. You hum along to a song on the television, jiggling the rice you’re rinsing and hear the traceable movement of your Pro Hero as he shuffles back into the living room.

“Hi!” You call out behind you cheerily, rinsing your hands and darting between the sink and the fridge. The door rattles as you open it, looking for the cold water bottle you set aside for him, earlier — but then big arms are slipping around you, enveloping you, and there’s the touch of lips against your neck, the feel of Katsuki’s fine hair against your face. The soapy, minty freshness of him, clean from washing up.

You lean back into the weight of him, the warmth, and he pulls you in tighter; breathing in deeply, like he’s still half-asleep. He very well might be — for a moment you stand together in front of the open refrigerator as you trace the veins of his hands, his arms, nosing into the side of his head where its against you.

“Hi,” You say again: softer, against the fine down of hair by his ear. Everything within you is vibrating that he’s here, that you’re together — your very cells rioting, hyperaware of his closeness. The invasion of space that only belongs to him.

The fridge beeps. You try and tug away from his arms to get his drink, to close the door — he pulls you back and kicks the door shut with a grunt. “No,” He says, and it’s ridiculous enough that you laugh. It’s the jiggling of the rice you were rinsing, the weight against the sieve; your body moves against his and he buries his face in your neck, like he’s trying to osmosis your laughter through your skin.

You breathe in and settle and eventually he lets you turn in his arms, your hands snaking up between you, his bare chest and going to his face, cupping his cheeks. The lines under his eyes are deeper, now, than they have been since you’ve known him — he looks at you, ruby eyes dark and tired, and your heart tightens.

You thumb the shadows of his face, gently. The feather-light touch of handling something so irredeemably precious. In answer he dips into you, a headbutt with no real force; you’re breathing one another in now, and you let your hands slip from the panes of his face to his shoulders, your fingertips mapping the familiar feel of him.

“You need more sleep,” You whisper to him; the tiny space between you gaining all the sanctity of a Library’s quiet.

Katsuki huffs. It’s light against you. “D’wanna.” He says, annoyed, childish. His hands - hands that have destroyed, that have saved, that are now on you - tighten. You wait, tracing the edges of the scar on his shoulder.

“Missed you ‘n shit.” He says at last, even more annoyed, now.

You droop into him, wilting like a flower; you’ve missed him too. He hasn’t been home in almost a week — it’s not the longest of his stints, not lately, and you knew what you were signing up for, when you fell for him — but it doesn’t make it any easier. When he is home the two of you sleep in shifts, almost: only able to be together, both awake and coherent, for a few stolen hours. It means the need to be near him has gotten so persuasive, lately, that sometimes when you’re here and he’s in bed, sleeping off a battle, you crawl in next to him; carefully and lightly, curling into his warmth and forcing yourself into a midday nap, just to be near him, to share his space. You always awake entangled and overheated, afterwards — Katsuki finding you in his sleep and dragging you close, missing you just as much as you do him, even in his dreams. It’s never comfortable — he runs hot, constantly, and it’s like sleeping with a heater but —

It doesn’t matter. It’s just more proof that he’s there. That he’s with you, alive and home safe.

There’s a light touch of lips at your neck once more; leading, ghost-like tracing, kisses, from the dip of your collarbone to just under your jaw bone as you tilt, giving him more access. Everything within you pulses, tightens — he nips at the soft skin just below your ear and you finally turn your face to his, enough to feel the sharp intake of his breath before his lips meet yours, deepening the kiss almost instantly.

His mouth is cool and tastes of mint and aniseed from his toothpaste and mouthwash, respectively — you let him spin you, pressing you into the counter. He pulls away, grunting something, leaving you momentarily bemused — before he presses in close again, mouth on yours, his hands hot even through the fabric of your shirt.

You want to claw your way into this man. He tilts you back — like he’s trying to claw into you, too and you break apart only long enough for the both of you to draw in what breath you need, gasping before you are kissing again, sloppily. Hungry for the need to be close.

Behind you, something begins to vibrate — and then Katsuki’s phone is bursting into life with that ridiculous old All Might cartoon theme, sharp and loud in the apartment. You pull away from your hero with a sharp breath, your disappointment tangible — Katsuki rips himself away from you with a hiss, grabbing for his phone angrily, as he answers, “What the fuck do you want?”

You can hear Kaminari clearly. “Yo! Kacchan! Love hearing from you too, dude. A few of us are meeting up tonight — ”

That’s all poor Kaminari gets a chance to say. Katsuki pulls away from his phone, looking at the screen incredulously — and then hangs up, letting it clatter against the counter.

Despite yourself, you laugh. “Did you have to be such an asshole?”

Katsuki grunts, one hand pushing back his hair, irritated. “They all fucking knew I don’t wanna hear shit unless it’s about the case.” His eyes cut to you — in the kitchen lights, they glimmer, and his mouth softens. “They know I don’t get much… free time, or whatever.” To spend with you, he means.

You’re close enough that you can reach out and touch him, easily, so you do; pressing your fingers into his chest before letting your palm slide against him. Underneath it, you can feel the steady comfort of his heartbeat. He’s here. He’s alive and he’s home safe.

Maybe Katsuki is thinking the same thing. In a lot of ways, he remains a constant mystery to you; he covers your hand with his, pressing it further against him. His hand is warm; he’s warm. You trace the outline of your fingers together and then follow the soft lines of him, his collar bone, his adam’s apple — the motion of his neck as he swallows. And then your eyes are meeting his.

This man, you think. It’s awe and it’s love and it’s disbelief that he’s here. That you’re here, with him.

You lean into him; he catches you in a hug, tight and warm, his arms thick around you. Nosing against him, you breathe in his scent, the salty sweetness, and then say, “I’ve missed you.”

“Yeah,” He grunts. You feel his lips in your hair, and then against the shell of your ear, his breath. “Missed you, too.” He headbutts you again, the heavy thunk of his forehead against the top of yours. You snuffle against him, annoyed.

“I have to make dinner,” You say, like you weren’t the one to bury yourself against him.

“Don’t care,” He says, a large hand slipping to the back of your neck — forcing you to look up at him, to meet his gaze, heated and soft. “Don’t want it,” He adds, his thumb stroking the soft skin behind your ear. “M’ — just wanna crawl back into bed with you and get some fuckin’ rest for once.”

“What rest,” You tease, but his hands tighten against you and you know what he means. It’s the same thing that drives you to nap, just to be close to him. To wait while he sleeps off a hard day, just so you’re there to welcome him back to the living. It’s just — it’s just the need to be together, in whatever way you can.

“I love you,” You say out-loud.

Katsuki headbutts you again, harder this time and you make a small squawk of protest — but he’s keeping his forehead against yours, trying to rub his nose against you, affectionate in the fickle way of a cat.

“Love you, too.” He says. You try and bite his cheek in retaliation — he swears, and tries to bite back and you are laughing, shaking like your sieve of rice — Katsuki holding you close, like he’s trying to osmosis your laughter through your skin.

#hello anon this is a million years late #and also not what you asked LMAO #but i was inspired what i can say so in return i gib u……… this #im touch-starved i hate it here #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x you #bakugou x y/n #i hate tagging i don’t care anymore this is what you’re getting #surrender-fic #surrender-fic verse? yeah let’s go with that #surrender-fic verse #ofmermaidswrites #well it’s a drabble anyway i guess idk #i finished it to get out of my funk #okay goodbye now #prompts and drabbles and other things

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years ago

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Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: MISCOMMUNICATION because oh my god just talk

Requested: nope

Summary: Y/N works for James Barnes, CEO of a very successful tech company. She also has a massive crush on him. One day, she walks in on him kissing his assistant, and a few months in, because of the incident, she turns in her resignation letter. But will Bucky let her go? There's a thin line between professionalism and non-professionalism, blurred in the case of Bucky and Y/N.

Author's Note: hiya peeps! could've just named it "a shakespeare play" because of all the miscommunication but i already have a fic with shakespeare in its title asfhdkfks,,, anyway enjoy!

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There he is.

The man who ruined my whole life.

Y/N stared as her boss, James Barnes, left the elevator, greeting everyone with a polite smile and a wave. Why did he have to be so perfect all the time? He wore a sky-blue-colored suit with a white shirt underneath, his long hair pulled back into a bun with loose strands framing his face, making him look like a Greek God.

She had fallen for him, which was a big, big, big mistake. 1, he was her boss; 2, he was way out of her league, and 3, he probably had a girlfriend because a man like that, single? Hah, no way. "Y/N? Y/N, hello?" She snapped out of her thoughts and looked up, giving the man a small, forced smile.

"Hi, Mr Barnes, good morning." Bucky's smile faltered a bit at her words because she never called him Mr Barnes, he had specifically requested her to call him Bucky. Was he in trouble? "Mr Barnes? Whoa, what did I do?" he joked, though Y/N realized he was being serious. "Sorry, must've slipped out."

"Okay. Good morning to you, too!" He smiled and went to his office. As soon he turned his back to her, Y/N dropped her smile and scowled, crossing her arms. "Stupid man with his stupid attitude and his stupid handsome smile and his idiotic, beautiful blue eyes," she grumbled under her breath as she continued working.

Y/N Y/L/N was an employee of the one and only James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, CEO of a big tech company called Epsilon. She loved working with him; he paid his employees well, was very kind-hearted, and showed no bias to anyone. When she had first started working with him, she wasn't interested in him at all, romantically speaking.

Then, a few months passed by and she started looking forward to his everyday arrival; seeing him get out of the elevator with his gorgeous eyes, his expensive suits and Cheshire grins became the favorite part of her day. Y/N was damn good at hiding her crush though; she was sure that it would go away with time.

But it didn't.

2 years had now passed since she started working for Bucky and the crush was still there, more amplified than before. But she knew it would never work out between them. So she started distancing herself from him. For some reason, he was very, very friendly with her; she knew he was a reserved man so it was peculiar…

He would be holed up in his office the whole day after greeting everyone. Hell, the only words he ever said to his employees were "good morning" and "goodnight, I'll see you all tomorrow" while the rest of his notices were passed on to them by his assistant.

Still, he always stayed at her desk the longest, making small talk. "The weather is nice today, any plans after work?" he'd ask one day while, "You look gorgeous today, is that a new dress?" the other. It was odd; why did he do it? He certainly couldn't be interested in her, could he?

Y/N sighed, sorting through the stack of papers on her desk when she suddenly noticed that one of them was missing Bucky's signature. She glanced at his assistant's desk; she was nowhere to be found so Y/N got up, walking to Bucky's office to get the signature herself.

She knocked on the door but accidentally pushed it open. The sight that greeted her probably scarred her for life; inside Bucky's office, he was kissing his assistant, pushed up against his desk. Y/N's eyes widened and she immediately turned around to leave, the clicking of her heels alerting Bucky.

"Get off of me," he grumbled, pushing his assistant away as he ran to the door, looking out to see Y/N walking away. "Y/N! Y/N!" She turned around at the sound of his voice and gave him an awkward smile. "I didn't mean to walk in without permission, I'm really sorry, I just needed a signature on a paper, really didn't mean to—"

He waved his arm in dismissal and took the paper from her hands, signing it and handing it back to her. "It's fine." He gave her a small smile as she turned to leave. Bucky then groaned quietly and went back to his office, glaring at his assistant. "What the fuck was that?" he hissed. "You like me!" she whined and he scrunched his nose in disgust.

"What— when did I ever tell you that?! I'm not interested in you," he spat. "So all those glances you gave me, all the times you flirted with me, that was fake?" she shrieked. "Stop yelling," he admonished, "And for the record, I have never once in my life ever flirted with you or glanced at you in any way except professionally. Please snap out of your daydream."

"So what about the kiss?"

"You didn't give me time to push away! And now poor Y/N probably thinks I'm some sort of a playboy who takes advantage of women that work for me— you know what? You're fired. Don't ever show up to his place again." His assistant wailed, her eyes filled with tears.

"I knew it. I knew you liked her!" she accused him and he scoffed. "I don't like her. Now get lost, I have a lot of work to do." She stormed out of his office. The angry clicking of her heels made Y/N and the rest of the employees look up as she staggered towards the elevator. Y/N frowned; what the hell was going on?

"What do you think is up with her?" her friend Rubie whispered. "I have no idea, I caught her making out with Bu— Mr Barnes. I guess they fought?" Rubie's eyes went wide. "You mean he isn't into her? Damn, the bosses always fall for their hot ass assistants, what happened here?" Y/N giggled at her words.

"Well, at least my theory is confirmed."

"What theory?" Y/N blinked. "That he likes you! Think about it; he always greets you with some extra phrases, he always praises your work, and now after you caught him kissing someone else he gets into a fight with them, possibly breaking up. Some of the other women are jealous of you, you know. They think you're super close with him."

"What?!" Y/N harshly whispered, "Utter bullshit. I'm not close with him in any way, he's just my boss and I'm sure they just got into one tiny fight. I swear shit's gonna be back to normal tomorrow." With that, the two got back to work.

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Shit did not go back to normal tomorrow.

Or for months after that.

Bucky's assistant never really came back, leading many to believe that she had quit. Bucky had become more moody and temperamental, while Y/N's crush on him had escalated to new heights which was frankly taking a toll on her mental health. "I can't keep living like that. I'll just quit and get another job."

Those were the words she had whispered to herself one night as she lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. Bucky, on the other hand, had come to realize that his assistant was right; he did indeed have feelings for Y/N and all he wanted to do was confess them to her and get it over with.

Realizing he couldn't have her and that she only thought of him as her boss had made him moody and angry. While walking from the elevator to his office he no longer greeted her; he couldn't even bear to see her, knowing she was never gonna be his. Y/N, of course, interpreted it in a different way entirely.

She thought he had broken up with his assistant because she caught them making out, and now he hated her for getting in between his relationship. That created a whole new array of problems.

"Hey, whatcha doing?" Rubie peered over Y/N's shoulders as she quickly wrote down her resignation letter. "I'm quitting." Rubie gasped. "You can't do that! Why are you quitting?!" she whined. "Number 1: He fucking hates me; number 2: I still like him and that's a massive problem so yeah, leaving this place is the only good option."

She stood up. "Well, I can't talk you out of it, can I? I'm gonna miss you, Y/N," Rubie sighed and the two ladies gave each other a hug. Then Y/N went to the new assistant's desk, greeting him with a small smile. "Hi, will you please give this to Mr Barnes?" She handed him the letter.

"What's this?" he smiled. "My resignation letter." The smile disappeared from his face, a frown replacing it. "Why are you quitting? Is everything okay?" She pursed her lips. "I'd rather not talk about it, sorry. Just give him my letter, would ya? Thank you." The man nodded and she went back to her desk.

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"Hey, Ryan— what's this?"

Ryan turned to see Bucky glaring at Y/N's resignation letter. "Oh, sir, that is Ms Y/L/N's resignation letter." Bucky nodded and Ryan left the office. Bucky read the letter, his glare deepening by the time he reached the end of it. She hadn't even specified why she was quitting; it came out of the blue. I can't let her do this.

He couldn't just let her quit like that, he loved her for God's sake! "I'm not letting her go," he snarled to himself, getting up and walking out of his office. When he walked out everyone turned to look at him. "Ms Y/L/N, can I see you for a moment? In my office?" Y/N frowned but got up, following him to his office.

"What's this?" Bucky asked her, holding up her letter. "My… resignation letter?" Y/N replied slowly, confused. "Yeah, I know, I can read. Why are you quitting all of a sudden?" he huffed. "I'd rather not say," she mumbled, suddenly feeling anxious. "What do you mean, you'd rather not say? Did you get into a fight?"

Yeah, with you, idiot.

"No, sir."

"Is it pay? I'll give you a raise right now—"

"It's not that, Bucky. I— I mean Mr—"

"Bucky is fine. So? Is someone troubling you? Someone I need to fire?"

"No. I just want to quit, why can't you accept that?!" Bucky stood up, slamming his hands on his desk. "You have to give me a legit reason! Vague answers will not be accepted!" Y/N glared back at him and the silence stretched on between them. "Wait a minute," Bucky exclaimed suddenly, "I know what's going on here—"

"What could you possibly know?" Y/N quipped sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "This is about that whole Marie thing, isn't it? Y/N, plea—" "No, Bucky! It's not! Why can't you just let me quit in peace?!" she yelled, interrupting him. Months of frustration had finally taken a toll on her.

"Give me an answer and I'll consider it!" he thundered and she took a step back, shocked. Maybe telling him the truth would speed up the process, she thought. "Fine, you wanna know why? Because I'm in love with you. Yes, Mr Barnes, I fucking love you and I can't keep working here knowing you're never gonna like me back!"

"Y/N…" Bucky whispered but she ignored him. "No, you listen to me. You wanted an answer? Well, here it is. I know you hate me for ruining things with Marie and this is the only best option for the both of us!" Bucky couldn't believe his ears. All this time, she'd liked him back. He walked around his desk without her noticing; she was still rambling to herself.

"And why would you even like me back? You don't even say hello anymore—"

Y/N froze when Bucky's lips crashed onto hers, his hands going to her waist to pull her closer to him. A few seconds later she reciprocated, her arms going around his neck. Without breaking the kiss Bucky turned them and picked her up, putting her down on his desk. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Feels like we're in a Shakespeare play with all this miscommunication," Bucky laughed when they finally pulled away to breathe. "You like me too? But what about Marie—" He scoffed. "Marie and I were never a thing, she came onto me and I fired her. Before going she said something about me liking you…"

"So?"

"Well at the time I denied it but then… she turned out to be right. And after that, talking to you became difficult because I knew I could never have you, you'd never see me in that way… boy if we'd just talked." Y/N giggled, simply happy to be in Bucky's arms. "What now? What are we?" Bucky traced a finger down her cheek.

"Don't leave me. Please, don't go," he pleaded. "Bucky, we work together, it'll be extremely unprofessional. I— I'm ready to be your girlfriend but I can't work here anymore." Bucky sighed and dropped his head to her shoulder. "Fine, but just because you said yes to being my girl. I'm so in love with you too, pretty face," he chuckled.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders, smiling. "I'm glad to hear it." He suddenly pulled away, giving her a devilish smirk. "Wanna get outta here?" Y/N's eyes widened. "Wh— now? Bucky, we—" He scoffed. "I'm still your boss, you know, you do as I say." Y/N rolled her eyes. "Do I have to deal with this while being in a rela—"

"Let's just go," Bucky groaned, pulling her to her feet and snaking an arm around her waist as they both left his office, heading to the elevators. Everyone working that day looked up, their jaws going slack as they saw the two with lovey-dovey smiles, fawning over each other. Rubie simply smirked at her friend.

"Oh please, she's quitting!" Bucky rolled his eyes when he noticed the stares. Everyone then only shook their heads and got back to work as Y/N lightly slapped Bucky on the chest, sighing.

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