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quokkawritesarchive · 5 months

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WHAT BODY PART IS THEIR WEAKNESS? — OT8.

pairing: reader(afab) x slightly sub!OT7 and dom!changbin genre: smut, NSFW warnings: making out, marks, teasing, choking, slapping a/n: i know that minho’s part is twice as long compared to the others, but his scenario is just driving me crazy >_<

CHAN [ass] … will NEVER admit it, but he loves when you touch his ass. it all has started with you slapping him jokingly once in a while, but the feeling of your hand on his ass got him so horny, so he started using every opportunity to make you touch him there. when you make out, he tries to guide your hands there. when you suck him off, he moves your hands away from his thighs back to his ass and holds them there. he doesn’t know how to approach this conversation, so all he can do for now is slap your ass more, hoping that you would slap him back.

MINHO [thighs] … wouldn’t admit it, but it drives him crazy, when you touch his thighs. the second you place your hands on them - he is hard. he tried to act unaffected, he is a little embarrassed of how his body reacts to your touch, but he just can’t control it. sit on them, bite, suck, lick or just place a hand there - he is gone. and it absolutely drives him crazy, if you sit on his lap. every time there is an opportunity to sit you on his lap - he will do it. especially, if it’s in public place. being hard under your ass, trying to hide his flustered look, is the horniest thing he loves to do. one time you put your hand on his thigh in a movie theatre during the film and he almost came in his pants just from that. you were too focused on a movie, rubbing small circles with your thumb on his thigh without thinking. you hadn’t even noticed how subtly squirmy he grew and how he’d lost focus on the movie long time ago. all he could really think about was your hand getting closer and closer to his crotch without you even realizing it. his thigh tensed and twitched underneath your touch, but you didn’t even bat an eye. he knew you were focused on the movie, but he also couldn’t help the growing boner he was getting. after the lights were back on, movie ended and your hand finally moved away, he released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. he then rest his head on your shoulder, thinking of how he should approach this inevitable conversation.

CHANGBIN [arms] … loves, when you appreciate his muscles. he is obsessed with his form himself, so it drives him crazy, when you admire his body as well. he loves when you ask him to pick yourself up or carry yourself to bed. he is always ready to show off his strength. but a simple squeeze of his biceps can easily make him hard and horny. back hugs is also his thing. when you wrap one hand around him and start rubbing his back with another he can’t help himself and gets a boner immediately. his favorite position is your back against the wall, legs hugging his waist, while he hold you tightly. it makes him feel so dominant and you know it. you moan his name as loud as you can, gripping his biceps to hold onto something. he fucks you roughly, whispering the dirtiest things in your ear while he keeps your legs spread for him.

HYUNJIN [neck marks] … is an absolute sucker for neck kisses. would absolutely cherish any marks you leave on his throat, cause he thinks it looks so pretty and is another way of you claiming him as yours. soft whines and pants leaving his mouth the more you suck and lick his skin, his hand tugging your hair. you suck his skin harshly between your teeth, finally earning a fervent moan from him as he shuts his eyes in ecstasy. he melts in your touch, when you tuck his hair behind his ear and place another mark just below the existing one. you can feel his stiffened dick beneath you, as you try not to wiggle your hips. his sweater hanging off one shoulder exposing the part of skin that you had earlier marked, along with the reddish marks on the side of his neck and collarbone. he turns into a whiny, tearful mess very quickly and will literally beg you to bite his neck, while he cums. it feels so good it drives him crazy.

JISUNG [waist] … of course gets hard every time you place your hands on his waist. he received so many compliments about it, so it kinda evolved into his tiny kink. he gets so turned on by you touching his waist. it makes him feel so small and fuckable. he'll turn into the horniest boy you've ever seen in your embrace. and please hug him from behind, he will melt into your arms, whining softly. a surprised moan falls from his lips every time he feels your hands on his waist. he will turn around, pressing his lips against yours and begging for more, more, more, in broken little pants. he is a mess, babbling about how much he wants you to touch his dick, that now is poking your thigh. though, you just can't help yourself but to keep teasing him by touching his waist. he whimpers, his back arched, hips keep grinding against your thighs, trying to get more stimulation than the ghost of your touch.

FELIX [lips] … is so so in love with the way your lips feel against his. he gets so aroused from a simple kissing, it’s crazy. sometimes you feel like you can’t even kiss him in public or he will get hard. but mostly it doesn’t stop you from kissing each other at every given moment. and it’s mostly nasty, sloppy, wet kisses. don’t get me wrong, he loves kissing you sensually and slowly, but he really gets off on the desperation of a sloppy wet kiss. your lips find his easily, sliding your tongue against his bottom lip. his lips move lazily against yours, smiling against you as he feels you get increasingly more desperate for him by the minute. you swirl his tongue around his, making him moan into your mouth. kissing quickly becomes sloppy, drool trickling from the corners of his lips as he grips your waist and lays you down on the bed. his lips are now swollen from kissing, hair so long and messy now that they covered his eyes a little. his hand reaches down to your skirt, rubbing his middle finger gently over your clit and smiling against you when he feels you gasp into his mouth.

SEUNGMIN [neck] … discovered choking on his own for the first time after watching a lot of porn. he decided to test the water and choke himself, immediately getting hard and embarrassed afterwards. then he decided to hide his little choking kink for the best. but you found out about it in the most embarrassing way, deciding to choke him in the middle of the argument. little did you know, this whole time he was pissing you off on purpose, so that you threaten to choke him. but when you actually did it, he couldn’t hold himself and let out a whine, signalizing that he is not even close to being scared. he actually enjoys arguing with you and then feeling your hands wrap around his neck. so when you find out about his kink, you start using it for your own good. is he being a brat and not agreeing with you? all you have to do is wrap a hand around his throat and he shuts his mouth, wide eyes staring up at you, trying to hide his arousal.

JEONGIN [abs] … abs are his main pride and his main weakness at the same time. he can’t get enough of you touching his abs, rubbing circles on his lower stomach, while you two make out. he lets out soft whines and whimpers, as you tease him. you know he loves it and this simple touch of his abs drives him crazy. you discovered that he can be a whiny, whimpering mess, if you tease him for too long, and now you can’t get enough of it. even knowing this, you’re still surprised at the hardness pressed against your thigh, that you suddenly feel. he whimpers at the contact, wanting so badly to relieve the growing ache between his legs, but being too shy to ask for it.

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space-invading-pigeon · 1 year

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Steve is the Mom Friend™, officially the most reliable member of the Party; it would be Dustin, but Dustin insists that they'd be lost without Steve there to help them. Steve doesn't argue, but he disagrees. He thinks he's too volatile to really be considered for Most Reliable.

For most of his childhood, he was isolated from his peers, who he was Not Allowed To Talk To Because They Aren't Worth A Harrington's Time, Stephen. Steve is young and still wants his parents to love him, so he obeys. He's a good boy, if a little sensitive, and therein lies the problem: he feels so much, and he doesn't have a clue on how to express any of it. He can't process his feelings, they're too big to fit in his body. It overwhelms him easily and makes his throat tight- impossible to speak. His father scolds him when he has these overwhelmed episodes, as if Steve is purposely ruining his off time at home by crying; his mother ignores him if he acts childishly. There isn't really anyone who teaches Steve how to cope with being a human.

Steve remembers that he was always angry. It felt like an itch under his skin, a low but steady humming in his veins that could explode at anything, and even back then, he despised that feeling, scared that it meant he would end up a Bad Person. He'd started getting into fights (the first one he could remember was when he was eight and Keith pushed him to get to the playground faster. Keith got a bloody nose and Steve got detention for a week) and never really stopped. By twelve, his entire school is afraid of him, except for a select few kids: Tommy H, whose dad worked with Steve's dad, Barb Holland, who thought Steve was both a good person and a blockhead, and the new Munson boy, who didn't say much of anything, but especially nothing about the time he caught Steve crying in the woods in April after his parents missed the sixth birthday in a row.

It didn't really get better until high school, when his father demanded suggested he sign up for the basketball team; practice and drills helped diffuse a lot of that stifled anger, and for the first time, Steve feels like he can breathe. He doesn't have to be angry all the time anymore, even if most of his calm is just a lack of energy. That isn't to say the anger is gone; he still gets into fights often, but he manages to tone down the violence and rely more on a sharp tongue and a lazy confidence whenever fighting is brought up.

Cue season one! Steve, at the top of his game, the bloody, undisputed King of Hawkins High, is absolutely head over heels for sweet, shy Nancy Wheeler. He bares his soul to Nancy, who, after hearing what he has to say, promises that she'll be there for him. They're together now, they look after each other. It's everything Steve had ever wanted.

When he finds out about the creepy photos Jonathan took of them at Steve's pool on the night Barb went missing (and I love Jonathan, I really do, but what the hell man), he feels that anger starting to boil over again and panics. He was doing so well! Nancy would help, though, just hearing that find "You're an idiot, Steve Harrington" would cool him off. But it worsens when he tries to sneak in to Nancy's room and Jonathan is SLEEPING in Nancy's bed, half-curled around her. Steve doesn't want to get the cops called on him again, so he goes home.

The next day, it all boils over. He tried to stay calm, really, but it was like using a wine cork to stop a volcano; he stands by while Carol and Tommy spread rumors about Nancy, smirks cruelly while Carol spray paints the slur on the movie theater sign, and does not give an inch when Nancy calls him an ass, tears in her eyes and flanked by Jonathan. He's trying his damnedest to keep his hands to himself, though (his father wasn't happy the last time Steve got arrested, and somehow Steve knew that he wouldn't be happy if it happened again), so he's caught off guard when Jonathan starts throwing punches. (Later, Steve will admit that he doesn't really remember what he'd said to make Jonathan so angry that he'd actually try to fight Steve, but he'll apologize anyway. Jonathan is quick to forgive, and apologizes for starting the fight, as well). Steve's memory gets spotty around this time; he remembers a sharp pain in his head, just above his left ear, and being so dizzy that he struggles not to throw up, but he doesn't remember Jonathan landing any other hits (he has three bruises, two around his sternum and one under his eye, as well as a split lip), and he definitely does not remember running from the police trying to break up the fight.

It takes him a few hours to calm down, but it's largely due to the gap in his memory keeping him confused and panicked; he can't remember what he said, and Jonathan Byers may be a girlfriend-stealer but Steve remembers that he's also the kid who held funerals for the mice caught in the traps behind the school gym. Whatever he said had to have been really, really messed up, and Steve genuinely hates that he gets angry, that it isn't uncommon for him to lose time to his anger, that his first response to anything is always anger. So he goes to apologize.

The loaded gun pointed at his face is somehow the least upsetting part of that night.

During season 2, there's a lot going on. Steve has been working so hard on his anger, on keeping a lid on it and actually processing his emotions (thank you, therapy that Hopper demanded Hawkins Lab provide), but it wasn't enough. Nancy resented him, had actually blamed him for Barb's death, and that bitterness came to a head on Halloween.

Without Nancy, Steve struggled a lot more. He had nothing, no one; he didn't have anyone to tell about his parents' death in early June, and he didn't like talking about his wealth. There was no support system- until Dustin decided that Steve was going to help him. The kid was relentless and demanding and trusted Steve to help him almost immediately. Steve could hardly keep up, but he loved the feeling. And, when they ended up in a junkyard bus surrounded by demon dogs, he had three people depending on him, and suddenly he had a way to channel his anger (Dr. Harris would be so proud when he told her). He had a bat and enough unresolved trauma to rival those people his dad used to talk about with shell shock, and by the gods he was going to use that. He went apeshit on some demodogs, saved the kid's lives, and apparently became a big brother to a genius boy and a little girl that could probably fight God and win. He also got his third concussion when Max's stepbrother threatened to kill Lucas, but the order of events for that night is skewed; he blames the concussion. The doctor Hopper forced him to go to after said that he may never hear out of his left side again.

Season 3 sees Steve with a little family that he built all on his own: there's Will (who's shy but has a smile like sunshine when Steve asks him about anything), Jonathan (who cried when Steve asks if they can be friends and then proceeds to infodump on musicians every time he hears Steve so much as hum in a mildly musical manner), Max (the girl with a keen sense and a quick wit, whose older brother terrifies Steve because that's exactly how he could have turned out had he not gotten help), Lucas (who treated Steve like the big brother he never had and often called him racist for trivial things ["Steve, can we order pizza?" No. "Is it because I'm black?"]) Erica (who just sorta showed up with Lucas on occasion and reminded Steve just how fun it could be to be That Bitch), Mike (who alternated between passive assholery and cartoon-esque assassination attempts), Nancy, shockingly (who sat Steve down soon after the massacre at the hospital and apologized for blaming him for- well, everything. They'd talked for a long time, hashing it out, and by the end of it, Steve felt like he had a friend), Eleven (who comes by every Wednesday and Saturday for homemade waffles and a secret knitting circle), and Dustin (who became like a real little brother in the span of three days and never looked back. Steve vowed to keep Dustin safe with everything in him that night in the tunnels.).

He meets Robin when he gets a job at Starcourt (he may be set for life but Hop had told him that hard work built character, and Hop was the kind of man Steve wanted to become). She's wary of him, at first, especially when she watches him break the ice cream machine in a (now rare) fit of anger after a customer blew up at him for their ice cream melting before they finished it. But then he stammers through an apology and brings her a batch of cookies the next day, and tries to explain that he's better now, really, and Robin decides that he's a good person deep down. Maybe not too deep down, though, because his cookies are the best she's ever had. Besides, watching his face turn cherry red as he hides behind the shelves to spy on the repair guy is the most entertaining thing she's seen all summer, possibly in her life.

("Steve, you're drooling," she warns, and Steve hurriedly checks his chin.

"I'm making sure he doesn't get his hair stuck in the machine!" He tries to defend.

"First, his hair is under that bandanna. Second, Eddie Munson would rather die than ruin his rockstar hair.")

Their ice cream machine breaks six more times before Dustin comes back from camp, and each time Steve is a flustered mess talking to Eddie Munson. To his credit, Eddie only gives Steve a half-fond, amused smile before chatting with him about nothing in particular. After the third time, Eddie starts calling Steve "big boy" and lightly teasing him over the fist-shaped dents in the side of the machine.

Steve fights the Russians in the secret Starcourt base, not because they're coming at him, but because one of them reaches out for Dustin/Erica. The edges of his vision blurs, and distantly he knows that he's experiencing something like his childhood episodes: all his can feel is fire in his soul, burning straight through his body, and he has to get it out, he has to protect his brother-

"Wow, Steve won a fight!" Dustin crows as Steve is coming back to himself, his whole body trembling with leftover rage and no one to take it out on. Steve just clutches Dustin to him and tries to breathe. Dustin allows it for two minutes, then starts to squirm, but Steve doesn't release him until they hear footsteps.

With Dustin and Erica safe, Steve surrenders pretty easily- he needed to save his energy. But then they started the "interrogation," and Robin sounded so scared, and they hurt his hands and there were drugs-

Steve faintly remembers jumping onto a man (so tall and broad that Steve briefly felt like he was just a backpack) and biting him, locking his jaw and clawing like a feral cat. Robin remembers Steve promising to "smack the red right out of you commie assholes" while forcing his way through the tunnels, but she can't be sure if it was real or the drugs they were given. Dustin recalls Steve giggling at the movie they were hiding in, like a dork. Erica will never forget that Steve has a Berserker mode, or that he protected her even though she was in the process of blackmailing him for free ice cream.

In October of '85, Jason Carver catches him in the high school parking lot one night as he waits for Hellfire to get out. Steve denies all memories of what was said between them, but Jason walks away without need for an ambulance, so he counts it as a win.

In December of '85, the day that the kids all get out for Christmas Break, Chrissy Cunningham finds him in the parking lot and they sit for nearly an hour talking about projects for their secret knitting circle with the police chief's daughter. As hellfire let's out, Chrissy leaves, and Steve gets to watch as the older members walk his kids to his car, like awkward little nerdy gentlemen. Eddie always hands them off with a flourish and a wink. ("The children, Your Highness," he would say confidently, his three nerds behind him giving him nervous looks. "Perhaps you'll join us next week, my liege?" Steve pretends to be unamused by his theatrics, but Eddie has an infectious grin and a genuinely happy shine to his eyes.)

Season 4, Steve is definitely on edge, twitchy as they search for Eddie. He's worried for Dustin, who is attracted to trouble and smart enough to drag everyone else into it too, but also for Eddie, who occasionally popped by Family Video to talk with Robin. According to Eddie, he's allowed in the break room and behind the counter because he and Robin are "friends of Dorothy". Steve doesn't even know a Dorothy. (Eddie usually waits until Steve walks away in a flustered, confused huff before whispering to Robin, "Dorothy says: be gay, do crime.")

Eddie held a jagged glass bottle to his neck and Steve didn't feel anything. He wasn't scared for his life like the news promised he would be, nor was he angry like he'd expected he would be. Eddie shuffles around nervously, but the only thing Steve feels is concern for him.

He gets dragged through the Watergate and immediately attacked by those godawful bats- he was almost in the boat, they had to help Max, he would not lose his baby sister, and boom, he's back to fighting. He fends them off with the help of Eddie, Robin, and Nancy, all of whom he is furious with for following him into the Upside Down like idiots.

"Harrington's got her. Don't ya, big boy?" Eddie teased, and Steve felt electricity through his whole being. His face flushed red and he stammered an affirmative, not noticing Robin or Eddie as they grinned at each other. Eddie stuck close the entire time they were in the RV, and if Steve didn't know better, he'd say Eddie was flirting with him. But he did know better, there was no way Eddie was flirting. He was on the run and desperate for human interaction.

Separating for the plan was the hardest thing Steve had ever done. While Dustin was getting ready, Steve pulled Eddie aside. "Please keep him safe. I'll do anything you want, just please, don't let anything happen to him," he begged, desperately clutching Eddie's sleeves. "He's my brother, Eddie, I can't lose him-"

"I promise, Steve," Eddie had interrupted. "I'll guard him with my life."

"Guard him with mine," Steve insisted. Eddie didn't get it at first, but it would hit him later that Steve wanted Eddie to keep them both safe.

Steve would never tell a soul, but he liked confronting Vecna. Armed with chemical weapons, Robin stayed a bit behind, but Nancy emptied round after round into One, and Steve? Steve got to use his bat.

It was exhilarating; as much as he hated his anger problems, he could not deny that it felt good to attack the source of all their problems. His arms grew tired after a while, though, and Vecna seemed distracted, disoriented, so Steve resorted to his usual tactics. He never fought fair: biting, scratching, clawing his way to victory in everyday scuffles, there was no way he'd give up this opportunity.

Something in him twists suddenly. He feels sick to his stomach and scared, but he has no idea why. All he can think about is Eddie and Dustin- he's hurt he's hurt he'shurtheshurtheshurt. So he makes the decision to go back; Nancy and Robin technically have the injured Vecna under control. He runs.

Eddie is being swarmed when he makes it to the trailer. One minute, Steve watches as they descend on his friend(?), and the next, he's supporting an injured Eddie as they hobble together to Wayne Munson's truck, Wayne on Eddie's other side and rambling about "what the hell is going on" so similarly to Hop that Steve feels the hollow sting of loss. Later, as they rest in the living room of Steve's empty house, Dustin tells Steve about what he saw: Eddie, going to the ground, unable to fight them off any longer, hope lost and grief already tearing its claws into Dustin's chest, and then out of nowhere Steve appears, covered in bits of vine and rock. He tells Steve about the enraged roar he could hear from the trailer (ten feet behind Dustin as his hobbling came to a stop) and the nail bat that had yet to leave Steve's hand swinging at each assailant with such a precision that, for a brief moment in the chaos, Dusting could hear the sounds of an orchestra playing a symphony, Steve as their ragged, bloodied maestro. He tells Steve about the wild look in Steve's eyes as he carried a half-conscious Eddie into the trailer, snarling about how stupid and careless Eddie was, and how moronic Dustin was for jumping through a gate the way he did. He tells Steve about the stray demobat that burst through the door, how Steve grabbed it with his bare hands and ripped it in half- Dustin's got stars in his eyes as he relays this, even now, days later.

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This kinda got away from me I'm sorry

I'm still new to people wanting to read what I write so I'm just gonna tag the one person I know was also excited about steve being feral: @amoris-no-smut-allowed

#steddie #stranger things headcanons #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie and steve #the party #let steve go apeshit #feral steve #steve can cook #let steve go feral

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autisticlancemcclain · 9 months

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Keith comes over for Lance’s fifteenth birthday. Hunk is still in Hawaii, but he Skypes, and the three of them talk for two hours. It’s nice.

After Hunk hangs up, Lance decides he wants to make his own birthday cake. Keith decides he wants to help. Neither of them have ever baked by themselves before, but they figure it can’t be too bad.

And it isn’t – they make their way to Wal-Mart, buying six boxes of Betty Crocker’s yellow cake mix, because they don’t know if the box is telling the truth and it really does make a whole cake, so they figure a few extra boxes won’t hurt. They also buy eleven cans of icing, along with a bunch of blue food dye and sprinkles.

The next thing they do is try to put everything together. (They do, at this point, realise they have way too much shit. They only end up using two boxes for the cake, and one to eat the batter. And Lance will take no criticism on that – cake batter is fucking delicious.) That goes pretty well, too – they measure the ingredients and mix ‘em together. Easy. They even remember to grease the pan.

The… troubles, so to speak, come when they pop the cake in the oven and set a timer. Lance hoists himself up to sit on the counter while Keith does the dishes, because Lance is the Birthday Boy™ and is thus exempt from chores.

“In what world does being alive on a certain day mean you don’t have to do dishes,” Keith grumbles. Lance sticks out his tongue.

“In this world, where I am currently Queen of the Day, and you are subservient to me. Scrub the dishes in silence, mullet.”

Lance watches as the challenge visibly sparks up Keith’s spine. He straightens immediately, hands stilling. The sounds of scrubbing cease. Keith turns slightly to him, eyes dark and narrowed.

Lance gulps. He’ll deny it until his dying breath, but something stirs in his gut.

“What was that?” Keith asks carefully.

Lance has never been one to back down, even when he’s knee-deep in a pile of trouble. Especially not to Keith’s bitch ass, as objectively attractive as it may be.

“I said chop chop, get to work.”

Keith moves so fast he’s practically a blur. Water splashes everywhere, but Lance hardly notices. He’s too busy shrieking at the top of his lungs and vaulting over the counter. He sprints up the stairs, on all fours like an animal.

“Someone’s never seen a horror movie,” Keith growls, voice closer than Lance thought he was, and Lance chants in his head that it is not hot, it’s not, it’s lame and stupid and horrible and Keith is the worst. He is.

Lance finally makes it up the stairs and tears down the hallway, swinging into Veronica and Rachel’s bathroom and slamming the door shut milliseconds before Keith can follow him in. He turns the lock, panting heavily as the adrenaline hammers through his veins. The doorknob jiggles for a few seconds, as Keith turns the handle, but then stops abruptly. Footsteps fade as Keith walks away. Lance narrows his eyes. Since when does Keith give up so easily? (Once, Lance lied and said that he’s never once posted an embarrassing picture online and he has been carefully curating his online image his whole life. Keith pulled an all-nighter tracking down his old Tumblr account from when he was 11, and he didn’t even have his name on that thing. To this day Lance has no fucking clue how Keith found it, and lives with the constant shame that Keith has seen a picture of him posing in his room at like 3 in the morning, in front of his old Naruto poster, crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue with the caption ‘im SO random XO RAWR XP’. If he thinks about the situation too much he feels like crawling into the nearest ditch and letting nature take him, so he shoves it quickly out of his mind, because it is his Birthday and he refuses to feel shame on his birthday.)

Suddenly the footsteps return, rapidly this time, and the handle jiggles again. A mounting horror washes through Lance as he remembers, abruptly, that the locks in his house are weird and every single one of them can be opened from the outside with a coin. Lance barely has time to even squeak before the door slams open and Keith comes barrelling through, colliding with him and sending them both tumbling to the floor. By the time Lance orients himself again, Keith is straddling him, pinning his shoulders to the ground and smirking at him.

“Who’s queen now, huh?” he taunts.

Lance swallows.

He swallows again.

He desperately prays his cheeks aren't as red as they feel, but he doubts God loves him that much.

“What’s the matter?” Keith asks, leaning closer. “Cat got your tongue?”

Lance isn’t even sure his brain is still working, let alone his fucking tongue. All he can feel is the length of Keith’s body pressed against his, the tensing of his muscles as he pins him down, the borderline fucking smoulder in Keith’s expression, two inches from his face –

A shrill beeping noise makes them both jump. They look around, then look at each other. What the hell is –

“Is that the smoke detectors?” Keith asks, and then they look at each other in horror.

“The cake!” they yell at the same time, and quickly untangle from each other and sprint back downstairs to the kitchen. The stove is billowing grey smoke, and a lot of it. Lance grabs a dishtowel and starts waving it back and forth, hoping to dispel some of it.

“Open the windows!” he shouts, and Keith rushes to comply. While he does that, Lance holds the towel in front of his face, slipping on an oven mitt with his other hand, and carefully opens the oven door. More smoke blows in his face, and he coughs, eyes burning. He blinks to clear them, and sighs in relief when he doesn’t see any flames. He carefully grabs the glass baking dish.

“Can you open the back door?” he asks. “I’m gonna set this outside, see if that clears the smoke a bit.”

Keith nods, and Lance rushes over to set the pan down on the concrete stairs. Luckily, the glass doesn’t crack. They go back inside, closing the screen door behind them, and take a moment to stare in hopeless silence at the hazy kitchen in front of them.

“So much for that cake,” Keith says.

“Mamá is going to kill me,” Lance breathes. “I am going to die at fifteen.”

Keith grimaces. “Maybe we can scrape off the burnt parts?”

Lance thinks back to the block of char currently sitting in the backyard, and imagines him and Keith with a butterknife each, desperately scraping off the black in a vain attempt to find even a sliver of edible cake before Mamá gets back from work, and the image is so ridiculous he bursts out laughing. Keith was already cracking up a little at his own damn suggestion, and loses it when Lance doubles over. That’s how Mamá finds them, in a smoke-filled kitchen, leaning on each other, struggling to breathe from both their laughter and all the fucking smoke.

“Lance, must you make a mess every time you have a friend over,” she sighs, and Keith and Lance just laugh harder.

“You and Keith are cleaning this kitchen from top to bottom. No exceptions. I don’t care if it’s your birthday, or that Keith’s a guest. He’s here enough that that’s hardly true, anyway. Dios.”

She walks away muttering, and Lance doesn’t even correct her about his and Keith’s friendship status. He finds that he truly doesn’t want to.

To be fair, Keith is about to spend the next couple hours helping him scrub the kitchen after they basically set it on fire. That’s something friends do, he’s sure.

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natalievoncatte · 8 months

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She knows I’m coming. She probably heard me six blocks away. Heard my voice, my heartbeat.

Lena walked softly down the hall of Kara’s building, counting the doors, counting how many times she had walked past these old bricks with joy lifting her heart. Game nights and movie nights and sleepovers, all the little things she’d torn apart with her bare hands in petty vengeance for Kara’s betrayal.

She did betray me! She lied, she manipulated, she used me.

Lena reached the door and hesitated.

Used me for what? What did Kara or Supergirl ever ask of me that I wouldn’t have given freely?

In her secret heart, Lena knew that it was what Kara didn’t ask for. The one thing she never wanted. She stood outside the door for a half minute, fingers curled in a loose fist as she fought to find the willpower to do this.

It never came. Kara swung the door in and stood there. She was dressed in a soft, yellow sweater and gray leggings, hair down and barefoot, in her natural state where she was just Kara.

A momentary flicker of concern folded Kara’s brows when Lena’s heart raced explosively. Maybe she really could hear it.

If only she’d listened to it.

Lena dropped her hand to her side. Her carefully prepared speech fell to ash in her mouth and she trembled on the spot, eyes a little too wide as Kara looked at her with a flat expression. Not anger. Not remorse. Not concern.

(not desire)

Just… nothing.

It felt like a thousand years passed when Kara turned around and silently padded back into her loft, stopping by the table. She stood, her back to Lena, arms folded, silent.

But she didn’t close the door.

Lena stepped tentatively inside and swung the door shut behind her. She swallowed hard, trying to wet her throat so she could speak, but nothing worked.

Finally, she managed to begin choking it out.

“I made a terrible mistake.”

Kara said nothing.

“I was hurt. I was so hurt. I let it blind me and lead me down a dark path. I thought I could fix everything. I just wanted to make the hurting stop. All the hurting. Lex is back. He’s taken my research and he’s going to do something terrible with it. I want to help you stop him.”

There was still no reaction. Lena wasn’t sure if she saw Kara’s shoulders move or if it was a figment of her imagination. She supposed it didn’t matter. Kara wasn’t saying anything.

Lena couldn’t hold back the sob that burst out of her. She could see it now, the anger burning inside Kara. The rejection and betrayal. The fury as cold as the crystal walls of her secret fortress.

This was it. Lena did it. She won.

She made Kara hate her.

Lena sagged, almost falling like a puppet with cut strings. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself and tried to fight back the tears and failed. They fell freely, cutting hot lines down her cheeks as sobs wracked her body.

She didn’t beg or plead; her silence was not born of stiff-necked Luthor arrogance but of resignation. She couldn’t bear it. If she beseeched Kara for forgiveness and was met only with silence she might die.

Lena turned for the door, half blinded, wishing some hell would swallow her up and bring an end to this misery.

She didn’t make it.

A powerful arm drew around her with sublime care. A hand that could crush titanium rested gently on her shoulder, and she was turned around so delicately, so gently, that she wondered if she’d fainted and this was a dream.

Even with Lena in heels, Kara easily brought Lena’s head to her shoulder and rested her own chin atop hers, taking Lena into a deep, careful embrace. Lena hugged back hard, with all her strength. She hugged Kara as if she meant to climb inside her, as if she could never let go. Kara was still silent.

“Kara?”

Kara took a deep breath, her powerful body shuddering in Lena’s arms.

“I thought I lost you forever.”

Lena shattered again, harder this time. She sobbed against Kara, digging her fingers into Kara’s back. Kara simply stroked her hair and hummed softly into Lena’s scalp.

“I don’t want to let go of you,” Kara whispered.

Kara shifted, looking down at her. Lena drew back, blinking tear-reddened eyes. Kara just stared at her, eyes searching, drinking every detail of her face. With her fingers, she lightly brushed a lock of hair from Lena’s cheek and smiled.

Kara was radiant. It was like the sun had finally emerged from behind dark clouds and Lena stood full in its warmth again. She hasn’t seen that smile in so long, she could barely believe it had ever been real. The sheer joy in Kara’s eyes was too much to bear.

Lena was barely aware that she’d lifted up on her toes, that she was reaching, back arching, arms around Kara’s waist to steady herself.

The look of absolute shock on Kara’s face paled in comparison to the softness of her lips. Kara stood stone still for a moment and Lena’s heart jumped again as she thought she’d again made a terrible mistake, and started to pull back.

There was nowhere to go. Kara casually lifted Lena from her feet as she kissed her back, effortlessly pulling her into a spinning, joyous hug.

When Kara put her down again, Lena knew she was a mess of red-rimmed eyes and tears with a silly smile on her face. Kara’s eyes were wet, too, and Lena had left a smear of dark lipstick behind.

“Kara,” Lena whispered. “Is this… are we… can we…”

Kara’s shoulders rolled back and she stood to her full height, gently cupping Lena’s chin in her soft hand.

“Lena, I’m Supergirl. I can do anything.”

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boxfullaturtles · 10 months

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For the fake title ask game: "Laughing through your crocodile tears" (I'm picking random song lyrics lol)

Okay this one gave me some trouble.

Initially was thinking post-movie or post-S2 finale. Everyone saying they're fine, making excuses for odd behaviors, smiling and pretending everything's all right and they can go back to normal. But eventually the cracks start to show and it's just a matter of who falls apart first.

But then I had a really mean idea. Time to throw Leo under the bus again. Sorry Leo. Leo's a liar, right. He lies easily, not out of maliciousness, but more like because he's two steps down from a con artist sometimes. He might not be the most charismatic but he knows how to lay on the bullshit. So opposite of one those "cursed to only tell the truth" tropes. Leo can only answer in LIES. And as these things tend to go, it's not that big of a deal at first. "Leo, do you wanna play some video games?" "With you? No way." "Leo, do you want the last slice of pizza?" "Nah, I'm not hungry." And it's not hard to put together that something's wrong with Leo. Those boys are stupid sometimes but they're not that stupid. "Leo, are you cursed?" "Whhaaattt? Pfff, no! Me? Cursed? I would never be cursed." "Yeah, he's definitely cursed." "Am not! You can't prove it!" "Leo, do you like Jupiter Jim?" "Uhg, no! They're the worst movies ever!" "...bro, you're totally cursed."

It's all funny haha make Leo say stupid stuff. But then it gets...bad. Then it escalates, as these things tend to.

He can't communicate with his team during a fight. Everything he says is a lie, an opposite, a trick. It ends up getting them hurt. He ends up insulting Donnie's tech. Badly. And it's...it's really hurtful. And Donnie logically knows that Leo didn't mean it because it's the curse talking. But...hearing that from his brother? Logical doesn't really hold a candle to hurt feelings. Mikey tries to help and get Leo to talk about how he really feels. And it works. Kind of. Actually it backfires, in a way. Leo ends up screaming his insecurities and self-loathing for everyone to hear.

And then, because what he really wants to do is cry. He laughs instead. Because why not top everything off by his own body betraying him. He wants to run so he stays put. He wants to hide in his shell but he can't move. He's hungry but he can't eat. Tired but he can't sleep. And everything that spills out of him is a lie. And if he tries to lie, tries to do the opposite of what he wants to do, tries to trick the curse into working for him, nothing happens. He's lost complete control of everything that he is. And the lines start to blur. He starts questioning where the curse ends and where Leo begins. Is he still cursed? Is he still lying? What if he's telling the truth now? It's messing with his head and he can't sleep and he's starving and his body aches because he wants to rest, so he just keeps moving, pacing the lair until Raph grabs him and holds him close because Leo's feet have been worn bloody and he's gasping for air and trembling and scared. But he can only laugh and tell them he's fine, he doesn't need help, he'll be fine. They know it's a lie, but he's still saying it with the smarmy grin of his and it's so Leo of him to do that. But it's not Leo.

And now they have to find a way to break the curse before Leo's body completely gives out on him, before the curse ends up killing him.

I don't have a resolution, I just wanna put Leo through the ringer. :) Maybe the Mystic Library has the answer? Find the right book, perform the right ritual, that whole shebang. Maybe they gotta make a deal with Big Mama? But that's a whole other can of worms. Maybe Hypno's got the answer, that would be interesting to play with. There would be a happy ending, of course, I'm not going to let Leo die like that. But it would be a terrifying and harrowing experience for everyone.

#fic title ask game #rottmnt

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pendragyn · 1 year

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Just saw the Amazing Maurice movie... (eta: it's in some theaters in the US, but limited) It's good, I highly recommend seeing it if you can. You don't need to be familiar with Pratchett's books to enjoy it, but there's plenty of Discworld in jokes and cameos to keep fans engaged. And there was a GNU Terry Pratchett at the very end which made me tear up.

It's a story about stories and a story about rats and humans and so much more. The book is a million times more nuanced but my imagination doesn't have a budget or run time limitations so the movie was a good adaption for the limitations it has. They cut a lot but it was understandable why - the dark stuff is pretty grim for a movie aimed at younger audiences; things that work well on paper would be boring af in a movie or would take too much time to do justice to.

I like that they reframed it as being narrated by Malicia, because it implies that the story-telling girl is telling a story and that maybe she's telling an easily digestible "lies to children" version of what actually happened. They changed some plot points but again, necessary to keep the story cohesive when cutting chunks out for time/content.

Two opposable thumbs up and a resounding Ook! for good measure.

#the amazing maurice #the Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents #movie review #Discworld #gnu terry pratchett #in theaters in the USA

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griffin-girl-r · 7 months

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Run

Created: 10.08.2022

Finished: 11.08.2022

Edited: 13.09.2023

Age: 17

Word count: 4,198

Based on: The movie 'Run'

Note: The plot had been altered to fit a happy ending

Warnings: Blood, Different health issues, Mental disorder, Medicine, Poison, Lies, Fainting

Request: Yes (Tumblr user)

—

"Is she going to be okay?" Natasha looked with tear-filled eyes at the baby inside the incubator

Bruce took a step forward and put his hand on her shoulder "She's got some serious problems, Nat, and she's very small. Giving birth at only 5 months of pregnancy can be very risky for you as well as for the baby."

"Is she going to be okay?!" Natasha repeated as she tried to fight back a sob, her eyes never leaving the baby, her baby

"With a lot of care and attention, she'll survive." Bruce explained "And despite the health problems she has, your baby can easily live an almost normal life."

Natasha sniffed as she pressed her hand harder on the incubator in hopes that this would help her be closer to you "I'll make sure she'll survive."

—

*17 years later*

The Avengers were all sitting in another boring meeting when suddenly Tony started talking about how Peter would go off to college very soon and about how fast the time passed.

"I can't believe my boy has grown so much." Tony smiled but everyone could swear that he was tearing up behind his sunglasses "Who will now be there for him to remind him to eat or rest enough? Who will do the grocery shopping for him now and buy him everything he actually needs not just junk food?"

"It's a hard time in a parent's life to let their child finally go, Stark." Clint started to play with the pen in his hand "Trust me, I got 3 and it never gets easier. Especially for us that we're walking targets and we're afraid they'll come for our kids as a form of revenge towards us. But we'll also be proud to see how well they can actually do on their own."

Tony pretended to play it cool as he turned his head towards Natasha and chuckled "You've been really quiet, Romanoff. Aren't you scared that something could happen to your daughter now that she'll go to college?"

"No." Natasha replied nonchalantly

"No?" Steve questioned "Nat, we know how much you love your daughter and protect her. We know it can't be that easy for you to let her go. Especially since she's..." Steve couldn't bring himself to say it "You know... She's..."

"Intelligent?!" Natasha interrupted him "Brave? Much more capable of taking care of herself than any adult in this room? I know my daughter. I gave birth to her. I raised her. Y/N is better than all of us. So if anyone needs to be worried about their child, that's Tony." She pointed to the man in question "Not me."

Steve wanted to say "sick" but hearing Natasha's protests he gave up on that thought.

Clint knew exactly this was just Natasha using her well-known poker face in a successful attempt to hide her feelings but he said nothing.

—

You sighed and put your blanket over your head as the morning alarm rang once again to wake you up.

Sticking one hand from under the blanket you stopped it and made your way out of the bed.

It was another boring day of your boring life.

Thanks to the fact that you were born such a small baby and thanks to your mom's health issues when it came to her having babies, now you're stuck in an endless loop.

You get out of bed and hardly make your way towards the bathroom.

For a moment you stare at yourself in the mirror then wash your face and proceed to brush your teeth.

After this part of the routine is completed you make your way just as hard as before towards the kitchen.

"Good morning, sweetie." Natasha kissed your head once you sat in your chair at the table

"Morning, .ama." You yawned and Natasha giggled

"I made breakfast." She smiled as she put the plate with food in front of you

You smiled back at her "Thanks, Mama." And proceeded to eat

"Don't forget these, baby." Your mother put in front of you a glass of water next to your daily pills "So when was the last time we saw a movie together?"

—

You were born with a set of serious health problems that included: arrhythmia, hemochromatosis, asthma, diabetes, and an easy form of paralysis that is responsible for you moving your legs way too harder than a normal person does.

Arrhythmia: An abnormality of electrical impulses in the heart, causing irregular heartbeats.

The orange pill in front of you.

It made you not feel as funny in your chest as you do when your heart starts beating out of its normal rhythm.

Hemochromatosis: An excess accumulation of iron in the bloodstream, causing rashes and nausea.

The white pill in front of you.

You hated that every morning you woke up feeling sick and if it wasn't for this pill, you would constantly throw up.

Asthma: An inflammation of the airways in the lungs, causing difficulty in breathing.

You knew what was coming right after breakfast. You had to use your inhaler.

Your mom had these things stashed all around the house, the car and she's always carrying one with her.

Diabetes: An impairment of the pancreas to produce insulin, causing unstable glucose levels.

You knew the drill.

If it was too high you had to make an injection. If it was too low your mom gave you some chocolate.

You always prayed you had it too low.

Paralysis: An inhibition of muscle function, causing an inability to move, feel, walk, or run.

Run...

Something you will never be able to do.

When you were born, Bruce told your mama that you would never be able to use your legs but Natasha was stubborn. She couldn't accept the fact that her daughter would never walk so she researched day and night to find a solution for your problem.

Her solution was followed by countless hours of physical recovery but she achieved her goal.

Slowly but surely, her care and the physical therapy you were doing every day at home offered you over time the ability to walk. Still a little harder than normal people do but you are walking and Natasha was happy with just that.

But running was one thing you'll never be able to do and you made your peace with that.

—

"Do you know when the mail will come today?" You hopefully asked your mom

"I have no idea baby girl but don't worry. If there is a letter from any university, you'll be the first to open it." Natasha smiled and put a book on the table for your daily lessons

It was no surprise that you were homeschooled.

Natasha was very overprotective of you. As a matter of fact, you rarely even left the house at all and when you did, you were always in Natasha's company.

You didn't even have friends.

To keep yourself busy, you developed a passion for engineering and building different machines and computers on your own. Natasha provides you with anything you could need to work on your passion.

Sure, Clint's kids visit you as often as they can, and twice a week Peter comes to talk with you and tell you how the outside life is.

You both were now 17 but very soon you and Peter will turn 18 and both of you were waiting for your letters from the universities you applied for.

Peter was only 2 months older than you and you have been really close from the first moment you met each other.

He was Tony's adopted son but try and tell that to Tony.

And you were Natasha's miracle daughter, born from an experiment.

—

"Please don't lie to me, Peter." You skeptically looked at your friend

"I'm not lying Y/N." He defended himself "Look. Here it is." Peter pulled out of his pocket his acceptance letter from the university

You snatched it from poor Peter's hands and quickly looked over it.

"Off..." You deeply sighted "Mine still hasn't arrived. What is it taking so long?"

Natasha could hear you from the basement where she was throwing away the third letter you received from another university that was honored to have you as their student.

She wasn't planning on letting you go ever.

Natasha was afraid that you would die alone in the cruel outside world. She was scared of losing you.

Her little baby girl can't go off to college alone. There are too many dangers and you're still so fragile and so in need of her help.

—

It wasn't up till one day when you decided to look through the grocery bag that your mom left on the counter in hopes of getting to steal more candies to eat behind your mother's back, that you found something unexpected.

It was a medicine bottle with Natasha's name on it.

This was new. You never saw these meds before. Let alone know that your mama needed them.

But before getting the chance to have a good look at them, you heard Natasha coming towards the kitchen. So as fast as you could, you returned to your seat and pretended to work on your homework.

—

You said nothing about the pills you found but you were determined to find out what were they and what they were used for.

Natasha started to give you these pills telling you they were actually for you, that the doctor gave you some new medicine to take, and that it was for nothing more than to prevent you from passing out whenever your heart started acting up and beating like crazy.

At first, you believed her.

She was your mom after all. Right?

All she ever did was to take care of you.

—

"Mama, why was your name on the bottle?" You finally had the courage one night to ask your mom about the pills

"What are you talking about baby?" Natasha turned around and leaned on the door frame after she tucked you in

"I've seen your name on the bottle. Which means that you should be the one taking the meds, not me." You confidently looked at your mom

Natasha lightly laughed "Oh no honey. My name was on the receipt. You know, they lately put the receipt on the bottle. That's why there is my name on the bottle and not yours."

"Oh." You were confused "I guess you're right. I'm sorry for accusing you, Mama."

"That's okay my love." Natasha softly smiled "I forgive you. Now off to bed with you." She put her hand on the light switch and turned it off

Natasha left, closing the door behind her, and you pulled your blanket more over your shoulders.

—

But Natasha's answer wasn't enough for you.

After almost half of the night where you just tossed and turned in bed, you decided to get up and find out more about those pills.

You quietly made your way towards the computer that was downstairs.

You looked on all sides before opening up and searching for the name of the medicine.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you anxiously waited for the results of your search to show up on the screen.

But instead of the results, the screen showed up the text that let you know the computer had no Internet connection.

Only if your mom allowed you to have a phone.

You defeatedly made your way back up to your room, unaware of the fact that this entire time Natasha was watching you from the dark and she was the one who cut the Internet connection.

—

"You can't treat your clients like this. Leaving us in the dark for the entire night." You saw Natasha argue on her phone while you sat down on your chair at the dining table "I hope this never happens again." Your mom ended the call

"Was it about the Internet connection?" You sighed as Natasha sat in front of you

"Yes." She nodded "But how do you know it was about the Internet, baby?"

"I tried to use the computer last night." You shily said "I tried to figure out why the processor of my new invention isn't working."

You lied. You were not just going to reveal to Natasha that you suspect something strange is happening.

But Natasha knew you were lying and she played your card.

"So did you find out why wasn't it working?" She asked as watched you from the corner of her eye

You shook your head "No. How could I?! The Internet wasn't working." You decided to push your luck "If only I had a phone."

"Nice try, baby." Natasha laughed "But don't worry. I'm sure you'll figure it out on your own. You're my smart girl."

—

You were her smart girl but you were also her stubborn girl and you weren't going to give up till you hadn't learned all the truth.

So you took advantage of the fact that your mom left the house to water the plants in your garden outside and went to her room, you called Peter.

"Hello?" Peter answered the call

"Peter, I need your help." You were watching your mom through the window to make sure she didn't come inside

"Y/N? What happened? Is there something wrong?" He asked concerned

"I need you to look something up for me on the Internet and tell me what it's used for." You quickly answered and proceeded to tell him the name of the medicine

"So here it says that is used for severe cardiac problems..." Peter read a whole list of things that it had treated with that medicine "Wow! Is that what you're suffering from? That's nasty!"

"There's no time for that, Peter... I need you to tell me what color they are." You rushed Peter into answering

"The color... the color..." Peter repeated while he searched for photos of the medicine "Ah! Here it is. They are red."

Your brain stopped working for a moment and the phone fell from your hand.

Red...

The pills you were taking were half green, half grey.

No red.

"Y/N? Y/N? Are you still there?" Peter shouted through the phone trying to catch your attention once again "Is that all you wanted to know?"

"Yes, Peter. Thank you." And with that, you ended the call and rushed out of your mom's room

Your mom had been tricking you.

But why?!

What were these meds actually for?

—

"I see you figured it out." Natasha startled you as she opened your door

Your mind instantly raced to what happened today.

"What do you mean?" You slightly panicked

"You figured it out. I knew you could do it." She pointed with her head towards your invention that was now working

"Yes. Yes, I did." You smiled as you sighed in relief

Natasha came closer and handed you the meds with a glass of water.

"Good night, baby girl." She kissed your head

"Good night, Mama." You flashed a smile her way then looked back at the book that was in your lap and pretended to keep reading

Natasha looked one more time at you before closing the door behind her.

—

"When was the last time we watched a movie?" You smiled at your mom the next morning during your breakfast

Natasha's face instantly lit up as a wide smile appeared on her face "What do you want to watch?"

—

You successfully made Natasha agree to take you out to the city to watch a movie together at the cinema.

Your plan was set in motion.

You were going to find out what those pills were for one way or another.

—

"I'm going to get more water." You whispered to your mother in the middle of the movie as you shook the empty bottle in front of her "Tell me what I miss."

"I won't." Natasha chuckled as she watched you stand up and leave

Going out of the cinema you took off towards the pharmacy that was right across the street and from where your mom always bought your meds.

—

You sighted as you saw the enormous line of people that were waiting there.

So you decided to play the disabled person card.

"Excuse me. I'm disabled. Please let me through." You shouted as you exaggerated your walk to show people that they should let you in front

"Hey, Y/N." The lady from the desk greeted you "Where's your mama? Is Natasha here too?"

"Yes!" You rushed to answer as you put one on the desk one pill "But I need to find out what is this pill used for."

"Oh, honey. I'm so sorry but this is confidential information and I'm afraid I can not give it to you without your mama being here." The lady apologetically smiled at you

"Please..." Then an idea popped up in your mind "We're playing a game! It's a hunting treasure game and to find the treasure, I need to find out what this pill is used for because this is a clue that will get me closer to being the one who wins."

The lady thought for a second about your words then sight "Okay, Y/N. If you say so." And she started to search on her computer what that pill was

You were looking around scared. Praying that Natasha wouldn't come look for you here.

"Ah, here it is." The lady said "Here it says that it's a medication used to treat the persons that are suffering from bipolar disorder. It should calm them and their mood swings. Made them more relaxed and..."

The lady kept on explaining but you weren't listening to her anymore.

Natasha gave you medicine that wasn't yours. Why? Why would she do that? Why do you need to calm down?

You felt how your heart started to beat faster and faster and faster. Your hands started to shake and you could feel the blood rising and see the world spinning till it became blurry.

That damn arrhythmia. It was the worst time for it to start acting up.

"Y/N!" Natasha desperately shouted as she ran to your side "Baby, talk to me! Say something!" She cupped your face

She reached you just in time before your legs gave up on you and you passed out in her arms.

"What did you tell her?!" Natasha shouted angrily at the lady behind the desk "It's okay, baby. I catched you." Natasha whispered as she held you tight in her arms slightly stroking your hair "I got you, baby. Mama got you."

—

Natasha gently laid you down on your bed once she took you back home and left the room after that in a hurry.

A few hours later you woke and tried to get out of your room only to find out that Natasha locked you in there.

"Mama!" You shouted "Mama, please! I just want to talk to you! I promise I won't do anything! I just need answers!"

When you received no response you decided to try and unlock the door only to realize that Natasha not only locked the door but she actually blocked it from the other side so it would be impossible for you to open it.

You had to escape now.

So you decided to get out through your window after you secured some wires around your waist and then crawled on the roof till your mother's window and broke it.

Crawling back inside you rushed to your room, unclocked it, and barely reached your inhaler just in time.

After you caught your breath you made your way to the stairs.

What a great time for your legs to give up on you because just when you were at the top of the stairs, your legs gave up and you fell all the way to the bottom of the stairs.

You looked at your hands and saw cuts and scratches and after you checked the right side of your head, you understood that there was a bleeding cut.

But you didn't have time to cry over something so little as falling down the stairs.

You made your way on the lonely road that led to your house and stopped the first car that was coming that way, which happened to be the mailman's car.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" He ran to your side

"I need your help. Please. My mama tried to hurt me. She gave me medicine that was for her, not for me. Help me please."

"Y/N, are you sure, kid?" The man asked

But before you got the chance to answer him, your mom's car pulled behind the mailman's.

"Baby?" Natasha started running to you worried when she saw the state you were in "Baby, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"Miss Romanoff, please stop." The mailman stepped in front of Natasha, blocking her way to you

"What are you talking about?! I need to go to my daughter! I need to make sure she's okay!" Natasha shouted

"Natasha..." The man whispered "She said you were hurting her."

"What?!" Your mom asked confused "Can you hear what you're saying right now?! Me? Hurt my daughter? You know I could never do that. She's just feeling off because there were some new meds that she was given."

"Look, I'll take her to the hospital and we'll talk more there." The man said

Natasha nodded and walked back to her car.

"So the hospital or the police?" The man whispered to you as he helped you get up in his van

"The police." You smiled relifed "Thank you so much."

But before you got the chance to even leave that place, Natasha knocked unconscious the poor man who tried to help you.

—

You woke up in a strange room.

But as you fully came back to your senses you realized you were in the one room, you weren't allowed in.

The basement.

As you looked around at the room where Natasha was spending her free time you noticed the letters from the universities in the trash.

You were accepted.

To every college you applied for.

Natasha kept this as a secret from you.

You got so angry that you started throwing all around the room the trash and the letters till you noticed a strange box.

On the box there was a name very similar to your mother's name and yet not hers at the same time.

'Natalia Romanova' was the name on the box.

Your mom's name is 'Natasha Romanoff' not 'Natalia Romanova'... Right?

Even though Natasha chained you by one leg you managed to find a way of reaching the box and started looking through it.

There were a few pictures of your mom when she was younger, one when she was pregnant with you, and one of yourself as a baby. Then there was your birth certificate, a paper where were listed all of your health problems, and one paper that clearly said that your mom had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder.

Your mom was sick?!

"We can start again, baby." Natasha softly explained as she reached the bottom of the stairs "No meds. No nothing. Just us two like we were before."

"You tricked me!" You shouted in her face "Was I ever even sick? You poisoned me!"

Natasha shook her head "I protected you! The outside world it's very dangerous, baby girl, and you are too fragile to fight alone. You need me."

You thought for a second "No... You need me."

You managed to lock yourself inside the storage closet before Natasha had time to reach you.

"Baby, please..." Natasha knocked on the door "Please open the door. We can talk about this."

But you knew what you had to do. You took the first bottle of chemicals that was inside there and drank it.

When she heard no answer Natasha took down the door and let out a desperate scream as she saw you lying down with blood pooling out of your mouth.

—

Bruce and his team managed to save you and Natasha never felt more scared and desperate in her entire life.

But before she got the chance to see you Bruce talked with you a little, first.

He managed to tell you about the problem your mom has and he told you that Natasha accepted getting help for you because she wants to start again and give you more freedom.

Natasha understood where her mistake was and she accepted specialized help.

And you decided to forgive her and give her a chance.

You knew your mom wouldn't hurt you on purpose. She couldn't control herself when she did and you were planning to help her.

—

*7 years later*

Natasha did change and everything went back to normal again.

She seeked professional help, you went to college and graduated last year.

You both left it all behind and were now looking ahead to a brighter future.

One where you helped each other and took care of one another while overcoming everyday challenges.

You both understood that you needed each other to keep living a normal life.

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#mama nat #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha's child #natasha's kid #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #natasha x teen reader #natasha x baby!reader

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peachymilkandcream · 5 months

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The miscarriage thing gave me an idea. Evelyn hides her pregnancy from Levi. Then maybe she did something that made him angry so he, ignorant of her condition, beats her up, causing her to miscarry. How would they feel?

Levi x Evelyn -> I'm Sorry

(A/N: Sorry for getting to this so late but I'm back from the weekend baby and it's been great! Forcing my fiance to watch cheesy romance movies and other childish ones when he likes action was peak. But now I'm back to your regularly scheduled writing! Keep those requests/questions coming in and I'll try and get Break Me Slowly out tomorrow and My Husband, My Monster out Wednesday or Thursday!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, miscarriage, domestic violence, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere themes/behaviours, misogyny, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, etc.

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Evelyn never considered herself the smartest person, but so far hiding her condition from her abusive husband had been going smoothly. He didn't suspect anything as of this point, and since she was being willing in bed he was more gentle. She had been walking on eggshells around him, making sure not to make him upset in any way to cause his anger to fly out of control. The level at which she had to degrade herself to keep his good humour was downright humiliating, but worth it in the end for the safety of her child.

Her morning sickness and fatigue had been easily explained by a common cold that was going around. Which had worked more in her favour than she thought because after hearing that he took precautions to ensure that he didn't get whatever illness she claimed to have.

She knew she had to tell him, she knew it deep down, but the fear of what he would do to her and his child loomed in the back of her head. Would he treat the child the same way he did her? If it was a boy would he mold him into the same type of monster his father was? Or a girl who would be auctioned off for a dowry to a man just like him? Treated as property and nothing more than a baby making machine. This is what kept her mouth sealed as he discussed her cycles and how he was going to try harder when she ovulating for a child.

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Evelyn had kept it a secret, until she made a fatal mistake.

It had started when she began to deny him his marital rights, no matter how sweet and submissive she was he was still rough with her. Then she went on longer and longer walks, pushing the boundaries of her freedom without even meaning to. Secretly going into town to buy medicine to help her with the morning sickness. Levi watched it all and eventually concluded in his mind that she was trying to escape.

Which is what brought her to this moment, his boot connecting with her stomach over and over. His rage fuelled by a bad day and one too many glasses of scotch.

"You think you can just leave me!? After all of this, after how hard I've worked with you, how patient I've been! You're plotting to run away like a coward!?"

Part of her brain numbed her to the pain, thinking about the child that was surely dead by now. It was all her fault, she should've told him. And then he wouldn't be so hard on her. The risk of his increase in obsessive behaviour would have been worth it for a living child. It was her own stupid fault for testing his patience when she could have been more clever in keeping herself and the baby safe. It was her own fault.

Levi finally stopped when he saw the blood seeping between her legs. It had caught him off guard. There could be blood anywhere on her, but there...

"What is this meaning of this?"

His wife lies there and sobs, holding her stomach but not answering his question.

"Answer me woman!" He grabs a fistful of her hair, making her meet his gaze.

She stares at him with tear soaked cheeks, trying to get the words out. "The baby- I- I'm sorry-"

Stunned, Levi drops the hair in his fist, letting her head fall back down. The statement washes over him, making his whole body cold. What had he done? She would have been trapped with him by now if he hadn't been so heavy handed with punishment.

A small twinge of grief hit him, but not enough to cause him much sympathy. He quickly composed himself, remaining calm and cold as ever.

"I see. Well, there's nothing to be done about it now. Clean yourself up and I'll have you checked out first thing. Then, when you're healed, we'll try again."

Evelyn doesn't respond, sobbing into her hands even after Levi leaves her lying in the pool of her own blood. It was all her fault.

#break me slowly #levi x oc #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

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24 to 25 days of SKZMAS | December 20th - Hyunjin

pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader

genre: fake dating

synopsis: Hyunjin is one of the best writers at JY Publishing. As the end of the year comes, he is one article short for a raise. The chief editor gives him the task of writing date ideas till Christmas which is also coincidentally his most hated holiday. Luckily, he does have a roommate with a great Christmas spirit.

warnings: -

words: 1085

20th day of SKZMAS

December 20th

Tomorrow is Hyunjin’s deadline. For the past two weeks, you have been going on dates every single day. Most of the time he complained about it, but you’d liked to believe that he secretly enjoyed it. What you didn’t know, however, was that he was fuming, having realized that he has feelings for you.

Hyunjin wasn’t the type of guy to fell in love easily. He always told you that he would never settle, that he will stay single cause no one can treat him the way he treats himself. He acted tough, like someone who is not interested in romance, but every once in a while you caught him shedding a couple of tears on romantic movies, or reading romance novels in the bookstore only for him to wave it off and flatout deny his interest. Hyunjin was romantic, hopelessly at that but it took him years to realize it’s all because of you.

You were there for him at his lowest, supported him through thick and thin and he molded his expectations around you to the point where if it weren’t you, he wasn’t interested. You were slowly engulfing him, fogging up his mind, made him completely blind to anyone else’s advances. He absolutely hated it. It was killing him to know that he had the potential to ruin the trust and love that the of you built through the years.

His mind kept racing alongside his heart when he looked at you. You were so effortlessly beautiful and perfect in his mind, he scolded himself for not realising sooner. It was just another “date”, the two of you were sitting at home, Christmas music blasting from the TV as the two of you idly wrapped gifts. Well, mainly you were wrapping gifts as he was too busy staring at you, memorising all your little details, like how your eyelashes kissed your cheeks when you looked down, or how you pursed your lips when you were concentrating…

“Finger, please.”

“What?” Hyunjin shakes awake from his trans, watching you with shocked eyes.

“Can you lend me a finger?” you ask with a giggle, glancing down at the little box that you're currently trying to tie a bow on. “To hold down the ribbon.”

“Uh, sure.” Hyunjin snickers, placing his index finger on said ribbon. “You should be more specific, you know. Someone might take it the wrong way.”

“Good thing that someone could never be you.” you tell him with a roll of your eyes. “You daydream even more than usual these days.” you say, nodding thank you once the bow is done.

“Look who’s talking.” he scoffs. “Clearly, you rubbed off on me.”

“Oh, you flatter me.” you bat your eyelashes at him before you hand him the present. “This one is for your mom. I hope they can make it over on Christmas Day!” you say, but then you remember something. “Or, oh, wait. You have the company party that day, right?” you ask, trying to hide your disappointment. You probably won't spend the day together…

“Oh, that's right. I completely forgot about it.” Hyunjin lies through his teeth. He has been thinking about the company party more these days because he… “We could go together. If you want.” he plays it off, not so coolly. “It’s glitchy, Christmassy and very elegant. Everything you like.”

“Hmm… as tempting as it is, I'm not sure I have a place there.” you say with a little grimace. “I'd love to be your bumper for unwanted flirting, but… you wouldn't want your coworkers to- speculate about us.” you say pointedly. You can't deny how much you enjoy the times when people mistake you for a couple… but not in front of the people he works with day by day. It would make it even more complicated…

“Are you seriously rejecting me right now?” Hyunjin asks, clearly not expecting this answer from you. “After all these dates… you really don't want me?” he questions again, a little quieter, hurt by his own words.

Oh.

“I- of course I do.” you say, trying to look him in the eye, but he turns away. You have to take his chin between two fingers to make him look at you. “Hyune… do you… want me?”

“Yes!” Hyunjin exclaims in frustration. “You are driving me mad! You are the sole reason I can't even begin to look at anyone else but you…” he whines. “And it took me so long to realize… heh, so embarrassing.” he says, tearing at the tinsel to distract himself.

“Hyune.” you call his name, and as he reluctantly glances up, you scoot closer and take his hands. He squeezes them and your heart leaps but you decide to be brave. “Are you going to kiss me finally?”

Hyunjin thinks he is hallucinating. “You want me to kiss you?” he asks and you nod. His heart sinks suddenly and his stomach turns into the size of a pea. “Oh.” he mutters, scooting closer too and taking your cheek in his palm. He carefully swipes a finger across your cheekbone before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

Your stomach is filled with butterflies at his gentle kiss, and you reach up to hold the back of his head, fingers tangling with his soft hair. You lean in to kiss him again, a little braver this time and he seems to enjoy it a lot too because he melts into the kiss, into your hold.

Hyunjin finally relaxes upon realizing that this is not a dream. He pulls you onto his lap as you makeout, a slow Christmas song starts playing in the background and it really makes him re-evaluate Christmas.

“Will you date me?” he asks in a quiet and nervous whisper, butterflies erupting in his stomach. “For real this time.”

“I thought you'd never ask, pretty boy.” you giggle and kiss his forehead.

“How was I supposed to know?” he whines, tickling you.

“You just were! I'm crazy about you, doofus.”

“You could have said that before, you know.” he huffs.

“But where's the fun in that?” you ask with a giggle before pressing one last kiss on his cheek. “Now let's finish your article together. I am in grave need of a cuddle session with my new boyfriend.”

“It will be some time for me to adjust to that name.” he chuckles with deep red cheeks and you have to kiss him again. You simply cannot resist him.

to be continued...

#hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin au #stray kids #stray kids au #stray kids fic #skz #skz au #skz fic #hyunjin fic #24 to 25 days of skzmas #skzmas #mymercury #yourandromeda #bf-skz #hyunjin x reader

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unprocione · 1 year

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leon's handwriting is most easily described as smudged, but mostly legible, highly reminiscent of a scrawled warning jotted down haphazardly in a thriller movie setting, urging caution of whatever danger lies up ahead, ominously trailing off at the end and taking much too long to comfortably decipher.

leon's lettering is often narrow, as leon doesn't tend to move his wrist often when writing, preferring to move his entire hand instead, which can sometimes smear the ink. leon's wrists have become stiffer over time and prone to soreness, after years of absorbing impact from the kickback of various types of guns, this has led to leon and repetitive strain injury becoming very well acquainted. leon is also prone to trigger finger, where the repetitive squeeze-and-release of the gun trigger has led to inflammation around the joint, and can sometimes result in the trigger finger becoming locked in a bent position, and joint popping, which makes writing dexterously difficult. leon prefers to type up his reports using a laptop (or in his younger days working for the anti-umbrella pursuit and investigation team, typewriter) when he can, but while on the field & often in peril, keeping a journal record of events and experiences is done primarily in handwriting alone, as lugging around a laptop or typewriter would only slow him down.

despite leon's handwriting being hurriedly slanted, his letters often sit apart if only barely, shy of eachother, and when they do meet, his letters are often overlapping rather than being tied together. psychologically, if we want to read into it for no reason, that can reflect leon being noncommittal, emotionally unavailable in relationships and prone to one-night stands or relationships that burn out hot and fast, but realistically it's mostly because he's writing too fast to be bothered with even spacing. ink tends to bleed at the edge of each stroke, where leon's pen lingers for a half-second longer. leon's pressure and rigidity when writing is more so like carving the words into the paper, and ink saturation can often lead to the nib tearing holes, and quiet cursing accompanying from leon. you could probably read leon's writing clearly from the back of the paper, from how deeply his handwriting scores in. narrow lettering often means his sentencesarecrampedacrosseachline, and he doesn't hesitate to scrawl into the margins, taking advantage of every centimeter of paper he has access to - leon was excellent at keeping pace while taking detailed notes in the police academy.

* TAGGED BY : @blitzkriegers thank you! <3 * TAGGING : @ubcs, @wintersdecay, @sailento, @weepedwords (luis & pat - pat bc i think leon probably dictates to him when his hands cramp up at home) @valour-bound @valiantines @godstrain @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins (milton, that rat bastard) @shesancti @wistrea @vulpesse @oathofpromises (ashley :3 ) @snipier @greenherb (i know ada's handwriting probably blows leon's out of the water for sure but i wanna see) @combineherbs (helena + jessica pls ^^)

#take leon's blood pressure while he's writing a report and watch the screen crack #» 🕊️ ﹕ to protect ， to serve ，‘til death do us part. (headcanon.) ❧#» 🕊️ ﹕ why can’t it be sudoku for once? (dash games.) ❧

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— BASICS.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE? Short | 5'3

▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ? Yes, she's never really seen her height being an issue with the jobs / task needing to be done.

▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE? Brunette, silky, always taken care of and always being placed up in different designs to fit her current attire for whatever situation it may be.

▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING? YES, honestly seeing and reading the amount of effort she as well as her handmaidens put into her hair and just looks in general was mind blowing to me, but it also makes sense given where she came from and what she feels is to be expected from her.

[[Also, this is pretty long so I’m adding the read more.]]

▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ? Yes, in her line of work there is a means to keep a sense and look of professionalism at all times when in the eyes of her peers and the public.

— PREFERENCES.

▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS? Outdoors, there is a sense of freedom and beauty outside of walls of a building.

▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE? Sunshine.

▸ FOREST OR BEACH? Beach, it gives a sense of home on Naboo, especially at the lake house.

▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS? Gems are for appearance, outside of that, she doesn't really have a preference on this. She holds what means something to her no matter what it looks like / or is made of.

▸ FLOWERS OR PERFUMES? Truth be told, despite the smell goods, she loves flowers. They remind her of her father's garden and takes her back to more simpler times where she would help plant / water the plants with her family.

▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE? Personality is preferred, appearances are a b o n u s.

▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD? Crowds.

▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY? ORDER IN THE COURT.

▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES? Painful truths, a lesson she learned from her own mistakes as well as personally down the line. A truth means more, even if it hurts.

▸ SCIENCE OR MAGIC? Science, it has a line of basic understanding, though she isn't opposed to what people would call 'magic.'

▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT? Peace, all she craves and wants for the galaxy and others is peace.

▸ NIGHT OR DAY? Day.

▸ DUSK OR DAWN? Dawn.

▸ WARMTH OR COLD ? Warmth, it brings a sense of comfort.

▸ MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS? A few close friends.

▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME? Reading.

— QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS? I feel to some degree, based on movie / show and books, she can be too trusting of those who don't entirely deserve it. And also my girl wears those rose colored glasses when it comes to certain people and certain behaviors.

▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM? Yes, there have been many who took up the job offer as handmaiden and lost their lives in the process. It led to forms of trauma regarding situations that could have easily played out but didn't. The thought still there, and the constant fear of it playing out again. Others didn't even lose their lives, it was a matter of being distant in the end. The life Padme lives isn't open to the public, even to those she wished it could be. So it takes a toll on her from time to time, but she tries not to show it in order to keep herself focused on whatever is her current target.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS? The bonding with her friends/handmaidens. First interaction with Anakin Skywalker. Saving Naboo with help from others. Marriage. Pregnancy. Many things, but I'm answering this pretty late and have it queued for later.

▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL? No.

▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN? Denial, tears, heart ache. Wondering if it could have been different.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE? Yes, canon. In AUs set for her, however, not as much.

▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE? Over the moon, starstruck, flaws are nonexistent {for the most part}, laughter, talks about the future.

Tagged by stolen from old blog

Tagging: @rush-to-greatness @clairophant @citadel-survivor @mutatiio @mayxthexforce @acoldsovereign & anyone else interested in doing it!

#• endless possibilities. |

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cyberp-1-nk · 1 year

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Okay...so I couldn't think of much so I'm bringing up an idea that I may have requested in the past but it was never written by myself or you yet, so why not?

This is also fluffy and kinda humorous so here we go! Ej and Addict! I hc that Ej not only has heats but periods where he kinda goes out of it and just gets feral kinda...like a cat. During these periods he tends to just be very needy affection wise and is very protective over things.

So Addict is chilling with Varrick and suddenly Ej appears and snatches Addict up. Varrick is pissed...obviously, Addict has no idea what's going on or what to do and Nightmare just thinks its funny. But Ej is just super cuddly and just holds Addict, and when he isn't holding her, he's following her around and anyone who tries to touch her he growls at. So Addict is just walking around the mansion with a feral demon trailing behind her like a shadow lmao-

This can end however you'd like, I was just looking forward to the jealous Varrick and Nightmare who is just escalating things...also the fluff...I'm in a fluffy mood-

(Tysm! And please take your time, your second request will be done soon btw!)

[ Affection - Simp Party ]

Warnings; None!

Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N; I wanna bully Varrick and EJ

Words; 2,040

"Anni~." Varrick whined, head perched on her shoulder as he pouted, undoubtedly giving her his infamous puppy eyes. He was trying to joke around, but Anni was trying to watch her show.

"Varrick, stop, I mean it." She warned once more, arms crossed and something close to a scowl on her lips. "I have stuff to do."

"I love it when you get bossy with me~ You know that, but I reeeally need you right now." He said softly, nose brushing the shell of her ear as his hands gripped her waist. His low, seductive tone attempted to lure hrr away from her show and into his arms. To be fair, her show wasn't that important or urgent, and he knew that, she also knew that. But something inside her told her to pull his leash a little tighter, lest he become a spoiled man child who thought he could get her as he pleased, when he pleased. (Which he could, usually, but not this time.)

"Well, too bad, because I really need to finish watching this." Anni said firmly, letting him know that she wouldn't let it go so easily.

"Can't you take a break?"

"Nope."

"But I can make you feel so good."

"Rain check on that."

Varrick huffed dejectedly, pausing the shoe in one last attempt to change her mind, placing the remote back when she didn't even look at him twice, despite usually being completely unable to tear her eyes away from him after he got rid of the distraction.

"Plus, you also have work to do. Trying to tempt me when you have stuff to do? You're such an idiot sometimes.." Anni scolded playfully, teasing him as he plopped himself next to her on the couch, turned away from her to sulk. She continued on with her, infinitely pleased with the outcome of teasing the one who usually teased her. Although he did start to become a bit annoying with all the nagging and constantly switching to increasingly unreasonable positions to get her attention.

If he wasn't so hot, she would've shouted at him an hour ago, at least. All that to get her to play with his hair, and cuddle up beside him. He could be such a man child sometimes…

Right as she finally obliged to his words, and cuddled up beside him, lids shield his tired amber eyes from the light of the ceiling fan and his breathing slows to a comfortable pace. Anni's fingers brush back auburn locks as she traces his hair line from temple to nape with a touch so delicate it seemed like she could break him with even an ounce more of force.

They just lied there, cuddling, in front of an annoyed Jack. He could shout at them and get angry…but he could turn to Varrick to shout and start fussing. No, Jack was the one to sulk in the corner of the room. But he was so frozen at the scene, he just stood by the door of the living room, watching Anni roll her eyes at Varrick. Jack was so furious to the extent he felt his face go red in fury. In no time he’s probably going to have steam coming out of his ears. He was much more clingy and protective, he wanted to be affectionate with her.

He looked at her, just because her smile showed hints of drowsiness didn’t make it any less perfect. So warm and inviting. She tilted her head in his direction, something that made him wanna steal her away even more. However the man was still awake, and instantly realizing the current circumstances, falling asleep in Anni's arms once again. Jack sent the closest to a glare the demon's painted on eyes could manage.

Right as he was about to fall asleep, his eyes snapped open upon noticing Anni had literally been abducted by the demon he despised..

"DAMN IT JACK! GIVE HER BACK—!"

Nightmare started howling in laughter at their behavior, laughing and slamming her fist on the table attempting to contain her judgemental giggles at the way the two grown men were acting. Anni sank closer to him without asking much questions, wrapping her arms around his neck to wind through his hair, and planting a kiss on the soft skin beneath his ear. She felt his grin. Nightmare continued to laugh at their behavior, until Jack shot a 'glare' towards her….she was quiet for a moment, but then she just started laughing even louder.

“Sorry I took you, but I couldn’t let Varrick have you again,” he whispered quietly. "He…always has you."

…

Anni's body is thrown onto his bed with a yelp. The brown haired demon hovers over you, 'eyes' boring into hers for a moment. The intensity stops her breath, making her slightly fear what will come next.

"You haven’t paid any attention to me since I came home from the mission,” he mumbles, laying himself on top of her, his head on her chest and his arm circling on top of her body. "All I wanted was to be next to you.“

Softening at his behavior, her fingers naturally thread into his soft hair tickling her face. "Why didn’t you just say so?”

“Do I have to say it?” he snaps, “I haven’t even touched you all week, I missed you like crazy.”

"You're so silly," Anni teased in his ear before wrapping her arms around him and fully pulling him down onto the bed with you. His chuckle was light and sweet, something that always seemed to take her breath away. Lips were pressed to her forehead, resulting in a moan flying from her still cold lips. Anni wanted his warmth everywhere.

Not just one place, everywhere.

Hearing her satisfied moan, Jack trailed his warm lips down her face and towards her lips. “You're so cold,” he purred, huddling up even closer to her more in hopes of warming her up quicker now that they were both lying down. She nodded softly against his lips, eyes closed in the pure ecstasy of the warmth flooding her suddenly cold body. His lips finally landed on hers and thankfully, he kept them there.

Moving his lips slowly against hers, Anni began to feel the exchange of hrr temperatures. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer to her. Like a personal heater, Jack slightly hovered over her with his body still pressed against hers. His lips were rough and feverish against hers, the chilly temperature of her flesh reminding him to try to warm her up a bit more.

Anni mouth opened against his, the groan flowing between her teeth practically begging him to put his tongue inside of her mouth. Taking her moan as a clear sign, his warm tongue traveled between her lips and swiped at the insides of her cheeks. She giggled against him as the tip of his tongue tickled the top of her mouth. A smile tugged at her lips even more once she realized he had been purring.

Jack chuckled back as he pulled his tongue out before pressing a simple kiss against her now warmer mouth. "You feel better?” her body seemed to melt into his at the way the words rolled off his lips. She was in heaven, what with his warm and strong body pressed against her cold one. The freezing temperature of the room meant that no matter how hard he tried, she was still going to need him to stay warm.

Which he knew was her plan all along.

“How about we take a hot shower and then go to bed?” his breath fanned across her blissed-out face, but she didn’t care what the two did, as long as she was in his warm embrace. Jack smiled down at her, enjoying the joy he could bring her with affection, something he always thought he would despise. His left-hand drug down her face, coaxing her back into reality.

“That sounds great Jack, just keep me warm.”

The slamming open of a door caught their attention, looking up from Jack's slightly hunched position and meeting the eyes of a jealous Varrick. "HEY! I had her first! I don't care if you're in your weird demon heat…just give her back!" the man-child yelled. He stomped over, leaving Anni staring at him blankly, and he seemed to have no reservations as he reached out and dragged her out of Jack's bed.

"How the fuck did you kno—" Jack cut himself off mid-sentence when he saw Nightmare leaning in the doorframe with an overly cocky smirk, that just radiated mischievous energy. She felt like being a little snitch today, and decided to tell Varrick why Jack was being so clingy. He was definitely going to get back at her somehow…

Anni managed to escape both of their grasps, while they argued over who gets to have her today, and snuck her way next to Nightmare. The petty argument escalated immensely, as random objects were seen being flown across the room, random noises of shattering, and Jack undeniably growling at Varrick like some type of feral animal.

Nightmare nudged at Anni's shoulder, "So a little birdie told me where Amber lives, and after all she's done to ruin your life, I was wondering if you wanted to ditch this place and egg her house with me?"

"Hell yeah!"

#simp party #simp party my beloved #anni my beloved #anni and varrick hours #anni and ej hours #anni and nightmares friendship >>>>#theyre so cute help #i love bullying varrick

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The Perfect Man (2005)

The Perfect Man is a special kind of bad movie. This romantic comedy aimed at teens (or anyone else who is a fan of Hilary Duff, I suppose) didn’t stand a chance. I hate to criticize a premise. Without it, the movie wouldn't happen so you have to suspend your disbelief a little - Otherwise, why even bother hitting "play"? - but this pictures lives in its own absurd reality. No one could take this jaw-dropper seriously.

Teenager Holly (Hilary Duff) is fed up. Every time her mom Jean (Heather Locklear) breaks up with a man, she severs all ties with him and moves Holly, her younger sister Zoe (Aria Wallace) and their entire lives to a new city. To get her mother to settle down, Holly creates a fake secret admirer to keep her away from any would-be suitors.

This is a 30-minute episode of a bad sitcom stretched to feature-length. It’s about a teenager whose mother is insane. No matter how comfortable Jean is in her career or home, she’s always one bad date away from upheaveling her entire life. This over-the-top reaction would raise all sorts of red flags if she was by herself, but this woman is raising two daughters! You’d think parenting would've driven some sense into her head but this tale is set in some alternate dimension where moving, is just an inconvenience that takes a couple of hours. Finding a job? Never a problem. It makes you wonder what kind of man managed to impregnate Jean twice without being driven away… though there’s nothing to indicates the daughters actually share a father, so who knows. Worst of all, this film's defining trait isn’t even necessary! You could’ve easily had a series of bad dates prompt Holly to create this elaborate charade just to avoid her mom getting heartbroken again. The Perfect Man would still be preposterous, but also more realistic than what we got here.

Directed by Mark Rosman, this rom-com is as predictable as the arms on a clock. For me, this meant it was quite fun to tear apart with friends. You can make jokes at the expense of the contrivances, the scenes of Holly and Jean flirting over email and instant messaging (good thing mom never sent nudes!) and the avalanche of unconvincing lies mom swallows like spoonfulls of chocolate ice cream after a heartbreak. I haven’t even told you that the “Perfect Man” Holly is basing her messages on is a real-life person, her best friend’s uncle (Chris North), whom we’re supposed to believe isn’t single, but come on. Is anyone fooled?

Within the picture's 96-minute running time, you'll find endless reasons for conversation/laughter. Holly is part of a love plot of her own with her classmate, Adam (Ben Feldman). Jean is pursued by a slob at work - what if they end up dating?! Oh no! There are many cheap moments of phony drama & character development that will make you roll your eyes. More than one decision by characters will leave you wide-eyed with disbelief.

The Perfect Man is an awful film but I enjoyed watching it very much - for all the wrong reasons. (Fullscreen version on DVD, August 25, 2018)

#The Perfect Man #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Mark Rosman #Gina Wendkos #Hillary Duff #Heather Locklear #chris noble #Ben Feldman #2005 movies #2005 films

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whatsgoingoninsiderikkishead · 2 years

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Happier than Ever

info + warnings: Angst, Chubby Reader, Alcohol consumption, Toxic Behavior, Cheating, Not a happy ending.

wc: 1k+

summary: Short story. Keigo Takami - Hawks - Toxic and Cheating BF

a/n: I got Billie’s Happier than Ever on loop while I wrote this down. There’s some lyrics there, please don’t judge me. ehe. Enjoy!!!!! 😊 Might also remind you of some Marvel movie.

You look at the clock on your bedside table for the nth time. It's already 3 am. You wish your mind to fall asleep, at any moment now he’ll be home. Late, again. Smelling like someone else, again. Tears filled your eyes and you just blinked it away pulling the bed cover tighter to you.

You’ve never felt so weak and worthless. You kept on thinking when did this hell started and if he ever loved you like he said he does. You tried to leave but you’ll know that he’ll just gonna bring you back. You belong to him.

You hear the click of the knob and his keys’ jiggle. You threw the sheet over your head so that you will not be able to see him.

You knew about her, she made sure of that. Leaving little things in some places that she knew that you can see easily. Making him smell like her every time that he’d been with her.

It’s your 3rd year anniversary today and he didn’t even remember. You prepared his favorite meal and waited for him to come home in your favorite dress all dolled up but when the clock struck 12, you knew that he didn’t remember.

Five messages were sent to him wanting to know where he is but one message that dismissed you left you with a broken heart.

‘Don’t message me. I’m busy.’ he said.

He’s busy..

Busy fucking her..

Busy giving her the love that he’s supposed to be giving his Wife to some random coworker that was skinnier than his Wife… your biggest weakness..

He said that he loves your curvy body and preferred it over a skinny one.

Hah! What a joke, Keigo. What a joke.

You tried to remember all the good memories that you and him had but all of it was already tainted by his cheating. You tried to confront him but he said that it’s all in your head and proceeded to go to work. One year of your life was all full of arguments, lies, and it was all wasted on him.

You felt him pull the cover off and laid on the bed beside you as tears filled your eyes. You can smell the stink of her rose perfume that you grew to hate. The smell of the perfume that You, yourself gave to her as a birthday gift as you never knew that she will be the one who’s going to kill you, slowly.

Few minutes later he's already sleeping soundly. You slowly pulled your cover off, making sure that he remained sleeping. You walked to the bathroom that was connected to your room, shedding the red dress that you’re wearing for your anniversary and turned the shower on.

Tears are now flowing down your face, as you stand under the shower. Feeling all the pain that you felt the whole year. He promised you the world, he promised you all the love, he promised you a beautiful future but all of that was a lie. You’re already at the brink of your sanity. You can’t take it any more.

Toweling off your body, you grabbed a new night gown and dried off your hair. Your mind is still flooded with Keigo's infidelity. As you brush your hair in front of a mirror, your attention was caught by the necklace that was hanging on its side.

‘With this, I promise that I’ll be forever by your side. Whenever I’m on a Mission, just touch this..’ he pointed at a small red feather attached to the pendant. ‘It's one of my feathers, I’ll feel you and will know that you’re thinking of me..’ he smiled as he put it on me and landed one kiss on my forehead and one on my lips.

I wonder how many girls he gives his feathers to.. I reach for it and put it on, walking back to the bedroom.

I turned to the windows and walked out the balcony. Hawks always like to be on high places. I told him before that his penthouse was his nest and he just laughed. Looking down, you can see that the street you were living on was silent and no cars were passing at this time.

Your hands reached over to the feather and closed your eyes, giving it a soft touch. You heard Keigo groan and took advantage of that and passes his mind…

‘I don't relate to you. I don't relate to you, no. 'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty. You made me hate this city..’

You showed him all the memories where you started, when you first met, your first date, your first kiss, your first night, his proposal, Your wedding. One and a half years, happier as ever.. Then his cheating. You showed him what you saw, what you know, what she said, what she did to you. You showed him everything.

Keigo’s groans echoed in your bedroom. Like he's having a nightmare where he can’t wake up. You kept those memories on his head on repeat until he’s shaking. Then you let go.

Of his memories, of his promises, of him, of yourself.

Keigo’s POV

I sat up, gasping. I knew something would happen. I knew it.

I looked over the balcony and saw my beautiful wife wearing the necklace that I gave her. Standing on the ledge.

“.. you were my everything. And all that you did was make me fucking sad.” she murmured.

No. “Y/n..”

“..I could talk about every time that you showed up on time. But I'd have an empty line 'cause you never did. Never paid any mind to my mother or friends. So I shut 'em all out for you 'cause I was a kid.”

“Y/n, No!” I threw the cover off of me and ran over towards her but my intoxicity made the worst of me.

“Do you remember what day it is today, Keigo?” she smiled while tears flowing down her face. Making me stop.

“My Angel..” I started

“What day is it, Keigo?” she asked. “What day!?” she bellowed.

“I-I..”

“It’s our 3rd year anniversary..” she murmured. “You don’t remember.. Again. Because you were with her.”

“No. I’m not.” I lied. As I walked slowly to her, I was still drunk on my feet.

“Yes, you were..” she nodded, “I can smell the perfume that I gave my cousin, Keigo. I can smell her..”

Fuck.. “Baby, Come down here, you’re just tired.” I reached out to her.

“Don’t.” she bit. “This is the best for you, Keigo.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, y/n?” I asked, feeling the exhaustion that I felt every time I spoke to her. “This is fucking insane, Y/n! I’m fucking tired, okay! I don’t have time for this! I don’t have time for you! I’m fucking tired!!”

“Then I’ll let you go..”

Rubbing my face, “What?” I asked. “This is bullshit!”

“I love you, Keigo.” she stated. “Always and forever.” Y/n pulled her necklace off and let it fall off her hand. My eyes followed the dropping necklace and looked back up.

Y/n gave me a teary smile that didn’t reach her eyes. A smile that I never saw before from her.

Then she’s gone.

I jumped over the balcony. Following her. I flapped my wings, to fall as fast as I could, reaching my hands towards her.

She’s falling. Keigo, faster! “Fuck!!” I screamed as I released some feathers to follow her. Her eyes were closed and looking peaceful. I pushed myself faster and tried to grab her hands but she’s still too far. We’re getting closer to the ground. My feathers can't reach her.

I pushed.. ‘I’m sorry..Y/n.. I’m sorry!’

and pushed.. ‘I’m sorry.. Y/n!’

and pushed ‘Please! Please!! Oh God!!!’

And I felt one of the feathers reach her. I gasped as I tried to push it behind her to pull her to me. Her eyes opened and she smiled.

I landed on my knees with her in my arms.

I looked down at her, moving the stray hair off her face and kissed her forehead.

“Y/n.. I’m sorry..” I mumbled. “I don’t know what had gone through me to do such acts.” I added. “I love you. Only you.” I looked at her. “You can open your eyes now. I got you.”

Y/n didn’t move. “Y/n, you’re safe now. Open your eyes.” I smoothed a finger over her cheek and brushed her hair back. “Y/n-”

I was stunned. Blood. There was blood.

There shouldn’t be. I caught her. My feather caught her.

Right? Right!?

“Y/n. It’s not funny. Open your eyes for me… Please..” I felt a tight grip on my chest. “Y/n. Please.. Y/n!!”

No. no. no.. this isn't true.. I hugged her “Noooo!! Y/n Please!!! No! No!”

#bnha #bnha hawks #wing hero hawks #keigo takami #takami keigo x reader #keigo x reader #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #whatsgoingoninsiderikkishead

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crescent14 · 7 months

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Secrets

Sorry for going MIA, but I am indeed alive. Here's a continuation to my story, enjoy!

AO3

"Hahahaha. There is no way that is true.", Adrien blurted out while wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

"But it is!" Marinette defended, " Alya was even yelling at me to not go through with setting them up." Adrien kept snickering when she said that.

They were snuggled up on Marinette's chaise longue talking and laughing as the end credits of 'A Whisker Away' were rolling on her tablet, long forgotten by the couple. They were talking about how long they truly felt something for each other and everything they went through to get to where they were now- Adrien didn't even have to sneak out of his house (as Adrien or Chat Noir) to come to Marinette's place for what was supposed to be a study date but ended up with them finishing homework in an hour before deciding to watch a movie.

Since the chaise was too narrow for them to comfortably sit side-by-side, they decided to sit with Adrien's back on the board of the chaise and Mari's back to his chest. He rested his chin on the top of her head so that he could easily watch the movie as she held the tablet. He hugged her around her waist from behind as they snuggled into each other, watching the romantic movie.

In the past, when Marinette had friends over, her parents let them do whatever they wanted- so long as they didn't destroy the house- but when it was just Adrien, they were a little strict about keeping the trap door to her room open the entire time. They had no objections to that, so they obliged.

Once the movie ended, the young couple started talking about how long they liked each other. Marinette related to the movie's female protagonist since they both liked a guy long before he had any feelings for her.

Adrien would've jumped off the seat if Marinette wasn't pressed into him when he heard how long she liked him.

"Is that why you were always so nervous while talking to me?", he had always assumed his last name seemed intimidating for someone trying to get into the fashion industry, which was why he didn't take her stuttering as offensive in any way.

"Yeah, I was so afraid I would say the wrong thing, so I was always second-guessing myself around you.", she blushed, embarrassed that she had actually admitted her long-time crush to him.

"It's honestly more flattering to know that was the real reason you acted that way around me. I always thought it was because of my last name.", he quickly said, so she wouldn't try to curl up on herself.

Learning what happened when she tried to confess her love to someone for the first time, he couldn't exactly blame Marinette for putting up a barrier around her heart when it came to crushes. Adrien was her first crush after that incident, which was why she was so afraid to say what was truly on her mind.

So that neither one of them would get the chance to feel secure around the other, they promised that if one of them shared a secret or admitted something embarrassing, then so would the other. That way, they would not only learn more about each other, but they could help take down the barriers together.

They were currently talking about their trip to the zoo, where Marinette admitted she thought Adrien was the one to ask her on a date. In her defence, Nino was too frozen to speak, and Adrien was the one who planned the trip with her on his behalf, she just had no idea about that one tiny detail. Nino and Alya had already told her that Adrien was coaching Nino from behind the bushes, but it was news to Adrien that Alya was doing the same with Marinette. He burst into laughter realizing that she overheard everything, Nino said about his (fake) crush on her.

"I just realized, you lied when you said that these pics of me around your room were because you were into fashion, didn't you?", he gave her the same smug smirk he did the last time he asked her about them, but this time, she turned away to try and hide the blush he had already seen.

"I didn't exactly lie-", she started timidly.

"But you weren't telling the whole truth either.", Adrien finished for her. She shook her head no. "Everyone in our class knew about my crush on you, including Chloe. I'm honestly surprised she never told you."

Adrien chuckled at her comment. "I can't believe Nino managed not to tell me, considering how bad he is at keeping secrets.", he thought back to the time he told him about Carapace and Alya as Rena Rouge. "Alya sort of threatened him not to say anything.", she looked away shyly, "But I always thought he would eventually crack and tell you. It's the reason why most of the guys didn't say anything really, the girls helped keep them at bay."

That comment made Adrien curious, "Did you and Alya ever call the girls to talk about keeping your crush a secret?", he imagined the girls all huddled up in her room talking about him during a sleepover, which made him feel a little conscious about what their opinions about him were.

"Not exactly...", Marinette commented, raising his curiosity. So, she ended up telling him everything about 'Operation Secret Garden' and how it was interrupted by a giant akumatized baby. "We even had flower-based code names for everyone.", Marinette giggled at the memory. She truly couldn't ask for better friends.

The mention of code names got Adrien thinking about the time he helped her with her confession to a certain 'Buttercup' as Chat Noir. The confession was truly beautiful, but if what she said was true- that she liked him since the very beginning- what were the chances the confession was meant for him? He had to know without telling her he knew about the practice session she put him through. He would tell her one day, there was no doubt about it.

"You said everyone got code names? What kind?", Adrien asked trying his best to sound nonchalant about it.

Thankfully, Marinette told him without hesitation, "Mine was Lotus, Alya was tiger lily, Mylene was sunflower, Rose was tulip, Alix was violet and Juleka was rose. That was a mistake since Rose kept getting confused on who we were referring to.", Marinette giggled. Adrien smiled at the thought of them running around the Trochadero calling each other code names, but he noticed she only mentioned the names they gave within the group. Was this little plan not when they gave him the codename? Was it spur of the moment? How would he ask that? Adrien was not supposed to know about the codename 'Buttercup'.

Maybe a certain black cat could come over for a visit to try and find out what Adrien could not.

"Hey", Marinette interrupted his train of thought, "Can I ask you something?" She knew she didn't need permission, but the fact that she actually asked meant this question was not easy for her to say, Adrien would have to try his best to answer honestly, or as honestly as he could if it had anything to do with Chat Noir.

"You know you can ask me anything.", he gave her the most genuine smile ever, with a look full of adoration that made her heart flip in her chest. She almost forgot what she wanted to ask him. Almost.

"What- ", she wanted to ask about the other girl Adrien mentioned back when they were in the Grevin Museum the first time but didn't know how to bring it up without sounding insecure.

"Marinette! Adrien! Come down for dinner!", Sabine's voice interrupted her, and she took it as a reason to postpone her question for another day.

"Dinner? How long have I stayed over?", Adrien wondered as they started to get up to pack up their books which were still scrawled all over the floor.

"Time flies when you're having fun.", Marinette stated with a smile that made him wish they could forego dinner to just spend their time cuddling in each other's arms. He immediately shook his head of such thoughts, they were just 14.

Dinner was short, spent talking about everyone's day and hopes for the new school year. Mayor Bustier's new school allowed everyone to spend their high school years finalizing their future career aspirations, or furthering their skills if their minds were already made up. They all decided to take as much time as they could to go through every career possible till Adrien found the one that suited him perfectly, he could not be more grateful. Coming to school last year was no doubt the best decision of his life.

At the end of dinner, Marinette's parents bid the kids goodnight before heading to bed. Throughout the summer, the teens would spend entire days at each other's houses when they didn't have plans with anyone else in their friend group, so their parents were able to predict the they were going to busy having fun, after all, they were finally starting high school, they deserved it.

As much as they wanted Adrien to stay a little longer, her parents forbid it after they went to bed, which meant it was also time for Adrien to head home. In order to spend more time together, they would walk each other home hand-in-hand, and then continue their talks over the phone on the way back to their own houses, which is exactly what they were going to do.

Marinette realized too late that this was the perfect opportunity to continue the discussion they were having before dinner. Too late because Adrien seemed to realize it a second earlier than her, "So what was the question you wanted to ask me before we were called for dinner?". Adrien would be lying if he said he wasn't curious, what could possibly make her so nervous around him?

Her blush did nothing to slow the rapid beating of hi heart as the wait began to slowly kill him, "Remember when we first visited the Grevin Museum, with Alya and Nino?"

The name of the museum immediately took Adrien's mind to the prank he pulled on her and what she said in retaliation, in order save face from everything she had said while he pretended to be a statue. He realized that some part of what she told him that day was not true, and he stopped in his tracks face palming at how dense he was, "Adrien, what's wrong?", Marinette stopped with him, squeezing his hand with worry etched on her face. He pulled her into a tight hug before answering, "I'm so sorry I never realized. When you said I was 'not a good friend', I had no idea you were referring to me as more than a friend. It was when I was pretending to be a statue and you said all those nice things before kissing me that I could no longer deny I was feeling something for you. It took me a while to convince myself that what I was feeling was love, which is why I asked you to our second visit with Kagami and Luka."

That was all Marinette needed to hear at the moment, as she buried her face in his chest, hugging him tightly. "I was mortified when you pulled back, so I thought saying I knew it was a prank would stop you from questioning my actions. I am so sorry I confused you. I- ", she was interrupted with a pair of lips on her own. It took her a second to realize that Adrien was kissing her, before she reciprocated with just as much fervour. She got up on her toes to deepen the kiss as her arms snaked around his neck, he walked them back till she hit a wall behind her. They pulled back when air became a necessity, "Don't you dare apologize for what happened. Everything that happened between us got us to where we are now, I wouldn't change those memories for the world, good or bad. I love you, that's all the matters.", they stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity before their phones beeped an alarm, they were cutting it close to curfew. They were getting ready to sprint when they looked up to realize they were already at his house.

"I love you too. And I feel the same way about our memories together.", Marinette whispered, with a loving smile. They shared another lingering kiss before they reluctantly parted ways and she made her way home.

#miraculous ladybug #adrienette #mlb #post s5 #cute #post monarch

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