#then I still have her rain outfit and then I have pajamas (I HAVE AN OLD PEICE but I wanna give her a new look)

[the-onions-art]

Keira...Girlie your wardrobe is out of control 😭

#CAUSE LIKE OK you have her regular outfit #BUT THEN FOR HER HALLOWEEN AND WINTER OUTFIT I have two different sets of both outfits so thats 4 #then I still have her rain outfit and then I have pajamas (I HAVE AN OLD PEICE but I wanna give her a new look) #And THEN I want to give her one more outfit different from her regular outfit #AND THEN SHE ALSO HAS LIKE. A TERRRRIBLE GRAPHIC TSHIRT COLLECTION she loves bad shirts. Of course Ill have to draw her in some #this is what I get for being more invested in dressing up my ocs than anything else.... #ALSO HI IM NOT DEAD I just got busy with christmas ALSO IM SLOW!!!

[barbiecrocs]

Serial.

Michael Myers

tags- fem!reader, horror, soft gore, breaking and entering, size difference if you squint, rough sex, blood, piv, monster fucking (just bc this man is monstrous), dumbification, hair pulling, 90s ig, the mask stays on during sex. WC. 3861

Barbie's note... can't believe I used to be on my knees for this man. Like I used to be in the trenches frfr but if yall like him enjoy. after all I did write it to be read. I might go back into hibernation btw.

 The storm that brought your birthday party to an early end sends most of your friends home for the night. The bipolar winds knock leftover party cups and plates into the pool. The storm seems to be having a party of its own in your backyard. It practically plucks your backyard apart bit by bit. You raise your hands to your temples and rub them in stress. The only thing you could do was sit on the sidelines and watch.

 "Sigh, the sound of rain is so therapeutic…Too bad the storm is destroying your backyard. This is not a pretty sight." You hear an oncoming voice say.

 "Kate, you shouldn't be so relaxed. You have no ride home now. You should've gone home with your sister and the others. It's raining cats and dogs now." You complain and look over to Kate, noticing her outfit.  "Did you get that from my closet? You took my whole ‘My Melody’ set! Even the slippers! I only have one set! The rest are just shirts! I was going to wear that after my shower!" Your eyebrows furrow in distaste for her stealing one of your favorite pajama sets. She could've at least asked right? Man, you really have to kick her out. You roll your eyes.

 "Jeez, take a chill pill, don't get your panties in a twist. I wanted to leave, but I guess I took too long to take a shower and get changed out of my swimsuit, so they left without me. She told me that she was going to come back after dropping everyone else off." She starts to tap on the glass with her acrylic nails as her eyes flicker back and forth between you and the glass. "That doesn’t make any sense, she’d just be wasting more gas and my time.” You roll your eyes. “Jeez, no need to be in such a time crunch, your bed isn’t going anywhere, anywhere far at least,” Kate says. ‘Ugh! So insensitive at all times.’ You think. “You know Kate, I had other things planned tonight!" You huff.

 "Ooh? What did you have planned that was so important? It’s almost midnight-. Oh. OOOH? Is it what I think it is? Were you and Miles going to fuck? Is that why you’ve been hanging by your phone so much?” She says, continuously poking your arm. Your cheeks run hot as she continues to press you with flustering questions. “Maybe that’s why you’ve had such a stick up your ass because you’ve been waiting for him to stick something up there. Are you keeping it ready for him huh? It’ll slip in nice and easy-.” “KATE!” You interrupt, practically steaming with embarrassment and shyness. “What?” She snickers. “Did I hit the bullseye?” “Just… Just shut up!” You stomp. “Fine. Fine. You wanna take another dip in the pool to cool down? Or perhaps the rain, does that sound like fun? Becoming one with the rain. It sounds lovely, an absolute dream." She smirks, unlocking the backdoor. 

 "No, no it doesn't sound like a dream. It's a hot summer night turned lukewarm and I bet the rain is uncomfortably warm too-" "Come on!" She interrupts, yanking you outside so hard that you topple over, good thing you were still in your swimsuit. Can’t say the same for Kate though. 

 She starts to skip around the pool playfully as if the rain was nonexistent. "Kate, ugh! You little shit, you're lucky I'm still wearing my bathing suit! Plus, you're getting my clothes wet! What was even the point of taking a shower if you were going to go back outside? Sigh You know what? You should stay outside and really be one with the rain. Have fun!" You shut the door as she runs over, slipping on the wet pavement.

 "Hey! Don’t leave me out here! Come on, it was just an impulsive decision. I was just having fun since the party was ruined! Loosen up a bit!" She yells, muffled through the thick glass of the backdoor. You put your fingers in your ears and pretend like you can’t hear her. She’ll be fine, the rain was warm, plus there’s a patio set with a waterproof hood so she doesn’t have to stay in the rain.

 'Great, now I have a mixture of chlorine and rainwater on me.' As you walk inside the house you notice that you left the TV on and overhear it from your open kitchen.

 *T.V static* "Emergency news coming to you live from Los Angeles, California. The news channel where we relay urgent news in under five minutes!" Reporter Nancy says while thrusting her hand in the air to represent the number five. "Nancy, stop, this is serious news. We are here to relay information about a serial killer sneaking into backyards and killing residents living there. Numerous calls were made to the emergency hotline, 911, saying that there was someone in their house or giving us details on what the deranged man looked like. He stands somewhere around 6'7 and wears a dark blue jumpsuit. He wears a mask that hollows his eyes and he has brown hair-"

 The TV suddenly cuts off as if it was unplugged, yet everything looks in check. It wasn't unplugged, the TV isn't smoking like it's broken, the power is fine, and it's not like you turned it off manually or remotely. 

'Wow, it's the first time I actually sit down to watch the news and the TV decides to cut off.' You think.

 You bang on the TV in hopes that it'll cut back on, but no luck. "Ugh, old ass T.V.! I told mama that she should've gotten a new one! This shit is so outdated. We have had this since I was ten! That's a decade!" You pout. 

 You look out the glass backdoor and see Kate, happy as ever, texting someone on a huge duck floatie in the pool with little to no rain outside now. Like what the hell? It was just raining. You unlock the sliding door and call out to her. "Hey, Kate. You should come inside now. It would be a hassle for your sister to drive back over here. You should spend the night." You say, cursing yourself for your generosity. "Really? Now you want me to come in? I'm good. There's no need to be so concerned. We're on private property. No one else can enter without permission, that's illegal. Plus, the rain is warm just like you predicted. She should be fine while driving, seriously. I'll just wait until my sister picks me up. You act like I'm ten years old. I don't need supervision." She rolls her eyes.

 You return the same energy with an eye roll. "So naive, your funeral… Just know that I will be locking the door." You mumble and pull in the curtains. If she doesn't care about her safety then neither will you. Your objective was to take a shower, not look after her anyway.

  In the middle of your shower, you hear the house phone ring. You let it ring for a while before realizing that Kate can’t answer the phone for you. With a long sigh, you rinse off, grab a towel, and head to your room, wanting to put some clothes on before going downstairs. You throw on a Kuromi pajama shirt paired with loose black shorts and head downstairs.

 'Was Kate expecting a call? Maybe it’s Kate’s sister and she’s here to pick her up. Maybe it’s Miles? We were supposed to fuck for my birthday tonight.’ You skip down the stairs, hoping that it was the second option, and pick up the cream-colored phone just to hear heavy breathing on the other side. 'What the hell?' You think. 

 As you're about to hang up your movement is forcefully put to a stop. You feel your heart sink as a painful throb begins to travel up your arm, making you drop the phone on the table. You fully tune into this sound as if nothing else around you matters. It’s so loud in your head even though the phone is no longer in your ears. Every nerve inside your body is tense and telling you to hang up, but the breathing is so captivating, trance-like if you will. Listening to the sweet sound as if it was someone humming your favorite tune or singing a soft lullaby. It's so alluring, arousing almost. It mentally sucks you in and the noise alone brings a physical warmth to your skin, supplying false comfort like a hug. It takes away the pain in your arm just as fast as it gave it. As you listen for longer you start to notice the raspiness in the voice. This wasn't like a white noise machine or a random audio on loop. There was someone behind it. In and out, in and out, in and… 

Suddenly, you hear Kate scream bloody murder and you snap out of your trance, unplugging the phone and rushing toward the back door. Yanking the curtains open and analyzing the pool from inside, the scene that is held in your eyes is mortifying.

 Kate lays there on her back, lifeless in a puddle of her blood on the rubber duck floatie. Her hair is a mess and you can see signs of a struggle on her body. The stressed clothing, choke marks, and some of her fake nails are broken off, leaving her fingernails bloody. Her phone is no longer in her hand, but slowly sinking to the bottom of the pool. Heh, it looks like it still works, the screen is on. Blood flows out of the stab wounds on her throat and chest as the light rain continuously tries to wash them away.

 Your eyes frantically scan the pool area for the culprit. And somewhere in the darkness that is the other side of the pool, you see a tall figure step forward, making you jump back from the glass.

 A man in a dark blue bloodied jumpsuit, standing around 6'6 - 6'7, wearing a mask with brown hair. Just seeing this man triggers something in you, as you've unlocked a memory. Have you seen him before? No way, that can't be possible, there's no way that you've seen him and not run away screaming. Then it finally clicks. He was the murderer that was described on TV. He fits the description perfectly. The mask, hair, height, the only thing the description was missing was the blood.

 Goosebumps tatted your skin as you begin to panic. You hold still in hopes that he has bad eyesight or somehow can't see you through the clear glass door, as if that's possible. He remains completely still and at some point, you wonder if he really can't see you. Maybe the mask messes with his vision?

 Suddenly, he starts to make his way around the pool and so you run into the living room to dig in the couch cushions for your mom's pistol that she keeps for "unexpected guests". 

 You hurriedly load the gun and speed back to your place, tripping over a bunched-up rug. You tip back and fall flat on your butt and point the gun in his direction, waiting for him to round the corner. Your hands are shaking from adrenaline and your nerves are high. At this point, you're hyper-aware of everything happening to you. Blood is coursing through your body from head to toe because of this intense situation and yet… you feel a second heartbeat, this one wasn't in your chest, it was between your legs. Why was your body doing this?

 Was this turning you on? You feel obloquy and disappointment fill your heart as you think about such taboo and shameful things. Many thoughts swarm your mind, but everything is put on hold as he rounds the corner.

 He stands in front of you, only the glass door standing between you both, but it isn't long before he busts through it. Glass comes shooting your way and you shut your eyes and cover your face in defense, not realizing that you dropped the gun. You were too late to protect yourself properly and tiny shards of glass grazed your skin. Some cuts are a little deeper than others, but the overall damage was minimal. Luckily, due to the adrenaline, you couldn't feel the pain.

 You open your eyes when you realize that the gun is no longer in your hand. You look around on the floor until you notice unfamiliar shoes planted right in front of you and snap your head up just to see his dark, hollow, eyes staring at you. 

 In a panicked rush, you continue to search for the gun you dropped, trying to keep your eyes on him. Patting the area down like a dumbass, you still couldn't find it. Only for a split second you look away and grab it, but a large hand roughly grabs you by the neck and the other snatches the gun away, throwing it somewhere towards the stairs. Your hands' fling onto the hand choking you, attempting to tear him off of you. No avail, his grip was firm and you were slowly, but surely losing air.

 He lifted you with ease and put your back to the other glass door that wasn't broken. Trying to cause as much of a hassle as you can, you thrash around, kicking and punching, but it wasn't doing anything to his firm body. 'What is this guy made of?'.

You start to feel hot tears prickle in your eyes and your face feels like someone is sticking pins and needles in it. Heat piles in your chest and your heart starts to beat slower and slower. After what seems like a lifetime of flopping around, you finally land a good kick to his stomach. His grip softens on your neck and you loudly gasp for air, coughing up a storm as spit lulls out your mouth and down your chin.

 All too quickly, he grabs your legs and wraps them around his hips to stop you, putting you both in a rather intimate position. With you being pinned to the glass, you stop resisting and catch your breath. 

 As you calm down, you notice just how close he is, how you can practically feel his heart beating through his chest, how his leg is tucked snuggly between your thighs, and all of a sudden your feet can’t touch the floor. The mood between you two was shifting from panicked to steamy. You felt ashamed of yourself for thinking in such a way. You could die right now, but all you could think about was how big and warm his hands were around your neck. You could no longer find it in yourself to even look in his direction. But your surroundings are all too familiar, nothing else besides him can keep your attention.  

 His grip tightens on your thighs as he leans into you. With closing distance, the more you can feel his clothed length slowly push against your thin shorts, twitching and aching to be sheathed in your now soaking, cunt. You wrap your arms around his neck and shut your eyes as you wait for him to plant a kiss on your lips. Instead, you feel surprisingly warm kisses along your jawline to your neck. His lips find your sweet spot, making you jolt in pleasure. As he starts attacking your neck with hickeys and bites. You feel a cold hand travel from one of your thighs to the hem of your shirt. He tugs on the fabric, signaling that he wants it off. “Go ahead.” You say, layering your hand on his as he slips your shirt off. Squeezing one of your boobs with the other hand. 

 Your naked back forcefully pushes up against the cold glass and it isn’t long before a cold shiver rushes up your spine, making your back arch fiercely. “Ah, c-cold!” You hiss. He looks around and spots a comfy couch in the living room, covered in fuzzy throw-over blankets that were used for cold movie nights. He throws you over his shoulder and then plops you onto the couch, his hands immediately moving around your waist and snaking up to your chest. He takes a second to admire the naked flesh in his hands, kneading and kissing it. He’s never felt something so soft and smooth in his life. Considering that his life was a very hard one, this felt like heaven on Earth. 

 You wrap your legs around his waist and pull it closer to your clothed entrance. His fingers loop around your panties and drag them down, swiftly. A string of shlick leading from your pussy to the wet spot on your panties. He brings the panties up to his nose and sniffs them, making your cheeks run hot with a blush. “Perv!” You beat at his chest. 

 He takes off his jumpsuit as he stares down at you. Broad shoulders, muscular chest, dark eyes, and abs sculpted by the gods intimidating and turning you on simultaneously. He continues undressing and pulls his boxers a little bit lower than his thighs. Your eyes almost pop out of your skull from how big his dick is. Yet it fits in his hand perfectly. 

 He gives it a few long strokes before lining himself up at your entrance, raising your hips to level with his tip. “W-wait. I don't think it’ll fit.” You whimper, trying to close your legs, but are blocked by his waist. He stands still for a second, thinking about what to say. Instead, he shrugs his shoulders considering that he doesn’t talk much. He prods his tip at your entrance and slowly sheths himself mostly inside you, letting out a deep guttural groan. Your arms subconsciously try to claw at his back, but can’t wrap around it, clawing on his shoulders at best. “FUCK!” You scream, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. “You’re too big.”

 You lay on your back, trying not to move an inch, scared that he might rip you in half just from it being inside you. He puts a calloused hand on your cheek and wipes your tears, trying to soothe you the best he can without words. Your grip on his shoulders tighten when you feel him push in more. “Wait!” You weakly move a hand to his chest. “Stay still for a moment. It stings so bad.” You throw your head back onto the armrest of the couch as you bite your lip in pain, almost drawing blood.

 After what seems like an eternity the pain is finally gone and now you can enjoy the dicking that you were supposed to get from Miles. You wonder what happened to him. Maybe he canceled without telling you. ‘Ugh, dickhead! Ghosting me on my birthday?’  You brush off that thought and tell him you’re fine now. He pulls out halfway and slowly thrusts back in, making you feel every inch of him. Your whole body quivers from how deep he was inside you, plunging farther than your fingers ever could. “Oh fuck!” You claw. He starts to pick up the pace, with each thrust fucking you further into dumbification.

 You practically scream when he starts pounding your g-spot, making you breathless. “So good!!~” You hiccup, trying to focus on not being fucked dumb. So much that you didn't realize him switching positions.

 Suddenly, your stomach is pressed against the back of your brown corduroy sofa as your knees dig into the pillows and cushions beneath you. He stands tall, towering over you from the back with one hand tangled in your hair. His free hand returns to one of your hips and he pulls them closer to his length, lining himself up again. He wastes not even a second going slow this time. He thrusts into you, immediately finding your G-spot and pounding it. The position does wonders for you as his balls repeatedly smack against your clit, making your back arch immensely. That’s it. That was your last straw before turning dumb. Your nails dig into the couch and your tongue hangs out your mouth, trickling drool. He lets out a deep groan when he feels your walls squeeze around his dick and suck him in, signaling that you were close to cumming. 

 A familiar heat starts to spread over your body and it isn’t long before your walls go from squeezing to trembling. “Fuck, Fuck FUCK!!” You thought you screamed, but to him, it just seemed like fucked out babbling. Your pussy gushes around him, triggering his orgasm. He fucks both of you through it, almost to the point of overstimulation. He finally pulls out, allowing all the cum and shlick to ooze out of you. Both of you watch as it drips onto the blanket below you, making you giggle. “Heh, oopsie.” You babble, still fucked out.

 Your tiredness catches up with you and you fall limp on the couch, rocking in and out of consciousness. He picks you up and searches the house for a bathroom. He starts to run the water and steps out for a minute. The sound of running water and a loud thud from the living room snaps you out of your unconscious state. ‘W-what the fuck?’ You stand up on wobbly legs and head out of the bathroom, finding out that he put you in the downstairs one. You feel a cold gust of wind and look towards the front door. It’s open with the man that was just balls deep inside of you standing hunched over. You have a bit of trouble walking over to him, but eventually, you make it. You try to find an opening to see what he was looking at since he’s too tall to look over. 

 You fall on your butt in horror when you realize that it’s Miles, dead and the fully clothed mysterious man was dragging him away. A puddle of dried blood on your porch gives away that he was dead for a while.

 “What. The. FUCK!” You had such a nice time with this man that you forgot he was a murderer. For heaven's sake, he killed your best friend Kate. “Who are you?” So many questions run through your head at the same time. ‘Why did he kill Miles?  When did he have time to kill Miles? Why didn’t he kill you too? How does he know about you?’ He throws Miles over his shoulder and turns back to you. It looks like he’s going to raise a hand at you, instead, he reaches into his jumpsuit and pulls out a gold name tag with the name ‘Micheal’ on it. He throws it into your lap and disappears into the darkness of the night. “What…What the fuck?”

#horror #michael myers #Michael myers x reader #myers #myers x reader #slasher #slasher x reader #slasher fic #fem reader #soft gore #smut #lemon #slasher smut

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Warm Fairytale (Rook Hunt)

What a day to forget an umbrella!

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Guess who had to save clothes from the rain?

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Rook smells the rain before the clouds even form properly. He can tell it'll be a strong one, and the thunder that follows the thought proves him right.

What a day to forget his umbrella!

He still smiles, though, because he knows that even if he arrives home soaked from head to toe, the warmth of his family and the fireplace will prevent him from getting anything more serious than a case of the sniffles. Still, it would probably be better to avoid getting too wet, so he does his best to place his coat on top of his head, having foregone the hat today as a funny prank from the universe itself, as he walks faster and faster until he breaks into a sprint.

He's lucky they live close to the bus station.

Rook's smile only grows as the rain gets heavier by the minute, uncaring of the odd looks he gets when giggles inevitably rush past his lips. He can't help it, not when this reminds him so much of the day he proposed to his beloved.

He can remember clearly the sensation of holding a softer hand in his, the coldness of the ring on his palm and her sweet squeals as they jumped over puddles on his ears.

Soon his house—their house, that they bought and reformed together, comes to view.

Rook stops at the front yard gate, his heartbeat somehow louder than the rain.

In front of him, a fairytale writes itself.

His wife and his daughter giggle and squeal as they try desperately to get all the clothes hanging on the clotheslines inside the quaint but spacious home. At the door, their youngest holds a basket where the clothes are being deposited once safely away from the rain. His daughter's blonde hair in pigtails, her little pink sundress with orange lions bravely trying to protect her from the cold water. His wife, beautiful beautiful love of all his lives, in her favorite cleaning outfit, the apron she had bought him—and swore she didn't steal for herself—fluttering with the wind.

If Rook was a painter, he'd spend a hundred years just to make sure he captured this moment the way it deserves.

“Rook!” he doesn't actually hear her say it, the rain and his heart far too loud, but with the way her face lights up, there's no doubt of what leaves his wife's lips.

Impatient, he simply jumps over the low gate, running to them. His laughter joins the symphony of the sky as he picks up their daughter and the clothes she's trying to save. Taking his lover's hand in his own, he starts running.

The coldness of her ring against his palm.

The warmth of their child against his chest.

The youngest is waiting with the basket and towels.

Rook gets a proper scolding for leaving without a hat or an umbrella.

The shower is warm, the pajamas are warm, the food is warm, the family is warm.

Their fairytale writes itself.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader #x fem reader #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt

[drpeppertummy]

this is a little all over the place but What Ever sunny pleasant evening for once

[stuffing, tummy rubs]

Sunny was the last to arrive at Laurie's house. Everybody else was already happily chatting and snacking and laughing when he came trudging through the door, shivering and drenched to the bone after a long walk through the pouring rain. He was over an hour late. He hadn't intended to be, but he'd had a hard time getting himself together that day. Nothing seemed to be going right. His sleep had been repeatedly been interrupted by nightmares, leaving him feeling tired and on edge. He'd tripped and banged up his face on the arm of the couch, and he now had a big bruise blooming under his eye. The pasta dish he'd spent all morning working on was ruined by a faulty pepper shaker, and he'd had to not only start over from scratch, but run out and buy new ingredients as well. He'd spent a fair amount of time during this whole process crying in exhausted frustration, and his eyes were still red and sore. And then, after all that, he'd gotten rained on on his way over. He was bitterly aware that he'd likely still be dry if he hadn't screwed up the pasta.

"Oh, jeez, Sunny, you're soaking wet," exclaimed Laurie. Gray relieved him of the heavy dish he'd been carrying, and Laurie wrapped him in a towel. Realizing it wasn't going to do much good, she pulled him into her room and made him swap his wet clothes for a cozy oversized sweater and the smallest pair of pajama pants she could dig up. The two of them were nowhere near the same pants size, but with the help of the drawstring he was able to make it work.

As he emerged from the bathroom in his new outfit, Laurie ambushed him with the towel once more, this time vigorously ruffling his hair with it. A smile cracked through his grumpy face, and he hugged her tightly. She gladly returned the hug, lifting him slightly off the floor as she did, and then the two returned to the living room together.

"Hey, what took you, anyway? We were starting to think you got lost," said Carrie, throwing an arm around Sunny.

"I was busy fuckin' everything up," he said glumly, though his mood was already better than it had been when he'd arrived.

"Aw, shoot," she said, pulling him into a hug. "Well, hey, you made it, right?"

"Yeah, and now we can finally eat," said Dave. Sunny's belly rumbled loudly in response, and Carrie laughed and gave it a friendly pat. He hadn't realized it, but he'd barely eaten all day, having been too busy running around getting the pasta together.

In addition to the pasta, Gray had made enchiladas and Wendy had made her famous chicken noodle soup. It was an odd combination, along with the random assortment of snacks and appetizers everyone else had made, but everything looked and smelled fantastic. Sunny, who was still chilly from his long trek through the freezing wind and rain, was eager to get some hot food into his hungry stomach.

"So, what's the story with your face?" Carrie tapped her cheek as the group finally sat down to eat.

"I tripped," he confessed.

"Looks like it hurts," remarked Wendy. He nodded.

"I'm being very brave about it." He scooped a big steaming bite of enchilada into his mouth. Smiling, Laurie leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on the bruise, and he felt his cheeks go pink.

The group of friends talked and laughed happily over dinner, and it wasn't long before Sunny's plate was empty and his belly was full. He leaned back in his seat with a soft sigh, resting a hand on his rounded tummy. He finally felt like he'd shaken the cold away, the hot meal having warmed him up from the inside out, and he felt worlds better now that he'd eaten.

"You're lookin' pretty stuffed," teased Laurie, reaching out and patting his belly. "You didn't save room for cake, did you?" He perked up instantly, and she laughed. Laurie was well-known for her killer chocolate cake, and Sunny was perhaps one of its biggest fans.

Together, they all cleaned up dinner. Sunny rolled up the sleeves of Laurie's sweater--they were long enough to cover his hands, which he liked--and washed the dishes, his full tummy pressing against the counter as he did. It didn't take long for everything to be cleaned up, and Laurie retrieved the cake from the fridge. Gray wrapped an arm around Sunny while they waited their turn to get some, and Sunny gladly leaned into the embrace, hugging Gray and resting his head against his chest.

With the size of the cake, it was nearly impossible not to cut a big piece, and Sunny sat down with a slice that he wasn't sure he'd be able to finish. His friends were full, but he was absolutely stuffed. Still, he couldn't pass up dessert. The cake was heavenly, and he found it easy to eat even on a full belly. It wasn't long, in fact, before the entire slice was gone. He was a little surprised at himself for finishing it, but he wasn't surprised at how tight his stomach felt. It didn't ache--as a matter of fact, it felt pretty good--but he didn't think he could eat another bite if his life depended on it.

"Bet those pants fit now," said Laurie, giving Sunny's belly a gentle rub. She was right. He'd pulled the drawstring of the large pajama pants as tight as he could to fit his narrow waist, and now, as a matter of fact, it was just a little too snug. Shamelessly, he reached under the oversized sweater and loosened it a little. He sighed contentedly, resting both sleeve-covered hands on his belly, and Laurie laughed.

"You're adorable, Sunny," she giggled, and he flashed her a big toothy smile.

They remained at the table for a little while, chatting and digesting, and then the friends retreated to the living room and crowded onto the couch together. Sunny found himself happily nestled between Gray and Laurie. It was a tight squeeze, and the pressure against his bloated sides coaxed a small burp out of him. He yawned and leaned against Gray, who wrapped his arms around him and rested his big warm hands on his belly. Sunny melted under the comforting touch. He didn't want to fall asleep on his friends, but he was absolutely exhausted after losing so much sleep the night before. Looking up, though, he saw that Gray was also beginning to doze off. He smiled and hugged him. Gray was famous among his friends for falling asleep after a big meal, and Sunny was always glad to join him. He yawned again, and his tummy gurgled softly as it expanded under Gray's hands.

As the evening went on, Wendy, Dave, and Carrie made their way out one by one. Gray remained, having fallen fast asleep on the couch, and Sunny kept his place snuggled up against him. Laurie, perfectly fine with the two of them staying the night, rested herself against Sunny, sandwiching him snugly between his two larger friends. He grunted softly as he adjusted himself, trying to get comfortable. His belly felt extra tight under the new weight, but it wasn't unpleasant, and the heavy warmth of Laurie pressed against him was comforting. She rested one hand on his tummy, rubbing gently, and he smiled sleepily at her.

"I can't believe you ate that whole giant-ass piece of cake," she said quietly, giving his belly a gentle pat. Despite having some time to settle, it was still tight as a drum.

"Your fault," he whispered. "You make it so good." Laurie giggled and kissed him on the cheek.

"Still! On top of that big dinner," she whispered. "Doesn't your belly hurt?" He shook his head.

"Just full," he yawned, covering his mouth.

"I'll say." She continued rubbing his belly. Soothed by the gentle sensation, Sunny let his eyes fall shut, and before he knew it, he was happily snoring away.

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #aware that the description does not match the preview whatsoever its fine he lives #xsunnyx #xlauriex #xgraythehumanx #xcarriex #xwendyx #xdavethehumanx

[nejigirl5]

| Beautiful |

Itachi x Fem!Reader

Request: Where the reader is insecure because she's a bit skinny and everyone has always told her how skinny she was and doesn't she eat? Family members have always judged her for what she wears even she doesn't wear anything revealing. 

Thank you to sanotachii​ for requesting! If you don’t like it or would like me to change anything, LMK! I’m happy to do it. I also did it in modern AU BTW (I felt it would fit well).

Warnings: Kiss (on cheek), Cringy, Fluff, rude parents, some anger, body image things. Best friends to lovers.

WC: 3891

A/n: I’m having some issues with tagging you? So IDK if it went through, I tried to use a link, so I don’t know if it worked out. I’ll keep trying. I also couldn’t think of a title...

Food didn’t usually leave a sour taste in Y/n’s mouth, especially some of her favorite dishes. To most people, it might be normal to think that downstairs there were still people conversing, disappointed in a young teenagers cascade back up to her room where she still laid after an evening of eating and celebration, not for her of course. With the pride of the family being her older brother, a senior in high school going to a more sports-oriented school, her, who was more academic in nature instead was left with private school that left little room for a large social life, which she didn’t particularly desire anyway. A small group of friends was seen as best to her, and while she never dated or cared much about boys, her parents still found her to be too ‘cavalier’ in her personal life, thinking she was like the girls her brother would speak about.

As a fan of running anyway, there was never a need to diet for her, as Y/n had always been relatively skinny throughout her life. Boys at her age were still immature, and not focused on having a long term relationship like her, not thinking about the future and instead dating for clout and not much else. While her brother was out playing football, wearing t-shirts, shorts, and tennis shoes like most did his age, relishing his youth and freedom, Y/n wore the same outfit every day, a uniform, one that her parents apparently associated with the wrong groups of people despite it’s obvious requirement.

-

Even with the nighttime sky in the city being dark and gray, lights still flickering outside and hiding the stars, it was still a better sight than that of a disappointed expression, one that her parents gave her whenever she wore just about anything, constantly shaming her for her appearance. It was a reminder that they had different expectations for her than her brother, b/n, that she was meant to do well in school while he could go off galavanting around with different girlfriends as long as he worked hard in sports to get a scholarship and made a name for himself that way. They felt as if they shouldn’t have to worry about her in life, and that being attractive was something that of a curse to distract her from learning and getting good grades.

Y/n was already dressed in her pajamas, her usual f/c nightgown that went down to her ankles and covered her arms, as she slipped under the covers of her bed, listening to the heavy rain droplets start hitting the roof of the house. The noise of the lightswitch clicking was the last thing to catch her attention before she was lying still in darkness, dazed out trying to forget the moments of the evening that had happened only a bit before, which at that point had become something of a routine for her.

Flashback:

“I’m home!” Y/n yelled, slipping off her black ballet flats and placing them next to the door. “Come to the kitchen! I need help with something.” Her mother shouted back, hearing Y/n start walking up the stairs. “Dad’s home?” She asked, entering the kitchen and looking around. Food was being placed in the oven, and a cake was being decorated by her father. “He came home early since we have a guest coming for dinner.” Her question was quickly answered by her mother, who was basting the chicken. “Ah.” She breathed out, walking over to help her mother. “Who is it?” Y/n inquired, peeking her head around to see the frosting better. “B/n has a new girlfriend, and would like to introduce her to us. Now, actually go upstairs and change out of that obscene outfit. I just washed your black dress, it’s in your closet.” Said ‘obscene outfit’ was a phrase quite commonly heard in that household, the pleated knee-length navy blue skirt, button up white shirt, and black tights that made up her school’s uniform.

Staring into her closet, Y/n’s eyes spotted the ‘black dress’. It was essentially a shapeless blob of fabric, that had black, poofy long sleeves, and went down to her ankles with a high neckline. It looked fine on her, of course, but she didn’t understand what was so wrong about her school uniform that her mother would make her change every time others would see her. “Hm, that’s better, right?” She looked at Y/n, much preferring her outfit and finally showing a smile. "You really would make a great judge, right?" She mentioned, seeing the resemblance. “Go sit down, they’ll be back from school any minute.” She gestured to the table, hearing the doorbell ring.

“Mom! Meet my girlfriend, Ino.” B/n smiled, looking at the girl standing next to her. She was skinny and blonde, hair up in a high ponytail wearing a purple crop top and matching skirt, clearly a casual outfit. “It’s so good to meet you Mrs./Ms. L/n!” Ino stepped inside the house. “B/n has told me so much about you, welcome!” She responded, smiling widely to make a good impression while guiding them over to the table as well. It was nothing but awkward small talk that kept Y/n in the group while they waited for the food to be ready, her staring out the window most of the time while her ears blocked out the chatter as best as they could. Still little pieces were picked up, like “... oh, he asked me out to go to the basketball game…” and “... She’s also the captain of the cheerleading team…”, but she couldn’t care much less, considering they were older and at a different school anyway, nothing too interesting.

“Dinners ready!” Her father called, bringing in each dish on platters, casually mentioning his great job of decorating the cake. Though she was the last to serve herself, there was still plenty of food, Y/n taking a piece of chicken breast and a wing, filling up half her plate with salad and the rest with potatoes and green beans. “Y/n, save some salad for the others, no?” Her mother looked at her, though there was plenty of salad to go around. “There’s more potatoes.” She mentioned, giving her a light glare. “I’m good, I like salad.” Y/n muttered, turning to look at b/n, who just raised his eyebrows and shrugged. It was nice for her to know that she had someone who recognized what was going on, but never enough for him to chime in for the fear of getting a target on his back as well. In the sibling world, it seemed it was everyone for themselves at that point.

By the end of dinner, Y/n could swear she could recite every single pageant award Ino had won, among other medals for cheerleading, gymnastics, and ballet. “Y/n, how about you eat some more?” Was a common question at every dinner she had ever had with her family. “I really am full!” She responded, holding back an eye roll. It was exhausting, to have parents who only showed caring about her appearance, something that she found was mostly out of her control. It wasn’t her fault for having a high metabolism.

A vanilla cake was served, slathered with fluffy buttercream and a rich custard between the layers. Something about the "MmmMMmmmm... This is SO GOOD!" Ino let out as she ate, may have indicated the flavor was divine, and that she was somewhat of a suckup, easily feeding Y/n's fathers ego. "I've always been quite a talented baker, you know. Some might say even good enough to open a bakery!" He joked. "May I please be excused?" Y/n asked, not having finished all her cake, but was tired. "Y/n, darling, you're not finished yet." Her mother responded, insisting she stay put. "I'm pretty tired, and I have some homework to get done anyway." Was Y/n's power move. Grades; the one thing more important to her parents than what she wore or what she ate. "Run along then, do your best!" Were the last words she heard directed towards her.

Flashback Ends

She could only assume that B/n had driven Ino home, the chattering soon stopping and the door having opened with a noticeable click. There had been no homework that day, and while lying never felt good, staying there any longer felt worse. With quiet, peaceful sleep just approaching, it was slightly disheartening to hear a ding from her phone on the bedside table, a text message from her best friend.

Itachi: Hey!

Y/n: Hello.

Itachi: So... How was she?

Y/n: Hm?

Itachi: The new girl.

Y/n: I guess she's fine, anyway.

Itachi: Well, that's good. Sasuke's at Naruto's, do you want to come over and watch f/m?

Y/n: I'm pretty tired, and I already got ready for bed.

Itachi: It's like 7:30, you're never tired this early.

Itachi: They did it again... didn't they.

Y/n: Eh. Not sure why that's surprising.

Itachi: Want to talk about it?

Y/n: No.

Itachi: Y'know you've always got me, right?

Y/n: Yeah, of course.

Y/n: I'm going to head to sleep now.

Itachi: Huh. Well, see you at school tomorrow.

Y/n: Night.

Itachi: Night.

-

Morning came swiftly, with the sky smelling clean and like fresh rain when Y/n opened the dew covered window. "Good morning sleepy... oh hey!" B/n swinged the door open. "I didn't expect you to be up on time." He laughed. "Mom made waffles by the way, so come down quick!" He rushed down the stairs without a second thought, no breakfast allowed until he woke her up. Y/n however lazily walked, the creeks of each step echoing through the house notifying her father to look up from his laptop.

"You really shouldn't wear things like that, especially when we have guests." He hinted at her pajamas. "Huh. I'll keep that in mind." Y/n mumbled, not acknowledging his mentioning of guests. "Cute pajamas, Y/n!" Ino mentioned, standing against the wall with a plate in the kitchen, to which Y/n just stared blankly in response. "Oh yeah. I thought Ino could drive with us to school, and have breakfast today. Hope that's cool with you." B/n briefly spoke, too focused on the chocolate chip waffles in front of him for the taking. "Yeah, I guess that's fine." Though she would miss sitting in the car with just him and talking, It wasn't the biggest deal in the world. Especially since it wouldn't become a part of the routine or anything.

"Y/n, what are you wearing?" Her mother asked, turning to look at her. "The... the pajamas grandma got me for christmas?" Her mother frowned. "Go upstairs and get dressed, we don't have time for your shenanigans, you have to be out the door in 30 minutes." She scolded, watching Y/n walk back up. "I guess anything cute is off the table, too." Y/n muttered to herself, putting on her uniform, as well as a gray sweater with the school logo embroidered on it. With her bag in tow, she was finally able to go to school, and finally see Itachi as well.

-

"So I was thinking." Itachi whispered, tapping his pencil lightly on his notebook. "We could continue our study session at my house?" He suggested, poking Y/n's forehead lightly to get her attention. "I doubt we'd get much done... and plus, you know how my mom feels about that." Itachi contemplated for a minute. "We've been friends for years! Practically forever at this point, I think you're over exaggerating. And it's a teacher work day so Sasuke's still at Naruto's anyway." He smiled, trying to convince her. "Why not, I guess. We have a chemistry exam coming up." She smiled back. In truth, she was always borderline about to shout 'yes!' whenever he made a proposition to hang out more. But the thought that 'who would want to anyway?' always clouded her mind. Luckily he was the organizer in the friendship, it worked out that way.

"So..." Itachi and Y/n sat on the swings during recess. "You want to tell me how it went?" He asked. "The dinner went fine, B/n seems to really like her." She responded. "You know what I mean." He raised his brow, before looking disappointed. "I thought we agreed you would talk to them about this." He grabbed her hand to make her look at him. "I... was going to... but then I forgot?" She said quietly. "If you won't tell your parents to back off, then I will. They can't keep treating you like this." Whether it was lucky or unlucky for Y/n, the bell rang and it was time to go back to class. "Trust me, we will talk about this later." He mentioned while he loosely dragged her off the swing. 'Why is he so angry?' She wondered, frantically writing down notes of a geometry formula during the next period.

-

"I'm home!" Y/n yelled, just like any and all days prior, before walking over to the living room. It seemed to be the best bet asking her father, seeing as he liked Itachi much more. 'The best way to ask is to just go out and say it.' She repeated in her mind. "Itachi invited me to go over to his house and study tonight." She sat down on the couch next to her father, who was reading a news article. "His parents will be home, right?" He asked back, not making an effort to have eye contact. "Yes." She responded. "Dinner here or there?" Was his final question. "I think I'll have something there." Y/n was internally thrilled. It never went this smoothly before, and usually her mother would prevent her from going at all. "Itachi?" She shouldn't have jinxed it. Her mother yelled from another room, before she stormed out. "You're not going." She practically roared. "But dad already said I could." Her mother glared at her father. "He's not a bad guy, honestly. Have some faith in Y/n." A smile somehow creeped up her face. Despite their differences, it reminded her why she always looked up to her parents in a way, how she knew that despite that constant criticism, they still loved her, they just didn't show it much. "Fine, but change out of that ridiculous getup." She frowned, looking at the clock. "B/n will be here in twenty minutes, he can take you."

"Mom actually let you go?" B/n looked shocked when you asked him. "Well, she lets you go to Ino's house all the time." He frowned, almost as if he was going to say 'touche'. "I'm sorry, y'know? - I kinda let you take all the hits from them." She rolled her eyes. 'Kind of?' She thought to herself. "It's fine, I can take it." He patted her on the shoulder as they reached a stoplight. "The only reason they're like that is because they think that i'm just a dumb jock anyway, and have nothing better to do. Plus, they know that every girlfriend I have will just be gone in less than a month." He laughed, trying to ease the tension. "But I feel like Ino might be the one, y'know? She's different from all the others." He started to drive again. "Sure." Was the only thing Y/n had to say to that. Honestly, maybe she was? There was no way for Y/n to know, as she barely knew her. But it didn't really matter, since Itachi was only a few minutes away and her heart was beating unusually fast.

"Wow. I haven't been here in forever." Y/n laughed as Itachi opened the door. "I was pretty confused when I saw your text, honestly. I didn't think you'd be able to come." He laughed, gesturing inside. B/n started to pull out of the driveway. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" He shouted with a grin on his face. "I can't tell if that's a warning or permission." Y/n joked to Itachi, moving through the entrance. "Well, he definitely hasn't changed much, has he." Itachi led her to the table. His house was large and spacious, not to mention impeccably clean, no dust being visible on any of the shelves or the fan.

"Y/n!" A female voice exclaimed as Itachi's mother walked into the room. "It's been ages!" Mikoto gave her a long hug. "Mother, we need to study." Itachi stared at her. "Yes, yes, I know. I don't mean to take up all your time with her. I'll make up some snacks, okay?" She disappeared into the kitchen. "Sorry about that." He pulled out her chair before sitting in his. "There's nothing to be sorry about. If anything, I wish I could say high to Sasuke as well." Y/n smiled. "Do you have any chemistry topics you particularly want to focus on?" She asked, flipping through the textbook she took from her bag.

-

Hours had passed, and the sky was already getting darker considering it was almost 6:00. "Ah, Y/n's here." Fugaku noted as he hung his coat up in the closet and closed the door. "Isn't it great? She hasn't been here for ages!" Mikoto chimed in. "Dinner's almost ready!" She called, prompting Itachi and Y/n to start putting away their books. "So, how has Sasuke been doing?" Y/n asked, curious. "He must be... what... nine or so now?" She continued. "He's been less keen on joining the police, that's for sure." Itachi mentioned. "Well he is still so young, I doubt he has any true career opinions." She knew Fugaku always wanted them to join him. With Itachi excelling so much at school though, he had set his hopes of Sasuke more.

"I made some chicken soup, rice, we have fresh tomatoes from the garden, oh and lettuce as well." Mikoto spoke softly as she set the food down on the table. "This looks delicious!" Y/n replied. The dinner was mostly silent, a few remarks from Fugaku but mostly Mikoto and Y/n discussing what had been going on since they had last seen each other. "Really, B/n has a new girlfriend? I thought he said he was done with dating!" She laughed. "Well, he's never been great with sticking to his plans." Y/n explained, while Itachi just watched her speak.

'She has a wonderful relationship with my mother, and Father seems to be rather fond of her as well... though he doesn't show it much...' Itachi contemplated in his head. 'Plus, Sasuke loves her too... she's perfect...' he continued to space out lightly. "Itachi... Itachi?" He heard Y/n speak, him starting to shake his head aggressively. "Yeah, I'm awake. I'm awake!" He gasped, startled, hearing both her and Mikoto giggle while they cleared the dishes. "I can do the dishes myself, no need to help Y/n." She insisted. "Thank you so much, that was a wonderful dinner!" Y/n smiled, feeling like part of the family. It was one of the things that she loved so much, being with people who she got along so well with.

"I still have f/m... you know. And we finished all our planned studying..." Itachi sat on the couch in front of the TV. "It's getting late though, and I assume B/n will be heading back home soon anyway." Mikoto overheard their conversation. "You should stay over! Then you can see Sasuke in the morning." Y/n's face turned into a heavy blush, Itachi chuckling at the sight. "My parents would definitely not be okay with that, unfortunately." She tried to keep a straight face. "Oh, nonsense. I trust you both completely and they should too, plus i'll be up far later than you will be. I can give them a call, i'm very persuasive." And Y/n didn't doubt it. "I guess we can watch f/m then!" She responded excitedly. "I'll put it on." He smiled.

"Y/n, I have some clean pajamas that should fit you if you'd like, and we have spare toothbrushes as well." Mikoto said, handing her the fabric. "They said yes?" Y/n asked, shocked. She was fully ready to just head home in only a few minutes. "I made them a promise i'd be up the entire time, so they're fine with it, considering they let B/n sleep over at his girlfriend's house sometimes anyway and don't want to come get you themselves, as he's staying at his friends." She smiled. 'Finally, b/n comes through!' Y/n thought in her head. "Have fun with the movie!" Mikoto left the room, Y/n heading to the bathroom to change and brush her teeth.

"These are super comfortable." She mentioned, walking back into the room wearing the pajamas. They were a dark, reddish brown color and were made of silk, with little bows on each of the button clasps. The shirt went down just above her knees and the pants were loose and puffed out near the ankle a bit. "They look great on you." Itachi looked over, patting next to him on the couch. "My mom would hate the bows." She muttered, glancing at the TV, waiting for him to press play. "Do you care what she thinks?" He asked, in a surprisingly serious tone. "I mean, kind of I guess." She sighed. "I know you might not know this... but I think you're beautiful." He slightly whispered, looking into her eyes.

"You've never dated, you've had great grades, and yet they still don't let you do anything. It's complete hypocrisy and you know what? It hurts. It hurts a ton to see you constantly insulted by them, watching tears fall from your eyes yet you say you're fine and they think you're fine. I'm done with it. I will do whatever it takes to make them stop, because no matter how much you weigh, or whatever changes, you will always be beautiful to me, and beautiful to everyone else who loves you. Okay?" He practically shouted, taking in deep breaths after finishing his rant that got progressively more heated. "You love me?" She whispered, almost frightened in a way yet amazed, despite him being a man of many words. "Yes, of course. More than you will ever know, even more than your parents and brother combined."

"I love you too, Itachi." Y/n shuffled closer to him, moving under the blanket and resting her head on his shoulder. "If you don't mind me asking, how so?" He chuckled, hoping the darkness was hiding his flushed face. "How so for you?" She asked nervously. "I... Be mine, Y/n. Please. You are perfect, and I know it's cliche, but I promise to forever be yours as well." He stared at her, anxiously waiting for a response. Yet it was not words, that were said at that moment. It was a soft, subtle kiss on the cheek. "I would love to be. Now can we please watch the movie now? I'm tired." Itachi chuckled at his cuteness, turning on the movie though they only got a few minutes in before falling asleep.

"I knew she would be our daughter in law, y'know?" Mikoto looked at them from the doorway, Fugaku standing behind her. "You think I didn't either? She's not a bad one, really." Mikoto laughed at her stoic husband. "Oh, silly, you like her too." He rolled his eyes. "They might even be a better couple than us!" She quietly mentioned. "That I disagree with." Fugaku smirked. "Equal?" She asked. "Equal." He responded, heading up to their room to sleep.

#itachi #itachi uchiha #itachi x reader #itachi x y/n #itachi x you #fugaku uchiha #mikoto uchiha #naruto #sasuke

[infolane]

ARC V MONTH DAY 14 - Halfway to Heartland Tower

@arcvmonth​

The star of today’s how is no other than Kurosaki Ruri! So let’s talk a little about her.

At first, I wasn’t sure how to characterize her in roleplays and fanfiction, which was a huge problem because I did want to give her a more protagonistic role in writing! There is so little about her... barely any presence in the anime... so I started to pick up the shards where I could, focusing on neutral and negative qualities to balance things out.

I started with the idea of her wanting to understand the war and the uprooting of her life. From there, more and more bits became clear to me. She wants to step out of Shun’s shadow. She loves her friends, but feels like they don’t understand her her anymore. A metamorphosis, an egg, a bird hatching to finally see the sun-

The turning point was when I decided to base the way she speaks and interacts with the world on Good Sky, Vocal Marole and Petscop. Suddenly, she was a fundamentally strange person with many good intentions, but some odd ways to go about it. And that was that for Kurosaki Ruri!

Of course, different AUs call for different outfits. Pictured above is her, as found in @cathartes-ruri​ (which... we really need to get back to writing. Oops)

Now, for something different- a piece of fanfiction! Same AU as in the comics for other days. Has that become an overarching theme for this event? :o

It is two in the morning and he still hasn’t come back to his room. Ruri is glad she brought something to read in the meantime- just an old book of folklore. Tongue twisters, rhymes, monsters, stories, riddles, all compiled neatly in a book missing its cover and with chunks of pages missing.

She doesn’t mind it, really. If anything, she’s glad to see people have been reading it. A pristine book in a facility like this would also be the least liked one. The kind only Kaito would care about.

The door creaks open and Ruri perks up.

Sora has arrived.

It’s breathtakingly pitiful. Hair down, wearing that ratty nightgown from forever ago, eyes dead, expression perfectly neutral...

“...Did you wait for me?”, he asks, closing the door behind himself.

“If it wasn’t me it would be Rin.”

He grimaces. It’s not that he dislikes Rin, not in the slightest- Evibell is living proof of it. No- he just hates the worried face she makes every time. The difficult conversation had without words about their partnership.

The way she can’t even bring herself to call him a friend.

Well, Ruri isn’t her. Being much more shameless, she calls him a friend. At least that’s how Rin says it. That painful point of contention, of friction.

“If you are going to lounge around at least pay attention to me instead of spacing out~”, he says, light hearted as he picks out proper pajamas and enters the bathroom.

A personal bathroom...the kind of thing available for one room in each wing of the facility- though this, the north wing, has one extra room like that, reserved for Yuya and the other three.

Ruri wonders how Sora must have worked hard for this room. It’s a small thing, really, but giving him a place of his to retreat must be helpful.

Not like that year.

He’d come back from the woods drowning in satisfaction, smelling like cotton candy, eyes hazy, distant, having left a dismal world again.

When Serena came to talk, she shared what she knew- the source the smell is being altered by the nameless girl we saw. Someone is dead.

At that point, Ruri asked for her to stop. No need for details, for explanations. Let the rain take it away before the next time we escape into the woods to exercise our nonhuman parts.

The sound of running water.

Yes, it isn’t bothersome at all. He has a role to play, and so he does. You can envy that much... When the trial by fire comes, that figure will have mismatched eyes. He’ll be at center of the world, opening the door to that day you all became cursed.

If you look out the window, the nameless girl is once again a grand spire throbbing and pulsing skyward. This is proof Yuya is asleep, closed eyes sharing her shape with you.

The bathroom door opens and out he steps, already dressed, hair wrapped in a towel.

“Looking at her?”, he asks, coming closer. Ruri smiles.

“Don’t you think she’s beautiful?“

“You need a better taste, Ruri! And that’s coming from me.“

“I just appreciate the commitment to looking bad to see! It’s a step up from normal ghosts, isn’t it?“

“You think it’s a ghost?”

“Yeah. Or something like that- what do you think, Sora?“

He seems lost in thought for a moment before sighing.

“I dunno. I think it’s less of a thing and more of an spectacle. Sometimes there’s that thing outside, sometimes there’s the birds-“

“Those are my favorite.”

“Course it would be~“ He snickers. “But you get it, right? The stuff on the walls, the eyes, the iterations... it’s creepy, but it’s also like a message. A really roundabout one.”

While he talks, Ruri undoes the towel and picks up a brush, beginning the process.

“Do you think we can understand the message if we try?”

“Mm... instead of an answer from me, I wanna hear from you, Ruri-chan.“

That is something she likes about him. He wants to know. He wants to step into her world, see with her eyes, rather than assume things.

The brush pulls off much falling hair.

“I think we are part of the message as well. Once Rin’s trial by fire kills off all unnecessary bits... then I think we will get to understand, even if we give up our memories for his sake...“

Yuto. Yuya. Yugo. Yuri. Four faces of a single person and the epicenter. They have their roles to play. The way to the truth. A sea of blue getting untangled. Is it selfish to want to get to take care of someone like this? To take care of someone before you must return to the shadow of being cared for.

I should be happy to get to move in with Shun.

But she isn��t.

She just wants moments like this to last forever. There is so much untold but mutually understood...

“Sora... I’m sorry. I’m sorry I love your nightmare. Days like these. I’m sorry that I’m your friend. Things are going to hurt a lot more for all of us before it gets better.”

“...Weirdo.“

That much affection in one word...

Outside, the nameless girl sways, covered in feathers.

#arcvmonth2023 #arcvmonth

[rainestormes]

     Grom Queen

Chapter 3/5: A Couple Expectations

It was finally Grom night. Soon, the doors would open to reveal a gym-turned-ballroom filled with shiny decorations and even shinier outfits. Just the thought of it was enough to make Raine’s stomach twirl. 

     They looked presentable enough. Most of their wardrobe was red, it being the Bard color, and their suit wasn’t any different. A gray earring hung from their right ear and their fingers glimmered with silver rings they stole—borrowed—from their mom. 

     However, there was one problem Raine couldn’t shake: their hair. Eda was right the other day; it was getting pretty long. Longer than they’d like. Their mom was used to cutting it for them, but they’d been putting off asking and now she wasn’t home and you have thirty minutes to get ready and— they swallowed the nausea and grabbed a pair of scissors. 

     Raine looked themself in the mirror and raised them up to their bangs.

     They took a deep breath.

     “Let’s hope this isn’t a huge mistake.”

—

     This is it, Lilith thought to herself. This is the big night.

     She didn’t know why she felt so anxious. Her self-imposed training had been ruthless in the past week, and she knew every offense spell imaginable from heart. If there was anything Lilith Clawthorne wasn’t, it was unprepared.

     Part of her knew that it had been for nothing. Grometheus wasn’t called the Fear-Bringer because of its physical strength—it was its ability to read and toy with its targets that stood out. Lilith tried making a list of her biggest fears, but came back with nothing. Whatever they were, though, she was ready to kick them in the groin.

     She ran her fingers through her hair, sighing. The red mess was now straight—or appeared like it, due to a concealment stone attached to her button-up shirt. Her glasses were illusioned away as well, alongside that annoying pimp on her forehead. The turquoise of the stone matched her eyes and her stockings. Lilith spinned her dark skirt around in front of her bedroom mirror. She looked… pretty.

     “Knock knock knock!” A voice called from the other side of the door. Eda barged into the room, not waiting for an answer, and Lilith rolled her eyes.

     “You know you can just actually knock, right?”

     “That’s what they expect me to do!”

     “Who’s th- oh, whatever.” She eyed her little sister’s brown suit and uneven red tie. “Your tie looks like it tried to strangle itself. Come here, let me fix it for you.”

     “Uh, it’s part of my charm,” Eda said, but complied. Lilith did as she said, occupying her hands while her mind drifted away. 

     Eda noticed her frown and mirrored it. “Snail for your thoughts?”

     She cleared her throat, letting go of her sister’s tie. “I’m not sure I’m ready.”

     Both of them knew what she was talking about. Eda smiled, her amber eyes sparkling.

     “Hey, you have nothing to worry about! I’ve seen you fight, and let me tell you, Grom would be lucky to even be able to come back next year. Besides, your biggest fear is probably getting an A- on a test. Or everyone finding out about your lizard-themed pajamas.”

     “They’re snorses, Edalyn,” Lilith huffed, but couldn’t help a grin from creeping into her face.

     “Snorses, shnorses!” She snorted. “You’ll do great, Lily. I know you will.”

—

     Raine had already arrived when the sisters got to Hexside. From the moment Eda walked into the ballroom, her eyes were glued on them. They were standing on the sidelines, away from everyone else, shifting their weight between their legs and looking like they were about to vomit. Eda sighed dreamily. 

     Lilith would never understand crushes.

     Still, she pushed her sister in Raine’s direction, watching as they took in each other’s outfits. Eda is the first to break the silence.

     “Raine, hi! You got a haircut!”

     “Oh, yeah, I did,” they scratched the back of their head and laughed, but there was a hint of truth in their voice. “If it looks too bad, please spare my feelings. I don’t wanna hear it.”

     “It doesn’t! You- you look nice.”

     Raine flushed, dimples making themselves visible. “You do too.”

     “Don’t I always?” Eda threw her hair over her shoulder, hitting Lilith in the face and earning a chuckle from Raine.

     “Argh, Eda!” Lilith said, pushing her out of her way. “If you two promise not to set fire to anything while I’m gone, I’ll be getting ready outside.” 

     “No promises!” 

—

     Why, in the name of the Titan, were her palms so sweaty?

     Eda never prouded herself in her planning skills. In fact, she always bragged about keeping it cool and going with the flow. She didn’t know why that was so hard when it came to Raine.

     That had been a recent development, one she wasn’t quite sure she liked. Eda wanted things to stop being so awkward between them. She wasn’t sure if confessing her feelings would ease or contribute to that. 

     Their conversation had died down and they were now sitting in a corner, sipping on apple juice. After watching their classmates dance a few songs with each other, she decided: screw it.

      “Hey, so… I know it’s a little late, but I figured…” she trailed off. Raine looked at her expectantly. “So, the other day, I actually wanted to ask… ugh, why is this so hard?!”

     “Do you wanna be my Grom date?” They said it so fast Eda barely understood them. Their cheeks were red, matching their suit, and so were hers—yeah, she’d definitely heard that right.

     “Oh, I was almost ready to say it!”

     “Sorry, sorry, let’s start this over. You wanted to ask…?”

     “If you’d like to be my Grom date?”

     “Yes!” Raine exclaimed a bit too loud, then cleared their throat. “I mean, yes, I would like that. A lot.”

     Eda’s shoulders dropped in relief. Her face muscles hurt from smiling. She got up and bowed, offering them her hand.

     “Will you do me the honor of this dance?”

     Raine punched her shoulder, but accepted it. 

     A few songs later, Perry, one of their classmates, found his way upstage. Eda and Raine watched as he tapped the microphone a few times for good measure. His suit was a deep Oracle purple, and she turned to whisper in their ear:

     “He probably had to beg Principal Faust to let him wear any color other than beige up there.” 

     They both chuckled before Perry finally spoke.

     “Hello, hello, everyone looks great tonight! I’m sure you’re all excited for our main event, and I’m here to tell you you won’t have to wait any longer. Please welcome this year’s Grom Queen, from the Potions track, the talented Lilith Clawthorne!” 

     Everyone cheered, but Eda cheered the loudest.

—

     All eyes were on her as Lilith walked into the gym. She spotted her sister waving at her in the crowd and gulped. Slowly, the doors to the basement opened to unleash Grometheus.

     Then, the nightmare started.

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[sweetbillwriting]

Blue Angels - Chapter III

Characters: AU Gordan Merkel from Atomic Blonde played by Bill Skarsgård. The rest is my own original characters.

Setting: This story is set in a country that is hard to find on a map, in a city without a name and in a time similar to our own with some exceptions.

Music: Fear and Loathing by MARINA and Too Drunk To Fuck by Dead Kennedys.

Warnings: 18+, alcohol, drunkeness,mental health problems, unconventional love, ageism, mentions about sex and masturbation.

Notes: You can find earlier chapters here.

Once again had Gordan left us. Two women in heartache. This time he was gone for a month. A month that started with oppressive heat and then turned to a dry dark autumn. Both the sun and the rain seem to have left together with Gordan. The first week both Marta and I were more or less depressed and spent most of our time in our separate beds. Just as I did, she probably thought about Gordan, his smile, his scent. He was so special. Never did I really feel connected to a guy. There was always something that made a relationship with a man hard, like we didn't speak the same language. That wasn't the way with Gordan. Even though I could feel he had secrets I felt a deep connection to him, beyond sexual desire. He awoke feelings in me I haven't felt since I was a child, a child without the knowledge of the world's cruelty. He was like the friend I had met behind the big oak by our house when I was five. Beautiful, happy, smart and always interested and understanding, like they had experienced the same thing. Then I was forced to confess that I made the person up and they were just a creation from everything I wish I was and I wish I had. This time my imaginary friend was real. Beautiful and kind, capable of magic.

When I left my room after a week and I had put on something else other than my washed out pajama pants and even put on some makeup. Marta sat by the kitchen table, reading a magazine with her red reading glasses perched on her nose. She had also put on one of her regular black outfits but I could see she hadn't taken the time to make her updo and make up as perfect as when Gordan was here. But it was a step up, both of us had made some sort of improvement.

“Do you want coffee,” she asked. She had a small floral cup next to the magazine.

“Yeah, sure. How are you,” I asked as I sat down on the chair opposite Marta's while she stood up to make me a cup of coffee. She had learned I liked milk in my coffee and even fixed that for me.

“I think that's hard to say when he’s away… I guess I get more and more used to him going away…”

She gave me the coffee cup and then sat down. I nodded as an answer to what she said. I guess she was right, this time I hadn't been sorrowful as long as the first time he went away, now I even started to feel some acceptance.

We continued to improve and when the month had passed people around us couldn't see that we had open wounds, the loss of Gordan. I had taken for granted that Marta felt the same as me. In a way we could unite in our loss for Gordan but it was still hard to really be with her for the same reason. We wanted the same man.

*

As usual I sat and tried to study with Victoria and Leona the morning Gordan’s ship came to town again. They were good at studying, I was not. I had passed the re-examination and examination number two while Gordan was home but when he was gone the studying became just as hard again. It felt so pointless, I couldn't see the meaning if he wasn't with me.

Victoria looked amused at me while I drew a puppy with big eyes in my notebook.

“Lucky for you, you’ll soon have energy again…” she said with a smirk. I gave her a confused look and then at Leona who also smiled. Suddenly two heavy hands laid on my shoulders.

“No this can't be my Ella, that’s drawing puppies instead of studying,” Gordan said. I looked up at him at the same time he said it and met his big puppy eyes and teasing smile.

My body reacted at once to his presence and I threw myself at him.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…” I hugged him hard and he lifted me a bit from the ground. He laughed.

“Oh Gordan!” I broke from the hug to look at his face. I had overlooked that he had a mustache the first time I looked at him but now my eyes couldn't stop looking at the hairs above his lip.

“What’s this?” All my inhibitions were thrown out the window when I was with Gordan. My impulses and feelings made my decisions and I dragged my thumb over his lip. He laughed but pulled his head away.

“I’m testing something new. Do you like it?” His smile made me laugh with joy.

“Sure… Sure… But isn't it a bit sparse?” I tried to touch it again but he pulled away again with an amused smile.

“Hopefully it will get fuller over time.”

I could stop myself from laughing at him and I continued to do so as we walked home together. It was just so funny, him with a mustache but even I could see it did suit his face and style. It fit his dramatic look. I could see how people perceived him. It was probably because of his appearance, with his long black coat and heavy boots. Today he had a leather band knotted around his long elegant neck. But people also turned their heads because of his aura. He just had that aura celebrities had and people probably assumed he was a model or an actor. Or they had heard of the rumor about him, about him arriving in the rain. I looked up at him with a smile. I was proud of walking next to a man like him and even prouder when he took my hand in his.

"Marta darling! I'm home!" He shouted with a singsong voice when we were home. It took no time for Marta to come out and hug Gordan who hugged back just as tightly.

"Oh my handsome boy!" Marta said to Gordan while I took off my shoes. I felt a bit like the third wheel but decided to disconnect from that feeling. Gordan was home, I shouldn't pout right now. It was a day of celebration.

"I want some coffee but after that I'm going to do some grocery shopping. What do my girls say about veal tonight?"

"That sounds fantastic! But can you buy some gin, then we can have some drinks?" Marta said and patted Gordan's chest.

"Sure, what is your favorite drink?" He turned to me.

"Em…Oh. I don't know," I said, a bit insecure. It felt like the drinks I liked weren't fancy enough to mention in front of them.

"You can come with me to the store, it might inspire you," Gordan said with a smile to me and I smiled back. More time for us alone!

Grocery shopping with Gordan was an experience. He didn't push the grocery cart, he more rode on it like it was a kickbike. Everywhere people turned their head towards the six foot three punk dude riding a grocery cart with long legs. First people looked annoyed but Gordan's appearance and smile made everyone smile and laugh. When we stood by the alcohol he walked around and sang "Too Drunk To Fuck" while he swayed his heard. A male customer, a head shorter than Gordan with a big beard laughed and started to sing with him.

"What will you have today?" He asked Gordan who looked at the bottles like they were candy.

"Ooooh, I don't know. I think I should let my girl decide," he nodded at me and I laughed with blushing cheeks. His girl.

"So what will you want?" The man asked me with a smile.

"I don't know. I'm not so good at this. Something sweet?"

Gordan looked at the man with a knowing smile and they shook their heads.

"Something sweet for my sweetie," Gordan said and then grabbed a bottle of cointreau.

I smiled and stepped closer to him.

"Was that the sweetest thing you could find for your sweetie?"

"The sweetest thing I will buy," he said and booped my nose twice with his finger.

"Have a nice night, love birds," the man said with a smile when he walked away. Gordan gave him a nod and then smiled at me, which I answered. Love birds, that's us.

"Are you and Marta together?" I suddenly asked while Gordan watched my lips, he looked up at me confused.

"Hmm?"

"Are you and Marta a couple?"

"What?" He looked dumb and played with his buttom lip.

"Can you just give me an answer," even if my body sparkled with joy of being with Gordan again I became annoyed at him.

"What? No! No, what? She could be my grandmother." He said and gave me a pointed look. "I know she… Has some sort of feelings for me but I don't feel that way for her. Even if she is a fantastic woman."

I couldn't stop myself from throwing myself around his neck. God, this was such a relief.

I laughed a bit, out of happiness but also because I showed my emotions so openly.

"That's… Great…" I said and laughed a bit more.

The evening became festive with drinks and food. Gordan entertained with dancing and singing and he even sang along to my music. But under all the happiness I wondered if he had been honest with me because he still gave Marta more attention than me when we were with her. I had started to believe he had a deeper interest for me but I questioned that when I saw them together. Hugging her, complimenting her… What did he want from her? I looked around the spacious apartment while they danced in the living room. It was big, with mahogany furniture, oriental rugs and oil paintings. Was it about money? Was he just here to scam her?

I looked at them while they danced. Marta, so petite against Gordan's broad chest. He smiled big and tightened his grip around her waist. He was such a charismatic person, did he use that to get what he wanted?

Marta had become tired of their dancing and went to bed which left me and Gordan alone in the living room. He still affected me just as much but I now also felt an unease. I couldn’t stop thinking about him being a conman.

"Come and join me, I should slow down a bit," he said with a cute voice from the couch. I gave him a look and then peered down at my drinking glass.

"You want something more to drink? I can get a bottle of wine. I don't think Marta minds."

He excused himself to the kitchen. Marta wouldn't mind but I now felt a bit sick because he used her generosity.

Gordan joined me in the living room again with a bottle and two glasses and sat down on the sofa.

"Sit down with me," he said and looked at me with a smile.

I hesitated a bit before I sat down and I saw on his face that he noticed.

"Is it something?" He asked.

I sighed a little and looked at his face. I could feel every fiber in my body reacting but I knew I couldn't let that control me.

"You and Marta… I feel like I'm missing something,"

He played a bit with his mustache.

"We are just friends, I promise," he said.

"But you act on her feelings for you. Do you… Use her for something?"

He looked at me with an offended expression.

"No? I just like to see her happy."

"Why?"

He looked at me confused.

"Why wouldn't I? She is my friend, I care for her."

I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my hands. It still felt like he was hiding something but I also had a feeling he wouldn't tell me. I looked at him again and he looked at me with big eyes. My emotions were sparkling and I knew I couldn't stop from acting on them anymore.

I moved closer to him and he smiled a little and moved closer to me.

"I think I just…" I said while watching his lips.

"Just?" He said with a low voice, licking his lips.

"...I get jealous…"

He smiled a bit and let me drag a finger over his jean clad thigh.

"If I kiss you, will you feel better then?"

I just smiled as an answer. It was an answer that would explain my happiness. Just a few seconds later he pressed his plush lips against mine. It’s hard to explain how it was and what happend inside me because I had never felt the emotion before. It was like pure euphoria swam through my blood. I felt light and heavy at once and my heart hammered harder than it ever had without being unpleasant. I wanted that feeling forever.

Gordan looked at me with heavy eyes but moved away from me even if I wanted more.

"Please…" I whispered.

"I think it's time for me to go to bed…" he said. He gave me a hug, probably so that I wouldn't feel completely rejected. Then he left the wine bottle on the table and me alone on the sofa.

*

It rained a long time after Gordan had come to town and it was needed. After all the rain the sun came and it became such a vibrant autumn, one you only see in movies. Gordan continued to spread joy, to me and Marta but also to every person he met. Victoria and Leona met him a couple of times and they understood why I liked him so much. He and I continued to flirt a bit but he didn't give me a chance to kiss him again.

It was in the first week of November he told Marta and I about his new job. We sat at Marta's favorite café that served the most luxurious cakes with champagne. Both Marta and Gordan were dressed in black turtlenecks while I stood out in my pink sweater.

"So I’m working on the same thing but for another company so the trips will be longer," he said while he dug into his chocolate cake.

"And what does that mean?" Marta asked while watching him dig in his cake.

"That I will be away for a longer time but it will be fewer trips," he said and put a full spoon in his mouth.

"Oh…" said Marta and looked at me. I couldn't get a word out because my heart beated so fast in my chest.

"Like how long?" Marta continued.

"Two months is the next trip. I will go after Christmas."

Gordan looked between me and Marta with a guilty expression.

"But then I will be home until June."

Marta and I were still quiet. It was a lot to digest. Two months was a long time.

"Okay... Well if this is what you want then we will of course support you," said Marta and looked between Gordan and I. I nodded a bit but under the table I hugged Gordan's knee with my hand.

"It is. And you two have each other," he said. This time it didn't feel as it did when I had just moved in with them. I had learned to like Marta and to be alone with her wasn't so hard. Much has happened since I moved in and it didn't feel like Marta was as dependent on Gordan. Both of us could be without him.

*

The studying was easier when Gordan was home even if he wasn't with me. And even if he was at home I spent more time at the university. It was nice to come home from a long day at campus and be greeted by loud music and the scent of food. Gordan made great food everyday that I sometimes even fantasized about his food when I was on campus. One day I couldn't stop thinking about Gordan and his food so I decided to go home early. I almost ran through the colorful leaves to get home earlier but when I broke through the door only silence met me. The apartment was empty of punk noise and only the scent of roses and Chanel no.5 could be detected. I didn't really know why I thought that Gordan was constantly home cooking? I sighed to myself when I took off my outerwear. I went slowly through the apartment and took my time to look at all Marta's stuff. A lamp in the shape of a shell, a painting with blue angels and pink porcelain cats on most flat surfaces. It was a fantastic apartment and all the things made me smile. I felt a warm feeling in my chest and up to my cheeks and it felt like… Gordan's presence. Was he home? Curiosity led me to his door and on impulse I opened it.

I wasn't prepared for what I would see, at all but for just a few seconds I got to see Gordan's naked body in bed. He had a big hand wrapped around his erection but I couldn't see much more than that before he put the cover over himself.

"Oh shit… Ella…!" He said embarrassed and put his hands over his face. I felt the warm acid in my veins taking over and I lost all inhibitions again. I walked slowly towards him and he lowered his hands when he heard me come into the room. He looked at me with big eyes and parted lips. He looked so innocent and I smiled at him. I sat down on the bed next to him and looked at his face and the part of his chest he hadn't covered. I laid a hand on his stomach over the cover and he looked between my hand and face with the same innocent expression. I giggled a bit at him and caressed his stomach and chest until I could take a hold of the edge of the cover.

"Can I see?" I asked and gave the cover a small tug.

*

#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #writing #fan fiction #story #bill skarsgård writing #bill skarsgård fanfiction

[immersed-in-mischief]

Prince Charming (Loki x Female Reader)- Part 2

I was too excited to wait any longer before posting part 2! This part is pretty long but it didn’t feel right to split it anywhere. Over 3k words! 

Summary: Things with Chaos begin to develop pretty quickly now that Loki his preoccupied with is new girl.

Warnings: none, just fluff 

 "Nice of you to join us, Sleeping Beauty!”

10 minutes late. Chaos had certainly accepted the challenge, alright. The sun was already peeking through the building outside your window when the two of you called it a night. Could it still be calling it a night when it wasn’t night anymore though? You had lost track of time in the shower replaying the conversation over again. The lack of hot water quickly brought you back to reality and you grabbed the closest outfit you could reach and threw your hair up in a bun as you raced to the conference room. You noticed Loki giving you a confused stare from across the table. He pretended to pay attention while typing a message out to you from his tablet.

L.Laufeyson: You’re staring off into space and grinning like a mad man. Stop it. It makes you look creepy.

You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him when Rogers turned his back to face the screen.

Who are you calling creepy? I know you only pay attention to the parts about hostile takedowns. Maybe I just really enjoy 7am mission briefings. You don’t know me as well as you think you do Mischief!

When Tony shared a look between you and Loki from his end of the table, you both put the tablets down and made a better attempt to pay attention. You tried to quietly hide your yawn. Maybe you could sneak in a nap later since you hadn’t actually gotten a wink of sleep.

Over the next few weeks, you not only talked to Chaos every night you weren’t away for a mission, the two of you had begun to exchange a few messages throughout the day as well when you both weren’t busy with work. Since you weren’t really hanging out with Loki much anymore, it was a welcomed distraction. You had come across him on his phone on several occasions with his book carelessly discarded somewhere nearby. He always seemed to get frustrated with you when you interrupted his reading so this girl must really be special to him. One afternoon, you swore you heard him sigh after putting his phone away. It felt like a punch to the gut. If he even noticed that you hadn’t had one of your movie nights or dinners together in nearly a month, it didn’t seem to bother him. It just gave you more excuses to return the flirtatious advances from Chaos. You couldn’t say that you were really fighting it all that hard though. It may have started out as a distraction, but it felt really good to feel wanted by someone again. Being head over heels for your best friend, coworker, and pretty much roommate makes dating kind of difficult.

With Rogers away on a mission, you cut training a few minutes short to hurry back to your room. A huge grin slowly spread to see the light in the corner of your tablet flashing. Even though it was hard, you resisted the huge to check the message and made yourself shower and change first. Once you were changed into your pajamas for the night, you curled up on the corner of the sofa in your room and slid the screen on.

Dove, I know you won’t see this until late this evening, but I didn’t want to wait another second to tell you that I truly missed our talks the last several nights while I was away. I’m anxiously counting down the minutes until you arrive home from work. You’ve quickly become my favorite part of my day

This guy knew exactly what to say to make you swoon. Part of you was glad he couldn’t see how often he made you blush. You noticed the message was sent just before you returned to your room and Chaos was still logged in.

What if you didn’t have to wait until late this evening?

The fact that he was immediately responding made you smile. Although it was foolish to believe the guy would be staring at the computer waiting for you, it still gave you butterflies when he was so eager to talk to you.

I’d say that’s the best news I’ve heard all day. Not that I’m not excited to see you online, but don’t you still have a few hours of work left, darling?

Grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch, you snuggled up on the couch with the charger for your tablet placed within reach.

Boss is out of town, so I cut out early today. Curling up at home to watch the rain while talking to my favorite person sounded better anyways 😉

Your secret is safe with me. Rainy afternoons curled up with a good book is on my list of favorite things, though speaking with you might have recently taken a higher position on said list. Would it be too forward of me to say that I would rather spend a rainy afternoon like this by your side instead of speaking through an electronic device?

There it goes again. You feel the heat on your cheeks as you bite your lip to control the grin on your face.

Were you really on a business trip or were you just spending time thinking of things to say to make me blush? Not that I’m complaining really. To answer your question, no it wouldn’t be too forward. I was thinking the same just now actually…

You always know how to make me laugh. Unfortunately, I’m not that smooth. I truly was away for business. I can’t help but wonder now how often I cause a blush to form on your cheeks. Maybe that will be my new mission, though it would not be a fruitful endeavor without seeing it in person. I’m sure it’s adorable

Not that smooth? I beg to differ! The number of times you make me absolutely swoon tells a different story. In order to keep my dignity, I won’t disclose what that number actually is at the moment. Let’s just say you must read classical literature and Shakespeare on a regular basis because it shows. Enough of my blushing and swooning! So, Chaos, if we were to be face to face on a rainy afternoon like this, how would we spend it? Not that I am assessing your dating skills or anything… or am I?

The fact that I make you blush and swoon often is quite flattering actually. I was raised somewhat old-fashioned I guess you could say. I was taught that a woman should be treated as a princess and that anything less is disrespectful. I guess you could thank my mother for that. If I’m being completely transparent, you tend to cause me to “blush and swoon” quite often as well, Dove. The feelings you stir within me make it nearly impossible to not let a smile grace my lips at the very thought of you…

Now that I’m sure I have a blush once again residing on your cheeks, I believe you inquired about my dating skills in a not-so-subtle way… Given the honor to have you accompany me on a date on a rainy afternoon such as this, I would say that a visit to a secondhand bookstore would be in order. I of course have a few around the city I like to frequent already. I would enjoy the opportunity to discover what books captured your attention and compare our favorites. Once we had found a few treasures and picked out at least one for the other to enjoy, we would find a place to sit and converse, just like we do here already. A quiet corner of a coffee shop would be a preferred place of mine. It would give us the chance to people watch as well. We could even make up stories about their lives and what we thought their day had entailed. If you didn’t feel it to be too intimate for such a date, I wouldn’t be opposed to finding a quiet place to curl up together to watch the rain and sit and read together.

I admit that I’m now quite curious, Darling. How does my answer fair in your assessment that you may or may not be performing on my ability to court?

You reread his answer a few times before you remembered that you now needed to write back. How could you be so flustered over….words? Now seemed like a good time to run to the kitchen for a snack. Something told you that you had already decided exactly how you wished to spend your evening.

As you made yourself a hot tea and let yourself imagine what a date like that with him would be like, you looked up to see Nat and Wanda standing there staring at you.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?”

They shared a look before turning back to you.

“Nat, I think our girl just literally floated into the room. She also hasn’t stopped smiling for days now. Could it possibly have anything to do with this mystery guy that you keep dashing away to talk to on your tablet possibly?”

Wanda and Nat laughed as they stood and waited for their answer. Nat was even more forward.

“It’s no secret. You charge that tablet nearly three times a day now. When are you just going to meet him already? You obviously are already completely smitten with each other. It’s written all over your face and if he is making you look like this all of the time, he must be pretty dreamy.”

You willed the kettle to heat up faster to escape this conversation.

“I don’t know. Maybe we will meet up at some point, but things are pretty great right now. What if we meet in person and there is no chemistry?”

Nat came and put a hand on either cheek, holding your head in her hands.

“Sweetie, if this guy was enough to help you forget that you are madly in love with your best friend, then there is zero chance that you two lack chemistry.”

They both laughed at the shocked look on your face. Wanda patted you on the shoulder and whispered as she walked by.

“Yeah, we know about that too. You don’t hide the way you stare at him very well. The only person who can’t see your feelings is Loki.”

Squeezing the bridge of your nose out of frustration, you whispered under your breath.

“Are there no secrets in this building?!”

Wanda seemed to get an idea and turned back around before leaving the kitchen.

“The costume party! That’s how you can meet him in person! Invite him to Tony’s costume party next week. If you don’t feel it in person, you will be in disguise anyways since it’s a masquerade ball! It’s perfect! Your own little fairy tale!”

Just as Nat got excited as well, you put a stop to it.

“Absolutely not! That is so cliché even for you two! Plus, I’m not meeting him for the first time in the lion’s den. That’s just cruel. Get over it. I am not inviting him to Tony’s party, end of discussion.”

“Inviting who?”

Your head whipped around to see Loki standing at the edge of the kitchen. His wet hair formed soft curls against his shoulders and left damp spots on the tight t-shirt that hugged him in all the right places. The sweatpants that hug low on his hips didn’t help stop your breath from quickening. You felt frozen under his gaze.

“Who are you not inviting, Bug?”

Before you could answer, Nat spoke up.

“Her new Boy Toy…”

You shot a warning glare to her before turning back to Loki in time to catch the smirk form on his lips.

“Boy Toy? Is that who has been stealing you away from me? Well then, sit by me tonight for movie night and you can tell me why exactly he is not being invited to Tony’s party.”

“I uh… I can’t tonight.”

He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at you.

“Come on Ladybug. I haven’t seen you in days and we both know we haven’t had a movie night in ages. Don’t you love me anymore?”

You unsuccessfully hid the squeak that escaped at his question. The pout he gave you told you that he was joking and not actually acknowledging the fact that you had been head over heels for him for way longer than should be allowed. Just as you tried to come up with anything at all to say, Wanda covered for you.

“She has a date with the Boy Toy.”

He seemed to accept that answer.

“Fine. But I expect you to attend the next one, Bug. Better not keep the Boy Toy waiting now.”

As he turned to head into the living room, the kettle started to whistle, and you let out a sigh of relief. When you finished making your tea and grabbing enough snacks to not have to leave your room anymore tonight, you turned to face them one more time.

“You two better help me find a damn good costume… I can’t believe I’m going to do this.”

They giggled and high fived as you shook your head. On the way back to your room, your mind drifted back to Loki. It was time to move on. At the mention of you dating someone, there was zero trace of jealously or emotion in his face. He didn’t see you like that and he never would. You had a guy that showed genuine interest in you and freely let you know as well. There was no wondering if Chaos wanted something more with you than a casual chat online. Meeting a stranger in person couldn’t be any safer than in a high security tower surrounded by the Avengers.

You took a sip of your tea and smiled at the flashing light on the tablet on the couch beside you.

I hope your silence isn’t an indication of a poor assessment…

Sorry! No not at all! I just stepped away for a minute to get something to eat. Although it is fun to make you sweat it out a little…

To say I’m relieved is an understatement, Dove. I thought maybe I had made you uncomfortable earlier.

Quite the opposite actually. It sounds like the perfect date to be honest. I’m quite the cuddler when given the chance. In fact, I’m curled up with a blanket and a hot tea as we speak…

Then I shall be jealous of said blanket and mug since they get to cuddle with you instead of me… Since we appear to both have the same thoughts as to what constitutes the perfect date, does that mean you find my skills adequate?

I suppose… 😊

So, Chaos, if you’ve already put thought into the two of us on a date, does that mean that you might want more than just exchanging messages online?... now I’m the one worried about being too forward!

 As the bubbles appeared and you waited for a response, you started to regret being so blunt with your questioning.

Darling, I’ve wanted that longer than I care to admit, so no you are not being too forward. I’ve thought about breaching the subject of meeting you in person for some time but could never gather the courage to do so. I’ve honestly never had a connection with someone truly as strong as I feel with you. Is a face-to-face meeting something you might want as well?

Absolutely. I’ve been nervous to bring it up too. I didn’t want to assume that the connection was mutual and end up embarrassing myself. I’ve made the mistake in the past of letting my heart get involved to find out too late that those feelings were not returned. It’s not something I wish to go through more than once.

Dove, I can assure you that is not the case with me. I assure you that any feelings you may have developed are returned tenfold. I have never seen your face or heard your voice, yet you have my heart… Does this mean I will soon get the opportunity to see the effects of this blushing and swooning you speak of with my own eyes?

That is really good to hear and I guess I need to start hiding such effects now… So … there is a reason for my line of questioning actually…

Oh? It that so? Please continue…

I’ve actually been given an invitation to a party at Stark Tower next weekend being hosted by the Avengers. Since we did meet in an Avengers chat room, it seems kind of poetic that we meet up at an event hosted by them.

It really is poetic isn’t it? I’m aware of the event you speak of though I hadn’t planned on attending. I would be willing to reconsider however if I knew that you were in attendance as well. Is it a masquerade ball in fact, is it not?

Yes, everyone attending is expected to be in costume. If I was not only in attendance, but there as your date, would it be enough to help you reconsider?...

More than enough, My Love.

Well, it’s a date then 😊

It would be my honor, Dove. There is still one matter to discuss. If we are both in costume, how exactly will I know when I’ve found you?

Would it be too cliché to attend as Cinderella and Prince Charming? It is a ball after all.

Not at all. In fact, I find it to be quite a romantic gesture to meet my princess for the first time dressed as her Prince Charming. You deserve to have your fairy tale moment, Darling.

So, it’s settled then. Next Saturday. Do you need me to get you put on the guest list?

That won’t be necessary. You aren’t the only one with connections, Love.

#loki fluff #loki smut #loki angst #loki fanfic #loki fandom #loki laufeyson #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston angst #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fanfiction #marvel

[joestarwhore]

NSFW Yandere Josuke (18+) x Female reader

his little darling managed to escape her obsessive and derange boyfriend house while he was gone.

She trys to get help and does but the good samaritan is Jotaro who leads her back to Josuke thinking she was over reacting.

Josuke angry she escape he takes her back home and has idea to keep her safe and home by finally putting a ring on her

Like The Ocean Finds The Shore (NSFW 18+)

Authors Note: 18+ ONLY. if you’re a minor please find another blog, this writings and scripts are not written for your audience. thank you bb!

You didn’t know what made it worse. The tears in your eyes? Or maybe it was the pouring rain in the pitch black night; never the less, you were barely able to make out where you were, much less which direction you were going. The muscles in your body screamed for relief, the gashes angrily stinging against the rain, pushing you to run far, far away from the house that became your personal Hell.

Anywhere was better than being with him.

Your legs burned as you pushed yourself down the hill, gaining as much distance as you could away from Josuke. You couldn’t help to think of the events that led to this; gaining a stand from Keijo, meeting Koichi in odd circumstances, all the tiny little interactions that led to you accidentally tripping over a brick. Right into Josuke’s unmoving backside.

The thunder was incredibly deafening, lighting up the city of Morioh below you. You didn’t know if Josuke had discovered your absence yet, but you knew you had to be far away from him when he did. You knew it was just a matter of time.

Suddenly the grass became concrete, and concrete became asphalt. Relief flooded through you as you realized that you had finally made it into city limits. You looked around for any sign of safety you could take, your sights finally landing on the Grand Morioh Hotel.

‘Oh my god, Jotaro!’ You started sprinting towards the doors, bypassing any on looker or someone saying any comment to you, all you cared about was finding the receptionist and finding Jotaro. You ran down the hall to the Plaza, seeing the nice attendant lady who always seemed to be the one working for the desk. As soon as she saw you approach, her smile went from one of welcome to a grimace of worry. “Oh my word sweetie, are you okay?? Do you need any help??”

You leaned on the desk for a second to catch your breath. “Actually.. yes there is something.. you could do..”, you took a deep breath, “can you tell me what room Jotaro Kujo is in? We’re related & we have a family member in the hospital and it’s imperative that I fill him in on what’s going on.” Not the best lie you’ve ever told but at this point, you couldn’t afford to be precise. The desk attendant nodded with assured hums, “Yes honey of course, give me just one second.”

You breathed in relief. Thank God. Josuke definitely knew by now that you were gone, & would absolutely be searching for you. Finding Jotaro gave you a little hope for safety but even still; Josuke was relentless.

“Okay darlin, 8th floor, 6th suite, it’ll be the one at the very end!!” Relief swept over you as you quickly expressed your thanks, sprinting up the stairs towards your destination. ‘This is utterly insane’ you thought to yourself; you were running from your deranged boyfriend to his nephew that’s a decade older than he is. Your clothes were torn, wet, your skin was bruised and bleeding out, a state of being you weren’t familiar with.

The raw emotion you felt as you reach Jotaro’s door can only be described as a broken hallelujah. You banged on his door as hard as you can, not stopping until Jotaros towering frame swung the door open.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” His stone cold expression seemed to always be unwavering, but at the sight of you his eyes betrayed him. “What the hell happened to you?” You tried to speak, but no words came out, simply emotion ridden gasps between sobs. Jotaro took your arm and led you in, showing you to a seat by the fireplace & brought you a hot mug of coffee. You gave him a grateful look as you took the cup, Jotaro taking the seat in front of you with a first aid kit. “What happened to you?? Is this from an enemy stand user?”

You couldn’t help but give a lifeless giggle. Certainly felt like it, didn’t it?

Jotaro let you sit in silence for a second while he cleaned the wounds gracing your arms & face, carefully watching your facial expression for any sign of emotion, anything to hint at what might be going on. You didn’t even know where to start in explaining it, or even a way to explain how this happened.

Jotaro took your chin in his hand and turned your face towards his. “(Y/N), who did this to you?” The concern in his eyes made you feel the most cared about you’ve been in months. If you could tell anyone, it’d be Jotaro.. right?”

“It.. it’s Josuke.. When we started dating he was so good to me, he was charming & caring, he’d take time out of his day to spend time with me & would make sure i felt his love; but his actions just.. escalated. He was everywhere. He would text me throughout the day about what i was doing, saying certain comments about my outfits or what stores i was in, he ALWAYS knew.” Jotaro listened intently as he wrapped your forearm in gauze, giving you a nod it was okay to keep proceeding with what you were saying. “All of a sudden one day my land lord calls me to let me know that I was being evicted out of nowhere and i had 24 hours to leave. The same day, Josuke signed the deed to his Mom’s house & told me I could live with him. I just thought it was a crazy coincidence, I didn’t think Josuke would actually ever get me evicted. Then i found my land lords phone number in his pocket book. When I asked him about it he pretended like he didn’t know, and when i kept asking he..” The memory of him holding you against the wall, his knee putting pressure onto your slit, made you visibly cringe. The way he touched you.. it was so possessive, so needy, his eyes portraying one visible message. ‘I own you.’

Jotaro closed the first aid kit & put it under the seat he was at, a pack of pills in his hand. Jotaro silently put the two pills in your hand & got you a glass of water. “I’m sorry you’re going through this & I’m sorry you’ve been hurt so badly. The pills are a sleeping pill & a pain relief supplement, take those and you can sleep in my bed. I’ll handle everything in the morning.” You looked at the two white pills in your hand & threw them to the back of your throat, quickly chasing them with the glass of water he gave you. Jotaro gave you a pair of pajama pants and a t shirt, and helped you lay in the bed. “Goodnight, (Y/N). I’ll see you in the morning.”

You don’t remember anything past that.

__________________________________

When you woke in the morning, you were blinded by direct sunlight. You squinted your eyes as tight as you could, noticing that you were being held up my two arms that were walking at a brisk pace. Gently adjusting your eyes to open, you looked up to see Jotaro, a determined glare in his eyes.

“J..Jotaro where are we?” you whispered the best you could manage. Jotaro gave you a glance down before returning his eyes to the path.

“I called Josuke.”, Your heart drops into your stomach. He wouldn’t.. he couldn’t.. “He says you lost your apartment because your anti psychotics put you out of a job, & he had your landlords number to pay your moving out fees for you.”

You shook your head in disbelief, “No, no no no Jotaro that’s a lie, i’m not on anti-psychotics, I don’t have any sort of med like that, he’s fucking lying to you!!”

Jotaro gave you an expectant look. “That’s the other thing Josuke said. You’ve been flushing them down the drain instead of taking them like you’re supposed to. Josuke only wants to take care of you, (Y/N). There’s nothing to fear of him.”

“JOTARO, I HAVE NEVER TAKEN THOSE PILLS IN MY LIFE AND YOU FUCKING KNOW”- You saw a giant purple hand come over your face and cover your mouth, restraining you from saying anymore. “I’m sorry (Y/N), but this is what’s best for you.”

You heard a door in the distance open, and Jotaro looking up and locking eyes with someone. The voice you heard next made your spine freeze, and dread pierce your soul.

“Jotaro!! Thank you SO much for bringing (Y/N) back!!”

No.. Not again..

“Not a problem Josuke, i’d rather have assurance of (Y/N)‘s safety myself then just send her back here on a bus.”

You slowly looked over, finally catching sight of your boyfriend. His tall, muscular form loomed dangerously in the door way of his house, his pompadour reminding you of so many events, so many violations of your body..

God its sick that it was making you wet.

Jotaro set you on your feet in front of josuke, letting Star Platinums hand uncover your mouth.

You couldn’t look at him.

Josukes hand ran through your hair, “(Y/N) is all okay now that she’s here with me.” He put his other hand under your chin, lifting to meet you eye to eye. It was everything you remembered. Lust, anger, relief, and above all else: obsession.

Jotaro and Josuke bid their farewells. Hands on your hips steered you into the living room, Josuke gently closing the door behind you. You could feel his eyes bore into the back of your skull, your mind erratic with anxiety. God, what’s he gonna do??

“Y’know, you didnt have to run away. You didn’t have to leave me. You didn’t have to be SO FUCKING UNGRATEFUL.” Josuke threw a chair at the wall in front of you, the force of it making you fall backwards onto your back. You gasped as your back collided with the floor, seeing Josukes towering frame turning towards you. He kneels down straddling you, the obsession of his eyes terrifying as he wrapped his long fingers around your throat. Adrenaline went straight between your legs.

“I do everything for you, (Y/N). I house you. I feed you. I FUCKING TAKE CARE OF YOU.” Josuke ripped apart your shirt, shoving his knee on your hot slit, making you gasp in surprise. Josukes delicate features possess a hunger that you remember all too well. “I also make you feel good don’t i??” He removed one of his hands from your throat to attack your nipple with, making you arch your back & moan. Josuke bit his lip in ecstasy as he shoved his middle finger down your slit, swirling it around in your hot heat. Josukes mouth rested against your temple as you gasped in pleasure, sickly wanting him to just take you then & there.

Josuke slowed down his finger, gently massaging your clit at a comfortable pace. “I’m sorry if it was because you felt unloved. If that’s the case, I really promise to be better. Because you can’t leave me, (Y/N). You’re mine, my little princess, my sweet baby girl,” His fingers started to assault you again. You heard a zipper get tugged town, and Josukes hips sweetly grind against yours. “My little fucking slut.”

You started to panic as you felt the tip of his rock hard cock press against your heat, your adrenaline skyrocketing. He’s delirious. “JoJo honey please, d-dont make me do this i’m so fucking sc-“

Josukes hand slapped your cheek, making you yelp in pain, quickly resulting in your moth being covered once again. “No, you don’t get a say. You were a bad girl, baby. And bad girls-“

Your scream was strained as he bottomed out his 8 inch cock inside you. “-they get punished.”

Josuke rammed inside of you, yourself being pummeled into the floor as he chanted “Mine, mine, mine, -FUCK-, MINE!!” His dick assaults your G-Spot as you felt an orgasm start to build in your stomach.

“Are you gonna cum baby? Does my little fuckinf slut want to cum??” Josuke slapped your clit. “TELL ME WHO OWNS YOU.”

Pleasure overruled the mine on this one. “It’s you baby! It’s always been you and it always will, I promise I’ll never leave you again just-“ you squealed as you felt your build up about to break. “PLEASE LET ME CUM JOSUKE PLEASE!!”

“Uggh FUCK, cum on my fucking cock (Y/N) show me who OWNS you.” Josukes duet of lust and rage amplified as you exploded all over him, your moans and screams sounding like siren calls to himself. Josuke rutted into you, filling you to the brim with himself. He laid himself by you, wrapping his arms around your overstimulated frame. You laid there for a couple of minutes trying to catch your breath, your heart rate soaring. You could hear Josukes soft giggles beside you as you felt a hand caress your cheek. You looked him into his eyes, seeing the unconditional love and obsession. The never ending love and obsession.

Josuke sweetly kisses your cheek, holding you in his arms as he gently picks up your left hand. You felt a cold circle of metal grace your ring finger, slipping on perfectly. Fear gripped your heart as you realized what it was.

“My pretty baby.. my gorgeous doll,” Josuke rolled ontop of you and held your face in his hands. “This will make sure we’re always together. You & me, husband and wife!! My perfect, beautiful, fuckable wife..”

Tears started to slide down your face.

So, this was defeat.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you be my wife?”

You looked at the alabaster ceiling. This wasn’t possible for you. This couldn’t be happening. But you knew it was.

“Yes.. Josuke. I’ll marry you.”

Josuke gleamed as he smothered you with kisses and sweet nothings, giving you gentle touches as his lips grazed over your ears to say the only thing that comes out of his mouth: poison.

“I’ll always find you, baby doll.”

“Like the ocean meets the shore- I will always find you.”

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I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT & KEEP REQUESTING ALL YALL WANT!! TYSM!! 🤍🌿✨🌸👄🍌🌩

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[drmmyrs]

The Way I Loved You (Poppy x MC)

Soo bear with me since I think this might be a long series. This part is mostly just establishing the story so there is little to no fluff yet.

But stiiill, let me know what you guys think and I’d really appreciate feedback/constructive criticism. Hope you enjoy and if not, thanks for reading anyways :)) 

tag list: @whackawriting @samanthadalton @crazzyplays @uselesslesbianfr (ithis is my taglist I thiiink, but if you wanna be added or removed just let me know)  

Pairing: Poppy x MC (Bea)

Word Count: 1650

Warning: Little swearing (at least for this part)

A/N: This is from the part before Poppy and MC were paired for a project

Bea had been at Belvoire for two months now, but she still wasn't used to waking up on a queen-sized canopy bed fitted with luxe sateen sheets in a bedroom which probably cost more than her family's house back at Farmsville. She glanced at the clock–11:30 am. She still had some time to spare before her first class. How people managed to wake up early on this luxurious bed made of clouds, she didn't know.

After a few more minutes of daydreaming, Bea begrudgingly pulled herself out of bed. She was preparing her outfit when the smell of heaven wafted through the bedroom door–bacon and pancakes. Like some kind of puppet on strings, Bea let herself be led by the delicious aroma to the kitchen where Zoey was expertly pouring pancake batter on a pan.

"I didn't know I was roommates with a master chef," Bea jested.

Zoey turned around at Bea's voice, and as she saw her, a smirk crawled up her lips.

"Well, don't you look sexy." Zoey eyed Bea up and down with an amused look on her face.

Bea glanced down at her outfit and saw that she was still in her pajamas. "Whatever Zo, not everyone can rock designer outfits even in bed."

"Hey, I'm not complaining. Besides, Spongebob PJs do have a certain charm."

Bea rolled her eyes while smiling. "So, what are we having for breakfast?"

"I'm pretty sure it's lunch. And aren't you supposed to be in class, like, right about now?"

"Nah, my Tuesday classes aren't until one o'clock."

Zoey stared at Bea. "Babe, it's Wednesday."

Bea's eyes widened at Zoey's words. "No, no, no, Professor Roberta is gonna kill me."

Bea rushed to her room and hastily changed her clothes faster than she thought was possible. She contemplated going to class au naturel, but ultimately decided against it. Bea was not ugly by any means without makeup, but in a sea of extremely contoured cheeks and false eyelashes, having no makeup was basically social suicide, especially since Poppy was in that class. Ugh, great. Of course, I'm late to the only class I have with Poppy.

When Bea thought she was presentable enough, she sprinted out the door but not before grabbing a handful of pancakes and shoving it to her mouth, looking like a chipmunk in the process. The T is gonna have a field day if someone saw me like this. Bea slowed her sprint to a stride as she swallowed the last of the pancakes.

Bea arrived in class forty-five minutes late.

"Look who finally decided to join us," Professor Roberta said in disdain.

"Sorry Professor, won't happen again."

"I'm sure it won't. And since you decided to join us so late, you're gonna have to work with Ms. Min-Sinclair over here for your community service project."

Oh hell no.

Sure enough, Poppy was sitting alone, glaring at her, and Bea could almost swear she could see smoke coming out of her nose.

Bea hesitantly sat down beside Poppy.

"Look Poppy, let's be civil about this and finish this project fast so we–"

"We're not going to do anything, Farmsville. I will ace this project and you will stay out of my damn way."

"Like hell I'm gonna let you take all the credit."

"Is there a problem here?" The professor glowered at Poppy and Bea.

"None professor, we were just calmly discussing the details of the project," Poppy responded with a fake smile.

Bea rolled her eyes. Kiss ass.

Once the professor was out of earshot, Poppy sharply turned to Bea. "Be ready on Friday, we're going to a foster home in Middletown."

"Middletown? But that's like an hour away!"

"I don't see you coming up with better ideas," Poppy hissed.

"I–I–"

"I thought so. Do not be late, Farmsville. I don't want you taking more of my time than you already do," Poppy said with a glare before she grabbed her Chanel purse and strode away.

***

Back at her dorm, Bea was resting her head on her hands on the dining table when Zoey arrived.

Upon seeing Bea, Zoey immediately took a seat beside her and placed her hand comfortingly on her shoulder. "Aww, babe. Was Professor Roberta that mad?"

Bea turned to face Zoey. "No, but it was much, much worse."

Zoey raised her eyebrow.

"I was paired with Satan for our project."

"Poppy?"

Bea nodded. "She even wanted to do the project in Middletown. Middletown. That's like an hour away! I mean surely there has to be another community that needs servicing that doesn't require an hour drive with Poppy."

Zoey pretended to think thoughtfully. "Hmm, maybe she finally found a way to get rid of you permanently?"

"I'm serious, Zo." Bea glared at Zoey.

Zoey laughed. "Okay, okay, sorry. But do bring holy water just in case."

Bea groaned and stood up from the chair before ambling to her bedroom. "I'm going to bed."

Before Bea was able to shut the door, Zoey called out after her. "You'll survive, babe! Give her hell for me."

***

Just a few minutes after Bea got back from her classes, she heard the sound of consecutive horns outside which she immediately knew were from Poppy. No one else is obnoxious enough to disturb an entire dormitory. With a sigh, Bea grabbed her things and trudged outside.

When Bea got outside, Poppy's Range Rover was parked at the curb. Bea walked to the passenger's side and opened the door.

"Be a dear will you and don't touch anything, I don't want your filthy hands staining my car."

Bea rolled her eyes. Hello to you, too.

The first few minutes of the drive were silent except for the light rain that started drizzling on the windshield, that is, until Bea asked Poppy, "why are we going all the way to Middletown anyway? There's probably some–"

"Remember that time when I asked for your opinion?"

Bea just glared at Poppy.

"Me neither. So, shut up, Hughes."

"How about you take a day off from being a bitch, Poppy. Seeing that you've had your whole life being just that," Bea rebuked.

The entire car ride was spent with both girls hurling insults at each other that it was honestly surprising that Poppy didn't kick Bea out of the car in the middle of the road.

After one looong hour, they finally arrived.

"Don't get in my way, Farmsville," Poppy warned as she approached the house and rang the doorbell. After a few moments, a middle-aged woman opened the door.

"Poppy! What a pleasant surprise. Come on in." The woman gestured them inside.

Hang on, how does she know Poppy?

The woman led Bea and Poppy to a couch and asked them if they wanted something to drink, to which both of them politely declined.

"So, Brenda. How is the family?" Poppy was wearing a smile that might actually be... genuine?

Bea stared at Poppy in shock. Not only were they on a first-name basis, but Poppy was actually nice to someone that doesn't involve sucking up.

"They're doing great! Thomas actually just got promoted recently so we're gonna take the kids somewhere nice sometime next week."

"That's amazing, send Thomas my regards."

Okay, what the hell is happening?

After a few more polite conversations, Brenda turned to Bea. "You haven't introduced me to your friend yet." Brenda extended her hand to Bea. "I'm Brenda."

Bea wore her biggest smile as she shook Brenda's hand. "Bea. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Poppy cleared her throat. "Actually, we came here for a community service project, and we were hoping that we could throw the kids a small party and maybe at the same time we can do a photography shoot that can be shared to prospective families. Do you think we can do that?"

"Oh, certainly! I'm sure the kids would love that."

"That's great to hear. Where are they anyway?"

"They're actually out there playing with the toys you sent them. Come on, I'll lead you to them." Brenda stood up and walked towards the back door.

Poppy started to follow her but turned around when she noticed Bea was still sitting down.

"If you're just gonna sit there like a half-wit, do us a favor Farmsville, and do it far away from here."

Still in disbelief, Bea stood up and followed Poppy and Brenda to the yard where Poppy was greeted enthusiastically by five kids. She watched as Poppy played with them with such kindness and compassion that she couldn't help but smile as most of her anger towards the blonde was replaced with warmth and some other indescribable feelings. After a few more games where Bea was basically manhandled by Poppy to join, all of them went back inside exhausted. As it was already getting late, Bea and Poppy said their farewells to Brenda and the kids with a promise of returning on Sunday for the party and went back on the road.

Bea had so many questions she wanted to ask Poppy but the look on Poppy's face implied that she probably won't be answering any of those. A few minutes later, there was suddenly a huge downpour of rain that Poppy had to park the car. Bea then received a text from Zoey, and as she read it, a look of dread flashed across her face.

Poppy frowned upon seeing the look on Bea's face. "What is it now?"

"There's a typhoon. We're stuck here."

***

Bea and Poppy managed to find a decent hotel nearby where they decided to stay until the typhoon passed.

"Two rooms, please. And make them as far away as possible," Poppy said to the receptionist while handing him her credit card, giving Bea a glare at the last sentence.

And here I thought we're finally making progress.

"I'm sorry Ms. Min-Sinclair, we only have one more room available for tonight."

#poppy #poppy x mc #poppy min sinclair #queen b #playchoices #play choices #choices #my work #my fanfics #my writing

[tomboyneedshercoffee]

Lovedust pt.7 || Peter Parker x Stark Reader

Summary: It’s the night of the party and Y/N is having seconds thoughts about going but her friend Kim convinces her to go and have fun. While things get more complicated with Peter, Y/N and Josh get closer at the party. 

Word Count: MF 7.7K ( This is my longest piece I-)

Author’s note: YALL HERE WE ARE! THE BIG OOPSIE DOOPSIE OF LOVEDUST! This is probably my favorite part that I have written so far- it’s fairly long but boy did my heart HURT. I would say we have about maybe 2-3 chapters left give or take and I’m so bummed the story is almost over :(. Thank you all for being incredibly kind, your support means so much I can’t thank you guys enough. ALSO hehe there’s a lil easter egg from the first chapter and the chapter with Y/N having a nightmare. If yall pay attention to some of the wording at the end...

Warnings: Underage drinking, adult language, angst, mentions of death

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || part seven || part eight || epilogue

You wanted it to be a normal night, one that in hindsight, would’ve worked out in your favor if you were normal to begin with. You weren’t the partying type or maybe, you just convinced yourself that it wasn’t the case since you were hardly invited to them to begin with. 

As if it made any sense, you felt eerily similar to Cinderella at this moment; even though she was one of the worst princesses in your opinion, you still sympathized with her story. The idea of wanting nothing more than to leave the confines of her dusty attic to dress pretty for a ball was something you could sadly relate to. 

While the Avengers complex was by far well above the average means, it was Cinderella longing for just one night away from her complicated life that made you see the story in a different light. 

But after years of wondering what it would be like to go to a real party (now that you were offered the chance to go) it wasn’t the way you dreamed it would be. As you stood in front of your closet, recalling the times you had put on outfits that you thought would be the perfect party attire just seemed like pieces of cloth, nothing more and nothing less. 

Because you didn’t care about the stupid party. You cared about Peter. 

You had put so much blame on him for everything; his feelings that he couldn’t control and his past which he apologized for multiple times. When you had the chance to fix everything, you were too scared to be vulnerable with him and admit that maybe you were falling for him. 

You weren’t a coward, you wanted to convince yourself that you could still move on and have fun without thinking of him but you felt almost embarrassed that you were feeling the opposite. 

“ I don’t want to go anymore. This isn’t right,” You sighed as you turned to your phone that was propped up against your dresser,” I can’t just leave him here while I go off to some party.”

You watched Kim through the facetime call as she put down her mascara to take a second to look at you,” Y/N, you have been talking about this party all week. Hell, I gave you that blue top that makes your boobs look great and you even said you couldn’t wait to wear it to the party!”

You only hummed in response as you moved aside the hangers in your closet to find the top that Kim had let you borrow. 

“ We mentally prepared for this, we watched Superbad and Booksmart in one night to get the full spectrum of high school parties and we even practiced how to play beer pong!”

“ That was on our phones, I’m sure it’s different in real life,” You sighed as you took off your shirt and slipped on Kim’s blue blouse,” I just feel awful about going to a party knowing Peter is just gonna be here all night.” 

“ Y/N, you deserve this party. You’ve worked your ass off for four years and I know how badly you wanted to go ever since we got uninvited to that one theatre party where Timothy Chalamete supposedly showed up to. I know you feel guilty about Peter and yeah, you kinda fucked things up, for now, but you deserve a goddamn break,” Kim practically yelled through the screen, doing her best to hype you up,” if you don’t go, you’re gonna regret it, you and I both know that. So just get dressed, do your hair all cute and shit, put on makeup or whatever you do and go have fun at this party with Josh.”

“ Fuck, Josh! I completely forgot about him, he’s supposed to pick me up in an hour!” You said as you suddenly felt a wave of nerves come over you,” what do I do about Josh? What if he tries to make a move on me tonight?”

“ Do you want him to make a move?”

“ I don’t know...not really but then again, I wouldn’t mind. Don’t hate me cause I know this sounds shitty, but maybe I need a distraction from Peter...is that awful?” You asked as you slipped off your pajama pants and rummaged through your dresser for jeans,” don’t answer that, I know that’s awful to say. Am I turning into a fuckboy?”

“ If you feel empathy than no, you’re not turning into a fuckboy,” Kim laughed as you found a pair of jeans to slip into,” look, I know how you feel about Peter and if you see yourself wanting to be with him than this thing you have with Josh won’t happen. At the same time, even if you do like Peter and you want to have fun with Josh for a night, you’re not a shitty person for wanting that. You’ve been through the wringer with Peter and to be honest, Josh is literally a goddamn angel so I don’t blame you for seeing him as an option. Either way, you���re hot, smart as fuck, and you are a fucking Stark; you don’t owe Peter or Josh anything so do what you want to do because you deserve it.” 

Kim was every protagonist’s wet dream; the side character who had more to offer every time and yet, she practically thrived off of hyping you up. You knew that she had a point, she always did. 

A part of you could tell which way she was leaning in terms of who you would go out with and yet, she only cared that you were making the right choice for yourself and your own happiness. 

“ You really are a ride or die friend,” You said honestly as Kim smiled back,” I’m going to get ready but I’ll see you there okay?” 

“ Will do girlfriend!”

Once the facetime call ended, you leaned back in your chair and stared at yourself in the mirror. 

You didn’t know what your intentions would be for the night and even though Kim had said you wouldn’t be a bad person if you had fun with Josh, you knew you would still feel shitty doing so, especially when you knew that you had strong feelings for Peter. 

As you fixed up your hair, all you could do was replay the conversation with Peter in the rain and how close you were to confessing everything. Looking back, you knew you were stupid for running away, if you really liked him than what was the problem of letting him know how you felt?

Because you knew once he was cured, he wouldn’t share the same feelings for you. 

In every sense of the lovedust, the way Peter felt about you wasn’t natural and yet, it was the lovedust that really made you like Peter back. 

You were just saving yourself from future heartbreak and given your past relationships, you had a reason to be hesitant in being that vulnerable with another guy. 

And yet, you still feel like you owed Peter an explanation. 

You got up from your seat and walked out of your bedroom, making a beeline towards his room. You were sure he was done with testing at this point but after knocking on his door a few times, there still wasn’t a response. 

You opened the bedroom door to find his room completely empty with everything neatly tucked in place as if he was cleaning up for a guest. 

The complex was big but you knew you would run into sometime before Josh showed up so you walked straight out and went to the elevators to make your way up to the labs. As you pressed the elevator button, you felt some unease sitting at the pit of your stomach. 

Something felt off, whether it be your natural woman inclination or just the fact that you were nervous to confront Peter. 

The elevator doors slid open and you walked in before you pressed the button to the designated floor like it was second nature.

Just breath, you’re fine, why are you freaking out?

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and once you pulled it out, you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw Josh’s contact name pop up. 

Josh: I just left my apartment! I’ll see you in 20 min!

Your stomach shifted once again as you replied back before stuffing your phone back into your front pocket. 

Twenty minutes. 

That was enough time to confess to Peter right? 

The elevator doors opened to the lab and you walked towards the main zone with a slow pace, as if the anticipation would suddenly make you feel less nervous. 

Once you rounded the corner to where your dad and Banner were usually working on Peter, you found the room to be completely empty besides for a few lab technicians who were working rather quickly. 

You took a moment to give one last look into the lab before going down the hallway to peek into the other glass rooms to try and find Peter. You had a feeling that maybe you should’ve checked the gym before coming all the way up to the labs but once you found yourself in front of the last room, you spotted your dad and Banner walking out with grim faces. 

“ Dad? Is everything okay?” You asked as their heads whipped around to turn to you,” have you two seen Peter anywhere?” 

You studied your dad’s face carefully but he gave no inclination of what the situation was, a talent he had grown accustomed to since he was your age. You gave up on your dad and watched Banner’s face, a face you always had a talent of reading easily. 

He kept his eye contact anywhere but towards your direction and the collar around his neck was wet, a sign that he was stressed out.

“ Banner, where’s Peter?” You asked again as you looked up at him before moving your eyes toward the room they had just walked out of,” is he in there?” 

“ He’s-”

“Resting. He’s had a day full of tests so we put him in one of the hospital beds just to keep an eye on him,” Your dad interrupted as you watched Banner gulp,” it’s not a big deal kiddo.”

Liar. 

“ Okay...well if it’s not a big deal than I’m gonna go check up on him to make sure he’s okay,” You said wearily as you tried to walk in between your dad and Banner but he took a step to block you. 

“ Y/N, he’s not feeling well-”

“ Why are you lying?” You asked as you looked back at Banner,” what are you two not telling me?”

Your dad kept up the charade and sighed as if he was annoyed,” Kiddo, he’s K.O’d for the night. You know, lots of tests and meds that’ll have him relaxed for a few hours. Maybe you should check up on him tomorrow.” 

You could tell he was trying so hard to keep up the lie and while your dad was a phenomenal liar, you were smart enough to see right through his act. 

All you could do was nod as you played coy,” Okay, that’s fine. Oh! I wanted to let you know I’m going to that party tonight so I won’t be home until later.”

As you were studying Tony, he was doing the same right back at you. It was like a game of chess; who would break first, who had the upper hand, and who was going to make the next move without disrupting their own game. 

“ Alright, just be safe than. Be back before eleven,” Tony said as he patted your shoulder and started walking with you back to the elevator, his hand almost leading you away from the door,” Remember; Beer before liquor, never been sicker.”

You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to know what was wrong with Peter. 

You stopped in your tracks as you turned around to face your dad and Banner, who was still avoiding your gaze. You knew something was up, it was painfully obvious and you weren’t going to just turn over and accept defeat. 

“ Would you ever lie to me?” You asked as your dad inhaled sharply, immediately shaking his head without a second thought,” okay.” 

You peeked your eyes back to the door and before you knew it, you ducked under your dad’s arm and ran over to the room where you were sure they were hiding Peter away. 

“ Y/N, stop!” 

You ran even faster as you practically slid against the tiled floor before throwing open the door to find Peter in the hospital bed. A huge heart monitor was connected to the side that had immediately spiked when you entered the room. 

“ Y/N? What are you doing here?” Peter asked as he sat up in his bed as your eyes traveled to several IV’S that were attached to his forearm. 

The first thing you focused on was how pale he looked. Whatever the hospital gown couldn’t cover showed almost a ghostly touch to his usual lush color. Since the lovedust, he had always had a blushful expression, accessorized with flushed cheeks or red tinted ears but now, there was none of that. 

You could hear your dad and Banner behind you but before your dad could drag you back, you could hear Banner talking your dad out of it to ‘give the kids some time.’ 

You didn’t even bother saying thank you as the door shut behind you, leaving you and Peter alone in the room. You were almost scared to come closer to him, he didn’t look like himself at all. 

You looked towards the heart monitor again which caused Peter’s heart rate to spike up with the thought alone. 

“ Tell me what happened,” You finally said as you made your way over to sit on the edge of Peter’s bed,” it’s serious, isn’t it?” 

Peter swallowed nervously but shrugged like it was nothing,” Your dad was there before anything bad happened.”

You shook your head, you weren’t going to get any information out of him like this. You turned to the side of his hospital bed and picked up a clipboard with his medical information. Peter tried grabbing it out of your hands but you stared him down, as if to say ‘ don’t try me.’ 

Peter backed down as your eyes scanned the sheet carefully, trying to decipher all of the medical lingoes that were vaguely familiar from watching Grey’s Anatomy. 

You felt your breath hitch as you read over the same diagnosis. 

“ You had an acute heartattack because of me, didn’t you?” You finally said as you carefully placed the clipboard on the desk beside you,” because of our argument... and you weren’t going to tell me.” 

“ Y/N, there was no reason to worry you-”

“ You’re so stupid Peter, why wouldn’t I be worried for you? You think an acute heartattack is something as normal as a fucking cold?” You snapped as you watched his heart rate rise. You took a deep breath and ran your fingers through your hair to calm yourself down,” I’m killing you. Loving me is literally killing you Peter.”

Peter watched your gaze fall back to the IV’S while he kept his eyes on you the whole time. You looked absolutely defeated and he didn’t blame you. The way you stared at his arm made him feel like you were trying to somehow reverse the lovedust, as if you could take his pain away. 

And yet, what you didn’t know was that Tony had just come in minutes before you to announce that yes, you could actually take the pain away forever. 

“ What about you? Is it killing you?” Peter asked as you tore your eyes away from his IV’s and locked your gaze on him.

“ Seeing you like this? Of course it’s killing me, I’m not that cruel Parker.”

“ No,” Peter swallowed dryly,” is it killing you that you might love me?” 

Your first instinct was to laugh. What kind of sick joke was coming out his mouth? You tried to force any sound, anything that was a resemblance of something from English translation but your brain mentally stuttered. 

It was as if your mind and words went on pause to let your thoughts catch up to you. Were you really that easy to read or did Peter know you better than you know yourself? 

“ How do I answer that?” You asked quietly as Peter was quick with a reply. 

“ You answer it honestly.”

“ Oh, because you have been so honest with me?”

“ You haven’t been telling me the truth either. You’re a lot of things Y/N, but you’re not innocent.” 

“ Oh yeah? What am I then? Since you clearly know so much about me,” You replied to somehow detour the conversation. 

Peter gladly took the bait as he chuckled,” You’re stubborn. You’re the most stubborn girl I have ever met in my entire life and I love that about you. It makes things interesting knowing that you don’t roll over for anyone, even when you know you’re wrong.” 

You only hummed, he had a point. You had learned that from Tony and you weren’t ashamed about it one bit. 

“ Well, I love how foolishly selfless you are. You always put everyone else’s feelings before yours even when your health is at stake,” You said back as Peter’s smile faltered. 

Oh how spot on you were. 

Cause in this moment now, Peter was between a rock and a hard place. He had information that you didn’t have, information that would seemingly fix everything and yet, he didn’t want you to know. 

The cure for the lovedust. 

“ You’re keeping something from me, aren’t you?” You said after studying his expression for a moment as Peter released his bottom lip that he was holding in between his teeth nervously. 

Yes. 

“ I think you’re the one not being honest with your feelings,” Peter said as a matter of fact,” why won’t you admit it?”

You wanted to swallow your pride because damn it, you didn’t want a repeat of earlier. You didn’t want to chicken out but could you afford to be vulnerable again?

“ Peter...I don’t want to admit anything until you’re in the right state of mind,” You finally said, which was the most honest answer you could give,” after all, we both know what you’re feeling for me isn’t the same as how I feel for you...it’s a side effect of the dust.”

Peter only nodded, even though there was so much to say to you. Peter felt like he was in a slowburn novel, but damn, even at this point there had to be more to give right? If this was a story of two people who were meant to be together, then why the hell is it taking so long? 

If Peter could have it his way, he would rewrite it to where they could be happily ever after in the first chapter but sadly, this was real life and there wasn’t that kind of luxury. 

“You’re right, it’s not the same,” Peter said bitterly as his sympathetic smile faded,” just a side effect.” 

You both understood. As things stood now, it was more of a standstill than anything. A pause, a pitstop, anything to halt whatever momentum the two of you shared.  You felt absolutely broken that he admitted it, his “love” for you wouldn’t ever be the same as however, you felt about him in that moment. 

Just like that, you both knew you were doomed from the start.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and you already knew it was Josh. You inhaled deeply as you gave Peter’s hand a squeeze before rising from his bed,” I’m gonna go but if anything happens, call me okay?” 

“ Same goes for you. Be safe,” Peter said in almost a whisper as you nodded before turning to the door. 

You walked out of the room and leaned against the door for a moment collecting your thoughts. You ignored the gaze of Banner and your dad and seemingly walked through the two without batting an eye. 

Tony felt guilty knowing that you had caught him in a lie but he really thought he was doing his daughter a favor. Once he knew you were gone, Tony walked through the door to find Peter deep in thought. 

Tony shut the door behind him and walked over, taking a seat in the chair beside Peter’s bed. No one said anything for a moment but Peter was the one to break the silence first. 

“ I didn’t tell her about the cure. I don’t think she would even want to...” Peter admitted as Tony nodded. 

Tony crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, his mind wandering in every direction,” Good call. Thor said our time is fleeting so we need to make sure it works.” 

Peter shifted nervously in his spot,” You and Banner won’t stop finding a different cure though, right? Just in case?” 

“ Yeah, just in case.” 

                                                       -------

“ You look nervous,” Josh pointed out once the two of you pulled up into the driveway of Amber’s house,” did you want to wait a second before we walk in?” 

You shook your head as you tried to swallow any nerves that were building up in your throat. You couldn’t believe you were actually about to go to a party after everything that has been going on. 

“ No, I’m fine...It sounds stupid but I don’t really do parties so this is all kinda new,” You admitted as you took in another deep breath. 

“ It’s not stupid at all. If it makes you feel any better, I usually get pretty antsy before preforming but now that I know you’re going to watch me, I feel less nervous,” Josh smiled warmly as you started to feel your senses ease,” parties aren’t as scary as you think. Yeah, there are always a lot of people I don’t know but seeing a familiar face is always reassuring.” 

Josh had a way of calming you down that no other person could do so easily. You wondered if someone else had said the same thing to you like Kim or Peter and if it would have the same effect but maybe it was just exclusively Josh that had that sort of charm. 

“ Okay, I’m ready.”

The funny thing was, you really thought you were ready until you stepped into her house. The floor vibrated along to the beat of whatever song was blasting along the speakers and the smell of alcohol and weed felt almost suffocating. You were immediately overwhelmed with the amount of people already there and of course, you hardly recognized anyone from school. 

“ Here, hold on tight,” Josh intertwined his fingers with yours as he led you both through the crowd of teenagers almost too effortlessly. 

He led you outside and you thanked god the stage that was set up for his band was in the backyard. You walked along the poolside, following closely behind him before you felt someone splash you with water. 

“ Hey what- Kim!” You shouted excitedly as you let go of Josh’s hand to crouch down beside the pool to where Kim was swimming in just her bra and underwear,” you’re not even wearing a swimsuit? You dirty bitch.”

Kim laughed as she rested her hands against the edge of the pool,” Took you two long enough. Joshua, how are you this evening?” 

“ It’s going good Kimberly, I hope you’re enjoying yourself,” Josh teased back as Kim playfully rolled her eyes,” Y/N, I’m gonna check in with the guys real quick. Are you cool to stay here for a second?”

You nodded and shooed Josh with your hand,” Go, I’ll be fine.”

Josh gave you one last nod before jogging over to where his band was setting up. His bandmates had seen you walking over hand in hand with you and were now giving Josh hard pats on his back, as if to say ‘ nice job.’ 

“ He’s so respectful it physically hurts. Like I know the bar is so low for men but Josh checks every box. It’s annoying,” Kim sighed as you dragged a lawn chair from the grass and put it next to the edge of the pool to continue talking to your friend,” I would kill to be in your shoes right now. Oh to have two, brown-eyed guys fawn over me!” 

You couldn’t help but laugh as Kim dramatically placed her hand over her forehead and all you could do was shake your head,” Whatever, you didn’t even like Peter. You said so yourself he was a total douchebag.” 

“ Was a total douchebag and look, not that it’s any competition but I’m hashtag, team Peter. I’m a sucker for a good enemies to lovers trope,” Kim sighed as you felt your chest tighten up at her proclamation. 

You moved your eyes away from Kim as Josh came back over to you,” Did you want me to get you a drink?”

“ Thank goodness yes-”

“Y/N you should go with him,” Kim insisted as you turned to give her an odd look,” don’t get me wrong Joshua, I trust you but ya know, parties and alcohol and...men. Just to be extra safe.” 

You wanted to drown Kim on the spot for even insinuating that Josh would do something as terrible as spiking your drink but luckily, Josh gave a sincere nod. 

“ Of course, that’s not a problem. Men really are the worst,” Josh said casually as the two gave each other a little salute,” ready Y/N?”

Josh interlocked his hand with yours once again as he led you back into the house and through the kitchen as some people called out to greet him. 

“ Look at you Mr. Popular,” You teased as Josh squeezed your hand before opening up the fridge.

“ This is your first time drinking right?” Josh asked as you nodded, almost embarrassed,” Hey, that’s alright. You and I are gonna stick to the light stuff tonight, these taste better anyway.”

Josh pulled out three bottles of Mike’s Hard Lemonade and popped off the bottlecaps with a bottle opener before pouring it straight into two plastic cups. 

He tucked the third bottle underneath his arm as you watched him curiously. Josh caught you eyeing his actions as he handed you the cup carefully. 

“ Why not just drink it straight from the bottle?” You asked as you watched Josh take a sip,” I feel like we’re hurting the environment.” 

“ Looks cooler in a red solo cup,” Josh admitted bashfully as he clinked his cup with yours. 

You took a small sip, expecting it to burn like how it was always described in coming of age books but surprisingly, the fizzy taste of citrus wasn’t overpowering in any way. Josh raised his eyebrows and playfully nudged your shoulder,” See! It’s good, right? If you drink enough of these, I’m sure anyone could get tipsy but the goal of this party is to actually remember it the next day.”

There was just something about Josh that made you feel so much safer than anyone else. He didn’t tease you for never having gone to a party before or having alcohol; if anything he did his best to make sure you were as comfortable as possible. 

“ You’re being unreasonably cool, you know that right?” 

Josh smiled as he reached for your hand instinctively for the third time that night,” Only for you baby.” 

Smooth smooth Josh. Like putty in his hands, he led you back to the backyard but the whole time, you felt your heart practically melt at him calling you baby. 

Was it pathetic how easily you leaned into his touch? Maybe. 

But god, he really did make things harder for you. You had come into this party with your eyes on another guy and yet, Josh always managed to turn up the charm whenever necessary and you ate it up. 

Josh might be the charming, golden boy but you knew you couldn’t be too naive. Everyone had flaws, maybe Josh’s was that he was too nice and too friendly, or possibly him being a complete lightweight was the only thing holding him back in life. 

Lucky bastard. 

Once you made it to the backyard, you found Kim with a towel around her body, sitting on one of the lawn chairs. Josh walked over and whistled at Kim to look up from her phone, to which he handed her the bottle of Mike’s and she sounded a quick thanks in response. 

“ I’m gonna warm up with the guys. We’re only going to play a quick set but after, I’m all yours,” Josh promised as his cheeks started to get red at his own words but he turned back around at an attempt to hide his face. 

You took a seat next to Kim as you felt your heart practically skip a beat,” He’s really something isn’t he?”

“ Mm, he’s something alright,” Kim sighed as she struggled to open up the bottle,” dumb bitch, he didn’t bring a bottle opener or something?” 

“ It’s the thought that counts!” You said back as Kim popped the bottle cap using the metal part of the lawn chair.

As you listened to Josh’s band start their first song, you couldn’t help but feel guilty on how you were feeling. A part of you was holding on to the idea of you and Peter being a possibility but things were always so complicated with him. 

There was more to lose in being with Peter and it was painfully obvious that Josh made things so incredibly easy. You didn’t need to walk on eggshells when you were with him and sure, things were new and always changing but Josh could eventually be a person you could lean on. 

You reminded yourself that Peter “loved” you and that you did feel something for him that Josh couldn’t make you feel, but it wasn’t real love and that alone completely sobered you up from your moodiness,” Cheers Kim.” 

She watched as you drank whatever was left in your cup but Kim only ooo’d, knowing it wasn’t enough to get you drunk. 

You shook your head as you tried to think of anything but Peter. Tonight was your night to be free and you didn’t want to have to worry about who would be waiting for you once you got back home. 

And yet, deep down, you wondered why a part of you felt like it wasn’t right to hold Josh’s hand. Maybe because you knew you liked holding Peter’s more. Even as you looked up at Josh who stole a few glances your way, you silently prayed that it was Peter up on that stage instead. 

“ I can’t do this,” You said after a second of overthinking everything as you pulled your phone out of your pocket,” I need to text him.” 

“ Um fuck no! No drunk texts, that shit is so embarrassing Y/N!”

“ This is less than 5% alcohol, I am definitely not drunk Kim,” You mumbled as you slapped her hand away and pulled out your phone to text Peter,” I thought you were on team Peter?” 

Y/N: I need you

Y/N: *address*

Kim watched as you texted Peter but before you could send it, Kim leaped out of her seat and snatched the phone out of your hand,” I swear-! Yes, I am a new fan of team Peter, although Josh is getting major brownie points, but I have been a loyal member of team Y/N way before anyone else. I’m doing you a favor, what is texting him going to solve?” 

You pouted as Kim slipped your phone into her bag, unbeknownst to the both of you that the message had accidentally sent. 

“ Now get the hell up and lets dance bitch!”

                                                         ------

You and Kim had perfected your mental state to a tee; not drunk enough to trip over air and make complete fools of yourselves but tipsy enough to where even the slightest look at each other was enough to make you break out into a fit of laughter. 

You still ‘danced like people were watching’ but you managed to still let loose enough to where the music flowed so freely between your fingertips. 

“ Josh you guys were great!” You shouted as you pulled him into a surprise hug, which he happily accepted,” I think I’m officially your number one fan now.”

“ Wait in line,” Kim scoffed playfully as she grabbed her bag from the floor,” I’m gonna go get a cheese plate or something. Don’t do anything gross while I’m gone.” 

You shot her a prompt ‘ why would you say that’ with your eyes before turning back to face Josh. You weren’t sure where things would go next but he took your hand and led you to the other side of the backyard to a wooden bench, claiming that he just wanted to rest a bit after singing for so long. 

The bench was small enough to where your thigh was against his but you didn’t mind the contact. 

“ Thanks for coming out by the way. I know these type of things are pretty overwhelming but I’ve been having fun so far. How about you?” Josh asked as you exhaled deeply. 

“ I’m glad I came...thank you again for convincing me to come out here. I feel like there’s been a lot of stuff going on at home and it’s kind of nice being a normal teenager for once,” You said honestly as Josh rolled his shoulders back. 

You could feel how nervous he was next to you but for the most part, he didn’t really show it from his facial expression. 

“ Can I ask you something?” 

You nodded, trying your best to be as cool as possible but all you could think about was how dry your mouth felt. 

Oh fuck, the million-dollar question was finally here, wasn’t it? Was he going to reveal his feelings? What if he was going to make a move?

“ Is there something going on between you and Peter? The other day when I came over, it felt...intense. I didn’t want to overstep by coming over or anything,” Josh hesitated as he tested the waters. 

Oh. 

Well fuck, that question was just as nerve-wracking as the others. You wanted to be as honest with Josh as possible but at the same time, you didn’t want to ruin any chances you had of possibly having him around if Peter didn’t work out. 

You knew that was such a shitty mindset but Josh had a way of making you feel so comfortable and you weren’t willing to let that go. 

“ I thought I had something with him but it’s complicated,” You answered honestly,” you saw him, he’s...sick and I feel like the sickness is making him feel things that aren’t actually there. I don’t know, it’s so weird to explain.” 

Josh bit his bottom lip nervously as he hung onto your every word,” So his feelings for you aren’t there like he thinks it is?” 

God, it sounded so simple the way Josh said it when it was so much worst in reality. Of course, it would be way easier to tell Josh everything from the toxic relationship you and Peter had to how the lovedust was emotionally and physically a toll on both of you. 

For obvious reason, you could never reveal that much to him. 

“ Yeah, exactly that,” You sighed, sounding a bit too disappointed and Josh had caught the shift in your voice,” feelings are always so complicated.”

“ Not all the time,” Josh said quickly as he caught himself,” I mean, liking someone doesn’t have to be complicated. Sometimes it’s really easy because love shouldn’t hurt, you know?” 

You only nodded because you could tell Josh had more to say. He took this opportunity to shift his body to fully face you and you scooted your back against the armrest so you could show him that you were attentive. 

“ I mean, when I like someone, all I think about is how much I like being around them. Everything else kind of just falls away and it feels all warm like how the books describe it,” Josh could feel a blush creep onto his cheeks yet again but he knew there was no point in covering it up now,” it’s a cliche but I think when you have a crush on someone, everything just falls into place... And I feel that when I’m with...you.”

Your heart practically drew closer to him because what is going on, this was different. Even though Peter had generally been saying the same things to you for days on end, this was more. 

There wasn’t some magic space dust that was making Josh confess his feelings, it was just pure humanistic drive to step out of one’s comfort zone that had tugged on Josh harder than ever before. 

As if time had slowed down, you watched closely as Josh placed his hand onto your knee before leaning in, getting dangerously close to your lips. Josh stopped only a mere centimeter before your lips touched, as if to give you a chance to back away and yet, you stood still. 

You were trying to make sense of what your heart and your gut were telling you but you thought back to Peter admitting to you that the love he felt for you was a side effect of the lovedust, nothing more and nothing less. 

Peter would never like you back. 

That’s what pushed you over the edge and so, you closed the gap between you and Josh as you kissed him back. You could feel Josh smiling against your lips but the pure sensation of the kiss didn’t last. 

Kim had witnessed everything in slow motion. The text from Peter, indicating that he had entered and was heading to the backyard to watching Josh lean in to kiss you. It was like a sick hypothetical they always asked in ethics classes when presenting the Trolley Dilemma and yet, she barely had enough time to make a decision. 

All she could do was shout but it was a little too late. Peter saw everything. 

He saw you close the space between your lips and Josh’s. He saw Josh smile against your lips. He saw you pull away before leaning in for more. 

Peter knew what was coming next, he practically braced for the pain that he knew was coming because just earlier the same day, he had a miniature version of it. But he never expected the pain to be this unbearable. 

His ribs felt like someone had just swung a bat into the center of his chest and he could feel every bone splitting into various small fragments that were too small to ever glue back together. Each little fragment of whatever was left had seemingly pierced his heart in a thousand different places as more and more pressure starting to build in his chest. 

He couldn’t even let out a cry for help, not even a whimper because no air could come in through his mouth. 

The fear alone made his chest tighten up to the point where he felt his lungs almost give in from inside of him. His vision was the next to get blotched out with a violent array of reds and oranges, moving at a fast kaleidoscopic rhythm that sent Peter deeper into a panic.

The last to give was his legs; the dizziness from the complete distortion had made his knees buckle from the pain, sending him straight into the pool. 

You heard Kim cry out first as she pushed her way through a crowd that was blocking the door. You moved away from Josh to find the commotion and even though you couldn't see who fell into the water, you knew deep down who it was. 

You ran over to the edge of the pool and without a second thought, you dived into the water. Josh quickly followed behind you; it took him only a second to kick off his shoes before he jumped in after you. 

What scared you the most was how eerily quiet it was underwater. You could hear some muffled shouts but that’s not what was so quiet. His body was motionless in the water, there was no sign of struggling or thrashing or convulsing like how it was in the movies. 

Everything just felt slow as you desperately reached your arms out to swim faster to him. You only had one focus once you wrapped your arms across his chest and kicked up to the surface. In your mind, you were already going through how you would start compressions on him once you reached the top. 

You were panicked and scared but you knew you had to pull yourself together, pushing away any thoughts of how far gone Peter could be. 

You broke the surface with Peter in your arms as you called out to someone, anyone to take him from your arms. Kim and one of Josh’s bandmates helped lift Peter’s lifeless body onto the concrete as Kim quickly called 9-1-1. 

Her hands were shaking as she tried to press the three buttons and after an eternity, they picked up the phone. 

You scrambled up from the pool and hovered over Peter’s body and without a second thought, you started doing CPR. 

For a moment, that’s all you were thinking. Like a machine, over and over again on an endless cycle, chest compressions, open his airway, give rescue breaths. When you found yourself thinking about how panicked everyone else was and how pale Peter looked underneath you, you continued to give compressions until you felt like your arms would snap from the pressure. 

You don’t know how much time has passed but enough to where there would’ve been a sign by now. You sobbed for Peter and kept calling out to him, your voice shaking like a child, the same child who lost her parents all those years ago. The same child who held that heavy towel, pressing it against her fathers chest to stop the bleeding- no. 

You couldn’t think about that, this was different. You could save him. You kept reminding yourself over and over as you did a round of chest compressions, opened his airway, and gave more rescue breaths. Over and over. Non-stop. 

Again and again without hesitation. 

At this point, you couldn't stop your mind from thinking of Peter and the possibility of him actually dead. How long was he under? What had happened before? He must’ve seen the kiss- oh my god you killed him. 

You can feel it, building up inside of you like an unstoppable path set ablaze like pure lava. 

You thought about never hearing his laugh again, the one where he would grip his sides so hard, he would wheeze like an old dog toy. Chest compressions. Airway. Rescue breaths. 

You thought about him never calling out your name, whether it was followed by an insult or a loving comment about how you made him feel. Chest compressions. Airway. Rescue breaths. 

You thought about never touching him again, his strong arms holding your shaking body when you had that awful nightmare or how perfect his hand fit in yours when you two walked together in the rain. Chest compressions. Airway. Rescue breaths. 

You thought about never telling him how you actually felt, how stupid you were forever letting him get away because it was him all along. Chest compressions. Airway. Rescue breaths. 

It was always him. 

You were in love with Peter. 

And suddenly, almost finally, Peter jolted up and coughed up the water from his lungs. 

You stopped the compressions and held your own breath as Peter continued to cough up more water, his eyes squeezed shut. 

“ Peter? Can you hear me?” You called out between your choked cries as you snapped your fingers close to his ear.

After a moment, an agonizing moment, Peter nodded, as everyone else collectively let out the breath they didn’t know they were holding. Peter opened his eyes slowly, taking in everything like it was his first time seeing the world. 

“ Oh thank god, don’t worry, help is coming. Stay awake for me, okay?” You sighed in relief as you tucked a strand of wet hair behind your ear,” I’m so glad you’re okay.” 

When his eyes lock onto yours, he feels an odd sense of deja vu that he can’t explain. His chest isn’t tight anymore, his hands don’t feel as clammy as before, his mind feels almost cleared. 

He focused on your eyes while everything else drowned out around him. Your pupils, they’re big and they’re filled with a heavy deal of worry but there’s something else. Your eyes, he’s looked into them so many times before but why is it different? 

As shaken up as you are, you manage to cup his face carefully to console him, or more so yourself. Your hands are shaking but they’re warm against his cheek and he can’t help but reach his hand to lay across the hand that’s cupping his face. 

Peter feels his face flush, but this time it’s different, it’s...euphoric? Peter wasn’t even sure if he was saying the word correctly but that’s how he felt. 

Your eyes, he’s so enamored by the way you’re looking at him. You were worried of course, but no, there was something else. 

“ You’re safe Peter, you’re okay.” 

“ Don’t worry I got you.”

“ Just breath for me, okay?” 

There it was, the same deja vu. You had said that to him before, or maybe he had said it to you before through broken sobs when you had the nightmare. 

Peter’s breath hitched as it all finally hit him, he figured it out just by holding your deep gaze. 

Oh my god.

The lovedust had worn off, it was gone. All the anxiety and nerves from having it in his system had disappeared, evaporated off of him almost. The chest pains and the shortness of breath had gone away but Peter still felt something pulling, tugging at his heartstrings. 

The lovedust was gone, he knew that well enough.

 The only thing he could feel as he stared back at you was a pure, undivided, longing for you. 

That’s right, Peter Parker was still hopelessly in love with you, no lovedust required.

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Boughs of Holly

Nessian Oneshot

bye this was supposed to be posted hours ago 😭. anyway this is for @sayosdreams and @sayosdreams only. if you're not sayo close ur eyes ✋

this uses some ideas i’ve had bookmarked for later chapters of a favor so if you see some of this being reused in the future mind your business.

tw: friendliness with the ic

***

“They're not even trying to hide it anymore,” Mor muttered from the window. “They’re just rubbing it in our faces at this point.”

This Solstice Eve had forgone snow in favor of rain and sleet, but despite the terrible weather, Cassian and Nesta were taking their damn time making their way up to the riverside manor.

From the living room window, Feyre, Elain, and Mor could see how the couple's pace had considerably slowed as they walked up the sidewalk, chatting as they went. There was only one umbrella, held up by Cassian so that it covered Nesta more than himself. His own shoulder was getting drenched by rain, but he didn't even seem to notice as he listened to Nesta talk like she was delivering some holy gospel. One dark wing was stretched out to shield her back from the weather.

“I just don't get it,” Feyre said, her fingers pressed up against the glass. “If they're together, why haven't they said anything about it yet?” Feyre was trying to be less intruding in her sisters’ lives, but doing so meant that she couldn't go up to Nesta straight and ask about her and Cassian.

The relationship between Nesta and the war general upon their return from the Illyrian mountains had seemed normal enough at first— friendly, even generic. But the few times the Inner Circle found themselves in the same room as Nesta and Cassian, their interactions became more and more suspect. Little touches here and there, unprecedented amounts of laughter, and the worst of it: when Cassian had batted Azriel’s hand away from a platter of steak at their last family dinner, only to pick at each cut of meat and place the best ones on Nesta’s plate. Whenever anyone tried to bring up this behavior, however, they would only receive blank stares in return.

At this point, the Inner Circle was too intimidated to say anything. The only one who might have had the guts was Amren, but she only cackled every time Nesta and Cassian did something that thoroughly shocked their friend group.

“I think it's sweet,” Elain spoke up. “Even if they are playing mind games with us.”

“Will you come away from the window?” Rhysand clicked his tongue from near the fireplace. “You all look mad.”

A few moments later, a knock sounded from the front hall and Feyre jumped. “They’re here.”

She went to answer the door while Mor rushed to the couch, sitting casually in an attempt to act normal. Elain went over to a gift bag and started digging through it, while everyone heard the door opening and the sound of greetings.

“You’re dressed— casually,” Nesta's voice rang from the front hall.

The three of them appeared at the doorway of the living room, Nesta in a slim-fitting blue gown and Feyre in flannel pajamas. Cassian raised his brows at the sight of everybody.

Elain hurried over in her long nightgown and shoved something pink and silky into Nesta's arms. “The dress code is sleepwear!” she said. “Go get changed.”

While Nesta was ushered off to the bathroom, Cassian released a breath and shed his fancy jacket like it was on fire. “Glad we’re not doing that this year then.”

“Oh, we have something for you, too,” Azriel spoke up from the corner of the room.

Five minutes later, Cassian was in the ugliest knit sweater he’d ever seen in his life. In comparison, Nesta returned to the living room looking like a cherub in baby pink silk pajamas.

Nobody missed the way Cassian's eyes lit up as they spotted her in her new outfit, but she only took a seat on the couch next to him without a word.

Nesta's presence at Inner Circle functions was still awkward, like a puzzle piece that belonged to a different image, but it was also nothing like it had been just a year or two ago. She was so much more… comfortable with herself now, like she didn't mind playing along with Feyre’s family games every now and then, as long as she got to return home at the end of the night. And she did have a home now, though no one knew where it was.

“I just don't want any visitors for now,” she’d told Feyre when asked about her new place of residence. “You understand, right?”

And thanks to Feyre’s promise to be more understanding of Nesta, she’d had to drop the subject.

Solstice Eve went fairly well, with both Elain and Feyre overjoyed at their sister's participation. Nesta even went so far as to interact with Mor and Azriel without rolling her eyes, though Rhysand was politely ignored for the rest of the night. There was an unspoken agreement between the two of them that if they didn't talk to each other, Nesta couldn't be given an excuse to punch him in the face (as she could be prone to doing). Occasionally, Cassian would lean over and whisper something so lowly to Nesta it was barely a movement of the lips, inaudible to the others even with their fae hearing. Whatever he said would bring reactions anywhere from a serious nod to a light chuckle, and the room got a little still every time it happened.

Long after the night was over, Elain blinked out a drunken half-sleep to find that she was dreadfully thirsty. Crawling slowly enough out of bed that Azriel wouldn't wake, she padded blearily for the kitchen. She was halfway down the stairs when she heard the murmur of soft voices coming from the living room.

That woke her up fully. Eyeing the grandfather clock, she saw that it was four-thirty in the morning. The whole house should have been asleep by now.

Turning toward the living room, Elain paused just beyond the archway. The only light came from the dying glow of the fireplace, and in the armchair before it—

Nesta sat on Cassian’s lap, wrapped up in his arms with a small pile of gifts between them. They were engrossed in some low conversation about their plans for Solstice, but the way they were looking at each other…

Bile got caught with a gasp in Elain’s throat as Nesta leaned in to kiss Cassian. That was her big sister who Cassian had his hands all over, one of them squeezing her thigh and creeping dangerously higher.

When their kiss became deeper, with clear and present threat of tongue, Elain couldn't hold back her squeal.

Nesta jumped in Cassian’s lap. “Shit!”

Cassian brought a hand to his mouth, where Nesta had accidentally bitten down on his lip in surprise. They both whirled to face Elain in the doorway.

“You are together!” Elain accused, pointing. The idea of it was not as sweet as it had been a few hours ago, before Elain had caught her closest and coldest sister in such a vulnerable position with the Illyrian commander.

Cassian stared at her, then laughed deeply.

Nesta’s face was red under the firelight, out of anger or embarrassment, Elain didn't know. “No shit, we're together,” she said harshly. “What are you doing at this hour, Elain?”

“What do you mean, ‘no shit’?” Elain demanded. “You didn't tell anybody! You didn't even let us ask!”

Nesta looked at Elain like she was stupid, while Cassian wisely kept his mouth shut. “Why would we have to announce our relationship? Don’t you have eyes?”

Elain shut her mouth at that. “Well, we all thought…” she trailed off.

Cassian poked Nesta's side. “See what happens if you don't tell your family everything? They become clueless.”

She looked at Cassian. “It was fun to make them squirm, though, wasn't it?”

“So it was mind games,” Elain said.

“It wasn't anything except us keeping to our own business,” Nesta said. “We even share a home together and none of you noticed. That is not our problem.” She didn't sound irritated like she once might have been, but rather that the antics of the Inner Circle endlessly amused her. Nesta's friend group had certainly given her an odd sense of humor.

Elain blinked. “Oh— well… where do we go from here?”

Cassian played with the ends of Nesta’s ponytail. “You leave us alone and we get back to foreplay?” he suggested.

Nesta looked inclined to agree, but she elbowed Cassian in the ribs in defense of her sister anyway.

Elain shut her eyes, her pounding headache suddenly inescapable. “That might be a good idea.” She covered her face and turned for the kitchen. “I’m glad we could clear this up.”

She was not actually glad, but rather she was not sober enough yet to comprehend how Nesta and Cassian functioned as a couple. It wasn't even until she was back upstairs with her glass of water that Nesta’s words finally processed—

“They share a what together?”

***

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What happened in Mr. Pigeon 72?

Pain. Specifically the groan-inducing kind.

- The episode starts with Ladybug, dressed in a pink coat, goggles, and her hair wrapped with a towel. She's stirring a cauldron and talking about how it's great to be Ladybug and that she has a lot of powers. She asks if Alya can imagine if she were to defeat Shadow Moth as he wouldn't be showing up anymore. She uses her ladle to point to a board in front of her, akin to a conspiracy board with photos of various akuma pinned with red marking going from various ones. The akuma are also marked with varying numbers of stars each.

- Ladybug notes that Shadow Moth is reakumatizing more and more people and wonders aloud why that is, her spoon on Mr. Pigeon and then pointing at Lady Wifi instead. Ladybug states that it's because he knows them and knows how to press them where it hurts. Alya agrees and brings up that she's been akumatized into Lady Wifi four times because she (Marinette) has been hiding something from her and it was driving her crazy. Ladybug, though still busy with what she's working on as she picks up a piece of paper, saddens and states that she had to. Alya says her that she knows and that she's here to help her.

- Alya glances up at Marinette's board, then looks on in shock as she notes that Mister Pigeon has been akumatized seventy-one times (the stars I mentioned the pictures are marked with indicate how many times they've been akumatized. Ladybug states that he's a man with no history, attached to his pigeons, and she adds that she promised to protect him from Shadow Moth but she can't. She then groans at the paper in her hand, lamenting that she doesn't understand the grimoire. Wayzz chimes in to say that Master Fu didn't either, but he succeeded by taking his time to rest. Ladybug appears to have an epiphany, thinking that she's got it, and hurries to the cauldron to sprinkle an ingredient in. There's an explosion, loud enough for Tom and Sabine (down in the bakery) to flinch in shock and look up at the ceiling.

- Ladybug, Alya, and the kwami had been knocked back by the blast, Adrien pictures from Marinette's wall (yes, they're back for one episode again) scattered across the floor. Ladybug gets up and says that she could've sworn it was the pepper, walking off back to the cauldron to try again. Trixx flies over to Alya and asks her to help them reason with Ladybug, leading Alya to ask Ladybug how long she's been at it. Ladybug answers that it's six, seven, maybe ten days, and that it's the holidays so she's going all out. Alya looks to see Marinette's sewing machine and stuff resting on the floor, then asks when the last time she worked on her creations was. Ladybug replies that she's always creating, gesturing to her trap door where a contraption is set up, which she explains is so no one can enter her room when she's not there. She then puts on headphones and a large hat with tiny satellites, stating that she can hear everything without being there using it. Alya gets close, whispering that she's the only one who's able to tell her that... then screams that Ladybug's losing it, causing Ladybug to stagger back in shock.

- Alya approaches, telling Ladybug to trust her, and explains that she too gets stuck whenever she's stubbornly looking for something. She tells Ladybug that she needs a break, which Ladybug refuses, saying that she won't until she succeeds in preventing Shadow Moth from doing harm. She tries dumping something else in the cauldron, causing another explosion which sends Tom and Sabine to the floor down in the bakery. Sabine says that Marinette's science worries her, but Tom reminds her that Marinette asked them not to interrupt her. The scene cuts back to Alya and Ladybug, back on the ground with Ladybug's hat+headphones off and the towel specifically draped over her head. Alya pulls the towel back and says that she understands, then recites something her grandmother said about not waiting for the storm to pass and instead dancing in the rain. Ladybug, distressed, echoes the dance comment and questions it, considering that she can’t so long as Shadow Moth attacks the ones she loves, She gets up to go back to the cauldron.

- Trixx hovers over to Alya, the two sharing a worried look, then Alya looks down and notices the Adrien pictures on the floor. She smirks, then tells Ladybug that she must not know about Adrien and Kagami no longer being together. Ladybug drops what she was doing in shock, turning so quickly that the towel slaps her in the face. She throws it off and asks Alya if she's serious. Alya winks at Trixx, then gapes as Ladybug notes that she has to go and console Kagami, who "must be devastated." Alya walks up and asks if it's Adrien that she should be consoling, which confuses Ladybug, who asks why she should. Alya echoes Marinette dreams of a house, three children, and a hamster, asking if it reminds her of anything. Ladybug says that she and Adrien won't end up together and that she can hardly talk to him. She starts to say that she doesn't have feelings for him, then notices an Adrien picture stuck to her arm and pulls it off, finishing what she was saying with a dejected expression. She says more firmly that she's not in love with him and that's it, then adds that Kagami is perfect for him, can talk to him, and they even do fencing together. She laments how sad Kagami must be, which Alya doubts immensely, asking if the magic fumes got to her head. Ladybug explains that she's Kagami's only friend, and thus only she can console her.

- Alya suddenly accepts what she's being told, telling Marinette to go and comfort Kagami so long as she's out there thinking about something else, adding that she'll sort through the grimoire notes to make sense of them. Ladybug asks if she'd really do that for her, to which Alya assures her that she's not alone anymore and repeats that she's here to help. Ladybug hugs and thanks her, then starts to run off before Alya tugs her to a stop, asking her if she's forgetting something. Ladybug looks down, realizing her mistake, then de-transforms. Alya asks if she's forgetting something else, which Marinette denies until she remembers her pool bag. Alya adjust her glasses, amused, then calls her name and points to Marinette's outfit; she's still in her pajamas.

- The scene cuts to Marinette leaving the house, but stopping as Sabine calls out to her, asking if she's finished with her presentation. Marinette stumbles for an answer, then says that Alya's helping her and she's taking a break. She clutches her growling stomach, so Tom offers her pastries, which she hurries to take and thank him for. She exits the bakery with a croissant in her mouth, briefly blinded by the sunlight, and Tom says that she's welcome as she runs off. Marinette then pulls out her phone and talks about going to console Kagami.

- Cut to Kagami practicing her fencing with Tomoe watching. Kagami hears her phone ring, then answers it. Marinette asks Kagami where she is and Kagami explains that she's in the Jardin des Tuileries. Marinette tells her not to move because she's coming, and Kagami looks back at her mother and warns that it's not the right time. Marinette responds by saying that she'll always be there for her, then hangs up. Kagami stares at the phone, then is about to go back to fencing when Marinette charges in from behind her, jumping high up and landing on her. Marinette calls her name cheerfully, then notices Tomoe and asks if she'd like a bun, sliding the basket of pastries onto Tomoe's lap. Kagami - looking put off - states to her mother that she remembers Marinette, which Tomoe confirms that she remembers Marinette very clearly, calling Marinette "original." Marinette, while pushing Kagami away (Kagami just awkwardly still while they go), tells Tomoe that she'll bring Kagami back in an hour, encouraging Tomoe to taste the bun, saying that it's filled with fresh fruit and she'll love it. Tomoe silently tastes it, not moving from her spot on the bench.

- Cut to just outside the Canal Saint-Martin, where Marinette is still pushing Kagami who looks sour and is crossing her arms. Marinette says that Adrien is at the pool for a commercial and states that they'll make up. Kagami asks if Marinette knows his schedule and Marinette states that she does over the next three years. She adds that she's going to help them get back together, but Kagami stops the both of them in place, saying that she doesn't want to make up with him. She starts to say that she left him, but Marinette cuts in to ask what she's talking about. She presumes that Kagami thinks that she's not up to it and says that's wrong because she's strong and perfect. She starts to say that Adrien is also, at which point Kagami calls Marinette's name. Marinette throws her hands out to cut Kagami off, stating that they have to be together, adding that Adrien out out of sight and thus out of Kagami's heart, but when Kagami sets her eyes on him, she'll blush, stammer...

- Kagami pulls out her phone and starts tapping on her phone. Marinette is talking about children and hamsters when her phone rings, cutting her off. She excuses herself and pulls out the phone, answering, at which point Kagami says into the phone (and thus over the line) that she doesn't want to be with Adrien anymore and she's very disappointed in him. Marinette, undeterred, starts pushing Kagami again, telling Kagami to trust her and that she's up to the task.

- The two arrive at the swimming pool when Marinette notices Gorilla guarding the door. Marinette laments that she should've know better that he pool would be closed for filming. Kagami starts heading off, saying that they'll go then, but Marinette snags her arm and says that they're going in by distracting the guard.

- Cut to Adrien inside the pool area, going into a room to change. Plagg pops out of his bag, unknowingly echoing Alya as he says that he's the only one who can tell Adrien this, shouting that he's losing it. He complains about Adrien diving into ice water when he could be eating cheese instead. In response, Adrien zips open his bag to reveal that it's filled to the brim with cheese, which excites Plagg. Plagg dives in and says that he takes back everything, saying that Adrien's in the right mind, chowing down as he talks about his life being great. Adrien, now shirtless and wearing swimming trunks, smiles and leaves.

- Adrien travels to the platform jutting out above the pool and looks down at Bob Roth, who explains to Gabriel (over a tablet) that Adrien takes off from the top of the Eiffel Tower in slow motion, doves surrounding him, and his fall goes on infinitely qith the slogan, "A dive into Paris; romantic, magical, and eternal." He adds that there'll be a splash as Adrien plunges into a river of apple juice, followed by a back shot and another splash with the new Gabriel perfume. Gabriel points out that it's pigeons, not doves that they have, but Bob laughs him off, denying it as he slaps the tablet down. Xavier Ramier, standing by, starts to chime in that his birds aren't doves, but Bob pulls him aside to say that it's in their interest for Gabriel to believe they're doves, and that Bob himself will win big while convincing the mayor to create a pigion sanctuary for Xavier. Xavier nods in agreement and Bob returns to the tablet to tell Gabriel that the problem is solved. Bob shouts for things to start and Adrien readies himself. Bob calls for action while Xavier uses his whistle to command the pigeons to fly around Adrien. Adrien jumps and the pigeon surround him, then Adrien front flips and lands in the water. Gabriel tells them to go again because something's missing.

- Meanwhile, Marinette takes a picture of Gorilla with her phone and taps on her phone, uploading it somewhere. Wayhem pops up with a cardboard Adrien, along with a bunch of fans, and they exclaim that Adrien is at the pool. Gorilla gasps and holds them back while Marinette sneaks herself and Kagami inside.

- Back with the commercial, Gabriel says that they have the magic and eternal part, but they're missing the romantic part of Paris. He states that they need a red rose and says that a dove will bring it to Adrien, who will take it between his teeth before diving in. Xavier uses his whistle again and a pigeon flies over to an open case, pulling out a rose and returning to land on Xavier's shoulder. Xavier calls him "Edgar" and says that he can be trusted, as there's no one more obedient than "this little pigeon." Bob Roth "corrects" him, shouting that it's a dove, and Adrien protests that he's allergic to pigeons. Bob insists that nothing will happen and that - again - it's a dove. Gabriel, from his tablet, tells them that they have thirty minutes and proceeds to end the call. Bob glares at Xavier and tells him not to let him down, to which Xavier grins nervously.

- Marinette and Kagami are nearby, with Marinette saying that it's time for camouflage and starts pulling out various objects (among them, a familiar black umbrella; how convenient). Kagami asks if she always takes this with her, and Marinette says that she does and that she has to, then diverts the topic to say that Kagami must always be ready to cross paths with Adrien. She goes onto say that everything inside is foldable, even a ball gown that she presents to her, adding that Kagami will need it when she's reconciled with Adrien. Kagami shakes her head, but Marinette isn't looking at her, finding a pair of swimsuits and then getting up to whisk Kagami away.

- Adrien is heading up to the platform again while Marinette drags Kagami along, both in swimsuits. Marinette hides herself and Kagami behind a pillar, both peeking out, and Marinette says aloud that she bets Kagami is already falling in love again. Kagami looks at her and says that she hasn't, so Marinette turns Kagami's head back towards Adrien and says that it's because she hasn't seen Adrien in action yet.

- Bob Roth calls for action again. Adrien readies himself and Xavier whistles to let his pigeons fly, including the one with the rose. Adrien takes off, but predictably sneezes as Edgar gets close. Edgar flies back to Xavier, perching on his arm, and Bob chides that the pigeon isn't supposed to return with the rose. Xavier explans that the sneeze scared him, and Adrien comes out of the water to say that he'd warned Bob, promptly sneezing again.

- Marinette is watching from a distance, telling Kagami to look at how cute Adrien is and asking if she feels her heartbeat or gets any chills. Kagami merely states that she feels bad for the pigeons' trainer. Marinette says it's because her eyes didn't meet with Adrien's, but Kagami is disinterested and looks back to what's going on.

- Bob pulls out a noseclip, saying it's for his allergy to doves. Adrien, clearly tired of this, puts it on and slumps away. They try the scene again, but just as Adrien goes to grab the rose, he spots Marinette and Kagami, Marinette absolutely LIFTING Kagami and rushing over, saying that her eyes have to meet Adrien. Kagami is resisting and Marinette says that he's looking and she has to look back. Adrien, thoroughly distracted, screams and ungracefully belly-flops into the water. Bob, angry, yells at Xavier to say that it's not impossible to work with the pigeon and that it's not that complicated to deliver a rose mid-ar. Adrien gets up and insists that it's his fault, as he thought he saw a friend from school. Bob and Xavier follow Adrien's gaze, but see nothing (Marinette shushes Kagami from behind a pillar). Bob says as much, adding that what he does see is a pigeon who can't do as asked and he's going to have it banned if it causes the shooting of his advertisement to fail.

- Meanwhile, Marinette is bouncing in place, looking at Kagami hopefully, but Kagami says that she feels nothing, only embarrassment for her, Adrien, and the whole situation. She says that she's leaving and goes to walk off, but Marinette pulls her back and argues that she's too far away. She explains that the attraction is felt better when close and assures that she has an idea.

- Adrien is stepping up to the platform again, with Marinette rushing Kagami towards him. Bob goes to call for action, then gets a notifcation. It's Gabriel, asking if he's ready. Bob nervously says that they are, then gives Xavier a warning glare. Xavier whispers to Edgar to remember that if Bob is happy, then he'll talk to the mayor and the pigeons will all live happily in Paris. Edgar eagerly takes the rose in response.

- Bob calls for action. Adrien is readying himself when the door opens behind him, Marinette pulling Kagami out towards Adrien. Kagami tells her to stop and it's getting crazy, to which Marinette insists that love is crazy and tells her not to think about it. Kagami's arms then slip out of Marinette's hands and she bumps into Adrien, both of them going careening off the platform. Both Marinette and Adrien turn in mid-air so they're facing each other, Adrien calling Marinette's name confusedly while Marinette grins weakly. Adrien's back hits Edgar on the way down and they both splash into the water (which is given multiple repeat shots from different angles). Xavier worriedly calls out to his bird and hurries to retrieve it, then brings it back and flaps its wings to make it spit out the water in its lungs, breathing into it afterwards.

- Adrien and Marinette exit the water and Adrien asks what she's doing there. Marinette says that she came to surprise him, then corrects herself to say that she came to relax, then asks about him in return. Adrien says that they're shooting a commercial and the pool is supposed to be closed. Marinette feigns surprise and says that it explains why there was no one at the reception desk, adding that she felt bad about kissing him, then corrects it to "embarrassing" him, since he's working. She assures that she's leaving and gets up, but slips on nothing and goes careening into crates of pools toys that go splashing into the water, though she recovers and hurries away.

- Gabriel states that the commercial is a failure. Bob angrily retorts that it's not his fault, then switches blame onto Xavier. Xavier is angry too and says that Edgar is his best friend and the most intelligent of pigeons. Gabriel repeats that it's a pigeon and Bob feigns shock over it being a pigeon, again blaming Xavier and saying that he lied to him. He apologizes to Gabriel and says that he'll replace Xavier, adding that he knows a shark trainer. Gabriel tells him to not disappoint him again, promptly hanging up. The scene cuts to Gabriel, who talks about what a fiasco things turned into, then turns to his portrait of Emilie with a pitiful look on his face, saying to "his love" that they might be able to get some good out of it.

- Meanwhile, Bob tells Xavier to get out and that he's fired. Xavier reminds him that he promised to talk to the mayor, to which Bob says he'll tell the mayor to ban the "flying rats." He shouts for Xavier to leave and Adrien tries to pursue him, but Xavier just says that he failed, picking up his case and leaving.

- Shadow Moth monologues that Xavier's despair has reached an unprecedented level, sending out an akuma to go after him. Xavier is just leaving the pool area - with Gorilla still trying to hold the rabid fans back - when the akuma his his whistle. Shadow Moth introduces himself and talks about how humans and pigeons don't live in harmony, then Xavier cuts in to say that he'll change the humans he meets into pigeons. Turned into Mr. Pigeon once more, he blows his whistle, turning all the pigeons black with a rim of red around their eyes. He rambles aloud, asking what Paris would be like without its pigeons or Mr. Pigeon, then adds that everyone will have to accept them from now on, because everyone will be like them. He sends his pigeons after Gorilla and the fans, turning them all into evil pigeons as well.

-Back with Marinette and Kagami, Kagami is struggling to walk away as Marinette is clinging to her ankle, begging her to try again. She says that she's realized her mistake and they can recreate the moment where Kagami fell in love. Kagami starts to talk back to her, but is hit by an evil pigeon, changing her into a pigeon as well. Marinette gasps out her name, then looks out to see Bob and Adrien being chased by the evil pigeons. Marinette hurries into one of the rooms to hide.

- Plagg, meanwhile, hears the commotion and flies out from his cheese pile to open the door and peek out. He sees Adrien being chased and groans about how they were having such a good time. Marinette has just transformed and leaves as Ladybug, swinging across the pool to reach where Adrien is. Adrien sneezes and slams into a wall, hit by a pigeon while he was distracted. Ladybug and Plagg call out to him in shock, then Ladybug slips into one of the rooms again to hide. Plagg swallows the cheese he's holding and phases through the wall just as Ladybug's trying to call Chat Noir. Plagg explains that Chat is a pigeon, then Ladybug uses her Lucky Charm to get a hand-cranked drill. She's confused and Plagg comments that she won't escape through such a small hole. Ladybug closes her eyes, her Lucky Vision flashing on Plagg, then her yoyo's screen, then the pool toys, then Alya, and finally the drill. Ladybug has an idea and makes a comment implying that she's not escaping anywhere at all.

- Alya is sorting through Marinette's notes while the kwami carry things around. Alya has an epiphany and says that - as like her investigations - the answers were right in front of her. She then hears the commotion outside and looks to see the pigeons, Fluff lamenting that this isn't normal and it's a catastrophe. Alya pulls out her phone and sees Nadja reporting that Mr. Pigeon is back, then gets transformed into a pigeon just as she's about to explain his new power. Alya gasps, then gets a call from Ladybug that she immediately answers. Ladybug says that she's stuck at the pool and Alya assures that she's on her way. Ladybug tells her that it's too dangerous to go out and that Chat Noir is a pigeon. Alya asks what to do and Ladybug explains that "Ladybug and Chat Noir" have to bring her Mr. Pigeon. Alya understands and hurries to Marinette's special box, putting in the code to reveal the Miracle Box. Alya slips on the necklace, saying to Trixx that Ladybug needs them, then transforms. She uses Mirage, Ladybug and Chat Noir appearing on the roof and doing a high and low five before leaping off. Rena, a screen being projected from the part of her flute that she'd normally breathe into, assures Ladybug that her illusions are on their way. Ladybug thanks her.

- Andre is hurrying towards a car, two bodyguards at his side, but all three are hit by pigeons. Mr. Pigeon says that Paris is now a pigeon's paradise as the mayor is a pigeon too. Shadow Moth interripts to remind him that there are still "other evils" preventing him from ruling. Mr. Pigeon calls out to Ladybug and Chat Noir and tells them to deliver themselves to him, or he'll spread his wings again and the whole world will become a pigeon. His airplanes made out of pigeons then take off.

- Rena is shown posing, at which point "Chat Noir" shows up to see Xavier. Rena is shown talking "for him," saying that - in Mr. Pigeon's place - he'd turn everyone into kittens since everyone loves those. Ladybug lands beside him and leans on Chat Noir, Rena speaking "for her" to as she comments about ladybugs instead since they bring good luck. The real Ladybug, hearing all of this from her yoyo, congratulates Rena on her good work and adds that she couldn't have said it better herself.

- Mr. Pigeon comments that ladybugs are delicious - a protein snack for pigeons - and "Ladybug" says that he'll have to catch them first. "Ladybug" and "Chat Noir" jump away and Mr. Pigeon gives chase. The real Ladybug says that if he touches the illusions, they'll disappear, but Rena assures that they're comment. Ladybug then tells Plagg that it's his turn, with Plagg complaining that he hates both water and pigeons, and Chat Noir can't deal with them for him. He phases through the wall, then into one of the pool toys (a ball) to hide. The Ladybug and Chat Noir illusions enter, still running from Mr. Pigeon, then get cornered against the wall at one end of the pool. Mr. Pigeon comments that jewelry isn't allowed and the real Ladybug shouts into her communicator for Rena to initiate the plan. "Chat Noir" says that they have no choice and "Ladybug" gives in as well. They both remove their miraculouses and de-transform into random civilians. Shadow Moth is celebrating that it's finally happening.

- The real Ladybug shouts again for Rena to go with the plan, and Rena has the two illusions throw their miraculouses into the water. Mr. Pigeon notes that pigeons can't swim, but he can, so he jumps towards the water. Partway there, Plagg leaves his hiding spot, snagging Mr. Pigeon's necklace as the illusions fade away and Shadow Moth yells out in frustration. Mr. Pigeon emerges from the water and points after Plagg, the pigeons giving chase as Plagg flies off. Ladybug uses the hand-cranked drill to drill a hole in the door, allowing Plagg to slip through with the whistle while the pigeons can't fit through, one in particular getting stuck. Plagg hands it to Ladybug and she drops it, smashing it under her foot. She purifies the akuma as always and uses Miraculous Ladybug to bring everything back to normal.

- Shadow Moth, from his lair, talks to no one to tell Ladybug to have fun with her magic tricks, as he'll crush her one day and it won't be an illusion. Plagg, meanwhile, tells Adrien that he's glad to see him again and asks him what's up, wondering if he's still sneezing. A pigeon feather flies by and Adrien does indeed sneeze, confirming that he's allergic more than ever.

- Mr. Pigeon de-akumatized back into Xavier. Ladybug helps him up and he realizes what happened, asking if he was Shadow Moth's victim again. Ladybug says that she'd like to tell him that it was the last one, but she can't stop it. Rena Rouge lands, saying that she's not so sure, and approaches Ladybug with a page of the grimoire. Ladybug is surprised to see her and Rena states that she (Ladybug) is the guardian, but she forgets that she's Ladybug also. Ladybug asks if there was something in the grimoire and Rena says that there wasn't, suggesting that it's not a collections of rules and solutions, but a guardian's findings about a miraculous. Ladybug wonders if that's refering to her creative power, and Rena confirms that she has to create and that she alone sets the limits. Ladybug nods and a transformation sequences ensues, a circle lighting up beneath her and then lighting up her spots. Ladybug is surprised at first, then runs with the transformation, her pigtails lengthening with an extra light purple piece added to her ponytail holders, and black being added to her suit with red spots in place of black. Ladybug then holds out her yoyo, reaching inside and pulling out a small charm in Mr. Pigeon's colors.

- Alya is amazed and asked her what she did and what the charm is. Ladybug explains that it's a magical charm, giving it to Xavier and telling him to keep it with him to protect him from negative emotions. Xavier asks if this means that Shadow Moth can never akumatize him again, then gets excited and expresses this to the pigeons. He leaves excitedly with them, exclaiming how they'll never be villains of Paris again. Rena and Ladybug fistbump while Adrien looks on and says that Ladybug is truly miraculous.

- Cut to later. It's raining outside and Marinette is standing with Kagami in the rain when Tomoe's car pulls up. The door opens automatically and Kagami echoes what Marinette was talking about earlier about the beating heart and tingling. She says that she felt all of it and Marinette gets exctied, but then Kagami taps Marinette's chest and states that she felt it through Marinette, because Marinette is the one who blushes and stutters around Adrien; she even knows his schedule over the next three years. Kagami says that Marinette is right and Adrien is perfect, but he's perfect for Marinette. Marinette struggles for a response, just barely managing to call out to Kagami as Kagami is leaving. Kagami looks back, but then sits in her seat, the door closing and the car riding off. The camera turns around as Marinette watches the car go, Adrien exiting the building behind her. He notices the umbrella and asks if Marinette's kept it all this time, the camera cutting to a close-up of Marinette's shocked eyes.

- Adrien calls out to her, Marinette turning around and asking if he remembers that and adding that he entangled it for her. She corrects it to "loaned," then explains that it was crying, which she corrects to raining. She says that, now, she can take it from him, then corrects to say that she can give it back. Adrien is put off, then smiles and says that she'll need it to get home. Marinette looks away and admits that he's not wrong, then they both look as Gorilla pulls up in a car. Adrien suggests that they can drop her off at home and Marinette nods, going up to his side. The umbrella closes on both of them and they laugh, then Adrien pushes it back up. Marinette suggests that they walk home together since they have an umbrella, and Adrien smiles - about to respond - when he remembers Gorilla, who opens the back door. Adrien says sadly that he has Chinese class and she knows how his father is demanding. He says that he'll see her at school and Marinette nods, saying that she'll see him tomorrow. Adrien runs to the car, turns to look at her, then hits the back of his head as he goes to slip into the car. Marinette and Adrien chuckle, then Marinette waves as Adrien gets into his seat and closes the door. The car rides off and it's revealed that Kagami was watching them from a distance. She says that the two are made for each other, then tells the driver to go.

- Marinette is walking home with a smile on her face. Tikki pops out to ask how she's doing, and Marinette says that everything is fine. She repeats the saying that Alya had told her, then runs forward and cheers, splashing in a puddle as she goes and the episode ends.

#category: episode summaries #episode: Mr. Pigeon 72 #other: ml spoilers #((Sorry about the wait on these! Again lol four episodes in one week DRAINED me.))