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bluecookies02 · 3 years

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Shigaraki x Reader x Spinner

NSFW || minors do not interact

cw: poly relationship, threesome, reunion sex, spinner's monster cocks, trans(ftm)!shigaraki

A/N: this was a paid commission for a dear friend of mine! I'm sorry for many "pale/blushy" descriptions but they do be a blushy bottom🌸

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Cruel fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, a frustrated whine coming from your boyfriend's lips. His pussy drips and drools over your leg, his clit brushing against you ever so often, his own thighs getting tired. He tries slowing down again, rolling his hips with care, angling them so that he can slowly build up the warm feeling in his tummy that escaped him just a few minutes ago. He's holding his breath, focused so intensively on the way your plush skin shakes under him, your leg moving up and down in efforts to help him at least a bit.

Your hands are shyly placed on his hips, too scared to grip or move him the wrong way. Your lips are swollen, drool still dripping down your chin ever so often, the light stinging reminding you of how close he was, how beautifully his back arched, just for everything to be ripped away for no reason at all.

Well, there's always a reason, this one being that after a few weeks of living alone together, desperately waiting for your boyfriend to come back home, you both became unsustainably needy. Whatever the other one did wasn't enough anymore, and just like that, both of you wasted your time desperately trying to make each other cum.

What infuriated Shig even more was that he couldn't do anything to help you out either.

His head falls onto your chest, hot tears staining your skin, he's so terribly overwhelmed and deprived all the same. You decide to spend the rest of the afternoon soothing each other, kissing and cuddling, trying to make the day pass by quicker. Tomura ended up falling asleep on your lap, arms wrapped around your back. Placing a kiss to his shoulder, you bury your face in his neck, listening to the soft snores and huffs until your eyesight starts to get blurry, eyelids slowly closing while you finally doze off. He should be here soon...

You're not sure if Shigaraki woke up, but you can hear, maybe in your dreams, soft whispers against your ear, words of adoration making your heart swell, and in your sleepy state your think you hug your boyfriend a bit tighter, letting him know that yes, you adore him too. Slowly, the gentle kisses feel more real, sharp nails scraping over your cheek, carefully...warm but chapped lips following suit. And then you definitely hear Shigaraki stirring in his sleep, knees digging into the couch while his hands feverishly grip at you, probably trying to ground himself back to slumber.

Too tired to connect the dots, you lovingly tangle your fingers in Shig's hair, trying to soothe him a bit more. You can feel hot lips against yours for a brief second again, and this time you decide to peek, lazily blinking. A few shades of green melt in front of you, halfheartedly rubbing the sleep from your eyes, your vision clears.

Your heart jumps and leaps, and if it wasn't for a finger shushing you, you're sure you would scream, hands flying to your boyfriend to pull him in. His hands hold your face tenderly, nose brushing against yours. Tomu shifts again and you can't keep still anymore, shaking him awake. Shigaraki grunts, opening his eyes, startled from a dream he was having that got cut off abruptly, but suddenly become wide awake when two pairs of lips land on each of his cheeks.

He's off your lap in seconds, jumping and wrapping his legs around Spinner, still dizzy from sleep but he's lucky that two strong hands squish him steady, not letting him fall. You watch with a fond smile, Shig's greedy lips stealing Spinner's mouth, sloppy and sharp tongue messily trying to keep up. Standing up, you look over your occupied boyfriends, letting them have their moment.

Once you put the bags in their place, you're dragged and spun around, scales rubbing against your chin, hot tongue swirling down your neck. You're backed up across the room until your legs bump into the cushion, making you sit. Shigaraki's already pulling you in the center of it, waiting for Spinner to take off his clothes. He's sweaty and he desperately needs a shower, but his hands can't stay away from either of you.

He's crawling between you and Shig, grabbing each of your hands while he shamelessly sniffs and rubs against both of you. Trailing lower, kissing from one body to another, he has both of you laying flat on the bed.

Oh how he missed you, hands feverishly pulling and groping your thighs. Shigaraki is the first to shamelessly spread his legs open, bucking his hips off the bed. Spinner can't keep up, leaving you briefly to bury his nose in the white tuff of hair, smearing the slick across his chin, clawed nails digging into pale legs, spreading them further and further until Tomura squeals. The tip of his nose is soft, rubbing and nudging Tomura's clit, tongue shyly darting out to lick between the glossy folds.

You have to squeeze your thighs together, watching as your green lover tries to keep his eyes open, intoxicated and dazed by the mouthwatering pussy against his face.

His hand blindly reaches between your legs, urging you to spread out for him. Shigaraki's hands are clawing at Spinner's scalp, fingers tangling in traces of purple, pulling and kneading while he pleadingly looks at you.

Spinners fingers dip between your thighs, teasing your clit with his thumb until you finally inch your legs apart. You hear the satisfied moan, his palm cupping your cunt. It's comfortably warm and wet against his hand, making addictive squelchy sounds each time he taps at it. He's working Tomura open with his long tongue, going deeper and deeper until he can feel his muscle straining in his mouth.

Shig whines for you, turning his head so he can steal a kiss. Spinner peeks up, his cocks twitching and straining against the bed while he watches the two of you, flushed and panting into each other's mouth. He has to press on Shigaraki's tummy to keep him still, working him open the only way the poor lizard can. His nails warily scrape over your hole, dipping in and out oh so lightly, just teasing and moving back up to your clit, his fingers now soaked and slimy against the small nub.

He lets off of Shigaraki's cunt with a quiet "plop", wiping his lips on his inner thigh.

His attention is back on you, reaching his hands up to knead and grope at your breasts, slippery fingers pinching your nipples, twisting and pulling gently, the tip of his nails scraping across the sensitive bud.

His hand sinks right into the soft mounds, squeezing them together.

Raggedy tongue pokes the tight muscle of your pussy, sinking nice and deep, swirling around as he gulps down. You taste divine, and he thanks the Lords that neither you nor Shiggy had the time to shower before this, because hell, his taste buds are tingling, saliva pooling from his lips, and he's pushing himself closer and closer.

Pre drips from his cocks, small droplets staining the sheets while he tries not to rut against them too much.

Shigaraki kneels, leaning down to kiss at your tits, Spinner's hands pushing them in his mouth. Your pale skin turns purple, bit by bit until Tomura is satisfied enough, watching you squirm from the nibbles of his teeth. He was always a bit...intense when it came to pressure, biting or scratching a bit too hard, cunt throbbing at the hastily appearing marks. He's kind enough to soothe the tortured skin, especially when every swipe of his tongue makes you arch your back, hands flying to the first thing you can grab. And God he could spend the whole day just munching on your breasts.

His attention is grabbed by a hungry groan, a sharp thrusts rattling the bed. His eyes snap to Spinner's hips, two obviously neglected cocks humping against the mattress. Spinner is too focused, too pussy drunk to even think about himself, and Tomura can't just let your precious boy suffer like that.

He tries his best to reach under Spinner, a careful hand wrapping around one of the dicks. He gasps into your heat, dragging his tongue out for just a moment, slamming it back in with new vigor, Shigaraki's hand speeding up around his length. The angle is weird but just enough to make him see stars, having hands that he could only imagine for the longest time, finally around him.

He reaches one of his hands to rub at your clit, curling his tongue up, the tip of it bumping against the soft patch inside, sending small shocks to your belly. Tomura can't keep his eyes off of both of you, pussy clenching around nothing while he imagines being squished between the two of you.

Finally, Spinner peels away from your cunt, savoring the taste on his tongue, swirling it across his glossy lips before pulling it back in his mouth. Tomura takes the opportunity to push your legs up and lean himself on your chest, hungrily staring at his boyfriend who's hands shake in anticipation.

He waits for you and Shigaraki to settle comfortably before he inches closer, spreading his legs a bit to level better.

You both hold your breaths while he guides his cocks over your holes, stroking them both for a bit before tapping against your pussies. Shigaraki scoffs at the teasing of his tip against his cunt, eagerly swaying his hips to sink himself onto Spinner's cock.

A pair of hands keep him still though, eyes scanning over both of your faces while he nudges another inch in. Tomura can't keep his weight up, dropping his light body over yours fully, legs going weak when the cock seemingly pushes as far as it can go. You huff, body overheating while his pussy kisses yours.

"You can take a bit more, right?" Spinner asks, and before you can really think about it you're both nodding, holding onto eachother while your cunts stretch and pulse around his cocks. The generous few seconds he gives the two of you to adjust are barely enough, his feet digging into the bed as he starts thrusting. It's as slow as he can make himself go, an apologetic look on his face. But he has two beautiful partners spreading their legs wider, bodies moving to meet his.

"Kiss me" Tomura whines and pleads, knuckles now pale from holding onto the sheets. Spinner's top cock is slightly bigger and even tho Tomu and you can take a lot, it's always a struggle to get used to, no matter how much the three of you fuck and switch around. You place your lips on his open mouth, letting him breathe the hot air between you. If there was one thing Spinner craved, it was for a way to kiss both of you at the same time, yet he remained content, watching you while he worked his pace. His touch was always soft, compared to the brutal prods of his cocks that shook the whole bed, finger lazily stroking Tomura's hips or your thighs, sometimes seeking either of your hands.

He would often put Shigaraki's hand behind his back, watching his face mush against your tits, tongue lolled out, overwhelmed tears making his red eyes glow all pretty. Other times he would lay over Tomu, leaning over his shoulder so that he can kiss you, missing how far away you are from him this way. But fuck it doesn't feel far, not with how deep his cock is ramming inside you, balls slapping against your ass, filling the room with a hypnotizing "plaping" noise, sweaty skin bouncing against eachother. By a particularly angled thrust, the sounds the two of you make cause his muscles to tense, head thrown back only slightly, long tongue barely able to stay comfortably in his mouth, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He jolts forward, gripping the fat of your hips, squeezing until he gets enough of a leverage to plow into you, listening to muffled yelps and moans as he nears his high. Shigaraki switches to biting and drooling above your tits, tongue darting to swirl your nipples, soaking pussy rubbing hurriedly over yours.

"That's it, missed your pussies so much, f-fuck...missed you-..." He's rambling, he gets so sweet when he's about to cum, words sending jolts to your heart, making your fingertips tingle. And if Shigaraki wasn't whining already, he is now, a tinted blush on his cheeks, arms weak, trying to keep Spinner buried to the hilt as he can feel the knot untangling in his stomach.

Spinner takes a moment to look down past his abs, staring at a mess of gush and cream on his cock, whispering a soft " 's pretty" that makes Tomura arch his back, cumming on top of you. You follow soon after as runny ropes of hot cum start filling you up, invading the already tight space with the sheer amount your boyfriend has to offer, going on and on until you feel like passing out.

"Ah-hah" itself a sigh of relief, his cocks softening just enough so that they can slip out of both of you, sticky release dripping from Shigaraki's pussy to yours and then adding onto the disaster of the sheets that'll definitely need a few rounds in the washing machine.

Tomura falls to your side, making room for Spinner who crashes in the middle, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"That's it?" both you and Shig say in unison, teasing the poor lizard. He replies with a groan, dicks twitching at the mere suggestion. You're nice enough to spare him, promising a warm bath as soon as your legs decide to obey properly.

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redrosesartcabin · 3 years

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So yeah, I wrote the thing based on an anon message for @itsme-star

I made it a Barley x (female) reader (based on my self insert character) fanfic ‘cause I had to be a little self indulgent lmao

I hope you enjoy it! It turned out longer than I had planned xD

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The double-decker couch

Barley x (female) reader fanfiction

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Around three months ago:

Y/n’s boyfriend, Barley Lightfoot, had knocked on her window… with small stones… in the middle of the night:

At first her ear just twitched and the noise had mashed with the dream she was having, but the more the noise repeated, the more her consciousness felt pulled into the physical realm again, and with a groan, she had to face the reality that the noise would not stop until she got up (she already had a suspicion as to who was causing the noise).

With a heavy sigh, y/n forced herself from under her comfortable blanket, before ripping the window open.

‘Of course it’s him’, she thought, looking down at Barley as he waved his hands up at her, somehow wide awake.

‘How much energy can a person have?’, she asked herself, before she motioned with her hands, that she’d come outside.

“What in the world are you doing here?”, she asked as she arrived, whisper-yelling at him.

“Well you know how it is my lady: sometimes one just drives around at night after finishing a campaign of quests of yore and sees the poster of a double-decker bus and then one might think: ‘Wouldn’t it be cool if one could have a couch after that structure?’ After having had thought about a new couch for a while and ‘wouldn’t it be cool, if one might be able to build that with their girlfriend?’”

“I can’t say I relate, though I am impressed by one having the idea”, she said, deliberately accentuating the word ‘one’, as she couldn’t now but smile at her beautiful dork, “And I have to say I love the idea, though I still have to decide whether it was worth waking me up at three a.m… but for now I’ll just say yes, because I love you too much to be mad at you for this”

“I know: I’m irresistible”, he winked, pulling her closer to him and engaging her in a sickeningly romantic kiss.

“As nice as this is, I would still like to catch up on some sleep. We’ll write later and you tell when we should start building”

“I actually thought… you know… that maybe now-”

“Don’t push it”

“Right”

Now:

It hadn’t been easy. First they had to scavenge several junkyards for old couches (because let’s be real: They were both poor college students and buying material or new couches just was too expensive), who weren’t completely busted. Then they had to figure out how to build the thing.

After studying art for a while, where y/n had to do a bunch of installation projects, she had gotten significantly better at building things with woods and such, though she still wasn’t an expert. And whilst Barley also got crafty from time to time, he also wasn’t a master.

But somehow, after sweat, and even a couple of tears after y/n once got her hand stuck under one of the couches, they had finished it: The double decker couch.

“This-”, Barley said, pointing his finger at it, “This is beautiful”.

It was a yellow and a green couch, connected through metal poles and stabilized with old wood planks with two ladders placed on top of it and just enough space between the couches, so that one could sit up straight. It sort of looked like a bunk bed, but with couches.

“It is. It really is”, y/n agreed, looking at her bandaged hand, “totally worth busting my hand”

“Totally worth going through every junkyard in the city”, Barley added.

“Totally worth being awake once for 48 hours”, she added as well.

“This should be awarded some kind of price… maybe I’d also just be happy for some money for a wellness weekend ‘cause my back could really need a nice massage”, Barley groaned, touching the small of his back.

“Hard agree”

They stayed standing there for a while, looking at it, before y/n occurred a question that should’ve occurred to her much sooner.

“So-uhm-”, she started, “what do we actually do with it now?”, she asked

“Sit on it of course. You sit below and I above so I can feed you grapes like you’re a roman emperor”, Barley explained matter of factly.

“That sounds lovely darling but that’s not what I mean”

“What seems to be the issue then?”he asked, a little frustrated. What could she possibly have to say now? After so much hard work?

“I mean… where do we put it?”, she asked with a sincere expression which immediately washed away his annoyance, “because it certainly won’t stay in my parents basement”, she stated.

“It’s certainly more worthy than this old, dusty room with your family's junk. And also because this place is crawling with bugs that I will have to remove every time because you’ll just screech and run away until it magically disappears”

“Hey!”, y/n interjected

“It's true!”

“Ok yeah fair enough, though seriously- where? I also can bet’ya we can’t put it anywhere in our homes either. It probably barely fit under the ceiling”

“Yeah no”

A moment of contemplative silence spread across them.

After a while, Barleys thoughts wandered to the night where he had gotten the idea. He thought about his beloved car-

‘OH. MY. GOD. That’s it!’, he thought to himself.

“I got it!”, he then yelled excitedly, his face contorted into one of the most adorable expressions y/n had ever seen anyone wear. No matter what it would be: She couldn’t but say yes to that smile.

Still she asked, “What’ya got?”

“You know how I got my idea from a poster with a double-decker bus?”, he asked her, still smiling like he had won the lottery

“Yes?”

“And you know how I have a van, right?”

“No”, she answered sarcastically, “I know absolutely nothing about your most prized possession of a van that you called Guenivere the second after you sacrificed your first Guenivere when on a quest-”

“Ok I got the gist”, he chuckled, “but ok hear this: Since I have this wonderful van, this wonderful BIG van-”

“Wait a minute: You really want to put the couch in-”, she interrupted as she realized what he was saying, but got immediately interrupted back as he realized she had caught on

“Yes! I absolutely am”

“Dear lord… but ok I have no better idea, let’s do it”

“YES”

“Barley I am telling you, this is NOT working”, y/n huffed as she let her side of the construction gently land on the ground once again.

“Come on, just one more time!”, Barley pleaded.

“You’ve been saying ‘just one more time’ for an hour!”, she argued, “there is no way around: this just doesn’t fit inside the van. You underestimated Guenivere”

“Hey! There is no underestimating Guenivere! It’s not her fault”, he pouted.

“Ok ok ok... Sorry Gueni”, y/n said, giving the car a sincere pat on one of the back doors. She has gotten used to treating the car similar to a pet, “but seriously: We’ve been trying this at every angle, and as cool as Guenivere is, she can’t magically shapeshift”

“Magically shapeshift”, Barely repeated her last words, suddenly deep in thought, before an “ohhhh”, sound escaped him, “wait here my lady, I’ll be back in a sec”

“O...k”, she said, a little confused.

Five minutes later, she saw Ian storm out of his house, his hands clenched around his magic staff, with Barley closely behind him. “WHAT'S THE EMERGENCY?”Ian yelled as he came to a hold, which caused his brother to almost crash into him.

“I need you to make Guenivere big enough so that our self made double-decker couch fits into her”, Barely explained, breathing as though he had just run from death.

For a moment nobody said anything to that before Ian and y/n both shouted

“WHAT?”,at the same time.

“So much for an emergency”, Ian also mumbled, a little annoyed at his brother's antics.

“I mean: If she’s too small, then we can just make her bigger, right?”

“Technically yes but I think you didn’t consider a very small, tiny detail”, Ian commented.

“And what would that be?”, Barley asked irritated, not understanding what the issue was.

“You are aware as a supposed magic expert, that I can’t only enlarge the trunk, right? I would have to make the entire car big, and that would lead-”

“-to the entire street being filled with the car”, y/n finished the thought, apologetically laying her hand on Barleys shoulder, “I’m sorry my love. It was a nice thought”

“Dang it”, Barley breathed out, “I was looking forward to make my own uber-van-couch-double-decker-business”

“Hm”, y/n simply hummed. She had known from the beginning it would probably go south, but his enthusiasm had given her hope.

“Sorry Barley”, Ian said quietly, now feeling bad for having been so harsh beforehand , before slowly heading inside again.

Y/n and Barely sat down on the edge of Guenivere’s trunk, tired and disappointed that it all hadn’t turned out like they wanted as they looked at their creation.

Y/n leaned against Barley’s shoulder, lovingly rubbing her cheek against him like a cat (she loved doing that).

After a while Barley decided he had enough of sulking, standing up to go to the front to put on some good old metal (which luckily she enjoyed too).

As he however returned to the trunk, he noticed some ropes laying around.

He had used ropes last time to tie up some of the material he had bought for their project, so they wouldn’t move around- what if though…

“Ok I’ve had enough”, Barley decided, “I WILL have my double-decker-couch-van for more people to ride with me and my buddies and if its the last thing I’m gonna do!”

“Barley, what are you-”, y/n wanted to ask, but as she saw him pick up the ropes from the trunk floor, she understood, “- Are you sure this will work out?”

“Nope”, he answered truthfully, “but I will surely try!”

She was still skeptical, but at the same time she would try anything with him, and if it meant helping him tie a double-decker-couch to the roof of his van.

“If you believe it can be done, I will too”, she smiled, giving him a quick peck on his cheek, “let’s do this!”

It was eight p.m. The sun was almost behind the horizon and the streetlamps threw dodgy looking lights in the middle of the street and kept the corners dark.

But the elven couple, who stood in front of a yellow van with a double-decker couch tied to its roof, couldn't help but see what they had accomplished: Which was accomplishing what, at least the female elf, had thought was impossible… yet again.

“I can’t believe that worked”, Y/n mumbled.

“Told ya”, Barley hushed back.

“Should we drive around? See if anyone is crazy enough to go on a drive?”, she asked.

“You bet we are. And tomorrow… and whenever we can. I’ll be the driver and you the tourist guide.. or maybe some kinda sturdess, after all you’re good lookin’”

“Oh hush”, she giggled, visibly blushing

“And-”, he continued, though not without giving her a good wink after his compliment, “then we’re gonna show the dear people of this town another perspective to life”

“That we can promise”, she laughed, “that we sure can”

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fuckthesworld · 4 years

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YOU’RE OURS

THOMAS x NEWT x READER

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, threesome.

A/N : It is set after Death Cure . Our Cutie Newt is alive !!!!! I can’t let him die in my story . And yeah it’s my first imagine in Tumblr.

You couldn’t help the hiss that escaped your lips as Thomas gently padded the cut on your shoulder with gauze.

“Sorry” He flinched, “I’m being as soft as I can…”

“I know, tommy , it’s ok” You reassured him.

He sighed,

“No, it’s not. I’m good at this, god knows I’ve had practice, but I’m not a doctor…” nonetheless, he grabbed the needle and medical thread, “You should have let Brenda take a look at you”

You had been naive, the both of you, in believing you had seen the last of the cranks for the night.

The cranks were turning violent when they realized the immunes are not affected by them so they focused on biting the main arteries or important parts of body so that the immunes could either die due to blood loss or they become disabled .

During the last scavenging hunt you got bit on your shoulders but Newt was also hurt so Thomas asked brenda to stay with Newt .

Thanks the lord you were immune and newt was also immune as he was given the cure in safe haven .

It clicked then, watching your boyfriend’s tear streaked face.

“You’re in love with him”

“So are you” It wasn’t an accusation, just the statement of a fact. You weren’t really surprised he had realized, not when he could hear your heartbeat quicken whenever Newt showed up in your hut .

The silence fell between you like ghost, a heavy presence, invisible but suffocating, for several moments, until Thomas gathered enough courage to break it,

“I still love you, Y/N. This doesn’t change that”

“I know,” you sighed, “I still love you too”

“What are we going to do now?” He looked about as lost as you felt.

“I don’t know, Tommy…”

“I- I don’t want to lose you” He choked out a sob.

“You won’t” You stood, pulling him in, wrapping your arms around him. He held onto you hard, almost so hard it hurt, but you couldn’t let go. You wouldn’t. “You won’t lose me, Tommy , ever. Not for this, not for anything”

He leaned back just enough to crush his lips to yours, pouring all his desperation, all his fear and guilt into a bittersweet kiss. His arms wound even tighter around you in an iron grip, afraid if he let go for just a second, you would disappear from his side.

“Don’t leave me… please don’t leave me” He didn’t realize the words were escaping his mouth between kisses until your answer reached his ears, soothing like a balm:

“I won’t. I’m never leaving you”

The ground was swept from under your feet, as Thomas picked you up, bridal style. He needed you, his sunshine, his anchor to-

Until someone knocked the door .

“ Thomas , Y/N “ you both froze hearing Newt’s voice .

You found a silk robe to put on over your flimsy summer pajamas, covering your body not out of modesty, but to somewhat conceal the bandages and bruises littering your skin. Thomas smiled, it was just like you to hide your vulnerabilities, especially if you were expecting a confrontation. He took your hand, and you stepped out of the bedroom together. Come what may, you knew you could face it, as long as you had each other.

“Newt!” The gasp left Thomas’s throat unbidden, as soon as his eyes fell on his friend. It was a pitiful sight, the blonde still wearing the same clothes from last night, rumpled and dirty, the stench of sweat coming out of his pores .

“I’m sorry” Newt croaked between tears, “I’m so sorry ”

He hadn’t noticed how cold he was, until Thomas enveloped him in his warm embrace.

“It’s ok, Newt” You heard him whisper, “It’s going to be ok. We got you now…”

“Make it stop , Make my nightmare stop” Newt’s cries were muffled against your boyfriend’s shoulder, but you still could feel the pain in his voice, loud and clear. It hurt like a physical blow to your chest, knocking the air out of you. You had tried, you really had, but apparently your feelings for the brown eyed boy weren’t as under control as you had thought “Please… make it stop”

He wasn’t even conscious of the words leaving his mouth, as he begged to a god he didn’t believe in, to whoever might be listening, for something to numb the pain. To feel anything else than that soul crushing agony consuming him.

Thomas’s eyes found yours, a silent request for permission. You didn’t know what was in his mind, but you trusted him, with more than your life: You trusted him with your heart.

You nodded. It was all Thomas needed. He cupped Newt’s face with his hands, and kissed him.

It was surreal. Suddenly, you were witnessing your boyfriend passionately making out with the man that had been haunting your dreams for months, and you should have felt jealousy or betrayal, but the truth was, those were the furthest things from your mind. Because Newt seemed to be finally kissing back, fingers tangling in Thomas’s curls, still wet from your shared shower, tugging just enough for the brunnet to let out the most delicious little whimper and fuck, but that had to be the hottest thing you had ever seen in your life making you gasp.

And Thomas had probably felt the change in you, the rising in your temperature, the gasp that left your mouth, cause he reached for your hand without even looking, pulling you closer, guiding the blond man towards your lips. His once familiar mouth quickly reacquainted itself with yours, tongue exploring, teeth nibbling softly. The shock sent shivers down your spine, as Thomas’s hands opened your robe, sliding the cool silk down your arms. His lips on your neck had your head spinning, and you had to hold onto Newt’s strong shoulders to stop yourself from falling.

“Hey Love” He breathed out as you broke the kiss, cursing your need for oxygen.

“Hi” You smiled, “It’s been too long”

“Far too long” Newt agreed, the beautiful brown of his eyes, dark and turbulent with lust remembering the drunk kiss both of you shared in the glade at the bonfire .

Thomas didn’t stay idle for long, agile fingers working open Newt’s shirt, stepping closer, pushing your body further into Newt’s space. It wasn’t long till you found yourself trapped between two naked, equally stunning torsos, pushing and pulling, as Thomas’s and Newt’s lips collided again over your shoulder.

You felt your boyfriend’s hand slip inside your sleeping shorts, teasing you over your panties.

“Tommy” You reached back, arm hooked on the back of his neck for purchase, as he tugged your underwear to the side, and buried two fingers inside your tight heat.

“Fuck!”

Startled, you opened the eyes you hadn’t even realized you had closed. You were ashamed to admit you had pretty much forgotten the other man’s presence, Thomas was just that good, knew your body that well, but Newt was still standing in front of you, eyes fixed on the erotic way Thomas’s hand was moving inside your shorts. His other hand lowered the straps of your camisole one by one, baring your chest to Newt’s wonderstruck stare.

The moan that escaped your lips as Thomas started expertly massaging your breast finally pulled the golden haired man out of his trance,

“Can I…”

“Touch her?” Thomas finished for him, placing a sweet kiss on your temple, as your head rolled back, coming to rest on his chest, “I don’t know, buddy. You’ll have to ask her”

You heard Newt’s voice, but it was hard to concentrate with Thomas’s fingers penetrating you over and over again, grazing that perfect spot inside you every time. Thomas chuckled a little smugly.

“Baby girl, is it ok if Newt touches you?”

“Yes!” You panted, at last “Yes, please, Newt… touch me”

He did more than that, lips closing around the nipple not currently between Thomas’s fingers, hands roaming all around your body, tearing and ripping at clothes with Newt’s help, until you were completely naked, and completely at their mercy.

Your boyfriend laid you down on the bed He positioned you so your legs would hang out the border, guiding Newt to kneel between them.

“Bossy, aren’t you?” The blond quipped, playfully.

“Oh, you have no idea” Thomas smirked from behind his back, turning his head to capture his lips again in the filthiest of kisses. You watched Thomas’s hands trail down Newt’s chest, lower down his abs and further south still, undoing his button and his fly, disappearing inside his pants.

Your breath catched at the same time as his, when Thomas’s hand closed around his member, slowly pumping up and down, up and down, the same hypnotic.

Newt’s head fell forward, eyes closed in bliss, but that was when Thomas saw you.

“Naughty girl,” He murmured, eyes zeroing in the way your index finger was rubbing circles on your clit, “you know I hate it when you do that…”

Your smirk was defiant,

“What are you going to do about it?” You let your other hand travel over your skin, caressing softly, teasing yourself as much as teasing him “You have your hands full”

“I’ll take care of her” Newt was looking at you longingly, “Please, Thomas… let me take care of her…”

“Hmmm… only because you ask so nicely” Thomas’s words were a little slurred, and you knew he was drunk with the power. Having both you and Newt to dominate, to do as he said was making him dizzy, almost overwhelmed.

“Put your mouth on her, Newt… she’s fucking delicious, tastes just like strawberries…”

Newt bent over, licking his lips, eyes fixed on yours. The movement pressed his ass against Thomas’s hard on, making him hiss.

“Can I-”

“Yes, please”

Your boyfriend tugged both Newt’s pants and boxers down. You couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but Newt’s handsome face, contorting in pleasure, gave you a pretty good idea.

“Oh, god, Newt!” You gasped as his tongue, at last, made contact with your flesh.

He hummed as if in agreement, flattening his tongue over your slit before using the tip to tap your pearl. Your hand flew to his head, finding purchase in his golden curls as he licked into you eagerly, rocking his whole face against you.

He was nothing like Thomas. This was messy, obscene, it lacked Thomas’s finesse and precision, but fuck it was good.

You could feel the coil tighten inside you, already so close to the brink from Thomas’s hand, but just as it was about to snap, Newt’s lips left you.

“Oh, fuck!” His curse was muffled against your thigh. You could see your boyfriend’s curls over the curve of Newt’s back and you could only guess what his wicked tongue was doing to the boy between your legs.

Oh yeah, he’s quite talented at that isn’t he?” You giggled despite your frustration

“So good” Newt moaned, “So so good…”

Thomas came into view then, placing kisses along Newt’s spine.

“If you want my mouth on you” He whispered in his ear, loud enough for you to hear, “keep yours on her”

Newt nodded, enthusiastically.

“And make sure she comes,” He went on, “that’s the only rule: Our girl gets to come… Over, and over,” He punctuated every word with a kiss down Newt’s back again, “and over, and over…”

The most wanton of noises left Newt and you knew conversation time was over as he dove right back in, separating your lips with his fingers, thrusting his tongue inside you as deep as it would go. Your back arched off the chaise, crying out loud when Newt decided to add a finger, and then another one, as his lips closed around your clit, sucking a little too hard.

It was too much.

“Newt… fuck, ah!… Slow down, baby”

“Keep going, Newt” Thomas’s tone was stern, as he watched you writhe in pleasure. He was on his knees again, coating two of his fingers with lube. When had he gone and fetch it, you had no idea. “Make her come… god you have to see her, she is so gorgeous when she comes…”

And it wasn’t going to take long, with the way Newt’s tongue was circling your clit and the vibrations from his own moans and sweet little whines, you could feel yourself right at that edge, all you needed was something to tip you over.

Newt’s hand made its way to your chest, finding your breast and massaging just the way you liked it, the way you had done earlier. He was a fast learner. But you didn’t have much time to marvel about that, cause you were finally falling, every nerve of your body going up in sparks, your cries of ecstasy intermingling with his, as Thomas finally, finally entered him, torturously slow, making him feel every lavish inch.

The stronger boy’s measured but powerful thrusts pushed Newt’s body forwards. He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face on your Neck, mouth slack against your skin, muffling his sounds.

“Careful there,” Thomas warned, slowing down his movements almost to a stop, “She’s hurt”

Squaring your jaw, you looked up at Thomas .

“What are you waiting for, Tommy?” Your boyfriend’s eyes went wide at your commanding tone, “Fuck him like you mean it”

Thomas gulped, goosebumps erupting on his skin. Oh yeah, he might be a big boy now, but your dominant voice could still make him weak. He wondered absently if it was simply you, and everything you did, that turned him to putty in your hands.

“Yes, ma'am” He grabbed onto Newt’s hips, picking up his rhythm.

“Oh god!” Newt sobbed into your skin. You ran your hand through his curls, caressing soothingly.

“He feels good, doesn’t he? So hard and big…”

“So big…” The blonde agreed, “so deep…”

“How does Newt feel, Tommy?”

Your boyfriend was biting his lip, looking down, fixated on the place he was disappearing inside Newt.

“So good, so fucking tight…”

You sighed, yearningly. They were breathtakingly, heartbreakingly beautiful. All lean and strong muscles, locking and releasing, miles of soft creamy skin colliding on skin, tiny beads of sweat glistening in the soft morning light. It was fascinating, watching them move together, the dirty sounds leaving them more than enough to make you wet and ready again.

But before you could say something, you felt Newt stare on you.

“Y/N… I need you, please” He pleaded, small and shy, as if afraid you would say no. You looked at Thomas for reassurance, but he was already bending over, reaching for Newt’s cock and unrolling a condom around it, pushing him further up your body. The blond whined in complaint when the movement caused Thomas to slip out of him.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Your boyfriend moved closer, kissing his shoulder, “Like me filling you up so good…”

Newt and you moaned in unison, making him chuckle.

“It’s her turn now. She needs to be filled too. So go on, bury that gorgeous cock of yours between her legs” Thomas encouraged, softly, his tone a stark contrast to the vulgarity of his words, “and I will fuck you so hard she will feel it”

Newt cursed, Thomas dirty mouth was going to be the death of him, he just knew it.

No, he was already in heaven, he decided, as he braced himself on his forearms at each side of your head, taking his sweet time entering you. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about this, the truth was he had, a million times. Now it was really you, and never in his wildest dreams had he pictured it could be like this, your breathy moans underneath him, your heat embracing him so perfectly… As your boyfriend did obscene, immoral, delicious things to him from behind, driving him right to the brink of sanity.

And he didn’t waste any time, thrusting hard and fast. Soon, Newt was a sobbing mess, trapped as every move to escape Thomas cock drove him deeper into you, every motion backwards and away from you impaling him further on Thomas cock. There wasn’t much he could do, but take whatever Thomas gave him.

You clung onto his back, blunt fingernails digging into his skin,

“I’m going to come… Newt, I’m going to come on your cock”

Fuck, you were just as dirty as your boyfriend. And it was truth, he could feel it, feel your walls quivering around his dick, feel your body starting to shake with the force of your orgasm. Thomas bended over, grabbing hold of his shoulders, changing the angle, hitting his prostate over and over, white hot pleasure exploding without warning. Newt drown his screams into your mouth, his climax almost painful in it’s intensity, his vision going black.

“ Why don’t you move in with us if your nightmares are that bad “ You said

Newt was speechless. He had wish, he had dreamed, but he hadn’t let himself hope. That this… whatever it was, wild, and exiting, and delicate and precious between the three of you was not a one time thing. He had tried to convince himself that he would be fine if it was, that he was going to treasure it anyway, be glad it happened, enjoy it while it lasted. Even if it killed him the next day.

It was a fine line between happiness and heartbreak, the one he had been walking with you today.

“I… Well, I mean” He stammered “I think I would love to. I mean. If it doesn’t bother you guys, that is”

Thomas and you exchanged a look, one of those silent communication things you seemed to always have going on, and he felt the littlest pang of envy. He wanted to be privy to those conversations, like he wanted to be a part of yours and Thomas’s world.

And maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t an impossible dream. Because suddenly he found himself with an armful if you, capturing his lips in a possessive kiss that spoke of something deeper than lust and passion, something permanent and meaningful and as inescapable as fate, ‘You are ours now, you belong to us. And we are never letting you go’

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Loving You For You [Maxwell Lord x GN!Reader]

Summary: Maxwell Lord is struck with a panic attack when he's getting ready to shoot one of his famous infomercials. He's hit with the trauma of his youth and begins to spiral, until you, his loving partner, show him that it's okay to feel afraid and it's okay to find admittance in his struggles.

Warnings: descriptions of poverty, starvation, body dysmorphia, panic attack, general insecurity, brief mention of addiction (alcohol and gambling), brief mention of abuse.

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 2000>

Author's note: So many of you loved 'Perfect to Me', which was about a reader who had their own body dysmorphia (you can find it in my Masterlist under ‘Maxwell Lord’, and asked me to write more. I put a little twist on things and wrote this, a one-shot in which Maxwell suffers from body dysmorphia and struggles to leave his past behind him. Reader discretion advised.

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When Maxwell Lorenzano was 6 years old, he owned one pair of shorts and two t-shirts. He had no choice but to wear them throughout the coldest winter in history, his knees red raw from the cold, and they lasted him for two years until he quite literally was growing out of them. When he finally parted with them, his mother gifted him with a dark blue knitted sweater, and Maxwell swore it was the best present he'd ever received. He'd finally feel the warmth he craved so desperately. The warmth that other children got from their parents embrace...he was getting from an itchy sweater that smelt like cheap beer and cigarettes. But it was his, and it was all he had.

After Maxwell's father stole all of the money for his gambling and alcohol addiction, he left Mrs Lorenzano with just five pesetas to feed the small family for a week. The brown eyed boy remembered that winter as the worst one yet. The bedwetting had gotten bad again and he had never gone so hungry. He remembered his stomach rumbling in class and his cheeks would flush as the other kids teased and laughed at him for it. He remembered stealing a banana from another kid's packed lunch, getting caught, and told that if he continued to steal, he'd be nothing but a criminal low-life just like his father. But he was just hungry. His shoes had holes in them so his toes poked out. He bathed in a tin bucket once a week right up until he was a teenager.

And thirty years later, Maxwell Lorenzano, or Lord, as he now went by, was staring at himself in the full length bedroom mirror. Everything was perfect. He'd proved everyone back home wrong. He became someone. Someone esteemed, someone important and someone with a heightened self worth. People asked for his autograph in the street and preached to him about their love and admiration for his work. He was a man who could make dreams come true. Everything was perfect… or so it should've been.

It didn't fit. Maxwell picked at the way the pale pink polo shirt clung to his body. He turned to the side and sighed when he saw the way it highlighted his little tummy. He sucked in his breath, trying to flatten it, but it didn't really work. And for a split second he considered how many meals it would take to lose that little bit of weight. This whole outfit had been tailored for him just two weeks ago and it was perfect but now he hated it. He didn't just hate it. He felt disgusting.

It was weird. Sure his insecurity about his body image was rampant as he took in his appearance, but he didn't feel like himself.

Truthfully, when he changed his name from Lorenzano to Lord he had done it to start anew. That name was his father's and he wanted no association with the man who had abused and tormented him and his mother. But when Maxwell Lorenzano became Max Lord, it was like the struggle ended. He'd fought for so long and so hard trying to fit in with the modern-day example of a successful businessman. He was the least American all-American man. He dyed his hair blonde, even seeked a vocal coach to try and rid himself of his accent. And it worked. Everything was being handed to him on a silver plate. He was the coverboy of Forbes, the owner of three country clubs and day spas across America. The Wall Street Journal were constantly on his case, wanting to interview him. He was swimming in cash. He had everything he could ever want. But it wasn't him.

He felt like a fraud. A liar. A con-man. And as he looked at his reflection in the mirror, he saw nothing but the broken little boy he was thirty years ago, wearing ill-fitted clothes and a fake smile. It wasn't meant to be like this. He was spiralling.

"Hey honey?" he heard your sweet voice call from the next room, your footsteps approaching down the corridor. His tense composure relaxed ever so slightly when he heard you coming, and he grabbed the white suit jacket from the top of the dresser, quickly pulling it over him. He didn't want you to see him like this. See his tummy and the way the stupid shirt didn't fit him the way it did two weeks ago. You'd seen him naked plenty of times and deep down Maxwell knew that you wouldn't care, but he just felt so vulnerable in his own skin. "The camera crew are waiting downstairs in the lobby and they're getting antsy," you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration as you padded into the bedroom. "The director is insufferable, Max. I keep telling him this is your infomercial, not his, but he just-- hey, Max? Are you listening?" you narrowed your eyes with concern. Maxwell hadn't looked at you once since you walked into the room.

"Hmph? Oh yeah." he murmured, turning back around to see if his tummy poked out even wearing the white jacket over the shirt. It didn't, which was a relief for him, but the padded shoulders of the jacket made him look huge and boxy. And it was just another thing he began to hate about himself.

"Are you okay?" you asked, biting your lip and walking towards him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and placed your hands over his tummy. He winced. "Max?"

"Yeah I'm fine." he said quickly, pulling out of your grip and buttoning up the suit jacket.

As he was about to leave the bedroom to start shooting the latest infomercial for his company, Black Gold Cooperative, you grabbed his arm and pulled him back. You popped open to the button of his suit jacket, freeing his tummy, not that you noticed. "You should keep the jacket undone," you hummed. "I like you in pink." You placed the palm of your hand on his chest and subconsciously began to brush him down, straightening his collar so he looked as smart as possible.

"I might get changed. Don't really like this outfit." Max muttered with a frown that made your heart ache.

"Wh-what? You loved it when you tried it on for me at the tailors the other week. And you look so good. Is there something going on?" you asked curiously as Maxwell stepped away from you.

He sighed in defeat (and slight frustration), before ripping the jacket off his body and letting it pool to the ground. "Look." he said, pointing his finger aimlessly at his tummy.

"What?" you asked, genuinely bewildered.

"Look." he repeated again, wiggling his ring clad finger this time.

"Maxie you gotta help me out here," you replied. "What am I looking at?" You noticed Maxwell's lips begin to quiver and tears prick his dark glazed eyes. He swallowed a lump in his throat that he didn't realise he had before slapping his hand over his face in shame and breaking down into a heaving, sobbing mess. "Oh Max," you cooed, taking him in your arms and guiding him over to your bed. You sat him down on slid next to him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into your chest. "Baby what is it? You can talk to me."

"Nothing fits," he hiccuped, and you felt his tears dampen your own blouse. "I feel disgusting. I feel fake and. Disgusting. It fit two weeks ago- and now-"

"Max," you hushed him, running your fingers through his golden locks of hair. "It fits you perfectly. You look amazing, and I'm not just saying that because I'm your partner, I'm saying it because it really truly does. You look so handsome." you promised him.

"When I look in the mirror all I see is the old me. The me who wet the bed, who starved and stole and who couldn't save my mother from my father's horror and abuse. I moved here to escape it all, but it still haunts me. It follows me and I can't- I just want it to stop." Maxwell confessed, the tears now streaming down his face.

You had dated Max Lord for three years now, and you were both deeply in love with each other, but he had never quite opened up to you about his past trauma. You knew little things here and there but you never expected it to be so bad. Your boyfriend was suffering and you felt so helpless.

"I hate myself." he continued through a choked sob. He began to feel so constricted in his clothes, tugging his pink shirt. It felt like he couldn't breathe, and you saw the panic on his face.

"Hey, breathe with me. Let me help you." you whispered, cupping his face with your hand and wiping away his tears. He found himself subconsciously leaning into your touch and he followed your breathing. Inhale for seven seconds and then exhale. And repeat. It was working. As he followed your breathing, you gently began to undress him and as you discarded the garments of clothing he began to feel better.

Leaving him on the bed, you promised you'd be back in one second, quickly darting into the walk-in closet and bringing out some of his comfiest cashmere pyjamas.

"I- I can't," Maxwell panted. "I have to shoot the- the infomercial."

You shook your head, unfolding the pyjamas. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, okay? This is your infomercial. Not anyone else's."

"I can't let them down." Maxwell insisted, looking back at the clothes that were pooled on the floor. He had to be brave. For once he had to be brave.

"No," you said sternly. Maxwell looked at you with doe eyes. "I want you to change and get into bed. I'll be back in one minute, I'm just going to let the crew and the director know that we'll do this another day."

"Yeah but-" As always, Maxwell Lord was the most stubborn man on the planet. "I can do it. I can- I can-"

"Sweetheart," you whispered, planting a kiss on his forehead. "There's no shame in admitting when you can't do something. No shame in struggling. I love you all the same."

"You aren't embarrassed of me?" he sniffed wearily.

"How could I be? I feel like the luckiest person on the planet because I scored with you. You're the most amazing, gentle, compassionate guy I have ever met. Max, I wish the rest of the world got to see you the way I see you. You are perfect." you smiled and Maxwell felt his cheeks flush pink.

"I love you so much." he confessed, and you giggled, leaning in to brush your lips against his.

"I love you too," you smiled warmly, nudging your nose against his. "Get comfortable and I'll dismiss the crew. I'll bring a VHS up and we can watch a movie in bed too. Anything you fancy?"

Maxwell pondered for a second, trying to remember his wide selection of filmography he kept in one of the living room cabinets. He could always go with one of his favourites— a guilty pleasure he liked to indulge in when he craved comfort. "Breakfast at Tiffany's?" he asked with a hopeful glint in his eye.

"Oh yes, we haven't watched that one in a while! I'll make us both some herbal tea too," you exclaimed, handing him a comb so he could brush out all the hair product and reveal his natural waves. "We've been needing a movie day." you commented.

"Let's not do anything," Maxwell grinned. "For once. Let's just relax and cuddle and watch movies."

"I can't think of anything better." you smiled cheerily, pinching his cheek and giving him another kiss.

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sxveme-2 · 3 years

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blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

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Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Edited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter Sixteen: The One With the Parents

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3029

"Oh!" a familiar voice called as Bucky opened the door, "Well hello there. who are you?"

Lily's eyes blew wide as she jumped up from her seat on the couch, readjusting herself before rushing forward from the living room, startling Joey. Coming to a halt, beside Bucky, Lily gave a nervous smile as she came face to face with her parents. Alicia and Abel Osborne, two of the most notorious environmental scientists in the country. And some of the most down-to-earth and relaxed people you could ever find. So how they had an uptight and perfectionist daughter like Lily? Well, no one could really explain that.

"Mom? Dad?" Lily questioned, a small laugh trailing behind her words, "It's like eleven o'clock. What on earth are you doing here?"

"Well your father is never good with timing but that doesn't answer my question," Alicia Osborne hummed, handing her coat to her husband, "Who is this?" she smiled, pointing her finger up and down the man.

"James Barnes," the man introduced, reaching his flesh hand forward, "Please, call me Bucky. It's lovely to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Osborne, Lily has told me much about you."

"How sweet. we haven't heard anything to do with you. Other than what everyone already knows about the famous Winter Soldier!" Abel commented, shaking the man’s hand that was outstretched. One that lasted a second too long.

Blunt. A very notable characteristic of the Osborne parents. Due to their intelligence, they seemed to have failed in the social department. Neither knew when some of the things they said could come across as hurtful, yet somehow managed to say these things in sweet and loving tones. It had a tendency to be a detriment to the three children of the two, seeing as when they didn't like someone they brought home, they would say it. Not to Lily. Not to Rose. Not to Cedar. To the other party. They always said sugarcoating was a waste of time, and that honesty was something that was vital.

"Where's Hunter?" Alicia asked, continuing to eye Bucky.

"As I said. it's eleven at night. He's asleep." Lily sighed, leading the rest of the party into the kitchen, "I wish you would have called me to tell me you're coming. I only have one spare room."

"Oh, that's fine. Bucky can sleep with you." Alicia stated, opening up her daughter’s kitchen cupboards, searching for lord knows what.

Lily stared wide-eyed at her mother as she took a seat at the dinner table next to Bucky. Hiding her face in her hands, Lily shook her head. This was one of the main reasons Lily never introduced most people to her parents. Especially her mother. She recalled the many times that Lily had brought home a potential boyfriend, only to have them scared off by Alicia's harsh and straightforward remarks.

"Lily you need to go grocery shopping, you have no food." Alicia sighed, "Come on Abel let's head to bed now."

"Yes, dear...and you two. Keep it down tonight, the spare room is right next to Lily's." Abel commented, chuckling as Lily dropped her head down onto the table and Bucky let out a deep and hearty chuckle.

And as quick as they came in, Lily's parents were gone upstairs to the spare room. Leaving Lily and Bucky alone in the kitchen again, wondering what the hell had just happened. mostly Lily, Bucky seemed to find the entire interaction quite comedic. Seeing Lily get flustered must have made him smile because lord knows the comments were parents made wouldn't.

"Well then...shall we get to bed, doll?" Bucky cooed, leaning towards the blonde and placing his hand gently on the small of her back.

Lily shot the man a glare, but yet, still followed him as they wandered up towards the bedroom Lily slept in every night. And the one she'd be sharing that night.

“Keep it PG, Barnes.”

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The gentle feeling of fingertips ghosting against her skin sent a shiver through Lily's body. Her deep green eyes peeled themselves apart, only to hum at the sweet feeling of touch. Her body tensed at first, her mind not comprehending who it was who was caressing her pale skin. But soon it caught up, and her heart began to beat at a rapid pace. But she didn't move. didn't flinch. She cooed gently at the feeling of his calloused fingers tracing small patterns into the smooth skin of her arm. The dim sun of November pierced through the thin curtains of Lily's bedrooms, and she eventually figured she would pull herself from the tranquillity of the moment.

"Mornin' doll." a gruff and raspy voice cooed from behind the blonde, resulting in her rolling onto the other side to come face to face with a stubbly Bucky Barnes.

"Morning," she purred as his fingers returned to her arm, "I should go get Hunter up."

"It's Saturday. let the kid sleep." Bucky replied, inching himself forward. Their noses were millimetres away, and Lily could barely catch her breath.

A grin placed itself on the man’s lips. Leaning forward, the brunette caught the young mom’s lips in his own. Their lips moulded into one another as though they had been perfectly sculpted for the other. His large hands found their way down to her waist and he gently gripped at it, resulting in a breathy noise escaping Lily's lips before he quickly swallowed it with his lips once again. His hands were rough, yet his touch was gentle. The callouses and years of wear and tear against the milky smooth skin of Lily's waist were that of heaven. But she came to as his hands wandered down near the stretch marks she was left with from those years ago while pregnant with the young boy just down the hall.

"Wait," Lily whispered, hands dropping from the man’s hair down onto his hand, averting it from the marks that she still had yet to find comfort in.

Bucky gave her a knowing smile. His warm eyes pouring into hers as he sat up, moving the comforter and sheet from both of their bodies. She watched intently as his hands fiddled with the hems of the white shirt she wore. The blonde sucked in a breath but didn't halt his movements. The tall man gave her an affirming peck on the cheek before lifting the bottom of the pyjama top a smidge. Just above the bottom of her torso. Lily immediately averted her forest green eyes, not wanting to see the pale peach marks along her body. But Bucky's flesh hand gently caressed her chin, beckoning her to turn her head to watch again.

"Lily you are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen," he cooed, leaning his head down to press a gentle peck against a mark on her hip, "and these only make you more beautiful," he continued, further littering gentle kisses along her stomach, "you created one of the most amazing kids I've met. These are marks to show that strength you had."

"That's one way of putting it," Lily whispered, reaching her hand forward and running it through the dark tresses atop Bucky's head.

"You're gorgeous." Bucky hummed, kissing up her navel before attacking her face with the same gentle kisses he had just pressed to the marks that made Lily wish to never put on a bikini, resulting in a sweet and harmonious giggle to sing from Lily's throat as she thrashed her head around playfully.

When their lips finally met again, the two sunk into one another's touch. Lily hadn't felt so...seen in a long time. The way he kissed her was something she only experienced in her wildest dreams. But having it happen, having his hand, flesh and vibranium, on her and making her feel special...no dream could capture that. The kiss heated up subtly, both gripping the other as though they were each other’s last lifeline. Only to once again, be interrupted by a knock at the door. This time though, the person on the other side didn't both to wait.

"Oh!" the sound of her mother’s voice echoed through the room, causing Joey to pop his head up at the end of the bed, "Well I suppose that's my fault. I should have waited."

Bucky chuckled at the woman's words before ducking his head down into the crook of Lily's neck, giving a shake of his head. Lily groaned and leaned her head back, gently shoving the bulk of a man off of her, sitting up and turning her attention back to the woman who stood in her doorway. Her mother was dressed in a pair of beige cargo pants, a navy blue button-up shirt, and a fishnet cardigan. A signature Alicia Osborne look. And it always managed to work so well with her? Honestly, Lily aspired to be like her mother.

"What can I do for you mum?" Lily smiled, tucking a golden strand behind her ear.

"Well, your dad and I want to go see Gen and Rose! So why don't you two finish up and then we can head down to Gen's cafe, yes? Lovely. Also isn’t morning sex just the best? See you in half an hour!" the blonde cooed, sending a wink towards Bucky before shutting the bedroom door once again.

"Your mom's quite the character."

"Oh, you haven't even seen half of it yet."

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A series of chuckles radiated through the group as Lily, Bucky, Hunter, and her parents arrived at the slightly hectic cafe that her best friend owned. Hunter had made a joke that caused Abel to laugh so hard he had stumbled, resulting in him bumping into the back of his wife. Overall, it was a light-hearted mood within the family of Lily Osborne. Though there was a looming presence that each person avoided. And that was the topic of Cedar. The currently incarcerated youngest Osborne child. For a crime, he did indeed commit, but the motive? Still unknown.

When seated, Abel was the first to speak. But not what Lily was hoping to hear.

"Hunt why don't you go see auntie Rose and aunt Gen in the back?" the man hummed, sending his only grandchild off from the booth, leaving the three Osbornes and a Barnes seated. All of them knowing what came next, "So...we did come down for a reason. To talk about, well, Cedar."

Lily tensed up at the sound of her younger brother’s name. The only images playing in her mind were that of the boy’s face when she was brought in to try and question him. A deeply troubled and forlorn look that had made Lily uneasy. As though there was something much bigger at play here, instead of simply that her brother had tried to break into her ex-husband’s apartment. If she could turn back time, she would. And pry the answers out of Cedar if it killed her. She needed to know why the boy was at the apartment, and what he wanted from Scott.

"Now, James. We know you were initially the one to reprehend our son. Which we totally get, he was committing a crime. And you're, well, you," Alicia continued, "But we came down to New York to help question Cedar. And we just want to know everything that happened."

Lily's face began to heat up. Her breathing quickening as she tugged at the dark blue cardigan she wore. Everything around her grew larger as she felt herself shrink. Just thinking of the night that everything happened made the blonde want to hide away from people forever. But it wouldn't go away if she avoided it. The pain that was caused that night wouldn't mysteriously disappear just because Lily chose to ignore it. Despite her constant efforts to do so. And she knew that the time would come where she did in fact have to talk about the night. But what Lily was worried about, subconsciously, was why her parents had kept Bucky here for the conversation. And why on earth they kept referring to him as his first name, despite him being evident on preferring the nickname that everyone used...and Lily wanted to test the waters.

"Buck, why don't you go see Hunter in the back?" Lily hummed, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, the cool metal feeling pushing through the thin cotton of his shirt.

"No." Abel stepped in, "No, we need Sergeant Barnes to stay."

Both parties, Lily and Bucky, looked at the brunette man across the table with confusion in their eyes. Lily slightly understood the use of James, but not fully. Seeing as it was his first name. However, hearing the words that laid printed on Bucky's dog tags tucked underneath his shirt caused her to straighten her spine slightly. Lily's hand reached under the table to rest gently on the man beside her knee, running smooth circles along it with her thumb.

"...Okay," Lily stated, nodding along hesitantly with her father, "Why?"

"Well he was witness to what happened," Alicia hummed, smiling as a waitress brought out the group each a coffee, "We also trust his memory a tad more than yours, flower. He is a super-soldier after all!"

Lily cocked an eyebrow at her mother’s words. The tones of her parents seemed to fluctuate, and it would have gone unnoticed by those who hadn't been raised by the pair. It only ever happened when both seemed to be on edge or nervous about something. Though Lily tried to convince herself it was merely because their youngest child and only son had been arrested for attempted breaking and entering. But Alicia and Abel Osborne weren't known for their nerves, especially when it came to Cedar. But once again, Lily convinced herself it was most likely just because of that. Hell, if she was in their position with Hunter? She may have already gone mad.

"Did you see anyone else there, that night?" Abel picked up, sipping his coffee, "Any unusual faces? Not just police?"

Both Bucky and Lily shook their heads, but it was the former who spoke, "Not that I saw. But we were at the front of the building. And I'm sure the police did a sweep of the perimeter to ensure there weren’t any other people. So to sum it up, it was just Cedar."

The two nodded along. But there was a new sense of unease settling over the table. It set Lily's nerves on edge. The way her parents fidgeted and shifted. She'd never seen them act so...uncomfortable before. The night before, they were making slight sex jokes with their daughter and Bucky, not a single care in the world. But now? Talking about whether or not there was another person involved in the event seemed to be their least favourite topic of conversation, despite being the ones who had initiated it. The only time that they acted this strange was when Scott had asked their permission to marry Lily, and they said no. But he went along with it anyway...and well, everyone knows how that ended up.

"And Cedar, was he acting weird? Confused, dazed?" Alicia asked, tracing her finger over the hole in her mug, "fidgety?"

Bucky nodded, "Yeah he seemed confused. I didn't get a good look at his face but he kept looking around and panting. He seemed paranoid about something. We've dealt with a few people who have maybe been on substances doing this sort of stuff. Typically on a larger scale though...y'know. trying to take over the world and all of that super fun stuff I call work."

Lily's eyes sat trained on her father. The two always had a close relationship. They were two peas in a pod. Though Alicia tended to be more outspoken, Abel sat back and observed most of the time. But now he was the first to strike up a conversation. Something Lily wasn't used to. What she also didn't like was how he avoided her gaze. He'd sneak a glance every few minutes but immediately turn away when he saw how Lily analyzed him. The shifting in his seat, the paranoid glances. Similar to what had been described for Cedar. A new sense of fear almost. Lily felt an uneasy ball rest in the pit of her stomach, and she tapped on Bucky's arm.

"Can I talk to you outside?" she whispered. When he nodded in agreement, the two excused themselves and pushed open the doors of the cafe out into the chill New York air, "Buck I don't like this. They're acting weird. Something is going on here."

Bucky gave her a gentle smile, before placing his hands on her shoulders, "Doll they're just a bit freaked out because of what's going on. I mean imagine if it were you with Hunter."

"I know! I know I would have lost it by now but I know my parents," Lily insisted, shaking her head, "There's something going on with Cedar and with them. There's something not right about all of this. First of all, Cedar cried whenever I killed a spider. Second of all, he would never want to cause any sort of pain for Hunter, he loves him so much. And third of all, my parents are acting very differently. I've seen them under considerable stress, and my father never speaks first. Bucky I need you to trust me. Something is happening."

He must have picked up on the shake in her voice. For when she finished, he tugged the smaller woman close to his chest, pressing his lips to the crown of her head. Her breathing was rigid and he cooed to her softly. He agreed he'd trust her, and that he'd keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. Kissing her forehead once more, the man lead her back into the cafe. When they returned to their seats, Lily watched carefully as Bucky leaned forward. The gears were turning in his head and Lily could see it. He was formulating something. And then he spoke.

"Cedar was arrested a month ago and questioned. Why are you here now? A month late."

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cottagecorewhore420 · 4 years

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Zukka Fluff <3

Protective!Sokka, Fluffy Zukka

Just a short drabble of these two lovelies being emotional on main; also, Sokka finds out how Zuko got his scar.

I hope you like it! Please lmk what you think, I’d love to hear!! <3

They were laying out under the stars, Zuko’s head cushioned by Sokka’s chest, laying contendlt as Sokka carded his hands through the elder’s hair.

“It’s hot,” Sokka complained. Not because he was truly bothered, but he wanted to break their (albeit comfortable) silence.

“Do you want me to move, because I can-“

“No!” Sokka held tighter to Zuko, wrapping both arms around him to prevent him from leaving. Zuko laughed, reorienting himself in a new position, accepting the aplogetic ‘please-don’t-leave’ kiss from Sokka with a grin.

“I was just observing, is all.”

“oh.” There was a beat, before Zuko continued. “Well...You’re hot.”

Sokka looked down at Zuko, who was grinning cheekily up at him from his new position of laying with his head on Sokka’s lap.

“Just observing, is all.” The fire lord said flirtatiously, before turning and looking out to the ocean.

Sokka chuckled quietly, so happy that they had made it to the point in their lives that Zuko was happy and felt safe enough to joke and flirt like he did. It wasn’t suave, by any means, but the attempts at seduction were so Zuko that it was all the better.

Zuko was idly tracing patterns on Sokka’s calves, when he noticed a scar, about three inches long, shining white in the moonlight. It was obviously old, and long-healed, but he hadn’t ever seen it before.

Admittedly, though, they had only been dating for a few months, during which time Zuko had been trying to make reparations to the rest of the world on behalf of his nation and family.

He wanted to know what it was, wanted to know everything there was to know about Sokka, but additionaly, he knew how hurtful it was to always be asked about a scar; how it reduced you to nothing but some messy looking skin tissue.

Sokka had noticed the traced patterns starting to zero in on the old wound though, and unbothered, decided to tell Zuko.

“It’s from a fishing accident when I was a kid.”

Zuko jolted slihghtly, worried that he had somehow made it too obvious he was interested, but Sokka pressed on, obviously still content and not upset at all.

“Me and Katara were going with our dad and Bato to the ice-holes, to go fishing. Me and Katara had one hole, and then Bato and dad had one each. Me and katara were, predictably, arguing back and forth, and we started pushing each other and arguing- we hadn’t caught any fish, and we both were convinced it was the other’s fault. Anyways, I decided I was gonna make my own fishing hole, to prove that it was her fault we weren’t catching any fish. So, I stomped about ten feet south of her, and then realized I needed something to make the hole. So, being the stupid little kid I was, I yelled at Katara to throw me the bone-dagger we use to skin the fish. And, being the stupid little kid Katara was, she threw it. It, uh-,” Sokka sheepishly cleared his throat, before continuing. “It detached from the holder mid-air, and went right through my leg. It slashed my calf really bad, but that’s all that’s left, at this point.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Nah, it’s all healed up now. Besides, I’ve heard scars are sexy. They apparently help pick up cute guys.”

Zuko sat up, quirking his non-scarred brow at Sokka, who laughed and just grabbed Zuko, moving him towards him until they were hugging, stomach to stomach, Zuko in Sokka’s lap.

“I’m just kidding- I really only wanna pick up one guy.”

“Hmmph.” Zuko looked away playfully, ignoring Sokka’s attempts to kiss him. “Is this mystery guy a cute guy?”

“Oh, the cutest.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah. He’s got this really hot teen angst, brooding vibe, but once you get to know him he’s a total softie. It’s really quite endearing.”

Zuko’s cheek colored, blush matching his other cheek’s red.

“Well… seems like a lucky guy if he’s managed to catch you.”

“Oh, I’m definitely the lucky one.”

“Yeah?”

Sokka was in Zuko’s face suddenly, breathing in the same air, hot puffs of breath hit Zuko’s lips. Blue eyes met gold, both blown wide with lust.

Leaning forward, centimeters away from his lips, Sokka whispered “yeah.” Before leaning forward, capturing Zuko in a heated kiss, grabbing Zuko’s thighs and moving him higher up on his lap, stabilizing him.

The movement and flippant showing of strength from his insanely hot water-tribe beefcake of a boyfriend made Zuko moan brokenly into the kiss, which just allowed Sokka access to lick into Zuko’s now-opened mouth.

They laid there, panting, Zuko completely atop Sokka, his non-scarred ear pressed against Sokka’s chest, listening to the beat of his heart, allowing it to comfort him.

Despite laying fairly-openly on the beach, he hadn’t felt this safe and protected in a long time than when he was here, right in this moment, basking in the afterglow with Sokka.

“I have a scar from a family member too.”

“Yeah, baby?” Sokka’s tone was light; he didn't want to pressure Zuko into sharing his scar’s story.

Even when Katara had pressured him when they began dating, he had remained firm that if Zuko never wanted to discuss it, it was his own prerogative, and that was fine, too.

“Yeah… I was thirteen, and my uncle had talked the war-room guards into letting me sit in on my first strategy meaning. So, we went in, and this general was talking about how he was going to move an entire division of troops into a suicide-mission, purely as a distraction.”

The night around them was quite, still except for their voices, as if Yue was watching to make sure nothing interrupted them from this obviously-important moment.

Sokka was sickened at the horrifically brutish militia tactics the fire nation used to employ- to willingly sacrifice hundreds of lives, just for a slight strategical advantage? Disgusting.

“I… I didn’t agree, didn’t think that was right. I spoke up, even though Uncle had warned me not to. But I went on and said how reprehensible that was, how those were real people, with families and lives, and a loyalty to our nation. I was quickly rebuked, and in a show of anger, I agreed to an Agni Kai.“

“Oh my god- at 13?!”

“Yes. And I was stupid enough to take the offer.”

“Oh my god- baby, I’m so sorry.” Sokka curled an arm protectively over his boyfriend’s form. Sokka ached for 13-year-old Zuko, scared and desperate to please his father, to please his nation.

“When I got to the arena, and prepared for the Agni Kai, it was revealed to me that I wasn’t going to be fighting the general. Because I had spoken out of turn in the fire lord’s war room, my slight was against the fire lord, not the general.”

“No-“ Sokka gasped, heart clenching at what he suspected was going to come next.

“My father was there, and said he would be who I battled in the Agni Kai for my honor. I- I had no idea it was him I would be fighting. I dropped to my knees, in front of the whole stadium, crying, pleading. I refused to fight my own father, and I told him as his humble and loving son, I refused to do so. I was so sorry, I was so scared.”

Zuko at this point had sat up, staring out at the ocean, legs crossed in a meditative-esque pose, hands on their respective knees. His voice was small, almost drowned out by the gently cresting waves.

To hear him, Sokka had moved so he was sitting directly behind him, purposefully not touching his boyfriend despite a visceral want to do so. He knew this was a hard thing for Zuko to discuss, and he also knew physical touch was something his boyfriend struggled with.

“My father… he told me I had brought dishonor to myself, and in punishment held his hand over my eye, and shot a burst of flame into my face. He banished me that night, and Uncle went with me… he said I would only be allowed back, to restore my honor if I brought him the avatar.”

Sokka jumped up, and started aggressively pacing back and forth, parallel to Zuko.

As if pulled from a dream, the thousan yard stare Zuko had adopted broke, looking shocked at the tensed body of his boyfriend.

“Sokka?”

When he didn’t get a response, Zuko worriedly stood up and approached his stony faced boyfriend, shocked to find tears rolling down his dark cheeks.

“Where is he?”

“Wha-“

“Where is Ozai?!”

Zuko was shocked at the aggressive tone of Sokka’s voice. He had never heard him this… feral sounding. And, pushing past the thought that is was insanely (I mean, really, insanely hot), he was worried.

“Why do you need to know where my father-?”

“Don’t call him that, Zuko! That disgusting animal doesn’t deserve any relation to you.” Sokka looked like a mongoose-viper, coiled and ready to strike. His growled words and obvious anger were very confusing to Zuko, who just watched warily. He didn’t think Sokka would hurt him, but he was confused at the anger literally emanating from Sokka in waves.

“Why are you mad?”

“Why am I- Because I am trying to stop myself from building a ship, sailing to mainland, and hunting through every prison cell in the fire nation until I find your deadbeat father.”

“What- why?!”

“Tui and La, Zuko, because that vile excuse for a human had the audacity to lay his hands on you, his own fucking son with such a sick fucking intent- I just. That shit isn’t okay. If this were back home, I would have his fucking head, for doing that. To a- to a kid, Zuko!”

Sokka was crying now, tears illuminated under Yue’s averted gaze.

“Baby, I’m okay.”

“But it’s not okay. I am- I’m so sorry Zuko. The hand that you were dealt was so fucking unfair. I am so sorry, I wish I could protect you from that fucking monster. I just- I want to rip his head off. How dare he-“ Zuko brought his distraught boyfriend into his arms, who slumped down into the smaller framed man.

Sokka’s tears were steadily flowing, soaking Zuko’s bare chest.

“It’s okay, Sokka. I’m sorry I said anything, I-“

“No, please- I’m- God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be the one being comforted right now.” He pulled away from Zuko, scrubbing his face with his hand. His form, now fully matured, towerd over Zuko. (Holy shit that’s hot Zuko thought staring at his jutting muscles in the moonlight, before admonishing himself that now was not the time to be horny on the beach.)

“It’s just- the mere thought of someone laying a hand on you, baby, especially with such an evil purpose, it makes my blood boil. I love you so much, Zuko, and I know you probably aren’t ready to say that, which is fine, but I love you so fucking much and all I want is to protect you, and heal you, and save you from-mmhph!”

Sokka was silenced by Zuko’s fervent kiss, hungrily moving his lips against his boyfriends.

When they both needed air, the pulled apart regretfully, panting in sync.

“I love you too.”

They fell back into the sand, and back into each others arms, languidly kissing, feeling blessed to be with the other, in their small, personal realm of love and safety.

“Iroh.”

“Hello, Sokka. What an unexpected surprise!” The reitred war general regarded his nephew’s boyfriend warmly, if not slightly appraisingly as he stood outside Iroh’s quarters in the palace.

“Is it?”

“Ah, well, perhaps not entirely. My nephew mentioned he has told you the story behind his scar.”

“He did.”

“When he came to me, he seemed very shocked to find your reaction so… visceral. I had to explain to him that anyone who loves him truly and deeply will react much the same. He still has trouble realizing his worth, how his treatment as a child was so flawed. He’s still accepting that the world’s treatment of him wasn’t right, and wasn’t deserved.”

“I… I haven’t felt that kind of anger in a long, long time. Maybe ever.”

“Hmm. That is just the price of love, Sokka.” he mused. Turning his wizened eyes to the younger man, “Now, I’m sure you’ve come to see me for more than a hello, yes?”

“Do you know where Ozai is being kept?”

Iroh regarded the man, studying him, not letting the shock show on his face.

Far from the young child-soldier with traditional face paint on who he first saw many years ago; Sokka had grown so much.

In place of that lanky, pubescent boy, stood now a full-fledged southern water tribe warrior, who had the traditional tattoos, battle scars, and hard-earned wisdom to prove his standing in the world. He had fought for all he had, and he protected what he saw as his.

With a deep sigh, Iroh moved aside from the doorway. “Hmm... this may be a bit longer than I thought. Do come in, Sokka… won’t you play me in a riveting game of Pai Sho?”

#my writing #my ff #atla #A:tla #zukka #sokka #zuko #avatar #gee golly i love these bois

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mythrilhusk · 3 years

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Despite Everything - Chapter 3

NOT RPF Featured Relationship (Only SFW): Puffy/Niki

(Ao3 Link) Words: 1,759 Last Chapter CW: violence, coercion

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Niki arrives home to her apartment after a harrowing day of working in a field where all her male coworkers talk over her constantly, barely notice her when she offers ideas, and then promptly take credit for said ideas. Sometimes she hates men as a whole concept.

She collapses onto her favorite beanbag and flicks on a show. Puffy sings in the shower, oblivious to Niki's arrival. Smiling, Niki hums along and relaxes to the tune.

Puffy emerges from the bathroom dripping wet and covered in a towel. She waves to Niki and retreats to the bedroom to change into her comfy jeans and the hoodie she stole from Niki. "I ordered takeout, there should be some left on the table!"

"Thanks, babe, you're amazing." Niki laughs and gets up, going to the kitchen.

Puffy's scroll lays innocuously on the table, open and blinking with seventy new messages. Niki avoids looking at it, not wanting to invade her girlfriend's privacy, and picks up a plate of pizza. "Puffy, you're pretty popular today!"

"Oh? Can you read them real quick and tell me what they say?"

Niki blushes. "Sure." She picks up the scroll awkwardly and taps through the apps to get to the messages. "Uh, it's all your superhero shit, Puffy, I don't know what any of this means."

"Really? I told them to call the other one if they need me... oh, it's dead again, dammit." Puffy storms to the kitchen with lightning in her smile. "Thanks, Niki, I'll take it." She skims through the pile of increasingly desperate calls for help. "Ugh, I'm sorry, babe, I have to go. Sam got in trouble with the law again. Eret's good, but he's no lawyer."

"Don't you have a legal representative?"

"Niki, I've told you, we're not backed by anybody. We're on our own. The officials see us as vigilantes, and yeah, that's kinda what we are."

The fact finally sinks in. "Ohhh!" Niki laughs with relief. "So your battles aren't staged?"

"No, babe. Real battles." Puffy grabs a slice of pizza. "I gotta go bail Sam out again, sorry."

"Let me come with." Niki decides. "I won't help you fight, but I'm a paralegal. I can help you with the officials."

"Really?" Puffy stares at her with stars in her eyes. "You'd do that for us?"

"For you, yes." Niki says firmly.

"Thank you, you will not regret this." Puffy stuffs the pizza in her mouth and grabs Niki's free hand.

Down at the city's holding facilities, Niki strides straight to the front desk. "I'm here to legally represent Awesamdude." She slams down her identification. "And this is Sam's employer, Puffy."

The bastard in a suit behind the desk gives Niki a bored, dismissive glance. "No visitors allowed." He drones. His nametag marks him as Sapnap.

"Sam has a right to legal counsel. I am here to provide that." Niki snaps. "Let us see him."

"What are you two, his sisters?" Sapnap laughs. "Run along. You'll see him again in five years or so."

Niki smiles sweetly at the guard, hiding her anger. Sam hasn't been convicted of anything yet, but the officials can legally postpone the trial and keep him captive for up to five years. "You wouldn't want to piss off the Nemesis corporate heads, would you?"

"Nemesis?? Haven't heard of'em." He shrugs. "You got anything to back that up?"

"Puffy?" Niki gestures her girlfriend forward with the bribe. "Sir Sapnap, we'd like to see our employee and make sure he hasn't been harmed. We at Nemesis take utmost pride in our marketing team."

"Oh?" Sapnap leans forward as Puffy transfers several thousand bullion credits to his account. "Ohh. That's an admirable missions statement, ladies. I'll see what we can do."

"We are going to visit Sam, now."

"Yep, he's back there." Sapnap waves them along. "I'll send the code to unlock his cell, but I'll need a bit more, uh, compensation for the paperwork to release him."

"Of course. We will take care of that in a few days. He could use a bit of discipline for allowing himself to be caught in the first place." Niki shushes Puffy's shocked little protest. "Good day, Sapnap."

Leading Puffy back towards the holding cells, Niki waits to speak again until she's out of ear-shot. "I'm sorry, Puffy, but we had to make it seem as though he's just an errant employee."

"It's fine, I was just startled. You're so cold in your business mode." Puffy laughs lightly.

Niki blushes. "I have to be, or nobody will take me seriously."

Puffy bumps her shoulder. "I take you seriously."

"You do. Thanks, babe." Niki bumps Puffy back.

Puffy gasps and rushes to one of the cells. "Sam!!" She cries. "What the hell did they do to you??"

The man in the cell smiles weakly, his lips and cheeks bruised, his clothes torn and muddy with blood and grime. "Hey, Puffy." He coughs. "I got in trouble."

"I see that, but how??"

"I shouldn't have gone after them alone." Sam groans and struggles to sit up. "I thought I could take them, but they were too strong, Puffy, they were too strong for me."

"Who??" Puffy snarls, vengeful fire blazing in her eyes.

"Pax Triumvirs."

"Damn Angels." Puffy growls. "How dare they?? I oughta whoop their asses!"

"It's fair, Puffy, I attacked them first." Sam laughs haltingly.

"They didn't have to beat you up so badly!!" Puffy cries. "Now we have to hire a healer!"

"I'm right here, Puffy." Niki crosses her arms.

"You said you didn't want to get involved. Let me respect that, babe."

"I am already involved. I just invented an entire corporation for you." Shrugging, Niki opens the cell. "Let me do this."

"Darn, does this mean I have to actually pay my team now?" Puffy laughs.

"Probably, yes." Niki kneels by Sam and places her hands over his chest. "This will hurt a lot."

She activates her magic and pours the healing fire out into his body. Sam gasps, gritting his teeth to hold back a yell. His head lolls back as he faints, but his wounds are all healed.

Niki rises and leaves the cell. Puffy stares at Sam's prone body, tears welling in her eyes. "Is he okay?"

"He'll be fine when he wakes up." Niki responds. "Let him sleep for now. Healing takes a lot of energy."

"Are you good?" Puffy turns to Niki. "You aren't going to collapse too, are you?"

"No, I'm good." Niki smiles reassuringly. "Just thirsty."

"Can I buy you a drink?" She says it like she's trying to flirt, but she's too worried to commit to a teasing tone.

"Sure." Niki takes Puffy's hand and leads her out of the facility, waving to Sapnap on the way out.

In a small indie bar, Niki and Puffy sit together in a corner booth. Puffy sighs over her bloody vodka. "Sam should know better than to mess with Angels."

"Is he a Spirit too?"

"Spirit of Dark, yeah. His boyfriend disappeared a year ago, and he's been recklessly hunting for him ever since. I don't know what I can do to keep him safe." Puffy takes a gulp of her drink.

"Who else do you work with?"

"Hmm. There's Jack, Spirit of Light. Oh yeah, he told you already. You just met Sam. Then there's Eret, who's Ice, and Foolish, who's Life." Puffy grins and shrugs. "And then there's me, the hot one."

"What are Angels?"

"They're like Patrons. You know how Patrons are aligned with a type of creature or being, yeah? Angels are aligned with a concept or ideal, and they're each chosen by a god, which gives them extra power. The one downside is they're always in their fae forms."

Niki stares at Puffy, slightly confused by some of the words coming from her girlfriend's mouth. "Gods aren't real." She finally manages to giggle.

"Niki, where the hell do you think our magic comes from?? Thin air??" Puffy cries. "Gods are probably the realest thing about this crazy world we're living in."

"Okay, okay. But what's a fae form?" Niki raises her hands with a placating smile.

"All us magic folk can transform to use more of our power." Puffy explains. "It usually takes a lot of focus and willpower to stay in your fae form for very long, so nobody ever does it for staged battles, but most of us Spirits can shift easily on command."

"Why would staying in your fae form be a downside, then?"

Puffy laughs. "Most Angels' forms are absolutely terrifying, Niki, unless they're under a glamour. None of us can take one Angel alone, much less three like Sam tried to do!"

"Huh. How'd they become Angels?"

"Generally? They break." Puffy spins her cup in her hand, then gulps it down. "They break, they die, a god chooses them, and voila, new Angel. Then they owe the god their life, so they're bound to serve. Probably some Angels pledge voluntarily, but most are broken and pieced back together. Like kintsugi."

"Oh. That does not sound pleasant."

"I mean, that's life, y'know." Puffy takes another fatalistic swig. "Us Spirits, we've at least got a choice to fight or not."

++++

Sapnap looks up as someone enters the holding facility past visitation hours. "Hey, you're not supposed- agh-" He chokes as an unseen power slams him against the wall.

"Where is Awesamdude?" The Lucid Spider's mandibles click and chirrup as the low, mockingly gentle voice permeates the air with menace.

"In- in cell eight!" Sapnap gasps. "Sir, please!"

"You never came for me."

"I couldn't, I couldn't find you, I'm sorry!" Sapnap pleads. The Lucid Spider drops him. He rubs his throat, gulping. "My pledge never expired, Dream. I live to serve you."

"Where are the others?"

"We lost- we lost Quackity. Bad turned against us. But George and Karl are still loyal to you, sir."

Dream shifts down to a humanoid form, his holographic vectors of neon green containing the death-white Wurm inside. His camo-shields activate to hide the painful neon behind drab black armor. "Take me to Sam."

"Yes, sir." Sapnap hastily goes back to the cells, trembling with confusion and terror of his lord's sudden return to life.

Sam glares at Dream and Sapnap as they approach. "You." He growls.

"Me." Dream laughs. "Hello, Sam. I'm going to give you one last chance, old friend. Are you going to be smart like Sapnap here, or should I kill you last after I rip your precious team to shreds?"

Sam drops his head meekly. "I'm yours to command, my lord."

Next Chapter

#violence cw #threats cw #captain puffy #niki nihachu #awesamdude #sapnap #dreamwastaken #magical warrior au #magical girl au #dream smp au #dream smp #rainbow arson

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chicago-reeed · 4 years

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Detroit Evolution

These are some notes that I took while I watched DE for the first time. It’s a lot. Like, six pages, a lot. I decided I should probably spare everyone’s dashboards and put it under a cut.

Warning: overuse of the fuck word because I am a dramatic little shit who gets overwhelmed easily

- Alright here we go. I don’t know if I’m mentally prepared to go through this hhhhh

- THE CINEMATOGRAPHY I NUT

- fuck he smellin the flowers good

- “hey tin can :P” “good morning gavin :P”

- I’m actually fucking crying IVE HAD TO PAUSE SO MANY TIMES JUST TO BREATHE AND IM ONLY AT 1:25

- FUCK ITS 1:27 AND HES FIXING HIS COLLAR HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WATCH THIS WHEN MY VISION IS BLURRY WITH TEARS

- “I don’t need to breathe” BAZINGA

- *slaps my face repeatedly* keep it together bitch

- “I like the way you look<3” aaaaaaaaannd here I go again

- HAHAHA HE WAS DAYDREAMING SAME NINES SAME

- oh god oh god witty banter WITTY BANTER I CANT FUNCTION

- C H R I S IM SCREAMING

- detective motha fuckin chris I don’t need to see any more I got what I came for

- Honestly all they need to do to calm down the protestors is get nines out there so he can say “please stop you’re being very mean >:/“ and they would probably just go home ngl

- “I’ve never been intimidated by people who hate androids” OH MY GOD NINES WITH THE BAZINGA’S TODAY WHAT A LEGEND

- can I just say the white jacket is such a power move I can’t believe nines invented fashion

- Gavin bein soft and reaching back for Nines in the crowd🥺homygod

- Gavin “no one calls him plastic but ME” Reed

- The only time I will support police brutality™️

- Gavin is so OP we stan

- Nines “you raise a fist, then I get PISSED😡” RK900

- “y’all have a nice day” Protect Detective Chris Miller at all costs

- Nines sees Gavin’s scars as charming PUT ME TO DEATH

- ADA OH LORD SHES STUNNING IM SOBBING

- Okay I need to pause and breathe again the cinematography got me chokin

- Uh ooohhh someone is jeeaaalouus😛

- Nines really said “no worry fam I’ll airdrop the case files to u”

- Ada: *exists*

- me: I hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me

- HA GAV DEFINITELY JEALOUS RIP

- And nines back at it again with the sass I AM LIVING

- Chris and Gavin’s reactions to Nines imitating Ada is the best thing I’ve seen all year

- “I can do your voice too” HIS FACE IMDBDHDJKDJD CRYIGGGSBSN

- oh ;-; shit Michael really finna make me cri

- God damn the intro credits are so beautiful

- TINAAAAAAA BABYYYYY

- Real coffee hours with the sharktreuse mug🦈

- “our boy” SHIT IM CRYING AGAIN

- Tina knows Gavin was absolutely feral before Nines appeared at the DPD

- Half An Asshole squad please stand up we ride at dawn

- Gavin with the knockoff timbs WE STAN😎

- maybe “thank god, I hate you, you love me, move your feet, oop” will be our always

- I’m living for the whole “criminal minds” vibe goin on here

- Bruh Gavin got the hook-ups fr fr

- ❤️WITTY BANTER WITTY BANTER WITTY BANTER W❤️

- The level of reed900 is staggering

- I’ve had to pause and breathe so many times it’s pathetic I’m not even 15 mins in

- GAVIN SAID mwah<3🖕IM FUCKING DIED

- 850% godt damn Nines got that IOS 50 update

- NINES PUT CHRIS’ PROMOTION PARTY IN THE CALENDAR WHAT A GOOD DAD

- maybe “our calendar” will be our always

- Chris “wingman of the year” Miller

- Who’s that Pokémon??? It’s JEALOUS GAV

- The way Nines said “I don’t feel anything for her.” I see you bud

- insecure Gavin needing reassurance™️

- Im fucking dying I fucking died bro BRO WE ALL KNOW WHO YOURE TALKING ABOUT, NINES, WE ALL KNOW

- Asexual Nines FTW👊😤👏👏👏❤️He gives zero fucks of ANY kind

- AN ANGEL HAS APPEARED WITH A GLOWY BLUE SCARF

- BREAKING NEWS: affection-starved Gavin™️ is literally begging for love

- GAVIN REED STOP BEING MEAN TO GAVIN REED OR ELSE

- “But there’s much more to admire about you than to detest, I think.”<333

- JJ not being suspicious at all nope no way Jose

- Lazzo has said two words and I love him already

- I don’t think I’ve seen this episode of COPS before🤔🤔🤔

- We all know Nines secretly wants to wear those fun glasses

- “Officer I swear I’ve never seen that arm in my life, it’s my friend’s he just asked me to hold it for him, Android arm what android arm heh”

- “Like robot arms, not gun arms.” You’re doing great sweetie🥰

- HAND TOUCH HAND TOUCH HAND TOUCH H

- Chris “the interrogator” Miller😎

- THE CINEMATOGRAPHY

- soft n sleepy gav™️ is soft n sleepy

- FUCKING SLEEVELESS SWEATSHIRT IVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT GAV IN A SLEEVELESS SWEATSHIRT FOR SO LONG AND NOW IT’S REAL IM

- You can wear my😋😘sweeaatshiiiirt😝😁🤗 (I’m sorry I had to)

- inconspicuous loving glances™️

- #GiveAndroidsFuckinHealthcare2K20

- AAAHHHHHHHH I CANTT BREAF

- HEAD>ON>SHOULDER

- INCONSPICUOUS LOVING GLANCES™️

- Gavin has not slept in 80 years

- He really said “I’m fine” BITCH

- Bed time for brats™️ no later than 8:30pm

- hell yeah sleepover time

- “stop lookin at my insides n shit” I want that on a t shirt

- ANDROID DREAMS

- Nines is so soft I might die

- But he’s somehow equally suave as fuck how is this fair

- Oh my god dream!gavin is like Nines’ conscious this is so presh

- “What do you think Gavin was gonna say?” nsndJSKDOFIWKDBDNDNSJDBBDJDJDJDNDJXJNDIFUIFIEKWN HES STILL THINKING ABOUT THEIR CONVO

- dream!gavin you sly dog

- “To have this. Out there.” DONT FUCK WITH MY HEART LIKE THAT THIS INNER-MONOLOGUE FLUFF IS SO SWEET

- Nines being insecure™️

- Listen to dream!gavin, Nines, he has big brain

- The fact that Nines subconsciously KNOWS that irl!Gav “just wants someone that doesn’t hate him” but he’s STILL like alas, I can never be what gavin needs :’(

- nu babie don’t be sad🥺

- oh my god they’re both train wrecks protect them at all cost

- c r i p e s❤️the reed900 hurt/comfort we all needed

- FUCK

- Concerned boyfriends™️

- Maybe “I’m fine” will be our always

- GAV🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔💔💔💔

- Insecure boyfriends™️

- Nines “I’m not going to get any closer to Gavin because I can’t help him but also I want to cuddle with him because he had a nightmare” RK900

- did someone say c a t

- dumb babie gav jus spoon the dumb android so you both feel better

- Me: *rubs evil hands together* aha here comes the angst

- cue tragic backstory

- oh

- tragic backstory indeed

- YES DAD!FOWLER WE LOVE

- Gavin is so desperate for anyone to care about him I’m crying tears

- SHIT IT’S CUDDLE TIME™️ NOW IM REALLY FUCKING CRYING

- Alexa this is so god damn sad play despacito

- YES

- HAND>HOLDING

- HEAD>ON>SHOULDER

- NINES’ SKIN RETRACTING WHERE THEIR HANDS ARE TOUCHING THIS IS LIKE EVERY REED900 STAN’S DREAM COME TRUE

- Oh shit it’s about to get domestic I don’t think I’m mentally prepared

- YOU CAN WEAR MY😝💪SWEEAATSHIIIIIIRT🤪🔥🔥🔥 (I’m never letting the sleeveless sweatshirt thing go)

- Uh oh NO FUCK I’ve read enough fan fiction to know that this is where Gavin’s fucking trust issues kick in and he decides pushing nines away is safer than getting closer to him SHIT

- AND NINES GETS CONFUSED AND HURT

- AND THEN GAVIN GETS HURT

- I feel angst in this Chili’s tonight

- “I need you to leave” aaaaaaahhhhhhhh here come a whole different kind of tears

- frick dude that ouches

- Insert sad babie noises

- Oml the tension☠️poor Chris and Ada are like😑😑

- Chris could solve this case all by himself change my mind

- Gavin and Nines = (ò///-///ó)

- Chris = :D~oblivious~

- HELL YEAH PARTY TIME

- BEST WIVES TINA AND VALERIE AHHHH

- reed900 who??? I don’t know her. I only know ❤️valerina❤️

- I can’t believe Gavin and Nines invented angst

- I went and got blue gatorade just so I could pretend I was drinking thirium like Nines

- #DetectiveChen2K20

- real sad gavin hours

- Ruh roh Gavin bouta die from the ‘rona virus because rat man smokes hella

- CINEMATOGRAPHY CHEEEEECK HOLY SHIT

- my entire aesthetic in a single shot jfc

- Aaaaahhhh Nines trying to be a supportive bf just makes me ;-; [takes damage]

- HES ACCEPTED GAVIN AS MORE THAN A PARTNER🥺that, my friends, is what we call character development

- We stan the otp aggressively talking about their feelings

- “I’m not going anywhere.” FUCK™️

- SMOKE>FACE

- Aaaaand they’re back at square one. It’s cool it’s fine it’s all good we can work with this.

- Gavin: I don’t need you ò-ó

- Gavin: *immediately after Nines leaves* fuck ó-ò

- “It’s fine”™️

- I love Ada so much hhhhhh she said 🤨

- “Basic Instinct” TINA WITH THE HEAT OMG

- *nervous laugh* haha Ada sis maybe chill a little bit ha ha

- oh no I have a not good feeling

- ADA CHILL ADA CHILL

- WHY IS HE FOLLOWING HER INTO AN ALLEY AFTER THAT SKETCHY TALK

- AAA FUCK FUCK FUCJDJEMNSNDJDNXU FUCK I FUCKING KNEW IT FUCK SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK

- 😖x1000000

- Oh my god this is so fucking sad Alexa play The Sound of Silence

- Nines got fucked up and Gavin is CONCERNED

- aayyyyy bro Nines full on nakey

- Tina and Gavin sad bro huggin👊😔

- ADA HOW DARE YOU. HOW VERY DARE YOU.

- Uh oh Nines is fckn PISSED

- he MAD mad

- Tina speakin straight facts I love her

- WOOP GAVIN FINALLY ADMITTING HE NEEDS NINES

- f u c k right in the heart

- I don’t want to attempt writing any notes at this moment because my thoughts are completely incoherent I am a MESS

- “I need you to come back, Nines.” DONT PLAY W ME LIKE THAT

- HAND HOLDING FTW

- Did Gavin really almost bring Nines back through the power of love I am SHAKING

- Dream!Gavin speaking truth as ALWAYS

- These damn flashbacks making me feel some type of way

- OH SHIT HE AWAKE

- that actually low key jump scared me

- God damn these sets are so fucking pro, I’m so happy

- REUNION

- Tina really say “Chris ;) ;) lets go get some ;) coffee ;) ;) ;) ;)”

- CHRIS’ REALIZATION FACE FUCKING LAID ME OUT I HAD TO PAUSE I WAS LAUGJINB SO HARD

- You Undead Asshole™️

- Gavin: ( ⚆ _ ⚆ ) fuck he actually heard me talk about my feelings n shit

- Nines: You literally told me you fucking needed me like five minutes ago

- Gavin: huh weird that doesn’t sound like me I actually hate you

- ooOOHHH S H I T

- REALLY IS THIS REALLY HAPPENIGN

- woah shit sorry I blacked out for a second what happened

- MY POOR LITTLE FUCKING REED900 HEART IS EXPLODING AND IMPLODING AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME

- CAAAAAAAAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE TONIIIGGHTT

- holy shit I actually gave myself a bloody fucking nose because I smacked my face too hard in excitement

- ❤️💘🧡💞💕💘💓💚💛💘💞💓💛💛💞💘❤️💚💘💜💕💖❤️❤️💕💓💗💘💖💚💝❤️

- FUCK

- “What dipshit programmed you to do that?” 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️FUCK

- My aunt came in and told me she heard me shouting then asked why I was crying

- HAHA FUCKING CHRIS IS MEEEE

- shit I need to like..,,,,physically recover from that

- whew okay break time is over let’s fucking go

- Nines in the cheeky turtleneck I SEE U

- #DETECTIVECHEN2K20

- Gavin: I’m ready to take this hoe DOWN

- Initiate protocol: SAVE ADA FROM HERSELF

- I could listen to Tina talk to dispatch for hours🥰❤️❤️❤️

- WHITE TRENCH COAT WHITE TRENCH COAT WHITE TRENCH COAT WHITE T

- Gavin being hella concerned boyfriend™️

- FIGHT SCENE™️

- omfg that crowbar really went *CLANG* when it hit Ada’s steel fkn abs what a legend💪😎

- Hell yeah epic Nines gif moment

- no Ada don’t choke Gavin it only makes him stronger

- CHRIS THE MOTHER FUCKIN GOAT😎👏👏👏he really said “fuck ur monologue I’m here to get shit done”

- ADA QUEEN YOURE OKAY SWEETIE

- That character development godt damn

- I might be reaching but Gavin is now wearing a white/off-white shirt/gray that kINDA RESEMBLES DREAM!GAVIN’S SHIRT. Coincidence? I THINK NOT. THATS SYMBOLISM IF I EVER DID SEE IT.

- “buyer’s remorse, huh?”

- “I can’t be everything you need.”

- That awkward moment when you realize the person you were hiding your feelings from has also been hiding their feelings from you.

- “a year of that fuckin’...Ken Doll face smirkin’ at me every day” BE CUTER GAVIN, I DARE YOU.

- naked hand = love

- CHEEKY BASTARDS

- FUCK FUCK FUCK ME

- THAT WAS SO DAMN BEAUTIFUL

- So my review of this film could be summed up by saying that I basically cried for an hour and fifteen minutes.

- Holy damn

#fun game: watch the film and try to guess what each of these crazy ramblings is referring to #im still reeling from all of that #I think I need to watch it again #yes that sounds like a plan #this is kind of like a review #if it were written by an emotional crackhead who got zero sleep last night #also #happy easter babes #if u celebrate it of course #what did we do to deserve this film #jfc there are still tears in my eyes #I need to watch it again asap #Detroit evolution #octopunk media #reed900

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pandapupremade · 3 years

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Out of Time

THANK YOU @7h3hy8r1d FOR SENDING THIS IN i made it MUCH MUCH longer than I should’ve and i didnt proofread but...here it is.

WORDS: 1,936

CONTENT WARNINGS: Mentions of death, injury, blood, choking, basically its a lot of action fighting scenes and angst and me trying to fit something self indulgent into a canon scene.

SHIP: Jeice x Tomae (self insert)

The Grand Elder had died, and with the Dragon Balls turned to stone behind them because of his demise, the scene was dire. Freeza's long, alien tail thumped and swayed in furious irritation as he greeted the Z fighters from above, standing on a tall rock formation. His expression was a cold and empty smile.

"Now look what you've done," He spoke softly, but with an air of danger, "You've destroyed my dream of immortality..." His eyes trailed over Krillin, Gohan and Vegeta, and the little Namekian known as Dende. All but Vegeta would flinch at this. Still, he paused.

"Mmh, and I see there's no trace of the Ginyu Force...Did you destroy them? My goodness, you are industrious little tykes, aren't you...? And now even the Dragon Balls are useless..." The corners of his mouth twitched downward. "My one great desire is lost to me..."

Hopping down from the rock, he was now level with the four individuals. His smile was still there for a moment longer as he said, "Never, ever before has anyone made such a fool of Freeza..." And then, a scowl replaced his blankly polite stare. "Curse you all..."

As the land began trembling under his powerful rage, he shouted now. "You despicable maggots! I'll torture you to death, inch by bloody inch...!!" In response Gohan and Krillin leapt back in separate directions, staring with pure terror. Vegeta seemed nervous, but nowhere to the same extent...

Was it over for them?

........

A bit away, a saiyan stared at the sky from within Freezas broken spaceship. Said spaceship had been damaged from Vegeta's earlier rampage, but still functioned as a temporary base. More importantly, the sky had gone dark for a few minutes...

But as this planet had three suns...

"What was that?" The saiyan asked, glancing back at his companion, an injured red alien with puffy white hair. "An...an eclipse, maybe?"

"I doubt it, mate..." The ex-Ginyu Force fighter replied weakly, clutching his wounded side. "Nghh...!"

Tomae gasped and rushed to be knelt beside him now. "Jeice! A...Are you okay?!"

"She'll be right...I've dealt with worse, yeah?" He gave a soft smirk. But it vanished within seconds, and he winced. "But...We oughta get out of here, Tomae..."

"...Jeice, y-you know, why don't we get you into a -"

"All the healing pods are wrecked, thanks to Vegeta..." Jeice shook his head, "There's one - an older model - but those bloomin' Earthlings put one of their own in there. Goku, I think his name was..."

"W-well, then I need to find you bandages..." Tomae's voice cracked, and he paused as Jeice's gloved hand touched his face.

"...Like I said, it'll be fine." The fighter's voice was softer now.

Tomae's eyes watered, and he pressed the hand against his cheek. Gloves or not, the touch was gentle. "....If you say so..."

It hadn't been easy to rescue Jeice this far. Vegeta had only let Tomae rescue the alien because of a debt that needed repaying from long ago...If it hadn't been for that, then Jeice would've....He wouldn't be here right now.

Some silence passed, and Tomae's eyes eventually fluttered open again. "Jeice..."

"Hm?"

"I....I want to help them."

Jeice stared. "Help who? Hold it, you don't mean...."

"...I do."

Tomae began to stand, but Jeice grabbed onto him. "T-Tomae, you..."

"I know your orders were to destroy the Earthlings, Jeice, but...I think they're onto something. I don't think we should be listening to Lord Freeza."

Jeice stared, his expression becoming slowly more horrified. "T-Tomae, what're you going on about? We've served Lord Freeza for years, I...You can't turn on him!"

"...Vegeta did."

"Yeah, fat load of good it did the crazy bloke. He's probably dead now, you know?!"

"...I don't think so. I think Freeza would be back by now if he'd killed them already..." Tomae shook his head, and pulled free of Jeice's grip. "I came here to rescue you, but if I can do a bit more, then I-"

"Then you'll throw away the first thing you came here for? C-C'mon, Tomae, stop talkin' like this...We gotta escape while we can..."

"....Yes, you do." Tomae didn't look at him. "I want you to use your pod to get out of here."

"....W-what?"

"Please. Go to whatever planet you want, but just...Get out of here."

"Tomae..."

A moment of nothing but tension would come now. Tomae trembled slightly, his fingers clenched into fists. His tail was wrapped firmly around his waist, and even that looked like it was twitching in anxiety. Jeice stared, eyes wide, at the Saiyan he cared so much about...

"....Fine."

Tomae jolted. He looked over his shoulder at his boyfriend, who was beginning to stand up. "What? A-ah, be careful..."

"We're partners, right?" Jeice extended his hand. "You may be doin' somethin' stupid, but I won't leave you behind."

Tomae hesitated....Then began to cry again. Rather than take the hand extended, he threw himself into Jeice's arms. The red alien almost fell over, but managed to muster enough strength not to.

........

Freeza's final form, a sleek white-and-purple design, had come to fruition by this point, and his tail was wrapped around Vegeta's throat. Piccolo had joined the battle, Krillin and Gohan had almost been killed multiple times...And the life of Dende had been lost.

"By the way," hummed Freeza sadistically, looking to the three he wasn't currently crushing. "You can help him whenever you feel like it..."

And then a flash of light was seen as a blast was fired at the tyrant. Freeza simply sidestepped it, but seemed surprised by it. "My, my, has someone else come to join the party? But where...?" His eyes scanned the scene, then landed on a patch of sky.

"...Ah, another monkey."

Tomae landed on the ground nearby. "...Well you've been busy, Lord Freeza..."

"Indeed. I grow weary of this whole rebellious primate thing, though..." He shook his head. "You're not even a warrior, and you still intend to fight me..."

"T...To...." Vegeta choked out, though Freeza's tail's grip tighrened and silenced him once more.

"Who...?" Piccolo seemed to be asking Gohan and Krillin for explanation. "Is that another Saiyan?"

"Y-yeah...." Gohan gulped, "He...He showed up earlier, but..."

"G-gah!!" Krillin suddenly exclaimed, "It's that...That one guy..."

Indeed, Jeice hovered above, slowly coming to stand by Tomae. Freeza stared blankly for a bit, then pursed his lips.

"Now this...This is the surprise of the century. A soldier handpicked by my father to serve me has joined the revolution as well?" He gave a light, but sick chuckle. "...I suppose you really can't trust anyone but yourself these days, hm?"

"It's over, Lord Freeza..." Jeice spoke, "Not even your men are willing to follow you..."

"Yes, well...You speak with such confidence, but you're starting this off clutching your side..." Freeza sighed, "How annoying. Who else is going to show up and be a bothersome pest? My brother Cooler, perhaps? Father himself?"

"Shut up." Tomae's eyes narrowed. "I'm not serving you anymore."

"I gathered as much. Still, such a fiesty attitude..." Freeza lifted his hand, not even putting Vegeta down. "However...I need only a finger to defeat you two."

"W...WATCH OUT!" cried Gohan suddenly, voice cracking, but the light at Freeza's fingertips was already forming.

Tomae knew going into this he'd die. He knew he'd never be able to actually help, but it felt wrong to run. But he knew he would die, and knew there was no hope to even avoid this shot...Jeice knew all this as well.

So he took matters into his own hands.

Pushing Tomae out of the way with barely enough time to dodge himself, Jeice leapt up to the sky. Tomae gasped, hitting the ground with a thud, and looked up at where the wounded warrior was now flying. "J-Jeice...!"

Jeice grinned. Moving his hand from his side, he lifted it into the air instead. "Oi! You're messin' with a member of the Ginyu Force, mate!"

Freeza looked ever so slightly stunned, but it quickly faded to frustration. Throwing Vegeta's limp and barely conscious body to the size, he turned to look up as well. "Ex-Ginyu...But I see you still have some spunk...I'll have to rip it out of you, along with the rest of your hopes and dreams!"

Jeice's hand began to glow. A large ball of energy was forming. "CRUUUUSSHEEEERRRRRRRRRR........................." He yelled, "BAAAAAAALL!!!" And with that, he threw it at Freeza.

Piccolo grabbed Gohan and Krillin and ducked out of the way as it headed towards the platform. As it neared him, the space tyrant gazed blankly and...smacked it to the side with a flick of the wrist.

It flew far, blowing up a nearby island instead.

Tomae didn't waste a moment, though. He managed, somehow, to appear next to Freeza, and swung his leg. The tyrant grabbed the Saiyan's ankle and tossed him to the ground. "Honestly, how many of you are going to die before you realize you don't have a prayer?" Freeza growled.

And he kicked Tomae, whose wind was immediately knocked out of him. "T-Tomae!" came Jeice's voice.

"You know, Jeice..." Freeza murmured, "I never understood your appeal towards this rotten ape...I tolerated him for you, but...Really, what good has he ever been?"

"St-stop...." Teary, Tomae tried to get up, but Freeza's clawed feet slammed into his chest and kept him still.

"What good has ANY of these monkeys been, in fact?" Freeza's eyes narrowed, "They've been nothing but disgusting beasts..."

Jeice trembled above. "L-Lord Freeza...! St-stop...Stop, you're hurting him!"

"You see now? Nothing ever comes of making me angry...Nothing ever comes of playing the hero. Why don't you come down and help take care of the smaller pests, Jeice? Perhaps I'll kill you less painfully, if you choose to use your final moments to help me."

Jeice stared. Jeice's fists clenched, but his wound had lost a lot of blood and he was scared. Goddamn, was he scared...Tears began to form in his eyes, and he lowered himself from the sky slowly. "I said to stop, you bloody bastard..."

"What a shame...You were always spoken so highly of by Captain Ginyu..."

Captain Ginyu. Jeice's hands fell to his sides. Guldo. Recoome...Even Burter had given his life to serve Freeza. Burter, his best friend, was probably rolling in whatever grave he had, at Jeice's mutinous actions...

....Burter, who'd died before Jeice's very eyes.

Was he going to let Tomae suffer the same fate as his best friend? Tomae, his own boyfriend.

No.

Without another thought, Jeice attacked. He had no form, he had no patience, so he was bound to lose even with this. But he refused to give up. He punched and punched at Freeza's ugly mug like there was no tomorrow.

He fought valiantly, and while he didn't land a hit, he distracted Freeza long enough for Tomae to get a break. For Tomae to catch a breather.

For Tomae to stand.

"H-hey, you shouldn't push yourself..." began Gohan, who rushed over to show sympathy for the Saiyan, but Tomae ignored him, and used a jump to propel off of the Namekian grass. "A-ah...W-wait!"

"Let him go, Gohan...." Piccolo said quietly, grabbing the boy's arm and looking up at the fight. "...They're doing this for reasons that have nothing to do with us. If that involves throwing their lives away, then we can't stop them."

"Still, it's...It's insane...." Krillin muttered, "But....we're out of time, and out of options."

They really could only hope for Goku to arrive at this point, but if these ex-Freeza soldiers wanted to do their part to give them some extra life...Guess they could only let that happen.

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keanureevesisbae · 4 years

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“One cappuccino and chocolate brownie, please” - Chapter 9

Summary: Darcie Angel is thirty years old and owner of the famous cafe “The Coffee Cup” in New York City. She is known for her sweet smile and her amazing customer service. For six months now, John Wick has visited her cafe every day, earning himself a table that is always reserved for him. Darcie can’t stop thinking about him and when he asks her out one day, her dreams are finally coming true. But will it last?

John Wick x OFC Darcie

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: None

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After the Eric-came-into-my-cafe-and-John-was-a-bad-ass-boyfriend-debacle, John and I went on tons of dates, walks with Tiki and I hate the times we’re apart. John is enchanting and the efforts he makes just for me… I hardly believe he is real and I certainly don’t think I deserve this. We went to multiple Broadway shows and somehow he got tickets for us and the seats were amazing.

During the shows he would held onto my hand the entire night. When I was talking off his ear back in his car, about how beautiful the costumes were and the voice of the actresses, he just smiled and pressed kisses on my knuckles. He’d walk me to my apartment, kissed me goodnight and left.

Though we’ve been dating for about a month now, I still have issues with him staying the night and he doesn’t seem to be in a rush either.

‘Who would’ve known that Darcie Angel in love would be disgustingly cute.’

I place the cappuccino on the tray, before I look up at Raye. ‘I can’t help it,’ I say. ‘He is so romantic. Did I tell you—’

‘Yes, you told me,’ she interrupts me.

‘You didn’t even let me finish,’ I say. I grab some macarons and chocolates, placing them on a tiny plate with roses on it.

‘Well, I don’t need to hear those romantic stories. It makes me jealous and sick at the same time. I already thought he was perfect, but hearing all those stories… God, I wished he liked me, instead of you.’

I stick out my tongue to her. ‘Well, he’s mine.’ With the tray in my hands I walk to his table. He still visits the cafe every day and since the Eric incident, he gets more comfortable. When he’s at the register, he leans over to give me a sweet peck on my lips and every single time my heart flutters.

‘Here you go,’ I say, placing the tray in front of him.

John looks up and I can almost see hearts in his eyes. ‘Thank you, darling.’ He takes ahold of my hand and pulls me closer to him. ‘So, you really can’t join me?’

I pout, before shaking my head. ‘Sorry, Jennie needs some help in the kitchen. But, please, when you go, say it to me. I want to say goodbye to you. If I’m still in the kitchen, just walk in, okay?’

‘Okay,’ he confirms, although I see he finds it a bit difficult to just waltz into the kitchen like that. Tiki licks his face, as if she can sense his uneasiness.

I give him a kiss, causing him to smile, before I walk back into the kitchen. Jennie looks up when she sees me. She kneads the dough and says: ‘Get that stupid grin of your face, Darcie.’

‘I can’t help it,’ I say in a whiney tone. ‘He is so sweet and I still can’t believe he is my boyfriend.’

Jennie laughs. ‘The only thing that stayed the same, is that you’re moving just as slow as before. How you haven’t humped the guy yet, is beyond me.’

‘God, Jen, you’re thirty. Who says humped anymore? Besides, we decided together we should take it slow.’ I wash my hands thoroughly and dry them off.

‘You get freaked out when you make-out?’ Jennie asks.

She knows me way too well. I sigh deeply. ‘A little,’ I mumble. It was about two days ago when he came by my apartment, just so he could hang out with me for a while. We were kissing and I was straddling his hips, but I freaked out so much when his hands went from my hips to my ass, that I just stepped off his lap and asked if he wanted a drink. He didn’t ask about it, but I felt that he was confused.

‘Well,’ Jennie starts, ‘Eric really fucked you up.’

‘Jen!’

‘What? It’s true. Right after you broke up with him, you told me and Raye that you never orgasmed during sex. That idiot was all about his own pleasure. I have no idea what John will be like in bed, but with the way he is treating you, I bet he is caring, loving and probably solely focussing on your pleasure. As one should.’

‘I really can’t talk to you about this during work hours,’ I say.

‘You can’t talk to me about anything remotely sexual at any give time,’ Jennie retorts.

I start frosting the cake, just so that I won’t have to answer her and continue doing so with four different cakes. John stands in the door, Tiki in his arms. ‘Sorry to interrupt,’ he says. ‘I have to go.’

‘Oh, I’ll walk you out,’ I say.

‘Don’t tongue wrestle for too long,’ Jennie says. ‘You are the manager and needed in this cafe.’

‘Shut your face,’ I say to her, glaring dangerously at here. ‘Tiki, go to your spot.’

She licks John’s face and trots to her spot when he puts her down on the floor, where she curls up.

I grab John by his hand and we walk out of the cafe together, greeted by the warm August sun.

‘Darcie,’ he says in a serious tone, causing me to instantly worry. ‘No, it’s not that bad,’ he quickly adds with a chuckle. ‘I just wanted to tell you, that next week, I might not be here everyday.’

‘Oh,’ I say.

‘I just have some work stuff to do. Don’t know for how long, but I might miss some days.’

‘Okay.’

‘Don’t pout,’ he says, holding my face between his large hands. ‘I’ll FaceTime you after you’re done with work, so I at least get to see your pretty face before I go to sleep. Besides, it’s not until next week. I’m here tomorrow.’

‘I’ll still miss you though.’

‘I’ll miss you too, darling.’

I snake my arms around his waist and he wraps strong arms around my upper body, pulling me close to his body. ‘Is it dangerous?’ I ask.

‘Is what dangerous?’

I lean back, so I can look in his dark eyes. ‘The work stuff, is it dangerous?’

‘Not really.’

‘That isn’t comforting, John.’

‘It’s just routine.’

‘Can you tell me one day about it?’ I ask. ‘Will it not be classified one day?’

‘Maybe,’ he whispers. ‘But don’t you worry about this.’

I sigh deeply. It’s easy for him to tell me not to worry, but how can I not? I still don’t know what he does for a living, but he keeps saying that he really can’t tell me about it. ‘Just be safe, with whatever you’re going to do.’

John sighs. ‘I will, darling, I promise you. And don’t think about it too much. It’s not until next week.’ He gives me a long kiss on my lips and whispers: ‘I’ll call you tonight, okay?’

⟢⟡⟣

It’s nine in the evening and I’m about to go home. I had a lot of administration work to do, so after my walk with Tiki, I stayed a little later than anticipated. Since I’m such a slow reader, it took way longer than I wanted.

The door opens and I say, without looking over my shoulder: ‘Read the sign, we’re closed.’ When I turn around, I gasp. ‘Dear Lord, John, are you okay?’ I rush towards him. He has tiny cuts on his face and he clutches his lower back. He wraps an arm around my shoulders and leans his tall frame on me. ‘What happened to you?’

‘Just ran into some people.’

I pull back a chair and help him to carefully sit on it. ‘Do you want me to call the cops?’

‘No, no, no,’ he quickly says. ‘No police.’

‘John,’ I sigh.

‘No, darling, no.’ He holds my hand. ‘I’m okay.’

‘You don’t look o— Oh my God, you have a bloody nose. Wait here, I’ll be back in a second.’ I waltz to the kitchen and turn on the tap, waiting for the water to be a bit warmer, before I grab a clean towel and some paper towels.

‘Blow your nose,’ I tell John when I get back, handing him the paper towels. ‘Don’t just stare at me, blow your nose.’

‘I’m okay,’ he says in a hushed tone, ‘no need to worry.’

‘I do worry,’ I say, a bit louder than I expected. I grab his wrist, so I can shove the paper towels in his hand. ‘You don’t just ran into people and look like that. Your jeans are ripped, your jacket looks like you’ve been dragged across the curb.’

Tiki looks around the counter, not so sure what to think of this situation. She whines, almost like she’s afraid of John. Or me, since I’m barely angry.

‘I’m fi—’

‘Don’t you dare tell me that you’re fine, John,’ I interrupt him. ‘Explain it to me. Tell me what happened.’

He leans back in the chair and pinches his nose bridge, with some paper towels between his fingers and nose. ‘Just some guys pissing me off.’

I want to explode, but somehow I manage to pull myself together. I push back his hair and clean his cuts and scrub the blood off his skin.

‘Don’t cry, Darcie,’ John whispers, placing his hand on my hip, pulling me closer so I stand between his legs.

‘I’m not crying,’ I say, but my voice crack and tears suggest otherwise. ‘Just worried, that’s all. You want me to call someone for you?’

‘No, I want to be with you.’

‘You knew these people who did this to you?’ I ask him.

‘Yeah,’ he says.

‘Should I worry?’

‘About who? Me?’ John asks.

I shake my head. ‘About me.’

His eyes widen. ‘No, Darcie, no,’ he says, ‘you don’t have to worry about them. Nothing will happen to you. I won’t let that happen.’

I run my fingers through his long raven locks. ‘How dangerous is that job of yours?’ I ask. ‘And be honest. I deserve to know.’

John clears his throat and props the paper towel. ‘Sometimes it’s pretty dangerous,’ he says in a soft tone, like he doesn’t want me to hear it. ‘But I’m promoting soon, so we don’t need to worry about it every again.’

‘Will you ever tell me about it?’

‘I don’t know. Like I told you, it’s classified information.’

‘You once told be your job was pretty boring. Boring and dangerous don’t match.’

‘There is no variation, no different customers every single day. I can do my job on auto pilot. But, while it’ll be a little dangerous for a bit for me, you and I will not have to worry about that in just a matter of time, okay?’

I nod. ‘Okay. How is your back?’

‘My back is just a bit sore,’ he admits and I appreciate the honesty. ‘I’ll just drive you home and then go to Mill Neck.’

‘Why?’ I ask. ‘You can stay at my place, if you want of course. Don’t mean to push. It’s just that I would hate you going home by yourself. I just want to make sure you’re okay.’

‘I would love that.’ He carefully smiles at me. ‘You’re still mad at me?’

‘I was never mad at you. Just annoyed, but not mad.’ I sigh. ‘Okay, maybe a bit angry, but… You got me worried there. Let me just throw this in the trash and we can go, okay?’

‘Okay.’

After I threw it all in the bin, I click on Tiki’s leash, who is still a bit hesitant. ‘Don’t be scared, baby,’ I say, flicking off the lights. ‘It’s your dad.’

Since dating him, I managed to get over the nickname that Raye used way too often and it’s funny to think that I now use it on such a frequent base.

She sniffs his shoe and stands on her hind legs. He chuckles and lifts her up. ‘Hi Tiki, cutie pie, I missed you so much.’

‘You saw her this morning.’

‘I just really like her,’ John chuckles.

We close off, lock the doors and walk for awhile. ‘My car is there,’ he says. He grabs his keys and wants to open the passengers door for me, but I stop him. ‘What’s wrong, darling?’

‘I can drive,’ I say. ‘You are obviously in pain and I could arrange a parking spot underneath my building.’

‘You have a parking spot there?’

I nod. ‘Just not a car. Please, John, I’ll be careful.’

‘Can you drive manual transmission?’ he asks.

‘Yes, I can. My dad wanted me to be able to do that. Comes in handy now, doesn’t it.’

John chuckles and says: ‘Okay, let me open the right door for you.’

The adjustments I have to make to fit in the seat are quite a lot. My chest is nearly against the steering wheel and I have to sit on my jacket, so I can actually see the road. ‘Don’t you dare laugh at me,’ I say to John, who has Tiki on his lap and is obviously holding back his laughter.

‘I wouldn’t dare.’

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Dreams

(A/N: Hehehehehe we're slowly approaching the end)

When Emma woke up, the room was empty.

Strange. I thought I heard someone talking...

Carefully extricating herself from the bed, she looked around what looked like a hospital room. How did she end up here? All she remembered was the tyrant stabbing her with something, then...

The door slammed open, and in walked Carlos. He was beaded with sweat, and dried blood dotted his skin. But when he locked eyes with her, his were filled with relief.

"Emma!" He threw his arms around her, pressing her face into his neck. "You're okay; oh, thank God."

"Carlos?" she asked. "What's going on?"

"You... you were sick. Really sick. But that's over now!" He tilted her head with a finger, and gave her a soft smile. "It's all over. The city's safe. We can go home now." Warm lips pressed against her temple. "We can go home."

Home. She let out a soft sigh, breathing in his familiar scent. She wanted to believe there was a future for them. Lord, she wanted to.

She gripped his arms a little tighter, savoring his comforting warmth.

But then he started coughing. He doubled over, blood leaking onto the floor, and let out the most godawful wheezes.

"Carlos!" She tried to touch him, to see what was wrong with her former lover, only for him to suddenly push her away. A guttural snarl ripped out of his throat, and it sent the hairs on the back of her neck on edge.

Infected. He was infected.

With shaking hands, Emma grabbed her gun and aimed it at his head. She knew she had to do it. There was no way she would ever allow him to feel such pain.

...But she hesitated.

"Shoot me, Emma!" he hissed. The smell of blood was so strong now. "It's the only way!"

Tears streaked down her cheeks. Her sweet, caring boyfriend was no more.

...But he was still the same.

She lowered her gun.

And he pounced.

"Carlos!"

Her eyes flew open. Her hands reached for the man she would never see again.

Wait a minute... Where was she? All she remembered was the tyrant stabbing her with something, then...

She carefully looked around before noticing her equipment carefully laid out on the countertop. No doubt Jill's handiwork.

As she began to reequip herself, the TV above her continued to crackle.

"Attention, all citizens. The missile strike on Raccoon City will occur in just hours. The payload is designed to eradicate all biological material. You will not survive if you remain in the city. Evacuate now. Repeat: evacuate now."

She rubbed her head. How long had she been out?

Opening the door, she saw the tall man rapidly typing away at the computer.

He noticed her, and gave her a quick nod and smile. "Morning, sunshine."

She waved. "Tyrell, right? You saved me."

He laughed. "I sure as shit didn't. That was all Carlos. He and Jill brought you here and he treated you himself, crazy bastard."

Nodding, she looked at their surroundings. It was definitely a hospital, and one in severe condition. "They're not here?"

He shook his head. "They both went underground. Apparently, Bard stockpiled the vaccine somewhere- enough to give the city some hope."

Emma let out a small whistle. "Well. Looks like I'll have to go after them."

"Wait, hold up! You see the broadcast? They're gonna blow the city sky high! I'm trying to get a hold of someone- anyone- with the clearance to stop it!" Tyrell gave her a knowing look. "Leave this mess to them- they're professionals."

She nodded. "Yes. But if this place is anything like the city, they're gonna need all the help they can get."

He sighed, before letting out a small, resigned chuckle. "Well, guess I ain't talkin' you out of this. The storage facility is underground, beneath the hospital. I've lost contact with Carlos, so expect trouble."

"Got it." Before she could walk away, she turned back to the mercenary. "Tyrell? Thank you."

"For what? I didn't do shit."

"Still. You showed up to help. That's more than what others have done." She gave him a small, yet genuine smile. "Thanks."

He huffed, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's my job."

She turned away, but his voice called out again.

"Hey, Emma? I know it might not be my place to say, but... I was with Carlos in Columbia."

She was rooted to the spot, slowly shifting to look at him.

"...Yes?"

He looked sheepish. "Don't worry- I didn't get much details from him. But he talked about you a lot. Guy was practically crazy about you. Wouldn't stop crying every night about the breakup- it was kinda annoying." He let out a heavy breath. "Look. It's up to you if you wanna forgive him or not. But... from an outsider's perspective... he still cares about you, y'know?"

Emma's lips were frozen. She didn't quite know what to say to that.

"I don't know," he said quickly, with a convincing shrug. "Just my dumbass opinion."

"Ah." She tapped her foot on the ground, deep in thought. "It seems like I have a lot to talk with him about."

"I imagine."

She giggled. "Well, thank you for your thoughts."

"If only I could get paid for them," Tyrell rumbled with a roll of his eyes. "Now get going. You got a dumbass of an ex to save."

She let out a loud belly laugh. She could see why Carlos would want to spend time with him. "Yes. Yes, I do."

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But now it's time to work on my 90 follower dedicated smexy times!! Wish me luck and holy water!!

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nerianasims · 3 years

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Billboard #1s 1985

Under the cut.

Foreigner -- "I Want To Know What Love Is" -- February 2, 1985

One of the quintessential 80s power ballads. It's actually kind of interesting if you think about it enough. He's not in love yet, but he's gotten sick of not being in love, so he's asking someone he's in the pre-love stage with to show him. Though he's had "heartache and pain" before, and doesn't know if he can face it again. It's not consistent. I feel like it's a missed opportunity, but oh well. It's good enough for what it is.

Wham! -- "Careless Whisper" -- February 16, 1985

Oh my god I love the saxophone in this. The music throughout the song is so incredibly sexy. And this is the kind of song George Michael's voice was made for. He's totally capable of sounding both hot and in agony at the same time. I actually adore a whole lot of cheating songs -- mostly, though not exclusively, the tormented kind. Drama! Love! Sex! Angst! Gorgeous.

REO Speedwagon -- "Can't Fight This Feeling" -- March 9, 1985

<3. He keeps singing "r"s like a pirate, but he doesn't go as hard on the other consonants, so I'm good with it. Lyrically, this song sounds like it might be two songs mashed together. "What started out as friendship has grown stronger" or "my life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you." Well which is it? Except I've had that happen. I love this song.

Phil Collins -- "One More Night" -- March 30, 1985

This is a depressing heartbreak song without the saving grace of any of Phil Collins' neat drum stuff. Blah.

We Are the World -- April 13, 1985

Whoo boy. I was 8 when this came out. Obviously I loved it. All the kids loved it. Now, though... I'm sorry, but it's bad. Really bad. Many others have gone deeply into why it's bad. I feel acutely embarrassed listening to it, so I'm just running away from it as fast as possible. (Remember all those celebrities singing "Imagine" in their mansions in 2020? I blame this song for that.)

Madonna -- "Crazy For You" -- May 11, 1985

This is one of Madonna's most straightforward love songs. Maybe the most, period. This or "Cherish," and this is a better song. It's lovely. Like Olivia Newton-John, Madonna can act a song. (Unlike in most movies she's been in.) But what I'm thinking about now is learning in this article that her label wouldn't let Madonna release "Into the Groove" as a single. That song was huge. It was played on the radio all the time. If it had been released as a single, or maybe if Billboard had tracked songs then like it does today, it would have been a massive smash, definitely #1. "Into the Groove" is also the best song of her very early career. "Crazy for You" is good, but not nearly as special.

Simple Minds -- "Don't You Forget About Me" -- May 18, 1985

As I am "Gen X", I am supposed to deeply connect with The Breakfast Club. I was 8 years old when it came out. My life as a teenager was nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, like that movie. I didn't recognize any of the "types." I liked the movie when I saw it in college, mostly, but the whole sexual harassment turns into a relationship deal was not seen as cool any longer. The "jocks vs. nerds" thing also felt very dated. The school in the movie was bigger and richer than mine, but it's a fantasy.

Anyway, though I don't feel much about the movie, its breakout song was really good. It does speak to a real fear both in graduating high school and during young adult relationships. I haven't forgotten the people I knew in high school, as far as I know, but obviously they don't have the same importance to me any longer. I'm Facebook friends with a lot of them. And very much not with a couple who were the most important then, because we grew apart -- or blasted apart. One of the nicest girls I knew in high school thinks there's a war on Christmas. Another keeps trying to get me to join her MLM. One of my best friends became my first boyfriend, and I don't regret that, but it was also a semi-disaster. And others... we just have nothing to say to each other any longer.

So, Breakfast Club: I don't connect with at all. "Don't You Forget About Me": Speaks to something very real and timeless.

Wham! -- "Everything She Wants" -- May 25, 1985

What a dick. Songs in which the narrator is a colossal jerk are perfectly fine, of course, but this one gets under my skin. He's whining about his wife getting pregnant when she's dissatisfied with their life and that they're broke. As if it's something she chose to do to him. She's stuck creating a whole other person with her blood and flesh, and he thinks it's all and entirely about him. I really hate it.

Tears for Fears -- "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" -- June 8, 1985

I can't hear this song without thinking of this Baldur's Gate fan trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jdd06d2nids. Speaking of which, I am incredibly excited for Baldur's Gate 3. I've been reading the early access reviews on Steam, and anything anyone is saying that's negative is stuff I don't gaf about (except bugs), whereas the positive stuff, I care about deeply. I hope it's got some of the feeling of that trailer. Um, right, Tears for Fears.

Honestly, though, it works best as a Baldur's Gate theme song. I don't think everybody actually wants to rule the world. It sounds good though. And pretty different from other stuff around it. But I like Lorde's cover better, and not just because it fits so wonderfully with all sorts of fantasy stories.

I usually play a paladin or paladin-type the first time in fantasy RPGs, but I'm thinking bard this time.

Bryan Adams -- "Heaven" -- June 22, 1985

He's been with this woman since they were young, and while they've broken up and gone through rough patches, now they're together forever and they're "in heaven." Bryan Adams knew exactly how to write a song that would become a hit. I used to not mind it at all, but it also means nothing to me. The chorus is catchy as hell though. So catchy that I ended up waking up with it in my head and it would not leave for hours and hours, so now I resent this song.

Phil Collins -- "Sussudio" -- July 6, 1985

I refuse to believe anyone ever told Phil Collins he was too young. He was born middle-aged. Anyway, the narrator isn't supposed to be him, so it's fine, but it's still kinda funny. He's got a crush on someone who doesn't even know his name, but "she's all I need all of my life." Um. The music is repetitive, the drums aren't as interesting as Phil Collins at his best, and I don't like the lyrics. I don't hate it, but I don't like it either.

Duran Duran -- "View to a Kill" -- July 13, 1985

I'm not sure I've ever heard this song before. It's about as good a song as the Bond movie they wrote it for was as a movie. In other words, it's bad. I'm not even sure there's a melody. Just a mess. "Ordinary World" would have made a far better Bond theme, but of course that was the 90s, when Duran Duran decided to try to make sense both lyrically and musically.

Paul Young -- "Every Time You Go Away" -- July 27, 1985

I like the high keyboard notes in this. They're sort of haunting. The rest of the song is musically pretty good, too. Lyrically though, it's only passable. This woman keeps leaving him every time "the leading man" shows up, so I guess he's the backup. Why does he keep waiting for her anyway? There's no hint in the song. I'm kind of embarrassed for him.

Tears for Fears -- "Shout" -- August 3, 1985

I think "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" is a better song than this one when done by Lorde. But I think "Shout" is a better song than Tears for Fears' original iteration of "Everybody Wants to Rule the World." The chorus seems clear enough. But the verses are not. "They gave you life/ And in return you gave them hell" makes sense in isolation, but then there's a bunch of stuff that doesn't go with it. Like "I'd really love to break your heart" -- wtf? But the music is really good.

Huey Lewis and the News -- "The Power of Love" -- August 24, 1985

This was the big song for Back to the Future, and it meshed beautifully with the movie, but it doesn't need that association to be a great song. "Don't need money, don't take fame/ Don't need no credit card to ride this train/ It's strong and it's sudden, it can be cruel sometimes/ But it might just save your life." Yep. It's sort of Motown, sort of rock, and I love it. (Also: "Stronger and harder than a bad girl's dream." Heh.)

John Parr -- "St. Elmo's Fire" -- August 24, 1985

Of all the John Hughes movies I have not seen and do not plan to see, St. Elmo's Fire sure is one of them. The song is about a disabled man who inspired people by rolling himself cross-country in his wheelchair for charity, which has absolutely nothing to do with the movie. I'm disabled, and I just... okay look, what he did was admirable. But we shouldn't have to be inspirations to be counted as worthwhile, and I've been told I should die because I can't produce for capitalism, so you know. I've got some personal issues with this and I'm gonna move along.

Dire Straits -- "Money for Nothing" -- September 21, 1985

This is not Dire Straits' best song, but it's an awfully fun one. I watched the video tons when I was a kid. (That sound is Tipper Gore falling to the floor in a dead faint.) The music is great rock. And the lyrics are very true-to-life. You can either sanitize people or present them as they are honestly, and I know which I prefer.

Ready for the World -- "Oh Sheila" -- October 12, 1985

The band's from Michigan. The English accent at the beginning of the song is fake. That's a good preview for the song, which sounds like a 3rd-rate Prince knockoff at best. Blech.

a-ha -- "Take On Me" -- October 19, 1985

The video totally ripped off one of my aunts. Somehow or other, they saw into the little comic she drew for me about someone going into a land of drawings to rescue someone else in a romantic adventure, years before 1985. Anyway, this song is great musically, massively synthesizer heavy without sounding artificial. Though I can only understand maybe a third of the lyrics as he sings them. I've always understood "It's no better to be safe than sorry" though. Yep, at least when it comes to romance, which is what they're singing about here.

Whitney Houston -- "Saving All My Love for You" -- October 26, 1985

It's not better to be safe than sorry, but that doesn't mean it's good to be an absolute idiot in matters of romance either. Nor is it good to be a colossal jerk. That's what the narrator is here -- the "you" she's singing to is married. And he won't leave his wife and children, though he used to say he would. The lyrics seem to say that's she's accepted the situation, but the way Houston sings it, I think the narrator's trying to get him to leave his wife -- and children -- for her still. This makes sense, as it puts some kind of passion and sense of story into the song, which without Houston's singing would not be there. The narrator certainly never acknowledges that what she's doing is wrong in the slightest iota. This song could be done in a way that works. But it's a completely sincere ballad. So, no. I despise the narrator, I despise the man she's singing to more, and the whole thing leaves me feeling gross.

Stevie Wonder -- "Part Time Lover" -- November 2, 1985

No one's thinking anyone's gonna leave anyone in this one. It's about cheating, and the thrill of it, but then at the end, he's found out his wife's cheating on him too. "I guess that two can play the game/ Of part-time lovers." This kind of funk groove is one way you make a song like this. It makes the whole thing sexy and fun, and the lyrics also work even beyond that ending, because they acknowledge it's wrong.

Jon Hammer -- "Miami Vice Theme" -- November 9, 1985

My parents didn't watch Miami Vice. And then I never felt like watching it in re-runs when I got older. I don't recognize this song. It's an energetic instrumental, but there's so much going on, I keep trying to figure out if there's a main musical idea anywhere. Nope. Just lots and lots of synth. Headache-inducing.

Starship -- "We Built This City" -- November 16, 1985

Blech. This song sounds both unfinished and overproduced somehow. The chorus seems designed to be catchy with absolute ruthlessness by people who didn't really care, and no one involved even seems to want to bother to fake it.

Phil Collins & Marilyn Martin -- "Separate Lives" -- November 30, 1985

This is supposed to be heart-wrenchingly sad. Well, it does tank my dopamine, but that's not what a good sad song does. A good sad song makes you feel better. This one makes me need to turn on something high-energy after about 30 seconds, before I sink into bleakness. It's aggressively boring.

Mr. Mister -- "Broken Wings" -- December 7, 1985

This was one of the first songs I recorded from the radio. On my pink tape deck/radio that was a sort of a mini boom box. I've always had my own tape player since I can remember, but that was a definite upgrade from the Sesame Street one. I was 9 then, so getting more seriously into music and developing my own taste intentionally, rather than simply absorbing what was happening around me.

Anyway, the song. It's about a relationship in trouble, and he wants to stay with her. To me it sounds like she has been so seriously hurt (and not by him), that she can't trust anyone, and he's laying himself on the line for her. That has spoken to me deeply ever since I first heard the song as a child. Moving on to the music: While the lyrics are repetitive, the music is not, which is what makes the song so good. It's a beautiful song.

Lionel Richie -- "Say You, Say Me" -- December 21, 1985

I look forward to Lionel Richie no longer being on the charts. This song was on the soundtrack of some movie I've never heard of. I wish I'd never heard of the song. Totally artificial glop.

BEST OF 1985: "Don't You Forget About Me" by Simple Minds WORST OF 1985: "We Built This City" by Starship

#billboard number ones

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littledreamybeth · 5 years

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Leaving you

A/N: This is bullshit... I really should stop writing forever... But you decide so here we go... sorry for any kinds of mistakes...

Summary: Harry’s public life becomes to much for Y/N

All my life I had been the one who’s heart got broken every damn time, but never had I imagined that one day I would be the one to break someone else’s heart. Especially if that person didn’t do anything severe.

Especially if that person was Harry Styles; the kindest, loveliest and the most amazing person I’ve ever met and had been with.

When I chose to date him, but I hadn’t expected to feel miserable as I was doing now.

I’ve really thought I was capable of enduring all the hardships that our relation and Harry’s public life brought along, however, I came to conclusion that I had been terribly mistaken and had totally underestimated myself. The constant hate plus cyberbullying, the paparazzi being hot on my heels for 24/7 straight and thousands of cheating rumors circling around on tabloids about my boyfriend apparently meeting another hot super model behind my back- all of these incidents just overweighed my mental capacity and added even more fuel to the fire, namely; my fucked up insecurities. This heavy burden was more than I could ever handle or carry on my shoulders.

Unfortunately, I had to choose. It was either my mental health, which was far more important to me than anything else at the moment because I was almost at the verge of going insane, or my relationship with Harry that would keep me unhappy. It’s not that I didn’t love him; I’ve given my heart to him bits by bits, sacrificing everything that I had left only to receive his love and to hold his heart in my hands. Now, I realized how badly the consequences influenced me.

It had never occurred to me that I would suffer so severely under our relationship.

I had been always someone with major insecurities and after starting to date Harry, they didn’t get any better. I thought perhaps he could help me to defeat them so I could change into the strong young woman that I had dreamed of being. A young woman who loved herself the way she was. I was still far away from that destination.

Additionally, to my fucked up self, I started to develop paranoia thanks to damn paparazzi. There had been no moment in which I could step out of my house-somebody found where I lived unfortunately- without being bombarded with thousands of questions. I wasn’t even the famous one, so why following me around?

Also, the rumors about Harry added some trust issues and who would ever want a girlfriend who thought you would cheat on her whenever you went out with your female friends? Harry didn’t deserve such a girlfriend like me.

I tried to explain my problem, hoping he would comprehend the issue and why I had chosen to break up.

But Harry didn’t take it positively at all.

We were standing in the middle of my living room, his tall frame hovering over mine, making me feel small.

“You’re leaving me? Why?”

I articulate with the correct words so he wouldn’t be offended at the end. It wasn’t his fault anyway. “Everything is getting too much recently, Harry. I don’t think I can handle it. I’m not feeling well at all.”

“If that’s so we can get you professional help, how about that? I can arrange a meeting with the best therapist in London?” He tried to compromise. I could see panic being reflected in his green orbs. The fear of losing me.

“I don’t think it will help. Harry, it’s not that what I want.”

He looked at me confused.

“What is it then?”

I sighed, “I need a break from your public life. I know we’ve been together for a long while, but I still haven’t got used to it and I’m sorry that it took me so long to tell you. I thought could get accustomed to everything, but I didn’t. I want my private life back. I want to live in peace.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way, love. Maybe we could leave until you feel better then?”

“Mental health conditions do not change overnight, Harry.”

“What do you want me to do, then?”

“Nothing,” I said, although it was quite obvious what I intended with this conversation.

“You’re very eager to get rid of me, aren’t ya?” His voice, which once held a soft undertone whenever he would speak, sounded so poisonous and unfamiliar in a sudden, I couldn’t recognize it at all. For a moment, it felt like as if a stranger that I’ve never met or heard before was talking to me and not my loving boyfriend. When I dared to look into his eyes with the last ounce of courage I had, a shudder went through my body from head to toe because I could clearly see the anger fuming behind his usually gentle green orbs. They were emitting complete darkness, making me feel little under his piercing gaze. Not being able to withstand the eye contact any longer, my glance fell down to his hands which he had so tightly fisted into two balls, I practically saw his knuckles turning very white. He flared his nostrils. His chest heaved strongly with every intake of breath. I knew he tried to stay calm, but despite his attempts, he was going to explode soon and if that happened, oh lord, you had to run as far as you could and search for a hiding place.

Harry was unrecognizable when he was mad. Dangerous even. But he would never raise his hand against me. At least that’s what I was hoping.

“You can’t wait to leave me.”

I shook my head unbelievingly, gaping at him. Although I was freaking scared, I still tried to hold my ground. “That’s not true, Harry. You know that. Stop twisting my words so you have a reason to be angered.”

He snorted. “I have a fucking reason to be mad. You’re leaving me and act like as if it wasn’t a big deal to you. So, excuse me miss if I’m getting upset at you for making me feel unworthy to your standards.”

“Standards? What in god’s name are you talking about?! I gave you a fucking valid reason why I chose to end things with you and all you gathered from what I’ve said is this? I never claimed you were being unworthy, I just stated that I don’t think I can keep up with your life anymore. It is affecting my mental health, don’t you get it? I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, and I have no privacy, for fucks sake. There is no day in which I’m not followed around by rude people showing their cameras into my face because they need some new headlines to gossip about. The majority of your fandom hates me, and I can’t even walk on the streets without fearing of being attacked. People call me ugly, they call me fat and unfitting for you. So, for the love of god, show some understanding! Stop making everything about you!” Another wave of tears was brimming my eyes. I was so tired of crying.

I really hoped I had spoken some sense into his stubborn mind, but unfortunately my speech had achieved the exact opposite reaction than I was expecting. Instead, things started to escalate.

“About me?!”

A loud bang echoed through the entire room. My wall had a dent.

“I’ve told you before!” Harry yelled. I was sure the entire building was able to hear him by now. His outburst made me flinch and back away a few steps in fright.

“I’ve told you exactly what you’d get yourself into if you chose to be with me and do you want me to remind you of what you answered back then?! You said you could handle it! It was you who said that as long as we have each other, our love would overcome everything! You fucking promised me my life was not a bother to you, you assured me that you wouldn’t run away like the ones I’ve dated before you because there was no way that you were like them. You promised to stay!! Look at you now; you prove that you’re no different than anybody else I was with!”

He was right. He was completely in the right and I couldn’t blame him for that.

“I know…” I whispered underneath my breath.

Harry groaned and went back and forth, his fingers grasping his chocolate curls so tightly, I feared he was going to rip them off his skull. Anguish was written all across his face.

“Fuck!” he screamed. The next time I looked at him, he was on the ground.

“Love, please,” he begged on his knees, his glossy eyes staring into my soul, “I’m ready to give up anything for you if you stay. Ask me anything you want, and you’ll have it, I promise. You’re the reason why life is getting easier for me every day. You give me a little bit of normality at times where I feel so out of place, as if I didn’t belong to anywhere in this world. I’m so sick of people seeing me as the Harry Styles. I’m sick of people putting me up on a pedestal or using me. I hate hiding a part of me in fear that I might get criticized. You, however, you see the real me. You don’t judge me but embrace who I am. You accept me. Please, I need you or I will lose myself. You’re my guardian angel that I need to keep.”

He slung his arms around my legs, hugging them so tightly that I couldn’t move from my spot. His desperate cries rang through my ear drums and found their way down to my heart, cutting it into two halves. My lungs burned from the lack of air. I just noticed now that I had stopped breathing. I was incredibly conflicted. I knew leaving him would make things less complicated for me than staying.

As selfish as it sounded and no matter how much I loved him, I had to improve my mental condition and focus on myself before I invested anything into our relationship again. My well-being was what mattered the most. Call me a fucking bitch for breaking Harry’s heart but believe me when I tell you that dumping him was the hardest challenge I’ve ever been through.

“Harry…” I sighed, trying to pry off his arms from my legs, “you know I can’t. I’m wasn’t made for this public life.”

I gazed down at him. Shoulders hanging low, his head pointing to the ground and his legs crossed, he sat there in a deafening silence. The tension between us made me a dizzy a lot. I took this short moment of quietness to gather my thoughts and to plan the next steps in my head.

And then, Harry’s voice reverberated through the room.

“If I leave through that door, this is it,” he said without any emotion behind his words. His dull and tired eyes met mine. Raising his arm, he pointed at the front door. “If I leave through that door, I won’t come back, and you will never see me again. I’ll cut you out of my heart. So, choose wisely, Y/N because there are no second chances.”

I tried to swallow the big fat lump that had developed in my throat, blinking away the tears in my eyes. My voice wavered as I answered, “Maybe that’s the best for us.” I avoided looking at him in the eyes, but I knew I had destroyed the last remains of hope that was left in them.

Why did my heart feel so heavy? It was better for him if he dated someone who was in his league, wasn’t it? Someone who didn’t mind changing their private life for a public one. Someone who was stronger than me.

Harry choked out a few heavy sobs before he raised up from his spot and faced me. The image of this broken man in front of me would haunt me forever.

We shared no words, no physical affection, no ‘I love you’s, nor did we bid each other farewell. We were just staring at each other. Maybe this was the perfect final opportunity to memorize every single detail of him. To engrave how he looked like up close. To imprint the shape of his lips, the size of his nose, his dimple and the twinkle of his beautiful green irises. However, he gave me no time to do such because, before I could even blink, he was already headed to the front door.

He turned to me for the very last time. His hand searched for something in his pocket, and suddenly something landed in front of my feet with a loud thud.

My eyes widened as I caught a glimpse of the foreign object. The world around me was spinning, and it gave me the terrible urge to throw up. It couldn’t be! With trembly fingers, I picked up the dark velvet box.

“You know, when I came here, I really thought I would leave this apartment with a smile on my face, knowing that you’d become my future wife,” Harry commented, the bitter tone of his voice couldn’t be overheard. “Instead, I’m leaving with a broken heart and shattered hopes. Congratulations, you have what you wanted.”

The door fell shut and he was gone.

I was frozen like a statue, couldn’t do anything but to stare at the velvet box in my hand. My insides were churning as I opened the lid and discovered a gorgeous diamond ring hiding underneath that took my breath away. It sparkled wonderfully in the light.

I saw the effort behind it, knowing exactly that Harry had trudged from one jeweler’s shop to the next because he was a very picky person who just wanted to find the perfect ring he could propose with. I saw the disappointment attached on his face every time when he found none but also excitement when he finally did. I saw the large smile decorating his lips when he admired the ring and when he said, “That’s the one.”

Placing the ring in the middle of my palm, I could feel how it burned and pierced through my skin. I couldn’t even look at it properly, not only because my vision was completely blurred by my tears, no, also because the ring was mocking me. I had been so determined to end my relationship with the man I could’ve called mine for the rest of my life, but now I was ashamed. Guilt swarmed through my body. My heart was under fire, paining, aching, bleeding. I landed on my knees and cried and cried and cried.

I could only hope that my decision was worth crushing the unique heart that I once held in between my hands.

Harry

The small metal object felt incredibly heavy in my hand. My head couldn’t really process that I was going to do what I had planned the moment I had exited her apartment. Y/N’s and I’s breakup had left severe injuries that hurt and tore me apart. All this time I had strongly believed she was the one. I was so sure that she was different, that she would stay by my side regardless of who I was. I had told her the obstacles our relationship had to deal with, but she just waved it off, telling me she would fight against those if she had to. She had lied. I felt so betrayed.

I had trust issues, anyway, resulting from former unsuccessful relationships. So, when I had met Y/N, it took me a long while to regain my trust towards love for fear of being let down again. She broke my walls that should protect me from pain and now I had nothing to keep me safe anymore.

I shook my head.

Previously, I had emptied a box full of memories into my fireplace. Now, I was looking at them and letting the past flash before my eyes. Every happy memory that we both had created together would not be existing anymore. I took a photo in between my thumb and pointer finger. When I saw her smiling face pictured on it while I was kissing her cheek, I broke. Why was she doing this to me? Why was she hurting me so much? Have I ever meant as much to her as she did to me?

I threw the photo back into the fireplace and ignited the lighter. I hesitated for a moment. Was I really going to destroy valuable memories?

A snort escaped my lips. She threw our relationship away as if it was a piece of garbage so why did I care if I erased everything out of my life that dealt with her? I had been serious when I told her I was going to cut her out of my life.

Suddenly, the fireplace lit up and filled my living room with soothing warmth. I watched as the flames swallowed the last remains of Y/N’s and I’s relationship. Another tear slips down my cheek as I let my memories or anything that reminded me of her burn down into a pile of ashes along with my heart.

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wiccastark · 5 years

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Fighter | C9 | George Weasley

Emilia

THAT night I was woken up by Ginny shaking me awake. I had to stop myself from reaching for the dagger underneath when I noticed she had tears streaming down her face and her red eyes. This made me jump out of bed and quickly pull her into a hug. "Ginny, what's wrong?" I asked her as I felt the shoulder of my shirt became wet from her tears.

"It's...my dad," was all she said before her shoulders began to shake as she started sobbing.

I tightened my arms around her before moving my arm to wrap around her shoulders and pull her into my side. I quickly threw on my black dressing gown over my pyjamas before I slowly guided us out of my room to make sure that we didn't wake up the other girls. We made our way down the stairs to the common room where I saw McGonagall wrapped up in a dressing gown with Fred and George standing beside her. Without a word, McGonagall signalled us to follow her to Dumbledore's office where Harry and Ron were. As we entered the room, Dumbledore was pacing back and forth in front of his desk. I guided Ginny to sit down on one of the armchairs while her brothers stood behind it. Harry remained in the middle of the room with McGonagall standing behind me as Dumbledore now stood still with his back towards Harry.

"In the dream, were you standing next to the victim or looking down at the scene?" Dumbledore asked Harry which his question caused my eyebrow to frown in confusion.

What is going on? I thought to myself as I stood up from my spot kneeling down beside the chair Ginny was in.

"Neither. It was like I..." Harry started to answer before asking Dumbledore, completely confused and terrifying; "Will you please just tell me what's happening?"

Dumbledore completely ignored Harry as he walked over to the portrait of an older man and said; "Everard, Arthur's on guard duty tonight. Make sure he's found by the right people."

"Sir," Harry began but again was interrupted by Dumbledore turning to another portrait and saying: "Phineas. You must go to your portrait at Grimmauld Place. Tell them that Arthur Weasley is gravely injured... and his children will be arriving there soon by Portkey."

I placed my hand on Ginny's shoulder and I gripped it tightly as I finally realised what happened as Dumbledore quickly turned to me. "Emilia, send a message to the Protectors to see what they know about this attack," he ordered me which I quickly nodded before rushing over to his desk to grab a piece of parchment and a quill.

As I quickly wrote out the message, I heard the voice of one of the portraits speak; "They've got him, Albus. It was close, but they think he'll make it. What's more, the Dark Lord failed to acquire it."

"Oh, thank goodness. Next, we need to..." Dumbledore was interrupted by Harry suddenly yelling; "Look at me!" which caused him to suddenly look at the frightened teenager in shock.

"What's happening to me?" Harry asked the headmaster after a few moments of silence; terrified of what was going on.

"You wished to see me, Headmaster?" the voice of Snape rang out as he entered the room.

"Oh, Severus. I'm afraid we can't wait. Not even till the morning. Otherwise, we'll all be vulnerable," Dumbledore informed Snape who grabbed Harry by his wrist and dragging him out of the room.

Grabbing my stele which was shoved into the waistband of my pyjama bottoms, I quickly draw the fire message rune and suddenly the piece of parchment burst into flames. It disappeared and I turned to Dumbledore and gave him a nod, signalling to him that the message was sent.

Dumbledore brought the portkey, which was an old book, towards us and signalled us to touch it. Suddenly, we were transported to Grimmauld Place where Mrs Weasley and Dad was waiting for us. Mrs Weasley had tears streaming down her face as she pulled her children into a large hug. Dad wrapped an arm around my shoulders as we watched the Weasleys hug each other.

They were pulled apart when the sound of the front door opening and shutting and the sounds of footsteps walking towards where we were. From Dad's face turning serious signalling to myself that he didn't know who had entered the house, I pushed the Weasleys to stand behind me as I felt my bracelet came alive and slide off my wrist to form into a whip.

Dad pointed his wand out as my eyes widened in shock when a familiar blonde-haired male that had black runes marked over his pale skin entered the room we were in. "Jonathan," I gasped in shock as he stared at my whip with a 'really' face.

My whip crawled back onto my wrist as I walked over to Jonathan who pulled me into a hug. "I got your message," he informed me as we separated from our hug.

I turned back to the Weasleys and Dad to see them staring at Jonathan in confusion who gave them a charming smile. My eyes landed on George who seemed to be glaring at Jonathan which made my eyebrow raise in confusion.

"This is Jonathan Verlac. He is the head of the London Institute," I informed them, signalling to Dad to put his wand away.

Jonathan continued to give them his charming smile as I felt his hand being placed on the small of my back as we went into the living room. As I walked with Jonathan, I could feel eyes glaring at us. "So, what have you heard?" I asked him as we sat down on the couch together.

Jonathan let out a loud sigh before saying; "I went to St Mungo's. He is going to make it."

His words caused Mrs Weasley to breathe a sigh of relief while more tears streamed down her face. "For now, we don't know much besides that Voldemort failed to obtain it," Jonathan explained and while the Weasley children stared at him in confusion, Mrs Weasley, Dad and myself knew what Jonathan was referring to.

I placed my hand in his shoulder and smiled at him. "Thank you, Jonathan," I said to him with a smile before we stood up from the couch and I showed him to the door.

Once we were at the front door, he stared down at me with a serious expression. "Be careful Emilia," was all he said before placing a kiss on my cheek and exiting Grimmauld Place with me standing by the door with my brows frowned in confusion.

I remained standing by the front door for a few moments until a voice spoke, causing me to jump slightly; "Well, isn't he charming?"

I turned around to see George leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. It was unusual seeing George was a serious face as he was always smiling. I rolled my eyes at his obvious jealousy, but I still smiled. "There's no need to be jealous. He is more a brother than a boyfriend," I informed him, placing a hand on his shoulder to help pull myself closer to his face to kiss his cheek.

A cheeky grin formed on my face before I walked away. However, I didn't get very far as I felt his hand lightly grip my bicep to turn me back towards him. What happened next kind of surprised as his lips suddenly met mine. At first, I froze in shock before my hands moved to grip his shirt to pull him closer as I kissed back.

I felt his hand gripped the back of my neck with his fingers lightly gripping my hair. After all the teasing and flirting that happened between us, having this moment felt like complete bliss. I didn't know how long we were kissing for but when I remembered what had occurred tonight, I pulled away. Both of us were breathing heavily for lack of air as George rested his forehead against mine. "You've been through a lot tonight. You're not thinking straight," I explained to him as I pulled away, trying to see the reason why he would suddenly kiss me.

"But..." he began but I held my hand up, stopping him from talking.

"If you still feeling the same way tonight as you do on Christmas Day, you know what to do," was all I said before walking away.

Once I had entered my bedroom and closed the door tightly behind, I placed a hand over my mouth to contain my sobs. I placed my back on the door and slid down to the floor, pulling my knees to my chest as I began to sob into them. My heart felt like it was ripped out of my chest but I had already dug my grave. Who knows what will happen now.

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Reality ~ Pt. 5

A/N: Oh my God, I worked on this for so long but I finally finished and I really hope you guys like it. I’m sorry for not posting as much as before but I’m really focusing on school and my grades are really good, so I’m mostly behind books. Send me some feedback if you want, my inbox has been pretty lonely lately. Like draught has taken over and man my notes are dropping, wtf. Anyways. Enjoy.

PAIRING: Sirius Black x reader x Mulciber

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Other parts —> MASTERLIST Xx

How you got here was just another question you kept pondering in your head as you continued to lay in the arms of your boyfriend. One of his hands was holding your around your stomach while the other was stretched on the matress, naked and revealing his dark skull-shaped tattoo.

He is not dark. He cannot be dark. His touch can be so gentle, his eyes so kind when they fall on you...but who are you fooling, (y/n)?

*flashback*

"HE DID WHAT!? AND YOU-YOU KISSED HIM BACK!?!" he shouted on the top of his lungs, his fists clenched so tight that his nails caused his palm to bleed.

He was hurt. He was truly hurt that his girlfriend's lips were on any other but his enemy.

"I pushed away, Mulciber! I pushed away because I'm in love with you and not him! I pushed away because I realized that I don't love him!" you shouted back, tears starting to gather at the corner of your eyes without any permission to.

"He's- he's-" he struggled with words. "He's DEAD!" he screamed so loudly you felt every bone in your body shake and your heart stop for a second.

"Mulciber." you spoke softly now, avoiding his glare. " Don't do anything stupid." you stepped closer and took a hold of his fist, unclenching it and tracing your fingertips against the scars he left.

He looked down on you with a glare, gritting his teeth and trying to bottle up the anger he wanted to release. " He's going to pay! " he growled dangerously, barely in control of his emotions.

"Can you stop, Mulciber!" you snapped and he looked at you with a stunned look on his face. " Stop acting like a child! It was a meaningless kiss that just proved how much I love you! Don't listen to jealous and angry voices in the back of your head! Listen to me! If I held any feelings towards Sirius I wouldn't be here with you! I wouldn't be here having this fight and trying to solve it! I wouldn't be telling you the truth and I definitely wouldn't be trying to accept the mark you got on your forearm! I know you're not a monster! It just came out wrong!" you shouted, panting quietly and trying to catch some air as he only stared.

He stared at you with eyes that couldn't hold anger anymore. They were full of lust and love that was only directed to one specific person. You. You and your stupid effect on him that worked like a charm. Your eyes and your lips and everything that came so beautifully with this stunning person in front of him. You.

And as much as he wanted to be stubborn and angry at you for kissing back Sirius Black, he kissed you. Roughly, passionately,... Like the burning jealousy inside made him kiss you so good no man could ever match him.

*end of flashback*

Your nails now wandered on his forearm, following the snake that came out from the terrifying skull and lightly scratching him awake.

"I love you." he whispered sleepily in your ear. Lovely, raspy and sleepy words which made you smile and flutter your heart as you turned your head to meet his eyes.

It was the first time he ever said that. First time. He never said those three gorgeous, powerful words to you that sounded like magic at the very moment. Because this man, who is supposed to be toxic, cruel and malicious, has now spoken words no other would ever believe.

You stared at him with a beam and blinking a few times to be sure if you're not dreaming. "I really hope you'd say it back or this will end up being a very embarassing situation." he grinned and you rolled over on him, leaving a few squeaks as you placed yourself right on top of him.

You pulled the covers up to your nose and watched him with all joy that you felt. " Say it again."

He chuckled at your bubbly-self and rolled his eyes. " I-" he smiled and wrapped him, squeezing you. “ Love you.”

"I love you too." you finally said back and rubbed your nose against his before kissing his softly on the lips.

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You never accepted the Dark Mark nor the Mulciber who wanted to serve the Dark Lord but you knew one thing for sure: You loved him and he loved you. And if any cliché movie and book told you is that love can concern everything.

It's total bullshit but you had a plan for it. You had a plan to make Mulciber turn away from the dark path.

So, you didn't worry.

"I think your roots are coming out." said one of your friend as you ate breakfast with them.

"Yeah, I know. I'm going to the hairdresser soon." you smiled.

"What are you going to do? Dye them rainbow?" they all started to tease and you only quirked an eyebrow.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know but maybe if you grew them long again and dye them normal colour, you'd look like a girl again." she smirked and you dropped your fork on the plate.

How ready you were to have a bloodbath with this Hufflepuff at the very moment but that is not who you were.

Quirking an eyebrow at her first, you slowly chewed the food in your mouth and stretched the fakest smile you could. " You know what, Liza? You are completely right. I'll just let my normal natural (y/h/c) grow back and long like it used to be." you pushed away a plate and got on your feet. "Can't believe how stupid I was." you let out a fake laugh and they laughed along.

"You're welcome." she beamed and you waved at her goodbye, turning her your back and changing your expression as it was before.

---

You were gone for a whole day. One whole day. Nobody didn't know where you were and Remus Lupin was completely losing it.

Why? - Because both of you had a transfiguration project due today and you had all the research. He hoped that when he walked in the class, you'd be there with papers in your hands and that bubbly smile of yours. But you weren't. You were not in the classroom with the other Hufflepuffs.

"Liza! Have you seen, (y/n)?" he asked as he ran over to her and another Hufflepuff. He was desperate and on the verge of ripping his hair.

"Nope. Not since this morning. I think I offended her a bit at breakfast."

"Offended? Offended her how?" Remus quirked an eyebrow and Sirius looked her way as well.

" Girl thing." Liza smirked proudly with a thought of holding any power over you.

Sirius smirked and started to pull out his quill and books. You? Offended? Sure. He chuckled to himself and finally sat on the seat next to James.

Remus sat down as well, his heart rate racing and his eyes bulging out of his head. His thoughts were so wild in his head that he didn't even see you come in the classroom, unlike Sirius who almost fell off his chair at the sight.

" Hey, Remus." you smiled and sat down next to him, placing your bag down on the floor and pulling out a pack of papers.

Remus shot his head to you almost breaking his neckr but it took him only a few moments to realize that the girl next to him really is different today. " (y/n)?" he blurted out, almost as he wasn't sure.

"Remus?" you smiled, your eyes twinkling.

"Your hair?" he pointed breathlessly at your short hair. Completely short at the back of your head while at front fell long strands of light violet hair.

"Yeah. Isn't it cool?" you smiled and ran your hand through them, flipping them on one side.

" You look great!" he beamed, observing your hair and causing the Hufflepuffs in front of you to turn around in their seat.

" (y/n)?" Liza scoffed with a smile. "You look like a boy!" she started laughing hysterically and the girls next to her as well.

Sirius stare shot up to the Hufflepuffs and he was prepared to say something back but you cut him off by looking down at your breasts. "No, I don't think so. My breasts are still bigger than yours and-" you stopped and narrowed your eyes at the ceiling, pretending to ponder a thought. " Yeah, bigger guts too. You see, Liza? I look good in long hair, short hair and I think if I decided to have rainbow hair, I'd still be better looking than your ugly arse." you smirked at her before turning to Remus and his wildly charming smirk. "I added a few more excerpts for Reparo and Revelio if that's okay with you. Just so if she doesn't like it, extra points for the longer report." you winked and he beamed at you.

"You are-" he took the papers from your hands and browsed through the report. "Amazing."

---

You’ve been the gossip of the day with your new change. There wasn’t a student who didn’t hear about your hair and you found it funny how one hairstyle could be the biggest gossip of the whole school.

Since Mulciber heard the gossip, he grew so impatient to see you that he ditched his Arithmancy class just to find you. He walked the corridors with a quick pace, his expression lethal as always and his eyes scaring away every student who crossed his path.

It took him tiny little doubts to stop at one student and petrify him. Just to taste his fear for a little while, to feel more powerful for one small second... But his curiosity for you was far stronger, so he made his way to the Hufflepuff common room and made his way to your dorm.

He opened the door gently and slowly, peeking inside. “ (y/n), love?” he spoke softly and with a grin.

He came in, looking around the five beds and making his way towards yours. He sat on the bed right next to your bright yellow pillows and took a framed photo in his hands. It was a photo of both of you laughing even before the two of you started dating. During the holidays when you stayed at your aunt’s house, neighbor to Mulciber’s home. He chuckled and carefully placed it back where it belonged.

“ Mulciber?” a soft voice came from the bathroom door. “ Wha-what are you doing here?” you asked, putting a hood over your head and zipping up the hoodie up to your neck.

“ I heard my girl got a new haircut and I’ve been dying to see it.” he grinned and you felt tears spike your eyes. His grin immediately disappeared from his lips and he carefully took a few steps forward. “ What’s wrong?”

“ No-no-nothing’s wrong.” you stepped a few steps back and felt a tear fall down your cheek but you quickly wiped it away. “ Shite.” you forced a smile on your lips and try to avoid his gaze.

“ Love, you are terrible at lying to me.” he walked closer and reached for your hands. “ Now, tell me what’s wrong?”

“ I- I-” you stammered and felt tears roll down your cheeks without any of your control. “ I look awful!” you suddenly broke down. “ The-they pissed me off because they didn’t like my hair a-and I was so stupid and told the hairdresser to cut them all off!” you sobbed and he pulled you into a hug, placing his head on top of yours and rocking you left and right.

“ You don’t look awful.” he said and kissed the top of your hood. Slowly pulling you away, cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears away with his thumbs. His hand followed to your hood and slowly put it off, to reveal your new, short, bright violet hair, falling down your sides. “ Wow.” he smiled breathlessly with a glint in his eyes. “ You look just beautiful.”

You smiled at him and felt his hand run through your short hair. All you wanted to do was prove those girls they don’t have any power over you or that the stereotype of girls having long hair is crap. And you liked it at first but now looking in the mirror with your bright violet hair made you want to cry and grow them back.

“ You, my dear.” he smiled, lifting up your chin and leaning his forehead on yours. “ Look absolutely stunning in your crazy hair. I think I just fell in love with you more.” he continued and you let out a small laugh. He pulled you into a kiss, soft and gentle as he always was when it came to loving you. “ And if anybody has a problem with them, they have a problem with me too.”

---

" Lupin - Johnson, Prince - Longbottom, Potter - Evans, Pettigrew - Hollows, (y/n) - Black..." you shot your head up immediately, staring at Professor Sprout.

"No, no, no, no, no..." you murmured to yourself and turned in your chair to face his devilish grey eyes. "No!" you pointed your finger at him but he only grinned.

" What an odd coincidence." he wiggled his eyebrows and licked the bottom of his lip, grinning.

"You did this on purpose!"

"Me?" he played daftly but kept the grin present. " How dare you accuse me of such a thing?!"

"Har- har." you retorded before turning to Remus.

You knew this was all his fault. He was the only one of the four smart enough to pull this off. He caught your gaze and immediately turned it away, tensing up from your angry energy.

" You are a dead man, Lupin."

----

“ Thyme has numerous magical properties. It is available as an essential oil, it can be burned as incense and the leaves can be made into poultices and teas.” Sirius read while your pen scribbled along on the piece of paper. “ Thyme’s associations include healing, love, psychic knowledge and purification.” he continued and read the next line carefully, smirking midway. “ Thyme is associated with two planets, Mercury and Venus; with the element of water; and with Taurus and Libra. “ he closed the book and threw it on the table while you continued to write the last words you heard from him. After you finished, you looked up from the report and at him, quirking an eyebrow.

“ Why did you stop?” you asked perplexed by his sudden change of mood.

“ You know who else’s planet is Venus?” he leaned forward on his chair, eyes twinkling. “ Scorpio’s.”

“ You’re joking!” you scoffed and backed away from the report. You leaned on your chair, crossed your arms over your chest and stared at him with amusement. “ This is going to be fun.” you mumbled and continued to watch his grin spread as well as the mischief in his eyes.

“ You know who else is Scorpio?” he continued and you only watched. “ Me. “

“ What an interesting fact.” you pretended to be amazed, gasping dramatically as he only chuckled.

“I know right. And us Scorpio, well, you know us, we’re passionate...” he now leaned more forward, something else shimmering in his eyes. Something completely more dangerous. “ ...stubborn..” he continued, leaning closer. “ ...determined...” his voice started to lower into a more angry yet seductive. “...and we get jealous really quickly. "

You smirked and placed your hand over his face, pushing him further away from you. " And my horoscope is just about not giving a damn about whatever comes out from your mouth, except anything related to Thyme and its magical properties."

" Okay then. " he grinned and leaned back on his chair, mirroring your posture. " Thyme doesn't understand how Venus is good for her and how Mercury is not. "

You scoffed once again, seeing his metaphore. " Thyme is completely alright with planet Mercury. "

" Yeah but Venus knows her better than Mercury. Venus knows what's good for her and Mercury doesn't."

"And what does Venus say what's good for Thyme, huh?"

"Well, dating Mercury is a first. He joined the Death Eaters and I hardly doubt he didn't get the Dark Mark already. One thing leads to another and Mercury is growing dark and pulling Thyme with it." he spoke in more serious tone, causing you to glare at him.

"Well, at least Mercury gives me something Venus never could. "

"Sex? Because God knows I could-"

"Love!" you cut him off, standing up. "It's love! Something you never gave. You think you love me, Sirius, when all you do is being possessive over me because your ex got together with your biggest enemy!"

" NO! NO!" he bellowed back, growling. " It's not because I love you or don't love you! It's because I know that you think you're being all bad-arse and cool, hanging around with him and his friends but all you're doing is following him into the darkness! I know that's not you! I just know it deep inside you're not the person you want to be. "

"I don't pretend Sirius!"

"I know you don’t but you're acting out! He's not the one for you! As much as you want him to not submit to the Dark Lord, you're wrong! Sooner or later he's gonna do it and whatever you want to do you can't! I'm sorry but you can't!"

"Yes, I can! He loves me!"

"He's a pureblood, (y/n)! And like any pureblood, he'll choose reputation and family over anybody! Over you!"

"You didn't."

"I'm different!"

"Oh, here we go again with the egoism." you huffed and rolled your eyes. "Bravo, Sirius."

“I- UGHH!” he clenched his fingers and ran his hands through the sides of his head. “ You are unbelievable to argue with!” he growled angrily in desperation to which you found oddly amusing and funny.

You never saw this side of Sirius. The angry Sirius, the desperate Sirius. He really tried to prove a point to you right now to which you did nothing but continue to avoid.

You let out a small hum, similar to laughter. You couldn’t help yourself but laugh at the situation, confusing him even more.

“What?” he asked, firstly completely perplexed with one of his thick black eyebrow quirking up before his lips spread into a grin. “What are you laughing about?”

“You.” you chuckled and continued to smile at him. “Us. Look at us. We’re bickering like two old married couple. ” you let out another chuckle and he smiled as well.

“Two old married couple.” he repeated so quietly you could barely hear the disbelief in his voice.

“Look.” you spoke after the chuckling settled down. “I know you don’t like Mulciber and I am completely aware of him and his loyalty to the Dark Lord. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be. If he decides to choose him over me, I get to live with that. It wouldn’t be my first heartbreak.” you simpered and his smile quickly faded, taking a hold of your hand.

“I never meant for you to get through all that. I never meant of us to break up so ugly as we did. ” he spoke softly with guilt in his tone.

“Sirius, it’s okay.”

“No, let me finish.” he sighed and took a deep breath in. “ You’re right. I do have a big ego and I’d do anything to keep my reputation right but what I got taught at the Potters all those years is that doing the right thing, that’s what matters not reputation. So yes, I do need to apologize to you because I never slept with you or your best friend but I started a rumor that I did and I shouldn’t have done that. It just came out so wrong and under so much pressure, I didn’t know a clue I was doing… But please don’t smoke or go dark. You don’t deserve that.”

You giggled at his last two sentences. “ I won’t go dark, don’t you worry. ” you pulled away from his hold and turned back to the books. “ Or smoke but I will force you to finish this Thyme assignment with me.” you smiled and he let go of your hands to grab the book.

He opened it on the page he closed on before and cleared his throat. Before he started, his eyes glanced one more time to you. “ I love the hair by the way. It’s different.” he smiled and you looked up to meet his eyes as well.

His eyes that held something so lovely inside. A mystery you couldn’t decide but felt the answer to. So, ignoring every single flare that lit up between the two of you, you shook your head and simpered. “ Thanks.”

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