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m-ayo-o · 5 months

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Ok well now you just HAVE to write Itadori and Megumi with Bunny reader

brain is all mushy now. this one is super gross !! mdni pls god 18+ Yuji + Megumi 21+ x bunny girl. somno- being woken up with oral + someone already inside. unprotected sex, breeding, multiple rounds, mentions of double vaginal penetration, lengthy description of creampie ! unrealistic. fiction. CONSCIOUS CONSENT is always required !!! + wrap b4 u tap ty ted talk over pt. one ⋆ hybrid fics

You slowly wake up from your lovely dreams of being filled by Yuji to a warm, wet sensation between your legs.

You suddenly feel so hot and your tummy is all full of arousal already, and you're only just peeking your eyes open.

"O-oh, oh-"

Your little voice alerts the two men that you're finally waking up, your eyelashes fluttering open to find...

"Megumi"

Oh, he's back, your gorgeous owner is home...with his face between your legs, humming contently now you're awake.

"Megumi, owner, y-you- you're home-! ah-"

"Yeah, bunny, I'm back I love you I missed you so much" he sighs into you with a glance up your squirming body, returning his tongue immediately to lap and suck an orgasm from you.

"Nhgg, nhh ahhh-"

You can't believe he's got you there already.

And it's then, with your pussy clenching up and squeezing juice everywhere, that you realise you're not empty.

Oh no, you're far from empty. In fact, you're stuffed so full with something (someone) so warm and thick that your little head starts to spin.

"Hhahh-" your pussy flutters over him, the intense pleasure blowing your mind already and you've only been awake two minutes.

You slam your hands down to ground yourself, seeking purchase on the sheets, but your fingers dig into something firm and hot.

"Oh, bunny! Don't be so rough with me!" you hear the cutest giggle from behind you, his hot chest muscles against your back, and you know who it is right away.

You can't find your voice for a few more seconds, until the waves of pleasure start to subside.

"Yu- Yuuuji !!!!"

"Yeah honey bunny?"

"m sorry-"

"Bunny I was kidding, you can do whatever you want to me, just promise you won't stop squeezing my cock ok?"

"nh nhhh promise"

"I could barely even pull out of you last night you felt so good, cutie, so I just waited for Megumi to get home so we could share you. I hope that's ok?"

"unn uuhh uhhhhhuuhh"

You let out delirious moans, feeling Yuji's hips wiggle, jerking his cock ever so slightly inside you, while Megumi just keeps going.

He works your little clit some more, taking you higher with each release, then Yuji gets impatient. You feel him start to thrust slowly, with your back in a deep arch and his hands on your waist.

Megumi kneels up at the end of the bed and watches you two, now he can clearly see how stretched you are from Yuji's fat cock.

You're taking him so well, he wonders if he could fit inside your cute pussy at the same time... he could just kneel on top of Yuji's muscly thighs and shove his dick in.

He watches in a daze, jerking and edging himself to the thought of Yuji's veiny cock pushing against his own, thinking about just how tight you'd feel, and he wonders if you could do it.

That may be pushing you too far, so the thought of it will have to do for now.

Yuji asks to switch, taking your body below his so you can see his gorgeous face and run your fingers through his fuzzy undercut. He proceeds to push you into the deepest mating press, making you whimper out affectionately when he kisses your lips.

"Baby bunny you're so tight like this, you know that?"

"hmmhhuum-"

"Yeah, aw you did? Does Megumi do this position with you too?"

You nod, with your ears flopping a little and your hands grabbing at the muscle of his shoulders.

"Mm, I bet Megumi loves it like this too, huh? Bet he loves filling your cute little pussy like this- shit- shit Gumi? Gumi can you show me, I, I wanna see?"

It's filthy but Yuji's too far gone to care. He needs to dump his thick load in you, then have his friend fill you up directly after.

"Please will you-ahh?"

"You want me to show you how I fuck my girl?"

"Yeahuhh uh huhh" he nods, getting more and more turned on with every thrust.

"Well you better finish up so I can take my turn. We can't both fit our dicks in there, can we?"

Fuck.

Yuji explodes at the thought of sharing you with Megumi. Of rubbing their wet cocks together, smearing your juice all over each other.

"Come on then, bunny," Megumi barely lets Yuji's cum trickle out of you before he's lining himself up, "let's get you filled up again and show him how we fuck"

It's hard to believe he's taking you in the same position, with his body pressed so hard on yours, his strength pinning you down and his teeth sinking into your neck.

"Oh fuck you do it so hard Megumi, that's mean, do you like that bunny, are you okay?"

"Yeah yeah Yuji it's - it's- ahh!!"

"Poor baby can't even tell him how good you feel, want me to slow down?"

"N-nhhuh no no no!!!!"

"You like it like this?"

Of course you do.

You're a little too fucked out to tell him exactly how you're feeling, but not so much that you can't start begging for his cum.

He knew you'd start this up at some point- you always do. When he fucks you for so long, for his own pleasure, you end up whining that he needs to hurry up and cum already.

You keep on begging, changing your usual tune slightly-

"Megumi, owner, Yuji's not inside me anymore," you cry, sounding so upset at the fact, "I want you both, ple-please I need it..."

"Hm," he hums into your neck, pausing his biting and kissing, "you want to suck him?"

"N-no- no- want him... inside with you," you sniffle and plead your owner understands.

You hear a groan from Yuji, who still recovering but slowly stroking his growing hard on.

"Baby, we won't fit. You've seen- felt how big he is."

Your owner is firm with this matter, telling you that it won't work and maybe next time you can try it if you behave really well.

So you sniffle and push aside your thoughts of Yuji and him filling you together, as if it wouldn't be the most satisfying pleasure in the world for such a needy bunny in heat.

But, at least you have both of their sweet loads inside you, with Megumi pressing a final hot kiss to your lips. He pushes himself so deep you can feel the heat of his creamy mess right near your cervix. He knows you won't get pregnant this time, but one day... he might just have to fulfil your insatiable natural desires.

He pulls out so slow- he knows you're filled up for now. He knows this look on your face oh so well. You've been completely taken care of, and this could be the end of your ridiculous horny heat behaviours.

But, when his dick is sliding out, his tip popping through your tight entrance, and he sees the gushing white liquid... his eyes cloud over again.

"Bunny-" his fingers find the cream now, spreading it over your lips and pushing it back inside.

Yuji hears how his friend is moaning and leans forward to look for himself.

"Oh, fuck, sweetie-" he's amazed at the amount of cum that's spilling from you right now and can't help but join his friend.

He extends his fingers- thicker and rougher than Megumi's- and they push in two digits each, spreading your hole nicely.

With the drag of their fingers and the lubrication of their thick loads, your body convulses with another orgasm.

But now you can see how they're looking at you, with their dicks hard and flushed again- Yuji's getting those thick and pulsing veins while Megumi's bends up with precum leaking at the tip again- you know they're not done with you.

And now, they're the ones begging for you.

"One more round, princess?"

"Is that okay, sweetie?"

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Jake Kiszka // Female Narrator

Part Six

After a blinding light eradicates mankind, you're left in a desolate and empty world. A year of solitude eliminates all belief that anyone else was left behind. Until a chance encounter on the side of the road. Jake is injured and fighting for his life, but his presence brings a renewed sense of hope. Touch starved and lonely, you need him. And undoubtedly, he needs you too.

A/N: This particular chapter includes themes of extremely dark thoughts. Including thoughts of ending life. This is integral for the storyline. Does not reflect the writers personal thoughts or feelings towards triggering potential readers as it is not their intention to do so. So please, proceed with caution, as always. And if you don't wish to read such themes please do not read this chapter.

"It would be the last man on earth that would end up being mine..."

Explicit sexual content Sex (penetrative & oral) /Foreplay /Blood / Injury / Hunting. / Intense emotions / Death.

Day 470 ~ Jake

She looked so peaceful. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes were rolling around behind closed lids. And even though I wondered what she was dreaming about, I didn't dare wake her. There was just something unsettling about trying to sleep in other people's houses and I had never slept well a single night until I found her.

I saw no reason to wake her just to tell her I was going back to the music room. I figured she would hear me as soon as dawn broke and come looking for me. Now that I'd picked up a guitar again, it was like I was being called to arms. The need to play was a welcome and not a melancholy reminder anymore.

In the early hours of morning it still felt as if the world was asleep. That everyone was still tucked up in their beds, just a few hours away from alarm clocks going off and coffee pots being switched on. It was easy to forget at this time, easy to pretend that we were the only ones left. I sometimes liked to wake up early just to catch that feeling.

It was still dark outside as I set myself up on one of the amps. I turned the volume right down and closed the door. Strumming a few notes but not playing anything in particular. I couldn't set myself to something I'd already played, and was still figuring out how to create something now on my own. It still felt strange not having Josh stood there telling me it needed to be a little faster or slower. Or Sam picking which one of us he was going to agree with that day, my heart sinking if he'd chosen Josh. Our mediator sitting behind his drums diligently tapping away if the conversation got a little too heated. I hadn't really given much thought to how much I missed Danny. But now that I was staring at the old drum kit by the window, I realised that I did miss him.

I wasn't really paying attention to the window behind. Or the pair of eyes watching me. My mind was stepping back in time, trying to think of old riffs that I'd abandoned. It wasn't until they moved that I almost dropped the guitar straight onto my foot. Something I'd never done before.

"Holy shit!!!" I cursed, reeling back as the eyes reflected in the light from inside the house.

I couldn't see much, other than a pair of roving circles peering in. I could feel my breath catch in my chest, panic begin to rise. I knew it wasn't human by the way it moved, only a foot or so off the ground and far too prowl- like to belong to any man or woman.

"What the fuck are you?" I wondered aloud, slowly inching towards the glass as if it could somehow reach me through it.

My heart was pumping blood so quickly around my body that I dizzied as I stood. Terrified that whatever it was could somehow get inside and get to Amelia before I could. As I drew closer I could hear the sound of a pitiful whine over the roar of the breeze. And although it was dark, and the reflection of the room was all I could see, the sound reminded me of something I'd heard before.

"Are you hurt?" I asked, switching off the lamp so that I could better see through the dark, the eyes which watched me immediately fading into the morning pitch black.

How many times had I been foolish in my life? When I thought about it, I could raise a nostalgic smile at the boy who had gone into dive bars before he was old enough to drink in them and played guitar while fights broke out around him. And I could consider all the times I'd cliff jumped into abandoned quarries and somehow crawled back out with my life intact. All the times I'd made myself look stupid in front of girls I liked. Done something or said something to make them think I was an idiot. Or not said something at all, the most foolish thing I could do.

Perhaps none of it was quite as thoughtless as what I did that morning. I checked on Amelia before I grabbed my jacket and went outside. She was still right where I left her, unmoved. I had thought that I might take a walk around the perimeter of the house. See if the creature was still out there.

I didn't think what would happen, could happen. Of all the risks I'd taken in my life, I never envisioned that I'd end up where I did. It was still a little cold as I buttoned up. I could see my breath as the light began to creep in from behind clouds. The wind was enough to move my hair, but moved only gently through the tree's above. A soft white noise soundtracked my steps as I traversed around the heavy woodland surrounding the house.

Until I found myself at the back yard. Staring at the window to the room where I'd just been playing guitar. Not a soul in sight.

"I'll be damned." I whispered to myself, certain that I'd find something.

I knew that what I'd seen I couldn't have imagined. I'd tripped so many times before, I knew the difference between what was real and imagined. I started moving towards the glass, watching my own reflection approach until I could clearly see the guitar right where I had almost dropped it onto my foot.

Dumbfounded. A little spooked, even. I could feel the hairs on my forearms prickle.

"I know there's something out here." I told myself.

Almost as if I was inviting it, I could feel something at my back. I slowly turned. Fear and foolishness gripping me by the throat. I backed up against the window pane. Not one set of eyes, but several stepped out from behind the trees. And I knew I was cornered.

"Clever." I remarked under my breath. "You weren't hurt at all, were you?"

I wondered if they smelled my fear. If they could hear the rush of blood through my veins as my heart pumped faster. There was nowhere for me to run. I scanned across every possible route and all of them were guarded closely by snarling teeth and renegade desires to feed.

If this was how I met my end all I could think of was Amelia. Sleeping soundly, lost in dreams only to wake to find that I was no longer there. I could feel the raging heart in my chest break as I imagined her finding them gnawing away at my corpse. Terrified that I wouldn't be enough to fill their bellies, and that they'd lure her out to die too.

Once they'd been loyal pets. Wearing collars and leashes. They would come when their masters called and chase balls when they were thrown. Settle in front of warm fireplaces and have their bellies rubbed if they rolled over. I could see it in their eyes. The pack mentality that had been suppressed for generations, the wolves in their blood howling to return to their most basic of natures. They were evolving. Growing tactful in their hunt. Luring out their prey under false pretences.

"Easy, now." I said, holding flat palms in front of me, wondering if they would respond to hearing commands they might have forgotten. "Good dogs. Sit...Stay..."

The dog that had appeared to me first cocked his head to the side a little. He was a big, imposing Shepherd breed. With a long nose and a set of sharp teeth on display. His hair was all matted underneath, an old wound still healing on his front leg. None of the dogs sat at my command. I had no control.

"No!" I warned bluntly, "There's a good boy now, Sit!"

It was as if they knew the words but couldn't recall what they meant. Standing in a semi-circle against me. I could see the smaller dogs behind, a counter-pack of terriers and spaniels. It was as if they knew the bigger dogs would have the most impact and had chosen their place in the flanks. To my left was a jet black Dobermann, clipped ears pinned back as it waited for instruction. To my right was a blue eyed Husky with the fairest white mane. Beautiful, if it weren't threatening to tear me limb from limb. And directly in front was my adversary. The Shepherd.

"I know you're hungry." I reasoned, some irrational part of my brain convinced somehow that they would understand. "I can help you, we can find food together. Just don't hurt me."

I wondered why they hesitated. If their hunger was so absolute why didn't they attack on sight? What were they waiting for? They knew I couldn't run. Were they enjoying this? Taking delight in their hunt? What could have possibly made them approach like this, without taking me down in one mass attack?

"Oh my god."

I felt my stomach turn as the penny dropped. I had been lured out there. I was just a pawn in their attempts to lure more food out. There wasn't enough meat on my bones to feed them all. And they knew that.

"You can't have her." I promised, "So, you're just going to have to feast on me."

I'd barely considered what had happened to the dogs that were left behind. I'd crossed paths with a few of them during my time on the road. Some of them would regard me, but rarely approach. Lost in their own wondering of where their beloved people had gone. Some would approach me cautiously, in the endless pursuit of food. But not like this. This was calculated. Organised.

"Jake?!"

Her voice called out from the distance. I could see their ears turn. Saliva dripping from their jowls.

"Please, Jake!!!" She screamed, tortured by my unexplained absence.

Every instinct in me had to fight not to call back. Her begging cries called out to me like a beacon alighted on the mountainside. It was my duty to respond, to let her know that I was still here.

"You keep your eyes on me, you hear?"

I'd never wanted anything more than to see her turn that corner and know that I would never willingly choose to leave her. But if she did, she courted death. Did I want her to live in a world without me? Better to have thought I had vanished than died.

Somehow I found the courage to run. And to my utter horror and relief, they followed.

Day 473 ~ Amelia

I could hear the bird song in the morning light. Another day to exist in a place where once he had. It didn't feel like it had the first time, when everyone else had disappeared. This was more crucifying than anything I could have ever endured before. This wasn't just figuring out how to live on my own, this was figuring out how to do it knowing that I had loved someone else so deeply I wanted only to die.

I walked back to the cabin without him. The acoustic guitar he had played Broken Bells on for me tucked beneath my arm as I made the journey alone. What had begun as such a wholesome idea, ended with me losing him. And I regretted the choice to take him up to that forsaken house. Never had I regretted anything more.

I looked at the spaces where once he'd dwelled. Felt his presence like a ghost that haunted me. Echoes of his voice calling out on the wind, keeping me from sleep in the night and my mind elsewhere during the day. I was keeping the animals fed, but barely functioning. And on the third day without him, I began to consider that I did not want this life.

Day 475 ~ Amelia

The rot had set in. The chickens clucked in their coop. The horses whined in their stables. And I laid in the same sheets that still carried his scent as I stared out of the window. Watching clouds pass over the canopy of trees. Wishing that I could just float away. There was no meaning to any of it anymore. I longed for that same end which had come to everyone, save me.

With Jake, it had been easy to forget that I'd been forsaken. Forgotten. Left behind, or spared. Whichever was the truth, none of it mattered whilst I had him by my side. It was him and it was me, this was ours. A solitary place for us to live out our days until we were old and had forgotten that once we'd live in a world where other people had.

I couldn't do this without him. And so I kept myself wrapped in bed sheets where he'd made love to me before and the fabric still carried the memory of his body. If only me and this bed sheet remembered him it meant that once he'd been real. And I could die knowing that wherever he was, perhaps I'd reach him in death.

Day 477 ~ Amelia

I kicked the corpse of the chicken I had starved to death. Moving it's lifeless body with the edge of my foot as I threw down some feed for the ones who had made it through my grief. I had long since brushed my hair or my teeth. The heavy weight of losing Jake mirrored in the depth of the dark circles beneath my eyes, my pallor was grey. I had not eaten in days and the thought of plucking the dead chicken for meat turned my stomach, so I threw it out into the woods and hoped some creature would find it a tasty meal.

I wasn't living. And the concept of no longer being here began to feel like a gift that I would be giving myself. I didn't want any of this anymore without Jake. Where once there'd been hope that I could do this alone, in it's place was just memories of him that hurt so badly I could scarcely go a day without clutching my belly and falling to my knees. Wailing into the ether where none could hear me.

This wasn't life. It was purgatory. Just a gateway between life and death. My heart was still inexplicably beating. But without purpose. And I was tired of it. For seven days I had tried and failed to carry on without him and for seven days I had carried a strength I could no longer bear. If I was weak, then I'd walk into that weakness willingly and with the knowledge that I had tried. And the only hope that I had left was that which told me that Jake waited for me on the other side.

The version of him that I had imagined was all that I had left. I had loved him so much that I had known that losing him would completely eradicate all my desire to live. There was no amount of time that I could have had with him that would have ever been enough. And the moments which we had shared now felt like only one or two stitches on what could have been a rich tapestry. If I didn't live, there would be nobody left to remember him. But if I lived, I would remember him. And that in itself was the most cruel of fates.

Day 478 ~ Amelia

Today. I had considered it enough. Today was going to be my final day on earth. And although the manner within which I would unravel from my mortal coil had not been determined, I knew that by the time the sun began to set that I'd be set within my death.

I woke early. There were signs of spring in the air as I showered and dressed. The air a little warmer. The sun rising a little earlier. And I finally brushed my hair and teeth. Making sure that I went to my end with a little dignity. I tended to the animals and although I wasn't quite sure why, knowing their end would be as bitter as mine, it felt good to be doing something useful again.

I ate a small breakfast of scrambled eggs and drank a cup of hot coffee. I took a blanket out onto the porch swing and read a few chapters of a book that I'd neglected. All things which I would have done on any other uneventful day. And as I looked up from my pages, I tried to imagine Jake chopping wood on the block opposite the porch.

His wide swing circling back, the axe in both hands. His hair blowing in the breeze, and a look of absolute satisfaction on his lips as the axe blew the wood apart. The back of his hand rested against his forehead as he began to sweat, even though the temperatures outside were far too cool.

I stared into the brush, the green and the brown and the bark of the tree's all lining up to create the forest floor beyond. Listening to the soft bird call and wind through the leaves. I put my book down and decided to just sit there a while and take it all in while I could.

Everything was perfectly still. As if it had paused itself in the wake of my decision to leave it all behind. I almost felt as if I couldn't have picked a more perfect day. I was calm, perhaps too calm.

"I really wish you were here." I said, my eyes roving around the beauty of the forest for one last time.

That was when I saw it. Emerging from beyond what my eye could see. I squinted into it. Not certain at first, convinced that I was imagining it. I slid off the porch swing and advanced down the steps. Something moved between the tree's. Something that wasn't swaying in the breeze or part of the natural order of things. It was dark at first, just a spectre that I couldn't clearly define.

"Jake?!" I said his name before I even knew that it was him.

His name on the breeze called to him. He moved more swiftly, moving aside the shrubbery with his bare hands as he began to run. And I, too, began to run on bare feet into the woods.

"Jake!!!" I screamed it, aching to reach him before I would be torn from this sweetest of dreams.

I purged myself of the love I had for him. Roaring in sobs that came to me unbound as I reached him in a small clearing just beyond the cabin boundary. Over those biting sobs, there was no sound. I buried my face into the curve of his hollow neck. Whatever had been locked inside me, spilling out against his flesh. I cried without thought or regard. I had no control over it, the days of struggle all seemed to converge until I cried hopelessly and fiercely into him.

He clutched me tightly. Refusing to let him see my face, I forced myself to stay against his chest. This dream I would not wake from. If I looked into his eyes I would know it wasn't real and I was not ready to give it up. I would let him hold me for as long as I could hold on to him. And I would cherish the sweetness of such a vivid untruth. It was all but a dream, just a dream...

"Amelia..." He uttered.

"No..." I hushed. "Don't speak, don't wake me."

Birds stirred in the distance. Somewhere the breeze picked up, and I could hear the slither of it through leaves that had fallen onto the ground. Picking them up in a vain attempt to return them to the air.

"Amelia, my love...open your eyes." He urged, that familiar touch of his hand coming to rest on my cheek.

I had cried enough. There were no tears left. But when I opened my eyes, they continued regardless. Not sobs of grief, but quiet droplets of something which I had no name for.

"Jake." I repeated in whisper, although he wasn't the Jake of my memory.

He was changed. The hair which used to flow down over his beautiful face had been chopped just above his shoulders. Rough stubble pebbled his upper lip and chin. But the eyes which bore down into me were the same. I would have known those eyes even if he had changed beyond all recognition. His arms felt the same, too. A mixture of desire and urgency and restraint. And for one still moment I took in the sight of him, before venomous anger took over.

I struck him once. Cold and hard across his jawline. He turned his face away but did not buckle with the blow. I had probably not struck him hard enough, or perhaps he had been expecting it. He didn't release me, and I was glad. And when he turned back, his face had not changed. As if he'd felt nothing. Or perhaps, he'd felt worse and this was nothing in comparison.

"I deserved that." He breathed, the sound of his voice filling me such relief I almost died right there just as I had planned to.

If I had known in that moment what it was within his mind, perhaps I would have prepared myself better. As much as anyone can be prepared for a kiss that they never thought they would have again.

He clasped me harder, his hands crushing my arms as he pulled me into him. He turned his head slightly, too swiftly for me to consider it. As if he had never been in any doubt that this would be how we would reunite. He brushed his lips against mine. Softly at first, those eyes probing me for the briefest moment for permission of sorts. And then he kissed me harder, deeper and with fierce conviction. Whatever small part I had in this kiss, I knew it was my place to submit to it. He pushed his body against mine, his mouth opening and showing me that nothing else mattered.

I fought against his tongue. Wanting it so badly, but too full of wondering to let him have too much of it. I let him have a moment of it. And not a second more.

"Jake, please..." I pulled back, holding his face between my palms as I studied the sunken cheekbones beneath his dark eyes. "You've been gone for eight days."

"I know." He replied, "And for eight days I've been trying to get back to you."

I didn't understand, couldn't fathom what he had been through. Somehow it was etched there in his emaciated face. A struggle I would never be able to share the depth of with him. And he, in return, would never be able to follow me into mine.

"I don't understand." I muttered, turning his face this way and that to try and see a hint of what it had cost him to return to me. "I thought you had....vanished."

"You think that I would choose to leave you?" He simpered, taking another kiss as we began to rise. "That's not a choice I ever thought I'd have to make. But I did. And I would do it again a thousand times to keep you safe."

There would be time enough for explanations. He was weary. Dishevelled and somehow traumatised. And so I silently led him back to the cabin, my arm around his waist. The outline of his ribs against my hand. And any thought of my own death somehow completely gone from me.

Day 479 ~ Jake

She was a sight for sore eyes. Resting her little head on my chest. Hair fanned out across my arm, the scent of it like pine and moss. I was showered and she'd made food for me. Silently eating it as she sat beside me at the kitchen table, stroking my hair and looking at me as if she'd never seen anything more precious to her.

No sooner had I pushed my empty plate aside, she'd taken my hand and told me to get in bed. And I'd insisted that she crawl in beside me. Folding herself up into my side like she'd always belonged there. And for the first time in eight days I felt rested.

"You haven't asked me what happened out there." I mentioned, resting my cheek against her crown.

"You'll tell me when you're ready." She replied, sighing deeply as she swept her fingertips across my stomach.

I could see a madness in her that hadn't been there before. I tried to imagine what it had been like for her, but my thoughts always fell short. She was quiet. I kept catching her gazing at me as if she couldn't quite believe that I was there. She'd even sat with me as I showered, handing me the soap and watching the dirt slide off my back.

"You wouldn't believe me, even if I did tell you." I surmised, running my hand down her spine, feeling her body shift as she turned to look at me.

"Try me." She answered, calm and collected, as if we were talking about a T.V show we'd watched. "I've considered everything. Driven myself mad with it."

"I know." I replied softly, "You didn't deserve that. But what's happening out there... it's unlike anything that we could have been prepared for."

Her interest piqued, she raised herself up onto an elbow and furrowed her brow.

"What do you mean? Out there?" She said, "How far did you go?"

I didn't have a distance that I could tell her in numbers. Only that I'd gone beyond where my scent could be traced back. Days and nights of running, being hunted. The pack were smart. Even when I'd climbed tree's to avoid their eye line, they'd lingered on the forest floor picking up the scent of me and waiting for me to make my next move.

I knew that if I went back to the cabin they'd follow me there. I had to get them far enough away and lose them so that I could circle back without bringing them with me. On the fourth day I lost them, their senses distracted, and it had taken another four days to get back.

"We need to secure the perimeters of the cabin. Make sure the livestock is safe. That nothing can get in." I told her, my voice unintentionally rising to panic.

"Why?!" She asked, "What happened, Jake? You're scaring me."

There would be time enough to tell her. That the creatures we'd once held so dear had gone back to their most basic bloodlines. That the wild animals were welcoming their domestic kin back into the fold. That the wolves had descended, but not as we remembered them. They were just regular dogs. Like the one my brother had loved and kept. Her name was Rose and she had slept on my bunk in the tour bus, sniffling in my guitar cases for treats. The softest, most loving creature I had ever known. And I just couldn't picture her a snarling, starving mess with dripping fangs and a taste for blood.

But somehow I knew she was out there, trying to survive if she hadn't already died.

"I'll tell you, baby." I promised, pulling her back onto my chest, not certain I could look her in the eye as I spoke.

All I wanted to do was hold her. Remind myself why I'd risked everything. She listened to me and hummed in agreeance to everything I said. Gasping in disbelief at my tale of pursuit. She would circle her fingers over my navel as she listened, drawing little intakes of breath from me as I tried to paint her a vivid picture until I had to give in to her.

No more talking. No more desperately trying to cling on to the fact that I'd made it back home to her. What was any of it for if not for the sweetness of her body? Her kiss? I wanted to reunite with her in the only way that I could. Pushing her onto her back, striking my thumb across her cheek as I swept her hair away from her face.

"Why'd you chop your beautiful hair off, Jake?" She asked, picking up a tendril of what used to sit on my collar bone.

"That's how I managed to fool them." I replied, nodding into a smiling kiss. "I cut my hair and scattered it for them to confuse my scent. Once they were distracted, I managed to put a few miles between us."

The way she looked at me made my heart rush. Every empty space without her filled with a warmth that felt like home. She looked at me as if I held the world in my hands for her. I was the one who made it turn.

"Don't you ever disappear on me like that again, Jacob."

She meant it. Stoic and steadfast, she didn't miss a beat.

"No Ma'am." I replied, sinking into a kiss that made my cock start to awaken to the possibility of that proper reunion.

She wasted no time. Climbing on top of me, letting her hair fall. Her perfect breasts pushed up against my chest as she kissed me. Blood pumped harder in my veins. My body somehow awakening the strength to wrap my arms around her and spin her onto her back. She squealed with joy. Her laughter filling my senses like music I'd never heard before.

And I forgot everything that had happened before that sweet moment.

Day 479 ~ Amelia

My man. My quick thinking silent protector. He was mine. And as he laid me down beneath him I'd never felt more safe. The scent of his freshly washed body, the lines of bones that now protruded signalled his struggle and I held them close to me as he parted my legs.

The nightmares we'd had could wait. I welcomed him between my thighs and let him push his hard cock into my desperately wet pussy that had pined for him just as much as my heart had. Soon he was writhing above me, panting for breath and sealing his lips to my nipples as he thrusted against me. And I forgot that I'd wanted to die. The invisible thread which kept me tethered to this life had returned to me. And I could never tell him what I'd intended to do.

"Fuck, I missed you...I missed this." He breathed the words against my chest, sliding his tongue across the valley of my breasts.

There was nothing more erotic than the sweet reunion of lovers who had never known that they would ever meet again. In the world we'd once lived in, a call or a text would have eased our worried minds. But without so much as a letter to be delivered, I'd lived in a state of unknowing. It felt almost unreal to have him bared to me, making love to me in a bed he'd been wholly absent from.

I couldn’t get enough of him. I was tired and sore but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted the ache. I wanted him in me, all the time. His weight on top of me. I wanted to squeeze him in further and further. I wanted to watch his face. I wanted his sweat to drop onto me. I wanted to drop mine on him. To feel the bitterness that had kept us apart dissipate in the feral moans that rang out from that bedroom of ours.

"Never again Jake..." I made him swear. "Don't you ever leave me again... Don't leave me alone in this world."

He was breathless and covered in sweat. His and mine. Pussy juice and the cum which had leaked from his tip smeared across our bodies. The gentle rhythm of our love making turning into fierce sex that would bring us to completion.

The depth of his despair was in the way he looked at me then. He took my hair in his fist, holding me still. My legs spread wide for him, his hips grinding into me as if he couldn't bear it.

"I'll die before I ever leave you alone, my love." He whispered solemnly, pressing his mouth against my ear.

"Now hush." He ordered, "And take what I have to give you..."

I could only submit to the violent way he fucked me. Screaming his name into the night. And somewhere in the distance, under the light of the full moon, a wolf howled into the wind...

To be Continued...

@caprisunsister @thewritingbeforesunrise @takenbythemadness @katuschka @its-interesting-van-kleep @lvnterninthenight @writingcold @jakekiszkasbuttsweat @edgingthedarkness @velveteencatch @lyndz2names @nina-23-45 @itsafullmoon y @char289 @dancingcarbon @gvfpal @violetstarcatcher @wetkleenex-gvf @jazzyfigz @gvfmarge @ignite-my-fire

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chronicowboy · 11 months

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rewatched the will scene for editing purposes and nothing i'm about to say hasn't been said before its just like I Know its an insane scene, i know that every second of every day, but you forget just how truuuuly insane it is until you watch it again.

eddie's vacant stare right at the start as he's rehearsing what could potentially be one of the biggest most important speeches of his life, the way he literally blinks himself out of his daze when buck enters with his faux-casual oooookay, there's something about buck's little smile when he says then we can get out of here that makes me want to BITE things, the absolute steel on eddie's face as he gets buck to sit down realising what it is he's about to do, buck's cautious everything alright? because he's not sure he can handle any other bad news after Everything, buck sitting down as far away from eddie and his terrifyingly serious energy as he physically can, the way eddie can't look at him and buck can't look away at first, eddie literally can't look at him like i cannot express to you how actively eddie avoids buck's eyes on him its a fucking love confession and he can't let buck read that on him so he hides in plain fucking sight.

the way buck tries to run from the reminder of eddie's mortality, eddie's soft but firm let me finish because if he doesn't say it now he'll have to wait until the next near death experience to find his courage again, the beat of wildly intentional eye contact in which buck's face says please whatever this is don't make me face it now and eddie's face says trust me please trust me the way i have trusted you with my heart, eddie's bitter chuckle about the well, buck desperately clinging to the fact that eddie survived that and wondering if he knows buck screamed for him then too, eddie's huffed laughter wondering if buck knows he saved him both times, how fully eddie sinks into the memory of realising he needed to give christopher a just in case, the framing of the shots capturing buck's reactions always featuring an out of focus eddie, the choice to focus so closely on buck's reactions even when eddie is speaking, the way its really only the both of them in focus when their eyes meet, the way eddie goes quiet when talking about the what ifs, eddie staring at buck as he talks about christopher being taken care of but looking away as he says by you because absolutely everything is written plain as day on his face for buck to read.

and then the switch, the way buck can't look at eddie and eddie can't look away, he needs to make sure buck understands, but buck can't face up to it, ITS IN MY WILL IF I DIE YOU BECOME CHRISTOPHER'S LEGAL GUARDIAN, buck going through the five stages of grief in a single second before landing on bargaining and reminding eddie of his family because he's the guy who lost christopher in a tsunami and broke down when chris needed him to be strong, my attorney said you could refuse/but you know i wouldn't/i know you wouldn't, buck's panic on his face even as he says it because of course he'd do it but that would mean eddie was gone, eddie's gentle and fond smile because even terrified buck is confirming everything he already knew, buck's pain when he says other family like he's still not entirely sure he's a part of the diaz family but the subconscious other because deep down buck knows where he belongs, eddie's casual reaction to buck's wouldn't they fight for him? because he knows no one will EVER fight for my son as hard as you, that is what i want for him, the little chuckle and the blatant shock on buck's face.

buck going through the five stages of grief again landing on a little anger this time with why are you just telling me now which means i might have had to do this with no warning still reeling in my grief for you, BECAUSE EVAN, the way buck's snaps to attention, eddie's disgust - not at buck but at the way buck's brain treats him, you came in here the other day and said it would have been better if you were the one who got shot, buck frozen and unable to look away from eddie's grief, you act like you're expendable, the way they both look away, eddie's big deep breath, but you're wrong, and the way they turn to each other in unison not a single millisecond separating them as they seek out each other's eyes and share a look that says: this is a love confession, i cannot say in what way, i cannot even comprehend that myself, but this is as close as i can get to showing you what you mean to me//this is a love confession, i do not know what it means, i cannot begin to understand, but this is as close as i can get to what you feel for me.

#sami rambles #i just. god. i shouldn't be allowed to rewatch that scene it turns me into another creacher #it should have a fucking trigger warning on it or an age limit or something because that shit is enough to drive a grown man insane #911 show #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x eddie #christopher diaz #911 meta

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justminawrites · 10 months

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there are no synonyms for half

AO3

Summary: For as long as Luka Couffaine could remember, he was a half. It was only when he turned fifteen, watching the dying sun set over the Seine, did he realise that the other half of him had only ever been other people’s secrets.

For as long as Luka Couffaine could remember, he was a half of something.

It came with the territory of being a twin, his mother would tell him as much, but Luka’s melody sounded empty in a way Juleka’s never was. Every birthday, every anniversary, every time a neighbour cooed and fussed over how much of Anarka’s face her children had inherited, however infrequent that was. A houseboat rarely had anything resembling a neighbourhood, after all.

‘Ma.. why didn’t Dad want us?

At five, Luka had somehow gotten it into his head that his incompletion lied in the absence of a parent. His missing notes were hidden in the ever elusive tune of who his father was, and once his mother told him, he’d finally be able to complete his song. Anarka Couffaine only huffed in disbelief and switched off the Jagged Stone TV Special he’d been watching.

Yer father was a real scallywag! Luka looked down at the acoustic guitar he’d held closer than any stuffed animal, and wondered if he too was half scallywag.

I don’t want to go.

His mother stiffened, one leg out the door of the gilded school gates. Juleka turned around in confusion as he dropped her hand and then slid off his backpack. Unzipping the blue-and-green printed fabric, Luka pulled out the ukulele he’d hidden and held it up triumphantly like it was some sort of prize.

I want to go to music school. He panicked when Anarka crossed her arms in disbelief, and tried to find the words to promise how he’d learn every instrument and do all of his and Juleka’s chores everyday if she let him.

Luka was only ten at the time, so he didn’t know how to tell his mother that he believed he was half music, that it was the one thing that made him feel whole. The tunes would echo off of the walls of his heart and fill up the empty parts of him until he could imagine them colliding, overflowing, and finally spilling out of him again.

His mother only sighed, ruffled his hair and picked up the discarded backpack, before turning to leave.

Luka ran after her, leaving his twin behind, a lone ship in the sea of melody.

Jules, what’s wrong?

Even before Juleka rushed into his arms, her face already crumpled and stained with tears, Luka was half rage.

She refused to tell him what exactly happened but clutched his fingers tightly all the way back to the Liberty. He could feel the anger bubbling under his skin as he took in her skinned knees and the bluntly chopped ends of hair she’d braided so carefully that very morning. The feeling was so all encompassing that when Anarka took his face in her hands, she pulled away almost immediately, claiming he’d contracted a fever.

Ow..

Luka was half fire the night he pierced his own ears. Juleka looked at him with wide eyes as he ran his bloody fingers under the faucet, and gave her a reassuring smile. Doesn’t it hurt?, she asked him unable to do much more than look at the black studs that would forever adorn his ears.

Luka didn’t know how to tell her that he could simply pour whatever pain was left into the empty parts of himself until it fell so far down that he didn’t hear it anymore. So he shook his head instead.

When he insisted on walking Juleka to François Dupont Elementary the next morning, Anarka sharply took his face in her hands again, so quickly that Luka winced. Her eyes grazed the new, round black dots on his ears that definitely hadn’t been there yesterday and met her son’s defiant blue eyes. Yer not burnin’ up anymore, was all she had to say about the matter.

Is that Juleka’s brother? He looks really scary!

Luka was half pride as he pushed through the crowd of fifth graders that had gathered around him despite themselves, their faces shining with admiration and envy, gold and green.

It was a mixture of pride and justice, he would realise much later, that made him exaggeratedly stomp his way over to Juleka’s bullies and wave a threatening finger at their ringleader, a blonde Bourgeois who was so startled, she fell backwards into a puddle of sludge. He didn’t say anything but he hardly needed to open his mouth amidst the cruel laughter of forty kids to know his job was done. Relief shone in the corners of his sister’s eyes when she rushed out of school that evening.

Nice to meet you ma-ma-marinette.

Luka was half shame when he saw the girl’s face fall, her dollish blue eyes crinkling with tears. He hadn’t expected to feel something stirring in the empty parts of him when one of Juleka’s friends stumbled into his room, every emotion under the sun flickering on her face, and he’d been just as startled by her presence, as she was by his.

Sorry.. I tend to make more sense with this.

Luka clutched his guitar closer even though he was the one that asked her to sit beside him, and braced himself. Sure enough, the hollowness inside him steadily filled with the flutter of a thousand beating, insect wings as Marinette carefully acquiesced, the ends of her ballet flats hovering inches above the ground. Ladybug wings.

For once, it was the outside world that held its breath as Luka’s insides roared with a harmony he didn’t know how to play. He forced himself to remain composed as she blinked her secretive blue eyes up at him, concealing a question and a challenge of her own.

How do you do that?

He’d hardly strummed a tune, but her face betrayed wonder as his fingers echoed the chords that clanged around in her own empty spaces, whatever he could hear over the clamour of newness in his own heart, anyway. She slipped away in the midst of his explanation, taking the white noise with her, to admire the Jagged Stone poster he’d spent hours gluing down, and the collection of guitar picks right below it.

The silence in him returned, somehow louder than before now that he knew it could be filled.

You can have it if you like.

He was beside her before he knew it, eyes glued to the guitar pick between her slender, calloused fingers. Marinette gasped in delight and the flutter-buzz returned, rising a notch, arresting Luka’s heart, as though the ladybugs that had overflowed his empty half had now begun to crawl into his lungs. But there, under all the white noise, when they were standing this close, he could almost taste it– one unmistakable beat, and then another and another; the morse code of her heart song.

You’re a funny girl, Marinette.

He didn’t want to go but Luka was afraid he’d completely lose his wits if he listened to the full force of the ladybug wings any longer.

It was only when he was halfway up the stairs did he realise there was a lone buzzing bouncing off the walls of the vacant half of his heart. She’d left something behind.

Personally, I think a girl like you deserves to feel more like.. this.

Luka slipped off the deck chair to sit beside Marinette, guitar in hand.

It had only been a week since they’d met but he’d found himself unable to enjoy sleep in its entirety. The lone ladybug she’d forgotten haunted his nights, humming a tune too faint for him to hear, and he would stay up, straining his ears to grasp a single note, as the light of dawn flooded through the portholes of the ship.

Luka liked the way Marinette always closed her eyes while she listened to him play. He pretended not to notice the slump of her shoulders, as she relaxed into the chords he strummed specially to catch her. He’d long since stopped wondering if people experienced the world the same way he did. He simply brought her peace, in exchange for a bit of her chaos.

And whoever made you feel this way, is nothing but a–

He played a slightly funky tune and she giggled, filling his chest with so much fluttering (an applause of wings) that he hardly dared to open his mouth for fear a ladybug might escape. And then how would he explain himself?

Say, are you free tomorrow..

For her? Luka was free for the rest of his life.

You should probably go over and talk to him.

The cavernous silence returned in the subway.

Luka was half regret as he shifted on the blue polyester seat, trying his best to stare out of the window, to concentrate on something, anything, besides the bittersweet silence in his lungs. The ladybugs in his chest must’ve frozen to death hours ago, in the skating rink, where he’d watched Marinette watch Adrien with the unwavering focus of a musician bent on mastering an instrument.

He told himself he didn’t mind, not really. Adrien filled her with wings of her own (butterflies maybe?) and he’d be too busy piecing together his new melody to do the same. It would be best to let her go, now, when the feelings were fresh enough that they’d wilt under the slightest pressure.

It would be best to forget about the kiss.

The quick peck. The obligatory press of Marinette’s soft lips to his cheek before she was whisked away, by the wind, by the universe. He breathed out slowly, catching a glimpse of himself on the dark glass of the of the subway car. Oh no.

It could’ve been from the from the sudden drop in temperature in the skating rink, but the nape of his neck, the tips of his ears, and quite damningly, his cheeks– were a bright, unmistakable scarlet.

The ladybugs had found a new home.

Are ye blushing?

Luka was half mortification when he finally made it home and buried himself under ice packs and blankets, determined to be rid of the crimson flush if it killed him.

Anarka didn’t need to take his face in her hands this time to know something was bothering him. He watched her quietly slip into his room and rob it of anything with sharp points, before gently closing the door.

Still no news about the contest?

Luka meant it to be encouraging but when Marinette’s face fell he wished he could take it back immediately. He wished he could take everything back and never say another word again. While the blue-eyed girl fretted about wether her costumes influenced the reception Kitty Section’s audition tape received, he put an arm on her shoulder to stop her train of thought and remind her about the wonders of real-life paperwork.

She smiled up at him gratefully but before the ladybugs under skin (he still hadn’t managed to get rid of them) sensed this opportunity, Ivan’s outraged yell from across the room, scared them back into hiding.

You’ll never have a future in this business, you’ll never make another costume, because as far as everyone’s concerned– you’ll be the ripoff artists!

Luka was half fury, a cold fire this time, as he watched Bob Roth’s sleazy grin drip with venom as he held Marinette’s hand in his vice-like grip. She shook him off quickly but his words hung in the air like a promise, threatening to choke them both permanently if they didn’t leave immediately like the good little children they were.

Hello Silencer..

He would’ve appreciated the irony if it were any other situation. Hawk moth couldn’t begin to imagine just how much the power of silence was befitting of someone like him. Luka put on the akumatised mask obediently as the supervillain’s monologue came to an end.

He stopped fighting the darkness and for a while, Luka was half nothing.

Did you really mean those things you said when you were akumatised?

Luka knit his eyebrows in frustration, wracking his memory for some kind of indication of what he could’ve said to fluster Marinette so much. Had he said something about the ice-rink? Had he said something about the kiss?

He took a deep breath and decided it was time for the speech he’d rehearsed over and over again in front of the mirror, since he’d returned from their not-date weeks ago. Clear as a musical note, Sincere as a melody, Luka couldn’t tear his gaze away from the pools of blue in her eyes, even as he had the sinking sensation that he’d already passed the threshold of no return.

Luckily, the lights were so erratic, he was sure she couldn’t see the ladybugs huddled beneath his mask, but the buzzing was deafening, pop rocks in the back of his throat, leaving him so light-headed he’d promptly run from Marinette before she could figure out how to respond.

He hoped he hadn’t ruined everything by telling her.

Luka Couffaine, this is the Miraculous of the Snake.

He was half fear when The Hero of Paris held out a palm sized miracle box in her red and black-spotted hand.

The emptiness in him leaned into the idea of using the superhero persona to fill the void but the other part of him, the only part of him worth listening to, quaked under the pressure. But Paris wasn’t his priority, saving his mother and Juleka was. So he took it.

When the Kwami of Intuition, Sass, appeared, bowing his head formally, Luka wondered if those snake-like eyes could see right through him. From his cheeks filled with ladybugs, all the way through to his bottomless pit of emptiness that now held the aftermath of an affection, a wreckage of insect wings, wrong chords, and crumpled speeches.

The Kwami only smiled knowingly, and he felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. Still he said the words, and then Luka was half Viperion.

What do you think?

Luka looked up from strumming the tune trying to gauge Marinette’s reaction from behind a tower of macaron boxes. Her eyes softened, but stayed open, and he immediately knew it was nowhere close to being good enough.

She was quick to praise his skill though, and he offered her a ride to Le Grand Paris for the Bourgeois’ 20th wedding Anniversary, on the back of his delivery bike.

The ladybugs from Luka’s face swarmed back into his chest with vengeance as Marinette hugged his torso, her fingers clutching his jacket for dear life as he pedalled through Parisian traffic as quickly as he dared.

This time, when she thanked him with a kiss, Luka was able to pinpoint the exact moment the crimson menaces overran his flushed cheeks.

He turned away quickly, (hiding his face in her spare helmet), so quickly that he couldn’t hear the last thing she said to him over the sound of a million ladybugs taking flight.

Are you sure you want to hear it?

She knew what he was really asking her, of course. Are you sure this is what you want– that I am what you want?

Marinette nodded, leaning into him and Luka held his breath, plucking out the perfect rhythm as the watery sunshine glinted off the slick, cobblestoned pavement across from them.

He’d listened carefully for the chords in her heart every time they’d talked, and painstakingly pieced together its melody but even though he’d double checked, triple-checked even, Luka felt the inescapable presence of doubt slither from out his stomach, curling its wicked tail around his half-empty heart.

Marinette’s tune sounded just as incomplete as his.

Under the moonlight, by the sea– KISS ME!

He rubbed the back of his neck (where the ladybugs were gathered), embarrassed. It was the easiest question he knew, so he hadn’t counted on Marinette’s ridiculously competitive spirit when she’d yelled out the answer with her whole heart.

I mean, if you want to.

She did want to, and so did he. But even as Luka leaned in to press his lips to hers, to pray his kiss would somehow wake the sleeping butterflies in her chest, strain to hear the final note in her shrouded melody– he felt the interruption before it came.

The ceiling shook and Marinette ran off to get them something to drink, forgetting the white linoleum cup that she’d left beside him, filled to the brim with orange juice and disappointment.

He watched her go, like he’d done so often. Taking her secrets and her chaos with her.

The truth, Luka, is the only thing I can’t tell you.

He had never been half pain before, not like this. Not poisonous, acidic agony that filled the empty parts of him so throughly that it flooded his lungs, burning the ladybugs, drowning the music out completely.

It hurt to think, it hurt to breathe.

Luka wasn’t surprised that the akuma found him so quickly, but he curled into himself as Marinette’s voice scrabbled for purchase in his mind, begging him to fight the temptation, fight the evil that would undoubtedly lead to more suffering.

He couldn’t blame her. She didn’t understand how her voice was the thing that hurt him the most.

Why did you abandon me?

Jagged Stone’s lips were painted white with Truth’s compulsion power but Luka knew that whatever came out of his former hero's mouth now wouldn’t matter at all.

The damage had already been done. He’d seen the scars it’d left on his mother’s broken melody, his sister’s quiet song.

His own silent, silent heart.

It was hard to tell which part was him and which was the akuma, when he hurled his would-be father from the terrace of a several-story building and set off towards the Dupain-Cheng Bakery.

You know, not seeing you is a hundred times worse than seeing you, Marinette.

The familiar rush of ladybugs filled his chest when she put her forgiving hand on his shoulder, as though they were flowing out of her and into him through the lightest of touches.

Luka swallowed the confession in his throat when she asked to be friends, much to the chagrin of a hundred scarlet wings beating in his ears, and pulled her in for a hug so she wouldn’t see it on his face, plain-as-day.

The milky white moonlight caressed his cheek fondly, like a mother would, as he breathed in Marinette’s rose perfume. He knew had to let her go, it was just a matter of time.

Foolishly, he wished he’d kept the snake miraculous he’d borrowed weeks ago, just so he could have a second chance with her. A chance to do it again, do it right this time. A chance to sweep her off her feet; to put the butterflies under her skin before Adrien, before anyone.

But Luka understood with a sinking feeling that even that wouldn’t be enough. He’d watched the way his parents clawed at one another’s sanity mere hours ago, unable to see that their fighting was turning down Juleka’s quiet symphony even further into herself.

People like them, like him, didn’t get second chances. Not when it mattered, anyway.

Awesome! I always wanted to be the Knitting Fairy in real life!

Luka was half terror when he watched Paris’ bravest superhero transform into the love of his life.

It transcended panic, surpassed horror. The worst thing in the world that could’ve happened just happened and he had no idea what to do about it.

Marinette? He said her name like a prayer, like a wish that hovered on his tongue ever so delicately, ready to disappear into the wind. But as the girl turned around and beamed at him, the happiest smile on her face, Luka finally felt the final piece of of her melody click into place.

Second chance!

He took the dread and stuffed it down, deep, deep down inside of him; somewhere under the graveyard of ladybugs, shredded posters and scales. The shock would have to wait, he could only be one thing at a time and right now he had to be Viperion.

When I was a kid, I always wanted to be what my parents wanted me to be!

Luka wished he hadn’t turned around.

Where Chat Noir once stood, now Adrien Agreste took his place, looking vaguely cheery despite what he’d just said moments before. He didn’t even need to use his powers to know Chat Noir had gotten hit by the akuma on purpose.

Marinette hadn’t noticed yet, too busy talking to a man whose childhood dream was to become a stuffed animal, and the anxiety rose up like bile in the back of his throat. He’d been half pain before but this was something new.

Luka was half pity, half hope. Half defeat.

His heart seemed to be breaking over and over in his chest, the muscle spasming so violently that everything in him was instantly ground to dust. The walls, the silence, the ladybugs. All the pain he’d carried around with him since his very first akumatisation.

Because nothing he was going through could ever compare to Marinette and Adrien being... to them being..

Second chance!

Viperion was wholly conviction when he reassured Ladybug that he’d make sure no one would discover their secret identities. If he were still Luka he’d wonder how he hadn’t seen it before– her strength, her determination, the way Marinette’s nose crinkled when she was focused on something, all of it matched the red and black-spotted superhero to a T.

But he, much like the rest of Paris, had only ever seen what they wanted to see. And Luka hadn’t wanted to see her in pain.

Not even me- luckily Wishmaker never hit you or Chat Noir.

He expected the lie to sour his tongue, turn his skin blue with irony, but it came easily, almost too easily for his comfort. But Marinette (because she would only ever be Marinette to him) smiled like his word was more than enough for her to trust him forever and turned to leave, like she’d done so many times before.

Now he knew why.

The ladybugs in chest (ha!) swarmed against his rib cage as she left, tiny wings beating furiously as though they were trying to break right through his skin and follow her back home.

Before Luka could think to question why, he was already running after her, reading the fluttering inside him like a compass, leading him further and further away from the street, down the sidewalk, all the way to the only thing that ever made him whole. All the way to her–

Luka! Thank you for hiding me in here!

He wanted it to be a dream, a really bad dream; a really awful, terrible dream he’d wake up from any second, but when she’d opened the door, a nanosecond before he’d knocked and smiled up at him, her shoulders slumped over with the weight of the world; all he could think was how lucky he was.

Lucky to have known her, lucky to have loved her. Lucky to be empty enough to carry her secret for now, for forever.

You guys are okay!

“We’re all okay,” Luka smiled, looking between his two friends, “Thanks to Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

He’d almost meant it this time, but as he watched the Ladybug and Chat Noir in front of him look into each other’s eyes, completely unaware of all the forces of the universe that had conspired to bring them both to this moment, Luka knew he would never be whole.

For as long as Luka Couffaine could remember, he was a half. It was only when he turned fifteen, watching the dying sun set over the Seine, did he realise that the other half of him had only ever been other people’s secrets.

-fin-

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We'll Navigate These Waters - MV1+CL16

This is a second part; part one can be found here

"You've been quiet today," sounded across to Max from the kitchen doorway, startling the dutchman slightly. He reluctantly turned to face the accuser, hoping his currently switched-off brain could come up with an excuse in the two seconds it would take to spot the monegasque, who had his weight leaning on the doorframe.

"Actually, you have been quiet a lot recently," an almost-lifeline was offered, Max thought, a whole two more seconds to think about his answer. "Anything you want to talk about?"

"Nah, I'm just-" he took a deep breath. "Just tired, I guess, that triple-header has taken it out of me." Max stated, shaking his head slightly. Classic, totally believable, well done idiot.

Truthfully, the realisation Max had come to a few weeks ago - the sudden understanding that the adrenaline Charles caused whenever he looked at him stemmed from nothing other than love - had started to slowly eat away at his entire being. It was unsettling - a feeling so powerful, an urge so strong, yet something he couldn't realistically ever act upon. He's never been a particularly anxious person, always confident within himself that he can be the best at whatever it is he's doing. Perhaps that's one of the reasons this makes him so anxious, however, because he doesn't know what he's doing, but he is confident that he's going to fuck it up.

Max knows he wants Charles. He wants the moments of insecurity between them both, when they're underneath sheets and nothing exists in the world but them. When rivalries are meaningless, and the only wins that cause arguments between them are when Charles has convinced Max to play yet another round of Mario Kart.

And if he had to admit it, he knows Charles wants that too. But he's scared, so scared, that things will change if they address their feelings. If the already prying media will make things worse, will take away their moments of serenity. If the fans get too invested, expectations getting under Charles' skin more than they already do. If Jos- Max doesn't even want to think about what Jos would do.

It's delicate enough as it is, and Max's brain has replayed their conversation from two nights ago more times than Max can count.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Charles, it's my job to try my hardest to win races, no matter where it is,"

"But-" a deep sigh- "but it's Monza, Max, and I was so close to that win,"

"Maybe you should drive for a better team then."

He knew as soon as he had said it that he had cut too deep. He also knew he was only telling the truth, and that if Charles was willing to admit it, he'd understand that too. But he also understood that Charles' wins with Ferrari were never for him, that Charles was still on a mission to gain the approval of those no longer able to give it. It had taken a whole day for Charles to speak to him again, another day for him to let him back into his apartment. They had spoken, Max had apologised for being rude, Charles had apologised for the silent treatment, but the words Max really wanted to say - "I just want you to be happy, they arent making you happy" - never got said.

"Hey, you with me?" Two warm hands came up to hold his face, bringing the Dutchman back to reality. "What's really going on?"

He'd seen that look of concern in those green eyes far too often recently. He didn't like it.

Sighing, Max leans back, resting his elbows on the kitchen counter, the Ferrari driver's arms coming to rest alongside his. "I've just been thinking a lot recently."

"Oh no," the monegasque muttered, "très dangereux." They both chuckled at the sarcasm, before Max lost the remaining slither of mental energy he had been running on, shifting so his arms were around Charles' waist and his head rested on his broad shoulders.

"Okay, now you're scaring me Max," Charles whispered into his ear, holding him close and stroking his fingers lightly across his back. Once again, the fantasy of never moving played inside Max's head, of standing entwined together until the end of time. He knew that was unrealistic, though, and took a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was going to say next.

"I love you," there, band-aid officially ripped off, "and that terrifies me."

The second of silence that followed his confession terrified him even more, however,

"I'm sorry- I know that's not what this is, it's just- I couldn't not say something, I thought I could carry on like this, unlabelled, whatever it is, I don't know-" Charles had begun to move away to attempt to silence the man's rambling, but this only panicked the dutchman further. "We can end it, if it's not what you want, I know we have enough pressure on us from the media as it is, they'd have a field day if they realised we even spent time together, let alone fucked-"

"Max,"

"So I never wanted to say anything, I don't want to make any of this harder for you-"

"Max, please listen to me,"

"Ferrari means so much to you and God knows how they'd react to this-"

"They know, Max. I know, and so do they,"

The dutchman stilled instantly, flailing hands came to a rest infront of his chest.

"What do you mean, they know?" There was a mischievous glint in Charles' eyes that Max was desperately trying to understand.

"The media, the teams, the fans. They all know Max, do you not look at social media? We might not have labelled this but even you must know what this looks like from the outside." Charles was chuckling now, laughing, and it irritated Max. Why was he so calm about this whole situation?

"Charles, what? Of course they don't know, we don't even know,"

"Well, I for one have always known that I love you,"

If Max had been holding anything at that moment in time it for sure would have shattered on the floor at that very moment.

"Max, seriously, I thought I was supposed to be the oblivious one," Charles had drawn the shock-stricken man into his arms once again, "I'm sorry, I should have started this conversation with you months ago, but even I could see that we weren't exactly being subtle about this whole thing."

"I- I don't understand, no-one ever said anything,"

"They probably didn't want to overstep, this is a pretty new situation for the whole sport, but the media have for sure had their hands on this story for a while now,"

"Since when were you so reasonable, Leclerc," Max jokingly accused, smile back on his plump lips,

"Since you seemed to have lost your last remaining braincell, Verstappen," the Ferrari driver countered. "I do have one question, though,"

"And what would that be?"

"Can you tell me again?" A shy smile had made its way onto Charles' face.

Max just chuckled at Charles' expression, his Charles, happy and willing to go through the motions by his side. Max couldn't help but draw the man into a kiss, hands holding his face and refusing to let go.

"I love you, Charles Leclerc. So much."

#lestappen

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rrxaiky · 10 months

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𝐎𝐍𝐄; 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 (𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍) - 𝐊. 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

ACT: CHAPTER 1. [MASTERLIST/INFORMATION], cross posted on wattpad!

WARNINGS/TAGS : F! reader, Mild angst + crack, nothing too serious. Not beta we die like me when I lost my 50/50 [1.2K WC]

"BRO, I'M YOUR MANAGER."

Ding!

You picked up your phone when you heard the notification. You had just finished a commercial shooting, and your calendar showed, ‘Meeting with Yoimiya: 6:00PM.’ It was already 5PM, and the location was actually quite far from the location of your current location. It was best if you left for the location you and Yoimiya had previously decided on.

The sounds of footsteps and voices of people who had just gotten off work filled your ears as you arrived at the subway station. You felt lucky that the stop you were heading to didn’t have as many people on board. Just enough to keep you hidden and not get swarmed by paparazzi… Assuming you manage to get a seat where there were multiple people standing.

Lucky you, the archons must’ve been on your side today, because there were empty seats near the back of the train.

Ding!

Another notification just as you sat down, this time being a text from Yoimiya.

“I’ll be waiting for you outside the restaurant!” You reacted to her message with a smiling face that held a thumbs up before switching your phone off and turning your head towards the window, watching the dark walls of the underground station flash by, and hearing the rushed footsteps of people who were still rushing to get home as the voice on the train announced the stops.

You let out a yawn on the way to your stop. You didn’t even realise that you had gotten so tired… Maybe it was from the multiple tries you had to take for filming earlier.

It was about 5:40PM when you had finally gotten to your designated station, and you decided to text Yoimiya to let her know that you’d be arriving soon. You let out a relieved sigh when she read your message, and you walked out of the station, continuing your walk until you reached the restaurant.

You saw Yoimiya standing outside the restaurant, her outfit, usually consisting of something that leaned into a more casual style when the both of you had meetings to discuss your commercial and modelling offers, this time formal. You knew you’d be meeting with someone else, but she didn’t tell you that you’d be meeting with someone that important today. Was the outfit you were wearing really acceptable..?!

“No need to worry! I just thought I’d try a different style today!” Yoimiya told you when she saw your expression upon seeing her. Phew. But still… “Oh stop worrying! They’re nice people! We could even be considered friends!”

The both of you entered the semi crowded restaurant, making your way upstairs to the VIP rooms before entering one of them, and being greeted by a familiar shade of blue hair.

“Look, bro, you have GOT TO take this meeting as a chance to-”

“Ayato! Itto! We’re here! Hope we didn’t make you wait too long,” Yoimiya greeted the two, her voice cutting off Itto’s loud words as he turned to look at Yoimiya. Itto abruptly stood up from where he sat, walking over to you and Yoimiya to properly greet you. “Yoimiya! And you must be (Name)!”

You nodded with a smile. “Yes, I am. Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too, (Name). I am Arataki Itto! Ayato’s manage-" Itto was cut off by a voice you were all too familiar with. "TEMPORARY. Manager. Thoma is on leave since he’s taking care of some business with Ayaka in Osaka.”

Itto thought for a while before continuing. “As I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted, I’m bro’s TEMPORARY manager,” purposefully putting emphasis on the word ‘temporary.’ “How many times have I told you to not call me ‘bro’? It’s not professional-” Ayato was cut off this time by his ‘manager.’ “UPUPUPUPUP. I’m your manager now. I can call you whatever I want. Anyway, have a seat, you two!” Itto said, earning a sigh from Ayato.

Yoimiya took out some documents as soon as you were seated, handing them over to the three of you. “Okay, so, the reason I arranged this meeting is because we wanted to propose a marriage of convenience between you two.”

“What?” The three of you sounded equally confused, with that being the last thing you’d expect Yoimiya to have said. You thought it would be an offer that required the both of you to work together, not marriage. “Itto! You’re supposed to already know about this!” Yoimiya whisper screamed to Itto, before he snapped out of his trance.

“OH RIGHT. (Name), Ayato, you’re getting married.” “Hey- Wait! Itto! They still need to make their decisions!” “IF you agree to,” Itto finished, earning yet another sigh, this time from Yoimiya.

You scanned through the documents about the conditions. The words “Mainly for public appearance” stood out to you. You still didn’t know why Ayato stopped texting you a few years ago, so your perspective of him had changed a little… Maybe a lot.

“Ahem! I’ll go through the terms and conditions for this. The meeting will end after this, and (Name), Ayato, the both of you will have 2 weeks to make your decision before the next meeting.” Yoimiya then began to read out some of the contents.

“The married couple will share a house after they get married, although sharing a room is optional… Finally, if both sides come to a mutual agreement, the contract will be terminated, and they will be able to get a divorce after a minimum of 3 years of being married. Great! That’s all. Do you guys have any questions?”

A solid minute passed with an uncomfortable silence hanging in the air until the both of you spoke in unison. “No, I don’t.” The moment those words left your lips, you both looked at each other, his violet eyes making brief contact with yours before flinching away.

“Alright then! That’s a wrap for today's meeting! We’ll meet again in two weeks’ time,” Yoimiya concluded, clasping her hands together. All of you stood up, bidding goodbye to each other. Just as you left the room, you heard shouts that were muffled by the door from inside. “YOIMIYA! Does this mean I can finally challenge you to another ramen eating competition?” You couldn’t hear anything after that, deciding to just go home. You’d have to think carefully about the decision, and to do that, you needed some time alone.

The door clicked open just as you were about to walk away, Ayato now standing behind you. “Oh, you’re still here. Good work today, (Name).” “Same goes to you, Ayato,” you responded to him before walking ahead. You were just desperate to get home and take a shower at that point.

It wasn’t long before you got back to your apartment, and stepped into the shower. Thoughts about the meeting earlier clouded your mind. Being married to Ayato… He hadn’t been in your life since he graduated college. Why did he suddenly appear?

You were blow drying your hair after you got out of the shower, and…

Ding!

Oh. Another notification. You thought it would be your calendar again, reminding you of the things you needed to do tomorrow, since Yoimiya would had shut her phone off during this time. It occurred to you then that tomorrow was your rest day, and your calendar was cleared.

You picked your phone up, looking at the notifications bar. The message was from an unknown sender. Though, you did notice a name in the text that relieved your heart, knowing it wasn’t from someone random.

“(Name), are you still awake? It’s Ayato here. Do you want to meet up?”

RBs + Follows appreciated!! Hope you enjoyed <3

#kamisato ayato x reader #kamisato ayato #genshin ayato #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #kamisato ayato x you #arataki itto #yoimiya

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thefrontofmymind · 2 years

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Hi there! I’m responding to your post about wanting to write some Eddie fluff! I would love to see something where Eddie works at a record store and he’s giving music recommendations to the reader and he accidentally ignores other customers because he’s so focused on curating the perfect mix for the reader.

Thank you! Hope you’re having a lovely day 💕💕

Eddie Munson Music Store Headcanons

a/n: hello lovely nonny! i hope you're having a great day too! this is very haphazardly put together but idk I like it bc it's pure fluff <33

- okay so switching it up I’m saying YOU work at a record store bc let’s be honest, he already has an income lmao

- so I imagine you work at a music store maybe like a town over since Hawkins isn’t that crazy big,,, so over the Summer he decides to go because he heard its a good store

- And the SECOND he steps foot into the store and sees you, man is head over heels

- when he’s browsing through all the records and cassettes and stuff (I’m imagining there’s like band t shirts and posters and stuff as well, at least there is at my local record store) and keeps quickly looking at you but doesn’t want to get caught

- and like he’s so nervous the whole time and he’s basically suffocating because he can’t breathe steady–it would be even worse if he was the only customer in the store but that the lord he isn’t and you’re too preoccupied with other customers to really take a lot of notice of him

- so i reckon he doesn’t buy anything the first time he goes there because he chickens out and worries you won’t like his music taste lmao

- but then he comes in the next week and just buys an Iron Maiden shirt, and then the next week he gets an Exodus cassette (he was rung up by your coworker, but he did spy that you took notice of the purchase as you strolled past, putting out new stock or whatever)

- it wasn’t until the third week when he comes in that he actually has the courage to strike up a conversation with you, and if he wasn’t in love before, he definitely was now

- you guys just agree on everything and you click instantly,,,, you also very much take a liking to him

- and after a while it becomes tradition, every week or so, he’d come in and look through the collection you’d put aside for him; your manager gets pissed because you’re ‘hoarding stock’ but you continue, arguing, “he always buys something! It’s not for nothing!”

- it starts to get to the end of the summer and he realises he won’t have as much time to drive out every week to see you, not to mention the fact that his room is now STACKED with cassettes and new posters from your store

- so after he buys a new Venom shirt, he asks if you would want to come to his band’s gig that week, and of course you say yes,,,, and mans gets so giddy and smiley

- even gives you a hug when he leaves and tells you he’s excited to see you–”I’ll dedicate all our songs to you, hey?”

- so technically your first date was a Corroded Coffin gig, but it was so worth it when after he finished playing he practically leaped off the stage to smother you in a bear hug, asking what you thought of them–you loved it

- he offers to drive you home, you try to refuse because it’s way too far but he insists. so during the drive you guys talk about his band and what he wants to do with it in the future,,, like you talk for about an hour all the way to your house

- and he even walks you up to your front door (!!) and you give him a goodnight kiss and tell him to phone you when he gets back to his trailer so you know he got home safely

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson fluff #joseph quinn

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robotsprinkles · 8 months

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okay so having just s-ranked the FoR ending/closure satellite mission I think I have slightly more of a leg to stand on with my criticisms now (not going to be referring to the boss by name because spoilers or whatever)

doing the mission the amount of times I did made some of the issues I was having stand out a lot more (since I kept dying because of them)

(readmore because long.)

(also preemptive "I'm not saying the game is trash I just have some criticisms of certain things and otherwise the game is fantastic" so people don't think I'm being one of those people in steam discussions complaining about the bosses being unfair and boring and bad or stagger being a garbage mechanic or complaining about enemies input reading because they dodged into the enemy's attack after the attack was already going and died or whatever)

I really think the input buffer window for switching weapons from the weapon bay after a melee attack and for charging attacks after switching from the weapon bay should be made a bit longer. it's really annoying dying or taking massive damage or missing out on all your damage after staggering a boss because you started charging the pile bunker or laser lance too early and the input didn't register so you just stand there like an idiot while the boss either recovers or eats half your health in the time it takes you to realise

(yes I could just wait for the animations to finish and know for certain that the weapon's ready to charge but that risks missing the attack window in some cases)

I've read this next one might be a bug from when you attack too soon after staggering a boss and the ai's input reading response overrides the stagger animation/freeze, so maybe it'll get fixed, but it kinda sucks when you stagger a boss and immediately go to do your big damage attack and the boss recovers instantly the moment you start pressing or releasing the button even though they really shouldn't be able to (because if you wait like 100ms or something then the boss doesn't dodge it and stays staggered the attack does hit but if you wait just a few frames too long the boss recovers in the time it takes the attack to charge)

the pile bunker feels wildly inconsistent in certain situations. sometimes it feels like it just decides to miss if you're a bit too far even when in other situations it does hit at that same distance. which means if I'm trying to use it against a boss that likes to dance around a lot (e.g. ibis or the FoR final boss) and I stagger them when they're a bit away from me and I assault boost and charge the bunker, if I charge it a bit too early I'll just whiff and waste the entire/majority of the damage phase. (I probably wouldn't mind as much if the normal attack didn't boost you towards the enemy. also yeah something something skill issue I need to just learn the appropriate measure of the attack. but it does feel kinda dumb that the charged attack doesn't charge you at the enemy when the normal attack does)

assault armour feels similarly harsh in how close you need to be for it to stagger bosses but I don't mind that quite as much. it's still frustrating when I miss the stagger but it feels less like an issue of consistency and more of personal skill/timing/positioning. I think the pile bunker's harshness for measure annoys me because it feels like your ac should be able to just lunge or boost at the enemy when they do the charged attack like they do with the normal/light attack or the laser lance

(also I pretty much never use pulse or assault armour because I keep forgetting I have them and don't normally need them (so far I've only felt like they were necessary against ibis and the FoR boss. and with the FoR boss that's only with my pile bunker+laser lance build because it's nowhere near as tanky or consistent in damage as my other builds))

the laser lance sometimes does a weird thing where the charged attack hits the enemy with the first thrust but either doesn't catch/drag them along with it or catch you on the enemy during it so you just fly past them and the second attack doesn't hit them at all and you end up in a stupid spot (often floating in the air). it's annoying on the FoR boss fight but it feels especially stupid when it happens during the sea spider what with how big the thing is.

also I still don't get why the button prompts in the assembly menu and whatnot don't let you click on them to do what the key it represents does but if you click the wrong thing in the pause menu during a mission (say, restart mission instead of restart from checkpoint), you can't press escape to close the "are you sure" popup.

none of this is to say the game's bad or anything — it's still probably one of my favourite games I've ever played — but these issues do make the game more frustrating than I think it needs to be, and not in a way I think adds much value

I am still going to finish ng+ and do ng++ and get everything in the game though

also here's the build I used for the FoR boss (I should probably have swapped the laser lance for a pulse blade or something but oh well)

#random robot rambles #armored core #armored core vi #anyway to people who are good at games: yes I know I should just learn to not preemptively press inputs or rely on input buffering #and just either learn the timings or watch the animations and start the action when the prior one's complete #but I'm lazy and don't want to do that #also watching the animations isn't reliable if your ac is obscured by explosions or part of the boss or whatever

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I will never understand why LH fans on twitter hate George so much...

I honestly don't see where the 'ignoring team orders' thing is coming from; and as far as I can tell nothing happened, and George wanted to do something whilst Alonso was serving his penalty but he didn't know he already had under the safety car.

even if George had let Lewis through there was no guarantee that Lewis could catch FA given the pace advantage of the Aston.

why must it always be George that sacrifices his race for Lewis and then get hated on for prioritising his race which he is entitled to do and Lewis would do the exact same thing

Mercedes really messed with Lewis race for not realising that Alonso would get a penalty and get Lewis to make up the time

LH fans really do their best to take his agency away.

I am so annoyed right now.

As far as I understand, he was told to pick up the pace or let Lewis try to catch Alonso. He picked up the pace, and Lewis couldn’t catch him so there was no need to switch positions and doing so would have lost them time anyway.

I’m really sick of reading Lewis fans dunking on George for every little thing, like Mercedes is Lewis’ team and George should just shut up and be grateful for whatever scraps Lewis deigns to give him. It’s bullshit and it’s fucking offensive to Lewis too. He’s entirely capable. He doesn’t need team orders to get stuff done if he’s got the pace advantage. It’s like people think he should be given pity positions for nostalgia’s sake as some kind of retribution for AD ‘21? People need to stop babying him.

This whole ‘I miss Valtteri’ shit is boring as well. It literally plays into the idea that Lewis can only beat people with team orders and a fast car. It’s not a hot take, or supportive, it’s actually really…offensive to him?!

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The ineffable plan, or, think outside the box.

I’ve been reading a lot about the symbolism in Good Omens. From Crowley always being on the right and Azi left and how they have switched sides at the end of S2. From the car that is theirs and the heavy colour symbols, like Crowley’s yellow eyes and Azi turning the car into his favourite colour. To them building their own Garden of Eden. There is sooo much too see and interpret.

But why am I telling you this? I mean the fandom is smart and you all know a lot more than I do. But I work with the knowledge. And one thing is haunting me. It’s the box Gabriel brought to earth. And the symbolism of thinking outside of the bloody box!!!

I mean there’s an angle making out with a demon in front of everyone and those two idiots still don’t get it!

I have many theories on what might happen next, but I think that one will fall and one will rise. It’s already in the name in my opinion. A. Z. Fell. He fell. A long time ago. How could it be, he would have shot Adam, if Mrs. Tracy hadn’t interfered? Just because his loved one could not hurt a child. By the way, I’ve noticed that Crowley only took his baby plants, the homeless brat.

Not to mention that he could easily have moved into the bookshop. But he was too proud to mention it. And don’t you think Azi wouldn’t have realised. Even the demon called him the smartest idiot. He sees things, but he’s so naive and scared,(I guess from being bullied in heaven. And now imagine what happens if you give a victim the power over their bullies), so he puts away his knowledge to a save space, somewhere between his beloved books.

They where slowly on their way I guess. But he wanted it romantic, not forced. As always Crowley is too fast for him. (But who could blame him after waiting for 6 thousand years?) And he always say’s he’s forgiving Crowley, when he’s mad with him. He did it before.

But that’s not the point. They’re behaving like the opposite. Like Azi littering his place, which equals hell and Crowley keeping his one clean which equals heaven. I assume they have switched sides and that they’ll have to learn the hard way that they do have free will, and that if they would think outside of the box, they might realise that they are as human as all of us. And that the ineffable plan might simply be love.

But of course that’s just my opinion/guess. If you’ve read this far, congratulations, you might be the only one. I would be happy to discuss, but I’m afraid as with all my theories, people won’t be interested. Anyway, I don’t blame anyone. I’m just waiting for the day when someone agrees ^^ or even disagrees. Whatever.

#good omemes #goodomens 2 #anthony j crowley #theory #ineffable fandom #neil gaiman #aziraphale

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alwaysahiccupandastrid · 2 years

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There’s something very off putting about Amber Heard’s testimony yesterday - it sounds extremely rehearsed, and not particularly well-performed. There’s too much detail, given it’s something that happened nearly a decade ago now, like she’s written a story and memorised it. There’s so many inconsistencies that don’t line up, like apparently comforting Lily Rose and “protecting her” when we know that girl hated Amber and even wrote a letter to Johnny about how bad Amber was for him, and multiple times Amber had to be told that what she was saying was “hearsay” and wasn’t allowed. It was also like watching someone overact in a play - the over-exaggerated facial expressions but no tears, she was smirking several times but then realised and quickly changed her expression. She keeps on repeating things like “I thought he was my soulmate” “I wanted to save him from himself” etc, which is a whole other can of worms in itself. Just like Dr Curry said in her own testimony, Amber uses overflowery language that doesn’t really carry much substance, and switches quickly from calm recollection to emotional highs really quickly.

Anyone with acting experience can tell she’s acting - and she’s acting poorly. It’ll be interesting to see what happens when she’s cross-examined and not just reciting a memorised story. As someone who’s done jury duty, I can tell you right now that they’ll be judging every single word that comes out of her mouth, every single piece of body language, and they’ll probably be writing everything that’s been said down so if she goes back and changes her story at any point, it’ll be increasingly obvious that she’s lying. And yes, the jury will also be judging the way she speaks, her background, any medical diagnoses (like BPD and histrionic personality disorder), and even the way she’s dressed every single day, even on days she’s not testifying - and ditto for Johnny.

Her doctor/psychiatrist’s account of Johnny allegedly s*xually assaulting her is difficult to discuss because on the one hand, yes, believe people when they come forwards with stuff like that! And sometimes there’s no evidence of that crime, for whatever reason, and obviously there likely wouldn’t be any witnesses to it except the victim. But at this point, Amber has already been proven to be a liar, and her ex assistant Kate James has even testified that Amber stole her s*xual assault story and twisted it around to use for herself - whether it’s the truth or not, it makes it difficult to believe her unless she can prove without a shadow of a doubt that it happened, which she can’t because it’s just “Amber said…”.

Also, so far she’s brought up two other women who she’s claiming Johnny grabbed by the wrist and threatened… but where are those women then? Why have they not come forwards and testified? Will they be testifying during the trial? There are multiple witnesses who’ve seen Amber hit and throw stuff at Johnny - she needs witnesses who also saw it happen to back her up, or it’s all just baseless claims.

Add this to the fact that she’s claiming three police officers, her personal assistant, Johnny’s bodyguard, multiple nurses and many others are all lying, and that she’s the only one speaking the truth… I know we’re only just getting started on her side of the trial, but her whole case is flimsy.

#johnny depp #amber heard #I’ve seen better acting by gcse school students 💀#anti amber heard

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futurewife · 1 year

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Your post about not wanting kids irl but exploring having kids in a fictional context is really relatable. I like the idea of being a parent in a fictional context, especially if it’s like being a parental figure to fictional children who’s fictional parents didn’t treat them well. Additionally, the idea of a character you love telling you that you’d make a great parent is also really assuring and weirdly affirming. I’m not sure how to further explain it, but it’s just a really comforting thing to me personally.

but having kids in real life? Yeah no, that’s off the table. I have so many reasons why and most of said reasons are out of my control (ie: the climate is fucked) - but mostly it’s because of my medical condition which leaves me really tired a lot and taking care of myself is already hard enough as it is. Raising a whole human being while tired? YEAH NO, that’s not going to happen. But yeah I’m sorry about this ask/2 cents but your post was really relatable.

Yes totallyyy like I like thinking about telling my f/os they're gonna be dads and stuff, I think that's super cute but even then I feel like it's more about me and them and us than the baby itself HAHAHA... Just imagining little contained scenarios like that is enough for me, and it's not even in my ship lore or anything. Great for higher stakes drama and angst though. Plus I lose interest in imagining anything past uhm... delivery and the first 24 hours....uh uh no thank you. selfship inner mind theatre over. once that baby starts impeding on our relationship (jk)

I think it makes perfect sense to enjoy it only in a fantasy way because well... if you do it in real life you get an actual real baby you have to centre around and it won't even be C.able's from d.eadpool 2 ☹🙁😬😬(L)

I agree with what you said about a character telling you you're gonna be a great parent- I think this hits the part of the brain that's like yesssss f/o picked me they picked MEEEEE im going to be their little broodmare for all time :) cuz they just like me sooooo much :)) - which I am all about almost pathologically. It feels kinda gross and biological but I guess i still have that switch that says find the best genes out there and make sure you snatch them up so they get deposited into you and create offspring. ig my f/os are my brain's idea of "THE BEST GENES" so I want them to br**d me for not only sexual reasons. it's like I don't want to actually be a mother but I still want you to want to if I wanted to idk... it's nice to be ASKED ig 🙄😤😤

when I was a kid I just assumed I would have kids at some vague future date, like it was an inevitable thing coming towards me I couldn't prevent. but when I got into my 20s I realised i literally didn't have to and it's crazy that that blew my mind HAHA. I was like wait... this idea never excited me and I never really cared about it or fantasised about babies it wasn't a part of any dream future type plans. I would always wanna rp as the pregnant mother when we played house tho ig that's the only part I liked the idea of HAHAHAHA and still to this day... but hell no i don't want to take care of the doll and tote it around and pretend to feed it. this explains everything

I also agree with your climate change reason for not having kids. That's one of my personal things too- call me a doomer or whatever but I just feel like I'm doing them a disservice, when I myself am already concerned about what the rest of my life will involve with weather messing up food supplies, plastic pollution, extreme temps etc- plus the environmental impact of one more person when in all likelihood I KNOW I wouldn't really enjoy being a mother. The cons far far far outweigh the pros for me (I can only think- my partner may really want kids? but then why are they with me lol. also i feel this is a quick trip to resentment and regret because you only did it for someone else- and as a woman statistically most of the child rearing would be on me too). i also am a bit weird in the brain (menthol illness that i think emotionally stunts me and takes a lot to manage- i need a lot of time to myself to decompress) and a lot of that is coincidentally due to my own mothering experience (bad and scary) + having no positive modelling of motherhood (hence never developing the instincts? behaviours? maternal warmth who?) so it seems like a real surreal nightmare situation to have my own children.

it's ok tho I hc C.able as infertile due to the virus 😎✌

#tw pregnancy #thank you for reaching out- to me it makes perfect sense to not have children but it's surprising how not understood this is #the societal narrative + expectation is really so strong and normalised- like how I just thought it was coming for me no matter what

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imscissorbladez · 7 months

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Meet the Tavs!

Because this piccrew is god tier.

ROOK MAGUIRE

half wood elf. folk hero. bard. late twenties early thirties. they/them.

rook was living a completely normal life fucking around in taverns around baldur’s gate trying to make it big as a bard, when the nautiloid caught them. an asshole in the sense of ‘will be an asshole if someone is rude to them’ but largely has always tried to do the right thing. typical party was karlach, astarion, switching between gale and shadowheart. ended up besties with gale and shadowheart. some dialogue is really funny because as an enby tav it was like ‘shadowheart, plz, I beg, I’m trying not to deadname you but you have to tell me.’ panicked early game realising they couldn’t protect their party after a few deaths, started eating the forbidden gummi worms, was half-ilithid a lot of the game. ended the game in the underdark, because they kind of like the folk hero gig and their vampire man needs a daylight ring or a wish spell.

romanced: astarion, gale tried it but they honestly got a cute third act arc and in retrospect if rook wasn’t already a human capri-sun they could’ve been a thing.

would they have been lured to cazador: without a shadow of a doubt, yes they would.

RI’LRR THE BLOODY

seldarine drow. haunted one. rogue. mid-twenties. she/her. dark urge.

my original dark urge; she woke up with no memory and proceeded to be super weird, because nothing says ‘cohesive party’ like ‘is it normal to want to pluck out your eyeballs and eat them? gale? gale???’ throws every fight she gets into because she’s scared of going too far. typical party is lae’zel, karlach and shadowheart. this is the girlypop crew. ri’lyrr struggles to make friends but she saved shadowheart when lae’zel was yelling at her so the girl gang has her back at all times. does the right thing! just EXCEEDINGLY violent. resisting but im not sure if itll last and if it does it’ll be because she loves her squad so much.

romanced: lae’zel and they are the cutest couple on this earth. ri’lyrr has gone from ‘man who was absolutely too old for her and was definitely a poor choice’ to ‘githyanki warrior who will end lives for her and actually doesn’t like seeing her in pain.’ fun fact, this was meant to be a wyll run, but they just worked SO well. bae’zel and ri’lyrr are at this point essentially married.

would she have been lured to cazador: honestly at that point i think it would’ve been cazador’s problem.

HAVEN [REDACTED] GRIGORE

human. sage. wild magic sorcerer. mid-thirties. she/they.

my little brainrot blorbo: without saying her entire backstory she’s sheltered for a reason. they grew up in rivington raised by their grandmother, and have a connection to the monastery of lythander that may irreparably change the course of their life. switches parties depending on need. sends out scouts. my most technically competent tav. she just has a desperate need to be liked so she can stay alive long enough to get back to be rivington, so compulsively helps everyone she sees and then lies about why. also her dad is a pirate. this will become relevant but it’s more if I start using pirate imagery that’s why. the idea of haven in the pirate hat has sent me FERAL.

romanced: if you can call whatever toxic nonsense that they have with astarion right now romance, sure. i could ship them with lae’zel, wyll or astarion, which is the route the fic is going for. karlach is firmly besties, shadowheart just doesn’t like her much at all, gale and haven would be boring! there, i said it.

would she have been lured to cazador: not an ice cube’s chance in hell.

ELYS AKTA SMOKEHARBOUR.

mephistopheles tiefling. noble. draconic bloodline sorcerer. in human standards, late-thirties. all pronouns.

ELYS THE MENACE. has spent the entire time with a tadpole in her brain rizzing up the camp. an objectively ‘good but not nice’ character. was literally described in co-op as ‘oh I get it, she’s going to save every tiefling here she’s just an arsehole.’ Had a problem with Asmodean Tieflings (it was on sight) up until she met the kids at the Tiefling camp. is here for a good time not a long time. wants to get back to the upper city and be a big deal again, death is not something they were planning for. keeps her camp mates up gossiping about ‘why is wyll 10 times hotter as a literal devil’ or ‘i think gale ate my good heels, i will pay someone 50 gold to retrieve them.’ co-op, so plays with a halfling cleric peddling gummi worms that elys won’t touch but everyone else probably will. the rest of the team comp changes depending on vibes.

romanced: has managed to romance everyone to some degree except halsin and that’s because you can’t do that yet where i am. however: it’s 99% going to be wyll. he will make elys into a better person. elys will make him do shit for himself. they’re going to have like six kids and elys will complain the whole time, i’m so ready for it.

would she have been lured to cazador: she wouldn’t run in the same circles but potentially, yes. wouldve criticised astarion’s repair work and taken him in as a sugar baby. i’m not even joking.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #my oc: haven Grigore #my oc: elys smokeharbour #my oc: rook maguire #bg3 tav #wip stuff #my oc: ry’lrr

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dumbbitchfrommars · 2 years

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i feel like ive never been so confident in my life. at the same time, ive never been so insecure in my life. i keep switching from extremes and im scared, cause everything feels so permanent right now. but nothing in life is permanent. im just so, so so afraid of someone else not accepting me, when i already dont accept myself. it would be fine if i did. but i cant lie to myself, at my best i love myself but i still dont fully accept myself. im way too mean and self critical to turn around and say you know what though, i accept and respect you for that. i spend forever picking away at myself before i go out to make sure im acceptable enough to be perceived, so much time is spent rejecting tiny details and trying to be open minded (like another person, a less critical person would be) so once i finally do step out into the world, im so anxious cause i feel my own gaze staring down at me, judging every little movement i make. never perfect enough. if someone were to criticise me, well, i know itll be over for me. it would tear me apart. cause to have all those thoughts i already had and dismissed to be confirmed by someone else, i would destroy myself. when in reality, people can only meet me as far as theyve met themself, and whatever judgment someone has to share with me, is a reflection of themself. its all easy when i know these silly little things and remind myself over and over like a broken record, but in practice, its impossible to see past my own ego and self involvement to realise its not that deep.

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landoncrris · 2 years

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Hi. I have a fic request.

Can you write about y/n being an actress and more famous than mason. One of Mason's friends is jealous of him and says something like why is she dating you and mason feels insecure. The cherry on the cake is when mason sees an edit of you and your Co star which makes him jealous. Y/n comes home and mason says things like 'why don't you go to (costar) name?' and then she replies with i don't know mason, I think you don't trust me and leaves to take a walk or something. Mason then realises that he trusts her more than anything and he was feeling insecure. He opens up about his insecurities to y/n and then she explains how much she loves him. You can turn into fluff or smut whatever you prefer. Much love x

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When Mason came home from training, he immediately fell face down on the sofa, as his day was not going very well so far. He had been in a bad mood all day, but when he went into the shower after practice, it got a hundred times worse. It started with the usual teasing from his teammates, as they always did when the marks you left on Mason’s body were visible. He wasn’t ashamed of that at all, in fact he was proud that he could show you off and show everyone that you were his, because he knew how much everyone loved and desired you before you two even got together.

But when one of them made a comment about Mason “punching so hard”, he couldn’t help but immediately think there was more to his words. This led him to retort a snappy comment instead of laughing at it, which didn’t make his already bad mood any better. Mason didn’t waste another second, making quick work of getting out of the shower and getting dressed as soon as possible, wanting nothing more than to go home to you. But when he remembered that you wouldn’t be home when he arrived because you had an interview with your co-star, his mood sank further. Then his teammate came out of the shower and continued with his remarks, ending with him saying that you were way too good for Mason and no one understood why you chose him in the first place.

Obviously he knew he was just jealous, because who wouldn’t be? But something inside him felt insecure since he started dating you, and it only seemed to get worse with time. The longer you were together, the more people questioned your relationship, or mainly his part of it.

So to distract himself, he pulled his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants and scrolled through various apps until he landed on tiktok. He spent the next hour or so there, which really seemed to work for a moment. But only until he came across a video of you and your co-star Tom Holland, a video that was about two weeks old, where you were sitting next to each other and telling the interviewer how great your time together on set was. And as if the fact that you had such a great time while he was mainly at home sulking because you weren’t around for months wasn’t enough, the comments were his final straw. Everyone said how sweet you were together, that you really were soulmates, and mentioned the way you looked at him and laughed at his jokes.

Before he could dwell further on the comments, he quickly switched off his phone and threw it away, his head falling into a pillow with a groan. And just at that moment, he heard your car wheels on the gravel outside. Too frustrated to talk to you, he kept his head down, hoping you would think he was asleep. Of course, when you sat down next to him and pressed a kiss to his back, you knew that wasn’t the case as you could feel how unrelaxed his muscles were.

“Hey, baby,” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head as your hand stroke up and down his back, while he had to bite his tongue to keep from scoffing at the nickname. “Are you all right?”

“Fine.” he grumbled into the pillow, at which you frowned. Your hand was still running over the shirt he was wearing, occasionally applying light pressure, massaging his back because you knew he was not well.

“How was your day?”

“Hm-mh.” he hummed, never once lifting his head to talk to you or look at you. That made you get up, thinking he wasn’t in the mood for company right now, even though all you wanted to do was snuggle into his arms as soon as you got home.

“Alright. If you don’t want to talk to me.” you said and went to the fridge to get a quick snack since you hadn’t eaten all day. But you also didn’t want to stand in the same room with Mason when he was in such a bad mood and cook something. You heard him laugh into the pillow before he finally lifted his head and looked over at you as he spoke.

“I bet you’d rather talk to Tom than me anyway, wouldn’t you?” he asked, although he already sounded convinced. At that, your eyes immediately shot up to him, because you hadn’t expected him to make such a remark, which left you speechless for a moment.

“Then why don’t you just leave? Probably miss him already.” he knew what he had said was wrong right after the words left his mouth, but he just couldn’t help take his anger out on you in that moment.

“What the hell are you talking about, Mason?”

“Everyone sees how close you are, you can’t deny that.” he growled, dropping his head back into the pillow because he didn’t want to look at you anymore. He didn’t want to see the anger towards him in your eyes, even though he deserved it, and he knew he deserved it.

“Oh, so now you don’t trust me? Is that it?” you asked incredulously and immediately grabbed your jacket from the counter again and put it on when he didn’t answer.

“You know what? I’m going to grant your wish and leave.” you walked to the living room door but turned around again where you could still easily see him lying on the couch, “Just because you had a shitty day doesn’t give you the right to make others feel the same way.” you added before hastily walking to the front door, putting on your shoes, grabbing your bag and leaving the house. The loud sound of you shutting the door made Mason sigh. He raised his head again to look around the room, realising that wanting you to leave was actually the last thing he wanted.

You were gone for an awful two hours, during which you met up with a friend and got something to eat. Meanwhile, Mason was still lying on the couch, in the exact same position he was in when you left, with your words playing in his head the whole time, wishing he could just turn them off. Every time your voice rang out in his head, asking him if he didn’t trust you, he desperately wanted to tell you that he did, that he trusted you more than anything. But the part of him that told himself you don’t care, that you probably really wanted to leave instead of spending time with him, held him back.

This endless spiral was interrupted, however, when he heard your car pull up the driveway for the second time at this end. You went into the living room and saw him still lying on the couch, not changed into more comfortable clothes, nor did he seem to have eaten anything, because everything was still as it had been when you had left. You felt sorry for him, and at that moment you just wanted to take him in your arms and make him feel better about whatever had ruined his day.

“Mase?” you asked quietly to see if he was awake, and when he quickly raised his head and looked at you, you got your answer.

“Hi.” he smiled weakly and sat up on the couch, his gaze still resting on you as you stood in the doorway. And after hours of thinking about his feelings, he still didn’t know what to do. Of course, somehow he knew that you loved him, because you showed him every day how much you cared for him. But the fact that he hadn’t been able to spend time with you in the last few months, and then today’s events, really unsettled him.

“Hi.” you replied, his eyes lightening up when you didn’t snap at him like he had expected. You remained silent for a few moments and watched him open his mouth to say something before closing it again and looking down at his hands.

“Do you... want to talk to me about anything?” you asked, giving in to how dejected he looked, because you knew he could be quite stubborn. Like you’ve seen a few times before when he just wouldn’t apologise because the reason was too embarrassing, or just because he didn’t want to admit he was wrong, even in front of you.

“Please.” he nodded, his eyes searching yours again as he patted the seat beside him. As you made your way to him, able to see him better now, you could see the slight bags under his eyes and the flushed cheeks. Two signs that he was crying, but you didn’t want that to be the first thing you said now.

“I missed you.” he murmured, at which you raised your eyebrows and rested your head on your hand. You kept silent again because you wanted him to apologise instead of beating around the bush, even though you knew he was afraid to.

“God.” he groaned when you didn’t answer, “I’m sorry, okey? I didn’t mean it.” he sighed and looked back down at his fingers fiddling with the skin around his nails, which he always did when he was nervous.

“But why did you say it then?”

“I don’t know, I trust you, you know I do. It’s just that you’ve spent so much time with him and—” he interrupted himself so as not to sound like an idiot, so he rather stopped talking with a shrug.

“And what? You were jealous?”

“Sort of.” which made you sit down right next to him and cross your legs on the sofa. You took his hands in yours, causing him to stop fumbling with them and look up at you again.

“You need to talk to me, Mason.” you sent him a reassuring smile, seeing in his eyes that he was genuinely sorry for what he had said, and for what you said, that he basically ruined your day.

“I just think you’d be much better off with him. You obviously have the same interests, the same jobs and, he’s just perfect, you know?” he rambled, ending the conversation by taking a deep breath and avoiding your eyes once again.

“You think that or other people do?”

“Both.” Mason shrugged, “Others always think I don’t deserve you, and they’re probably right. I mean, you could do so much better than me. Just look at Tom. He’s Spiderman, I’m not Spiderman—” This time he was interrupted by your breathy laugh, whereupon his gaze found yours again. Causing both a pout and a smile to make it’s way on his face.

“And now you’re laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you, you’re just cute.” at which he groaned and fell backwards onto the couch with a thud. And as he moved his hands to his face to hide it, his shirt lifted a little, making you smile at the small part of his stomach that was showing. That made you decide to straddle him, taking his hands and putting them on your hips. Before your hands reached for his face and you pressed a quick kiss to his lips, his eyes still closed as you pulled back.

“It doesn’t matter what anyone says, Mason. I love you, you’re the one I want to be with.” you declared, gently stroking his cheek and jaw with your fingers as you took in the sight of his features, which made you smile. “You’re perfect for me, there’s really no one else I could ever want.” and the kiss you pressed to the bridge of his nose made him grin a little too.

“And don’s say you don’t deserve me. You are the best boyfriend, and the hottest and most beautiful person in this world. If anything, I don’t deserve you.” his hands wandered comfortably over your back as you leaned over him and pressed another kiss to his lips after you finished talking.

“If I can’t say it, you can’t either.” he pouted, which made you laugh because you hadn’t expected him saying it. You then kissed his lips again and again, finally feeling him smile against your lips.

“And I’m sorry you felt that way. But I need you to know that you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with and that no one can ever compete with you. Okay?” He nodded and his eyes reddened at your words, as he was even more sorry now that he had thought like that and taken it out on you. He pulled you towards him with one hand on the back of your neck and his lips brushed over yours briefly before he closed the gap, pressing you as close as possible while his lips softly moved over yours.

“So you’d prefer me to Spiderman?” he asked as he had to pull back to catch his breath, and it made you laughed, slightly taken aback by the question.

“Any day.”

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