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after last night

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

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➷ Summary : there is something that Eddie couldn't find to forget about you after that night

➷ Word Count : it's one shot

➷ Warnings : 18+ MDNI‼️ Rockstar!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, no use of y/n, Eddie and reader are both (21), I made a bestfriend character named "Alexis", SMUT‼️, p in v penetration, both receiving, unprotected sex, aftercare, alcohol consumption, establishing a relationship, Eddie is a player in the past! reader is just an amazing gal and Eddie is so an awe to her, that's it!

➷ What to Expect : SMUT‼️ and FLUFF! this is just literally hot steamy delicious smut really hehe, you'll see an worried Eddie here, this is set in Modern era but it still screams 1980's

➷ Note To Reader : basically, I am literally using my favorite artists songs into an Eddie fic at this point, DON'T Y'ALL LOVE THIS SONG?!? 😩🤌🏻

➷ Author Note : I can't believe y'all liked my last post "you ain't woman enough" I didn't expect all of you to enjoy it and I wasn't even satisfied with it but wow y'all reassured me it was okay! SO THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT! 🥺🫶🏻✨

"I have plus one, you have to go with me!" Alexis holding up the two invitation cards with a look that says "please, I beg of you"

"I'll think about it" you glanced at her as you jotted down notes for tomorrow's class

"yeah, you'll think about it after a million years" she goes to your side and leans on the wall looking at you

You shut your eyes while you're holding both of your hands in front of you

You know she won't stop bugging you until you say "yes"

"Girl- please, this is Corroded Coffin! not anyone is lucky enough to be on their first music listening party!"

"Can't you bring someone who is dying to get there?" you mocked your reply to her as she rolls her eyes

"They don't matched my vibe and besides I love your company!"

"I may be loud, only to you but in that zone? I'll be sitting alone in the couch throughout the night"

She scoffs "Oh, please, you're so very well spoken once you get comfortable with the person you're talking to"

"it's not an immediate connection! I've had to warm up to them first" you say as your keyboard makes clacks sounds as you type at the background as her eye twitches in annoyance

"But-"

"It's lucky when something else sparked" you narrow your eyes at her as she huffs

"Come on! Please?!? it's only a few days left and we're gonna go home to Hawkins and we haven't tried or experienced something like this!"

You sigh without looking at her as you turned your head at her as she softly chants "please, please, please"

Wouldn't it hurt to have some fun for once?

"Alright! Alright fine! I'll go with you!"

"Yes! I knew you would come to your senses" She happily jumps and she hugs you and you chuckled as you roll your eyes playfully

"I'll go ready my outfit and you should too!" The smile is still intact to her lips as she takes her leave goes straight to her closet

You're so indecisive

You're so indecisive that you can't pick an outfit

"Oh my god, you've been staring at those three outfits for an hour!" Alexis exclaims at you in the reflection as she puts Velcro rollers over her hair

"Let me think"

"No- you can't think when you can't decide!"

"You're not helping, Alexis"

"Do you want me to choose for you?"

"No" you're staring so sternly at the two outfits

The colors are pretty much all black but the one outfit is a set of leather tube top and skirt with fishnet stockings and some edgy accessories, the next outfit is very dainty-ish top because of the ruffles all over the neckline with black ripped jeans, and lastly, it's literally the one you've been staring hard for too goddamn long

It's a black velvet dress, it screams "femme fatale" but still remains the elegance of the dress, it got a nice trim over the edges and it will fits you so well, it's a bit short since it ends just above your knees

The thing is that

The chest part design? is too revealing, it's a. cute strap sweetheart top and maybe, you'll be so overdressed since not only that is your problem

It's also backless

"If we come late to this party because of you, god- I forgot how hard it is for you to pick an outfit" she takes the cap off from the lipstick liner as she outline her lips, she's still talking to you at the reflection of the vanity mirror

You're thinking a lot of it deeply until you remembered something

You have this black glittery short blazer and this will be perfect with your black Stiletto Black Ankle Strap Pumps

"Wait- I got it" you snap your fingers, you raised the dress that you picked and Alexis squeals in excitement

"Oh my gosh, you'll look so hot!"

You chuckled as you shake your head

"Okay, so, there's Jeff the bass guitar, Gareth the drummer and-"

She turns off the engine of her car as she recites the band members names again

"Eddie, the lead singer and guitarist, yeah- I know" you tug up a smile at the end as she beams at you, she claps her hands

"Well, look at you! you remember it!"

"Of course, I remember it, you keep yapping about them all day to me"

You both get out of the car as she rolls her eyes at you, she locks the car as both of your heels starts clicks the pavement

"Do you listen to their music?"

"I did"

"I thought you didn't like that kind of music"

"Alexis, I just don't have the time to listen to it that doesn't mean I don't like it"

"But you did listen to it?"

"Some of it, yeah"

"It's really good, right?"

"Yeah, it is"

Once you both got in the front, the door swings open a curly short haired boy with red checkered vest and a black denim pants happily greets

"Hey there, baby!" He opens up his arms as your bestfriend rans into him

"Gareth!"

"How are you?"

"I'm good"

"Let me take a look at you"

"You're so stunning!"

The boy is grinning very widely at your bestfriend as you watch them both with a small smile at your face and when you and him looked at each other, your bestfriend introduced you

"Um- Gareth, this is my bestfriend in college and my plus one"

"Oh, hello" he offers his hand for you to shake as you gladly accepted it as you say your name

"I think Eddie is going to like you"

"Excuse me?"

"Gareth! Don't start the traffic at the front door-"

He stopped when he saw his friend and you

"Oh hey"

You shyly wave at the young man behind Gareth

"This is Jeff!" Your excited bestfriend pulls Jeff out as they both share a laugh

You shake hands at Jeff "Nice to meet you"

"You too"

You're amused at how Jeff kicks Gareth inside as you both walked inside of the house

They act like silly little kids that you almost forgot that they're famous rockstars

Now, you can feel little by little that your shy demeanor is fading slowly

"Isn't that right? Jeff?" Gareth asks as he throws his arms around at your bestfriend

"Right about what?" Jeff stand beside you as he furrows his eyebrows at his friend

"That Eddie will like her" Gareth points at you and Jeff looked at you with both of his eyebrows raised

"Yeah, definitely" Jeff says with his eyes wide as you get even more confused why they keep saying that

"Where is he? anyway?"

"You know Eddie, he's always late" Jeff crossed both of his arms as he goes to the front facing the three of you

"Ladies, feel free to help yourselves at the food and drink at the table, I know y'all both starving" Gareth squeezes Alexis to his side as he joins Jeff walking into a different direction of the house, they both said they'll be back

"Okay, no wonder why you feel comfortable with them, I see, I get it now" you sigh as you smile in disbelief

"I told you so!" she giggles as she takes your hand leading you to the dining table

You both came in early, so, there's only a few people inside, there's a distant music playing at the background

Gareth is not lying to what he just said to the both of you that you just realized you we're indeed hungry until you eaten one of their meals

Ever since you started college, you haven't had a decent meal

Both of you are stuffed and full, you ask at the bar for a drink

"One bottle of Heineken, please"

"Me too!"

"Cheers to finding yourself a boyfriend"

You snorted but you shrugged "I guess, cheers to that then?"

"I haven't told you where I met them, so, I first met Gareth at a convenience store and I don't know something really else clicked between the two of us, so, we hang out and then he gave me an invite"

"So, this is the man that you're talking about since last week?"

"Yeah"

"And you're officially his girlfriend"

She blushes "yes"

"Wow" you take a swig of your drink as you turn away from your bestfriend

"What is it?"

"I'm happy for you, I really do, but it seems so fast?"

Before she can reply, "You know what, I'll stop being protective, I'm just concerned- that's all"

She smiles at you as she nods to your words

"You're just like him"

"Like who?"

"Eddie"

Oh, there goes that name again

"What about him?"

"He's a really really nice guy, I'm not even kidding! he's also a gentleman"

You piqued an interest to that as your bestfriend Alexis smirks at the look that you just gave her

Gareth calls out to her name but Alexis hesitates to leave you all alone

"You can go ahead"

"Are you sure? I don't want-"

"I'll be fine, Alexis, just also look out for yourself, okay? go have fun"

She sadly smiles as she hugs you before she left and went to his drummer boyfriend

You deeply sighs as you finish your drink, you decide to take a look around the house

The guests are growing bigger and bigger as you started strolling around in the place

Every inch of the house feels so expensive, it's spacious, the white and gold furniture and the paintings all over across the room, you like how it styled

Much to your fascination, you bumped over the person whose quickly running that you fall back down on the floor

"Shit, my bad- I am so sorry" he reaches out for you to hold his hand

You clutch at your chest and winced at how hard it is but you dismissive your hand anyways and took his hand

"I'll survive, don't worry about it" you give him a small smile as you got back up on your feet

The male chuckles, you take him in, his hair is long brown curl locks and slightly long bangs and he's wearing a black Ray-Ban sunglasses and a pair of Metallica muscle tee and leather pants and black boots

"Why are you in such a hurry, anyway?" You ask him, you dusted yourself off

He ignores your question instead he ask you this "Would you accompany me in there?"

You tilt your head at him and looked over the crowded room

"I-I wouldn't-"

"Please, it would mean so much to me?" he opens his arm for you to hold but you still hesitated but sigh in defeat as you take it

On the way there, he speaks up again

"Did you come here alone?"

"Uh- no, my bestfriend from college, Alexis, used her plus one on me, I think you knew her already"

He chuckles again "Oh yeah, Alexis, she's a fun gal, I didn't know that she has fine bestfriend"

You knit your brows together, the moment he turns to look at you and he smiles, you became shy under his gaze

"Have you met everyone?"

"Yeah, I met Jeff and Gareth, they're cool but-" you replied to him and you notice some of the guests that you both passed while walking are waving at him

Who is this person?

"I haven't met Eddie" you say as you watch him open the doors

The moment the both of you step inside and the people roared in cheer, you startled by the joyous screams of all the guests

He laughs as he turns around back at you and takes his glasses off

"You already met him, darling"

Oh my god

Oh my fucking god

Why are you so clueless? You've been with him?!?

He's THEE Eddie Munson?!?

You're stunned and your mouth is agape as you stare at him in shock

He smirks as he places his Ray-Ban sunglasses on top of your head as he hold the tip of your chin raising it slowly to meet his gaze

"I'll see you later, sweetheart" he winks at you as he turns his back at you leaving you completely speechless

You know Corroded Coffin

Of course, you know the band name members

Yes, you listen to their songs

But

You didn't watch their music videos that's why you have no idea what they're look like

You're so occupied with your set of tasks that you didn't have the time to look at their faces

There, you see him again, talking to somebody else as he glances at you wiggling his fingers as you cupped your mouth in embarrassment as you shyly wave at him

He chuckles as he goes back talking to other person

Alexis pulled your hand in the corner as you both giggled to each other

"Girl- oh my gosh, you did not just come in with Eddie!"

"I have literally no idea! Alexis!"

"See? I told you he'll like you!" Gareth came into her side as he holds a drink into his hand as he points at you

"He's probably not" you deny him as Gareth rolls his eyes at you

"It's clear as day that you came in with him!" Jeff exclaims

"I think he was just being nice because he accidentally bumped on me earlier"

Alexis covers her mouth as the three of them looking at the person behind you

"It's my fault, I know" he tuts as he slinks his arm around your waist, you're surprised at the sudden action before you can even look at the person behind you

You pursed your lips together as you look down

"Mind you if I steal her from you guys?" He pulls you to his side as your eyes go wide at your bestfriend

She raises both of her hands with her face that says "Sorry, I can't help you"

"Yes, by all means!" Gareth aggressively nods as he shoos the both of you away

Jeff flashes you an eat-shiting grin at you as Eddie starts walking while still holding you closely to him

"Uh- rude of me, by the way, I did not quite catch your name"

You tell him your name as he nods but not leaving you with a dashing smile

He walks you through his room and you suddenly immersed in it's glory

It's captivating and it's so like him

He closes the door behind him and you roam your eyes around the area

"Wow, your room is so amazing"

"Thanks, you know all of this I just saved a lot of money to get all of this stuff that I wanted- uh- what's your favorite part?"

You smile as you point out the biggest window, you've ever seen

"Oh, that" both of you walked closer to it

He sighs at the scenery outside "Same"

You took the sunglasses from your head that he placed before

He pushes your hand away and lets his hold linger in there

"Keep it"

One of the crew/staff member starts knocking at the door telling Eddie someone is looking for him and it's urgent

"Can you stay here until I get back? You can do whatever you want in here"

"Um, sure" you say and smile as you nod at him

Before he closes the door, "Don't go anywhere? Okay?"

You chuckled "I won't, don't worry"

It's been 45 minutes since he left as you glanced over the clock as you finished looking at his achievement wall and shelf, you shift on your stance as you decided to take off your blazer

You walked through his vinyl collections, you run your hands on it until you saw "Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" you picked it up and looked over the cover

You looked at the door for one last time

"I can wait for him" you shrug as you take the jacket off and holding the platter very gently as you placed it down and raised the tonearm needle and pressed the play button

A smile grows on your lips as you hear the familiar tune

Your head starts bopping and you sway your body into the song

"I'm sorry, I'm late, sweetheart" Eddie came inside of his room, finally, but you're so lost in the music

You didn't even hear the door click closed

You're about to see him behind you but you're still dancing into the song

Eddie's mouth slowly hanging open as he is so enthralled to what he is watching right now

You took the pin off from your hair updo as you shake your head slightly, so, it falls, god- his heart just dissipated

The soft smile from your lips, and oh so freaking gorgeous gorgeous dress and he just wanna take your hand and marry you right away

The moment you turned around you open your eyes, you saw him standing in there, you didn't see how he is so entranced by you

You laugh in shock as lovely gasp giggles that came out from your mouth as you held your chest and you threw your head back

The time felt slow as he just stands there

He never want this night to end

"Oh, you came back!" You say as your laughter died down

Eddie, come on, man, speak up, he blinks rapidly as he clears his throat as he shoves his hands into his pockets "Y-Yeah, I'm back" he winced at how he stuttered

"I hope you don't mind me playing one of your precious vinyls" you walk over through his vinyl player and you're about to stop the music until he grabs your wrists as he slowly reaches to hold your hand, you're now looking at him with your hair beautiful laying down on your shoulders

"Don't stop the music yet" he says as he beams up and tug you on the center of his room as you giggled in the process as he starts dancing with you

"My love is alive (woo)

Way down in my heart

Although we are miles apart

If you ever need a helping hand

I'll be there on the double

Just as fast as I can

Don't you know that there"

He takes you by his arms, he twirls you around, he held you close to his chest as he start making dance moves that will make your stomach hurt

He stares at you as you happily dance with a big smile on your face

He moves closer to you, you raised your eyebrows as he stops you from moving as he holds both of your forearms

Your eyes goes all over his face, you saw his eyes flit right back to your eyes and to your lips

He leans forward and then boom, he pulls you close to place a kiss on your lips, your eyes are wide but flutters shut as you cupped both of his cheeks as your lips moved along with his

The kiss was so soft and sweet until he walks forwards as you walked backward pinning you on the wall, he grabs you by the waist as you mewl into the kiss, you placed your palms over his shoulders as it slowly crossed your arms around his neck

He is now flushed into your body inhaling every scent of you, the both of you got out of breath as he starts suckling the skin from your neck and your collarbones

You tug at his hair as he groans, the music behind is now ignored and coming to an end, you hum at the sweet spot that he found earning a moan out of you

"Oh, you sound so good" his voice is suddenly deeper and lower than before

He caged you in the middle as he plant his palms on either side of your head as he licks his lips as he looks at you from up and down

You looked at him with those sickening eyes that he can't wait to see it squeezing shut from pounding at you so hard

You reached at his tattoos as you traced your fingers at them, he watches you intently, a sudden confidence went through you as you think of something

"Maybe, your friends will be looking for you?" You say without making your voice sound like a honey-glazed tone, you look over to his shoulder as he turns his head around it

"Nah, they won't be needing me-"

He stopped talking when he felt you putting something inside on his pocket

You smirked at him as he gotten amused as he reaches down and turns out to be your black laced panties his eyes almost bulge out of his skull as he raised it in front of you

You bat your eyelashes on him acting all coy and innocent as he bits his bottom lip

"Real smooth, princess"

"I don't know what you mean by that"

He scoffs as he chuckles while shaking his head, he clicks his tongue at the sight of you

He caught you off guard when he carries you by the hip, you shrieked at the action immediately as you wrapped your arms around his neck his free hand swiftly taking off his pants

Carrying you got your dress riled up in the process as he didn't waste a minute any longer, he didn't give you a time to adjust as he enters your hole and you feel him pulsing inside of you, you take a sharp breath as you close your eyes as you throw your head back

"Jesus fucking christ" he grunts as he starts from a slow pace until it becomes quicker

Making you a cockdrunk mess as you clench around him, you moan when he starts to get rougher, you hold him close tightly making him rest on the crook of your shoulder

You whimper "E-Eddie, oh- you're good" you kiss him again surprising him as he gladly kisses you back but this time it was more lustful and desperate as your both of your teeth clashed

You're sliding up and down against the wall as he fucks you deeper making you gasp as he hit the spot both of you are heavily breathing as Eddie's contorts into pleasure, the way your cunt swallowing him so easily is driving him nuts

"You're so goddamn wet" your breath hitches as you crossed your legs around his waist

He sheaths once more until you screamed as you came undone

You pant as he carries you again leading you into his bed, he takes himself out of you making you whine on the feel of emptiness, the male laugh as you huff and puff at him

He takes off your heels and his muscle tee, you used your elbows to move backwards at his bed

You're in awe at him completely naked in front you as he leans down his fingers playing the hem of your dress his eyes are asking for a permission as you hold a finger up

He watches you as you start to take off your dress, he gulped when he saw how absolutely eternal you are

All is bare on display for him

Only for him

Your shy demeanor came back when he looks at you like that but he removes that as he starts to kiss you once again, you yelped as you kiss him

While kissing you he is now positioning himself between your legs as he lets himself inside of you again

You moan into his mouth as he starts to goes lower until he's on your chest he places love marks all over it

He held your hips as he pounds into you harder, your mouth making an "0" shape as he smirks

Your cunt squelch as he pulls himself in and out of you, he pulls you down earning a high-pitched moan from you as he raised your one leg and as he plunges himself inside of you making your back arched

"W-where do you want me, sweets?" He says as he growl when you start clenching at him again

His eyes went bigger when you changed the position, now, you're on top of him

You move your hips keeping up the pace as you watch his eyes rolled squeezing it shut

"Inside of me, I need you to fill me up" it's the only you managed to say

He doesn't know if his mind playing tricks on him

Did you really say that to him?!?

Eddie became frantic as he can't bust inside of you just yet as you grin at him evilly

You roll your hips as your moan become louder and louder as Eddie starts to squirm beneath you

"Fucking hell, yes, use me- j-just like that" he reveled as he sits up holding you and pulling you closer to him

He kneads your breast as he watches you touching yourself down below making him groan

The bodies slapping is the most unholiest that you ever heard in your life as you kiss him while your hands went through his hair, you got him distracted by the sudden sweet sensation

As you can feel your body shaking and the heat forming and building up, he shudder when you pin him down on the bed, the mattress springs starts to squeak as you fuck him

Oh, he is a goner

You screamed in pleasure as he shoots his load inside of you, he didn't let you down as he fills you up into the brim, you can feel it dripping as you collapsed at him

Your whole body is spent as he chuckles lowly

You softly moan when he still fills you up as he moves his hips

Both of your body feels sticky from the sweat but you didn't mind and neither does he

You start to wobble as you remove yourself from his laying beside him as he smiles lazily at you

You gave him a sweet loving smile at him

"Was I good for you?" you ask him he doesn't missed the way your eyes flashes with wonder

He raised both of his eyebrows with a look that says "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"I-I don't know what you, what you did, but you did it, girl, see- normally I don't stutter but you d-d-do it to me!" He loses it, he got frustrated to fix his words as he let it be

Ever since he laid his eyes on you, he is staggered by your beauty

You crack up a laugh that he wishes he could hear it forever as he pulls you beside him

You both stayed like that for a while as you can feel your heavy eyes begging for you to go sleep, Eddie slipped off of you as he wore his boxers and pulls in his drawer a clean cloth

He opens the blanket as he takes care of you nicely, you're appalled, really, you've never had this level of intimacy before, you blushed

He saw your face as he smiles, "You're so adorable, baby" he chuckles as you hide your face with both of your palms

He brings back the blanket to cover you as you went into your side again

He kisses the top of your head as you wrapped your arms around him

He massages your scalp as it lulled you to sleep as you drift away

Meanwhile, Eddie, saw a shooting star as he looks at his window, says a prayer and hope it comes true

You woke up in the morning and you're still in the same position as it was before, he holds you close to him, you stare at him, he is so pretty with his long eyelashes and specks of freckles across his face

You take his arm off of you carefully, you slide off from the sheets as you picked up the discarded clothes all over the floor as you start dressing up

You saw your reflection in the mirror

Wow, damn, you didn't really who were you last night

There's something about him and that made you feel, you sigh in content with a smile on your face

You saw what time it is as you quickly put on your heels but before you headed out to the door

You smile so fondly as you placed a kiss on his lips and into his cheek, you giggle quietly when it leaves a mark because of your lipstick that you put on earlier

But, of course, you kept his sunglasses

"I wonder what's gotten to them" Jeff sips his coffee as he writes a new song for the band

Gareth chows down his favorite cereal, it crunches as he speaks "I think I heard someone left earlier in the morning but maybe that's just-"

Both of them can hear the loud pats of his barefeet as he runs quickly into the kitchen, even they're aware of his incoming presence, they both still get startled by him

"Where is she?!?" Eddie's voice starts cracking up like someone killed his loved one, he appears with his maroon robe

"Who?" Jeff takes a full gulp from his coffee as he analyzes his friend

Gareth still munching onto his cereal as he furrows his brows in confusion

"Her! Th-The girl with Alexis yesterday!"

"Oh, her" Jeff flashes a teasing wink to Eddie as his face drops in annoyance

"I think she left, Eddie"

"When?"

"Earlier in the morning, I heard the front door and gate opened"

Eddie starts pacing around at them back and forth, Gareth and Jeff eyes followed him as they both looked at each other because-

Eddie is only behaving like this when he doesn't have no idea for D&D campaign, when he can't write a song or when something happened to his beloved guitar

"I-I need to see her again, I can't- I have to- I want to see her" he rambles into his friends

"Man, are you alright?" Jeff asks him as walks over through him with his arms crossed

"No, I am not- I just really want to see her-"

"Gareth, do you have Alexis phone number?"

He nods but his expression changed as he remembers something, he even stops mid-chew

"Oh god, what does that mean?!?"

"She told me that they're going home"

"Home?!? Where?!?"

"She doesn't say, dude, they're college students, I think they're just here for it"

Eddie's eyes became glassy as he goes down and sat on the floor

Jeff slowly turns his head to Gareth with a face "Are you seeing this?!?"

"My life is over"

The line alone grabbed the both men's attention to him

"It's over, I'm finished!" He throws his hands up as he runs his palms through his face

Jeff squatted down in front of him as he hesitates at first but went it with it anyways as he placed his palm over his shoulder

"What happened?"

"She changed the game, Jeff"

"Ah" he shows a knowing look to Eddie making him huffed as rocks back and forth

Whining as to why you left all so sudden?!?

But, he knew you'll left sooner or later but not like this?!?

He has literally no idea where you from, he doesn't have any single contact that he can reach you, the worst fact is that

He doesn't even know where you are

Do you think of him like this?

Did you like him? Or was it just a one-night stand with you?

Do you also hope that you both shared the same feelings like as he did?

Do you wonder what he was doing after last night?

3 weeks had passed

A frown is evident on your face, but, sure, you already knew the moment you stepped on that line, you shouldn't be surprised when tabloids and it's all over the news about the headline

"A player rockstar"

You we're elated with him and your mind won't shut up thinking about him all the time ever since that night

It couldn't get any worse when you overheard other people talking about him, the radio, the television, the posters that are smacked every inch of the building you passed through, the billboards you saw, he is everywhere, everywhere you go, everywhere you went, even if you're so far away from him now, you can't never avoid him if you try

A part of you hoped and wished that he somehow also felt what you feel for him

You cursed through your breath when you forgot to left a phone number but you trash that idea since

He never asked for it

So, you left

"You wonder where he is now, huh?"

"Hmm?" You say as you play with his sunglasses that he gave to you

"Don't play coy with me, you know who I'm talking about" she saids as she takes a sip from her coffee

"He's probably with someone else now"

She scoffs as she leans down to narrow her eyes at you "Well, the people say he might be a player but you know all of this junk is false, you know they twist their words to make it sell, right?" She throws the clippings away from you as you released a deep sigh

A hope in your eyes are noticable as she smiles softly at you "How about you and Gareth?"

"We're doing great but we decided to take things slowly for a while, I took your advice"

"No, I shouldn't said anything"

"But I'm glad you did and you we're right"

You tug up a small smile on the corners of your mouth

"This isn't about me, it's about you, I may not knew Eddie that a lot but when he lets you hold him and didn't want you to stop to care for him? He is so madly in love with you"

"There you go again feeding my delusions"

"Look, I'm serious, just listen, Eddie loves you and you'll thank me later"

You let out a small chuckle "Okay, Alexis"

"There's someone for you at the phone" Jeff went into the studio room as he watches his friend tuning his guitar

"Who?" He asks

"Elizabeth?"

Oh, he remembers her all right, but he cringed as he looks at his friend as he slowly stands up and placed his guitar on the stand as he whispers

"Tell her that I am not home"

"Well, I'll be damned, that's the 4th girl that you just dismissed!" Gareth throws the music sheets as it flies everywhere making a mess as Eddie glares at him

"I don't want them in my life anymore"

Jeff studies his friend as he realizes that he is sooooo determined to see you again, if only, he can see you again

He knows that his friend won't stand for it, he won't stay still, he ain't gonna calm down until he reunites with you again

"Right, so, you just met some girl-"

"He is not some girl, Gareth"

Gareth knows he is already pissed, so, he held his hand up in surrender

The phone rings again and Eddie thinks it's the most annoying sound ever as the ringing tone bleeds through his ear

He stands up fast as he yanks the phone wire ending up breaking it as his friend's watches in shock as he threw the telephone across the room

"W-Why did you do that?!? That could be important!" Jeff walks over to the destroyed telephone as he goes to the kitchen awaiting for the next ring and Eddie is about to- but he stops him by holding his chest

He picks it up as he answers, "Hello?"

Jeff pinches his nose bridge as he grimaces at Eddie who is now wearing a smug look on his face

"Well?"

"It's Josephine"

Jeff is about to end the call but Eddie snatches the phone as he spoke

"Hello, dear, I'm sorry but stop trying to call me, Goodbye, don't ever call me again" he slams the phone back on its place

His voice is still remains the softness but it's firm dictating the words very clearly

Jeff raises his eyebrows he thought he'll screech at the young woman over the telephone but he didn't, he just politely declined whatever the girl wants

"Dude, look at him! Not a fucking single regret on his eyes" Gareth gestures his hands as he points out to Eddie

"I'm gonna throw out any phone if someone else tries to call me again, there's no player in me anymore, a-and it was dead ages ago!"

"But the media still thinks that you are" Gareth snorts but Jeff pokes his stomach with his elbow

"That's all some crap that they made up"

"What makes you think she'll believe you?"

"What?"

"If you ever encountered her again"

"Then I'll say the truth and that's the only night that I ever slept with someone for so long and I wouldn't join anyone in a bed or in a freaking house that isn't her"

Jeff nods along with a enigmatic smile on his face as Eddie shakes his head at him but he smiles

"I also wonder Alexis been doing, I haven't talked to her for a month?"

"Didn't you say they lived in a province? Or like a small cities?"

"Yeah? They could be everywhere in the world?!? I think she forgots to mention the name of their town, but wait- I think I saw her I.D hanging around her neck once, I took a glimpse on it"

Gareth pulls his brows together as he tries to remember the memory

Jeff and Eddie looks at him waiting for the anticipated answer

"Indiana? I don't know what part in Indiana?"

Eddie claps both of his hands, "we should make a tour over there and convinced our manager to make it happen"

"Why didn't you say this before?"

"Hey, Don't take this on me! I only just remembered it! y'all should be thankful that I can recall it"

The phone rings once again and Eddie is ready to yeeted it out of the window

Both of the men panicked as they rushed to Eddie to stop him by breaking another phone

"No- Eddie!"

"Stop!"

The boys we're surprised that their idea is acceptable

They toured on every part in Indiana, even he needs to rest and he needs to sleep but every show they did before and after, he never stopped looking for you anywhere

He has turned the whole places of Indiana upside down just to look for you

He finds nothing

No, sign of you anywhere

But, he's not giving up hope, he would rather die just to be with someone who isn't you

He would never ever date or marry someone else that isn't you

Eddie is now starting think that you might be not a human being after all, maybe, you're just this angel that came down or even a magical entity that came into his life and that's why you disappeared all of the sudden

He thanks himself for being so attentive with your friend Alexis as she talks about you to him before, you sounded so wonderful with her stories but meeting you in person? It's more fantastic

He went every record store in the place, he grows sadder when some other places didn't have any, he knew that you liked his vinyl collection, so, he supposed that somehow you we're there looking at the records

But as always the result is none

He is rooting for the last place that they'll visit

Even you don't want him anymore, he'll still be happy just to see you again for one last time

A bunch of youngsters are awestruck of the café that you and Alexis usual spot to hang out

"Do the people of Hawkins just finally realized that the coffee is good there or what?" Alexis says as she clutches her purse tightly as you both approach a sea of people

"What are they screaming about?"

Some adults overheard you as they replied "A rock band just visited our town are having a show at Hawkins High"

Your eyes light up of what you just heard "A rock band? Really?"

"Oh my god, me and my bestfriend went there to highschool together!"

"We have to grab a coffee, first, Alexis"

"I already feel so energized! I wonder who it is"

You murmur "Excuse me! We're passing through"

You both finally made it inside as you take your orders

Unbeknownst to you, a certain man on the other side is also drinking coffee

That's where all the noise coming from

A familiar laughter shoots through his core, oh boy, he felt weak in the knees as he heard it again

Despite the crowd being so loud, he still heard it

He thought was only hallucinating but he heard it yet again

Eddie turns around almost drops his cup of coffee as he shakily breathes

There you are with Alexis as you're about to leave as you take your coffee and a small paper bag

But, as soon as he gets up, the people are starting to get frenzy as the bodyguards couldn't handle the situation

He is stuck with all of the fans surrounding him

God, he is like fighting with his life at this very moment

He tries to walk ahead but no to avail as many people are dying to get close to him

Jeff and Gareth are politely telling people to give them personal space and to back off

They both follow their friends gaze as Jeff put hands over his head as Gareth eyes softens that he saw his girl again

"Please, don't leave!" He yells as he puts his hands on either side of his mouth as he shouts for your name

Making the crowd went completely silent, the rest of the people follow where he's staring at as you can hear the distant whispering

You froze as you stop your tracks to that voice

The voice that you thought you couldn't hear again

"They're here, I-I can't believe it!" Alexis sobbed as he saw Gareth who is teary-eyed

Eddie finally made his way over to you slowly as the people watch him, you're just about to turn around to face him

The second you looked at his eyes, your body shook that you can swear that Eddie can see it that you're nervous and confused

There's a unreadable expression on his eyes that you've never seen before

Maybe, you avoid yourself for letting him in, for staying in denial

But, the truth is, you still love him

"Hey, sweetheart, it feels so nice to finally see you again" He breathy laughs as he pulls up wide smile as his eyes goes all over your face

Your hair is different, shaggy haircut but still long, you're wearing a baggy long sleeve shirt as he can see the peek of your sports bra strap and denim skirt, a pair of sneakers but as always, you looked prettier on every kind of style

He had some changes too, I mean- he is always stylish but you didn't expect him to be even more confident, he wore a freaking mesh tee that you can see through his tattoos, he is so insane for wearing it and leather pants with boots

All you wanted to do is to throw yourself at him but you have a respect for yourself

You don't want him to give the satisfaction that he wants, so, you remained the wall that you build up

"Hello" you nod as you plastered a fake smile

His expression changes as he saw that you weren't pleased to see him again

But, then again, of course, why would you be happy

"Fucking tabloids" he thinks to himself

The swarming fans went wild as they tried to get to Eddie

Eddie jerks his head at the backdoor as you turn your head at it even you think if this was a bad idea to let him get into you again

Still, you want him to talk

The bodyguards blocked the way, so, both of you can have a privacy, you heard the people talking about you

"Who is the mystery girl?" As they all say

Alexis gave you an encouraging smile and a hug before she left you with him

She glares at Eddie who swallowed nervously

He tails behind your back as you went outside, he closes the door blurring out all the noise inside

He doesn't even know where to start as you wrap your arms around yourself ducking your head down, his hands are itching to touch you

"Uh, how are you?"

"I've been good" you lie, you missed him

He nods but if this painfully short conversation ends up like shit, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself, so-

"After that night" he brings it up, you get tensed as you look at his hopeful eyes

"I-I think I'm in love you" he said without a single trace of doubt on his voice

Your eyes are glistening to his confession but you take a step back at him as you slowly shake your head

"Eddie, y-you have a quite a reputation" you laugh in disbelief as you tried not to breakdown and cry Infront of him

Does that mean he felt the same way? Like you did?

He knows what you mean by that and he is never proud of it

He doesn't have anyone who looked at him in the way that you looked at him

They only want him because of his rockstar personality but you?

You're aware that he's a big artist in the industry but you treated him like he always wanted to be treated

Is to feel seen and you just interacted him not only he felt the connection but also spiritually

Meeting you was the best refreshing moments of his life

"That's all the in past now, please, I need you and I want you, can you just listen what I have to say?!"

"Are you doing this because you're already tired all of the girls that you have? Am I going to be one of them? No-"

"I tried to forget about you!"

He curses himself when he saw the hurt expression on your face

"I tried, I really really tried, I woke up in that morning and I don't even know what you did to me! I can't seem to get you out of my head!" He takes a step closer to you

"After that night, I don't know what to do with myself like how am I going to see you again?!"

That's how much he misses you? the tears well up in your eyes

Your chest tightens as he moves closer to you as he held both of your forearms

"I woke up every single morning and you're the only one who runs through my mind" he says to you very softly, a voice sounds so small and vulnerable

He cradles your cheek as swipes the fallen tear that runs down

You still haven't responded to him as he kept on going

"I'll give whatever you want, just say something, whatever you need, I'm going to give it to you and I guarantee that you'll be happy and I won't ever make you cry and feel hurt, we'll be together" he pauses as whispers the last line

"I-If that's what you want, if you'll have me" he rests his forehead against yours

"W-What a-about the girls?"

"Those days are over, baby, I only want you nothing more"

You quietly sniffle to his another confession as you look straight into his eyes

"And even you don't want me, I'll fucking die alone"

"Eddie- I"

"Also that night, I've never been with anyone else for so long that it feels like an eternity but when I met you, god, you change me, you put me on like I've never felt before and I still need more, I need you and I want you in my life permanently!"

It's true, his eyes fixed on you as he gauges for your reaction and verdict

"Sweetheart, I-"

You slam your lips over to his as he hums while kissing you back

Gosh, you both missed this

He cuts it off as he furrow his brows at you, looking at you in confusion

"Is that a yes?"

You let the happy tears fall as you hug him "Yes, Eddie, I love you"

You embraced him as you bury your face on his neck as you stand on your tippy toes

He sighs of relief as he carries you and circles you around as he pulls you back to kiss you once again

"I love you too so much" he says as you finally saw the glint of adoration on his eyes that you're terrified to see before

This time, he won't be worry not seeing you again

Because you'll stay forever with him on his side

Like you always wanted in the first place <3

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Sleeping Beauty

A new akuma has the power to turn fairy tales into reality. Marinette is hit and falls into a deep sleep. Ladybug has yet to show up to the battle, Paris fears for the worst. Without the miraculous cure, there may only be one other option. True Love's kiss should wake her…

But who is her true love?

Note: I imagine this is pre-Season 4-ish but it can also just be read as non-canon/alternate universe, if you so choose. Rated T for Teen for possible disturbing wording. Also on AO3.

Surprise! Related outtake can be found here!

~~~~~~~

When Grimm Talia – the latest akuma – arrived, no one was quite sure what to make of them. Their twisted color palette and oversized robes, which flared out like dragon wings as they glided through the air, disguised most of their identifying attributes. It seemed to be a playwright or author that had been working on a retelling of classic fairytales, that was angered by their lover or something – at least that’s what Alya assumed. It was odd that someone had yet to come forward with a civilian name for Grimm Talia. Perhaps Hawkmoth was the akuma’s lover and was akumatized for finding out his identity! The blogger was captivated immediately and tried to capture video for her blog, paying more attention to streaming and her play-by-play commentary for her followers than to her surroundings. She had wandered into the open from her hiding spot in the alley to get a better angle, exposing herself completely while distracted with her phone. Unfortunately, this put the blogger in the crosshairs of the akuma’s next blast.

Alya yelped as the akuma grinned down at her through the camera lens and raised a magical staff made of thorny briar branches, charging their ray as they recanted lines from Sleeping Beauty like a spell. The blogger stumbled back a step and dropped her phone with a clatter, her mouth dropping open as if to silently scream in horror or call for help. She was frozen in place; watching things happen like a slow-motion train crash that she could not look away from. Just when it appeared there was no escape, she was pushed out of the way and landed in a pile of discarded boxes nearby. The akuma cackled and floated off after the next victim in their sights. Alya pulled a box off her head only to realize that her savior had been none other than her dear friend…

“Marinette!” Alya hollered, quickly diving for her phone and the crumpled pigtailed girl on the sidewalk, dragging her back into the relative safety of the alleyway. Guilt flooded the reporter’s heart as she worried over the bluenette’s unconscious body in her arms. On the upside, her friend was still breathing. Downside, she seemed to be in a comatose-like sleep of which she could not be roused. Just then, Chat Noir landed beside them.

“Ladyblogger! You shouldn’t be here, it’s too dang-purr—is that Marinette?!” Chat exclaimed, too shocked at seeing his Everyday Ladybug unconscious to complete his pun.

Alya felt a few tears escape her eyes and slide down her face, “Chat Noir! Yes, I wasn’t paying attention and…Grimm Talia, the new akuma, was about to shoot me…she took the hit for me! Now she won’t wake up!”

The cat boy’s ears flattened to his hair with worry, reaching down to gently trace Marinette’s jaw with a clawed finger and pat her cheek. No response. The idea of his favorite civilian and good friend being hurt greatly unsettled the cat hero. He couldn’t understand why but all his instincts screamed to protect and get the girl to safety. “The bakery is just a couple blocks away, let’s get her home so she isn’t laying here in the street,” Chat lifted the girl from the reporter’s lap and cradled her against his chest with one arm, then motioned for Alya to hop on his back. “Once we take care of the akuma, the cure should wake her up. Hold on tight.” He pulled out his staff and launched the three of them easily into the sky, rushing towards the bakery to get them both to safety.

Looking around from the air, Alya saw several people suffering from various fairytale effects. It seemed the akuma’s power was not limited to putting to people to sleep… Some were transformed into various animals, large and small – frogs, bears, swans, stags… Others trapped in taxis that had become large pumpkins; a few unlucky people seemed to be stuck to a golden colored goose. Ladies clutched at their clothes, now turned into ratty, festering furs. Others muffled sobs as they knelt by golden statues that must have once been their children, staring at their hands in horror. Down a passing street a man seemed to be chasing a large wolf dressed in a floral housecoat and bonnet – what was that about? The blogger felt nauseous as she witnessed a few people screaming for help as they raised their severed arms in the air – every single one seemingly hacked off bloodlessly at the elbow. She quickly looked away, trying to find anything else on the horizon to distract her from the bile rising in her throat. For as far as her eye could see there were long streams of hair flowing down streets in a myriad of colors – like large skeins of yarn that had fallen from their basket – catching on every street sign and mailbox. As Chat launched them over the last intersection, on the corner below Alya spied an unlikely trio of a mouse, a bird, and…was that person transformed into a sausage?!

They landed beside the entry for the bakery and Alya quickly dismounted to open the door, only for them both to jump back as a cloud of blackbirds burst from the entry with an earsplitting screech. Inside looked like a disaster area after a bomb went off, every cake and pie appeared to have exploded. Feathers still floated through the air like snowflakes in winter as frosting and pie fillings dripped from the ceiling tiles. The Dupain-Cheng’s looked a little worse for wear – slowly lowering the broom and large wooden peel they had been using as weapons – but relieved that the birds were now gone. They let out a sigh until their eyes fell upon their limp daughter in the hero’s arms, fear overtaking their countenances. Alya recounted her tale as Chat brought Marinette up to her room and settled her comfortably on the chaise. He gently brushed a few stray bangs from her face, careful to keep his claws from marring her skin. His instincts were still screaming that something was very wrong. The cat hero felt immense guilt for not being able to protect the petite bluenette, she seemed so fragile... A look of determined resolve settled on his features as he rose to his feet.

“Madame, Monsieur, Ladybug and I will do all we can to fix this. Cat’s honor. Ladyblogger,” Chat met her eyes with a glare as he was unable to keep his roiling emotions from his voice, “stay away from the battle. You caused enough damage already; we don’t need to need to worry about rescuing you while we fight.” With that Chat gave a little salute before vaulting out the window and back towards the fray. The Dupain-Chengs quickly assured her that she could remain here while they went down to clean up what they could in the bakery.

Shocked by Chat’s angry gaze and overcome with guilt, Alya sat heavily in Marinette’s desk chair with her head in her hands. Chat was right. It was her fault that her friend was now unconscious… There had to be something she could do! Just then a notification popped up on her phone from the Ladyblog. The bespectacled girl scrolled through several comments, posts, images, and testimonials from various followers all over Paris… Ladybug had not been spotted yet; people seemed worried that she might have been hit by the akuma already. She raised her eyes from the phone to her friend with worry, hoping she could hear her. “Mari…they think Ladybug may have already been taken out. Without her there is no miraculous cure. I’m worried you might never wake up…a-and it’s all my fault.”

She gripped her phone helplessly as her gaze dropped to her shoes, wishing for a miraculous or some power she could use to undo what happened. Without Ladybug, what chance did Paris stand against Hawkmoth? What chance did Marinette have at waking up? Notifications kept coming in, the quiet pings sounding far louder in the deathly quiet room. Alya finally glanced at it again, intending to silence it, when the title of a post caught her eye…

REVERSING GRIMM TALIA’S SLEEP SPELL!! HAWKMOTH HATES THIS ONE TRICK!!

The blogger cringed at the headline but proceeded to read…

My husband was hit by the akuma and fell into an unconscious state while getting out of our taxi. I thought he was dead, but I was so relieved when he was still breathing. You see we had gone out to breakfast at this café by the Siene and he had the apple tart, even though apples cause him heartburn…

Alya skimmed through the post, bypassing the poster’s unnecessary explanation of what they had been doing before the akuma and their plans, seeking out the resolution. Was this person a recipe blogger? Just get to the point… Ah, there it was!

…discovered that the unconscious person awakes with true love’s kiss!

“That’s it! I just need to find Adrien!” Alya tried to call the boy but there was no answer. “Okay, I need to go out there. I’m not going to the battle zone so Chat shouldn’t get too angry… Don’t worry, I’m gonna save you, Mari!” With one last look at her unconscious friend, she bolted down and out of the bakery.

Mission: Find Adrien was a Go! The S.S. Adrienette ship was going sail!

~~~ Somewhere in Paris ~~~

She ran through the streets, carefully dodging impacted Parisians and narrowly avoiding tripping on random ropes of tangled hair. Alya eventually stumbled upon Nino and Felix taking cover near the public library where they had been working on a class project. If anyone would know where to find Adrien, it would be these two. “Nino, you’re safe,” she cried as she wrapped him up in a hug.

“Babe! I saw the stream earlier; I thought you had been hit!” Nino hugged her tight, finally releasing the worried tension from his body as he held his girlfriend close.

“I almost was but Marinette saved me. She…,” Alya choked on her words as she stepped back to meet his eyes, “Nino, she took the hit for me. She’s unconscious and won’t wake up! It’s all my fault. But there might be a way to save her…we need to find Adrien!” Both boys stiffened at her words, one with shock and the other unreadable.

“What do you need my clueless cousin for, Miss Césaire?” Felix asked, his usual haughty tone taking an air of suspicion.

“If Adrien kisses her, it’ll wake Marinette up,” cried the red head impatiently. “True love’s kiss has broken a similar state for some impacted by the akuma. Ladybug hasn’t been seen yet; this is Marinette’s best chance!”

Felix scoffed and crossed his arms, “And why do you assume that Adrien is Miss Dupain-Cheng’s true love? The chance of it being him is as likely as you or I. Even Mr. Lahiffe here could be her potential ‘true love’ for that matter.” An explosion echoed in the distance as if to punctuate his point.

“As if! They’re meant to be together! Now, do you know where he is or not?” Alya demanded angrily. This guy was nothing but trouble! How could such an ass be related to their resident Sunshine Boy?

“Calm down, babe. I haven’t seen him but he did have a photoshoot earlier. With the akuma, he’s probably on lockdown at home. You know how paranoid his father gets during attacks,” Nino tried to defuse the situation. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but Felix seemed more irritated now than he had been in the library…

“Look Felix, do you think you can get your cousin out and to the bakery?” Alya swallowed her anger, this was for Marinette! She could be civil with the devil for her best friend’s wellbeing. Even if the devil was the most annoying, repugnant, arrogant, uncooperative…

“Tsk. Perhaps I might be able to disguise myself as my cousin and…,” began the taciturn blond.

“Perfect! Tell him we’ll meet him at the bakery! Come on, Nino,” the Ladyblogger impatiently dragged her boyfriend away, bolting down a neighboring street. Both teens missed the smirk that graced Felix’s face as he loosened his black tie.

~~~

Chat Noir landed with a huff and picked at a few thorns stuck to his suit. Ladybug was a no show and the akuma packed quite the wallop! Where was she?! He glanced around cautiously, checking for any civilians to evacuate before he jumped back into battle. From the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar head of hair and growled angrily. Alya had come back out to the fight! He had warned her to stay put!

He jumped over to the rooftop directly above the Ladyblogger and watched as she reunited with Nino. His ears twitched as he listened in, hearing Alya’s idea of how to wake Marinette… True Love’s kiss? Chat shuddered and frowned with dismay. This akuma reminded him too much of Dark Cupid for his liking! The cat hero was also feeling confused and flustered at the idea of kissing his dear friend. Sure, Mari was cute and sweet but, Felix had a point: why him? Marinette was his first friend, he trusted her in and out of the mask... What if Marinette hoped for more? The expectations of his father and fans were bad enough.

‘Still,’ Chat thought as he bit his lip, ‘I’d do anything for my friends…’

~~~ Twenty Minutes Later ~~~

A tousled Adrien ran towards the bakery, careful to avoid obstacles and looking around for the akuma before dashing across the street. He came to a sliding stop outside the bakery, panting with the physical strain of running through several blocks of fairytale victims, and flung open the door. Nino and the Dupain-Chengs, alerted by the door chime, looked up to see the exhausted teen and ushered him towards the back.

“Hey bro! Thank gods you made it!” Nino paused, looking over his friend’s outfit. “What’s up with the suit?”

Adrien glanced down to where a grey vest hung open to reveal his dress shirt and charcoal slacks. Using a hand to smooth out the wrinkled, untucked, button-up against his chest before chuckling. “Felix loaned me some clothes so I could get here without Gorilla following me. Not my best look but it seems to have worked!” The blond gave a disarming but concerned smile, “Fe said something happened to Marinette? Is she okay?” The blond anxiously ran a hand through his hair, messing up the styling so that he looked more like he normally did.

“Yeah, man, come on,” the Moroccan-French boy grabbed his friend’s rolled up sleeve and dragged him upstairs. Adrien stumbled up the last few steps and entered the pink room behind Nino. “Babe! I told you Felix would come through for our girl!”

“Sunshine! Thank the gods… Marinette got hit by an akuma and won’t wake up. We think true love’s kiss will wake her. What love is truer than friendship, right?” The reporter’s smile was a little too wide to be genuine but the blond did not seem to notice as he stepped towards the unconscious girl with a furrowed brow. Someone had let down her hair and it was fanned out like a halo on the cushion beneath her head. Her arms were laying on her stomach, delicate hands crossed at rest near her heart. Her pink lips, seeming to glisten with dew, were slightly parted. The sunlight from the window seemed to give her whole body a golden ethereal hue – she looked like a sleeping angel and it took his breath away.

He finally tore his eyes away briefly to look at the other two occupants of the room. “I don’t know… You know I’d do anything for Marinette but…why haven’t you two tried?”

The two bespectacled teens exchanged a look, communicating silently, before Alya replied slowly, “We did. She didn’t wake. We’re hoping a kiss from you might work since you’re such…good…friends.”

Adrien’s eyes dropped to Marinette’s still form again, unreadable emotions flitted across his face before he seemed to take a more resolute stance. “Alright. I’ll do it.” He kneeled down beside the chaise, taking one of her limp hands and holding it to his cheek. “Marinette…,” he murmured brokenly, overcome with his emotions in the moment. Alya and Nino watched with bated breath as the blond tentatively leaned down, pausing mere millimeters from their friend’s lips to gaze at her face and whisper something too low for them to hear. Then he closed the distance and placed a chaste kiss to her lips.

Her lips were as warm as they were soft, her breath tasted like chai tea and his lungs reverently drank it in. A mysterious, disembodied chime seemed to sound from above them and the model felt her fingers twitch in his grasp. They held their breath as Adrien pulled back with a look of awe. Marinette’s eyes fluttered open and met the green eyes of the blond still hovering above her with a look of quiet curiosity. Alya and Nino cried out with joy and hugged. “I knew it! I knew true love’s kiss would work!” Alya smiled slyly towards the two on the chaise, “We’ll go downstairs to let your parents know the good news and give you lovebirds some time to talk.”

“Hey!” protested Nino as he was roughly shoved through the trap door, his complaints cut off with a hasty slam of the wood against the frame. An oppressive silence descended upon the room in their absence, accentuated by a soft tick of a clock and their breathing. Marinette didn’t say a word, her bluebell eyes transfixed to the emerald-colored orbs in front of her. The model watched her nervously, he pressed a tentative kiss to the hand he still held between his own as if too scared to speak, to break the spell they were under. The bluenette raised her free hand and cupped his cheek, her thumb tracing a path under his eye as her gaze seemingly analyzed his every feature in agonizing detail. Finally, with a small smile, she slid her hand down to his neck and broke the silence by sweetly whispering his name.

“…. Felix.”

The blond boy’s eyes widened, and his body stiffened with shock, “How did you—”

He was cut off with a swift tug on his collar and her lips against his. While momentarily stunned, he quickly succumbed to the kiss and Felix was willingly dragged onto the chaise. They quickly found themselves in a tangled embrace – hands in hair, legs interwoven, chests pressed together – as they succumbed to their mutual passion with moans of delight. A familiar, crumpled up, black tie fell carelessly from his pocket to the floor. Hidden in a corner of the room, Tikki looked upon her chosen with a small smile. True love’s kiss was a powerful thing.

The akuma would have to wait…

~~~ BONUS SCENES ~~~

‘Still,’ Chat thought as he bit his lip, ‘I’d do anything for my friends…’

Before he could catch the rest of the trio’s conversation, an explosion in the distance drew his attention. From the dust sprang yet another tall beanstalk that reached into the clouds. Chat took off in search of the akuma, hoping desperately that his lady would arrive… He landed with a dull thud next to a young woman that had been changed into a beautiful golden harp, crying as she struggled to right herself. The cat boy quickly jumped to assist, setting her carefully against the nearest stairwell so that she could hold onto the railing for support. The lady harp cried out and pointed behind him with fear filled eyes, he turned to find himself face to face with the business end of the akuma’s thorny staff! Shit!

“…A curse upon your house and all within it. Until you have found someone to love you as you are, you shall remain…,” incanted Grimm Talia.

Chat Noir vaulted away as fast as he could, attempting to gain some ground, when he felt a warm blast hit his back. He fell gracelessly onto a neighboring rooftop where he convulsed painfully on the floor for a moment. This was nothing like being hit by Dark Cupid or Reflekta... Damn, it felt like he was being ripped apart and put back together! The akuma’s cackle echoed up from the streets below, which kicked his survival instincts into overdrive. Blindly Chat scrambled up and bolted into the roof access hatch, finding a restroom in the building to hide in temporarily. Breathing hard, he leaned against the sink to catch his breath – only to realize that his clawed hands were now covered in thick fur. He glanced up into the mirror, seeing that two small horns sprouted between his cat ears and his face took on the appearance of some sort of wild beast. He reached back and grabbed for his baton, intending to call Ladybug again, only to pull out a glowing red rose that proceeded to drop a single petal onto the tiled floor between his feet.

“Uh oh…”

~~~ Later ~~~

“Team Adrienette! A-DRI-EN-ETTE! Team Adrienette!” Alya sang while happily skipping down the sidewalk outside the bakery as if there wasn’t still an akuma on the loose somewhere in the city. Nino cautiously meandered after her, smiling as he shook his head at his girlfriend’s antics. If the quiet muffled noises coming from upstairs before they left were any indication, after years of trying, it seemed their resident sunshine boy and aspiring designer were finally a couple. Those two had danced around each other enough! So many misunderstandings, lies, and schemes! The bespectacled teens both hoped for the best – one already planning double dates and the other compiling a list of romantic music that might become ‘their song.’ They were both broken from their thoughts by a familiar voice calling their names.

“What the…,” muttered Alya. Across the street stood a bashful but happy looking Adrien waving at them with one hand while the other held the hand of an even more familiar bluenette teen… Marinette’s ex-boyfriend and Kitty Section’s favorite guitarist: Luka Couffaine.

“Dude! How did you get out here so quickly? And why are you with Luka?” Nino asked with confusion written all over his features as the two boys joined them.

“I was on my way to the bakery when I was hit by the akuma, got transformed into a giant beast with horns and a magical rose, can you believe it?” The blond model laughed and blushed. He rubbed the back of his head nervously. “Then I stumbled into Luka here and…well, turns out he was what I needed to reverse my akuma curse.”

“We heard about Marinette, how is she?” Luka asked, voice filled with concern as he dropped Adrien’s hand briefly to fiddle with a snake shaped bracelet. Must be a worrying habit the musician had.

“Well…she’s awake…,” Nino murmured distractedly, his mind still trying to fit the pieces together.

Alya, whom had been standing frozen with her mouth open in shock, seemed to finally recover. She pointed at the blond and then back over her shoulder towards the bakery entrance not five meters away. “What are you talking about?! We just saw you in the bakery with Marinette!” Just then, as if summoned by divine intervention, out of the bakery stumbled another blond – this one sporting a lovesick dazed smirk as he waved to someone hidden beyond the glass door. The four teens on the sidewalk took in his disheveled appearance with three looks of shock and one of amusement. A word that described the boy in this moment: rumpled. His shirt was untucked and incorrectly buttoned in a way that revealed a white undershirt beneath it, his crumpled black tie hung loosely around his neck like a scarf, pink lipstick smears were visible from his face to his collarbone (with a little adorning the inside of his shirt collar), and his hair seemed to be as wild and untamed as Chat Noir’s.

“…Fe?” Adrien tentatively called, unsure of what he was witnessing. His cousin had never looked less than professional for a day in his life! Perhaps it was a doppelgänger brought on by the akuma?

That warm gaze shifted towards the model’s call and, upon seeing them, it was as if a switch was flipped. Felix slicked back his unruly hair, draped his discarded wrinkled vest over his shoulder, and meandered towards the stunned group. With the lovesick look now cleared, his smirk took on a smug edge but his eyes still glowed with a satisfied happiness that none of them had seen on him before. “Cousin,” the formal boy nodded to the model and started whistling a jaunty tune as he swaggered past. Three sets of eyes stared at his every move in bewilderment. He seemed more relaxed and at ease than usual; plus, there was a…

Wait, was that a hickey under his right ear?!

“Felix Fathom! What the hell—,” Alya began but, with a raised hand that bid them adieu without looking back, Felix disappeared around the smashed carcass of a giant pumpkin that was once a delivery van. Only with the soft echo of his whistling hanging in the air did Nino realize…

‘Huh, I didn’t know Felix was a Daft Punk fan.’

~~~

Ladybug, feeling guilty after the increasingly panicked voicemails from Chat while she was otherwise detained, managed to defeat the akuma with a little help from Viperion and cast the cure just in time to meet her date that evening at Andre’s.

Paris is saved once again by the Powerpuf—err, Ladybug!

Notes:

Felix was whistling Daft Punk’s “Get Lucky.” I’ll let you imagine what he whispered to her before kissing her. 😊

Peel (based on the French word ‘pelle’) is the long paddle looking implement that is often used at brick oven pizza places but are also used for bread and pastries.

Please let me know in the comments what enchanted furniture you think Gabriel transformed into while Adrien was the Beast! Grimm Talia did say “a curse upon your house and all within it.” 😉 Talk about an akuma backfiring on the user! Check out the other suggestions here!

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garzzum · 2 months

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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE: Arisen & Pawn(s) Edition

Tagged By: @fisherkn1ght

Thank you so much!!!!! 😊❤️

I have no one to tag so if you see this and you'd like to do it, pretend I tagged you 💀

Prepare for the overuse of parenthesis. This is gonna be long so 👇

Arisen: Crom

(I had to take all the screenshots in this post literally today cuz Xbox deleted all my old screenshots and I never saved them to my phone 💔)

Nickname(s): Probably Crumb. 😭

Age: I think 22-25 maybe. She's childhood friends with Quina and Valmiro, and personally I can't see them being any older than 25-ish.

Race: Human.

Gender: I wanna say she identifies as a woman but tbh gender doesn't really matter much to her. Like she doesn't think about it. She'd have no problems if someone referred to her as anything other than a woman or used pronouns other than she/her.

Orientation: Asexual/Aromantic (like me😋). I can't imagine her (or really any of my OCs lol) in a romantic relationship or having sex or anything.

Moral Alignment: I think Neutral Good.

Class: She started as a Fighter and later became a Warrior. She just wants to swing a big sword around.

Background: Literally just the intro in DD1 💀 She's childhood friends with Quina and Valmiro, though her and Quina are practically sisters as Crom was raised by Adaro most of her life after her parents died in a brine-related accident. She doesn't remember them much. She took becoming the Arisen pretty well actually, if you ignore the fact that some of her neighbors died 💀 She was stoked to see a real life dragon until it sunk in (idk how she can see when her eyes are closed 24/7 but y'know... it's a fantasy game, pretend 😭).

Interests/Hobbies: Fishing (ofc, she's Cassardi), she's always liked sword fighting (I can imagine her and Valmiro as kids enthusiastically whacking eachother with wooden swords until they both were all bruised up and Quina had to heal them while lovingly chewing them out), and crafting things. Like whittling or making necklaces and crowns out of flowers that Quina found (to her annoyance, she collected those for a tonic).

Language(s): Common. Is that what it's called in Gransys? Grasian? Granslish?

Height: Probably around 5'10. The tallest in the village. 😭

Colors: Blue, Red, and Brown. Those would be her fave if you pretend that she can see...

Fruits: Idk.. I don't think she can choose either. She probably has a new favorite every other day.

Alchoholic Beverages: I don't think she drinks very often. She's definitely gotten wasted on Cloudwine with Mercedes once or twice though. (Also just a little headcanon, I like to think that Madeleine and Mountebank are friends, considering their shops are so close by, and now I'm imagining the three of them having a night on the town while Affie follows closely behind them to make sure they don't get into too much trouble. Fournival's probably there too but he'll deny it.)

Smokes: Again, not very often, but she has smoked greenwarish with Quina and Valmiro a couple times (you can't convince me they haven't smoke before, have you seen Quina's room? I get that she's a healer but...)

Drugs: I mean, if greenwarish counts.. But no, she doesn't do drugs. She needs to have a clear head for all that sword swinging. 🤣

Driver's (Oxcart) License: Definitely not. She falls asleep on the oxcarts way too fast.

Ever Been Arrested: Besides the Aelinore quest, no. She can be kinda reckless but she's not a troublemaker.

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Pawn: Affie

wow, great screenshots 💔

Nicknames: Affie is her nickname 😭 Her name is actually Afaenia but no one calls her that. (Affie and Crom's names are literally in-game monikers. For some reason I'm incapable of not using monikers as my characters actual names in DD.)

Age: About the same as Crom, 22-25. Physically. I guess if she was made by Crom she'd probably only be a couple months old. 👶

Race: Pawn. Lol. Crom has loved fantasy stories since she was a kid and has always wanted to see a real life elf, so she created Affie in the image of one (but now I'm wondering, do fantasy stories exist in fantasy worlds? What could possibly be fantasy to them? Modern day Earth? 😭)

Gender: Pawn. I'm kidding. I think like Crom she probably doesn't care much about gender. She's very fem presenting but if you referred to her in any other way she wouldn't really care.

Orientation: Asexual/Aromantic. I just can't see her in a romantic or sexual way lol. It makes me a bit uncomfortable personally.

Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral? It was hard to pick. She really only answers to Crom. She doesn't think much for herself so you can be sure that she's not going be getting into any trouble (of her own free will lmao.) She is full of complaints though. 😭 I also kinda see her as a big sister figure to Crom despite being younger than her. Always looking out for her and having no problem chewing her out.

Class: She started as a Mage but later became a Sorcerer. Though I can see her switching back and forth depending on Crom's behavior. Like if Crom's been recently injured I can see Affie switching to Mage again to make sure she's ok in fights until she's got her full strength again.

Background: She doesn't really have one... She was made by Crom. If she had a life before Crom, she doesn't remember it.

Interests/Hobbies: I'm not quite sure honestly, but she's probably a throwblast dealer on the side. Something about explosives...

Language(s): Granslish (Common). If she were in DD2 I don't think she'd be able to speak elven. She's a fake. 😔

Height: I think about 5'7-ish. She's a bit shorter than Crom but not too short.

Colors: Purple and Orange.

Fruits: Grapes. I can't really see her enjoying a whole lot of fruits. Maybe? She likes bitter flavors.

Alchoholic Beverages: She has no time for drinks when she has a hard-headed Arisen to take care of.

Smokes: She may not drink, but she's definitely dabbled in little greenwarish before...

Drugs: Nope.

Driver's (Oxcart) License: Can she be trusted to drive a cart? Not sure, but I think she'd have a license regardless.

Ever Been Arrested: Can pawns be arrested? They're not allowed within castle walls... But no, she's a good pawn.

Some more pics lol

Sorry, they're honestly not that interesting 💀

#dragon's dogma #ddda #crom #affie #I had to do this whole thing over again cuz I delted it on accident #I had been working on it for idk #an hour??#😭😭😭💔#why can I not spell delete

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Ivypool's heart rant under the cut lol

WHISTLEPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW, my little Whis is important, WHISTLEPAW is a big part of the story (hopefully). Oh boy, I hope they won't do Whis too wrong with this book or I'll go fight the Erins myself.

this little scene was very funny to me. Whistlepaw is a shit fighter confirmed

we also get descriptions for the new children, FINALLY. Don't think anyone expected Branchkit to be fully white, but the Erins like being chaotic with their pelt colors, so whatevz. I've already played with fully white kits in this family, Branchkit is deaf now.

Anyways, I am pretty okay with Ivypool and Rootspring hanging out to mourn Bristlefrost. It's touching in a way that they bond over this shared grief (also impressed they mentioned Antpelt. They do remember things from time to time. Impressive)

The way they made Wrenflight have a crush on Rootspring does annoy me just a bit. Crush shenanigans will obviously annoy me personally more, but they truly couldn't find anything better to do and they had to make A Girl fall for Root? (Also I don't know my SkyClan family tree that well surprisingly enough, so I don't have the ability to immediately say if these two are closely related. It seems okay, but who knows). They also made her a

whoopsies </3

However I truly don't feel like Ivypool should be deputy at all in such a situation. It's stated multiple times that she hasn't done a good job at her tasks or even Be On Time and I do wonder why Squirrelstar never immediately choose Cinderheart to be her deputy (also girlpower <3). I am slightly aggravated with Ivypool's worries that she'd be replaced on the long term by Cinder, who in two phrases looks to be such a better deputy than Ivy, so that weird entitlement was a bit annoying tbh. Hope it gets addressed, but I assume it won't.

Fernsong is a nothing character and that doesn't change all that much. He's ~moved on~ with Bristlefrost's death and it does characterize him a bit, but goddamn I didn't know who I found more annoying when he and Ivy were talking. Thriftear and Flipclaw look like they'll be completely forgotten by the story after their one Obligatory Scene and it's a bit disappointing. Fernsong did mention multiple times specifically taking care of the kits, but in such vague terms that it just sounds stupid. Why are the Erins still so wishy-washy about having Fern live up to his earlier promise?

God, just get a divorce if you're not going to talk at this point. Wdym The Father of the kit you just lost doesn't understand the grief you're going through. Okay he's a cardboard made to feel whatever's necessary, but still, this is dumb

*chanting* divorce divorce divorce divorce

Anywaaaaaaays. Harestar gets one emergency gathering, as a treat <3

That was Whistlepaw's little sister, so obviously that would be traumatic (I will bite the Erins if they forget in the rest of the book) and

Whistlepaw does not like public speaking. Whis already had a same-ish reaction last time in Thunder when lying about Frostpaw's death, so this is a funky character trait.

Anyways, Whis <3 (they also don't let Whis finish explaining that damned dream. Constantly interrupting with useless comments. Goddamnit, you don't help a cat that doesn't like public speaking already by constantly speaking up and stopping the story)

And as I yelled in another post, Cloverfoot gets a few good lines here. Not a lot, but she's rational

Whistlepaw gets two free mom's

I find the group of cats so funny to. Ivypool, deputy of ThunderClan and hero of the dark forest, Dovewing, one of The Three super powered cats that saved the Clans, Rootspring, light in the mist, helped to defeat Ashfur and has sister powers, Icewing (joins a bit later), senior warrior of RiverClan, trained in the dark forest too and then there's Whistlepaw, apprentice with a dream. (This will make for a funny daily Whis drawing lol)

#morningtalks #warrior cats #asc spoilers #Ivypool's heart spoilers #Love my silly kitty

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polaesims · 1 year

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Get to know you - Sims Style

Thank you @puffkins2000 for the tag! 💕

What’s your favorite Sims death?

Tbh I'm not big on killing my sims (boring, boooo) so I'd say good ol' old age, especially cause bitches be dying at the wildest moments. But if you want me to be more fancy, I love drowning specifically in floor.

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Maxis Match all the way!!! I only use alpha or alpha-ish cc when I can't find MM alternative.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

Nah, never and frankly I never had to... like my sims just stay one weight their entire life unless I play with a gym freak.

Do you move objects?

Always. The grid is my enemy, moo is my saviour.

Favorite Mod?

Consort Age Mod, cause I love generational gameplay and seeing my sims slowly go gray is so nostalgic to me, and Zodiac Sings Mod, cause I was tired of twins getting different zodiac signs...

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

For TS2 I got a lot of them at once cause they were hand-me-downs from my mum's friend's daughter. For TS3 it was Late Night, I remember it vividly cause my dad thought the lady in a bikini on the cover was inappropriate.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

Neither, cause I play in my native language (it's way more memable), but if I had to choose LIVing speaks to me more.

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

Long story, strap in. So when I was still in highschool, I created a joke save to share with my friends and I made this elderly man whom I named Andrzej and he was a menace. He was a womaniser alchemist, who had like 20 children (5 of which I kept in household, and they were as chaotic as their father) and then became a kung fu master, married a werewolf and finally impersonated a Goth family member and stole their fortune. I love him. Andrzej forever in my heart.

Have you made a simself?

Yep!! I posted her!! She's way prettier though cause girlie's symmetrical. I usually just drop myself and my bf into my world and see what story progression does with me. (as of now I have 3 kids as a kids hater ;-;)

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

The black one I guess... I rarely use the presets cause they're ugly af.

Favorite EA hair?

The one from Island Paradise, the updo with strands framing the face.

Favorite life stage?

Young Adult or teens. I like teens more when I make mischievous bastards.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I can't build to save my life, but I love to decorate!! I'm mostly for the gameplay though (and making sims).

Are you a CC creator?

Yep! I'm new to this but I hope I'll keep getting better.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

Not yet, I'm still figuring out Tumblr in general, but I have some mutuals, I hope to become friends with 😊!

Do you have any sims merch?

Nah, I never found anything subtle enough, cause I don't do on the nose merch very often (except band tees).

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

I used to use an UNGODLY amount of cheats...mostly cause I was a kid, but I would make a pretty sim with loads of CC, then play for a few months with that one sim (mostly being a hoe) and get bored eventually. Nowadays I'm a big generational player and I can play with one family for several years. Just a couple months ago I finally finished playing with a family I started 4 years ago.

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

@sim-songs, @twinsimming, @pixelfrogslegs, @aroundthesims, @bioniczombie, @nectar-cellar, @nightospheresims, @rollo-rolls, @faerielandsims.

How long have you had Simblr?

Literally not even a month, but I felt instantly welcomed to this amazing community!!

How do you edit your pictures?

I use Procreate and then PicsArt on my iPad.

What expansion/gamepack is your favorite?

I just play TS3 nowadays so for that I will say Generations for sure!! I also can't live without University and Seasons. They are my big three.

I don’t know who to tag tbh... I feel like most of my mutuals already did that plus I'm new here so I'm kinda shy but let's say that I tag anyone that is interested in doing this and hadn't been tagged. Like you can say I tagged you!!

#ts3 #ts3 simblr #tag game #personal

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onlyonewoman · 7 months

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As a 40+ woman who's a hardcore feminist and is quite good with both the rolling pin, the sewing machine, actual handwashing clothes, drying herbs and shit like that: I HATE the current tradwife trend on social media for three main reasons: 1. It romantisizes a period of time in history where women literally had less choices in every single aspect of her life than now. 2. You NEVER hear women in their 80's gushing about what an amazing life they had as stay-at-home wives - let alone how happy their own mothers were. You only hear those who have the luxuary to choose. 3. These so called tradwives are, based on what the average houswife was capable of between, lets say, 1900-1950~ish, nothing but a bunch of vlogging cosplayers who love to pretend they're not telling other young women how they should live. I'm sorry, Mrs. Cosplay Wife, but unless your hands are sore, strong and sinewy from hours of physical labor, your pantry stuffed with boring jars of boring food you're preserving in various ways and you know how to mend clothes both by hand and on machine, you're nothing but a fraud. A real damn house wife is someone who works hard around the house to provide for her family - however it may look. It means long hours of sometimes really boring labour. It means knowing how to take GOOD care of the households clothes and linen. Not just throwing them in on a whim in the machine. NO! We're talking meticulous care here - and lots of ironing and, if possible, mangling. It means preparing and cooking meals every fucking day, doing the dishes, the basic plumbing, getting your ass out into the fucking woods during berry season when others lay on the beach! Forget about spending quality time with your kids - they're either in school, doing homework, helping with chores or out playing. Your husband is too busy trying to support a family of too fucking many on a salary that was good enough in the 50's, but not now, so how about some goddamn reality check? If you're blogging/vlogging about how much you love the 1950's estethics and how much you love cupcakes and traditional values, you're just a young, privileged snob, rich enough to not know a flying fuck about how the real housewives in the 1850 ruined their hands with laundry before turning 30 or how those who took drugs to keep the depression at bay in the 1950's felt, because without a world of strangers constantly engaging with and making you earn YOUR OWN money instead of forcing you to ask your husband for it (because, you know, traditional wives HAD NO FINANCIAL FREEDOM), all those colorful, expensive brand kitchen stuff you're prancing around, all the sponsorships and your own bank account, you'd be just as stuck as the women you're trying to cosplay as. You're not traditional, you just have a thing for a certain aestethic and that's fine. But remember: as long as you earn more on strutting around in chechered aprons that aren't made to spill on, moving through you sparkling kitchen with 50 gadgets your great grandma couldn't even imagine over her depressing zinc tub with dirty dishes, than the average worker at a laundry, a restaurant, a goddamn sweatshop couldn't even dream of buying despite working as hard as the actual homemakers did back when managing a home meant absolutely vital stuff for a family to survive, you don't get to point that well-manicured finger at those who call you out on your bullshit. You're not traditional. You're influencers with advertisers who're using your homes, looks - and sometimes your kids - to earn money by cosplaying a 1950's look that most families - especially the non-white and the disabled - weren't a part of. And on top of it, you can't even darn a fucking sock without ruining your expensive manecure. My great grandma would've eaten you for breakfast - before heading out to march for voting rights.

#tradwife #tradwife trend #the word you're looking for is cosplaying for views

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rans-baby · 2 years

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somewhere only we know

pairing: poly!izanaxreaderxkakucho

a/n: I'M BACK AND MY TUMBLR IS NOW FULLY FUNCTIONAL BABYYYY SHADOWBAN WHO? anyways I've been diligently writing while I was briefly gone ♡ I'm making a playlist series so if you have any song ideas w characters pls request (^-^*)/ I LOVE YALL SM.

tw // racism, bullying, major character death, canon divergent, fluff to angst to fluff(ish)??

It had been years since you talked to Izana and Kakucho. Maybe it was you, maybe it was them but that didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was that you were going to have to face your childhood best friends and ex-boyfriends for the first time in three years.

“The Unholy Trinity”. That’s what the other kids in that dingy little orphanage had called you, Izana, and Kakucho. You had met Izana first, being together for a few months before Kakucho joined. Wreaking havoc was a part of your daily lives but it was always for good reason. For example, when that girl pulled on your pigtails, or when the boys made fun of Kakucho’s scar or Izana’s skin color, there was always a good reason. Sharing beds when the heater broke, giving you clothing that got too small for them, light forehead kisses, linking pinkies, that was what your relationship was built on. You would do anything for each other.

Izana was soft to you, initially claiming, “you just remind me of my little sister, Emma you would have loved her”. You noticed whenever he talked about her he’d get a faraway look in his eyes and he’d always end up finding solace in your lap. Kakucho was always there to comfort you when you got lonely and would always help you take your mind off things, mostly by teaching you how to cook and bake. It was like watching a fairytale, you found your princes and everything was perfect. Until it wasn’t.

Izana had a possessive streak that stretched a mile and while you understood his overprotectiveness, things changed when you became adults and you went to college. He rarely let you go out to social events, always worried about what other men would do to you. Even group projects with male partners weren’t permissible as evidenced by all of the male classmates that dropped out of your courses and soon enough, dark rumors spread about you. While Kakucho knew that Izana had a tendency to take things a bit too far, he was always torn between the two of you, never supporting either of you in your actions. While you loved them to death and would do anything for them, it eventually became too much.

You remembered every word of your final argument, how could you forget? “You never let me have other friends, it’s suffocating!” Izana retorted with, “You don’t need other friends, you have us!” You turned to Kakucho, “Kaku whose side are you on?” It was unfair of you to ask that, you knew it the second that you said it. His eyes flashed with something akin to annoyance, a look that you had never been on the receiving end of, “How dare you try and make me choose between my two favorite people in the world?” Tears welled up in your eyes. Izana looked at you, pleading, “Aren’t we enough baby? It’s always been us against the world, right?” You remembered the hurt in his eyes when he asked, but the rage overtook you and before you could stop yourself, you whispered, “Well maybe you guys aren’t enough anymore”. The look in Kakucho’s eyes said it all, “well then you’re free to go, to find other people but know that no one will love you like we do,” the bitterness of the words stinging his tongue.

Those were the last words you exchanged with them. You convinced yourself you moved on. You found a nice, stable boyfriend and a nice, stable job in a nice, stable neighborhood with nice, stable friends. Things were looking up for you, at least they should have been but there was always something missing and you knew exactly what it was. That’s why when an unknown number called you yesterday, you immediately picked up because you knew, you knew it had to be one of your boys.

You were right. It was Kakucho who picked up the phone and you could hear a faint beeping in the background that sounded eerily similar to a heart monitor but you were too distracted by his voice, it had gotten deeper, more tired. He had asked you to meet him at the orphanage in two days before hanging up, not giving you a moment to get a word in.

Light snow was falling when you approached the orphanage for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. You could see the figures of your childhood selves making snow angels, declaring that you were all going to conquer the world together, funny how things worked out. You spotted Kakucho’s lone figure in the distance, wondering where Izana was but being too shocked by seeing him for the first time in so long to actually ask.

“Do you remember?” Those were the first words out of his mouth. You couldn’t possibly begin to guess what he was referring to. Your promise to be together always and forever? Late nights where Kakucho would bake you guys cookies while Izana laid his head in your lap? The last words you had spoken to each other? All you could muster out was a “yes” because you remembered it all. “So where is he?” you asked, afraid of the answer because you knew something was wrong, Kakucho would never go anywhere without Izana. “Dead.” You didn’t want to ask how because no matter what the answer was, it wouldn’t change the fact that he was gone and he left thinking that you hated them, like you could breathe without them.

Deep down, you had known. You always had a sixth sense when it came to your boys and the heartache you felt when you picked up that fucking phone call let you know that the worst was coming, but nothing could have prepared you for the word to come out of his mouth. You let out gut wrenching sobs as you fell to your knees. Your head was spinning and you could vaguely hear Kakucho calling for you but your heart wouldn’t stop pounding and your throat was closing you. You felt his arms surround you and you eventually calmed down.

“You know, he was never mad at you. He was mad at himself, but he didn’t want to interrupt what you had going on. The future you wanted for yourself was coming together and we couldn’t just walk in like we had any right after what we said that night.” You couldn’t stop yourself from whispering, “But you should’ve. I couldn’t breathe without you guys. You should’ve come after me.” You were being unfair blaming them, and both of you knew it but didn’t have the heart to call you out on it because at the end of the day, you would leave this orphanage together again.

You both spread his ashes, praying that he found peace in the place that you all knew so well together, when things were simpler. You reached out to grab Kakucho’s hand first, and he had gripped it with a ferocity that left your hands red. As you walked away, Kakucho couldn’t help but think about Izana. Now that Izana was somewhere only you all knew, he knew that he would be able to find peace because Izana was nothing if not a sentimental sap for the both of you.

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Kakucho would never tell you how he died because he knew that you would never forgive yourself and he couldn’t afford to lose you too. Izana had died falling for a trap. They told him that you were kidnapped and being held hostage, and he knew it was a trap but he couldn’t stop himself from entertaining the possibility that they did have you and he wasn’t willing to take the chance. He didn’t tell Kakucho where he was going just in case, so when Kakucho was finally able to track him down, it was too late. He couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Why? Why would you do this?” tears streaming down his face. All Izana had to say was, “I would do anything for you guys.”

#tokyo revengers x reader #tenjiku x reader #izana x reader #kakucho x reader #kakucho hitto #izana kurokawa #izana x reader x kakucho #izana x you #kakucho x you

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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Into The Unknown, Part 26

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Marinette smiled as she gently took a sleeping Damian from Ava. The kid blearily opened his eyes, looking up at her, before slowly wrapping his arms around her neck and burying his face in her shirt. She pressed her lips to the top of his head, bouncing up and down lightly to help him get back to sleep.

It was cute.

What was less cute was what happened the next morning.

Marinette sighed, doing her makeup in an attempt to ignore Damian’s very loud complaints about how he wanted to have ‘pretty fingers!’, too.

Tim poked his head in the bathroom, a hairband between his teeth as he struggled to pull his just-barely-too-short bangs back into his ponytail. “Wha’s going on?” He asked.

He reached up to pull the hairband from his mouth, and Damian saw that Tim also had nail polish and his complaints, somehow, increased in volume.

Marinette sent him a tired glare that she knew didn’t feel as sharp without her usual winged eyeliner.

He gave her that tiny smile people do when they’re confused, all furrowed brows and thin lips. “Sorry?”

She stopped applying chapstick with a sigh. “Dami’s mad that his nails aren’t colorful, too.”

“Mad!” Agreed Damian, crossing his arms over his chest and turning his head as if he couldn’t even bear to look at them.

Tim smiled a little and leaned down to kiss Damian's forehead. “Why can’t we just paint his nails, too?”

She rolled her eyes just slightly. “Look at his nails, Tim.”

Tim winced when he realized just how difficult it would be to do the fingernails of such a tiny hand. But then he pushed himself up to stand properly, determination in his newly-unobstructed eyes. “I’ll do it.”

“If you want to, then sure,” she said. “Make sure that whatever you get is safe for babies, though.”

He nodded just slightly, pulling out his phone to start looking up what brand to get, and then he froze. His face lit up. “Hey, Mari, I can choose whatever color, right?”

Marinette’s eyes narrowed just slightly, she got the distinct feeling that saying yes was a bad idea for some reason, but she couldn’t really place why outside of a gut feeling. She shrugged and leaned close to the mirror to start doing her eyeliner. “Sure. People will complain about us putting nail polish on a boy no matter what color we choose. Go wild.”

Tim smiled brighter and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Great! You won’t regret this!”

She watched him leave, her lips pressed into a thin line. For some reason, she had a feeling she would regret this.

And she did.

She gave Tim a slightly exasperated look when her eyes landed on the bottle that he was shaking vigorously. It was a weird green-ish white that she recognized immediately.

“Really, Tim, glow-in-the-dark?”

He stuck his tongue out at her. “You said I could choose any color!”

“Luminescent is hardly a color,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“But it has a color.”

“Barely –,” she started to say, but then Damian caught sight of the bottle and lit up, clapping his hands together excitedly, and that was that.

The three sat on the couch as Tim painted the tiny nails of their child. The only sound was the phone propped up by Tim’s knees, playing the kid’s favorite movie to distract him in hopes that that would make him sit still. It didn’t work, obviously, Damian was still a baby. Marinette had him in her lap, her hands holding his and her fingers laced between her kid’s smaller ones to keep them from touching anything.

They blew on the nails afterwards to get them to dry faster. Marinette and Tim leaned over him, their foreheads just barely resting against each other’s. Tim was handling this with grace, too concentrated on making sure the nails came out fine. Marinette, however, was having trouble thinking about anything other than the closeness of their faces and the warmth spreading across her cheeks.

… or, at least, until Damian, tired of sitting still for so long, started trying to help them blow on his nails. Unfortunately, Damian was a baby, and babies don’t quite understand the concept of blowing on things. He ended up pretty much just spitting on his hands.

Marinette and Tim tamped down their laughter, because the kid looked very determined, but they shared smiles.

What might have actually been years later, the nails were dry enough that they figured it would probably be fine.

They released their kid and Damian was silent for a few moments, looking at his hands with childlike wonder (because, you know, he was a child). And then he giggled and held them up to show them.

“Look! Pretty fingers!”

Marinette pressed a kiss to his palm. “Very nice, Dami.”

Tim smiled and nodded. “That’s not even the best part,” he said, pushing himself up and heading over to the lightswitch.

Damian gave Tim an incredulous look, as if he couldn’t imagine it getting better than it currently was. But then he turned off the lights and the glow-in-the-dark aspect was revealed.

Damian gasped and the glowing lights began to blur as he waved his hands excitedly. “Look! Look! Glow!”

“Yeah, kiddo, they glow,” Tim agreed. He flicked on a lamp a good distance away so they could all see while also allowing Damian to enjoy the wonders of glow-in-the-dark things for as long as he wanted to.

She looked at the two of them and the smiles that were almost as brilliant as the nail polish on Damian’s hands.

She sighed a little, her lips tugging into a fond smile of her own. She supposed it hadn’t ended up being that bad…

Tim squinted down at his gear as he performed a maintenance check. He wasn’t really sure whether it was necessary, to be honest, because his gear had never gone long without use, but he figured it was kind of like cars and motorcycles in that, if you don’t use them for a while, they stop working.

Besides, Marinette was clearly very interested in everything. It was kind of cute how she leaned over his shoulder, eyes bright as she examined everything from his gloves to his utility belt.

“Don’t you have things like this?” He asked, his voice low. Damian was asleep in her lap and neither of them were particularly fond of the idea of waking him… or, at least, not until they were done examining dangerous gadgets.

She shrugged, waving him off. “It’s all magical, I don’t know anything about it. This, though, this is real,” she said, holding up his glove. She had bent the fingers to flip him off.

He rolled his eyes. “Classy,” he said, plucking the glove from her hands. He popped open the secret compartment in the ring finger to make sure that it still held the tiny blade that could be used to get out of binds.

“Hm…” she said. “Bold of you to call me classless when you wear a giant bald cap.”

He looked over to find that she had grabbed his cowl and cape and was currently playing with the lenses. He would have argued that, no, it wasn’t a bald cap… but then something else caught his attention… namely, the fact that Damian had mistaken the cape for a blanket and had wrapped himself up in it in his sleep.

Marinette frowned confusedly at the lack of response and followed Tim’s gaze, and then her mouth dropped open. She brought her hands up to stifle the tiny squeal she made. It wasn’t completely silenced and Damian shifted, much to their horror, but the sound only made him burrow deeper into the cape.

Tim was pretty sure that he was going to cry.

“Tim, if you don’t take a picture of this, I will kill you.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, scrambling to his feet and running to find his camera.

And, well, if Damian was confused as to why he woke up to a bunch of kisses and hugs, he didn’t seem all that upset about it.

Damian’s birthday party was small, with just the three of them.

Marinette woke up early in order to make him a cake based on that one movie he had been obsessed with. She decided to make the shy elephant character, both because it was his favorite and because she had the simplest design to make at such an ungodly hour in the morning. Regardless, she rather liked how it came out.

And then she promptly went back to bed. Neither of the adults had work that day – she had asked weeks ahead of time to get the day off, Tim was a freelance worker and therefore simply didn’t schedule any appointments on that day. Since no one needed to be up for anything, they saw no harm in sleeping in.

Damian chose to wake them around noon and Tim was the one to get up to help the kid get ready for his big day. Marinette smiled sleepily as she laid on her side, watching Tim set the table with plates and cups and napkins decorated with the faces of miscellaneous cartoon characters. Damian was on his shoulders, looking around at the apartment with interest.

When Tim started pulling out presents from where they had hidden them atop the fridge, Marinette decided it was time to get up. She started blowing up a few balloons. Carbon dioxide balloons, of course, not helium. That way they wouldn’t have to worry about fetching any from the ceiling… besides, Damian would have a lot more trouble playing with helium balloons than ones that were on ground level.

They opened presents first. Nothing too special, really. They had learned from Hanukkah: don’t put too much effort into getting babies presents, they will not care for longer than an hour.

So, he got a bunch of new stuffed animals. He was amassing quite a collection. Only three were allowed in the bed at once (usually Cat, Cow, and Koala, as those were Damian’s favorites), but the rest were piled high on a dresser across from the bed so Damian didn’t feel too bad about it.

Damian smiled, the animals all struggling to fit on his tiny lap.

Marinette brought out the cake.

(They had thought about getting candles, but decided against it. They had seen how much spit was involved with Damian blowing on his nails and, considering they actually wanted to eat the cake… they had decided that candles were for older kids.)

Damian gasped regardless of the lack of candles, blissfully unaware of what he was missing out on.

He pointed at the character excitedly.

“Elle!”

Marinette nodded, because that was probably the name of the elephant in the show… she didn’t really pay that much attention.

Tim smiled and pulled out the cake knife. He cut Damian a slice.

“Ah!” Said Damian, eyes wide as he stared at the hole in the character in mild horror.

(He stopped caring the minute he tasted the cake, though. Of course.)

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#this may be my favorite chapter actually #serotoninTM #into the unknown #maribat #timari #timmari #shutterbug #timinette #ladybug #red robin #tim drake #marinette dupain cheng

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atlas-thorn · 2 years

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June flowers

photo credits to films news feed

summary: Loki is in love with June, but in pushing her away is incredibly cruel, and when finally confronted, he breaks down. She chooses Bucky who also loves her.

authors note: this is angsty as hell, sorry in advance

warnings: angst, bullying, violence, abuse mentions, happy-ish ending.

pairing: bucky X oc

word count: 7500+

It was a beautiful morning when I awoke. The sun was filtering in the blinds at an angle that left lines of light on the wall. Everything was sore, a large bruise sweated on my side. It was an ugly blue, still in its beginning stages. The mission was a sucsess overall, but fuck I never wanted to scream more than when that super soilder punched me so hard I went flying. Bucky was there in an instant and the man had been punched back twice as hard.

I was sure at least two ribs were cracked. I hadn’t gone to the med bay yet, loki was there and I didn’t want to have to deal with it. I didn’t want any of those rude comments or snide remarks, I’d rather deal with a few broken ribs for a little while longer than be called names. He hated me, it was so obvious that he hated me. I wasn’t sure why, at first I thought it was an off day, but he really did. And that hurt.

Kindness doesn’t come easy, but it’s something I had always tried to show, even when he was mean to me for weeks, I still gave him my kindness, I still sometimes do. I don’t go out of my way to do it, but if there is something little and simple, I’ll do it. The other avengers get a little bit more kindness than him, especially bucky, the man who was slowly worming his way into my heart.

It was a little bit soul crushing the way Loki treated me, as if I was a worm. And as much as I’d love to say it didn’t affect me, it was starting to get to me. The way my stomach looked like ‘I had eaten too much cake’ the scar on my face ‘made me look like I'd been mauled by a bear’ even though I’d finally been more confident about it.

Bucky had helped me become more confident. His compliments and gentle smiles are reserved for me.

The deep red line that disfigured my face, it was jagged and ugly, light a lightning bolt from my left temple, across my eye then my nose, stopping right after my cheekbone. It was like a shallow ravine, and depending on the season it could go from a white line to an ugly pink. The cold always made it pinker, and when I went into the war,from outside it would turn pink for ages. When I was ill it was easy to tell because it would become pink. Sometimes it would get incredibly inflamed.

I wish it had healed better, but sometimes you have to roll with the punches. I sometimes covered it up with a bit of makeup but even that wouldn't help sometimes. For a while I just wore a mask, but it rubbed the scar raw more than once. I wish i had my powers before it happened, maybe i could have stopped it. But realistically I know I couldn't have. Hydra had not been kind to me. But they had given me fight and power. I could bend and use light as a weapon, as well as control plants to an extent, but that was a later discovery. One id only figured out during a fight where I'd been injured and vines wrapped around the man and tore him in two. I didn't mean to. I promise I didn't.

I groaned as i rolled to the edge of the bed and stood. I let out a cough which only hurt more. I was wearing my colorful pajamas, and as much as I would have liked to change that was just unrealistic. So i left my room without bothering with anything. The kitchen was my first destination. I had hoped that the area would be empty but my hopes were quickly quenched as i heard voices. At least three. My head pounded too hard to really tell them apart so i just walked in. Thor, steve, toni, loki and nat were seated on the sofa area chatting away. I greeted them quietly and opened a pre-made breakfast I'd made a few days before. Meal prep sucked but i liked to not have to cook as much in the week.

Nat stood and came to sit next to me at the kitchen island. “You doing ok? You took a hard hit” she asked tentatively “and you are a lot quieter than usual, and later up” as usual nothing slipped past her.

I nodded tensely “hurts to talk, breathe, and do pretty much anything” I replied and let my head hit the marble counter, loving the cooling feeling. “I didn't want to go to the med bay last night but I'll go after I've eaten” my next sentence was to cut off my coughing. It was so violent I was nearly crying, and then there was blood, only a bit but it was certainly enough to catch nats attention.

“Shit” she yelled out, causing everyone to rush over. Even Loki looked concerned, it was odd. I waved them off and stood, still coughing a bit.

“I'm fine” I wheezed out.

“You're clearly not,” Loki snarled. He was right but i shot him a venomous look that sent him back a few steps. Without any warning steve scooped me up. I groaned and nearly punched him. He jogged along quickly.

“I could have just walked,” I bantered as the coughing stopped. “My legs are fine” I smiled at him and he looked at me. A hint of anger crossed his eyes.

“You should have gone last night” he chastised. “You're clearly hurt and I should have made you go” I rolled my eyes at this as we finally entered the med bay. Dr Cho was there and ready, as if this was the biggest emergency in the world. “You really should have gone when we got back from germany” i gave him a sharp look.

“Fuck you” i replied as he sat me down. His stunned silence made me laugh. I don't think i'd ever said that to anyone, but the laughing brought the coughing and a little bit more blood. I prided myself on being kind so there was clearly something wrong. Nat walked in and rushed over to me as DR cho looked over me.

“There is something really wrong with her Dr cho” Steve said, his face betraying his worry. “I dont think shes ever been mean in her life” his joke landed on deaf ears as i groaned.

Nat looked at us both musically “she was mean?” she asked, confused as hell. Not knowing you to be one to say anything unkind.

He pointed an accusatory at me “she told me to fuck off” he jested, nats eyes widdened. Cussing was not something I did.

“Probably deserved it '' came tony's voice from behind “whats up, i heard our sunflower wasn't doing too hot” the endearing nickname didn't hide his worry. There was something clearly very wrong if I said something like that. Bucky came rushing in and stumbling next to me and clasping my hand, much to doctor Chos unhappiness as she continued to scan me.

Dr cho injected something into me and i felt the pain ebb. I looked up at the trio and glared. They all looked cautious. “Nothing is too wrong, some of the bruising reached the lungs and burst a few capillaries, the coughing is just causing more blood to come out. Isn't much I can do, and there isn't much blood, she will be fine with some bed rest, she's got nanites injected so it should take 3 days to be for the most part ok, 7 to be completely healed” she announced. A sigh echoed around the room as they all looked relieved. I closed my eyes.

“Sunshine” Bucky whispered. I looked at him, annoyed as hell about all of this. “You're gonna be ok” I looked at him as if he had grown three heads.

“I have cracked ribs not hearing loss” i sassed, toni laughed and shook his head “i could have done this all on my own you know? No need to go out your way ``I sighed as the pain went away more and more. They were all still a little weary.

It was all their turn to look at me as if I had another head “as if you wouldn't do this for any of us in a moment '' Tony rolled his eyes. I was getting into a bad mood very quickly. Normally if I felt myself getting into a mood I would retreat to the garden and calm myself off, but here I was, stuck with multiple idiots doting on me. I felt bad the second the thought came around. They were just trying to help and I was moody as hell. Being in pain simply wasn't fun. “Plus we had to make sure our sunflour was ok” this made me smile a bit, and they all let some tension go.

“You’re my gal June, you know I had to come” that made me roll my eyes. But it made my heart skip a beat in a beautiful way. He really was worming his way in.

“Can i go back to my room yet?” i asked. Dr cho nodded and i pushed myself off the bed. Before i could go anywhere Bucky scooped me up again. I glared at him, but at least this time it didn't hurt as much “buck i swear if any of you pick me up again without asking we're going to have issues” his eyes widened and he nodded quickly. The others again, were stunned “i'm in a shit mood ok? sorry” that sent tony into a spiral of laughter as Bucky gently carried me bridal style out the room. Thor, loki and peter stood awkwardly outside. My impulse control went out the window for a moment as i flipped them off. Peters eyes widened, thor took a scared step back and loki simply stared. “I'm not a spectacle” I called out as Steve kept on walking.

“She's in a bad mood. '' Toni announced, “Write this day down in the history books boys because that has never happened before” I rolled my eyes as we took a few more twists and turns. Bucky's eyes looked worriedly at me. I reached up and patted his head like I had done so many times before and smiled a little kind smile.

“Sorry Bucky bee” I whispered as we got to my door. He shook his head and laughed. It was an odd feeling “i know you're trying to help and that wasn't nice of me”

“Here you are, with internal bleeding, cracked ribs and you're apologizing for being in a bad mood? This is the first time you've been really hurt in forever, i don't blame you” we entered my room and he laid me out gently. “Apology accepted ONLY if you actually follow the doctors orders” I groaned as he watched me “sunshine you know you're family to all of us, we're just worried” I rolled my eyes, feeling a bit hurt “you’re our sunshine, we have to protect you” this annoyed me. I was 23, not 12. But I bit my tongue and just allowed the good in what he said to get through. He held his breath for a few seconds. He was so close to me, I thought he might kiss me“Tell Friday if you need me” and with that he was out the door. I groaned and looked at the ceiling. It wasn’t as if you were head over heels for the Sargent, but it was slowly getting there.

I scowled and just lay there. “Friday please play the music i like” the familiar tunes started. Tony had many times told me ‘you don't need to be nice on friday. She doesn't have emotions’ but it felt right to say please and thank you to her.

The next three days were a blur of everyone checking in and looking after me. It didn't bother me as much as the fact that loki came in to make jabs at me. I threw my lamp at him, which shut him up and he had not visited since. He was really starting to make me hate myself again. I felt heavy and depressed. My mood hasn't really gotten better; everyone was trying their best to cheer me up, but it wasn't working well, the only one who could manage to cheer me up was Bucky. He brought books to read and would let me rest my head on his lap, he even rubbed my head gently. It was lovely. At one point I had fallen asleep with him sat there, and when I woke up, he had maneuvered himself so that he too could rest. When he woke he blushed and apologized leaving quickly. It was sweet.

But I was stuck in this stupid bed, it was at least the last day of it. And as Friday announced my imprisonment was over I jumped out of bed and threw one some clothes and went to my garden. It was a fast walk, an attempt at running proved I wasn’t as healed as I hoped but I was there quickly enough. I collapsed to the ground and hugged the earth. The plants spoke to me, and comforted me. My mood improved but I still was feeling agitated, so I let myself lay in the sun, soaking up her rays as I let the earth and sun heal me. Bucky loved it here too, and sometimes if he was lucky I’d make some plants especially for him. But who was I kidding, I would do it even if he wasn’t lucky.

The garden wasn’t large, but nonetheless I was grateful for this little bit of heaven outside the avengers compound. It stood out starkly from the area around it, and it was a place most of the group liked to go to relax. It was a safe space for most of us. I let my hold on my power go and just let myself emit a glow, and let the grass around me grow taller and taller. It would have been a strange sight to see. It took an effort to be able to leash it at all times, and if for a while I didn’t get to let it out, it started to ache. I reigned all my power in and put a cork on the bottle. It was nice. That changed quickly as I felt footsteps along the ground. I sat up from my cradle of grass expecting to see Bucky and found Loki looking at me pointedly.

“What” I snapped. He was taken aback. The only other time I’d spoken to him like that was when a lamp met its untimely end. Bucky had cleaned it up, the total sweetie.

“You look stupid” he snarled. My chest clenched tightly as I lay back down onto the now overgrown grass. “Maybe do some work instead of being lazy” he chided. Tears Pricked my eyes so I turned onto my side and curled up. I’d rather look stupid than look weak. “Gods why do we put up with you”

He walked closer To me. A sob broke from my lip. I couldn’t control it. I lifted my arm up and bushes started to grow quickly around me, and then the vines and grass followed. I grew a tree around me, and wrapped myself in its roots. I was done with all this. There were so many layers between us I couldn’t really make out his shouts. But I didn’t care. I just laid there and cried, glowing like a firefly. My ribs hurt badly. I felt him tearing at the outsides but I simply wrapped myself tighter in roots till I was essentially in a tree trunk of a great oak. My light lit up the beautiful insides but my eyes could barely see a blur. I pushed myself up and clutched my legs close. I let out a scream of anger and slammed my head back into the tree. Once, twice, three times till my head was swimming so badly I couldn’t hit it again. I clawed at my skin which felt like it was on fire. As if ants had crawled under my skin. That phrase was one used many times in my childhood. It was used when they slashed up my face so that I could never leave them. I clutched fistfuls of my hair and tugged at it. There was thumping outside the tree, there were at least 6 people. I kept the tree strong. Three days worth of not using my powers once made it easy to maintain. The well was full.

I slammed my fists into the bark and watched as my knuckles bled. All I could think about was his hands on me. The man who gave me the scar. I let out another yell and kicked out. Slamming into everything around me. His eyes haunted me. A deep brown that I could never unsee. And then It was as if I was paralyzed. Watching me getting my scar from an outside view. I watched as he doused me in water, I was already shivering. The carved across my face, mt trying to struggle away from him. My plants were failing. I couldn’t concentrate. And then there was a small hole. It got bigger and bigger as an ax hacked away at it. I watched as Bucky's face appeared. I shrunk away from him. He moved back and hacked away some more. I didn’t try to grow it back. I didn’t have a chance. He was here. I knew he was here for me. This time to take out my eye like he promised if I ever tried to leave again.

When the hole was big enough Bucky scooped me out and pulled me close. My team was standing around me as I hyperventilated. All looks of pity in their eyes. I tried to get away from Bucky but his arm held fast. Tony checked out my wounds as I struggled. Bucky whispered sweet words in my ear. “You’re safe” he murmured. He kept me close until I was no longer having the panic attack. I hadn’t had one in well over a year. My chest hurt so badly. I whimpered as Bucky stood and curled in closer to him. He draped his jacket over me, I looked at the faces around me.

Loki stood there looking devastated and with a bruise forming on his cheek. I looked at him dead eyed. He opened his mouth burns punch from nat shut him up “shut the fuck up, don’t speak to her again” he was splayed out on the ground as Bucky started to move. The team followed close behind. The vibranium arm I had come to find so beautiful cradled me close. As if I could break at any second. I looked up at Bucky, and caught him glancing down at me. I stared through him.

I felt myself being placed down. I didn’t move, I didn’t struggle, I simply let myself disassociate. I knew there were things happening around me, but nothing registered.

I felt someone shake me gently and turned to stare at Toby holding a plate with various fruits. My senses came back and I realized I was on my favorite portion of the sofa, a blanket wrapped around me bucky holding me close. I shifted a bit and took the plate with a small smile. “Thank you,”I whispered. Tony's eyes lit up as he patted my head.

“Can’t let our little sunflower be hungry” I smiled a little wider as I ate a slice of apple. Bucky rubbed my back gently. “Are you ok?” he asked. I nodded gently and sighed.

“Feeling better than 5 minutes ago” I responded “honestly I’m not feeling too great”

Bucky pulled me in closer and I let my head rest on his chest. “Want to talk about it doll” he whispered. I shook my head. Tony walked away, leaving me and Bucky together. I turned and looked at him, tears stinging my eyes as I placed the plate down and buried my face into his neck. “It’s ok sunshine, let it all out” he soothed. I just sat there and let myself cry.

“He used to always say those sorts of things,” I whispered. Bucky tensed up for a moment. I’d discussed most of my past with him. He ran his fingers through my hair and cradled me close. “And when Loki said it, it was like he was there. My body felt like it had ants under my skin biting me” he hummed and continued to untangle my hair. “I was there, I was being tortured again by him.”

“I’ll never understand how a father could ever do that to his child,” Bucky muttered. I just shoot my head. “I want my child to grow up loved” I nodded at that. “I want them to have a beautiful mother who loves them, and is kind, someone like you” I lifted my face from his neck and looked at him. “You deserved so much more” I gave him a tender smile and scooted off him a bit. He whined and tried to pull me closer but I rearranged myself so I could lay my head in his lap and look up at him.

“I’m trying to make myself believe I deserved better but it’s hard” I admitted. His brows furrowed. He grabbed a slice of mango this time and held it to my mouth. I ate it gratefully “I still have nightmares, you know that” he did. Many a night was spent in the living room playing board games or reading with him after we had woken up. Sometimes I was alone doing it, sometimes he was. I had told him about a few of them. “Sometimes they leak into my days” he nodded and started to trace little patterns on my arm.

“I know the feeling” he replied. “I hope someday you see yourself how I see you” I smiled and reached out to hold his hand.

“And how do you see me?” I teased, not expecting a response, but his eyes got serious.

“You are stunning, the way you smile and it lights up the room. You do all sorts of little things for people even if they don’t notice” I looked at him incredulously “it’s pretty obvious you’re the reason why all my favorite midnight foods are always stacked up, and I know you’re the one who leaves the little care packages for all of us when we’re struggling” my face heated up and I covered most of it with my hands. He gently peeled them away and looked me in the eyes. “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met” I smiled at him. My heart is humming happily. “I-“ he hesitated. I looked at him and placed my hand on his cheek, running my fingers across his cheekbone. We had moments like this before but none this tender and vulnerable.

“I think I’m in love with you” I blurted out all of a sudden. His eyes grew wide as he held me a little closer. “You don’t have to say anything, or even feel the same, but you are so precious to me” his smile lit up the room as he leaned down and gently kissed me.

“You took the words right out my mouth” he jested. I lit up as he pulled me into a seated position so I was semi straddling me. He took my chin and gently moved it so I was looking him in the eyes. “You are so stunning” he whispered and kissed my cheek. My cheeks stung with heat. “You are so kind” he kissed my other cheek “and I’m in love with you” he gave me one final peck on the cheek before pulling me in right. I sighed happily and let myself be bundled up. “I trust you,” he murmured. I was honored.

“I trust you” I replied and nuzzled his neck. I didn’t notice loki watching us. I didn’t notice his tears. And in that moment Loki's heart broke a little. I’m his haste to push you away. He has pushed you into someone else's arms.

The next few days were spent with Bucky watching carefully over me until I felt no pain. He helped me do everything, including laundry. He rubbed my back and gave me frequent pecks on the lips. The team had noticed instantly and were all congratulating us. Tony threatened bucky, and Steve clapped bucky on the back saying “finally” I smiled a lot more in those days, getting closer and closer to myself. I’d only seen loki in passing and bucky often scared him off with a look. I was grateful to the team for keeping him away from me. I didn't think I'd be able to face him, and I was sure if he made another comment I could rip him in half. There were no missions for me for a bit, all of our schedules were relatively clear. An off season for the bad guys I suppose.

“Sunshine?” Bucky said as I stood in the kitchen cooking. I hummed happily as he wrapped his arms around me. “You know i could have cooked breakfast for us doll” i rolled my eyes as i placed another pancake on the steadily increasing pile.

“Its for all of us silly” i responded. “Plus you were sleeping so sweetly” he slept beside you that night. We were both just happy to cuddle and be close. We had both slept so deeply and soundly. Not a nightmare in sight. Sam walked in and made a fake gagging sound, which earned him a vicious glare from bucky.

“Shut it sam” he growled burying his face in my hair. I chuckled.

“I didn't say a thing. '' he responded snidely “sunny are those pancakes?” he asked. Bucky's nostrils flared angrily. “Are you making us all pancakes!?” He let out a squeal as he dashed over to the table.

“Yes birdie, I’m making everyone pancakes” I announced. I rolled my eyes and placed one of the big plates filled with pancakes in the center. Sam instantly had 3 and was scoffing them down. “Friday please tell the team there are pancakes”

“Yes miss June” Friday responded

“Thank you Friday” I replied to her. Sam gave me an odd look. “Oh shush sam you bird” I teased. Tony was the first through the door, he rushed in and sat at the table, dishing out some pancakes to himself, covering them in syrup. “You guys are acting like we’re gonna run out” I commented as bucky joined them. Another pancake was ready for the table. Everyone trailed in slowly, Peter had stayed the night at the compound and came in looking groggy. Last but not least loki. Everyone fell silent as he sat down. As I finished off the batter I took the seat between nat and bucky, loki sitting nearly across from me.

“Thanks sunflower,” nat said, nudging me with her arm. I nudged her back and smiled.

“Thank you miss June ma'am, '' Peter said, and everyone took it as their cue to thank me, all except loki. Thor poked his brother with a scowl.

He cleared his throat “thanks” I gave him a small smile as we all started to finish up.

“Nose goes for dishes, '' Tony shouted. I was not fast enough, Loki and I were last. I gave him a look. “Sorry flower, reindeer, you’re it” I opened and closed my mouth and got up with a huff. Bucky gave Tony a warning look.

“No more pancakes for you then tony” tony made puppy eyes and stuck his tongue out. Loki stood and helped with the plates. I didn’t see a word for him as I started to rinse them off.

“Can we talk?” Loki asked. I gave him a side eye. The team was filling out, but Bucky stayed, keeping a close eye on us “alone?” He gestures to bucky. I looked over at Bucky and nodded. He stood up and walked by me, kissing me on the forehead briefly.

“Shout for me if you need me” he declared, glaring at loki.

“What?” I asked.

“I’m sorry about a few days ago,” Loki said quickly. I looked at him stunned and took a few steps back.

“You don’t have to lie to me loki. We all know you don’t like me, you hate me even, and whoever put you up to saying sorry, should know I don’t want it” I looked at him coldly.

“I truly am sorry” he whispered, looking at his feet. “I don’t hate you,” he murmured.

“Really?” I snarled “so all of that was because you like me and don’t hate me? God loki you make me fucking hate myself” I turned away from him and continued on the dishes. “Tell whoever sent you, you said sorry. I May forgive you one day, but don’t for a second thing I will forget” he looked heart broken.

“I love you June,” he blurted out. I was so shocked I broke a plate and slashed my hand open. I cussed under my breath and brought my hand out of the water.

“Loki, how you treat me isn’t love” I whispered “if you loved me you’d make me feel loved, you make me feel like a worm” I shook my head.

His eyes welled up with tears as he watched my hand drip blood. “I’m so sorry love” he whispered, coming closer to me. I flinched away and it looked like he had been hit. He fell on his knees in front of me. “I’ll do anything to earn your forgiveness, your kindness again” I looked away from him and squeezed my eyes shut. I willed my tears to not fall, and my heart to slow. “I was scared of being in love with you, I was scared you’d break my heart, or I’d break yours”

“Loki you broke me over and over just so I would stay away from you” it was barely a whisper but it shook the walls. “Stay away from me” I said, a little louder. “If this is what your love looks like I fear for the people you hate”

His head dropped, I finally looked at him again as he shook with sobs “please” he pleaded.

“Loki I may have considered you a friend once. Even when you weren’t kind to me. I was kind to you. I even made Tony stop with the cruel pranks because I saw how much it hurt you. And then you became worse and worse to me. I nearly quit the team because it was so bad” I admitted. It was hard to say to him. “I think there was a time where I could have loved you” and that admission was even harder. “When I thought you just weren’t used to me, or needed more space than I could give, but that changed '' his devastated sobs filled the room.

“I’ve ruined everything” he cried out. I walked up to him and rested my good hand on his shoulder. He pulled me in and buried his face into my stomach, using me to dry his tears and quit his sobs. I let him. “But please, at least let me love you from afar”

I closed my eyes “loki, if you don’t ever treat me that way again, we can work our way to friends but I do not trust you” he pulled me in closer and I nearly fell. My hand was still bleeding. With some difficulties I pulled away from him. “If you want to earn my forgiveness, start by being kind” and with that I walked out the room.

“I love you” he cried out just before the door slipped closed behind me.

I caught bucky eavesdropping, it didn’t bother me at that moment. I just walked by him, my hand still Dropping blood and headed to the med bay. “Shit doll your hand!” I looked at him and threw myself into him and let out a gurgling sob. I felt his arms lift me and I didn’t complain. Not even when he set me down in the med bay and got a doctor to Stitch me up.

“Home please” I whispered after it was all done. He nodded and lifted me again, taking me to his room and clutching me close.

“Doll?” He whispered as I continued to cry.

“Yes?” I whimpered. Looking up at his face. A tear slipped out his eyes and I wiped it away “don’t cry my rose”

“I can’t help it, whenever I see you cry I get sad on your behalf, I get angry on your behalf” he replied nuzzling me lightly “I hope you know I adore you” he ran his finger across my scar, something he had taken to doing when we were in private whispering sweet nothings to each other. “I hope you know that I’d hurt you” I nodded as he placed his palm on my face. He started to kiss my scar. I tried to pull away like I had the last time but he didn’t let me, and I relaxed into him. The last time I had told him ‘I don’t want something as beautiful as your lips, on something that ugly’

“Don’t be upset on my behalf” I huffed out as he pulled me on top of him so I was half curled on him, and half curled on the bed. “I hope you know I would always choose you” I alluded to Loki's confession that felt heavy on me. I felt guilty.

“I know”

“No matter what”

“I know,” he said again.

I pushed off him and moved to his dresser. “Closed eyes please” I whispered as I stole one of his many shirts and boxers and put them on. He hadn’t seen me fully naked yet, and my insecurities were evident. As I looked over I saw he had also stripped down to just his boxers. His eyes were wide “babyyyy” I whined. He had seen my scarred back. “Stawp” i walked over and flopped next to him, grabbing his metal hand and placing it on my cheek. “They’re just scars” I whispered as I traced where his flesh met the arm, sending a little bit of light and heat into it. He smiled and kissed me gently, pulling me down and cuddling me close.

“You’re safe with me” he said as he tightened his hold.

“I’m safe with you” I mimicked. Something we had done many a time “you’re safe with me”

“I’m safe with you,” he responded. I nodded and nestled in “i don’t think I’d be able to control myself if he hurt you again”

I shook my head sadly. “I don't think he will,” my voice was soft.

“Mine” he murmured and nuzzled my neck. I laughed and relaxed.

“Yours” I said with a smile, quickly dozing off.

In the following weeks Loki had gone out of his way to be kind. It was jarring. He was really being wonderful but Bucky always kept a close eye on him. The moments we had together became more and more common as I essentially moved into his room. It was strange to be so close to someone who I had thought would never want to share this type of space with me. But it was beautiful.

But as things always do, things changed. “Hello you beautiful, stunning and kind sunflower, I brought you some flowers from the market you like” loki said and placed the vase on the kitchen counter as I finished up the last of my meal prep for the week, which now had doubled seeing as the human incarnation of a golden retriever likes to eat it with me.

“Thank you loki, but please keep the endearments to a minimum, we talked about this” it had made me and bucky uncomfortable, mostly me. “Just June please”

He nodded and smiled. “I got you another gift, Thor retrieved it from Asgard for me” I looked at him quizzically as he pulled out an ornate wooden box. He handed it over sheepishly and when I opened it I was too stunned to speak. A beautiful golden sun pendant sat there, with a chain to go with it. It was encrusted with little white gems, with a large one at its center. I looked at him strangely.

“What is this?” I whispered “you know I can’t accept this' ' I pushed my hand out towards him with the box.

“Please beau- June” he corrected himself mid sentence “I’m going to be leaving for a while. I’m not sure how long, but this necklace will let me know that you are safe” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Where are you going?” I asked quizzically.

“Thor and I are needed in Asgard” he whispered “I just can’t bear the thought of something happening you and me not knowing until it’s too late” I nodded my head gently and clutched the box tightly “this is goodbye for now”

“Goodbye loki, be well” he smiled gently and walked off. Bucky walked in a few minutes later and watched me eye the box.

“What ch’a got?” He asked, wrapping his arms right around my waist and planting his face in my neck.

“Loki is leaving for a while” I responded, avoiding some of the questions.

“I heard” came his tentative response. I opened the box and showed him the necklace.

“Apparently this necklace will let him know if I’m safe or not. I’m not sure about it frankly” I leaned my head back “would you be on with me wearing it? I’d feel bad if I didn’t, this looks incredibly expensive” he growled gently into my neck.

“Fine, but only because I trust you so much. '' I chucked at that. “Mine” he murmured and put me gently. I held his arms around my waist and nodded. He took it from me and placed it around my neck. It hummed faintly with what I assumed was magic. I smiled and gave him a light kiss.

“Yours” I responded. His smile lit up the world as he nuzzled into my neck. It was moments like that, which I desperately wished I could save in a bottle and keep forever. The little moments of love. I held him close to me for a while longer till we both decided to lay on the sofa together.

“I wish we could give this life up,” he murmured. I looked at him strangely. “start a little family, somewhere no one will know us” I smiled at him and kissed him ever so gently.

“One day we will” I promised. And at the time, I had really thought that we would.

Weeks later a large mission came in “You’re Not going!” Bucky said loudly as it was announced me, him, Sam, Steve and tony would be raiding a hydra base. “I don’t want you going there” I rolled my eyes at him. This was something that had happened a few times, and every now and then I had stayed behind, but only because he managed to get a replacement for me. I hated not going but he begged and begged until I caved. But this time was different.

“Bucky you know I need to” I whispered and held his hand “you know that I do” I squeezed it. The base was the same one I was dragged into and abused. And I needed that closure. I needed to see it all again and say goodbye. I needed to go in there and have the control that I did now.

“No way in hell I’m letting you go though that” he barked. “What if you get hurt?” he fretted over me. Others were filling out slowly, and watching cautiously. I felt a bit awkward. Not used to anyone showing this amount of concern.

“Bucky” I soothed “I need to do this for me” he dropped his head and let it hang “you know it'll be good for me, plus if I get hurt then I promise you get to nurse me to health and I won’t complain once”

He caved and said “ok but I’m sticking with you” I rolled my eyes as we stood and headed to the gear room. He stayed glued to my side as I picked up my guns, knives and body armor. It was Kevlar but still flexible, it was my stealth suit which was black instead of the near white one I wore on more public missions. I was ready in minutes and bucky watched me as I nervously fidgeted on the way to the jet.

The ride was short, we listened to music but when we finally landed I was on edge.

“You guys know the drill, '' Tony announced. We all murdered out agreements as we exited. I kept low as we barged through the door, I took out two men, bucky close behind. The halls were so familiar. I felt as if it was all closing in on me.

“On your 7” bucky warned as more approached. We were a distraction. As we powered through I came across the door I dreaded. The place I’d been held. I froze up. The sun I had painted on the door had nearly all chipped off. I couldn’t move, and then we were surrounded. I struggled to breathe for a moment.

12 men started to take us on and I struggled. The first one took a knife through the throat, the next two were shot by me. There were only a few left when I felt white hot pain lance through my middle, then another jab through my chest. I felt myself fall as if I was another person. Bucky took the rest out and was clutching me close.

“No no no no” Bucky murmured. “June is down, we need backup” he yelled into his ear piece. I looked at him strangely as I placed my hand on my chest, it felt warm and sticky.

“I’m sorry” was all I could muster. It all felt like it was slow motion. I didn’t actually think it would happen like this. Not here, not with the man I love. It was the place I so desperately wished to destroy, yet here I was, dying.

“No no baby this is my fault” his eyes watered “hold on you’re gonna be ok”

“Bucky?” I groaned as he put pressure on my chest making me cough. He looked desperate.

“What is it doll? '' he caressed my head in his lap.

“I love you” was the first time I had said it. It would be the last. I knew that moment I was done for.

“I love you too,” he responded. “Please baby stay with me” honestly I didn’t want to. I felt so good and warm. I shook my head sadly. I held his hand close.

“I think I’m going to die” I whispered, and I was fucking terrified. “I’m scared” my eyes blurred with tears and his frantic yells got louder.

“You’re Not going to die here June, I won’t let you die here” he kissed me gently and continued to put pressure on my wound.

“I’ll miss you” I said sadly, holding his hand that tried to no avail to quench the bleeding. I was running out of time quickly “you’re my hero James” it was a simple sentence but sent him into a spiral of sobs. I was getting warm and sleepy. It was getting harder and harder to stay away from the dark.

“Don’t leave me,” he begged. I smiled at him, a heart broken smile that I so hoped conveyed all the love I have for him. I willed all my hopes, dreams, and sheer love into that look, before I closed my eyes. I could hear his yelling and pleading. But I let myself go. I didn’t want to fight anymore.

Death wasn’t so bad. Not as bad as I had expected it to be. Floating around as a ghost was kind of nice. Yes it was lonely, but it was also nice. People moved onto the next stage of the afterlife often but I seemed to be still tied here.

XxXx

I lifted out my body as I heard him scream my name. I watched the others arrive as he was already mourning, and I watched Loki arrive a few minutes after the rest, wild eyed. I tried to comfort them all, but my words landed empty. His scream shook the earth. I felt bad for him. He had loved me, and I had never loved him. And now he never could see me again.

My funeral was nice. My friends all came to pay tribute, and there was a public funeral so the media could share the message. I wanted a party, I’d told them all that as a half serious joke many times, they celebrated with me. I enjoyed sitting with them. “I will wait for you in June” Bucky had promised. Loki wasn’t around. But I knew he had taken it badly.

He was truthful, as annoyed as it made me. I wanted him happy. But I was also a little grateful to keep him with me longer.

It had been years of watching when Bucky finally joined me. “June?” He asked. He looked young again.

“It’s me,” I replied. And when he scooped me up, I felt us heat up, and be dragged to the next stage of our lives, together at last.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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BLUE IS MY FAVORITE COLOR

Prompt: When Roman and Y/N share a hotel bedroom, he will find a secret object she takes with her everywhere she goes. That very same secret, will take their friendship to a whole other level.

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, power play (dom x sub), vibrator, masturbation (female), marking kink (by ejaculation), dirty talk

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

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We had finally arrived at the hotel room, and I couldn’t wait to just take a warm shower and sleep on a comfortable bed.

“I’m going in first” Roman screamed, as he ran towards the bathroom when I opened the hotel room door

“Like hell you are! What happened with the ‘ladies first’ rule?”

“I thought you were pro gender equality, baby” He teased

“Oh, you jerk! That’s not fair, let’s flip a coin”

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow

“YES! C’mon, choose: heads or tails?” I asked, taking a coin out of my pocket

Roman sighed heavily “Heads”

I flipped the coin and I groaned when it fell on his choice, which made him smirk as he took his shirt off

“No” I whined “Two out of three?” I begged

“Not a chance, babygirl” He laughed and entered the bathroom

I tugged on my hair out of frustration. I was tired, in a bad mood and turned on, which is a very bad combo!

Roman is my friend, one of my closest friends actually, but I’m a human being with human needs and a pair of eyes! He is a very handsome (and hot as fuck) man, and I may or may not sometimes (everyday) use my vibrator and think of him…

And no, I’m not thinking how he’s naked and wet in the room next door! I’m not thinking about how the water is dripping down his dark hair and tanned skin, or how his muscles contract as he slides the soap on his body, or how big his-

“Are you ok?” He giggled in front of me, making me stop my daydream

*And of course he’s wearing nothing but a towel around his hips! Send me to hell already, will you?* I thought to myself

“Y/N?”

“Huh?”

“Is everything alright? You have a funny look on your face” He tilted his head to the side

“Ummm..yeah! Just tired”

*Fuck, it is so unfair how hot he is! Now, I’m never gonna be able to sleep with this amount of sexual frustration. I need my vibrator and I need it NOW! But how am I supposed to get it, never mind USE IT, with Roman in the same room as me?*

“Y/N!” He yelled, which startled me, making me jump “Do I need to take you to the emergency room or something? You’re starting to scare me”

I shook my head “No, no. I just need a shower, a long shower” I said and quickly ran towards the bathroom, slamming the door

………………………

Roman’s POV

“Weirdo” I chuckled when the bathroom door closed

Grabbing my suitcase from the floor and placing it on top of my bed, I opened it to find Y/N’s clothes

“Great, I had to grab the wrong suitcase!” I said loudly and sighed

As I turned around to grab my bag, hers fell on the floor with a loud thump

*Fuck me* I thought to myself, as I stared at the pile of clothing on the floor

I began to put her clothes back in her suitcase, when a small bag caught my eye. It was a light blue bag with a little tag written ‘Roman’ on it.

“What the fuck is in this bag and why is my name on it?” I asked myself

I knew it was utterly wrong to open a bag that belonged to Y/N but I couldn’t resist the temptation of curiosity to know what was in the bag, and more importantly, why it was labeled with my name.

“It’s just a sneak peak, she won’t even notice” I said to myself as I opened the bag

I expected a lot of things, but I didn’t expect THAT!

“Well well well, aren’t you full of secrets Y/N?” I smirked, and the bathroom door opened

………………………

Y/N’s POV

I hummed softly as I made my way to my suitcase so I could grab some fresh clothes

“Do you mind telling me what is this about?” Roman asked as I combed my damp hair

“What?” I looked up to meet his gaze and I could swear my heart stopped beating for a few seconds

He was holding “my Roman”, otherwise known as my blue vibrator.

“Where did you find that?” I asked in a whisper

“Why does it have my name on it, Y/N?”

“Why were you touching my personal belongings?”

Roman cackled at my embarrassment “What’s wrong, Y/N? Don’t get all shy on me now, baby”

“Give it back, please”

“Did you buy a blue one because it’s my favorite color?” He tilted his head to the side

I held back my tears from embarrassment and said

“Please, give it back”

“Answer me first” He turned the toy on, and the light buzzing sound filling up the bedroom

“Isn’t the humiliation I’m going through enough for you?” I asked, not able to look him in the eyes

“Humiliation? I don’t mean to humiliate you, Y/N. I just don’t understand why would you buy this when you can have the real one instead?” He said and I looked at him

Roman smirked before continuing

“And to be honest, you could’ve bought something more faithful to the original product...I’m way thicker AND longer than this” He shook the toy in his hand “Would you like to see it for yourself, baby?”

I dumbly nodded in response

“I can show it to you...If you show me how good this little toy can make you feel” Roman stepped in front of me and placed the toy upon my lips “Will you do that for me, Y/N?” He softly asked and I nodded

“Will you do everything I say?”

“Yes, sir” I panted

“Good” He grinned “Now, open that pretty little mouth and suck, baby. Show me what you can do” He said and slid the vibrator inside my mouth

I made sure to relax my throat, so Roman could take the toy as far down as he wanted. I began to move my head further down, so the toy could reach deeper down my throat

“Deep throat, huh? Who would’ve thought that this beautiful angelic face is so fucking dirty” He smirked and took the toy out of my mouth

Yanking the towel off my body, Roman quickly placed the buzzing toy on my clit, making me gasp

“Look at that” He cooed “You look so beautiful” He whispered to himself

Pressing the toy harder against my clit, he asked

“Does it feel good, baby girl? Tell me”

But I could only moan loudly in response

I grabbed his thighs for support and unwrapped the towel around his hips, freeing his erection. I wasted no time and closed my fist around his length, spreading the pre cum all over it, so I could slide my hand up and down.

“Oh” He chuckled, amused “That’s how you wanna play, huh?” Squeezing my cheeks together, until my lips formed a pout, he continued

“Look at this pretty face” He smooched my lips “I bet you will look even prettier with cum smeared all over your face, wouldn’t you?”

“Please, Ro”

“I love a begging slut!” He smiled confidently, and pushed me down on the bed

“Roman” I sighed

“Beg me again” He said, with an icy tone in his voice

“Please, Ro, please give it to me” I whined

He smiled widely “What do you want, baby? Say the word”

“Please, give me your cock. I need it, inside of me, stretching me. Pl-“ I gasped, when his length began to slowly enter my core

He bit his lip forcefully “This pussy is so fucking good...Fuck”

My eyes were half shut in pure euphoria, with goosebumps taking over every inch of my skin as his lips were kissing mine

“How do you want it, Y/N?” He whispered

“However you want” I answered and he smirked

He kept a steady pace of deep and slow but suddenly changed to a fast and rough pace, just so he could return to the first pace of slow and deep and so it went on.

I could feel the all so familiar burning rising inside of me

“You’re gonna cum for me?” He asked

I moaned a ‘yes’

Roman adjusted our position, so with every thrust forward, his pelvis brushed against my clit.

Unable to hold back my orgasm, I came around him, coating his member with my release.

Soon after, I felt him throbbing inside of me

“Cum on my face” I smiled

Roman quickly pulled out and did as I requested

Licking one strand of cum that was dripping down my lips I giggled

“Yummy”

Roman laughed “You are wicked, young lady” Leaning down he kissed me passionately

“Wanna take a shower?” He asked, smiling

“With you? I would be crazy if I said no” I giggled

Scooping me up in his arms, he took us to the bathroom, where we managed to get more dirty than clean...

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bowenandjohnson · 2 years

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"vilianizing a moc"? Does that mean characters of color can never be given any flaws or have problematic behavior? Is it not simple a matter of piss poor writters creating a terrible script in which all of their ideas fall flat and all of the characters with sizable roles are routinely screwed over?

Characters of color can, of course, have flaws and problematic behavior. May I point you towards Kieu My’s arc in season 5 and season 6? The writing done in those seasons served Kieu My’s character in the best ways, even when she wasn’t the best person—Finn hasn’t had that sort of treatment in any way through four seasons of being on this show, but the main idea of his character is that he’s been a fairly good partner to Zoe.

And this terrible script “in which all ideas fall flat?” It informs how the audience sees him. So when he blamed Mailin for sending those pictures, when he told her he thought “she was different,” and then she cried, an average viewer was probably pissed at him, of course. But Finn hasn’t given any type of hints towards of how he has felt about this until Friday’s clip—not in texts, on IG, or in other clips. This was just a plot point, a means to an end. They did a complete 360 from “best boyfriend,” “we can take it slow,” to this. This clip has cheapened the very little we know about Finn for dramatics, the “shock value.” It has made him out to be a caricature, a secret moustache-twirling villain who has betrayed our so-called “innocent” protagonist, the red-cheeked, beautiful young maiden, and left her alone in some of the darkest moments of her life so far. Some people may feel more angry towards Finn than they do about Ben and his actions at this point. Some people might even feel validated in their hatred of Finn now.

Overall, this entire season has undermined mostly characters of color, the biggest examples being Ava and Finn. Though Finn is meant to have the second leading role this season, we, the audience, still barely know him six episodes in, and this last episode has destroyed what we thought we knew about him this far. Ava has been relegated to a comic relief role, and both of them have mostly been used to prop up Mailin’s activism, her values. If you’re going to write a fleshed-out, three-dimensional character, especially one from a diverse or marginalized background, it’s important to touch on the nuances of the world, the communities, the cultures they come from. The Druck s8 team has failed to do this; matter of fact, they flat-out refuse to. They don’t protect their actors or choose to listen them (example in Ish’s criticisms). So, yeah, it’s not just “the script” here. It’s also about how these characters of color can be perceived by an mostly white audience. Druck has given up on having these tough conversations entirely, and instead chose the easy way out by relying on tired, damaging ideals and stereotypes.

#druck #mailin ‘obie bergmann’ richter #finn nguyen #ava pereira

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autumnsunshine10 · 3 years

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Two Amandas, One T.J., and Me

We lived in the same neighborhood that summer, all around the same age though they were slightly older--heading into seventh grade while I would be entering sixth. Amanda K. had light brown long hair sun-streaked blonde in places, a smattering of freckles, and glasses over hazel eyes. Amanda J. was taller, more reserved and broody, with dark brown hair brushing her shoulders and an olive skin tone. Her dark eyes squinted when she smiled, like mine did. I had that in common with her and had hair and eye color more similar to Amanda K.'s. Not sure what else we three had in common other than proximity of residence and having younger brothers who were friends too.

Besides their names and being sisters to brothers close in age, they had one other thing in common between the two of them (and boy did it come in between): a boy, the titular T.J.

T.J. had recently moved from Massachusetts, maybe that was his appeal. Lanky and awkward with a Beavis and Butthead type laugh (and humor), he often spent time at my house, playing video games with my little brother. My siblings and I would make digs about his New England accent while he poked fun at our drawls. More than once he got a throw pillow angrily aimed at him, he had that kind of effect. At our house, he could only be taken in small doses, my mom even making up reasons why he had to leave once the T.J. tolerance had run out...and it was never long. Not helped by the fact that he would try to flirt with every female in sight. Like the two Amandas. Only their tolerance for T.J. was much higher.

Amanda K. one day saw me outside and rode her metallic purple bike up, wearing a secretive grin and announcing, "I like someone."

"Okay."

Exasperation took the grin from her face. "Aren't you going to ask who?"

"Okay, who?"

"T.J." The grin was back for some reason.

I felt like I had to pick my jaw up off the ground. "T.J.?! Are we talking about the same T.J.?"

"T.J. _____"

I stared blankly, never having heard his last name.

"You know, the one who lives 3 doors down, that T.J.!"

"Okay but...why?!"

"Because he likes me, he acts like it all the time and even said so yesterday...likes me like a boyfriend! I want to hang out again but I think he's with Amanda J. Do you think he likes her?! I think she might like him. Do you think?"

"Ummm I--"

"Wait, do you like him?!"

"No way ewww!"

"Why not?!"

"Because...he's T.J.!"

"You don't think he's cute?"

"Not even a little bit."

The conversation went along in the same vein for not much longer before Amanda K. got bored and, casting one last glare at T.J.'s house, took off to write her feelings in her diary.

Days later Amanda J. showed up at my door looking to talk to me. She asked if I had heard from Amanda K. who was avoiding her for some reason.

"Oh boy, she is going too far," I groaned with an eyeroll.

"What do you mean? Do you know what's wrong?"

I relayed some of our T.J. conversation. Amanda J. bit out, "Yeah I like T.J. and he likes me. We're gonna keep hanging out and she'll have to just get over it. She doesn't own him, he can do what he wants and like who he wants. She thinks he should pick her because she's pretty and her dad is in that country band with a video on TV, but this time she won't get her way!"

I couldn't believe my ears, that both Amandas were losing it...and over T.J. of all things. I would have laughed at the absurdity but knew it wouldn't go over well...tough crowd.

Then came their individual tactics to make T.J. choose. He said he wasn't a one girl guy and milked the triangle for all it was worth. It culminated at a performance for our girl group of some generic forgettable name. We formed it earlier that summer--wannabe Spice Girls, with the call to be the female Backstreet Boys. Two songs were all we ever had--one inspired heavily by "I Want It That Way" ("Woke up this morning just to hear you say, I want it that way..."); and the requisite girl power anthem I penned, rhyming "girls" with "pearls" while trying to prove our superiority to boys.

Our neighborhood friends had been invited to watch us mumble-sing and move in a way akin to dancing while dressed up in outfits we thought looked pop star cool...mine more resembled a librarian on laundry day. T.J. of course was there, no doubt invited by both Amandas; certainly not by me.

We gave it our best(ish), me flanked by the at-odds Amandas trying to outperform one another while also acting like the other was not there. T.J.'s attention was their main goal. But T.J. wandered off to the video games shortly after we began. Most of the others had too actually; our audience didn't appreciate our attempts at artistry. Can't say I blame them.

Amandas shot eye daggers at each other over my head as I plopped down halfway through the BSB rip-off song I had been the only one singing for a while.

"This is your fault, Amanda, T.J. got tired of your big mouth and seeing you hog the stage!" Our stage was more of a coffee table.

"Nuh uh, the Amanda he is sick of is you! I heard you kissed him in the pool the other day but then he swam away laughing," cold laughter followed.

"Who told you?! He kissed me then laughed because he splashed water. Funny how he kissed me again after we left! But your spy missed that!"

"You. Kissed. T.J.?!" I shrieked.

Neither of them paid me any notice, too intent on fighting over T.J. some more before each harumphed off to their respective homes. The theme carried through the rest of that summer, T.J. bouncing back and forth without a care to be seen. And beyond that? Would you believe T.J. eventually grew on me and I realized his charms, being the one to end up with him when it was all said and done? Nah that's not what went down, though if this were an entirely fictionalized account it probably would be the so-called surprise ending.

What actually happened was how these things typically play out. The summer of T.J. tug-of-war ended when Amanda J. moved away, then Amanda K. wondered what she ever saw in him, helped along by school starting back up and her crushing on some boy in her class. I moved not long after that and sometimes stayed in touch with the Amandas until the middle of high school. I occasionally saw T.J. around my high school but we never spoke again. Last I heard, Amanda J. moved to New York. Have no idea where Amanda K. and T.J. ended up. For all I know, they found each other again as adults and he felt he couldn't live without an Amanda in his life any more, that Amanda K. was the Amanda for him, and they eloped right away.

I guess that scenario would be the storybook ending...or beginning of a horror story. Take your pick.

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lumosandnoxwriting · 4 years

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Her Matching Pair of Socks - George Weasley

Title: Her Matching Pair of Socks Pairing: George x Fem!Reader, Adrian Pucey x Fem!Reader (ish, not really) Summary: George will always protect Y/N, even if it means confronting his true feelings . A/N: for the anon who wanted George being overprotective of the reader who was being teased!! The house of the reader is unspecified b/c it truly doesn’t matter but I pictured her as a Hufflepuff as I wrote, please do with that what you will haha. Feedback is always welcome!!! Tags: @feltondarling @pandaxnienke @raerae27 @thefifthweasley

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“George? George?” Y/N asks, waving her hand in front of his face. She giggles as his eyes seem to refocus on the world and he smiles at her. “Were you listening to anything I just said?”

George nods as he searches his brain, trying to see if any part of it retained any of the things Y/N had been talking about just a second ago while he’d been daydreaming. Y/N is magnetic. She has warm eyes, a kind smile and the biggest heart George has ever seen. She draws people in with one look, and once she’s captured them they have no chance of getting away; not that they’d want to. Unfortunately for George this means he rarely gets a moment alone with her, which is something he so desperately craves. Y/N has been the star of George’s thoughts since the first moment they met when she had quite literally saved his ass.

He and Fred had just pulled a prank on a few Slytherins and were running away from Snape. They had split up at some point, and as George ran away he could hear Snape gaining on him. George was sure he was about to be caught when a hand grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him into an empty classroom. Y/N had simply placed her finger over her mouth and winked at him, and as soon as Snape ran by their hiding spot she’d burst out in a fit of giggles. George had never heard anything so beautiful, and he sat there with her for hours, sometimes talking, but mostly just watching her knit. Y/N is sunshine encapsulated, and George could have sat there for days, basking in her rays of light and warmth.

Fred had found him eventually and dragged him back to the Gryffindor common room, and George worried that he’d never see her again. But the next morning at breakfast the hat she had been knitting was sitting in his usual spot waiting for him, and when his eyes met hers across the Hall she winked. From that moment on George has been caught in Y/N’s magnetic field, constantly swirling around her but never quite connecting the way he wants.

“Were you? Then what did I say?” she questions with a grin, one of her eyebrows raising.

George’s heart melts and he leans in closer to her, resting his chin on his hand. “I’m sorry, love. I wasn’t giving you the attention you deserve. Tell me again.”

Y/N rolls her eyes playfully and puts her knitting needles down so she can ruffle George’s hair. “That’s okay, Georgie. It wasn’t that important anyway. What’s on your mind?”

“Just this Transfiguration assignment,” he lies. George isn’t quite sure why he hasn’t shared his true feelings with Y/N, and it’s not as if he hasn’t tried either. There have been quite a few times when his confession was resting on the tip of his tongue, but each time someone ended up being drawn to Y/N and stole her attention away. “McGonagall’s really giving it to us this term.”

“Maybe your assignments would be easier to handle if you didn’t wait until the last minute to do them?” Y/N suggests with a wink.

George’s heart flutters in his chest and he has to take a deep breath to calm himself down. “Ah yes, but if I didn’t leave my homework until the day before it was due then who would sit here with you and keep you company while everyone else is outside soaking up the last of the weekend?” George is sure that anyone Y/N asked for companionship would drop everything to sit with her, and he feels honored that she always chooses him.

“Now how can I argue with that?” she teases, picking her needles up once again.

Watching Y/N knit is one of George’s favorite pastimes. She’s tried to teach him a few times, but he always ends up just creating a big knot of yarn and using the needles as drumsticks. The way her fingers move mesmerizes George to no end and he loves watching whatever she’s making start to take form before his eyes. More often than not whatever she’s making somehow always ends up in George’s possession, not that he’s complaining. So far this school year he’s added two new jumpers, three hats, a scarf and half a dozen pairs of socks to his wardrobe. Every item radiates the same warmth Y/N does, and on days where he can’t have her to himself he puts something on and when he closes his eyes it’s as if she’s right there with him.

“Whatcha makin?” George asks, completely abandoning any attempt at finishing his homework. McGonagall will probably be shocked that he did any of it at all, and he doesn’t want to put her into an early grave by actually finishing it.

“A sweater,” she responds sweetly, not looking up from her work. “And before you ask, no it’s not for you,” she chuckles and gestures towards the skein of yarn she’s using. “Though you may recognize the yarn.”

The yarn Y/N is using is a soft lilac color with glitter interwoven throughout the soft strands and George recognizes it because he’s the one who bought it. He and Fred had ventured into Diagon Alley a few days before Christmas to check out the space they were thinking about opening their joke shop in, and the yarn had caught George’s attention from a window display. He spent quite a bit of money buying every skein the store had, but it was all worth it to him. Lilac is Y/N’s favorite color, and George would do just about anything to see her smile. He gave it to her on the first day back from break a few weeks ago, and he can practically still feel how tightly she had hugged him.

“Does look kinda familiar, I bet a world class bloke gave that to you,” he jokes. Y/N laughs, and it makes George’s stomach feel queasy.

“Best bloke I know anyway,” she compliments with a wink.

George can feel his cheeks heating up, and he’s thankful for the distraction when students start to pour into the Great Hall for dinner. He sighs heavily and starts to pack his homework up, disappointed that his time with Y/N is already coming to an end. “See you in class tomorrow?”

Y/N nods as she stands up, gathering her latest project into her arms. “Most definitely, Georgie.” She leans over and boops him on the nose, before turning away and heading towards her house table.

“Hello lover boy,” Fred greets suddenly.

George jumps, having been too focused on Y/N to notice his brother’s sudden presence. He glares at Fred as he plops into the seat next to George, and he smacks him on the chest. “Screw off.” Suddenly the tables in the Great Hall fill with everything needed for dinner, and George starts piling his plate with food. “You get everything we need?”

Fred nods as he does the same as his brother. “Oh yeah. We’ve got enough Chinese gun powder to level all of England. It’ll be delivered to the store next weekend. We can apperate to Diagon Alley from Hogsmeade to meet the delivery person.”

“Wicked,” George responds, a glint of mischief in his eye. Fred had used the secret passageway into Honeydukes basement to meet a guy who deals with explosives at the Hogshead Inn. They’re starting to put their plans together for their joke shop, and the first step has been to find decent suppliers so they can start producing some stock. “You take care of the other stuff I asked?”

Fred rolls his eyes and hands George a bag from Honeydukes. “Yes, you big softie. I got everything on the list, don’t you worry.”

“Thanks, prat.” George takes the bag from Fred and peers inside to make sure he actually did pick up everything George requested. Y/N’s sweet tooth is one of George’s favorite things about her and he’s always sure to have a stash of her favorites on hand at all times. “Where’s my change?”

Fred grins and pats his pocket. “Consider it my fee so you could spend the day staring at Y/N inside the warm castle, while I tread through a dark underground tunnel.”

“Whatever, drama queen,” George huffs with an eyeroll. He puts the bag down and starts to eat, turning his attention to Y/N. She’s sitting with her friends talking happily, and George can feel his heart rate increase as a smile spreads across his face. But just as quickly as it appears it vanishes, when Adrian Pucey comes up behind Y/N and taps her on the shoulder. He watches her nod as they talk, and when Adrian walks away he looks way too smug with himself.

“That didn’t look good,” Fred comments, nudging George with his elbow.

George shrugs, trying to seem like his stomach isn’t churning with dread. “You know how Y/N is. People like talking to her. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“What did Adrian want yesterday?” George asks Y/N the following evening, trying to sound casual. They’re sitting in the library working on a Potions assignment, and it seems like there has been a never ending stream of people approaching them to speak with Y/N. He’s been dying to ask her about Adrian, but he wanted to wait until they were alone.

Y/N bites her lip as she looks up at George. “He asked me on a date, actually. To Hogsmeade next weekend.”

“Oh,” George says softly. His stomach has dropped into the floor and it feels like he was punched in the chest. “What did you say?”

“I told him that I would think about it.” Y/N gives George a look and there’s an unreadable expression on her face. “Do you think I should say yes?”

The tips of George’s ears feel like they’re on fire, and he has to put his quill down so he can wipe his sweaty palms off on his school trousers. What he wants to say is no, that she should go with him to Hogsmeade instead, and then lean forward and kiss her. But instead he shrugs and says, “If you want to, I guess.”

“Oh, okay,” Y/N responds quietly, twirling a piece of hair around her finger. “Thanks, I guess.”

George refocuses his attention on his homework for once, hoping that the sound of his heart pounding in his chest isn’t audible.

The next day by lunch time word has gotten to George that Y/N agreed to go on a date with Adrian. It makes his chest feel hollow, and he avoids her gaze at all costs. He avoids her in the hallways and when she asks to study with him in the library George brushes her off, claiming that he already has plans with Fred. He can tell that she’s upset, and it breaks George’s heart as he walks away.

He’s never been jealous over Y/N before. Even though he craves her presence and would give anything to spend every moment of every day with her, George has never minded sharing her with others. He’s spent countless hours with Y/N where they never even speak because her attention is captured by other people. Whether it’s people catching her in a casual conversation, or someone who takes a seat with them for a deeper interaction. George has always been content to just sit there and watch her face light up as she talks about whatever topic is at hand. Even if he’s not around Y/N, he loves to watch her from across the room as she talks to people. He finds everything she does absolutely adorable, and Fred often teases him for how hard he swoons.

But the thought of Y/N being alone with Adrian fills his chest with so much jealousy it feels like he’s drowning in it. He knows he has no right to be jealous, he’s never shared his romantic feelings with Y/N, and she isn’t his girlfriend or even a girl he’s casually dated. She’d even asked his opinion on whether she should accept. And instead of doing the smart thing and just telling her how he feels, he’d basically brushed her off.

As much as George wants to avoid Y/N, he’s still stuck in her orbit, so on Wednesday afternoon during break he parts ways with Fred and heads over to Y/N. “Got room for one more?” he asks, grinning down at her. Y/N moves over but doesn’t say anything. George frowns as he sits down. “What’s got you down, clown?”

Y/N cracks the faintest smile before she lets it fall from her features. “Just wasn’t sure you were talking to me is all. You haven’t been around lately.”

“I’m around now,” George points out, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ve just been a bit busy with Fred is all. You’re still my number one girl.” George’s heart feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest as he raises up one of his pantlegs. “I wouldn’t be rockin’ these bad boys if you weren’t.”

Y/N giggles as she looks at George’s sock, shoving him playfully. It’s neon pink and is truly the most offensive piece of clothing she’s ever seen. The yarn had been left over from a Christmas present she made for a young cousin a few years ago, and Y/N needed to use it up somehow. She originally planned on leaving them in her sock drawer for a few months before donating them to a charity, but the second George saw them he nabbed them from her, and he’s worn them quite a few times sense.

“They look wonderful, Georgie. Though I think it’s best you keep them hidden, they clash terribly with your Gryffindor tie and your fiery hair.” Y/N reaches up and tugs on a strand of George’s hair and he can feel his blood pressure spike.

“Well in that case.” George leans down and rolls up the cuff of both his pant legs, so a few inches of the socks are visible. “How do I look?”

“Ravishing,” Y/N says with a laugh.

It’s the most beautiful sound George has ever heard, and it sends a shiver down his spine. “Bet you wished you kept these for yourself now, don’t ya?”

Before Y/N can respond, one of her other friends swoops in to talk to her about her upcoming date with Adrian, and George sneaks away to avoid the heart break.

“Are you excited for your date?” Y/N’s friend Emily asks as they head towards the entrance to the castle.

Y/N nods happily, letting her eyes scan the crowd of people heading out of the castle. She gets her hopes up when she spots a shock of ginger hair bobbing above the crowd, but they evaporate when the person turns around and it turns out to be Fred. Y/N hasn’t seen George in three days, and his absence has been driving her crazy. She’s friendly with everyone but only has a few true friends, and she considers George to be one of them. She would even consider George to be her best friend, and it feels weird to not have spoken to him in a few days.

“What are you guys going to do?” Emily asks, pulling Y/N’s attention back to the present.

“Just have some butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks, hang out, talk. Nothing too super crazy. I don’t really know Adrian that well, so I think it’ll give us a nice chance to get to know each other.”

Y/N had agreed to meet Adrian there, so when her and Emily reach Hogsmeade a few minutes later, she parts from her with a wave and heads right into the pub. She grabs a drink at the bar before settling in at a table in the back corner. When Adrian is 5 minutes late Y/N brushes it off, figuring that he got caught up leaving the castle or lost track of time. When he’s 30 minutes late, Y/N has already ordered another drink, figuring that he’ll be there any minute. And when he doesn’t show up after an hour Y/N decides to throw the towel in and head back to the castle.

Y/N feels emotionally drained as she makes her way back up towards Hogwarts, and she blinks back a few tears. Even though she’s not particularly interested in Adrian romantically, it had felt nice to be asked out and she truly was looking forward to getting to know him more. She always gives anyone who wants it a piece of her day, and Adrian not showing up make her feel as if she’s been taken advantage of. Her plan is to try and forget this ever happened until dinner that evening.

Y/N turns around when she feels something hit her in the back of the head, and when she turns around she can see Adrian, Marcus Flint and Theodore Knott laughing amongst themselves. There’s a piece of balled up parchment on the ground, and Y/N tries to ignore their stares as she leans down to pick it up.

How was the butterbeer? Lonely?

Y/N’s cheeks feel like they’re on fire, and she quickly turns back into her seat, shoving the piece of parchment into her pocket. She forces her tears away as she tries to get back into the conversation going on around her, unable to stop herself from searching George out in the crowd.

For the next week it seems everywhere she goes Adrian, Marcus and Theo are following a few paces behind. They never directly talk to her, but they talk about her loud enough for her to hear.

“Can’t believe she actually thought I wanted to go out with her!”

“How pathetic. I can’t believe it took her over an hour to realize you weren’t going to show up! What a moron.”

“She’s such a weirdo, no wonder she has no actual friends.”

It doesn’t help that George seems to be avoiding her as well. He doesn’t pass her stupid little notes in class anymore and when their eyes lock across the Great Hall he immediately looks away instead of giving her a cheeky grin. Every time she tries to ask him to come sit with her in the library he turns the other way in the hall before she catches him, and when she catches a peak of him and Fred outside pelting snowballs at Ron, he’s wearing his Gryffindor beanie, instead of one of her knit caps.

She misses George like crazy. He’s one of the only people who doesn’t want something from her. Most people only spend time with Y/N when they need to vent or ask her a question. George is the only person who is content with just sitting there with her in silence while they do their homework, or she knits. She could sit in silence with George for hours and just exist, so having him gone while also being tormented by Adrian and his gang has left Y/N with a deep ache in her chest and a pit of loneliness in her stomach.

Avoiding Y/N has to be the hardest thing George has ever done, and he once spent a week with his Great Aunt Tessie when he was 8. He craves her presence, but the thought of hearing about Adrian endlessly makes his stomach churn. Watching Y/N’s face fall every time he dodged her absolutely broke George’s heart, but he can’t stand to see someone else make her happy.

“You think she’s going to cry?”

George grimaces when he’s brought from his thoughts of Y/N and notices that Adrian and his goons are a few feet in front of him. Most of the school is in the Great Hall having dinner, but George didn’t feel like eating. Y/N had spent most of Transfiguration trying to get George’s attention, and ignoring her has left his stomach queasy.

“Reckon she might with how soft she is. Bet she’s cried herself to sleep every night this week.”

He has no idea who they’re talking about and he figures they’re tormenting some first year who is walking ahead of them. George is a little too far behind them to see who it is, but he decides to follow them anyway, in case he needs to intervene.

“What a stupid girl.”

Adrian’s words cut George deep. How could Y/N be interested in someone like him? George clenches his fist and starts to walk faster to catch up with them. He’s been wanting to smack Adrian and his smug face since the day he asked Y/N out, and this seems like a perfect excuse.

“Will you leave me alone!” Y/N shouts, and George’s blood runs cold. Her voice is shaky, and George knows that if she’s not already crying she will be soon.

Adrian, Marcus and Theodore stop in their tracks and cackle, and the sound makes George even angrier.

“Aw, poor pathetic Y/N has finally managed to stand up for herself. How cute,” Adrian taunts.

Y/N sniffles, and George can feel anger swell up in his chest. “Standing me up wasn’t enough for you, was it? Now you have to torment me about it too? Is that why you asked me out? So you could be mean to me?”

“Why else would someone ask you out? You’re not worth anyone’s time.”

George reaches them then, and he grips is wand tightly in one hand while the other grips the collar of Adrian’s shirt. He pulls him back sharply, causing Marcus and Theodore to take a few steps back as well. George takes one look at Y/N’s tear stained face and lets the anger in his chest consume him completely. “Leave her the fuck alone,” he spits, turning to face Adrian.

“Shove off, Weasley. Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something,” Adrian seethes, squaring up against George.

“Not anymore you prick.” George can hear Y/N crying, and he moves slightly to shield her behind his back. “Now get lost before I make you.” Adrian takes a step forward and George raises his wand, pressing the tip of it to Adrian’s throat. “Unless you want to end up in the Hospital Wing for the next three weeks I suggest you move along.” George’s jaw is clenched, and his voice is deep and dark. George doesn’t move until they disappear down the hall. Only then does he drop his wand and turn around to hug Y/N.

Y/N presses her face into George’s chest and lets out a few more tears. “Thank you, George,” she mumbles.

“Of course, love. I will always be there for you, you know that.” George squeezes her tighter and resists his urge to kiss the top of her head. Instead he rests his chin there, and his eyes flutter closed as he soaks in her warmth. “How long have they been bothering you?” George asks quietly when he starts to feel like himself again.

“Since last Saturday, after Adrian stood me up.” Y/N pulls away from George’s chest so she can look up at him. “How come you’ve been ignoring me, Georgie? I’ve missed you so much.”

George’s heart breaks, and he brings a hand up to wipe away the last few tears from her cheeks. “I’ve missed you too, Y/N. I was being an idiot, like usual.” He takes a deep breath to prepare himself for what he’s about to say. “I’ve liked you Y/N, for as long as I’ve known you. And after Adrian asked you out I got so unbelievably jealous that I couldn’t be around you, I couldn’t hear you talk about your date with him and how excited you were because just the thought of him being alone with you made me want to throw up.”

Y/N bites her lip as she considers what to say next. “You’d do anything for me George, right?”

“Of course, Y/N. Anything,” George confirms, cupping her cheek gently.

“Kiss me,” she breathes.

George hesitates for a second before he leans down and presses their mouths together softly. Their lips move together slowly, and George can feel his head spinning. His knees shake when they pull apart, and when George looks into Y/N’s eyes they shine brighter than the sun.

“Nice sweater,” George compliments as Y/N joins him in that Great Hall that Sunday. She giggles and does a little twirl for him and George feels like he’s soaring through the air.

“Thank you, my boyfriend gave me the yarn I used to make it.” Y/N leans over the table to press a kiss to George’s cheek before taking the seat across from him. She digs around in her bag for a moment before pulling out a pair of socks, knit from the same lilac material as her sweater.

“For me?” George asks, giving her a bright smile. He takes them from her excitedly and kicks off his shoes so he can pull them on.

Y/N laughs as George bring one of his feet up to show off the lilac sock, letting the glitter in the yarn shine. “Of course. What’s a sweater without a pair of matching socks?”

George leans over and kisses Y/N gently. “I’m always down to be your matching pair of socks.”

#George weasley #George Wesley imagine #gw #golden

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Capturing a Dream

Chapter 1 - Meeting the Team

This was it. She was excited. No excited wasn’t the word. Terrified? Yeah, that was closer. Marinette was about to step into the Young Justice base for the first time and meet her new teammates. What if they don’t like her? What if they don’t let her join the team? What if they let her join the team but they exclude her? What if they get mad at her because she won’t expose her identity and they think she doesn’t trust them? What if she messes up and she ends up getting someone killed? What if she gets one of her teammates killed? What if she gets someone else killed? What if… No!

She wasn’t going to do that. She wasn’t the same 14 year old girl who spiraled into anxiety-induced, worst-case-scenario, death spirals. She was 17 now. She was in her final year of school before college, nearly an adult, legally, she was an adult. She was the Guardian. She was a hero. She was already in a prestigious internship with one of the biggest names in fashion. She was working with the Justice League, well Young Justice, but that was better because there wasn’t as much of a time commitment, which was really good because she didn’t have much to spare… where was she going with this? Right! She was smart. She was competent. She was confident(ish). She was… standing outside the zeta tube opening staring at it like an idiot, and she was going to be late.

She took a deep breath and ran her free hand over the costume she wasn’t quite used to yet, trying to find comfort in the feeling and focus her mind. She could do this. She may no longer be able to be Ladybug for secrecy reasons, but Ladybug wasn’t her only option. She was Chimera now and Chimera was not linked back to the miraculous. So this new and completely un-miraculous affiliated hero definitely wasn’t unifying the fox and horse miraculous. Chimera was a separate and unmiraculous hero. She was a new heroic entity; a powerful amalgamation of divergent parts; an illusion, who uses illusions; a dream that can never be captured. Chimera was just another magical hero working in the background.

Gone was the flashy, bright suit of a central hero. She was a shadow now and her suit reflected her new role. The base of the suit was a brown so dark, it almost looked black. Her knee-high boots and gloves that reached to midway up her bicep were both black, meeting with the brown core of the suit with a strip of deep orange. Her mask was the same dark brown color with deep orange at the corners. She no longer had her yoyo, but in its place was a rope that responded to her like her yoyo did. Her flute across her back completed her weaponry.

She was still a hero, just not a miraculous one, as far as anyone else knew. She was still protecting people for now, she just wasn’t on the front lines anymore. She was still protecting the miraculous and would for the rest of her life. And she was still… standing outside the Zeta tube opening, staring.

She closed her eyes, and walked through the portal. Before she let out her breath, she could feel a difference in the air around her. She heard a digital voice say “Recognize Chimera B12.” She opened one eye tentatively and jumped back with a quiet squeak when she saw Batman standing on the other side giving her an amused smile next to Black Canary and a red figure.

Black Canary stepped forward, “Welcome to Mount Justice, Chimera. You’ve already met Batman. This is Red Tornado. He supervises the cave here.” Chimera nodded to him but before she could say anything Black Canary continued speaking. “We are very excited to have you here. While you are training and on missions, this will be your home. I know you have an apartment near your internship, but if you ever want to get away, you are always welcome to stay here whenever and however long you want to.” Her voice was warm and welcoming. She leaned over and lowered her voice, “lead lined walls and no bugs or cameras allowed in the personal rooms in case you want to drop your transformation while you are here.” She gave her a nod and started walking, motioning to Chimera to follow her.

“As discussed before, your team knows nothing about you. What you choose to disclose is your decision. Only Batman and I know anything more. The team is used to people hiding their identities so there is no pressure to give your personal identity. I mean, there might be teasing, but you are under absolutely no obligation to divulge and they will respect that. Especially since Robin is under the same requirement.”

They entered into a small sitting area that appeared to be their common room. The first thing she noticed was a kitchen that was almost as nice as her parents’ kitchen in the bakery and significantly bigger. She let out a quiet “Wow” without even noticing she had done it. She would have to try that out as soon as she was able to get back to it.

“Pretty nice, huh?” She heard from behind her. She whirled around and finally noticed the other half of the room were a few couches and chairs were clustered in front of a television. More significantly, there was a red headed boy talking to her, standing in front of four other teens. They were looking at her with uncertainty and a slight bit of curiosity except the red headed boy who looked excited to meet her, and the larger black haired boy who looked a bit hostile.

“Uh, yeah. It’s… um, a really nice kitchen. It looks… really professional.” She stammered, trying to keep the nerves out of her voice.

The red head smiled brightly at her. “Only the best for the Justice League.”

“Alright team, it’s nice to see your smiling faces.” Black Canary started with more than a hint of sarcasm. “I would like to introduce you to your new team member. This is Chimera.” Chimera gave an awkward wave to the Young Justice members. “She was recruited by the Justice League. Her identity is secret and will stay that way, am I clear?” She stared at each of the team members one at a time. “Good. She is here under an outside deal so she may not always be available for missions, but she will be here whenever she can be.”

The red head raised his hand. “Wally, you don’t have to raise your hand.” Batman said tiredly.

“What is the outside deal? What does that even mean?”

“It means something else brought her to our vicinity and she is only available to us because of that. The details of the deal are not important. Only that she is a hero on your team and every bit as dedicated to the team as the rest of you.”

“How is she as dedicated if she can’t commit to being here?” Artemis snarked quietly to Superboy.

“We all have outside lives that demand our attention. There are times I can’t go out with the Justice League. One of the others cover for me. Are you suggesting I am not committed to the Justice League?” Batman stared harshly at her.

“No, sir.” Artemis shrunk back.

“I’m sorry, I have school and… other obligations, but I promise I will give you as much time and attention as I can spare without going insane. Learned that the hard way.” She looked down as she muttered the last part under her breath. She quickly looked back up hoping nobody heard her. Everyone seemed to have the same expressions on their faces except Superboy who was giving her a quizzical look. “I am committed to the team. I want to be here, I promise. Um… here, I brought macarons!” She said with forced cheeriness, attempting to placate their suspicions and hostility. She opened the lid to the box of macarons she had brought with her.

Chimera’s hair blew back as Wally rushed forward. He had already grabbed three macarons before she even saw him move. “These are delicious! Where did you get them?”

“Thank you. I made them. I like to bake.” She smiled broadly at him.

Wally stared at her with his jaw open, the macaron close to falling out of his mouth. “Marry me.” He said dreamily.

Chimera giggled at him. “How about I use the only-the-best kitchen to make something else for you a bit later instead?”

Wally gave her a bright grin. “That will work.” He looked at the rest of the macarons longingly then back at his teammates. “Uh…. These are absolutely terrible and you shouldn’t have to be subjected to them. I’ll just finish these off so you don’t have to.” He reached back toward the box but Chimera closed the lid and raised an amused brow at him.

“Move over,” Robin pushed Wally to the side. “Thank you Chimera. That was sweet of you.” He took a bite and looked back up at her with a smile. “Hey, Wally was right. These are delicious. Artemis, Kaldur, Superboy, get over here and try these.”

Kaldur and Artemis came over, Artemis shoving Wally again for no apparent reason. Superboy stayed where he had been and continued to eye her suspiciously. Wally looked at them with a pout. “Hey! Leave some for me.”

“You’ve already had a bunch. The rest of us get some too.” Artemis rolled her eyes.

“Hey, I have a fast metabolism. I need to eat.” Wally whined.

“Thank you… I’m sorry, I didn’t get any of your names.” Chimera said apologetically.

“Tall, blonde, and hostile is Artemis. Tall, blonde, and aloof is Kaldur. Tall, dark, and broody back there is Superboy. You already met Wally, aka Kid Flash. And I’m Robin.” Robin gave her a charming smile and shook her hand.

She gave them all a brilliant smile. “It is nice to meet you all. I’m really excited to work with you.” Wally smiled broadly at her and gave a lovesick sigh. Artemis groaned and turned away.

Kaldur moved forward and extended his hand to her, “Welcome to the team.”

She shook his hand and gave him a warm smile. “Thank you.”

“Okay, now that everyone has introduced themselves, let’s get to the training area. I’m interested to see how Chimera’s powers work with the rest of yours.” Black Canary announced.

“The training area is just this way,” Robin said with a suave smile, sweeping his arm out toward the direction they were supposed to move.

“Thanks,” Chimera smiled anxiously at him.

Wally came up on the other side of her and bumped his shoulder gently into hers. “Don’t worry, we’ll take it easy on you.” He said with a wink.

Chimera looked at him blank faced for a few seconds before throwing him a sassy grin. “It’s not me I’m worried about, speedy.”

“Oh no, Speedy was someone else.” Artemis threw in, moving past the group.

“You’re kidding.” Chimera stared at her.

“Nope.” Artemis responded popping the p. “A whole different hero. Not even fast either. Makes no sense.”

“Good to know.” Chimera nodded absentmindedly.

“Oh, she can never meet Speedy.” Wally looked at the other heroes with wide eyes.

“Is he that bad?” Chimera asked, concern seeping into her eyes.

Artemis turned back to her and grinned wickedly, “No, he’s afraid you’ll start dating him.”

“Ahh. I don’t date teammates so, don’t worry.” Chimera reassured Wally with a clap on his back. Artemis barely contained the chuckles that were fighting to spill out.

Wally gave her a distressed look, “But, teammates are great. They are supportive and understand you… They’re… They’re the ideal dating material.”

“You make some interesting points.” She nodded as though contemplating his words. “Luckily, you have very pretty and interesting teammates, four at least from what I can see. So you have a wealth of dating material at your disposal.” Chimera gave him a wink and walked ahead of him. Artemis cackled loudly and threw her arm over Chimera’s shoulders, walking along with her. “I think I’m going to like having you here.”

Chimera smiled at her. “Good. I hope so.”

Black Canary gave them a serious look and stood in the middle of the sparring area as the team lined up around the edges. “Let’s get started. This is an exhibition sparring match. We want to see what you can do and what your teammates can do and see how you can mesh.”

“You don’t know what she can do?” Kaldur asked.

“I know. It’s you I’m concerned about. You’re going to be working with her and leading her. You need to know what she can do. So, Chimera? Go full force. We want to know what to plan for in the field.” Black Canary commanded.

Chimera looked at her unsure. “Full force? Are you sure? I don’t want to… That can be really dangerous.”

Black Canary nodded in understanding. “I get that, but I assure you it will be fine. We just need to see where you are in your skills, so we need you to give it your all.”

Chimera eyes got even bigger, “I’m not going to kill someone to prove a point. I can do a demonstration instead.”

The rest of the team looked at her insulted. Robin finally spoke up to scoff at her. “We can take it. We’ve dealt with worse. Don’t worry.”

Ladybug looked back at him with wide eyes. “It isn’t… I don’t think I’m a better fighter than you. I’m positive you all have better training than I do, especially since I don’t have any, it’s just… I’ve brought down the Eiffel Tower with one hit before. Thank god for miraculous ladybugs. But you all look a bit more…” she struggled for an appropriate word to finish her thought, “…vulnerable. I really don’t want to hurt any of you.” She shot him a pleading look.

Superboy stepped forward with a determined look on his face. “Then try me. I’m less…” he paused as if thinking, “what was that word you used… Vulnerable.”

She looked at him uncertain then looked over to Black Canary, taking note of her stern expression. She nodded and stepped onto the mat. “I’ll make it work.” Chimera offered uncertainly.

They faced each other for a few moments before settling into a fighting stance. When she was ready, Chimera nodded to Superboy. He rushed at her and extended his arm at the last second to deliver a haymaker punch. Chimera bent backwards and twirled in a semi-circle so she was standing behind him and kicked him in the butt, sending him sprawling on the floor. He got up and glared at her. He rushed her again, this time aiming for her waist so she couldn’t duck under him. She stared at him coming at her like a deer in headlights. Superboy got a smug glint in his eye as he closed in on her. At the last second, Chimera jumped up and rolled down his back, landing on her feet behind him, the wide eyed expression long gone.

“We need you to try, Chimera. We need you to actually fight, not just dodge.” Batman stated sternly.

Chimera looked over to him to nod at the instruction. The momentary distraction was enough for Superboy to land a hard hit to her stomach. The force of the impact sent her flying across the mat. The team winced and groaned in sympathy as she hit a wall with a hard thump. Superboy moved over to her to check on her but stopped half way to her. Chimera stood up and cocked her head to the side, examining Superboy. She raised her brow and asked calmly, “So… super strength. Invulnerability?”

He nodded at her. “Okay then.” She smirked at him, walking back to the central area of the room. “Let’s do this.” He smiled slightly and nodded. She immediately launched herself at him, catching him by surprise. She punched him hard enough to send him across the room in the opposite direction. He slid toward the wall but was able to regain enough control to use the wall as a springboard to launch himself back at her. She saw him coming and twisted at the last second, using his momentum against him to push him off balance. He recovered quicker than she expected and swept her legs out from under her. She used her momentum to turn the fall into a flip, leading to a series of flips and twists taking her away from him, giving her some space to think.

They circled around each other trying to plan their next move. Suddenly Chimera stopped and looked like she just realized something. “Oh I forgot. I’m supposed to be showing my skills…” she started innocently. Superboy took advantage of her apparent distraction to jump at her again but that was the moment she had been waiting for. “Voyage” she whispered and created a portal behind her. She stepped out of the way at the last possible second, sending Superboy through the portal at full speed. The portal ended close to the rock wall on the other side of the room. Superboy almost slammed into the wall with his full force but she had left him enough room to bounce back off the wall and launch himself back through the portal and back in front of her, throwing a punch toward her sternum that she was just barely able to twist away from, rolling along his arm until she was in the perfect position to elbow him in the back of his head. He grunted and turned back toward her, circling around her again.

“Full force, Chimera,” Black Canary chastised her.

“Not going to make him bleed on purpose for a game, Ms. Canary.” Chimera responded, still focused on Superboy. “Besides, we’re not done yet.” She turned to Superboy, “Right?” He nodded at her, an amused glint in his eyes. “I haven’t even showed off all my skills yet.”

“Well, let’s see those skills you keep talking about.” Superboy taunted her.

“If you say so Superboy.” She smirked at him then frowned. “I don’t appreciate that your actual name is the name I would have called you to taunt you. You’re making my job harder.”

He frowned at her, the amused look that had been in his eyes dropping. “So sorry my name is an inconvenience. You can call me The Weapon like my makers did if you prefer.”

Chimera stood up straight, fidgeting and frowning at him. “That’s… really?” She looked around to the other heroes. They all nodded solemnly.

She looked back at him with softer eyes. “What do you want to be called?” She asked in a kind tone.

“I… Superboy.” He said stiffly, not exactly sure how to respond to the shift in atmosphere.

Chimera nodded and gave him a warm smile. “Superboy it is. No nicknames unless you approve of them.”

“As heartwarming as this is, you are supposed to be sparring.” Black Canary reminded them.

“Right,” Chimera said shook her head to refocus herself. “Sorry.” She whispered “Mirage,” bringing her flute up to her lips. As soon as the notes were heard, a dozen replicas of her appeared and began running around the circle. Superboy tried to scan them but they all looked identical even with his infrared vision. He stilled to listen for a heartbeat or breathing, but he couldn’t detect it in any of them. He looked around wildly. It was a sea of dark brown and bright orange. He nodded to himself calculating the possibilities. Most likely she managed to split herself. So either they are all fully sentient or there is a central figure controlling them. He’d have to hope for the latter.

His eyes flicked to one of the figures running at him. The figure jumped into a flying kick. He dodged out of the way and rolled to his feet, looking around again for the next attack. He didn’t wait long. Another figure ducked low to sweep his feet. He jumped over her but felt a sharp pain in his side as one of the replicas body checked him with enough force to knock him into the far wall.

Superboy shook his head to clear it. When he took more than a few seconds to recover, the replicas looked at him concerned. One of them finally moved forward and asked “Are you okay to continue?”

He stared at the replica for a few moments before nodding. “We’re not done yet.” All the replicas smiled at him and moved into new positions, waiting for him to indicate he was ready. As soon as he nodded two replicas moved to attack him, one went high, one went for his legs. He lunged for the one going high, jumping over the one going for his legs. As soon as he reached her, she disappeared. Not meeting the resistance he had expected, the force of the lunge caused him to lay out flat on the floor. He grunted and jumped up before any of the replicas could attack again.

As soon as he was up he looked around with a grin. “Mirage,” he repeated. They were all an illusion. He just had to find the real one. Two attacked him again. He hit one causing it to disappear but the other one hit him with her flute, knocking him to the side. He shook his head again and turned back to them and backed away, giving himself space. He just had to find the one. There had to be an indication of which one was the real one. He couldn’t use his infrared vision or hearing. Maybe there was something about them. He stared at them as they circled around each other. There! There was one with a different shade of orange, the shade Chimera had before the match. All the replicas had bright orange but the real Chimera had deep orange accents.

He kept his eyes moving so she wouldn’t know he’d made her. He moved forward toward one of the replicas moving to punch her. Chimera attacked from the side again, coming at him before he could touch the replica and make it disappear. He grinned to himself. At the last second, he changed his trajectory and sent another haymaker toward her. He jerked back in pain as the replica he had been moving toward originally made contact, knocking the air out of his lungs. He grunted in anger and confusion as a rope was tied around him, pinning down his arms. His legs were swept out from under him causing him to land hard. He trashed with all his strength as he felt her tying his legs too. He kept thrashing against the rope, but no matter how hard he pushed and pulled, the rope showed no indication of weakening.

After a few moments of him pointlessly struggling, Black Canary walked over and declared Chimera the winner. She smiled excitedly at Chimera. “Now we know what we’re working with and we can plan how to incorporate your skills into missions and approaches to your training.”

Chimera nodded in understanding and looked over to the team who were still watching her in various degrees of surprise. Kaldur nodded in approval. Wally and Artemis stared at her in shock. Robin was pointing and laughing at Superboy. Chimera glowered at him and turned back to Superboy, releasing the rope so he could get up.

As soon as he was freed, Superboy jumped up and rubbed his arms, glaring at the floor. Chimera smiled nervously in his direction, but he refused to look at her and had turned his body away from her. She sighed and looked down too, shifting nervously. After a few moments, she started gathering up the rope to tie it back around her waist. She furrowed her brows at the sound of Robin still laughing, which seemed to upset Superboy even more. She narrowed her eyes at him and whipped the rope out in his direction. It snapped a few inches away from his face with a crack so loud it reverberated throughout the cave. Robin jumped away awkwardly and fell backwards, landing on his butt.

Superboy looked from Robin to her. He let out a small laugh and gave her a smile. Chimera took it as a good sign and smiled back at him. “That was a lot of fun. You are really good at picking up on details, otherwise that color trick wouldn’t have worked.” Her voice was soft, like she was addressing a scared child.

He nodded at her and quietly said, “Thanks. It was fun.”

“Does that mean we can do it again sometime? I need practice sparring and I’m usually afraid I’ll hurt someone when I’m in the suit and when I’m not, it isn’t as effective. I mean, helpful still, but not as effective.” He stared at her for a few seconds but finally nodded at her.

“That was a pretty good introduction but it’s getting late now. I think it’s time to call it a night. Red Tornado, can you take Chimera to the room she will be using so she can recharge?” Black Canary asked.

When Chimera returned a few minutes later, the group smiled at her and gave their goodbyes. They made plans for everyone to return the next day for more training. One by one, they all left through the Zeta tubes except for Superboy. Chimera looked at him confused. “Are you not leaving too?”

“No.” He stated coldly.

“Why not? I mean… if you don’t mind me asking.” She stammered out.

“Because I live here.” He grumbled back at her.

“Alone?” She gasped.

“With Red Tornado.” He corrected defiantly.

“But no other… people? In this big, empty, cold place?” She looked out over the cave, the empty, cold, inhospitable place he was going to call home.

“I like being alone.” He stated in an annoyed voice.

Something that looked like anger flashed across her face transforming into a determined look before she smoothed it out and gave him a cheeky grin. “That’s a shame.”

He narrowed his eyes looking at her suspiciously, “Why is that?”

“I’m moving in.” Her smile grew bigger.

He furrowed his brow and frowned, “What?”

“I’m moving in. I have school and, uh… stuff during the day, but I’ll be here in the mornings and at night, most weekends.” She nodded at him. “It will be like a sleepover every night… except we’ll be sleeping in separate rooms.”

He stared at her for a few seconds, unsure how to react. “Whatever,” he grunted walking back toward the residence area. “Dinner is usually in like 30 minutes.” He called over his shoulder. She smiled in his direction. It wasn’t a warm welcome but it was better than nothing.

“Are you sure about this? It isn’t required for you to live here. Most of the members don’t.” Black Canary reassured her.

“That’s why I’m doing it. I’ve already had one teammate who had to live essentially alone and isolated in a big, empty space. He hated it. It messes with your self-worth and your ability to interact with other people, no matter how badly you want to. It scrapes away at your humanity. I couldn’t really do anything for his living situation, but I can do something for Superboy.”

“It will make keeping your identity more difficult.” Batman warned her softly.

“I know, but he’s my teammate. I won’t abandon him. And I need a friend here too. I’ll be all alone otherwise, so… it will be mutually beneficial… I hope.” She added tentatively.

Batman and Black Canary shared an approving look with each other and turned back to her. “Okay. Let us or Red Tornado know if you need anything. We really think you are going to fit in amazingly with this team.”

Chimera smiled at them and shifted slightly to look out over the rest of the cave. “I think so, too.”

Chapter 2

#connette #connerette #konmari #maribat #Marinette x Conner #marikon #capturing a dream #conner x marinette

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