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sweet-lover-girl · 1 year

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spring(sundress with no panties season) is here! abby better get her ass over her and do the nasty work!

Yeah! No panties season!

I’m so sorry I just now got to this love T.T also I feel like this gets off track? So I’m sorry if it does…I really hope you like it never the less though!

Warning(s): Lesbian sex, Abby eats you out from the back, oral sex(reader receiving), ass slapping(a lot of it), reader has hair(hair not specified), public sex(it takes place outside but no one is around), a lot of nicknames(I.e babygirl, pumpkin, good girl), dry humping, brief touch of aftercare, and I think that’s it?

NO MINORS PAST THIS POINT!!!

Pushing you up against the tree— Abby kneeled down on the ground with her thighs spread and lifted the skirt of the dress up before she started to eat you out from the back, and since you weren’t wearing panties it made her job all the more easier as she licked at you slick as it leaks down your inner thighs. Your back arched so your chest was pressed against the rough bark of the tree, your cheek rubbing against it and caused a sore little rash but you were to far to care. Abby wait— you moan out, barely trying to stop her assault on your cunt.

Abby had took you out on a little date outside the stadium walls, nothing far away just into the surrounding trees. She told you to dress up— but she didn’t think you would wear an actual dress. The little sandy colored dress that contrasted gorgeously with your skin tone ended just above your kneecaps, showing off the length of your beautiful legs. The shoulders of the dress were a little puffy and leads down to a sweetheart neck line.

The ruched dress was an amazing find on your half, you had gone on a patrol last week and with it getting hotter you wanted something cooler to wear. You happened to stumble over the very dress you are currently wearing— and decided to wear it today on your date. You just didn’t know it would have such an affect in Abby.

“Abby please—wait, w-what if someone sees?”

“Let me worry about that Sweet girl.” She said pulling away from your wet pussy, your sweet nectar and her saliva were dripping down her chin, but she could care less. The messier the better.

You whine as she got back to work, kissing at your little twitching button. Abby moans at the slight salty taste that was uniquely you— as she sticks her tongue into your clenched cunt. She loved how - no matter how many times she fucks you, your little cunt always stays so tight. Abby groaned and dropped her left hand down to her own crotch, grasping at it and rubbing over her large clit through the rough material of her cargo pants. you always made her ache so bad, she couldn’t help but touch herself to reviled that sweet pain.

She breathed in your scent as she lifted her right hand up and slammed it back down on your ass cheek, making a loud CLAP sound. You squeal out and cry as Abby left her hand there, not lifting it once it made contact with your ass. It made the pain much more sore but so fucking good. It made your cunt throb as your whole body trembles. Abby chuckles darkly and lifts her hand up once more and slammed it back down on the same— already tender spot. You cry out again and your foot lifts off the ground a little and stomps down on the damp soil with a quite thud.

Abby pulls away,”There you go baby,” She grips at the sore spot,”Let it out.”

You groan as her fingers dig into the fat of your ass, grasping at the hand print she left behind. Abby ‘s not fair, you whine. Making her stand up to loom over your trembling form, her shadow casted over you and blocked the bright sun. You whimper as you look up to meet her blue eyes that were now black from lust but still so beautiful. You let out a little sound as you feel her right hand snake up the back of your head and grab the roots of you hair before pulling your head back, making your already arched back arch even more. Your ass pushing into her hips, she lifts her left hand to place it on the tree to help balance herself as she leaned over you. Her eyes narrowed at you as she looked down at you from the bridge of her nose, your big doe like eyes cut upwards to look at her upside down. You were bitting you lower lip as you wait for her to speak.

“You’re lucky I don’t have my strap,” she leaned in closer,”Because I would be fucking you so hard right now.” Her warm breath washed over you and you felt your cunt throb again at her words. You leaned up to try and kiss her but she quickly leaned back, keeping your hair in her grasp to keep your back arched into her pelvis. She dropped her left hand heavily onto your ass cheek, doing the same thing she did to the right side, making you wince. “but I don’t think you deserve it to be honest,” she sighed as she slapped you ass again. “Because you’re a naughty girl, not even wearing panties.”

You whine as you grind your ass against her hips and she rolls them against your ass, she does this a few times. Just rolling them before she let’s go of your hair and places her hands on your waist and pulled you back a little away from the tree. You made a questioning sound and turned your head to look at her— but then your felt that first fake thrust against your ass. You gasp as she does this, your hands clench the bark tightly, was she— she did it again.

She was humping you.

Abby was humping your ass like she did when she was fucking you, reenacting those thrusts. Her thrust were so hard your exposed ass jiggled and your tits bounced. She leaned over your back and slip her hands up from your waist and grabbed the rim of your neckline before pulling it down to free your breasts, and to find out you weren’t wearing a bra either. She chuckled lowly in your right ear as her hands grabbed your tits, gripping that pillowy fat and pinched at your nipples. You gasp and arch you back little more, pushing your breasts into her warm hands.

“Not wearing a bra either,” She nipped at your ear lobe. “My babygirl really wanted to get fucked today, huh.”

She nuzzles her face against your neck in a sweet soft moment, finally enjoying being alone after not having hardly any alone time this last mouth. Of course you two shared a room but you were both so tired after the long days, you could hardly stay awake long enough to say ‘I love you’. She finally decided to stop teasing you as you let out a quite whine.

“Okay my sweet little Pumpkin, I’ll take care of you. Been so good for me this last mouth, waiting so patiently.”

Abby leaned back and kneeled back down on the ground, placing kisses on the tender spots on your ass cheeks from were she slapped you. She looked at your sopping wet cunt that was just dripping sweet honey. She placed a kiss on your clit, before she finally licked a long stripe from your clit to your clenched hole— moaning out as she gathered up your salty slick onto her tongue, her taste buds buzzing.

You ground your hips back against her face making her growl out, “be a little more patient for me pumpkin,” she licked at your weeping hole, lemme get a taste. She growled.

Your eyes fell shut and your arms wobbled as you suddenly felt dizzy, you lean your cheek against the tree again and softly mewl out. She hums against your clit in acknowledgment, she knew she made you dizzy— as you told her before. And she did, she made you so fucking dizzy.

You jump when you suddenly feel that hot white burn in your lower abdomen, that sweet heat that signaled your blissful end was near. You tremble as Abby continued to suck on your clit, bouncing it on her tongue and humming around it as she moaned. She wrapped her arms tightly around your thighs, pulling you closer to her mouth as she made out with your pussy.

“Abs ‘m gonna cum,” you breath out. “gonna cum.”

You roll your hips up and down, grinding your dripping pussy across her mouth, she growls deeply and sticks her tongue out for your to ride. Her hands moved to your ass to help bounce you up and down.

“Fuck—mm, feels s’ good baby,” your praise her.

You felt your cunt throbs as she groaned out, sending the vibrations up your spine. Please—please you beg, please let me cum. You feel Abby nod her head and she hums again.

Your eyes roll back and as you mouth falls open into an ‘o’ shape, your legs trembling as you gasp for air, not a sound coming from your lips. Abby uses her hands to grip your ass and pull you back down when your pull away, as punishment she shakes your ass a little again to make your clit grind against her chin as she licks at your hole to overstimulate you.

You cry out as she did this and you pull away once more, clawing at the tree bark and breaking some off, making Abby pull away from your weeping pussy breathless as she hears the bark break. She quickly stands up and leans around you to grab your hands and unclench them from the tree, she was worried you might hurt yourself on accident and she did see a few little scraps on the tip of your fingers, but it was nothing to cry home about. She placed kisses on your fingers as you leaned back against her, your head laying on her shoulder and your eyes closed as you catch your breath. Your dress falling back down to cover your decency, and Abby pulled the top back over your tits.

Abby smiles and while still holding your hands she wraps her arms around you and makes your hug yourself with her. She lays her head on your head and places gentle kisses there, closing her eyes as she took in the quite moment in nature with you, letting you soak up that glorious afterglow with her.

Your legs trembled and you staggered a little which made Abby sit down in the ground with you, pulling you to sit on her lap so your pretty dress doesn’t get ruined. She leans back against the tree under the shade and cuddles you close to her chest, leaning down she places another kiss on your head and whisper sweet praises to you.

“Did so well for me babygirl, I love you so much.” And “My good girl, always does so good for me.”

You hum as you relax into her chest and lean your head on her shoulder again— suddenly you felt your tummy rumble, making you sigh. Abby giggles,”You hungry baby?” She reached for her backpack and you look up as she pulls out peanut butter cracks and two apples. Your favorite snacks. You sit up quickly and smile brightly at her and she holds a cracker to your lips. You take a bite with a cute small sound that made Abby’s heart melt. As she was feeding you she used her free hand to rub at your back, gently scratching her nails across the skin giving you goosebumps. Under the bright Seattle sun you both sat there feeding each other, finally enjoying your alone time together.

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ffixtionista · 5 months

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Convenient break

pairing: riki x fem!reader warnings: fluff, small kiss, quiet!riki, stressed!reader, mentions of periods, gramatical errors (pls forgive me T.T) context: you were stressed and had a bad day, and Riki made it better for you. NOT PROOFREAD

Stressed. You were stressed. You've been spending your time at school a lot more than before this week. Your grades were starting to fall, so you couldn't afford slacking anymore. It sucked, needing to study for practically everything, while others wouldn't even need to try.

Though today, it couldn't get any worse. You forgot your wallet and only realized when you arrived at school. You unexpectedly got your period during second hour of school, and had to ask a few female classmates for pads. So, you've been in pain ever since. Thinking it couldn't get any worse, you hadn't eaten since lunch break, and it was now 7pm. You were totally k.o'd.

The school closes at 9, and you were on cleaning duty today. Your classmates had already done their part and left for their after-school clubs already. As you were thinking of your bad day, you felt your cellphone vibrate on your desk.

You smiled, seeing it was your infamous boyfriend, calling for a facetime. You pressed to answer and grinned wider when you were met with a kind of sweaty Riki. "Hey love" He started, watching your tired face through the screen. "Hi" you answered. "Are you still at school, where do I meet you?" He asked, eager to see you again. "I'm still in our classroom, ki. I've been studying but I'm not really focusing like I need to" you told him, slightly pouting.

"Alright, I'm joining you upstairs in a second. I just finished basketball practice" He continued.

You just smiled at him and told him you'd be waiting.

A good minute passed and your classroom door slid open, revealing your lovely boyfriend. You smiled at each other and he went up to you, opening his arms for you to fall into. You got up and quickly hugged him by his neck, giving him the opportunity to slide his arms around your smaller waist. He was much taller than you, causing him to bend over towards your frail body. "Hm, I missed you" You told him, making him grin at the statement.

"I missed you too" He replied, hugging you a little tighter while he kissed your lower neck. He then let go a little bit of your waist, and so did you from his neck.

"You're on cleaning duty today, right? I'll do it" He said. You explained to him that your part was just to clean the desks and to wipe the chalkboard. He quickly got into it while you decided to pack your things up and continue studying at home.

When you both were done, you made sure to turn off the lights of the room before leaving the establishment, hand in hand. Your stomach was growling and you were in pain, front to back. Riki was quick to notice this and quickly took your bag from your shoulder. You just looked at him and he continued as if nothing had changed.

These were moments that you were thankful for. Though he didn't quite talk as much as others, he noticed things pretty quickly.

"How about we go to the convenience store? My treat" He spoke, watching your eyes go wide in excitement. He smiled when you nodded, as you both reached the place.

Entering the store, you both greeted the worker and got a small cart. You grabbed your favorite instant noodles cup and looked at your partner. "What, that's it? Get more" He told you, adding an instant teokbokki cup for you. He wanted to see your genuine smile, and he hadn't seen it a lot today. He thought food would cheer you up, so he didn't want this moment for waste of an opportunity.

You both got drinks and a pack of chips, and he added a kimbap roll. You didn't want to throw up tonight, so you told him it was enough and thanked him. As you both reached the counter, Riki grabbed his wallet and took out his card to pay. In one smooth swipe, the machine approved and you both got to heating your food.

After a few uses at the hot water dispensor and the microwave, you both were seated at a table. The food was finally prepared. You thanked the lord and Riki for your food and digged in.

You used the chopstick to get a good bite and finally had food in your mouth. You hummed in satisfation as you munched and kept eating. Watching you smile while eating was the cutest sight to Riki.

He looked at you with love eyes and was pleased at your reaction. You took notice of his stare and quickly got embarrassed. "What? Why are you staring at me that way.." you asked. "You want some?" You genuinely asked. His smile just grew and he pointed at his mouth. "Feed me".

You laughed a little at his request, but played along. It wasn't everyday the boy asked you to do such things for him. You took a piece of spicy rice cake and fed him with your chopsticks. He ate and the cycle repeated until you guys were done with the food.

"Thanks a lot for tonight, you really made everything so much better. I really love you" You told Riki as you both had just left the store. He smiled and just grabbed your waist, pulling you in for a kiss, in which you kissed him back. It was short but very sweet.

Pulling back, he leaned his forehead on yours, and whispered those 4 words that he'd only spoken to you. "I love you too".

Hope you enjoyed!!!!

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suddencolds · 3 months

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The Worst Timing | [3/?]

part 3 (6k words)!! you can read [part 1] here! (it gets worse before it gets better). this chapter is more character-centric (sorry again 🙇‍♀️). i wanted to post this before work eats me alive this week T.T

this is an OC fic - here is a list of everything I've written w these two!

Summary: Yves invites Vincent to a wedding, in France, where the rest of his family will be in attendance. It's a very important wedding, so he's definitely not going to let anything—much less the flu—ruin it. (ft. fake dating, an international trip, downplaying illness, sharing a hotel room)

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It’s fine, until it isn’t.

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Yves gets home, showers first (only after Vincent insists that he shower first), heads out into the living room, and shuts off the lights. The lights in the bedroom are still on, bleeding in from the doorframe.

His head hurts. Every part of him feels cold. He burrows deep into the covers on the pullout bed, rearranges himself until he finds a sufficiently comfortable position, and shuts his eyes.

Tomorrow, he’ll be away for most of the afternoon—with the wedding rehearsal, and then the rehearsal dinner with the rest of his family—and Vincent will grab dinner and drinks with some of Genevieve’s friends in the meantime. Yves will probably be home late. They won’t see each other for the entire day—at least, until he gets back from dinner some time in the late evening.

Everything for the wedding is ready. His suit jacket is ironed, his shoes polished; his speech has been written for weeks and rehearsed first alone, and then in front of Leon and Victoire, who’d told him how to make it funnier (Leon) and more concise (Victoire). Two days from today, Aimee and Genevieve will be married.

All he has to do, now, is just see it through.

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Yves wakes up coughing.

He feels distinctly wrong. His head is throbbing. His limbs feel strangely leaden, like they’re weighing him down, like it’d be a considerable inconvenience to move them—he isn’t sure if he’d be able to sit up properly.

He presses a hand to his forehead, in an attempt to gauge whether he’s running a fever. It’s no use—his hand is warm and clammy. He can’t tell.

Fuck. This is not good.

One wrong breath leaves him coughing, harshly enough that the coughs seem to reverberate through his frame. His throat burns. He reaches blindly through the dark in an attempt to find one of the waters he’d bought yesterday night, at the convenience store. Had he left a bottle on the nightstand? Or had he gotten rid of the one he’d drunk from last night? His breath hitches, so sharply that he has practically no hope of holding back.

“Hhehh’YISHh-CHHiew! hhHEHH’iIDTSSHh-iiEW!”

The sneezes tear through him with little warning, leaving him flushed and shivering. It’s not warm enough in the living room. He doesn’t know if it’s the air conditioning in the room, or the relative thinness of the blanket he’s under, or if perhaps the window is open just a crack, or if perhaps he just hasn’t been moving enough to get warm. He’s not sure he could pinpoint the cause if he tried.

The only thing that seems evident to him, now, is that he feels immediately, uncomfortably cold. He could get out of bed and look for something to wear—he hadn’t packed any thick jackets, because Provence in March isn’t especially cold, but even one of the dress jackets would be better than nothing, so long as it’s one of the ones which can withstand getting a little wrinkled.

But when he sits up—or, rather, when he attempts to sit up—he feels the world tilt, uncomfortably. He braces himself on the frame of the couch, propping himself up with one arm up on the armrest.

He definitely has a fever, even if there’s no way for him to verify that right now. Otherwise, it would be strange for him to feel so cold. Even now, only half-vertical, he finds himself shivering so hard he can barely move the blanket back up to sit comfortably around his shoulders.

One wrong breath sends a painful twinge down his throat, and he finds himself coughing, gripping the armrest tightly to keep himself upright. He should get out of bed. He should find water, put on a jacket, make an attempt to get back to sleep.

For now, all he can do is muffle the coughs as best he can into a cupped hand. His chest aches with every cough. Every breath he takes in feels like it only manages to irritate his lungs further.

Through the haze of his exhaustion, he thinks he hears footsteps. The knowledge that he’s keeping Vincent up is the last thing he needs, right now.

Through the crack under the doorframe, he can see the line of light from the hallway, which is lit even at night. Maybe if he’s going to be up anyways, he should spend the night out in the hallway—at the very least, he’ll be a little quieter out there.

Someone presses a bottle of water into his hands.

“Drink,” Vincent says. “It’s uncapped.”

Yves brings the water to his lips and takes a short, tentative sip, and then another. His throat is sorer than it had been yesterday—the water burns against the back of his throat as he swallows.

Vincent steps past him, past the edge of the couch, to do—something. Yves doesn’t know what. He hears a click, and the lamp on the cabinet by the sofa flickers on, floods the living room with dim yellow light. Vincent regards him carefully, his expression unreadable.

“Sorry,” Yves says. The next breath he takes in exacerbates the tickle at the back of his throat, and he twists away, muffling cough after cough into a tightly cupped hand. “I didn’t mbean to wake you.”

Vincent’s eyebrows furrow. He looks… upset, somehow, though the light is dim enough that his expression is hard to make out. Yves tries to think of what else he should say, but his head feels heavy.

He tries to re-cap the bottle of water, though his hands are shaky enough to make it a little difficult. Vincent takes the bottle from him and screws the cap tight in one fluid motion. Yves tries and fails to think of something to joke about.

Vincent presses a hand to his forehead. His hand is comfortingly warm, and a little calloused. It’s strange, how good it feels to be touched—he knows and knows well that it means nothing, but the gentle press of Vincent’s fingers to his skin—when he’s spent the past few days trying to keep his distance from everyone—is strangely comforting. Yves leans into the contact, despite all logic.

Vincent pulls away, too soon. “You’re—”

“Warm?” Yves finishes for him.

“Feverish,” Vincent clarifies, with a frown. “Did you already know that?”

“I had a hunch,” Yves answers, honestly.

Vincent just stares at him, for a moment, frustration evident in the set of his jaw. Yves repositions the blankets over his shoulders, a little self-conscious. “It’s fide. I’ll take something for it,” Yves says. “You should go back to sleep.”

“We slept early,” Vincent says. “I’m not tired.”

“What time is it?”

Vincent glances at his watch. “5:34.”

“That’s still early enough that you should be asleep.” Yves sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. His head hurts, and there’s a prickle in his nose again. “Sorry. I can be quieter.”

His breath hitches. In a frantic attempt to keep his promise, he lifts the blanket to his face and stifles—or, rather, attempts to stifle—the sneeze into the fabric.

“hh—! hhEHH’NGKTSHCH-iiew!”

It’s still not very quiet, despite his best efforts, and the attempt to stifle leaves him coughing a little. It’s a good thing they’re not sharing a bed, he thinks. He hasn’t exactly been careful about keeping this illness to himself.

“Bless you,” Vincent says, rising to his feet. He ducks into the bedroom, only to be back a moment later with a box of tissues, which he tucks into the crook between the pullout bed and the sofa armrests, conveniently in reach. “Was it like this last night?”

“What?”

“Were you unable to sleep last night?”

It’s not an accusation, but Yves freezes at the question, nonetheless. For a moment, he worries—that Vincent knows precisely how little sleep he’s gotten since they landed in France. That Vincent was awake last night—or worse, that Yves was the one who kept him up—which is why he’s asking this question now.

But if he knew, wouldn’t he have said something about it yesterday?

“I slept fine,” Yves says.

There’s a cold breeze coming in from somewhere—from the hallway, or from one of the air conditioning vents, he can’t say. Yves tries his best to suppress a shiver. He can tell, by the change to Vincent’s expression—the way Vincent’s eyes linger on him a little too long—that he doesn’t do it well enough.

“You should really have taken the bed,” Vincent says, with a sigh. “It’s warmer.”

“It’s warm here too,” Yves says. There probably wouldn’t even be a problem if he weren’t feverish—it’s just the relative temperature difference that’s making him shiver. “Are you goidg to stop interrogating me ndow?”

“If you stop giving me reasons to be worried,” Vincent says plainly, “Then I will.”

Yves sighs. He’s cold, and exhausted, and he wants this argument to be over. He doesn’t want to have to justify all of this to Vincent, who should be enjoying this vacation instead of worrying about Yves and whatever cold-slash-flu he’s managed to pick up this time. “This is not the first time I’ve been under the weather,” he says. “I—” he veers away to face the opposite direction from Vincent, pulls the blanket up to cover his face. “hHeh-!-hHEHh‘nGKTTSHH-iiIEw!”

“Bless you.”

“—I kdow what I’m doing, snf. I don't even feel that—hh… hHheh'iiDDZZCHH-iIIEW!” The sneeze comes on too quickly for him to stifle. “—that udwell,” he finishes, sniffling, though that’s not entirely truthful. He lifts an elbow to muffle a few coughs into it, blinking through the tears that are surfacing, irritatingly, in his vision.

“So you’ve said,” Vincent says.

“Yes,” Yves says. “You can trust me on this.”

Vincent looks at him for a moment. For a moment, Yves waits for him to refute this, waits for him to point out just how unprepared he is, just how little of a plan he has aside from sticking this out until he has the chance to crash and burn.

“What do you need?” he says, instead.

Yves blinks at him. It’s not the question he expects Vincent to ask.

“Nothidg,” he says, honestly. “Seriously. It’s just a cold. I’ll take somethidg for it when I wake up.”

“Cold medicine?” To Yves’s nod, Vincent says, “I can get it for you, if you want.”

“No need. I’ll probably just — hhEhh-! HhEHh’IITShh-iiEW! Ugh… I’ll pick somethidg up from the codvenience store on the way to breakfast.”

Vincent turns aside to muffle a yawn into a cupped hand. Yves is unpleasantly reminded that he’s probably the sole reason why Vincent is awake right now.

“You should sleep, seriously,” Yves says, insistent. “Maybe you’ll be able to squeeze in a few more hours of sleep before sunrise. I’ll be okay.”

Vincent blinks at him. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay,” Vincent says, softly.

Then he stands, sets the bottle of water on the cabinet by the sofa, switches off the lamp, and heads back into the bedroom. Yves listens as his footsteps recede. His sinuses are starting to feel like they’re slightly waterlogged, and the pressure from behind his eyelids is back, throbbing.

The tickle in his nose heightens, momentarily, and he finds himself muffling another set of sneezes into the bedsheets. He desperately hopes it’s quiet enough to not be disruptive. It’s hard to be fully quiet when whatever he has leaves him sneezing so forcefully, but he’s determined to try.

The coughing fit that follows leaves his throat feeling like it’s been nearly scraped raw. He clears his throat quietly, though that hurts, too. He takes another small sip of the water, though it goes down his throat with such difficulty he finds himself coughing again.

Two more days. He just has to make it through. He’ll grab a pack of cold and flu medication from the convenience store downstairs—the kind that’s supposed to smother all the symptoms—and then he’ll be good as new, he’s sure.

Yves shuts his eyes, turns to the side, and tries his best to get comfortable. He’ll be less disruptive if he’s asleep. It’s just getting there that’s the problem. He’s exhausted—that fact only seems to become more evident the longer he stays awake—but every time he finds himself drifting off, he’s jolted awake by another untimely sneeze which wrenches him back into consciousness.

In college, whenever he was up unreasonably late for some reason, Erika used to tell him to Stop worrying, Yves, I can hear you overthinking from the other side of the room. Ask anyone else and they’d say that Yves has his life reasonably put together—being the eldest of three does that to you. He’d spent his formative years growing up trying to be the sort of person Leon and Victoire could lean on—the kind of person impervious to the sorts of stressful situations he’d gotten regularly thrown into—and for the most part, it’d worked.

He’d learned, early on, that it is not really that difficult to keep things from people. He likes to think of himself as reliable, even if that means that whenever something does come up—something that feels frustrating and insurmountable—it doesn’t really hurt any less when he goes through it privately.

Erika had always been good at seeing through his bullshit. It was one of the things he liked about her—that he could lean on her if he needed to, without worrying that it’d take its toll on her. That she’d take a look at his problems, which always felt so all-consuming in the moment, and make them seem simple and solvable and almost trivial.

It’s hard not to miss her, now, when he’s alone in the dark, devoid of any and all distractions. Or maybe it wasn’t her. Maybe it was just having someone he didn’t have to hide from.

Yves wonders, faintly, what Vincent would’ve said if he were more honest with him. He and Vincent aren’t actually dating, but he thinks maybe Vincent would understand. He thinks that they’ve been getting along well, as of late—he might even consider them friends.

But then again, hasn’t Vincent agreed to do all of this—lying to Yves’s friends and family, falsifying their relationship, letting Yves drag him from one celebration to the next—because it’s easy? Because he is willing to tolerate going to a party, or a housewarming, or a wedding, where there are no strings attached, when after the night is over he can drop the act cleanly?

It’s a lie that they’re telling, but it’s a self contained one. The moment they step foot out of whatever event they’re attending, there’s nothing left to pretend. Yves can go back to living his own life, and Vincent can go back to living his. Would Vincent really have agreed to do any of this if that weren’t the case?

It’s going to be fine, Erika would have said. Just breathe. She’s not around to tell him this, now, but he still tries.

The medicine will be enough to get him through today, and the day after. It has to be.

—

When Yves falls asleep, it’s the kind of restless sleep that sits somewhere in between unconsciousness and wakefulness. He dreams in fragments of scenes—him at Aimee and Genevieve’s wedding, the details hazy and illogical and unusually bright, the weddings he’d been to in the past all superimposed into one.

When he wakes up to the sound of his alarm, it’s to a pounding headache and what he’s certain must be a fever. He can’t seem to stop shivering. It’s already bright out—the curtains in the bedroom are pulled shut, but light streams in from the sliver of space between them.

He feels too cold and somehow entirely devoid of energy, though he doesn’t remember doing anything particularly tiring. Sitting up makes the throbbing pain in his head sharpen, so painfully that he has to grip the side of the couch to steady himself, blinking against the dizziness. If Aimee saw him right now, he thinks, she’d send him straight home—he’s in no state to attend a wedding, and he’s not sure if he’s in any state to pretend that’s not the case.

He breath hitches. He raises an arm to shield his face, habitually, even though there’s no one here to witness—

“hhEhh-’iZZSSHH’Iew!” The singular sneeze is, unfortunately, far from relieving. The tickle in his nose is irritatingly persistent, even when he reaches up to rub his nose, which is starting to run. “Hh-! hhEH-!! HEHh-’IDDZSCHh-yYew! hHEHH’iDDSCHh-iEWW!hhEhH-! H‘IIDzZCH-YIIIEEew! Ugh…” The sneezes scrape unpleasant against his already-sore throat, leaving him hunched over as he muffles cough after cough into his arm.

There’s a small packet of cold medicine on his bedside, along with an uncapped bottle of water, and Vincent is nowhere to be found. The medication is a relief. It’s strangely thoughtful—a part of him is a little worried that Vincent’s only gotten this for him out of a sense of obligation—but he’s grateful for it, nonetheless.

It’s exactly what he needs. Surely if he takes something for this, his symptoms will be, at the very least, tolerable enough for him to function as usual.

He picks up the packet, squints down at the instructions. The text is inconveniently small, and he’s always been better at speaking French than he is at reading it, but he gets it eventually. It’s supposed to last six hours. If he times this right, he can take a dose that will last him until the end of the rehearsal dinner tonight, and then—if he’s not feeling better by tomorrow—take another before the wedding starts.

It will be fine. He uncaps the bottle by the cabinet, downs two pills, squeezes his eyes shut, and sits there for a minute, forces himself to breathe, waits for the uncomfortable pressure in his temples to subside.

Then he shoots off a quick text—

Y: thanks for the cold meds :)

Y: sorry i essentially left you with some strangers (again)

Y: this seems to be a theme for me huh

Vincent texts him back just a few minutes later:

V: No problem. I hope you feel better soon

V: Leon and Victoire invited me out for lunch

Yves blinks. That’s a little surprising. But come to think about it, Vincent’s plans with Genevieve’s friends aren’t until dinner time, so it makes sense that he’s out doing something else.

His second thought is: he is definitely in for an earful from both Leon and Victoire.

Y: jealous! have fun!

His phone buzzes not long later with Vincent’s response.

V: I considered waking you, but I figured you could use the sleep

V: Do you want me to bring anything back?

Sure enough, when he checks his unread texts, Leon has texted him, are u alive????? And then, a few minutes later, ur sick? dude worst fucking timing ever 😦, to which Yves types back, thanks for your glowing reassurance

Victoire has sent him, vincent told me you’re sick :((( and, feel better soon (preferably before 3pm tomorrow!!), to which Yves says, thanks, fwding this to my body. hope it gets the message ✌️

Then he sends back to Vincent:

Y: i’m good, but thanks for asking! enjoy lunch

Vincent doesn’t say anything, to that, which means that he’s probably busy. Yves makes a note to thank him in person later. And again, much later—when all of this is over.

He just has to get the next day and a half to go according to plan.

—

The wedding rehearsal is mercifully uneventful. They walk twice through the processional, and then twice through the recessional. Yves picks a seat near one of the back rows, shivers through thirty minutes of run throughs, and tries to cough as discreetly as he can. He stifles every sneeze into a vague approximation of silence—he’s never been good at stifling—and does his best to ignore the mounting congestion in his sinuses, the persistent ache behind his temples.

It's easy enough to ignore all of those things in his excitement. He’s happy to be back—here, in France, surrounded by his whole extended family A part of this still feels unreal to him. He’s really here, in a place that feels familiar and simultaneously so novel, to watch someone who’s influenced him so fundamentally get married.

They’re all dressed for the spring weather. For the wedding rehearsal, Yves picked out a gray blazer over a dress shirt, chinos, and dress shoes. It’s not quite as formal as what he’s planning to wear tomorrow—the shoes are the only item he’s planning to rewear—but he finds himself distinctly grateful for the blazer jacket when the wind threads through the trees, knocking his tie slightly out of alignment.

It’s not unusually cold out—this would probably be considered temperate weather here, in March—but the wind is cold enough to offset the otherwise agreeable temperature.

The cold medicine helps, too—it keeps him feeling well enough to stay upright, which is already an accomplishment. He’s congested—his sinuses hurt a little, like everything’s a little waterlogged—but at least he isn’t sneezing as much as he was last night. His head still feels heavy, but the pain is a little duller, a little more muted; he’s tired, but he thinks right now he could stay awake on pure adrenaline alone.

“Dude, you sound awful,” Leon says, after the rehearsal ends.

“Thadks,” Yves says, muffling a fit of coughs into his elbow. “You always kdow just how to flatter me.”

Leon looks him over with a frown. “Are you sure you’re good for tomorrow?”

Yves doesn’t know. “Let’s hope so,” he says. “I don’t have any contingedcy plans for if I’m not.”

“I’m sure Aimee would understand if you told her.”

“I’m sure she would.” Yves looks over to where Aimee’s standing—she’s in the middle of a conversation with Yves’s parents and some of the adults on Genevieve’s side of the family. He’s too far to make out what she’s talking about, but she looks happy—she’s gesturing animatedly, her eyes bright. Every so often, he sees her flash a smile at Genevieve, as if to make sure Genevieve is following along.

Leon seems to understand that Yves has no intention of telling either of them, because he sighs. Yves changes the subject before he can say anything. “How was ludch with Vincent?”

“I like him,” Leon says, brightening at the question. “He’s surprisingly pretty funny. I hope you guys stay together.”

“Just because he’s funny?”

“That certainly doesn’t hurt,” Leon says, grinning. “But you work with him, right? If he’s a nice person while he’s looking at like, tax forms, or whatever, he’s probably a great person when he’s doing anything else.”

“Yves! Leon!” someone waves them over. When Yves turns, he sees it’s Roy, one of his younger cousins from his dad’s side of the family. “Pictures!”

“Coming,” Leon shouts back.

Yves has no idea why there are pictures happening today when the wedding is tomorrow, but he fixes his tie hastily and heads over to join them both.

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When dinner rolls around, Yves finds he has no appetite, but he eats what he can and spends the rest of the time making conversation with some of his aunts and uncles. He’s always found this kind of small talk to be more enjoyable than it is tedious. They ask about his job, about his workload, about life in the states, about his parents, about Vincent—all things that he knows intimately, and has no problem speaking on. He thinks that speaking in French makes him a little more deliberate with his answers, partially because he has to spend some time formulating the sentences when they get more complicated, and he likes that, too. It has all the camaraderie of a family gathering—warm and crowded, welcoming, a little chaotic.

He finds Genevieve after dinner, sitting out on the steps.

“Hey,” he says, in French. She looks up, and he motions to the steps beside her. “Do you want some time alone before you get swamped with codgratulations tomorrow, or can I crash your alone time early?”

She smiles up at him. “You can sit here,” she says.

He takes a seat on the steps—a few feet away from her, because he doesn’t want to risk passing whatever he has onto her. He doesn’t know Genevieve very well. He knows her best through Aimee—through the stories Aimee has told about her, through the way Aimee’s entire disposition seems to change around her—but he’s exchanged very few words with her outside of that, all over the summer during their yearly family reunions in France. His extended family is large enough and the family reunions hectic enough that he can probably count the number of conversations he’s had with her in person on one hand.

“So,” he says. “How are you feelidg before the big day?”

“Do you want the good answer, or the honest answer?”

“The honest one,” Yves says. “hit me with it.”

For a moment, Genevieve doesn’t say anything. Yves zips his jacket up a little higher, just to have something to do. Genevieve pulls her legs in towards her chest.

“I’m terrified,” she says.

“You think somethidg might go wrong?” Yves asks, surprised. “You guys have planned this all out so thoroughly.”

“It’s not that,” she says. “It’s more like—this is probably going to be one of the most important things I’ve ever done,” she says. “You know, when something is really important to you, so it’s just that much more crucial that you don’t mess it up?”

“You’re the bride,” Yves says, clearing his throat. “I don’t think you can mess up. Unless you like, hheh-! hHheh… HEH’IIDZschH-YIEEW! snf-! Unless you get cold feet and say no when you’re supposed to be saying your vows. I wod’t forgive you if you do that, by the way.”

She laughs. “God, no. I’d never do that. It’s just—there’s all this perceived… I don’t know. Like, fragility around the moment. Like you’re just waiting for the moment to crystallize, and once it sets, it will be like that forever, so you have to make sure that it crystallizes right.”

“I’m guessing you’re ndot a fan of, like, pottery,” Yves says. He tries thinking about what other kinds of art carry the same lack of tolerance for backwards revision. “Or sculpting.”

“I haven’t tried either of those things,” she says. “Though I would probably be bad at them.”

Yves looks off into the distance, towards the countryside, the rows of verdant green hills which unfurl before them, the white cobblestone paths, the houses lining the winding roads all the way to the horizon.

“I think you don’t have to be so concerned about what it’s supposed to be,” he says. “You can give yourself permission to just—live it. Enjoy it, free of expectations. Who cares what you think about it after, right,” he says. “You’ll have a ring on your left hand. That’s good enough to offset any—well, awkwardness, or clumsiness, or anything, because as the bride, you are sort of incapable of doing anything wrong, by default.”

“I guess,” Genevieve says.

“It’d be a disservice to Aimee if you spent the wedding worrying about how to get things right idstead of like, just living,” Yves says, turning to face her. “What’s the worst that could happen? Like, you spill your drink during the wedding toast, or your mascara smears a little, or you trip on your wedding gown and you have to be helped up by the woman you love most? I think that almost makes it more romantic,” he says. “Because however the moment crystallizes, it’ll be you.”

“Did you learn all of this through pottery and sculpting?” Genevieve asks, wiping at her eyes. She looks a little better than before—she’s sitting up straighter, and the tension in her shoulders is less pronounced.

Yves grins at her. “I have a younger brother and a younger sister,” he says. He clears his throat again, though it doesn’t really do a good job at making his voice sound less hoarse. “It’s exactly as bad as you think it is. I have to be the one to talk them out of their stage fright like, all the time.”

Genevieve laughs. “It must be lively,” she says. “Your whole family is very accommodating.”

“They’re certaidly a handful,” Yves says, with a laugh that tapers off into a short cough. “I love them to death. And I’ll be happy to have you as part of them.”

She smiles at him. The evening light strikes the windblown strands of her hair gold. “Thanks for this.”

“Yeah,” he says. “No problem.”

They sit for awhile in silence. Yves crosses his arms in an attempt to conserve warmth and tries his best not to shiver too visibly.

“How did you kdow it was her?” he asks—a sudden, impulsive question.

As soon as he says it, he feels the urge to take it back. Genevieve is already stressed out enough about the wedding without him asking her difficult, abstract questions the day before the ceremony. He opens his mouth to apologize.

“There was never any doubt,” she says.

When he looks over at her, her expression looks a little wistful.

“Like, one day I woke up and I realized that whatever future I imagined for myself—in Marseille, or elsewhere; as a copywriter, or a journalist, or a director, or something entirely different—she would always be there.” Yves understands that—back when he’d been dating Erika, he’d felt like that too. That she was going to be the last person he’d ever date. That there was no conceivable future for him that didn’t involve her.

“Those kinds of revelations would come at the most insignificant of times,” Genevieve says. “I’d look over her halfway through morning coffee, or I’d watch her pick groceries from the aisle, or I’d watch her fiddle with the radio as she drove, and then it would strike me.”

“That you wanted to be with her?”

“That I was happy.” Genevieve tilts her head back to face the setting sun. “I’m really happy. It sounds like such a simple thing, and it is, but even a few years ago I’m not sure if I could’ve told you that that was true. And I think that finding someone who makes you feel that way—like they’d guard your happiness under any circumstance—is really something special.”

“You were the one who proposed to her,” he says. He remembers Aimee texting him about it, the night after it’d happened, remembers how he’d excused himself from dinner somewhere or other, ducked out of the room to get on call with her. She’d sobbed recounting it, the engagement ring on her finger.

“I was,” Genevieve says. She smiles. “I knew that if I gave up this chance I’d be kicking myself for it for the rest of my life.”

—

When he gets back from dinner at last, it’s late.

The cold/flu medicine he took from earlier is starting to wear off. His whole body aches—spending the evening outside in the cold probably didn’t help with that—and even in the relative warmth of the hotel room, he finds that he can’t stop himself from shivering.

He takes a hot shower, which feels pleasantly indulgent in the moment, but not long after he shuts off the water, he finds himself shivering again. The absence of the hot water makes him a little dizzy—he finds himself gripping the tiled wall, pausing for a moment behind the shower curtain to catch his balance.

His head really hurts. It’s the kind of sharp, throbbing pain that makes him all too aware of his heartbeat. He gets changed, towels his hair dry, and steps out of the bathroom.

Vincent is sitting on the bed, reading something. He must’ve gotten back at some point while Yves was showering. At the sound of the door, he puts the book down and looks up.

“How was the wedding rehearsal?” he asks.

“Great,” Yves says. He clears his throat, but clearing his throat irritates his throat enough that he has to muffle a few coughs into his elbow. “How was dinner with Genevieve’s friends?”

“They were very nice,” Vincent says.

“Ndicer than my friends in New York?”

“I felt less like I was being evaluated,” Vincent says, with a smile. “But if they were to express their disapproval of me in French, I would be none the wiser.”

Yves laughs. “I’mb sure that even if you learned the ladguage in full, you wouldn’t hear any disapproval from them.” He takes a seat on the couch, if only because he can’t quite trust his legs to keep him upright for the entire course of the conversation. “What did you guys talk about?”

“Lots of things. Life in France,” he says. “Life in the states. Individual freedom and the formal institution of marriage.”

“Do you believe in mbarriage?”

Vincent looks at him. “I think I believe in it just as much as everyone else does,” he says. Then, after a moment: “It worked out for my parents.”

“The busidess competition proved to be a good edough reason?”

Vincent traces a finger down the spine of the book, over the gold lettering. His shoulders settle. “They weren’t in love when they got married,” he says. Hearing him state it so plainly comes as a surprise to Yves. “Strictly speaking, I’m not sure if they ever were in love. But I think they came to love each other eventually.”

“What about you?” Yves asks. “Do you think you’ll fall in love someday?”

“Is that really something I’d choose?” Vincent says. “It either happens or it doesn’t.”

“Sure, but there are plenty of ways you can seek out love actively.”

“If I found something worth pursuing, I’d go after it,” Vincent says.

Yves laughs. “That’s very like you.” he wonders what kind of person Vincent might be drawn to enough to see as worth pursuing. Wonders if, after all of this is over, he’ll even be in Vincent’s life for long enough to know.

His head hurts. The slight prickle of irritation in his sinuses is already tiringly familiar.

“hHEh… HeHh’IIDZSCH-yyiEW!” The sneeze snaps him forward at the waist, messy and spraying. He reaches for the tissue box Vincent left him this morning, still nestled into the crook of the couch, and grabs a generous handful of tissues. “Hh… hehh-HEh-HhehHh’IIzSSCH-iEEw! Hh…. HEHh’DJSCCHh-IEew!”

The sneezes leave him coughing, afterwards. His throat feels raw and tender—he raises the tissues back up to his face to blow his nose.

“You sound worse than you did last night,” Vincent says, with a frown.

Yves opens his mouth to speak, but he finds himself coughing again. He can feel Vincent’s eyes on him. It’s embarrassing, he thinks, to be seen when he’s like this by someone who’s usually so well put together. “I’b a little prone to losidg my voice when I’m sick,” he admits. “It’s pretty incodvedient.”

“I’m probably not making it any better by talking to you,” Vincent says. That might be true—Yves is half sure that any time he does lose his voice, it’s because he typically makes no effort to converse any less than usual—but Yves likes talking to Vincent. Besides, they haven’t talked all day.

He opens his mouth to say as much, but then Vincent asks: “How are you feeling?”

“Good as new,” Yves says. When Vincent raises an eyebrow, at that, he amends: “Good enough for tomorrow, at least. The ceremony doesn’t start until three, but I’ll probably be up earlier to see if there’s anything else Aimee and Genevieve ndeed help with.”

Vincent’s eyebrows furrow. “If anything comes up, I can help.”

“It’s fine,” Yves says. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“You don’t have to ask. I’m offering.”

“I can handle it on my own. Even if it doesn’t seem like it, I— hHHEh’IDJZSCHh-yyEW! snf-! I’mb really fine. I swear.”

“Yves—”

“I’ve done this before,” he insists, which is true, too—he’s certainly been through worse. It would be wrong to put himself first, to take things easy when he might be needed still. “It doesn’t have to be your problem.”

For a moment, there’s something there, to Vincent’s expression—a flash of something that looks suspiciously close to hurt. Then it’s gone. When he blinks, Vincent’s expression is carefully neutral, as usual. He wonders if he’d imagined it.

“Okay,” he says. He sets the book gingerly on the bedside counter, and pulls the cord on the lamp. Darkness engulfs the bedroom. “You should sleep soon, if you’re able to.” A pause. The rustling of sheets. “Goodnight.” Yves wants to say something. He has a feeling that he’s messed things up, somehow, though he’s not entirely sure how.

But what can he say? He just—he just wants, desperately, for all of this to be okay. He wants the wedding to go just as planned, wants to be as present and as reliable as Aimee deserves for him to be. All of that responsibility falls on him and him alone, doesn’t it?

“Goodnight,” Yves says, instead.

[ Part 4 ]

#sneeze fic #snz fic #sneeze kink #snz kink #snzfic #this chapter turned out to be kind of personal to me in some ways?#i am so sorry if it feels uneventful 😭#i have done so much googling on so many things that did not make it in (and a few that made it in only peripherally)#work is killing me and i am stressed out of my mind so i am posting this before i get swept away and am unable to edit for a week #next chapter will be the wedding for real!#and i will be mean for real when i get to writing it 🙇‍♀️#yvverse #my fic #thank you to anyone who has left nice tags/comments on previous parts :') it's hard to express the full extent of my gratitude but #thank you for making my life a little happier

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sun-roach · 9 months

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tag game: (star wars)

thxuuu for tagging me @captainrexshusband & @thestarwarslesbian 🧡

1.ride or die ship (your otp): codywan

2. most annoying ship: reylo

3. second favourite ship: errr hmm Fox x caf

4. favourite platonic relationship: Rex and Ahsoka

5. underrated ship: obirex <- agreed

6. overrated ship: Imao reylo <- also agreed

7. one thing i would change in canon: nothing, because i like the pain and fix it fics

8. something canon did right: how they showed order 66 in the s7 finale. <- yessss T.T

9. a thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom

PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: i guess the few lil fox fics and incorrect quotes I posted

10. a character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): I want to say Fox but his personality is fanon canon and not canon canon so hmm I guess I will go with Rex here. There is nothing I would want to change about him. He is a kyutie

11. the character i relate to the most and why: Fox, but instead of caf i am an energy drink junkie, done with everyones bs, want only some peace and look at the stars, would bite ppl who hurt my friends/family, 24/7 tired af

12. character(-s i hate the most and why: palpatine. for fucking everyone over and breathing. <- that

13. something i've learned from the fandom: that people are so small minded that have to hate on everything they don't even need an opinion on. <- kinda true, kinda true

14. three tags i seek out on a03: i don’t look for any tags lol

15. a song i strongly associate with my otp/ favourite character: in the end - tommee profitt for Fox

NPTs: @dukeoftheblackstar @vodika-vibes @commander-sunshine @star-burned @metalatl @techs-stitches @kimiheartblade @orange-twilek-guy @obligatorytropeinsert @insertmeaningfulusername & many more

#star wars #about ness

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cinwmoon · 2 years

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|| The Earring

· Eddie Munson x y/n (fem!reader) · Portuguese version here · requested? no · summary: y/n loses her earring in Eddie's trailer, he finds the object and gives to her in a very…unusual way · warnings: sex innuendo [?] (16+, don't read if you're young), use of pet-names, fluff and funny? Idk · n/a: first imagine of Eddie and I'm SCREAMING aaanddd english is not my first language so I apologize if this gets really bad (I'M SO SORRYYYYY T.T) let me know what you all think about this imagine, guys ;)

y/n was kneeling on the ground, looking for the earring she had lost the night before and was already starting to get irritated about it.How could an earring, colored like that, just disappear out of nowhere in just a few hours?

"Love?" Eddie called as he walked further into the trailer, trying to find his girlfriend so that they could finally leave and go to school.

"Right here, babe! Cultivating the back pain I'll have when I'm old. " y/n said crawling across the floor, almost lying down, trying to find the earring in the darkest and tightest places in Eddie's room.

The boy tilted his head a little, trying to suppress a smile that started to open on his face as he watched his girlfriend's hips aloft as she was leaning on the floor on her knees looking for something.Eddie knew instantly what it was, grabbing the object from his pants pocket and leaving it clutched in his hand with long, ring-filled fingers.

As y/n let out frustrated efforts, Eddie approached the girl and knelt behind her, pushing his own body against y/n's back who stopped what he was doing to look at Eddie, having his eyebrows drawn together.The boy settled on his girlfriend's back having his left hand resting on the floor so that his weight was not put completely on y/n, making her feel his warmth even through the clothes they wore.

The situation there was starting to heat up even more and before Eddie had any more ideas that would leave them stuck in the trailer for a good few hours having their sweaty, clinging, panting bodies, y/n decided to intervene before they were late for school.

" What are you doing?" y/n asked, turning slightly towards Eddie, who gave her a smirk.

" Nothing, love, just helping you look for your earring. " Eddie replied innocently.Falsely innocent, I mean.This made y/n shake her head negatively, feeling the whole structure of her boyfriend's body on her thinking it was nice to stay there in this way...and it was nice when they did the "devil dance" doggy style.Feeling Eddie pulling her hair tightly as he pushed his own hips against hers made her as hot as hell fire.

" How do you know I'm looking for my earring, smart-ass? " Y/n asked, still having her eyes on her boyfriend, who pretended not to understand her.

"Look, it looks like I found it. " Eddie said opening his hand that held the earring, attracting the attention of y/n who looked at him with one of his eyebrows raised.

"Really?" Y/n asked in a slightly sarcastic tone, taking the earring from the boy's palm, feeling him get off of her but before y/n could get up she felt Eddie's hard slap on her butt, making her roll her eyes and laugh as she stood up watching her boyfriend leave the room.

As soon as the girl got close enough to her boyfriend, she returned the slap she got for a squeeze on the boy's ass, making him laugh.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie muson x s/n #stranger thing s4 #eddie munson imagine

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ehhh2000 · 3 months

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Minnie gets a grip of Mickey's hand, as another painful contraction hits her, and squeezes his hand so tightly, that Mickey yelps in pain himself x3 (this is all part of being a first-time-daddy, Mickey ^^)

Minnie Mouse gives one last, huge push, before she sees her beautiful angel enter the world.

Mickey feels Minnie's grip getting tighter and tighter, making him wince, but he feels in his heart that the tight, squeezing pain in his hand is next to nothing, compaired to the exhausting, draining, excruciating pain of childbirth, that Minnie is going through.

He dreaded the sound of his love screaming in sheer agony, as it was heartbreaking to watch Minnie in pain, but there was a glimmer of hope that Minnie shoukd be able to relax, once the baby mouse arrives into Minnie's arms.

Finallly, Minnie had given birth to a beautiful baby mouse.

They are both in shock as they hear the baby's cries for the first time

I am not good at drawing people screaming T.T but I tried.

(I will draw their baby mouse soon ^^ childbirth is a long process.)

#house of mouse #mickey and friends #mickey mouse #mickeyandminnie #minnie mouse #minnie #disney #pregnancy #pregnant #minniepregnant #mickey #mickey x minnie #pregnantbelly #childbirth #giving birth

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heretherebedork · 9 months

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Hi! I love your analysis all the time. I always look forward to your opinions and your tags. May I ask what you thought about Charn's reaction when Beer talked about going to his place? He kinda seemed like he'd do it in spite of not wanting it and it broke my heart T.T

Thank you!

So, for that, I think Charn was both counting on getting rescued (maybe not claimed but definitely knew that Tinn or Rose or Maya would have stopped him from leaving) but also that he treats almost all emotional and especially sexual connections as just something he does.

We saw when he first started flirting with Tin, none of it was deep and I'm sure he would have slept with him that same day without hesitation.

Charn's pain, trauma and loss have left him avoidant of real human connection but desperate for that same connection because it's what he lost and changed him forever. I'm sure he's had a lot of casual sexual encounters and another one wouldn't make a difference to him and he would never think how that Tinn would be bothered because it's for the case.

He might not want to have sex but if it gets him the real results he wants (riches, political safety, Tinn's safety, winning this landmark case) there is nothing he won't do. And we've seen that. Charn exemplifies the phrase 'the ends justify the means'.

It also helps to remember that his goal is not justice. His goal is to win. We saw that in the preview. He wants to win and that means it doesn't matter how he wins, it only matters that he gets the prize at the end and what leads to that doesn't matter. Not Tonkhao's death, not the lying, not the manipulation, nothing. He wants the results.

And he believes that those results will make Tinn as happy as they make him but that's at least partially because the pain and trauma and loss he experienced has left him no longer thinking about what he lost because facing what he lost (not just the people or the case but the concept of justice itself as a goal or a possibility) is too painful to contemplate.

Anyway.

Charn would absolutely have fucked Beer if he thought he had to get to what he needed but I also suspect he was fairly sure he'd be stopped by someone.

#asked and answered

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virtue-and-beneviolence · 2 years

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TokRev characters as songs about cheating

Cheaters Edition

note: take this as it is, some silly bullshit. suggestive ig lmao. Cheated version.

Follow Me;; You're feelin guilty and I'm well aware; But you don't look ashamed and baby I'm not scared

don't ask questions

he's got a girl, you got someone too

empty promises that he'll leave

has you wrapped around his finger

mikey, baji, RAN

It wasn’t me;; Honey came in and she caught me red-handed/Creeping with the girl next door

you had to see this coming with him

please

denial denial denial

genuinely must think you’re an idiot T.T

SHION, bonten!sanzu, izana

Lips of an angel;; Well, my girl's in the next room/Sometimes I wish she was you/I guess we never really moved on

thinks it’s innocent

never meant for it to get this far

regretful for everyone involved

but will probably dump his new girl and fuck you the same day, same hour

draken, MITSUYA, kakucho

Bedroom Warfare;; Out of nowhere you come back into my life/And I know in the morning we’ll be nothing more than each other’s enemy/Bedroom warfare in the middle of the night

this is not how you get over the mf that cheated on you !

get out of their bed!

but damn

such a good fuck you’ll go back to them sometimes

hanma, YUZUHA, kisaki

Careless Whisper;; There's no comfort in the truth/Pain is all you'll find/I'm never gonna dance again/Guilty feet have got no rhythm

knew what he was doing

did it anyway

has been justifying it w bullshit in his mind for weeks

still cant get rid of the guilt, rightfully so

TAKEMICHI, benkei, peh

Got my number;; If you need someone who can love you while he's gone/Baby, you got my number, got my number

two vibes: proud side piece or gen bf material tryna squeeze in between you and your partner

has your partners number, might use it (for reasons)

either takes you on really great dates based on your interests

or warms your bed on command (he might just need a place to stay)

HANMA, inui, RINDOU

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hardcore-lonewolf · 8 months

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🐈‍⬛BLACK CAT🐈‍⬛: A DC's T.T. (2003) & Y.J. (2010) X-Over Imagine

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PLOT: The Team finds out the biggest fears and most shocking truths ever kept from the Black Cat by accidentally reading her secret diary about how she feels about herself. This bad little kitty got some lucky charms and some diamond claws to sharpen out once she comes back from her mission in Tokyo, Japan. How will they react to her changes? Will they uncover her lies about her past? Can they win back her trust?

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MAIN CHARACTERS: Felicia Drusher | Evelina "Eva" Gwendolyn Nelson, Freddie Dinardo | Richard "Dickie" John Grayson, Kaldur'ahm | Jackson "Jack" David Hyde, Wallace "Wally" Rudolph West, Kon-El | Conner "Con" Jonathan Kent, M'gann M'orzz | Megan "Meg" Marie Morse, Xena | Ophelia "Helia" Shauni Trevor, and Artemis "Artie" Lian Crock.

Mentioned Characters: Phoebe Starr | Zatanna "Zee" Zorina Zatara, Raquel "Rocky" Sandra Ervin, Matthew "Matt" Noah Jordan, Lorenzo "Enzo" Kevin Carter, Cyberion Technis | Victor "Vic" Anthony Stone, Craig Wyld | Garfield "Gar" Mark Logan, Abigail Constantine | Rachel "Raven" Angela Roth, and Koriand'r | Korra "Kory" Scarlette Anderson.

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Catgirl was sitting in front of her godfather Batman and spoke to him in sign language. He was listening to her explanation of why she won't talk about her grandmother's powers, the Lucky Girl was half alien and was a magic user. The Dark Knight held his hand up, which made the young girl stop immediately and nodded with an understanding look.

Batman knew her mother and father so well. His friends were loyal and nice to him that they let him hold their daughter, who's sitting on a chair in front of him at a conference room. The billionaire playboy was the first person who saw the symptoms and kept a sharp eye on his godchild, because Catgirl was staying silent about her pain.

"Eva, it's not good for you to hide your powers away and contain them against your will. That inhibitor collar has to come off your neck or they'll be no missions for you anymore, you're hurting yourself and not trusting what you can do. They saw how you can use magic, but this is what made you special and unique like your mother. Let me see your left arm," the Lucky Girl was hesitant and complies, rolling her long sleeve to reveal that the transformation has begun due to negative feelings and emotions. "I do truly appreciate your decisions of getting therapy from Dinah, yet you're still hiding yourself from the Team and not letting them have their pain back Eva. Your mother and her family was excellent help to you...just trust me on this and stop doubting yourself. Your insecurities will haunt you for the rest of your life if you don't tell the Team why you haven't been doing missions with them since wearing the Mask of Destiny and Helmet of Fate...please for the sake of your loved ones. We'll always love you for how caring, kind, loyal, and supportive you've been with all of us...including me."

Catgirl hugs him after pulling her sleeve down and covering the proof. Batman pats her back as she begins silently crying and sobbing. The Dark Knight let her break down into tears and hide her face from the view of Justice League members, who were part of the meeting about the Lucky Girl.

Once the meeting was over, Batman held her hand in his and ruffles her hair. Catgirl smiles sadly up at her godfather and nods. He lets her go back to Mount Justice and hears her designation number being called out.

"Bruce, I know you're worried about her like I am, that's why she got us and the rest." The Dark Knight sighs and hugs his best friend Astro Woman. "We gotta hope for the best and pray nothing bad happens over in the mountain, especially when Wally tends to surprise her the most."

Catgirl walks through the Boom Tube with her bag on her back and tired eyes. Her platinum white wig was miraculously stuck in a high ponytail and her matte black lipstick wasn't stained around her soft lips. The Team heard their teammate walking and saw the Lucky Girl still exhausted from last mission, which almost cost her life.

"Hey Cat, how's your meeting at the Hall of Justice?" Catgirl grumbled softly underneath her breath and tiredly plops onto Wonder Girl, who caught the Lucky Girl on time.

"You want me to carry you to your room Kitty?" The Lucky Girl nodded quietly and clung onto the female demigod's front.

Wonder Girl carries her back into her bedroom and gently set the younger girl onto her bed. Catgirl hums in appreciation and purrs softly as the Amazon warrior pets her head, coaxing her to fall asleep hard. As soon as Wonder Girl heard soft snores and deep breathing from the Lucky Girl, she smiles and puts a blanket over the young girl.

The female demigod carefully left the room and closed the door. Wonder Girl heads back to the lounge, raising an eyebrow at her boyfriend Aqualad and shaking her head no with a deep frown. The Atlantean soldier understood that look and knew it meant there's something wrong with their youngest member.

Ever since the Team was formed...Catgirl was the first heroine to be part of it, she lived in the mountain and was always doing her work at her bedroom due to personal spacing. The Lucky Girl got used to the Boy of Steel and would be his support system whenever he's having problems with Superman, which shocked the Justice League cause the young mute girl rarely let people rather than them and Red Arrow be close to her. The rest of the original members in the Team will treat her like a baby and always adore Catgirl for being independent.

For example...the Team came back wounded and hurt, she sprung from her chair in front of the Super Computer and took them to med bay. Wonder Girl managed to heal herself and helped the Lucky Girl with treating their comrades, though an appreciative comment from the Boy Wonder threw Catgirl's brain off so quick that she went redder than a strawberry. The three teenage girls never stopped pinching her rosy cheeks since that incident, what got the Lucky Girl on her feet and running away into her hiding places from the trio will be the words "DRESS-UP", and all four boys will chuckle from how the mute girl showed fear for the first time.

"Is Cat okay?" Superboy asked the female demigod, worrying about the mute girl who became a baby sister to him.

"The League took her to an important conference meeting this morning, based on her reaction...they wore her out." Robin answered for the Boy of Steel.

"Roy did claim to me that Cat's been keeping a secret from us, he thinks she's the mole...but seriously? If she was the traitor, how come she'll always return back in the mountain stressed out and exhausted? That's the most dumbest thing I'd ever heard," the Amazon warrior explained to them.

"Unless...we could...you know," the teenage speedster suggested, earning raised eyebrows and confused looks until they realize what Kid Flash was trying to suggest.

"Baywatch, Cat will never forgive us if we do that. That's her private diary, it has her personal life in it." Artemis told him, smacking him upside his head.

"First off...Ow! Secondly, don't act like you wanna know what she writes in it." Robin nodded in agreement and the rest was hesitant, but they finally agreed to their plan. "Now who's getting it and the key?"

The Team said "NOT IT" at different times, Robin groans in defeat s the rest gave him pointed looks and the Boy Wonder does the deed. He slowly hacks into the room and slides the door open, seeing the Lucky Girl curled up asleep in a tiny ball. Robin smiles and quietly awes at his crush's cuteness.

'Alright Robin, it's just a book. My crush's book of secrets, it can't be that bad.' The Boy Wonder thought as he sneakily took her book case with the key and leaves the dark bedroom without being noticed. 'Cat must be dead asleep from that meeting with our mentors, poor little kitten must be tired from all those mission reports as well to stack that much stress on her body.'

Robin silently closes the door and resets the password to her grandma's name. Kid Flash immediately takes his best friend to the living room and they high-five with proud grins on their faces. The Team sat down on their chosen spots as Miss Martian takes the book and opens the case with the key.

"This is so wrong in so many levels guys," the female archer said while seeing the front cover has a picture of her with the Team on it. "She got us on the front and the back...let's hurry and agree not to do this anymore."

The female Martian takes the personal book out from the case and sets the diamond box down. Catgirl's private diary was themed with black words, gray covers, white paper, and silver lining. Miss Martian gulps nervously and passes the book to Wonder Girl, who gave her best friend a wide-eyed look of disbelief.

"M'gann," the female demigod said with an offended look. "How could you? I'm not dying in the hands of a twelve year old girl...here Rob, you read it."

The Boy Wonder pouts at Wonder Girl and opens the book. Robin begins reading it out loud to his comrades, blushing when he finds out Catgirl got a crush on him and saw many insecure thoughts she has about herself. Red Arrow was wrong about the Lucky Girl, but they were beginning to feel concern on the mute girl's issues and problems.

"Ever since the League found out what was happening to me within the Helmet of Fate, I've been contacting my grandfather Kent through Nabu with my grandma's help and assistance with the Mask of Destiny. All the stress, fear, and pain was causing negative reactions to my powers and humanity. My father fixed one of those problems...that golden collar on my neck, it was containing my alien side from losing control and it sorta helped me. After twelve years of it on my neck, it's not working and was making it worse. The Team are starting to see signs of it, I've lost my appetite with food last week, I couldn't get sleep since a few months ago, and becoming much sensitive with my emotions on a daily basis that Batman forced me into therapy sessions with Black Canary. I'm afraid of the rejection and betrayal the people I cared the most think of me. There's five stages of it, I went through four of them, the fifth one will be most painful one cause this will damage me inside out and turn me into a monstrous freak. I got many anxiety attacks and went into panic mode during the meeting. I'm not relieved from it, not because my grandmother injected me with my painkillers and antidepressants...I had almost hurt the League. I know they're scared of me...who won't? After all, I'm nothing but a burden and a monster. Nobody can change that, not even the Team...I should probably run away and never return to Earth after tomorrow night when everyone's asleep. They won't be hurt anymore...especially when I'm gone far away from my grandmother's home planet." Robin read, closing it and putting it inside the black box.

The Boy Wonder locked the box shut and hung the key back onto its hook behind the case. Robin got up from his spot and walks to his crush's room. The Team watches their youngest male teammate slowly opens the door and sees that Catgirl was still resting.

Kid Flash ushers Robin out of the room and freezes when the Lucky Girl moves in her sleep. The rest drags the two boys out from her room before letting Superboy close the door shut and hearing it lock itself automatically. The Team frowns sadly as they stared at Catgirl's bedroom door and felt guilty for how they assumed that she's the mole.

The next day inside the mountain, Catgirl wakes up and does her daily routine before taking her prescribed medication. The Lucky Girl rolls up her long sleeves and gasps silently when she sees it got worse than ever from the nightmarish thoughts echoing her head. The mute girl takes a deep breath and hides the proof from view.

"Kitty, are you up yet?" Wonder Girl asked the Lucky Girl.

The young child quickly grabs her baggy jacket and a pair of black sweatpants to conceal how her casual clothes she loves wearing the most have vanished. Catgirl puts on her wig and applied her makeup before putting on her shades. The Lucky Girl heads out of her room with her bag strapped on her back with her diary case hidden inside it and walks to the kitchen for some fruit.

Once she found a green apple, the Black Cat vigilante took a bite from it and passes her teammates with a greeting wave. Catgirl pets Wolf and rubs Sphere gently with a softened look while going outside to the beach. The Lucky Girl begins absorbing some solar energy and feeling it generate some pure cosmic mana for her to devour by consuming the life-force phoenix within her inner self.

Inside the mountain, Robin begun hacking into the cameras and managed to get full access to the beach's ones. The Team watched Catgirl meditate by herself on a large rock and levitating, which made them shocked cause they thought it was all something she wrote behind their backs. The Lucky Girl used her mana to grab a bottle of nectar and drank the liquid, humming in content while she takes pure magic energy from the Sun and use the life-force from the Moon to try fixing her issues.

"Everything in that book was true, she does have powers." Kid Flash said.

The seven heroes noticed something glowing from her left side, the Team gasps in disbelied when Catgirl rolls up her long sleeves to reveal that her right arm was scarred and her left arm was encased with some kind of cosmic ice mana. They continued seeing the Lucky Girl getting distressed and on high alert. The mute girl begun taking deep breaths and slowly tries to calm down.

"That was her secret," their leader told them after understanding why she wore long sleeves and anything baggy.

"Recognize: Catgirl; B-0-0."

The Team froze to hear their beloved comrade's designation number called out by the Super Computer and knew she's behind them now. Wonder Girl slowly turns and sees Catgirl, who was looking scared and was actually frightened. The rest followed and knew by her scared expression that the Lucky Girl was caught red-handed.

"Cat, it's not what it looks like. We're worried about you," the Lucky Girl immediately flinches when Superboy takes a step forward and tries not to lose her composure.

"What was that on your arm?" Catgirl shook her head no while backing away and panting with a horrified look on her face.

"We're not gonna hurt you Kitty, we wanna help you get through this...just trust us okay?" Wonder Girl told her, following the mute girl and walking closer to the young child's personal space.

'Get away Opal, stay away from me.' Catgirl thought while shaking like crazy and trying not to lose control of her powers. 'Stay away from me, stay away from me, stay away from me...'

The Team could see that Catgirl was sweating from the fear and discomfort while she cuffs her hands together to keep her powers in check. The Lucky Girl's inner self was trying their best with her host and attempting to comfort the mute girl from the tension. As soon as Wonder Girl got closer, their six comrades grew concerned and wait for the next move.

"I said...STAY...AWAY...FROM ME!!!" An energy wave of mana was shot through her hands and hit Wonder Girl hard along with their loved ones, who groaned in pain from the magic blast.

'I hurt them,' the Lucky Girl thought with fear and guilt. 'I really am a monster...'

Robin watches Catgirl rushes into the Boom Tube through blurry eyes, hearing her call number and passing out with his six best friends. The Lucky Girl made it to her stop at the nearest subway station and luckily got herself a ticket. She sat down on the bench and wait for her subway train to come.

"Excuse me miss," the Lucky Girl turned to see some little kids and gave them a wave. "Do you got some food and water for us?"

Catgirl nodded, she begun taking out some sandwiches and bottles of water from her duffle bag. The kids thanked the mute girl and hugged her, which she responded with a pat on their backs and ruffling the hair on their heads. The Lucky Girl got her violin and thought about something to do for the children.

The selectively mute girl put her duffle bag to the side with a protective mana shield around it and stood on the bench. Catgirl thought about the hard times and good memories she have with the Team. The Lucky Girl takes a deep breath and begins playing her song.

Once the song ended, the people surrounding her applauded for her performance and put some money into her backpack. Catgirl bows for the crowd and hands some candy to the children, who cheered for her generous gifts to them. The Lucky Girl put her violin back in its case and heard her train number.

'Great, Raven and the rest are going after me too.' Catgirl thought as she heard her crow cawing ring tone for Raven, hanging up and setting her phone on silent mode.

Meanwhile near New York City, the Team couldn't find their Black Cat and won't give up searching for the mute girl. Catgirl's icy aura left some trails that leads to her and the seven sidekicks followed them to reach the fixed subway station underground at Manhattan. The Lucky Girl must've gotten down there for a train ticket and go somewhere else.

Around Broadway, Catgirl stepped onto her destination and gave a sincere smile to the people who helped her with her things. The Lucky Girl walked upstairs and saw the lights in amazement. The mute girl was relieved that her clothes she wore was back in her bag, but her gym clothes was affected by the transformation and was worrying her a lot.

The transformation was almost done, Catgirl got until midnight and the pain will fade from her body by replacing it with euphoria. Her inner alien side was keeping her stable from the toxicity of every environment and person she walks into by accident. The Lucky Girl tightens her cloak and vanishes into the shadows of night.

"Cat? Cat, where are you? Please come back home, we miss you." The Lucky Girl froze to hear the worry and saw the concerns of the Team's faces.

Catgirl gulps while looking at the mirror, seeing that it was getting darker and the metamorphosis was getting close to completion. She checks her watch and went scared...it was around eleven fifty-five at night, which meant her travel through New York City and its famous place must've been lasting longer than a hour. Catgirl kept her breaths silent and her heart couldn't stop beating like crazy.

The Lucky Girl suddenly shivers from the cold air and tries not to sneeze, which will trigger Superboy into finding her first. She held back the noise while sneaking away and going between a billboard. Catgirl sighs in relief until she lets out a sneeze, which sounds soft and cute like a kitten.

The Cadmus clone heard Catgirl's adorable sneeze, freezing and snapping his head at the billlboard. His six teammates followed his glance to the billboard where they were having a music award show and realized that she was in Broadway. Catgirl begun panicking with distress while her ice mana went into waves of energy and kept glowing bright like the stars in the sky.

"Kitty, please...for everyone's sake, just show yourself and we'll take you home...safe and sound." Catgirl scoffed from Wonder Girl's words in response, she sees a clear opening and takes a deep breath. "Cat...I don't wanna chase you all through morning, it's Saturday now and all I wanna do now...is sleep."

Catgirl's black pupils turned into slits and she let her transformation consume her completely after hearing her watch beep, signaling that it has struck midnight. The Lucky Girl starts flying in the air and the Team begun chasing her. Catgirl dodged the signs and construct some cold mana to block her loved ones from grabbing her.

The mute girl found herself flying to Central Park and hiding inside one of the cherry blossom trees, shifting into a white cat with blue eyes and black collar that has a silver bell on it. The Team reached there, they didn't see her use her witch arts to turn into a cat and climb up the blooming tree. Robin and Artemis saw ice footprints of a cat leading up to the tree they saw in front of them.

"Cat, please come down." Robin said, desperately begging for his crush to come down the tree.

"No! Go away!" Catgirl replied, refusing to come down and face her fifteen loved ones. "Y'all went through my book and spied on me to see my secret! I just wanna be left alone...like I'm always been."

The Boy Wonder begun climbing up the tree, seeing Catgirl as a domestic white feline heal herself with her mana to close the scars and burns away. Robin sees the burns on the cloak and knew they accidentally hurt her during their chase, which led to her using her magic for a portal as a transportation route to Central Park. Not only that, Catgirl took off the cloak and left it behind after it made her feel uncomfortable.

He kept his eyes alert while she shifts out of that form and reveals something...beautiful. The Lucky Girl was looking extraordinary within her final alien form and was trying not to have another anxiety attack. Catgirl felt a familiar presence close to her space, which meant her crush and destined mate have found her.

The younger vigilante slowly turns and grew scared to see Robin staring at her form. She saw his hand reaching out for her and flinches out of fear. The Boy Wonder shushes her soft whimpers as he pulls her in a hug and she breaks down into tears.

"Shhh, it's okay Cat, we're not hurt, you're not alone." Robin said, comforting the Lucky Girl as she hiccups and sobs in his chest. "We're sorry for what we've done...please, just come home with us."

Catgirl closes her eyes and lets the Boy Wonder carry her out of the cherry blossom tree. The rest of the Team freezes to see the Lucky Girl went through her final transformation and became her true form. Robin cradles her close while she cries softly in his chest and clung onto him tight.

Catgirl slowly relaxes and turns to face the Team with her head down. When she raises her head up, Miss Martian was shocked to see an Anodite for the very first time and realized that bedtime stories about that alien species from her uncle were true...the Lucky Girl was one of them. The female Martian walks over to the shy girl and hugs her tight, causing Catgirl to freeze with shock and accidentally release a wave of mana from her body that made the rest of the Team relaxed.

'Oh you poor little thing,' the female Martian said to Catgirl in a telepathic link while holding Catgirl.

'Why M'gann,' the Lucky Girl whined while blushing and hugging her back. 'Conner, help me...she won't let me go now.'

Superboy joins the hug with the rest of their friends, Catgirl pouts at the alien couple in betrayal for their friendly affections on her and how it spread towards them. The Lucky Girl's inner felt the trust and safety within all fifteen sidekicks, leading for the shy girl to close her eyes in content. As soon as the Team pulled away, Catgirl opens her eyes and felt somebody holding her hand in theirs.

Robin squeezes it in reassurance before kissing her forehead and she squeaks, flustering madly while the rest smiles at the two vigilantes. Catgirl crosses her arms and grew a bit confident. The Boy Wonder sees the mischievous smile written on her lips and was suddenly floating around her cyan mana hair, staring at his crush in amazement for pulling that trick while their loved ones watched the two from above.

"You're beautiful Cat, I wish I could've help you with your pain." Robin told her softly while she hugs him and hums with a bright grin on his face.

"You and the Team did that, I can actually sense the genuine worry and concern y'all have for me. I finally realized that I wasn't alone anymore, I have all of you...especially you pretty bird." Catgirl replied before kissing him passionately and smiling when Robin kisses her back.

The two pulled away as the Lucky Girl helped them both safely on lower ground and smiled at each other, chuckling at the romantic scenario with amusement. Robin was about to kiss her again when Kid Flash cheekily takes Catgirl and zooms away from his best friend. The Boy Wonder gawks at the speedster in shock as he storms after him and tries to grab his Black Cat back.

"Did you get your picture now Artie?" Artemis nodded with a victorious smirk and sends it to Roy with the money signs on it.

"Told that jerk Robin will be her first kiss, he lost big time." Her four comrades chuckled before heading into the Bio-Ship with their female archer.

Robin came back with Catgirl over his shoulder and back in her human form at last, setting her down by his side. Kid Flash sped up and went in the ship next. The two vigilantes smile before stepping into there and holding hands together...as a young couple.

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WARNING: FLUFF, ANGST, MUSH, HURT, COMFORT.

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COMMENT DOWN BELOW & FOLLOW.

#artemis crock #conner kent #dick grayson #kaldur'ahm #m'gann m'orzz #wally west #dc comics imagine #ocs #young justice #dc oneshot #dc crossover #spitfire #supermartian #dick grayson x oc #kaldur'ahm x oc #jackson hyde #kon el #megan morse

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Out of the Blue - Chapter 6 - Mercy

Hello! I know its been a minute since I uploaded, my apology's T.T

Anyways, Zeirra’s getting grilled by Kid and Killer. The chapter does have some mentions of violence but nothing to bad. Let me know what think!

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The sound of a child's cry was deafening. It seemed to come from every direction as the smell of smoke was heavy in the air. A small flame flickered in the distance before it erupted into a large blazing fire that spread in every possible direction. Zeirra coughed squinting her eyes as she attempted to focus them, seeing the faint outline of what looked to be a familiar house in the distance. She took a step forward feeling an overwhelming sense of fear and familiarity with the situation before she was stopped by the flames. The heat from the blaze was so intense she could bearly breathe, her skin burning as her entire body screamed with pain. The crying, however, continued to get louder and louder only seeming to get more desperate. She tried to call out to whoever was screaming but quickly realized she couldn't make a sound. A figure emerged from the doorway of the burning house, though Zeirra couldn't make out who the figure was, she could tell it must have been a child. Before her body could move, a new sound could be heard. The sound of banging metal, and what she thought was more screaming. The sound gets louder drowning out the child, as the flames suddenly disappeared. Before she even knew what was happening something cold splash her in the face.

Zeirras eyes shot open as another bucket of cold seawater was thrown in her face. She coughed violently, turning away as the salt burned her eyes. There was a dull ache in her head as she attempted to look around, squinting her eyes at the intensity of what she assumed to be sunlight. Zeirra could make out the faint outlines of people, but her eyes refused to focus making her feel nauseous.

"Well, well, well... looks like the stowaway finally decided to join us.".

She completely froze. Everything came flooding back to her as the sound of his voice seemed to echo through her head.

Fuck.

Kid watched the disoriented woman, a large grin on his face and she froze. She slowly made eye contact with him, her face going pale as she finally realized who he was. "Good morning sleeping beauty, did I wake you? Seemed to me like you were having a pretty nasty dream anyways, so you're welcome. Now... care to tell me what the fuck you're doing on my ship?". Kid stood over the smaller woman as her wide fearful eyes watched him.

Zeirra struggled as she stared the large pirate down, realizing quickly that she had been tied to something. The ropes around her torso, and wings, were too tight, making it difficult to breathe. She didn't answer, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked around the deck of what she realized was his ship. Kids large hand gripped her jaw, forcing her to look him in the face.

"I asked you a fucking question wench! What the hell are you doing on my ship?". Kid yelled in Zeirra's face, making her head throb even worse. Zeirras face scrunched up as she fought the urge to puke. "I-I.. I don't know. I just...". Kid laughed as he listened to her explanation, narrowing his eyes at her. "Really? You don't know how you ended up on my ship, in my storage room? You left a huge bloody mess by the way. Most people would consider that pretty rude if you ask me". He gritted his teeth, getting dangerously close to Zeirras face. " Now.. how about you tell me the fucking truth before I slit your belly, and we make another mess out here on the deck hmm?".

Zeirra swallowed thickly, now noticing that the two had a large audience. The entire crew watched the two's interaction, a few of them disagreeing with their captain before making suggestive remarks about what he should do instead. A cold sweat formed on Zeirras face as she tried to come up with an explanation. "I was trying to get off the island! I didn't realize i-it was your ship....". Zeirras words died in her throat as Kid's expression grew bored. He closed his eyes pinching the bring of his nose, before looking up at Zeirra. He drew a dagger from his holster, holding it up to her neck. "Do you think I'm stupid? Are you actually trying to tell me you didn't see the huge Jolly Roger on the sail? Try again, and if you lie to me one more time I'll cut out your tongue". Zeirra tensed as she felt the knife graze her throat, swallowing nervously. " I-Its the truth! My night vision is shit, and it was raining so hard I could bearly see my hand in front of my face! I didn't intend to get on your ship, but the rain caused me to crash...". Kid raised a non-existent eyebrow, looking at her now exposed wings. "So that's how you broke it huh? That and the being thrown around last night must have finished the job". He reached out, touching the obviously broken wing that was tied to Zierras back. Zeirra yelped, attempting to flinch away as he roughly grabbed it. Kid rolled his eye before letting go and getting back in her face. Killer had also made an appearance, walking up next to his captain as he observed the broken wing. Zeirra eyed the large man before her eyes darted back to Kid's. She could feel tears well up as she looked him in the eyes, praying that he would show her some mercy. " A-are you going to kill me?". The words slipped out of her mouth so quietly he almost missed what she said, watching as a small tear streamed down her cheek. She looked completely pathetic, her face bruised and bloodied with that scared look. He laughed sadistically, before looking over to Killer.

"What do you think? Should we kill her?".

Killer watched the two, now looking at Zeirra. He leaned down so that his masked face was close as well.

"Hmmm I don't know... Let me ask her a few questions first, and we can make a decision then". Kid nodded, standing up and taking a step back before Killer replaced his position. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, looking down at her as he did. Zeirra attempted to control herself as he got closer, tears falling from her eyes. It was clear that she was terrified. Killer hmmed, as he observed her face. "So I guess my suspicions were right then. You were the one on the roof yesterday.... How the hell did you make it up there without any of us noticing you? Are you working with the Marines?". Zeirra attempted to choke down her fear as she shook her head no.

"No, I don't work for the Marines. Also, you're correct, that was me on the roof. I slipped back in after they took the other guy, a-and hid. I moved when I knew you guys were distracted with the fight outside". Killer watched as she rambled, not seeing any hint of dishonesty in her body language. He sighed tilting his head slightly, as he thought. " Alright... Second question. If you're not a marine, then are you a pirate?". Zeirra shook her head no again, not sure how to take his calm demeanor. "No, I'm not a pirate. I'm a musician". Zeirra swallowed thickly, as killer tsked under his mask. He got down in her face, his position feeling much more ominous. " Then why would you run from the Marines? I think you're hiding something...It would be in your best interest, to tell the truth right now. Who exactly are you, and why the hell are you on this ship?".

"W-well I.." Zeirra closed her eyes, giving up as she let out a ragged breath. The fear was evident in her voice, as the masked man leaned in closer. "I can't go to the Marines... They'll send me back and I can't.. I just can't.". She shook violently as she spoke, attempting and failing to control her emotions as she spoke. "I swear I ended up on your ship by accident. Please believe me! Im not a pirate, im not a marine, and im not a threat....". Tears rolled down her face freely as she spoke. Killer sighed as he watched.

"What do you mean send you back? Also, you didn't answer my question. You said your name was Zeirra yesterday on the stage. Is that really your name?". Kid watched the interaction, ready to step in before Kille put up a hand stopping him. Zeirra closed her eyes tightly, her lip quivering as she thought about her answer. She knew Kid wasn't bluffing about cutting her tongue out, so she would just have to be honest... she didn't have a choice.

"To Mariejois." Her voice was bearly above a whisper at this point, hoping it wouldn't be heard by the rest of the spectators. " I use to be a slave... They would send me back. I can't go back.." Zeirra took a shakey breath, looking Killer in the eyes as she did. "My name is Zeirra Love, and again.. I'm a musician. I travel around and play at pubs, that's it. Please believe me". Killer body language stiffened as he heard her confession. He paused for a moment before thinking over his words. "Can you prove it... the slavery part I mean?". Zeirra looked at his mask, before nodding her head. " Yeah.. the branding is on my m-my back if you want to see it for yourself..". Killer took a moment before she nodded, taking a step back. He turned to Kid, motioning for him to follow as the two made their way into the ship. Zeirra blinked watching the two walk away. She still felt afraid, but for some reason, she could feel a bit of relief as the two stepped away. Kid nodded to both Heat and Wire, who proceeded to cut Zeirra loose, grabbing her arms as they dragged her behind them into the ship. She was in such rough shape, they weren't exactly worried about her attempting to escape. Her broken wing drug behind her as she did her best to keep up, though the scene was quite pathetic to anyone who was watching.

Once inside the two dragged Zeirra down the stairs, down the same hallway as last night, but to a different door. The door seemed to lead to an infirmary, with many different beds as well as, what Zeirra assumed, a large operating table in the back. Zeirras panicked, her eyes darting around the room before she was led over to a chair. The two, not so gently, set her down before walking back over to the door and standing guard. She looked around nervously, the fear still evident on her face as she watched the two. Her head was throbbing, and she could bearly keep herself steady as she heard the door open. Zeirra watched as a small woman with a mohawk walked in, thanking the two before she dismissed them. The two nodded and left, as the woman turned back to Zeirra with a friendly smile. Zeirra had no idea what to think as the woman approached, doing her best to keep herself together as almost every inch of her body ached.

"So.. Zeirra is it? Don't worry, I'm a lot nicer than those guys... I'm actually the ship's doctor. The names Emma. Now I heard you've got a few injuries.. mind if I take a look?".

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