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princecharmingwinks · 3 years

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Sterek Fic Rec - February 2021. Ah the month of love! And what better way to spend the second month of the year than to read about our two adorable dorks. Enjoy another list of fanfiction recommendations!

It's A Love Story, Baby, Just Say Yes by fairytalesandfolklore (1/1 | 1,825 | Teen)

For a while, there's a whole lot of nothing, just the sound of water splashing against tile, the scent of Stiles's Old Spice body wash wafting in the summer air, and— Wait. Is that…is Stiles singing Taylor Swift? Derek tilts his head to the side, catching sight of what is unmistakably Stiles's silhouette framed in the open window, towel wrapped around his waist, using a hairbrush as a makeshift microphone and belting out what Derek is 99% sure is the song Love Story by Taylor Swift.

Derek Hale Is Not Romantic by ash_mcj (1/1 | 3,507 | Teen)

Derek Hale is not romantic. He’s not. Sure, he cares about Stiles...he guesses he has changed a little as a side effect of dating the guy. But he has not become, and will never become, one of those stupid romantic boyfriends.

[or: Derek (and his pack) realize that he has totally become a hopelessly romantic boyfriend]

(For~ Sterek Valentine Week 2021; Day 1: Hopeless Romantic)

I Know You by sparkandwolf (thatnerdemilyj) (1/1 | 1,733 | General)

“I thought I’d find you here,” Derek said, placing a gentle kiss on Stiles’ temple. He could barely feel Derek’s lips through the thick hair he had let grow during his senior year. He was never expecting to rid himself of his signature buzz cut, but it wasn’t exactly a priority when battling the danger they so often faced.

“Am I that obvious?” Stiles asked.

“To me,” Derek said simply, squeezing Stiles’ shoulder.

Shirt Thief by allourheroes (1/1 | 4,113 | General)

Derek's wardrobe has changed...which wouldn't be such a big deal if he wasn't wearing Stiles's shirt. What the hell?

In which Derek is a thief, witches are basically unimportant background characters, and Malia is the only one who understands what's up.

i got you on my mind by nicotinedaydream (1/1 | 1,263 | Teen)

"Are you Stiles?"

Stiles groans. He admits it is fairly immature, but fuck it. He hates his life right now. He wishes everyone would just go away.

"No. I'm not. I'm 'Leave Me Alone'," he gripes, pulling at his hair aggressively. He hears the person snort. He looks up, nostrils flaring. "Seriously, dude. Leave me the fuck alo—"

His brain just—stops. Warranted, it never does that. But this stranger is beyond-this-universe level of hot.

Dark black hair, light yet murky grey-green-brown-blue (what the fuck???) eyes, jawline that could give him a paper cut if he touched it, and bulging arm muscles under the tight-knitted maroon sweater the guy is wearing.

He coughs, swallows, tries to not make a fool of himself. "Actually, yes. I am Stiles. How may I service you—fuck! I mean, how may I be of service?" He face-palms. Epic. Fail.

Happy Birthday To Me by clottedcreamfudge (1/1 | 10,819 | Mature)

"Hi there, and welcome to Full Moon Jewellery. Thanks for browsing! I’m a designer based in California whose only dream in life is to get through art school without having to sell off my organs - which, by the way, is still on the table. You need a kidney? Let me know in your personalisation request, and I’m sure we can work something out. Guy’s gotta have that dollar to buy curly fries."

It's Laura's 30th birthday and Derek sucks at buying gifts. Then he stumbles across 'Full Moon Jewellery', an Etsy store run by an art student who has strange ideas about nutrition, and whose enthusiasm for his new commission is actually kind of adorable.

In which the whole pack wants Derek to get a life, and Derek just wants some peace.

(But not really)

If The World Was Ending by spaceprincessem (1/1 | 2,315 | General)

Derek swallowed the lump in his throat. “If the world was ending,” he started, eyes fluttering open to meet Stiles’ doe brown ones, “I would find you and tell you-”

He broke off, biting down on his tongue hard. He felt Stiles’ fingers trace over cheeks, thumb brushing softly against his bottom lip.

“And if the world wasn’t ending?” Stiles asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Give you that thing you can't even imagine by LunaCanisLupus_22 (1/1 | 10,999 | Explicit)

The omegas came out onto the stage next, and Derek did his best to smile and shake hands with enough polite distance as possible, to avoid giving the impressionable ones ideas.

Or the one where mateless Derek thinks no omega can affect him like they do other alphas and he's about to find out he's very, very wrong.

the other shoe by stilinskisparkles (1/1 | 4,633 | Teen)

They’re lounging on Derek’s bed one afternoon, Stiles halfheartedly trying to make headway on an essay, and Derek’s supposedly helping. Instead, Derek’s spent the last eight minutes mouthing lazily at Stiles’ shoulder, and Stiles is five seconds from giving up completely.

How Do You Solve a Problem Like Stiles? by LadyMerlin (1/1 | 1,955 | Teen)

The problem with Stiles is that he absolutely totally 100% thinks he's hilarious.

It's not so much a problem as it is... No, it's a problem.

Because he really isn't, except maybe when he snorts milk out of his nose, or when he mimics Coach Finstock perfectly, or when he goes to Deaton's to play in the puppy pens and ends up with the same grumpy Pomeranian chewing his hair each time. But that's entirely besides the point.

Nothing about the way Stiles is fellating that Popsicle is funny. Nothing.

princecharmingwinks special mentions (this fic has badass Stiles with magical glowing tattoos and is sooo well written. the feels!!!)

Beltane by DevilDoll (1/1 | 8,254 | Explicit)

"Watching Stiles heal someone has always been a little uncomfortable for Derek, like he's seeing something intimate and private that shouldn't have an audience. That's nothing compared to how it feels." This is an AU in which Stiles has magical healing powers.

It appears I was mostly in the fluffy mood this month (not a lot of smut - oh dear! I’ll have to include some more E rated next time hehe). Hope you enjoy this fics. Remember to leave kudos and comments. <3

#sterek #fanfiction #fic rec #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #princecharminglists

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avatarmerida · 3 years

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Walking Home

This is inspired by @buggachat’s Bakery AU. I hope this is okay because I love this idea so much and I loved the winery arc. I wrote this assuming Adrien also lives at the bakery, though I don’t know.

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“Okay no, no first of all they did NOT kick us out because I spilled. But IF did they did then that’s your fault!” Marinette exclaimed as the four of them left the restaurant.

“I didn’t mean that time,” clarified a bubbly Adrien as he ran ahead. “I meant when you kept turning the glasses into microphones and trying to get everyone to sing when they were still pretty full.”

“No! No! No!” she insisted, running up to him and giving him a gently tap on shoulder. “It was because you kept making chicken noises and they were awful!”

“They were amazing.”

“I don’t think you’ve ever heard a chicken,” she said smugly as she attempted to suppress her laughter at the memory. “It was so high pitched.”

“Bawk bawk bawk,” said Adrien quietly. Seeing Marinette suppress more laughter, he kept going and got louder. She couldn’t stand still, the laughter causing her to bend in half unable to catch her breath. Making her laugh was somehow so addicting and so he kept doing the awful chicken noise, getting higher and louder and faster. Passerbys gave them strange looks and rolled their eyes. Alya couldn’t help but smile at the thought that everyone who saw them must assume they were lifelong friends. Maybe even more than that.

“Oh wow I didn’t realize how late it was,” announced Alya, pretending to check her phone. She was fairly certain the two forgot her and Nino were there. “Ugh, I’ve got an interview scheduled for the blog at 8am.”

“Yeah and I’ve got to wake her up otherwise she’ll never get there on time,” added Nino with a laugh, catching on quickly. Adrien and Marinette snapped out of their bubble, seeing suddenly how ridiculous they must seem.

“We should do this again soon though,” said Alya. “All of us,” she added, looking at Adrien.

“Yeah, this was fun,” said Marinette, sneaking a glance at Adrien (though he didn’t notice) before turning back to Alya. “Are you okay to get home?”

“Yeah, we’re gonna grab a taxi,” said Alya. “What about you two? Are you okay? You didn’t switch to water when Nino and I did.”

“That was water? I thought you guys just switched to white wine,” asked Adrien. Nino chuckled and handed Adrien his phone so the two could make plans to hang out later in the week.

While the boys talked, Alya pullled Marinette into a hug to supposedly say goodbye.

“No girl, for real are you okay to get home? We can drop you off,” she whispered.

“No it’s okay you guys live the opposite way and you need to get up early,” whispered Marinette back. “The bakery isn’t that far and It’s not like I’m walking alone.”

“Exactly,” said Alya, pulling away but making sure the boys were too distracted by their conversation to hear theirs. “I know tonight was fun but you didn’t start the day being Adrien’s biggest fan. You’re okay walking home with him?”

“Yes Alya I’m fine,” she hiccuped. “I’m not even that drunk.”

“Marinette!” Adrien called suddenly, very excited. “Can we make pizza at the bakery?!”

“Oh my god pizzaaaaaa!” She exclaimed far too loudly, throwing her hands in the air. “Yes, yes let’s go! Bye Alya!”

She ran ahead and Adrien excitedly and instinctively followed her, the two a collection of giggle and hiccups stumbling between the street lights.

“Text me when you get home!” Alya called after the pair. They were quite a sight. She couldn’t help but smile at the fact that this morning Marinette couldn’t say his name without grimacing and now they were rushing off into the night. She wondered how Marinette would feel about the blonde boy tomorrow.

“Pizza, pizza, pizza!” The two exclaimed as they trudged down the sidewalk.

“Okay I know we have dough and cheese I don’t know if we have any pizza sauce,” said Marinette raking her brain. “Do we want toppings? Because I think we just have sprinkles, maybe we-ahhh!” Suddenly the ground came rushing at her, but before she had time to process what was happening she was stopped inches from the pavement. She looked up and saw Adrien had caught her in the knick of time. His hands were on her waist as if he was dipping her in a some eleaborate dance. The streetlight above him reflected on his golden hair like a halo.

He really was a good model, she couldn’t help but think as she found herself drawn to his light like an innocent moth.

“Sorry,” he said realizing the position they were in. “Force of habit, I guess. I didn’t mean, I mean I-.”

“Don’t apologize,” she breathed, not attempting to remove herself from his grip. “You’ve just got like catlike reflexes.”

“Yeah, I maybe??” He laughed. He couldn’t even explain her own pun to her as he pulled her to her feet. “Hehe, uh sorry if I distracted you again.”

“No, no it’s my own fault, I’m extra clumsy when I’m drunk,” she explained, bashful suddenly for some reason. “I’m a regular public menace. But thanks for not letting me fall on my face.”

He smiled. “Anytime,” he stood up straight and offered her his arm. “To ensure you don’t fall again,” he explained.

The logic of his reasoning negated any objections her former view of him held at the ready. He didn’t have to be kind to her when it was just them, and this must be why she held onto his arm so firmly and allowed herself to be so close as they walked. She suddenly felt guilty for her ulterior motives in inviting him out. The skeptic in her wanted to point out that maybe he was faking being drunk, or was so well versed at deception that alcohol had no affect on his ability to lie. But a larger part of her just wanted to rest her head on his shoulder as he led her home, contently listening to him ramble.

“Okay but why isn’t pizza a pastry?” he continued. “Like a lot of baked goods have cheese, they all have dough. Is it the sauce? But donuts have filling and the tomato is a fruit, I think-?”

“Maybe pizza can be your menu speciality,” she murmured, following the voice that told her to rest her head. “But you can give it a fun name and make it look different so they won’t know it’s pizza until they taste it. You’d think of a good name, you’re funny.”

“I’m funny?” he asked, genuinely surprised and flattered.

“I’m drunk, who knows what I’m saying,” she joked. “I’ll deny it but yes you are funny. I like when you write puns on the specials board.”

“Really?” He chuckled. “I didn’t think you’d be a fan of bad puns.”

“I’ve heard worse,” she murmured, her mouth moving faster than her mind. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

“Like what?” he tried, trying to careful in this new territory, but fighting his catlike curiosity . “Are you a secret comedian?”

“No, no but I was in love with a boy who made puns a lot,” she said quietly, almost just to herself. “It seems so silly but now whenever I hear a good one I write it down so I don’t forget. So I can tell it to him. But I’m never gonna see him again. That’s so stupid isn’t it?”

He saw tears forming in her eyes. “I think it’s sweet,” he said. “Is he someone you meet in New York? On your internship?”

She stopped, her mind had brought up another similarly between him and Chat Noir and that was extra confusing right now. But she hadn’t had anyone to talk to about Chat and it felt nice to share something about him aloud. She had to tread carefully though.

“I’m sorry if you don’t wanna talk about it,” said Adrien before she could find the words. “It’s none of my business.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” he continued, gently removing his arm from her. “You’ve already done so much for me, helping me at the bakery, letting me into your home, inviting me out tonight . You’re a very kind person Marinette and I’ve invaded so much of your space already, I shouldn’t be invading your privacy.”

“No, Adrien please it is okay,” she insisted. “I brought it up. And I... I’ve never brought it up to anyone before, to be honest. And it must be because... I like talking to you. Because-.”

“-of the wine?” He offered.

“-because we’re friends,” she finished, looking up at him with soft, truthful eyes.

“I think it is the wine,” he joked, only half certain.

“Here, I’ll prove it,” she said, keeping her purse and rummaging through its contents. Finally she found what she was searching for. “Here,” she said, placing something in his hand.

“What is this?”

“My lucky charm,” she said proudly, as he opened his hand to reveal a simple keychain composed of colorful beads. “I made it during my internship, it helped me when I had deadlines or a creativity block. I take it everywhere.”

“And you’re giving this to me?”

“Well I still plan on needing it and having it close by, so I wouldn’t just entrust it to someone I don’t want in my space would I? It’s probably not as flashy as the friendship bracelets Chloe made you but-.”

She was cut off as Adrien pulled her into a tight embrace. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

She hesitated, but returned the gesture. “You’re welcome,” she said as the two stood in the middle of the sidewalk, embracing for probably a little too long. “Adrien, since we’re friends, I think I should be honest with you.”

He pulled back to face her, his face still holding a smile despite her dismal tone. “What is it?”

“Today, when I invited you...” she began, her pride almost too big a pill to swallow. “Well, I had ulterior motives for inviting you.”

“Really?”

“I thought, oh god I’m so embarrassed,” she pushed through. “I though you had ... a secret.”

“A secret?”

“Yes,” she buried her face in her hands, utterly embarrassed. “Ugh, and I thought it you got drunk enough you would blurt it out. And that’s so awful of me and I know it’s dishonest, but I promise you it’s not like that anymore. I was paranoid, I guess. I don’t know. But I’m so sorry. really do enjoy spending time with you-.”

“What kind of secret?”

“Huh?” She said, surprised he wasn’t mad. “Oh, i-it doesn’t matter. It was still wrong of me.”

“Well why couldn’t you ask me about it before?”

“I didn’t have any sort of proof,” she admitted. “Only a hunch.”

“Why?” He asked. He wasn’t mad but she couldn’t place his tone. People must have accused him of this before. She knew now he wasn’t his father, he was more than whatever his past held, and he didn’t deserve another faker. She knew he’d ask what she suspected and it would ruin everything but maybe she could make it less awful if she kept apologizing?

“Nothing major, just because of how you acted around me-.”

“I see.”

“-but I know now I was completely wrong,” she quickly went on. “Getting to know you tonight and spending more time with you at the bakery, I know I was wrong.”

“Oh,” was that all he could say? Oh?!

“Because you’re just so nice!” She went on, her drunk brain turning to rambling. “You’re actually a really great guy, and you’re just quiet at first, you’re ... a friend...”

“Just a friend?” He asked, the word holding his attention tight.

“Yes,” she said, hoping he was considering accepting her apology. “And I- oh darn it.” Suddenly, a raindrop fell onto Marinette’s cheek. Then another. Without warning the sky began to pour, and the pair sought shelter. Adrien took off his jacket and placed it over Marinette’s head to attempt and shield her from the rain, a fruitless attempt as the jacket immediately became soaked and heavy and helpful to no one.

As they made their way through the waterfall that claimed the sidewalk, an abandoned umbrella leaning against a building caught Adrien’s eye. He swooped in to grab and quickly opened it over Marinette’s head. “Ugh, I can’t see,” she cried, the rain causing her eye makeup to run and sting her eyes. She wiped it away, only to smudge it and give cover her face with a charcoal color. Adrien laughed.

“Mademoiselle Hamster, you look more like a raccoon now,” he wheezed. Before Marinette could offer a clever response, she saw the rain continued to fall on him as she was safely covered.

“You’re going to catch pneumonia,” she stated angrily.

“It’s not a very big umbrella,” he said, still laughing.

“Nonsense,” she said, yanking the umbrella handle to spin him in. “I’m not about to let you get sick and stick me with all the work at the bakery.”

But the umbrella was very small. And in order for them both to be covered, they had to stand very close together.

“Fine by me,” breathed Adrien, looking down at Marinette. She stood in front of him, her hands landing instinctively on his chest as if they were slow dancing. She was aware of this, but did not remove them. Her eyes went to the ground, not being about to handle the closeness with eye contact. In one hand Adrien held the umbrella, the other one slowly went to removed a strand of wet hair from her face. A bolt of lighting graced the sky.

“You were right you know,” he said quietly, the rain almost drowning him out.

“About what?”

“About my secret,” he said with a chuckle. “I thought I hid it well, but I guess I made it really obvious.”

“What?” Said Marinette, looking up at him is disbelief, her hands trembled. “No, no you’re still drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying. No, no I know now... after everything that happened it can’t be true.”

“Do you... not want it to be true?”

“I guess it doesn’t really matter what I want,” she admitted, bowing her head again. “Either it’s true or it’s not.”

“I promise you, it’s very true,” said Adrien, his voice softer than she had ever heard but somehow insanely familiar. He placed his free hand under her chin and lead her to meet his gaze.

“Wait, what did you think I-.”

“Marinette, I’m sorry that I couldn’t be more direct with you,” he began. “But I didn’t think I’d ever feel this way again since... you’re so amazing and I- I’m done keeping secrets; I do have feelings for you.”

“W-what kind of feelings?” she asked, a tiny portion of her intoxicated little mind convinced he was angry with her.

Adrien closed his eyes and leaned in close to her and his lips stopped mere inches from her own. Hesitating. Waiting. Silence. She looked at him, no streetlight caught his hair now but the shine remained. The glow was just him. He wasn’t a spy, he wasn’t a traitor, he wasn’t a villain. Her mind ran with things he was not until suddenly she realized what he was. Kind. Handsome. Funny. Charming. She had taken these things for granted before and thought they were lost and locked away forever. It was like they were reincarnated, her heart fluttered in an nearly forgotten familiar way as if to say she had been here before. As if to say this is exactly where she was meant to be.

Lighting crashed in the distance.

She chased the feeling and eliminated the space between them, drawn to him like he was magnetic. She could could blame it on the wine. She could blame it on the rain. She could blame it on the way his eyes were so gentle and vibrant at the same time like a lush green forest she wanted to explore until she was hopelessly lost. But she crashed into him like a she was a tidal wave, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled herself up to kiss him. He stepped back, surprised but pleased and tossed aside the umbrella in favor of having both his arms around her as he eagerly kissed her back. He lifted her off the ground, perhaps a little too overzealous, and the pair found themselves on the ground in the middle of a puddle. Only then did they break apart, like a dream they were rudely awakened from, and Marinette found herself laying on top of him.

Adrien looked at her, eyes wide and curious, awaiting a sign of how she felt. Even now, with her eyeliner smudged and her hair soaking wet, his heart skipped a beat in way it hadn’t done in years. What was she thinking? Should he say something? His mind raced with what to say next, he had imagined this confession thousands of times since he realized his feelings, but none of his scenarios went quite like this. He didn’t want to risk ruining anything, if there was even something to ruin. He played the last minute over and over in his head like a romantic film scene. He smiled a wide smile and if Marintee didn’t know any better, she could have sworn he was purring.

Marinette took that as her signal to lean forward, slower and more graceful than the first attempt and kissed him again. It was less rushed and more gentle, but also more certain. The umbrella was carried away by the wind, the two seemed to have forgotten about the rain or any storms between them.

The next day, Marinette awoke feeling sicker than she had ever felt in her life. Not only did she have a massive hangover, but being stuck in the rain had given her a terrible cold as well. Her body couldn’t decide which unpleasant feeling to focus on so she remained in bed, cursing the world.

“Hey girl,” came Alya’s voice from the doorway. “Heard you weren’t feeling too good.”

“Alya I’m dying,” moaned Marinette.

“Were you so busy dying that you couldn’t text me that you go home safely?” laughed Alya, removing the pillow from her face. “Omigosh you didn’t even wash your face last night. You really were trashed.”

“Ugh I don’t even remember it raining last night, but I woke up soaked,” complained Marinette.

“Wait, you don’t remember it raining?”

“No, after we said goodbye to you and Nino the night it a total blur.”

“Oh, does Adrien remember the rain?”

“I don’t know, we don’t talk,” Marinette reminded her, covering her head with a blanket. “I don’t know what I said to him on the walk home, but my throat is killing me so it feels like I was yelling.

“Wait, you don’t remember anything from the walk home?”

“No,” repeated Marinette. “Why? Did I drunk dial you or something?”

“Uh, no,” said Alya with a mischievous smile. “But when it started to rain I told the cab driver to drive by your place to see if you guys got caught in the rain and I’m so glad I did because I saw something very interesting.”

“What?”

Alya simply handed Marinette her phone and braced herself for the reaction she knew was coming. Marinettte had to do a double take at first. But there was no mistaking this was a picture of her. And Adrien. Kissing.

“WHAT?!” She exclaimed, giving herself a worse headache. “Ouch. Ugh, Alya please tell me this is photoshopped, this is a joke right?”

“Not this time, I am an eyewitness,” assured her friend. “I saw everything.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe he kissed me,”

“Well you shouldn’t because if you go back a little bit you see it’s clear as day who kissed whom,”

“What?” But it was true. She swiped back and forth and there was no arguing that she pulled him in, she reached up, she kissed him. Twice. “Oh no.”

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed,” said Alya taking back her phone. “If kissing a former model in the rain is the worst thing you’ve done after drinking, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. I don’t see why you don’t like him anyway, you two got along so well yesterday.”

“Oh no no no I just thought it was another dream!”panicked Marinette.

“Another?” Teased Alya. “So you often dream about kissing Adrien?”

Only when he’s working with his supervillain father “I’m never drinking again,” vowed Marinette, burying her head in her hands. “Please tell me no one else saw those photos.”

“Just me and Nino, but I’m keeping them for blackmail,” confirmed Alya as she headed for the door. “Or to show at your wedding.”

Marinette threw a pillow at the door, just missing her friend as she took her leave. What had gotten into her? Besides copious amounts of wine, that is. She prayed that Adrien’s memory of last night was even foggier than hers. She wished she had Tikki with her to talk her through this without any judgment but she just had her. And all she could do was panic.

“Hey, are you up?” Came a small voice accompanied by a knock on her door. “I just saw Alya leave and I wanted to check on you if that’s okay.”

It was Adrien. “Um yeah, I’m fine. Just tired, I guess,” she replied. He didn’t come in, she didn’t invite him. He was still wary of her. That must be as good sign, right?

“A headache?” He chuckled knowingly. “I had one too. I made a smoothie and that kind of helped. I can bring you one. Or leave it in the kitchen for you.”

“Thanks,” she said awkwardly. Silence stood between them for what felt like hours.

“Listen, about last night,” Adrien said at last. Marinette braced herself for the worst.

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to say thank you,” he said outside the door. “It meant a lot, you guys inviting me out. I had a lot of fun, well the parts I remember anyway.”

“Do you... remember walking home?”

“Hardly,” he admitted. “Apparently it rained?”

She laughed. “Go figure,” she said. She cousins sent he was right: she did enjoy the parts she remembered. “But um thank you too for helping me get home safely. You’re a good friend.”

The sound of the word made him blush, he was grateful she couldn’t see his face. “Anytime,” he said. “Feel better, I guess I’ll see you later?”

“See ya,” she said, as she heard him walk away from the door and flopped on her bed in relief. Crisis averted.

Adrien made his way down the stairs, Marinette’s keychain in hand. The moments of last night replayed in his head. It was blurry to him as well, but a few moments stood out to him. Mostly, the way she said ‘lucky charm’ and the way her smudged makeup resembled a mask.

#miraculous ladybug fanfiction #miraculous #bakery enemies au #miraculous ladybug #adrienette #ladynoir

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hongnanglen-arina · 3 years

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ASMR | Kwon Soonyoung/Hoshi

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Hoshi x fem reader

Warnings: sexual content

Words: 3.6k

A/N: Hi there! Before my angsty Shua fic will drop, have this one first hehe. As always, English isn’t my first language so excuse my grammar ♡

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Your ASMR blog was well known. It was your hobby.

At least twice a week there was an update for your followers.

If people were asked about ASMR, they would think of mukbang first, right?

But your blog offered a different kind of ASMR.

No one knew who you were in reality except your closest friends. And of course, your boyfriend.

There was never a video. Just sound. Of you having fun.

Getting out of the shower, all nice and clean was the best feeling. Or was it to reach your orgasm after a long denial? You stopped midway to your bedroom, coke in one hand as you cocked your head to the side, not sure which one was better. There were often such dialogues going on in your head. It just showed you how crazy your mind was. Not only did you look sweet and innocent to everyone who didn’t know you and saw you on the street but deep inside you were a kinky little vixen which your friends and boyfriend knew.

You took a big gulp of your drink and hummed happily. Your boyfriend should arrive at any minute. Today was another special schedule for your blog.

When you sat down in front of your laptop, you opened your blog. After stating it, you’ve gotten a lot of followers. Some even called themselves fans. It always made you giggle. How could anyone be a fan of just a voice? Because no one had ever seen your face nor real name on the internet. For you it was funny especially reading that they used your audio recordings for other purposes. Dirty purposes.

You loved to scroll through the comment section of your blog. Reading all those filthy confessions often turned you on for another recording. Also it gave you a boost in confidence.

Speaking of your recordings. The audio files that you uploaded on your site were recordings of you pleasuring yourself. Moaning into the microphone or cursing how good it felt. There were never names, long dialogues or any other interactions with the people you uploaded it for.

Since you’ve started, you had a total of 86 files online and over 40 saved on your hard drive that you still had to edit. Why you were doing it? Maybe for the kick. The fact to know that people would hear how you were climbing up the ladder to your orgasm really heightened the pleasure. And it satisfied you a lot, every time you read the comments cheering you on.

The day you uploaded a file of you and your boyfriend having sex, your blog nearly exploded. The reason why he was included was because he just lost a bet at a party with your friends. Everyone was already drunk when a table tennis session began and Soonyoung was more than sure to win against Jun. If Jun had lost, he had to run down the street in the middle of the night, naked and meowing loudly. But as much as you would have loved to see that happening, your boyfriend Soonyoung lost, making him automatically the next special surprise on your blog.

Yes, your best friends knew about your hobby. Some had listened to your recordings and at the beginning your friendship was a little strange. Especially with Minghao, who was forced to listen when his roommate started one of the files. He always avoided eye contact with you but when you got together with Soonyoung, it slowly became better. And now, almost a year later, they all had gotten used to it and even made fun about your blog from time to time or teased you. But better like this than being confronted with a shy and awkward Minghao again.

Yesterday you announced the special surprise what you were going to record today and promised the file to be up by next sunday. And as always with your couple recordings, the comment section went wild. Some of them gave Soonyoung the nickname ‘tiger’ because sometimes he would make similar noises all of a sudden. He gave that nickname his approval and you knew how much he loved it as he called himself like that ever since.

You giggled at the comments while you were waiting for your boyfriend to arrive.

- The return of the tiger! Raise your hands y’all!!

- He should be in it more often. God he sounds so fucking hot!

- Hearing you two together is so filthy. I love it!!

- Can he tease you until you are a mess again and beg?

- Can’t wait for his raspy rawwwwrrrs hehe (;

- How about you edge him this time??? Pretty please?

Hearing the keys, you quickly got up and ran towards the door to see Soonyoung standing there dressed in all black, pushing his shoes to the side with one foot and taking off his black snapback. Biting your lower lip, you hissed softly, locking eyes with him.

“Okay, damn.. you look hot.”

“When don’t I?”

You snorted playfully but made your way closer to him anyways, immediately being pulled in a deep kiss. One hand held you close against his chest while the other squeezed your ass, you felt him smirk against your lips. “Hope my little kitten is ready for her tiger.” The grip on his leather jacket tightened when his teeth grazed your neck, sucking your sensitive spot just below your ear. “Always,” you sighted with closed eyes.

“Good.” He pulled back, licking his lips as he took your hand and led you to the bedroom.

Following him, he made you sit on the bed as he opened the recording program on your laptop. In the past, he often made it for you so he knew where to click. Adjusting the microphone beside the bed, he made sure that it was working before joining you.

You saw the red light on your microphone and smiled at him approvingly, giving him a quick kiss as a reward. When you are about to pull away, he grabbed your hip and held you in place, connecting your lips with his again. Effortless his tongue slipped past through your teeth as you gasped, his hand massaging your exposed thigh.

Actually, your plan was to tease him first and then to make him lose his mind while he’s tied up on your bed but the way your boyfriend was kissing you right now made you weak and unable to stick to your previous plan. His musky perfume filled your senses, combined with his tongue dancing with yours, it made you breathless. He was needy and so were you.

Pushing him back against the headboard, he looked at you, mouth open and chest heaving slightly, eyes hooded. You smiled and removed the leather jacket and black turtle neck, leaving his dark hair messy and in this very moment he looked adorable to you if it wasn’t for his eyes which gave you a lustful gaze. Leaving your eyes roam over his exposed chest and abs, you asked yourself how you had survived all those years without your boyfriend.

You were on your knees in front of him, dressed in a short silky negligee. Soonyoung groaned at the sight of you. “Help me out of my pants and sit on my lap, baby.” Your eyes widened and you automatically covered his lips with your hand but he only lifted one eye brow and shrugged. Normally you wouldn’t give long commands like this but that meant you may have to cut it out of the recording later. Or not. Doing what you were told, your fingers opened his denim jeans and pulled them off his legs.

A shuffling of the blankets can be heard and you sat down on his lap, your hands on his shoulders as you sink down, feeling his warmth against your core. You felt the urge to move but you wanted to get your approval first. Normally you were more the submissive type of girl in the relationship with Soonyoung but once in a while he would gave you the control. Today didn’t seem like this when his hands were back on your hips, making you move back and forth on him.

“O-ohh..” was all you said, staggered and weak, feeling his clothed cock rub against the thin fabrics of your already wet panties. Continuing on moving on him, you kept eye contact with your boyfriend whose lifted one hand to brush lovingly over your cheek, mouthing ‘i love you’. You smiled and silently said it back before leaning in to kiss him again.

One thing you loved a lot during foreplay was when Soonyoung massaged your ass. How he roughly kneaded the flesh and spread the cheeks, causing your folds to spread as well. And the feeling of them being slick and sticky while he would do that, turned you on. On top of that you were sitting on his lap at the moment, riding him, knowing too well that with each passing second, your juice would soak his underwear more and more.

Holding your face in place, his kisses went from the corner of your mouth to your blushed cheek, further to your earlobe and lower to your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses everywhere his mouth would reach, sometimes sucking softly at the spots he knew you liked, resulting him to receive moans from his girlfriend. He wanted your reactions to be louder. Not only for the recording but also for himself. He just needed the confirmation that he was doing the right thing. While Soonyoung bit down on your shoulder, his hand left your face and before you could ask, his thumb hook under the strap of your negligee, letting it slid down your arm and exposing your breast. He placed his hand on your mound and started kneading it.

Gasping, your hands found his hair and while your hips were still rocking back and forth on him, you tugged at his strands, causing him to let out a low groan. You felt his fingertips pinch your nipple and you arched your back, asking for more as your chest pushed into his hand. Soonyoung smirked against your collarbone and without a warning, he smacked your ass, filling the room with a loud sound and followed by your surprised yelp.

You had to stop yourself from saying your boyfriend’s name out loud. Soonyoung noticed it and chuckled before grabbing the hem of your soft gown and pulling it over your head. The moment the cold room temperature made contact with your heated body, a cold shiver ran down your spine and Soonyoung watched how your nipples slowly hardened at the cold air. Carefully taking one of your arms, he kissed over your goosebumps, his eyes telling you that you won’t feel cold much longer and you gave him a nod.

He motioned you to get up so that you two could remove the last piece of clothes on your bodies. Once it was done, you got a condom from the night stand but when you started to rip it open, you heard your boyfriend make a disapproving noise. “Uh uh….” pointing at his lap, he wanted you to sit down again. Without aligning himself, you got into your previous position and moved your hips again but now the feeling was more intense without the fabrics in the way. Letting your wet folds spread your juice along his erect cock felt amazing.

Faint curses left both of your lips as his grip on your ass tighten, spreading your cheeks again and with every motion, you felt your clit rub delicately against his pelvis. While your body shivered with pleasure, Soonyoung enjoyed the view you were offering his dark eyes. He could watch you like this all the time and he really loved the soft mewls you made for him.

Whenever he was alone at his home and felt horny, he would open your blog on his phone and listen to one of your recordings as he would pump himself. He saved two of you getting off with a vibrator. Those recordings were gold in his opinion because the microphone seemed right beside your mouth so the sound from the toy wasn’t too loud and he could enjoy your moans to the fullest. Although those recordings would often be very short because of course you knew the best where to stimulate to get off. And if you reached your orgasm fast, he knew how horny you were since you were bad in edging yourself. You were too weak. Whenever you wanted something, you wanted it as soon as possible. The only person who could tease you and still hear a sincere ‘I love you’ afterwards was him. Only him.

With another smack on your ass, his hands found their way to your chest, now massaging your breasts with both hands and connecting your mouthes again. Taking your lower lip between his teeth, he groaned lowly, heightening your arousal even more.

“Ahh… baby….” you whined as you wanted more, still thinking of the condom beside your leg that was halfway ripped open. Soonyoung didn’t have to ask because he knew exactly what you wanted. Even though he wanted to tease you more, he felt a little impatient himself so he took the foil package and ripped it open.

Hearing it, you automatically stopped and lifted yourself so he could put the condom on. Seeing him do that, your mouth watered. You felt thankful that Soonyoung chose not to tease you today. You wanted to feel the delicious stretch and now you could finally get it.

“Get it, kitten.” He licked his lip while pumping himself, waiting for you to move and sink down on him. You didn’t need another word from him as you quickly moved and shuddered when the tip of his cock nudged your entrance, holding tightly onto his shoulders. You swallowed thickly before moving a little lower, feeling the head push in and out a little. It was like an unspoken ritual between the two of you. A little taste of what was to come. After a couple of seconds, you finally sank down on him with a high pitched gasp. Soonyoung let his head rest on the headboard, his neck on full display for you as you saw his adam’s apple bob up and down. He tried his best to suppress his swearings. No matter how often you two fucked each other, he would never get enough of this feeling. The feeling of your bodies being intertwined. Connected in the best way possible.

He couldn’t explain how you would still be this tight even after your longest session of 3 hours a year ago. Long teasing, long edging, the roles switched several times, there was the use of different toys, even a bigger dildo than his size but your walls would still swallow his cock the same way it did when you two had your first time.

After adjusting to him, you started riding him, switching from jumping up and down and rocking back and forth whenever your thighs started to burn. You put your hands on his chest and slowly scratched over it with your fingernails, causing him to snap his head and look at you with such a dark expression that you could have come right then and there. His eyes were half covered with his bangs as his eyes traveled lower to your breasts, leaning forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth and immediately sucking at it harshly, making you moan and wrapping your arms around his head. His other hand was pinching your other nipple and you had a difficult time to keep your rhythm.

You felt your sensitive nub rub against Soonyoung’s pelvis and the familiar fire became stronger. “F-fuck… just like that.” You couldn’t recognize your own voice. It was much higher. And then again, originally you wanted to have control today. You would agree instantly if anyone would ask you if you were sex addicted. Because sex with Soonyoung was the best you’ve ever had. He always made sure that you felt the same pleasure as him. That you would come the same amount as him or even more often. He wasn’t selfish at all and loved to make you feel good.

He bit down on your mound, making you whine surprised when suddenly he flipped you over so he was now hovering over you, smirking down. His lustful gaze made you instinctually press your thighs together to feel some friction but you couldn’t since his legs were between them. Carefully taking your hands and placing them above your head, he held them secure with one arm as he slowly pushed inside of you again. Your moans were swallowed in a heated kiss, Soonyoung didn’t waste any time because he instantly moved in and out if you, giving the penetration you needed and could never do the same when you were on top. It was less friction on your clit but when he wanted, he would hit that specific spot deep within that made you see stars. But for that, he had to thrust upwards a little.

The room was filled with noises of skin smacking against skin, your whines and his low moans. Also the bed which was slightly squeaking with every hard thrust. His cock slid in and out of your warm walls like the missing piece of a jigsaw. He fit perfectly and knew how to make you lose your mind. 2 years ago he told you that he could make you come without moving inside of you and he succeeded. First you were laughing over his words but when he continued to whisper filthy things in your ear, you got more and more aroused until you came with a high pitched scream of his name. He owned such power over you.

The moment you heard him growl like a tiger, you felt his teeth sink down on your neck and with a broken yelp, you arched your back, causing him to hit your g-spot with his next thrust and you choked on your own spit, not knowing if you wanted to get away or more of it. It felt too much to handle but at the same time you wanted more. His tongue licked over the bite mark, soothing the sting before sucking at another spot. Your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat and so was his. Soonyoung’s hips kept snapping against you, resulting in your moans rising in pitch. “You… feel so good…” he breathed hotly against your skin as he thrusted upwards, now without a break, over and over.

You gasped loudly and absentmindedly fought against his grip on your wrists, feeling the tension getting stronger. Your orgasm was close. Squeezing your eyes shut, your thighs started to shake while your boyfriend still fucked you hard and deep, chasing his own release. The way your walls literally sucked in his cock and how your legs were trembling made Soonyoung more than proud. That was his girl. His pretty little vixen.

Getting onto his knees, he grabbed your hips and fucked you in such a force, you had to silence your screams against the back of your hand which was secured over your mouth, your knuckles turning white as your other hand nearly ripped your sheets. Right before Soonyoung came, he licked his thumb and placed it on your clit, giving you the final stimulation before you two came almost at the same time, your walls milking him relentlessly. He felt how more and more cum filled the condom he was wearing, his abs twitching with every squirt.

Your legs couldn’t stop shaking even when Soonyoung slowed down his movements until he came to a halt. You both tried to catch your breaths, unable to speak. Neither of you moved for a while until he carefully pulled out of you, rubbing soothing circles over your hip. A soft shine left your lips when you felt empty again.

Your boyfriend rolled on his back beside you, a satisfied expression on his face. It took you a moment until your breathing was almost normal again and you felt the black haired boy next to you shift, making you open your eyes and look at him. He softly covered your arm with kisses until he reached your shoulder and nuzzled his face cutely against it like a cat. “It was amazing. It always is with you.”

Making a kissing face, he understood and gave you one. When your lips separated, your two smiled at each other. You loved him with every fibre in your body. The sweaty hair that was sticking at his face didn’t make him less attractive, instead it made Soonyoung even sexier.

Shaking you out of your lovey-dovey thoughts, he cocked his head to the microphone and you made an understanding noise. Slowly getting up as your legs and core were still sore.

You turned off the recording program and watched how the red light slowly faded. Soonyoung was propped on his elbows, his eyes on his softening cock. “You told me before that it’s addictive to update your blog and I have to agree. It’s like having sex in public but at the same time, it isn’t. Although….” He poked his cock, his finger touching the white fluid outside and inside the condom. “I wouldn’t mind, trying that out one day.” He looked at your back when you turned around to face him, a mischievous smile on your still swollen lips. “Me neither.”

Soonyoung clicked his tongue and winked at you, making you giggle. “Next time?”

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mrspanky · 3 years

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The Time We Lost: pt 2.

(Pt.1 here).

Jason Todd x Reader (female pov).

Content: Angst, language, and mentions of killing.

Readers note: I had fun with this hehe. It’s mostly just angst/romance and nothing explicit happens here but anyone is free to expand the end to nsfw content, I’m just not comfortable doing so personally. If you guys are interested I’ll do a part three! I’m loving this series so far and I have some ideas for continuations. Songs to listen to while reading: Honestly I just had Sober II (Melodrama) by Lorde on repeat while writing! Other songs I’d recommend that fit the storyline though, and not just the vibe, are are Scary Love by The Neighborhood, and If Only You Could Ease My Mind by Art of Sleeping.

𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫𓅫

You felt your face go white as you gaped at Jason entering the bedroom window. The red helmeted figure turned to face you and froze, standing tall and terrible, silhouetted by the storm outside sending lightning flashes through the sky. It felt like you were in a 1920’s horror movie. But you weren’t in a 20’s film, and the figure at the window was no Dracula. He didn’t move. “What are you doing here.” His voice was muffled because of the helmet and had a quality to it that told you he must have had a microphone in the mask he was using to make his voice clearer. It didn’t sound like him, but the way he pronounced his words was eerily the same as it had been. You shook off your nerves. “Hello to you too. You’ve been gone so long I thought it would’ve given you time to come up with a better opening line”.

You kicked yourself internally. You had no idea what mental state he was in, and here you were already giving him attitude. As you were worrying, he began to reach up to take off the helmet. A sense of dread overtook you. Would he be scarred? Would he even look like Jason anymore? He pulled it off slowly and ran his fingers through his hair. There was a grey streak in it that hadn’t been there before. “Wasn’t planning on seeing any of you again, sorry it slipped my mind.” Your heart sank. He looked so much older than he had, just as you’d noticed with yourself earlier in the mirror. Not in a wrong or crude way, necessarily, but it was a painful physical representation of the time you had both lost. “Were you just not going to let me know you were alive?” A strange sense of anger came over you. “Come on,” he smirked. “Did you really think I wouldn’t come back to haunt all you assholes?”

“So I’m an asshole now, is that it?” Casually, he took off his jacket and shirt and dropped them on the floor, then sat with his back to you on the bed, taking off his boots. “Maybe”. Infuriated, you exhaled sharply through your nose. “Jason, how the fuck am I the asshole here. You were gone for so long and then you just come back without a warning and start harassing Bruce, and you even have a new name and costume? I would’ve, and have killed during all this time just to hear your voice one more time. To hear you say you were ok. That you survived and that you were coming back...to...to us, ...but nothing! You were dead! We didn’t...we didn’t know. We couldn’t find you. We couldn’t find you, and then we all broke. I broke. And…” tears were streaming down your face. “...and...I’m sorry”. He was very still for a moment, and then he stood and walked to the window.

With his back still to you, he silently looked out at the storm still clashing outside. You stared at him, feeling hopeless. Suddenly, a sensation began to overcome you out of nowhere. Raising your hand to your forehead, you unexpectedly began to feel yourself sway, and you crashed to the floor out of exhaustion. Jason turned around quickly. Confusion and then fear overtook him. He approached you quickly and kneeling over you; he checked your pulse. Relief flooded him as he felt your heart beating steadily at your neck. “She was terrified,” he thought, cursing himself. “Way to go, fucking zombie.”

He hadn’t known you before to be someone easily scared, so he felt even more frustrated. “Why’d she have to come here. I didn’t need her to see me like this. Bruce deserves to see what he could’ve prevented happening if he didn’t have such a fucking stupid moral code, but she didn’t do anything wrong. Hell, she even said she’d killed. I don’t even want that for her, though. Damnit”. He looked down at your flushed face. Despite himself, he’d missed you. He carefully reached down and picked you up, walking over to the bed. He laid you down, trying to be as delicate as he could. “Well, this is a fucking mess,” he thought to himself.

You woke up in the middle of the night. Your head hurt, and you were somewhere you didn’t recognize. Dazedly, you sat up in the bed you were in and glanced around, trying to make out your surroundings in the light coming from the faint and soft city glow from the window. Your eyes landed on a figure on the other side of the bed from you, facing away from you. You jumped, startled by the unexpected sight. Quick as a flash, the figure turned over and pinned you to the bed. You looked into the eyes above. You recognized it to be Jason, as his eyes widened slightly, and he let you go and got off you, sitting up. You started to get up and back away. “Wait, I’m sorry,” he said. Without thinking, Jason reached out and embraced you.

This was so out of character, and both of you were intimately aware. The unspoken gravity of his action hung in the air. Well, it wasn't precisely out of character. Jason was born a naturally emotionally in-tune and affectionate person, but years of pain had given him walls that even he couldn't break down. You gasped and froze. It had been so long. He didn’t let go, partially because he was in shock from what he’d just done and partly because he was in shock from being this close to you for the first time in ages. You could smell his familiar scent of cigarette smoke and that musky cologne he’d been wearing for forever. You melted and began to cry silently. This was definitely the most you’d cried in a short period of time since you could remember. He tried to want to let go because of his fear of being truly intimate with people, but his feelings betrayed him, and he pulled you closer, holding you tightly as you clung to him just as tightly. His eyebrows furrowed in pain as he remembered against his own will how much he’d genuinely missed you. Before he had died, you had been the only person he could always count on, no matter what.

You softly lifted your hands and reached up, touching his face for the very first time. It was softer than you had expected, but you felt a few little scars. You stared into his intense blue eyes. They had a faint ring of hazel around the pupil, and it faded into tones of green that you’d never noticed before that meshed with the blue, creating a complex layering of colors that reminded you of the sky, sea, and earth, all coming to meet each other. He was so beautiful. Your stomach hurt from how badly you just wanted to absorb him to yourself forever and never let him be hurt again. You badly wanted to be closer to him, but you weren’t sure if kissing him was a good idea. He lightly inhaled, taken aback by your hand on his face, once again startled by the first positive physical contact he’d experienced since he couldn’t remember when. He gazed back at you, taking in every detail of your sad face. You were so ethereal in the lighting from the window, like a sorrowful angel from a stormy Renaissance painting.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He missed you. He really fucking missed you, and he wanted you. “Fuck it,” he thought. No more pushing this feeling down. Before he could change his mind, he reached forward and grabbed your face with both of his hands, sore from fighting but strong, and brought both of your lips into a harsh and desperate collision. You froze with shock, lighting spreading through your body. He was so strong and savage. And yet, he was tender. You felt that he’d been just as desperate for you as you’d been for him. “After all of the time we’ve lost,” you thought. You melted into him once more, kissing him back with the same level of desperation, as he brought his one hand to the back of your head and grabbed your hair, his other hand not leaving your cheek. You breathed heavily in between kisses. “This cannot be real,” you thought.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd romance #jason todd angst #jason todd fic #dc fic #red hood #red hood fic #red hood x reader #red hood x y/n

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deadontheinsidebut · 4 years

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Happy Anniversary, Salt-shaker

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: You and Tsukishima are celebrating your 2 year anniversary and he shows a side you’ve never seen before. (it’s summer and you both have just graduated from high school a month ago). It’s basically a day in a life with Tsukishima with a hint of soft boi :’)

Warning(s): soft Tsukki ☺

Words: 1.7k

a/n: ik it sounds kind of boring but I promise it’s cute!! Pls give it a read.

Today marks the two year anniversary for you and your boyfriend. It was the beginning of summer and the sun was starting to come out a lot more. As you stare outside your bedroom window, a sleepy voice muffles for you to shut the blinds and get back to bed. Sometimes, you forget how soft the snarky middle blocker is in the morning.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, is the sun bothering you?” You ask, snickering at his babyish antics.

“Mmph,” he murmurs something incoherent into the pillow.

You make your way over to your bed that was currently occupied by a certain blond haired boy.

“What was that, sweetie?” you say.

His arm extends quickly and pulls you into his arms. Your eyes are wide open in shock as he holds you like a teddy bear, his big form enveloping your petite one.

“Be quiet. It’s too early for this,” he mutters against your ear.

“But Tsukki-”

You were cut off by a pair of soft lips pressing onto the top of your head. The next kiss landed on your ear. He slowly makes his way down to your neck, his warm breath makes you blush.

“T-tsukki, what are you doing?”

“I told you to be quiet.”

You turn to face him and his eyes are half-closed. He lazily blinks and stares at you. The closeness between your faces makes your heart flutter. Two years have passed and you still get butterflies. A couple minutes of staring passes before Tsukishima begins talking again.

“Happy anniversary, idiot.”

You bury your face into his neck to hide your embarrassment.

“Where did all your sass go, princess?”

“Shut up,” you grumble.

You both lay there for what felt like eternity before your stomach grumbles.

You can feel the vibrations against your body as your boyfriend lets out a deep laugh.

“Lets get up and eat,” he decides for you.

The both of you are up and dressed now. You and Tsukki have got the house to yourselves since your parents were off vacationing somewhere in Hawaii and of course what better thing to do than to call your boyfriend over and have a sleepover?

His sluggish romantic side was gone the moment you both left the bed. He was back to his smart-mouthed self and you didn’t mind. After all, that’s exactly why you fell in love with him in the first place.

You’re slaving away in the kitchen trying to make an English breakfast when Kei comes over to you with a cup of warm tea. He’s smirking at your distress because he knows how much you hate cooking in the morning. He would offer to help you, but seeing you scrambling (pun intended) around the kitchen trying to find the eggs was much more endearing.

Eventually, you do finish making the food and you two settle down to enjoy breakfast. Eating with Tsukishima is usually filled with silence as he liked to enjoy his meal in peace. He has his signature headphones over his ears and is humming along to the music. You watch his relaxed demeanor and can’t help but sigh softly at him. This makes him look up at you and smirk once again.

“What are you looking at, you weirdo?”

“Hmph, why do you have to make everything sound bad, Tsukki?” You whine playfully.

You’re munching on your bread when you feel a foot rest under yours from beneath the table. Your shocked eyes make their way up to look at the salt-shaker, but his eyes are focused on his food. You decide to take his strange form of affection in stride and continue to happily eat your breakfast.

Since the sun was shining so brightly on your anniversary, you decided to take advantage of it and have a picnic at the park. Hand in hand, you two made your way down the trail of the park. The flowers surrounding you two alone was enough to bring a smile to your face.

“Keiiiiiiii,” you drag out his name.

He’s looking at you suspiciously because you only say his name like that when you want something.

“Pick me a flower!” You exclaim.

You don’t actually expect him to comply but...

“Tch, stupid,” he responds as he bends over to pick up an iris. The light purple colour was so much more beautiful in the sunlight and your eyes glimmered in excitement at the romantic gesture. You open your palms awaiting the flower, but Tsukishima had other plans. He gently places it behind your ear and fondles your hair.

God, you can’t get enough of him. And he can’t stop smirking at your bashful face.

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes your hand again and leads you over to an empty spot of grass. You spread the picnic blanket across the grass and you both sit facing each other on it. You two are eating the basic pb and j sandwiches when a ball is kicked in your face. Tsukki quickly turns his head in the direction that the ball was coming from, his face looking like he was going to punish whoever was at fault for hurting his precious girlfriend.

A little boy rushes over to retrieve his ball and apologize for the incident but Tsukishima was not having it. His eyes are staring daggers at the poor boy and you can see the kid cowering at the sight. You quickly step in front of your boyfriend and the boy and smile at him.

“It’s alright! Don’t worry about it!” You reassure the boy and he takes this chance to run away.

Tsukki is quick to spin you around and check your head for any bruises. After a million “I’m okays” and him chastising you for not and dodging the ball, you both settle down and finish the picnic. You soak up the July sun and wish this day could last forever minus the ball to the head.

It was almost 6pm and you both had booked a room at a karaoke bar. This was your idea. Tsukishima just grumbled and went along with it because he wanted you to be happy (hehe). When you two get there, you sing the first song. He’s laid back against the couch watching you prance around the room enthusiastically. His eyes are on your every move and you start to slow down at his intense gaze. He’s entranced by you. You’re everything he wants. you notice this and take this chance to sit on his lap playfully while singing loud and proud. His arms make its way around your waist and you lean down for kiss. But before your lips could touch, you pull away and the song ends. He’s grumbling at your tease and you laugh as you get off.

“Your turn!” You declare, once again not expecting him to actually get up and grab the microphone out of your hand and whisper in your ear,

“It’s payback time, princess.”

It’s safe to assume that he only calls you by that pet name when he’s scheming as well. The song he’s chosen echoes around the room and the tune of “Love Story” by Taylor Swift is heard. Obviously, you are as surprised because you didn’t even know that he knew this song considering his opposite-of-anything-sweet personality.

As he belts the lyrics of the song, he takes your hand in his and stares deep into your eyes. He does not need the lyrics, you notice. He sings “marry me y/n you’ll never have to be alone..” and his eyes hold so much conviction that you almost believe him. Your heart is fluttering wildly and you leap into his arms. He catches you with one arm. The song has finished and your bodies are intertwined in a lover’s embrace.

Tsukishima makes the first move and shifts your weight so that you’re resting on one leg as he reaches into the carry-along bag he had. He pulls out a pair of headphones that look similar to his except that they were tinted pink. He hands them to you and you examine them carefully. On one of the muffs were your names etched in the center. You gasp at his intricate gift.

“Now you can listen to music too instead of just staring at my face like a weirdo,” he comments, his signature smirk right on his face.

Your face heats up.

“SHUT UP BAKASHIMA,” but your face is buried in his neck. You appreciate him so much.

“Oh! I have your gift too!”

“I told you not to get me anything,” he mutters, but you can see a faint smile on his face.

Your hands reveal a beautiful watch that opens up to display a picture of you two smiling and looking at each other lovingly.

“This picture was from our one year anniversary..” his voice trails off and pink dusts his cheek.

“Yup! You can replace it with any picture later on, but I love this one so-”

Your words are cut off as he pulls you towards him. He’s warm. His fingers press into your back. One hand releases you and pulls you away so he can place his hand on your cheek. He gently caresses your face and his eyes hold absolute adoration. Slowly, as though he were holding a doll, he pulls you in and your lips finally meet. The kiss is soft and delicate. You close your eyes and hum against his mouth. He deepens the kiss and in that moment, you knew this was exactly where you were meant to be.

You two make your way home, genuine smiles plastered on your faces, each other’s gifts in hand. After you two had showered and gotten into clean clothes, you’re back onto the bed but this time, there is no sun. Despite that, the moon is shining just as brightly. It held a kind of mysterious aura to it and it made the atmosphere so much more intimate. You’re cuddling with your back to his chest when he turns you to face him.

“Did you have fun today?” He asks you.

“Mhm,” you mumble into his chest.

“I love you, y/n.”

Your eyes shoot up and look into Tsukki’s eyes. There is nothing but complete love in them.

“L-love you too, K-kei,” you stutter back.

This Tsukki was different. He was oh so romantic. Perhaps it was the summer’s spell that was influencing your salty boyfriend, but you wanted to savour it.

“Happy anniversary, idiot”

“Happy anniversary, Salt-shaker”

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willymywonkers · 4 years

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Experiments

Summary: A flashback to when Wonka first opened up his factory, and his relationship with his partner and close friend, Maude, were all the rage. A new guy pulls into town and has his sights set on Maude. Drama ensues.

A/N: Oof, I apologize if the ending feels a little rushed. I should say this fic does have a bittersweet feel to it, but that's how I like it lol. I am working on rewriting one of my other fics because honestly I think I've gotten better at writing Wonka, lol

Willy Wonka made headlines around the world when he opened the largest chocolate factory ever in history. He stood proudly in front of the looming building as the press went wild.

People stood all around the factory, celebrating such a momentous occasion. Especially, Maude Figgle, who stood right in front of the crowd, chewing on a piece of gum.

While chocolate was Willy's main passion, Maude helped out in crafting different kinds of gum. She even invented a kind of gum that would never loss its flavor. The press never seemed to care much about her, even though she was the brains behind most of his famous candies.

"Hello, and thank you for coming." Willy began to speak on a podium. He began adjusting the microphone. He took out several notecards, flipping through each of them.

Finally, he spoke again. "It is with great honor that I, Willy Wonka, have finally opened the largest chocolate factory in the world. Candy has always been my passion since I was a little boy, and I couldn't have done it alone. Maude Figgle, my very good friend and partner, has done so many things to help me on this incredible journey that I could never imagined of doing it on my own. Now, without a further ado, Wonka's factory is now opened!"

The crowd cheered as Willy stood up and cut the rope of his shiny new factory.

Maude ran up the steps, waving to the crowd. She hugged Willy, tightly.

Will was a bit surprised at the hug. He chuckled nervously, hugging Maude back.

It was the happiest day of their lives.

Will sat in his office, admiring all the workers below. After just a few months, people already seemed to enjoy working at the factory. Will would go down from his office sometimes, and test the different samples that people had made.

Maude was usually in the experiment room, where she made most of her breakthroughs. She was currently testing out a type of rock candy that projected different kinds of emotions.

"Maude, if you keep chewing that gum, your jaw will close shut, haha." Will said, jokingly.

"Yeah, says who, Smartypants?" Maude chuckled, and continued chewing.

Gum seemed to be the only thing that keep her focus. Ever since she was a little girl, she had a habit of chewing gum. She would chew faster if she was nervous or extremely focused. When she didn't have gum to chew, Maude would chew on her hair, pencils, or anything to keep her mind to focus.

Willy's stance on gum was obvious. He hated the stuff, but when it came to Maude, he seemed to tolerate it a lot more.

"Whatcha working on?" Will asked, leaning over Maude's shoulder.

"None of your business." Maude scoffed.

Will pouted, crossing his arms. "Haha, jokes on you. This factory is my business."

"Oh, of course, Mr. International Hotshot." Maude pushed Will gently to the side, and grabbed a few chemicals from behind him.

"You better believe it, missy." Willy looked to the experimentation table. There seemed to be a rock that was glowing pink.

"What does that mean?" Will asked, looking to Maude.

"It's emotional rock candy. You just touch it, and it'll glow whatever color you're feeling." Maude said, excited at her new invention. "It's like a mood ring."

"Uh-huh, and what does pink mean?" Will asked, again, placing his gloved hand on the rock.

Maude blushed, slightly. "Um, it's usually referred to the feeling of love or well happiness. It's kinda not really completed yet."

The rock candy began to shake as well as turn several different colors.

Maude gulped, grabbing Will to the ground. The rock exploded and bits of rock candy seemed to blow everywhere.

Luckily, there wasn't any other workers nearby, but Maude and Willy.

Willy grabbed his cane, and started laughing. "That was magnificent! We should do that again, but next time we should add different labels on the colors."

Maude chuckled as well. "Hehe, of course."

"Yes, we should definitely do that when I get back from India."

Maude's smiled quickly faded. "Leaving? To India?"

"Prince Pondicherry asked me to build him a palace entirely made out of chocolate." Willy chuckled. "It's really a strange request, is it not?"

"Yes, but, who will be in charge when you're gone?"

"You will, of course."

Maude's eyes widened as Willy headed out the door. "But, wait, why me?"

"Why not you? You're the only gosh darn person I'd trust to run this entire factory."

Maude smiled, slightly. She seemed a little troubled. "I'll do my best, Will."

He smiled back at her, pulling her into a hug.

Maude hesitantly hugged back. She looked up at the chocolateir's face. He looked young and bright. His lips were almost kissable. His hair was all short and crooked.

Maude pulled out of the hug and looked away. The very words "I love you" hung to her tongue, as Willy walked out of the factory.

"Good luck, Will."

A few weeks later, the press were hounding the factory, curious to where the chocolateir went off to.

Maude tried to maintain her composure without him, but it was no use to the press. They liked to dismiss her like she was some secretary. It annoyed her at times.

Even some of the workers in the factory didn't seem to care that she was in charge. They would say revolting things behind her back. Soon she didn't show up to the break room anymore. She started chewing her gum a lot faster.

"Um, excuse me, miss." A man said, knocking on the door of Wonka's office.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Wonka isn't here right now. Is there anything I can help you with?" Maude asked, opening the door for the man.

"No, actually. I was just looking for you." The man stammered.

The man seemed to have red hair, with captivating green eyes.

"Well, is there anything that you need help with, sir?" Maude repeated.

"Um, I apologize if this comes off as a bit dodgy, but I wanted to ask if you'd get drinks with me later?"

Maude crossed her arms at the offer. "I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to decline, because I've got lots of work to catch up on."

The man still insisted. "The drinks would be on me."

"Uh-huh. Another thing is I don't even know your name." Maude said, rolling her eyes.

"It's Ron, Ron Duncan." The man stuck out his hand.

She looked at his hand, and raised an eyebrow. "Maude Figgle. Now, I'm really swamped with work, if you'll excuse me."

"Look, I get that you're busy, but, I really admire your since I was a kid. In my opinion, you'd be better off without Wonka." The man turned to leave.

Maude stopped whatever she was doing and looked at him. "That's very kind of you. You know what, sure, I'll go."

"Great, then it's a date." Ron smiled at her and walked off.

From that first meeting, Maude didn't expect to be in a relationship with him. Ron seemed so nice and caring, but there was something off about him. She didn't exactly know what, but she did have a feeling that his intentions were cloudy.

When Willy got back from India, he was greeted by a tight hug from Maude.

"Ah, it's good to be back after such a long time. India is scolding hot, you know." Willy said, as he hugged Maude back.

"There's someone I want you to meet." She smiled at Will, bringing him over to Ron.

Willy's smile faltered, when she gave Ron a kiss on the cheek. "Heh, hi."

"This is Ron. He's my boyfriend." Maude said, holding onto Ron's hand.

Ron stuck out his hand for Will to shake it. Will hesitantly shook it with a disgusted look on his face.

"I find it extraordinary that after all this time you guys held up your friendship." Ron smiled. It seemed to have a sour connotation to it.

Will smiled back, just as sourly. "Uh-huh, yeah. We've had the same dream since we were kids."

Ron's smile disappeared, slightly. He gave Maude another kiss before heading off. It made Will grimace slightly, as Ron walked off.

Will didn't know how to describe it, but he didn't like Ron. In fact, he grew to despise him, but he just didn't know why.

Whenever he would see Maude all lovey dovey with Ron, it just made Will sick to his stomach. Soon, candy sales began to drop. His chocolate just wasn't tasting as good as it used to.

It started getting worse when spies began stealing his life's work. The only thing that kept him afloat was Maude.

One day, Maude announced that she was getting engaged. However, she didn't seem too thrilled about it.

Willy picked up on it right away. She didn't seem to want anything to do with him anymore.

Maude began to distance herself from Will more and more. He felt more hollow without her.

During the wedding, Will showed up to walk Maude down the aisle.

"H-hey, Maude." He began.

"Yes?" She answered.

Will couldn't get over how she looked in her wedding dress. Her hair was done up all nice, and her lips looked almost kissable. He placed his gloved hand on her cheek, as the words "I love you" hung on the tip of his tongue.

"Good luck." He said, as he walked her down the aisle.

#catcf #catcf 2005 #willy wonka #maude figgle #maude and willy #catcf fan character #catcf oc #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka x oc

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x-lulu · 4 years

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gurl 1-99 I dare you😄

haha no if that's too much just 1, 2, 24, 32, 77, 85, 95

well I finally answered them all babe, took me a week haha 💗

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? world away by tonight alive, you give love a bad name by bon jovi, amnesia by five seconds of summer, had enough by lower than atlantis, take it out on me by thousand foot krutch, if I could fly by one direction, I just named the first that popped in my head

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? YOU

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17? a wind came in off the harbour, bringing the smell of the sea

4: What do you think about most? I’m an overthinker with anxiety so yeah I think about everything a lot, so I wouldn’t know what I think about most

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? just an okay haha

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on? with, an oversized shirt and underwear

7: What’s your strangest talent? latin maybe?

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence) I don’t know rock? I’m not really the kind of person that puts a gender in things

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? uhm I don’t think so, now I feel unimportant haha

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar? I’m more an using a hairbrush as a microphone kind of girl

11: Do you have any strange phobias? probably, I’m scared of a lot of things

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? don’t think so

13: What’s your religion? officially I’m Christian, I’m a bit searching for what I believe in tho, I do believe in jezus but not like walking on water and coming back from the death, I might believe in the Greek gods and nature gods

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? enjoying the fresh air, going for a walk/ride and look at cute animals

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? behind

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? even if you kill me I don’t know what band to say

17: What was the last lie you told? I lied about not being sad

18: Do you believe in karma? I don’t know, sometimes, but like there are people who’ve done terrible things, where is their karma?

19: What does your URL mean? it’s just my nickname, I didn’t want to make it fandom related because I’m a multi fandom and I didn’t want to have to change my url a lot, I also didn’t want to put my real name because I don’t want people to find me who I know in real life haha

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? my insecurity is my greatest weakness I think, I don’t know my greatest strength... maybe being a person who people feel loved and welcome by? Idk if people feel that way and idk if it’s a strength. If I’m gonna be poetic I have to say my greatest weakness and strength are both that I love someone with my whole heart, when I start loving you, I love you so much, I would do anything for you, but when someone fucks up, I’ll still love them even tho they don’t deserve it, so that comes with a lot of pain so yeah a weakness and a strength

21: Who is your celebrity crush? rudy pankow and dylan obrien

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping? yes

23: How do you vent your anger? I keep everything to myself till I explode and start screaming

24: Do you have a collection of anything? music records, stones and just memories from places I’ve been to

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? neither? If I’m comfortable I do enjoy video chatting especially in times like these where you can’t speak in real life

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become? this is hard one, I’ve never been happy with who I am, I do like me better than who I used to be

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? sound I love is when you’re walking trough the woods just the birds, can’t think of one I hate, I definitely have some they just don’t come to mind rn

28: What’s your biggest “what if”? what if I keep going through and it doesn’t get better

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? yes and yes/maybe

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. my laptop and my pillow

31: Smell the air. What do you smell? flowers

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to? xanten

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? uhm west coast? Idk haha

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? harry styles is the first one that pops in my head

35: To you, what is the meaning of life? to find love, can be someone something, experience things that make you happy, enjoy it, learn, better the world

36: Define Art. creating something, it can have a meaning but it also can’t, a lot of people give it a deep meaning, which can be it, I just think art doesn’t always have to be deep are spectacular it can be someone making something because they have so much going in their head and they find peace in creating art and get inspired by their own experience, people also can it just do for fun, there are so many different kind of art and artists, I don’t think it can’t be defined

37: Do you believe in luck? I don’t know

38: What’s the weather like right now? rainy

39: What time is it? 9:54 pm

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? no licence

41: What was the last book you read? a fanfic on Wattpad fight or flight by ffsumth

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline? yes 🙈

43: Do you have any nicknames? lu and lulu obviously, loesje , samantha, pinguïn, polar bear, you called me lulu bear hehe

44: What was the last film you saw? I don’t remember...

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? uhm ive broken a few things, my toes and my arm, but nothing really bad actually

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly? no, I don’t want to, I have seen some really close, they’re beautiful

47: Do you have any obsessions right now? again you haha, but like all the stuff I post on here are my obsessions

48: What’s your sexual orientation? I don’t know, I think straight, but I don’t know for sure

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you? yeah

50: Do you believe in magic? I’m not certain, maybe I do :) I do live by the saying ‘just because you haven’t seen it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist’

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? sadly yes, like I won’t be mean to you or anything, but I will never ever trust you again, if I’m hurt I’m hurt and sadly I haven’t found a way yet to leave it behind, so I’m feeling a lot of pain and I’m never gonna forget that pain, so yeah...

52: What is your astrological sign? capricorn

53: Do you save money or spend it? uhm both? depends on how I feel and what time of the year it is, I have the bad habit to save it for a few months and then spend a lot of it

54: What’s the last thing you purchased? a apple pen so I can start trying digital art

55: Love or lust? love

56: In a relationship? with you hehe

57: How many relationships have you had? none official relationships, I’m just not lovable okay leave me alone haha

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue? no oops

59: Where were you yesterday? home, school, therapy

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? a pillow

61: Are you wearing socks right now? no

62: What’s your favourite animal? polar bears

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? no idea haha, I don’t have one

64: Where is your best friend? at home, like 20min away

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr. this is hard so I’m just gonna name the first five that come in my head @nxsmss @rafej-cambanks @thegreatestofheck @chrlsgillespie @nedleed

66: What is your heritage? I don’t know 🤷‍♀️

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? sleeping, I had to get up early today

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name? never thought about it

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? no

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? Is it bad to say yes? I mean I hate myself but I do think I’m a good friend

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? save the dog obviously!!!!

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? I think I would tell people, I’m not sure, but like so have people got the time to say goodbye the way they want to, I would travel the world I think, do everything on my bucket list, maybe some illegal stuff 🙈 (where no one gets hurt tho obviously), I don’t think I would be afraid... I mean I’m suicidal, I’ve literally been connected to death my whole life, if you understand what I mean

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. uhm trust I think? If I would have love but don’t have trust I wouldn’t really feel loved anyway, I do really want to experience how it feels like to be loved tho...

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? the first song that came to mind is love my life by Robbie Williams, I rarely listen to it, but the lyrics really gives a boost of happiness and confidence

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? 51 54

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? loyalty and trust, you don’t have to agree on everything or be interested in the same things, you do have to be there for each other

77: How can I win your heart? YOU ALREADY HAVE

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity? yes I think so

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? to get dogs

80: What size shoes do you wear? uhm 38 eu, 4,5 uk and 7 us

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? a loving ... I hope to be a loving daughter, friend, wife and mother, someone who was always there for others

82: What is your favourite word? fuck haha, no idk but that is definitely a word I use a lot

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. pain....

84: What is a saying you say a lot? enjoy the little things

85: What’s the last song you listened to? ignorance by paramore

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours? uhm I do love black, I also like pastels and like a turquoise kind of colour

87: What is your current desktop picture? me and my friend

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? no one, there are a lot of people who did wrong, the need to be in jail, but I’m not saying someone deserves to die

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? what goes on in my head, how I’m feeling

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do? scream probably haha

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? teleportation, I would travel the world haha

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? when I was in Ireland by the cliffs of moher

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? uhm this is a hard one, maybe seeing my father almost dying? (he is okay btw, we were lucky), I’ve had nightmares and anxiety ever since

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? I find this so weird to say for some reason... if I have to give a name it would be harry styles I think, because damn look at that man, but I don’t know, I would rather be friends with him than sleep with him tbh, I know you can do both haha, but idk I’m not like yes I want to sleep with him haha, I think I’ve read too many fanfics about him that I would find it awkward

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? ice land or canada

96: Do you have any relatives in jail? don’t think so, not close ones anyway

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car? no, I got out in time haha

98: Ever been on a plane? yes, when I went on a trip to georgia in west asia

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? you’re all ignorant assholes haha, no idk what I would say, there are a lot of good people on this world I know, but man there is some fucked up shit, so maybe I would educate some people or it would have something to do with mental health, maybe about loving yourself or that it’s not a sign of weakness and that we should be treated as equals to physical pain, we should be taken seriously... I don’t really know, there are so many things haha

#asks #lara #games

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bubblyani · 5 years

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Treasure You (Pt. 2)

(Lucifer Morningstar x Reader)

Part Two Of Lucifer Morningstar Two Shot

Rating : Mature

Author’s Note: So happy of how this part came about. Every moment I spent writing this was precious. Filled with right amount of Angst, Fluff and Smut, hope y’all enjoy this! 😈❤️

Part 1 HERE

With your legs shaking frantically, You were suddenly aware of the flesh covered frame that was your body even more. Staring at the sky through the glass window, you clearly felt alone enough to reminisce all that happened out loud. The sting that his stubble left on the soft skin of your neck, every inch of your thighs that received his touch were evident souvenirs. Souvenirs of the impossible and unexpected.

A little part of you longed to jump up and down, squeal in glee. But you wholeheartedly didn’t want to. Because it didn’t feel right.

Your logical reasoning made you question yourself: What are you really doing?

Putting your legs down, you sat right up. Exactly, why were you wasting your time sitting up here all alone, whilst the life of the party was downstairs. The ‘Life’ that was wrapped around your body a few minutes ago, to be exact.

Smoothing your hair, straightening your dress, reapplying your lipstick, your heels clicked as you rushed to the elevator.

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The elevator doors opened with their usual ding, revealing the amorous spectacle that was LUX. Only that your ears didn’t drown in loud music, but with just one voice commanding the room instead.

You froze. It was his voice.

“…and it is my great pleasure to have you all here tonight. Though I’ll be more than pleased to have you all here ever night...”

Laughter erupted from the crowd as Lucifer’s velvet voice continued to fill in, his humor amplified through the microphone.

Stepping out of the elevator, you saw him standing a few feet away to your right. As he raised his glass, Lucifer grinned to his fullest.

“Cheers...”

“CHEERS!” The crowd replied with glee, and with his signal, the music made its entrance, joyous cries were met, and the party began.

You realized how even the simplest words sounded undeniably pleasing in his voice. Like how you realize it over and over again.

You watched him glide down the stairs , walking into the crowds with ease, with confidence. Dozens of glasses clicked to satisfaction, while dozen pair of eyes were blessed with his flashing smile. Surely the loins of all occupants would catch on fire, and he would be to blame. Chuckling, you had to admit, you were always impressed by his charm.

Spinning around, Lucifer’s eyes suddenly caught your own, and you were surprised when he froze in response. His joyous expression had vanished, replaced with a serious one instead. Your heart grew heavy to see him look so vulnerable, as if he just let his guard down. This was not what you wanted from him. Turning away, you descended down the stairs in a flash, hoping to relieve him.

Should I just go?

Settling on an empty corner of a couch, you took in a deep breath, wondering why you thought that, and whether you should really act on it. Looking up, you longed to be distracted by the music that moved the bodies in hypnosis. Tapping your feet, you drank in how each frame moved in its own groove. It made you smile for a minute. For it was not so long before when you found yourself dancing here for the first time ever. You remembered oh so clearly.

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(A few months ago, LUX)

The wait outside was so worth it, for you were clearly having a great time at LUX. Upon your friend’s insistence, you may have stepped out the apartment with hesitation but you didn’t regret it one bit. Drowning in your own screams of happiness , flashing lights had nothing on you as a brighter smile flashed across your face while your limbs moved to the rhythm. You didn’t deny that more people stepped into the dance floor once you warmed it up a bit. When you danced, you danced your worries away. The fire you had in you was not containable. And you could do nothing but cause Forrest fires wherever you extended your arms or swayed your hips.

“Oh my god...”

“It’s him...it’s him”

“He’s so hot”

The sudden shrill of your friends voices irritated you whilst your body rolled.

“Guys…” you panted, turning to face them “What the hell-“

You fell silent, upon seeing the figure that stood before you.

If Tall, Dark and Handsome had an official visual description, he would be the clear winner.

“I’m afraid you’re making us all look bad” He said,with his evident British accent.

“Huh?” Genuine concern filled your face. But he merely smiled in return. Your friend was right. He was hot.

“My dancers…” he said, pointing at the women on the boxes, “...you’re making them look bad. Are you trying to steal their jobs?” He asked teasingly, his smile never leaving.

“Oh haha…” you laughed, covering your mouth “ that…I mean this…hehe” you looked down embarrassingly, “I thought you were being serious for a moment there…”

“Well I am…” the man replied, making you look back at him with raised eyebrows “I couldn’t help but be fascinated by what I just saw earlier ...you’re...quite the gifted dancer, filled with the vigor I truly admire in you humans”

You chuckled, “You humans ? What are you? An alien?”

“Oh the Devil in fact...” he grinned widely.

Shaking your head, you said, “Well...the best moves are not for...everyone”

“Oh my…” you heard the sensuality in his curious tone, “... only the exclusive ones then?”

With hands on your waist, you took one more step, until you were merely inches away from his beautiful face.

“Just the one…” you purred, “...whoever is lucky”

“Ooooh...” he purred back, not holding anything back.

You swore his lips never looked so clear as it grew closer to yours.

Until you suddenly giggled.

“Ahahah…Was I doing it right?” You chuckled. Forcing him to furrow his eyebrows with confusion.

“Doing what?”

“Flirting...” you laughed, “...I’m really sorry...I’m normally not so good at it”

Realizing the situation, he laughed along with you.

“Well I find that hard to believe...” he said, extending his hand, “...Lucifer Morningstar”

“Y/N Y/L/N!” You said, holding his hand with no hesitation, “Very...very nice to meet you”

Suddenly you felt like your body and soul was a magnet, for you could not help but be drawn to him. But you knew it was clearly lust sneak attacking you.

“Please...Allow me to get the next round ladies” Lucifer hailed the bartender, inciting cries of from your friends.

“Oh Wow…”

“Thank you Lucifer”

Smiling with soft eyes, you were definitely pleased with the result. And suddenly it was not lust that kept you company.

The DJ managed to get your attention out of the blue.

“Oh man…” you closed your eyes, “I loove this song!”

Throwing your hands up in the air, you spun around, tip toeing over to the dance floor once more. All your friends however, flocked around Lucifer like bees to honey. Their eyes were filled with desire that he wasn’t a stranger to. Therefore, your warm joyous ones proved to be more interesting.

It was only later that night on the way home, one of your drunk yet envious friends accidentally remarked how Lucifer Morningstar turned out to be worse than expected.

“What? How is it possible? I find that hard to believe...”

“Yeah, I bet it’s hard when you’re too busy dancing to even notice”

“What could he have possibly done? Did he grope someone?” You asked mockingly.

“Pft...he barely even paid any attention to any of us...”

“Well he’s a club owner...if he was looking at his phone ...maybe he was working probably...I don’t know”you said, taking a sip of your beer.

“Yeah...working his eyes on you...”

“Wha?...”your eyes widened, “Really?...” which came out softer than expected. Where did all the alcohol go? As you felt suddenly sober. Your friend nodded, snatching your bottle away while the other hailed a cab.

Shaking your head frantically, you rubbed your eyes.

Nope, that’s not possible.

Your curiosity didn’t stop you from stopping by the club again one night. Only it wasn’t the same.

“Ah...Ms. Y/L/N! You’re back!”

Lucifer Morningstar welcomed you with literal open arms the moment you stepped inside.

“Yeah...had quite a tiring day at work so...why not blow off some steam!” You smirked, as he guided you to the bar “although something strange did happen earlier...”

“Oh? ...do tell” he said with curiosity, ordering drinks while you sat.

“Donald from outside...he immediately recognized me. Didn’t even let me wait on queue...” you chuckled, nodding to thank the bartender once you received your drink, suddenly making you pause. “As if ...someone...remembered” you slowed down, realization rich in your voice as you looked at Lucifer’s proud face. With a low chuckle, he winked, making you catch your breath for a second.

“Well I couldn’t really forget a beautiful face...or...your face to be exact”

“Hah...smooth move!”!

“Well you can’t blame me for trying...” he said, raising his glass.

“To a new friendship” he said.

You raised yours along with him.

“To Ms. Y/L/N!” He added. You shook your head.

“Y/N...please” you corrected, longing to hear him call out your name. Looking into your warm eyes, he toasted as the glasses clinked.

“Y/N...”

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(Present)

“Y/N!”

You were awakened from your short reminiscence as you heard Maze’s voice next to you. The beautiful young woman stood there, shoving a glass of whiskey in your hand.

“You look like you could use a drink” she said coolly.

“Thanks… I guess” you said, accepting it. With a slight nod, she left your sight.

No matter what she thought of you, you always adored Maze. You admired her ferocity and strength, and you certainly thought her to be beautiful.

Watching the ice cubes swim in the whiskey glass, you sighed heavily. You wanted to drink so badly.You wished to take in sips, with each sip helping you to wash away every single shitty feeling. But at the same time, you didn’t feel like it.

Everything felt so contradictory. It all felt uneasy, unanswered. You didn’t know what to do.

Before you worry yourself to exhaustion, you took a huge gulp.

Seeing Lucifer amongst those lucky women, seeing him play his flirtatious charm, seeing those innocent yet lust inducing touches here and there, left you a burn in your heart which did not seem so different from the burn you felt down your throat from that sip of whiskey.

Those burns revealed nothing but jealousy. You wished you were as carefree and adventurous as they were, for if you were you would certainly be there amongst them, happy and entranced.

But instead, there you were. Sitting on the corner, confused and envious, longing for him like an addict in withdrawal. Wishing he’d look your way with a smile instead of uncertainty.

What have you done?

Did you officially lose that close relationship you managed to build with this man?

Ever since your acquaintance, it did not take long for the both of you to form a special friendship. One where you two would unknowingly end up sharing countless nights sharing his stories and adventures with Detective Decker over glasses of whiskey or cups of tea at his penthouse. He would lean more towards the whiskey while you’d insist he cut down for the sake of his health.

“Bloody Hell! What are you ? My mother?” He’d laugh.

“If being concerned makes me your mother...so be it!” You’d say, as you involuntarily pinch his cheek.

“Ooops...” you’d say, “ that’s the whiskey in my tea acting out” giggling, you’d fall off your chair, erupting more laughter from him.

You chuckled, never tired of that wonderful memory. But that chuckle suddenly faded for it was merely just a memory now.

Should I just go?

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Hours passed, and yet the party spirit continued to conquer the night. LUX was never a disappointment.

While the others indulged in a constant high, you were definitely stewing in an all time low. Your mind filled with a dozen questions.

Were you wrong to act out? To step out of the line?

Will awkward silences and nervous glances forever replace the warm greetings and passionate conversations? You dreaded it.

And just like that, another nightmare was just added to your list.

Should I just go?

Yes, maybe you should, You thought. Unmoved from your seat the whole evening, you certainly did feel like a complete fool that night.

Getting up in an instant, you walked towards the stairs with a heavy heart. If you leave now, you could at least cry yourself to sleep alone. Yes there will be tears, but at least it’ll help you sleep faster.

Just the thought of it made your nose itch, you wanted to disappear into thin air.

But you suddenly felt a strong grip on your wrist, pulling you back. Automatically turning, you found it was Lucifer standing next to you.

“Lucifer!” You exclaimed. His eyes remained serious and his grip remained tight. Was he watching you all this time?

But before you could speak further, you felt him drag you back from the stairs. Walking through the intoxicated crowds, you followed him with complete confusion.

“Uh...” you began, “Lucifer ...what’s going on?”

Every woman you passed shot nothing but looks of intense jealousy. Surprising how Lucifer Morningstar brought out the sin in everyone. He did not take you to the bar, nor to the dance floor, not even to the piano. Instead you climbed upstairs with him, only to face the elevator doors opening up before the both of you.

“Seriously...” you murmured with concern, as you both entered, “you’re making me worried now Lucifer...”

His gaze on you intensified as seconds went by, and the moment those doors closed, you felt your wrist being set free.

Allowing Lucifer to cup your face, capturing your lips with his instead.

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Sweet reminiscence bounced back to you as your lips made its entrancing journey with Lucifer’s own once again. His kisses had literal addiction written on them, intoxicating you more and more. Everything you could be, you became. You melted, you were intoxicated, you were liberated.

Seemed like you felt like a fool for clearly nothing.

With the elevator doors opening to his penthouse, Lucifer slowly guided you inside, lips still glued to yours with devotion.

The way he held you, safety was the only word you could describe it.

You felt him lowering himself slightly, just so that he could lift you up with ease, wrapping your legs around him. Lost in his lips, you hadn’t the slightest clue of your location until he finally broke away, setting you on top of the bar table.

Perched on the table with your legs spread wide, you sat there, with a face so flushed, and lips gratefully swollen. Heavy pants filled the background as he looked up at your state. For a second you felt like a part of divinity, for his gaze was filled with faith. Finally getting some strength in, you pushed yourself off the table, lightly landing on your tipped toes to find yourself standing in front of him. You found it adorable how he mildly reacted to your landing, making sure you’re alright. Hands infected with life, your slowly extended them out. Fingertips impatiently rested on his chest, grazing, moving further out till you were successfully able to push the jacket off his torso.

Lucifer Morningstar need not strip to arouse you, for his simple yet sophisticated white shirt covering his Adonis like frame sufficed more than ever. Grabbing you by the waist, his lips engulfed yours, inciting a gasp from you. This time his lips took their sweet time, as if he had all the time in the world. They even went far as to slowly allow his tongue take part, letting it beg its way into your own. You moaned as they entwined, deepening the kiss, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck to bring yourself closer. He may be savoring but he certainly did not waste his time either, for Lucifer’s hands found its way around the zipper of your dress, gently unzipping it down. You suddenly shivered by the contact of his fingers on your now-exposed back, making him break away with a concerned look.

“You okay?” He asked breathlessly. The softness in his voice was filled with intimacy that you had not experienced before. And you must admit it quite suited him as well. Flames birthed in you with such strength you did not need to reply with words. Pulling him back, you kissed him with enough passion to assure him you were more than okay.

The passion was transferable, and doubling in Lucifer, the only way he could respond was surprising. Growling into your lips, you winced as you heard him tear the ends of your dress, letting it fall to the floor.

You didn’t hesitate quickly unhooking your balconette bra, tossing it aside quickly before pressing yourself against him even further.

Lips breaking away, Lucifer made his surprising discovery. No explanations required, he witnessed a little fantasy that had been dwelling inside you. Running your fingers over his shirt, you savored the material gingerly, whilst moving against his chest, allowing your bare breasts to be a part of the pleasure as your nipples hardened by the graze of the white shirt and the sculpted body beneath it.

Lips parted, Lucifer had quite a hard time watching only you participating in the pleasure, especially when your lips rested on his Adam’s apple, placing feathery kisses all over it.

“Oh Y/N...” he breathed pleadingly, which seemed quite surprising. Before you could make a snarky remark, he shushed you with his kisses, swiftly lifting you up to carry you in his arms bridal style until ending up at his bedroom.

You felt your body bounce the moment it hit the bed, breaking you away from Lucifer whilst he stood before you. Slipping off your shoes , you quickly got up to see him unbuttoning his shirt in a rush that you have not seen. And for some odd reason, you felt the urge to help him out, bending down to untie his shoe laces.

Loud chuckles from Lucifer alerted you of his surprise.

“Y/N-“

“You’re welcome...” you said as you looked up with a smug expression.

And your good deed did not end up unappreciated, for you stood up to see him peeling off his shirt.

“You know...” you said, unbuckling his pants “...having an elevator open into your penthouse is real fancy and shit but... it’s quite the privacy killer sometimes, don’t you think?” You breathed into his cheek.

“Well... given the previous experiences I will not disagree with you” he replied, nose brushing against yours. You giggled.

“But...” he said, with the firm grip of your arm, “...make no mistake, this will not be interrupted by anyone. Even if anyone comes through that door, I won’t...even ...notice”

His piercing gaze alongside his seriousness in those words certainly left you with more arousal. Not to mention when he successfully managed to strip down completely.

Truthfully you have seen him in his bare but confident glory before. But every time you did, you were polite and decent about it. You’d look away or tighten your temples with a firm sense to understand that it was merely a piece of anatomy and nothing more. But tonight, seeing the man you secretly and unknowingly harbored feelings for fully stripped down, certainly pressed some buttons of your own.

Backing away, you climbed on to the bed, moving back as he followed suit, his eyes fixated on you. He was the lion and you were the lamb. Except the lamb was impatient to be the prey.

Standing on your knees, you welcomed the lion’s pounce as Lucifer kissed you once again, holding you firmly by the waist. Your palms wandered frantically over his torso, filling you with greed for him. For he was simply and most definitely, irresistible.

The moment his hands left your waist, you broke away with a soft moan as they dug into your panties, cupping the bare flesh of your buttocks tightly.

Panting, you held his face, inhaling deeply wearing a pair of serious eyes.

“I’m not-“ you paused ,”I’m not like other women you’ve been with...” you said, shrugging your shoulders shyly “...clearly you can see I’m not...beautiful that way...”

Lucifer shot you a look of immense shock. As if you were blabbering words of insanity. Pressing your lips,You blushed with embarrassment.

“It’s tru-“

His hungry kisses kept you from finishing that sentence, pushing you back to the bed as a result. Taking your hands, he securely placed them on his neck. Instead of using comforting or contradicting words, he opposed your statement and clear insecurity with his lips. Given the man he was, you were pretty sure the women were the ones to throw themselves at him at a time like this. Therefore you were obviously surprised when you felt those hungry kisses wandered all over your body. His kisses lit small sparks of fire on you, and he was the devout and enthusiastic carrier of the flame. The kisses were even and generous, each one curiously moving from your jawline to your collarbone, to the curves and the buds of your heaving breasts, to your protruding hips. Your vocal responses were forthright, moans growing loud and free, impatient to show your appreciation. And those fires felt even hotter when you swore you felt his noticeable erection press against your thigh.

As if sharing telepathy, Lucifer came to your dire need, pulling your panties down in an instant. The region between your thighs was of abundant wetness, exposed to the open air for a few seconds. But it was clearly not when you were left with a loud gasp as he quickly inserted himself in you.

Eyes lost in each other, bodies wrapped around one another, you held on to his ethereally yet sinfully beautiful face. You held with heart, while Lucifer Morningstar began to move inside you, while he set off to discover new found passions for you, while he finally proceeded to make amorous love to you.

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Your eyes fluttered, like the wings of a butterfly as you woke up to the soft melody created by piano keys. It soothed you. It made you smile. It relieved you to know, that he was nearby. Lucifer was nearby.

The rays of the morning sun filtered through the glass window, falling on your naked back as you slowly sat up. The way the keys were tickled the music encouraged you to drag yourself out of empty bed, put on the white shirt that was laying on the floor, to tip toe your way out to see Lucifer playing the piano.

You dared not interrupt, but merely stood there to listen in silence. Lively would be his usual mood, but this morning his fingers spoke nothing but gentleness with heart. You watched him with pride, you listened to him with The moment the last note was hit, he turned back to you.

“Sorry if I woke you...”

You shook your head, “Don’t…It was the best alarm ever” you said with a smile. He smiled back shyly.

“I couldn’t help it…”

“And that’s great cause you know how much I love to watch you play...” you said, with your hands clasped together and much enthusiasm , “I make the most noise when you hit those keys with passion...ah!”

Realizing the possible dirty imagery that could be behind it, along with his naughty expression borne as a result, you snorted with laughter, covering your mouth. Tempted by the sight of him patting his lap as an invitation, You walked towards him. Wearing just his boxers, he wrapped one arm around you as you sat down.

His eyes widened with surprise after you swooped in to give a tender but long peck on his cheek.

Humming softly, Lucifer moved towards your lips, surprised even more when you placed your fingers to stop him.

“...my morning breath...” you murmured, wearing a nervous smile, “it must be horrible...” you hated that you suddenly felt so conscious of the smallest things. Saving you the train of thoughts, Lucifer held you by the chin, leaning forward to kiss you deeply. With his tongue embracing your own in a hurry, he proved you wrong once again.

“Oh...” he sighed, forehead pressed against yours, “ I should stop before I carry you back to bed again”

“Oh wow...” you chuckled shyly.

“This ...”he said, thumb grazing over your lips, looking at you, “...this was long long overdue”

“It was...” you said, breathless by his touch.

Lucifer paused for a few seconds, “Earlier you asked me, why I let you stick around”

You nodded in acknowledgment. Holding your hand tightly, he inhaled deep.

“It’s because I consider you as my equal”

This was definitely not what you expected. Putting your other hand over his, you listened.

“The respect you showed me was genuine. I felt respected” he said, “Not that I ever needed anyone’s approval but, as a club owner, as a businessman, with my adventurous habits, you didn’t take your time to judge, nor were you hungry to gain something from me in return”.

He said, a warm smile growing in his face.

“You were sincere. You are sincere. It...” he paused, “...comforted me”

“Lucifer...” you said, your tone laced with softness. For you could not believe what you just heard, “Of course I respect you” you continued, “ You’re my dearest friend” you said, pinching his stubble cheek.

“I just never thought you’d have feelings further than that...” you said with a smile, to which he chuckled deeply.

“Oh believe me...” he began, “...it was quite the difficult task to wipe your image out of my head, regardless of all the women” he said, “I mean...with them It was always enjoyable to be fair...”

You scoffed whilst nodding.

“ I bet it was…” you continued, “...some of those women are just breathtaking…”

“Yes...” he added, “...but…I’d always have a moment, wondering how it would have been if was you instead. You in my arms, all to myself” his voice suddenly hinted lust.

“Good...” you replied, “I’m glad I have that effect” you said, running your own fingers over his lips.

“It was strange indeed...” Lucifer remarked, his tone quickly changing to curiosity, “We had endless nights of spending time together, yet not once did I see you look at me with the carnal fascination and desire you showed last night”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“Well what can I say...” you shrugged with a proud smile , “I’m very good at friend-zoning people. Until last night, that is “ you said, biting your lower lip.

“Oh Y/N…last night, for a minute it felt like it was a dream...” he said, “ ...like it was an illusion or something temporary that I couldn’t get my grasp on-“

“But I’m here. I’m still here” you assured him, “It happened for real. This is real” you held his face adoringly, taking a deep breath for you needed some courage as you continued:

“I’m in love with you Lucifer”

“Don’t...”

He said, quickly holding your hands. You were confused, especially when he kissed them with desperation.

“I don’t want you to regret those words...” he said with a solemn expression. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Why would I regret them?” You scoffed with surprise, “Last night…i regretted nothing”

“There’s...” he hesitated, “...something you need to know…about who I am”

“Whats there to know?...you’re ‘Lucifer’ Morningstar...of course I know” you suddenly began talking in high speed, as if he were to disappear any moment, “What? Did you do something? Are you a criminal ? Cause guess what? I don’t care...I love you anyways” you stopped, realizing how desperate you were yourself.

Lucifer smiled with a hint of sadness.

“ No, I’m not a criminal...I’m far worse. I’m the devil”

“Of course I know that” you said, “You’ve told me many times”

“No...but I really am”

“What do you mean? I-“

Your eyes widened as that red glint in his eyes from earlier, reappeared once again. And suddenly the red was not only in his eyes anymore. Yet your hold on him did not loosen.

Speak of the devil.

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Chapter Two

This is posted for Hannah’s @kentuckybarnes 3k Writing Challenge

Shout out to the lovelies @bucky-at-bedtime for beta’ing this and @mychemicalimagines for giving me feedback too hehe.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: I guess nothing?

Summary: You never fond of Natasha taste in music but you always giving it a try, but maybe you had enough.

Chapter one

The chilly October day in New York City didn’t bother you as you strolled along the brownstone line street in Manhattan, in fact, you were quite fond of it. Class has been a mess but you were excited to visit the pediatric hospital today. Stark Industries will host their annual charity in the hospital, something that you have adored for years.

The vibration of your phone caught your attention. You sweep the screen to the right when you saw the caller id. “Pumpkin, where are you?” You can hear your dad’s voice in a busy room full of background noise.

“I’m somewhere in Manhattan I guess. What’s wrong?”

“Weren't you supposed to arrive like 30 minutes ago? Your mom’s a bit worried right now. You know how she is after your accident”

“Oh, mom is in town? When did she arrive?” you walk a bit faster now.

“Like 2 hours ago. She said she missed her baby. Can you be here in 20? The guests are already in the hospital.”

“Okay! I’ll hail a cab now.”

The ride to the hospital is pretty fast since the traffic wasn’t so bad. You are greeted by some Halloween decorations when you enter the hospital. However, you can’t help but grin at the scary cute tidbits that adorn the hallway. Helping to decorate the hospital was a fun thing to do. You occupied yourself by selecting lots of balloons and knick-knacks to liven up the hall weeks ago. Your dad, Tony Stark has been working on advancing medical technology in the past couple years and this kind of event is always in his must to do list.

“Pumpkin!” A petite woman with a strawberry blonde hair were rushing to you. “Hi, mother.” She embraces you tightly which you returned eagerly. “My baby! Oh, I missed you so much.” She retreads and pinches your cheeks, a habit she always had since you are a baby. Her pastel blue blazer was a contrast from your mustard sweater and indigo jeans. “Mother stop it!” you laugh at her. Your mom takes pity on you and stops her attack.

“So how’s your wrist? Your dad said it’s getting better. I hope your school didn’t interfere with its full recovery.”

“It’s actually pretty great Mother, but the final recital kind of put me on pins and needle.”

“Just don’t push yourself too hard ok pumpkin?”

“Promise!” Your mother finally let go and drag you to meet the small crowd at the front.

Since lots of nurses and volunteers were also wearing a costume, you can’t help but to live up to your nickname and join the rest of the people in the hospital. The bright orange bodysuit has that cute black jack-o-lantern face, far away from creepy. The costume also came together with a little cute stem cap that thankfully fit you. To make the appearance more appealing, you let the cap sit a bit to the right side of your head, strands of hair on the side of your face were let loose so the half up double braid still intact.

The small basket in your left hand was full of greeting cards from the Stark Tech staff, that you plan on hand deliver soon. Other baskets on the table near the fake ghost sweets, was created by people from across the country. Last month you get a bit carried away with Stark Tech Instagram post and upload a ‘special greeting cards’ for the kids in the pediatric hospital in New York City. Your aim was an extra smile to the kids with the cards and Halloween theme goody bag. Fortunately, it becomes a huge success to boost the fundraiser and you never been happier.

“Gentleman, thank you for coming today despite the busy schedule.”

“It’s nothing, Mr. Stark. I am happy we can participate in this charity”

You were immediately drawn to that distinctive low baritone voice. A glimpse of a brown hair took neatly in a low bun. The brushed plaid long flannel with port wine color with the sleeves roll up, display that notable bassist hands of Bucky. You arched your eyebrow curiously, how in the world does your father know Bucky Barnes and his band? Did Natasha tell your father about them? With a long sigh, you unlocked your phone and texted her.

“Yes sir, it’s a pleasure to be here. We love to do this kind of show as much as we can.” The blonde tall man known as Steve was talking to your father. “As long as we are in town, our manager definitely will arrange the schedule.”

“Thank you, Captain. I, for sure, will invite your band again.”

”The Instagram post on Stark Tech account was great. I immediately asked the gang to participate not only with greeting cards.” Bucky chuckles “we want to do more.”

“Oh yeah about that post, it’s my daughter actually.” Tony beams at that. “She’s been helping the PR since last year. She is here somewhere.” you immediately ducked behind a nurse when your father, start looking your way.

“Hmm strange, I just saw here near the table.” Tony’s left eyebrow furrowed, thumb and index finger on his chin, try once again looking for you. ”Anyway, the small stages are yours.” Tony clapped his hands on Bucky’s shoulder and retreat to talk with other parents and a kid who was wearing a ninja turtle costume.

The stage was actually a small area in the front of the hall. There sat a guitar and bass acoustic with three microphones and three performance stools. A small amplifier sat next to the left stool and a black cajon box drum situated to the far right

Because not all the kids and parents can join the rest of the kids in the hall, The Howler promised to visit the kids in their rooms and serenade them.

The kids, their parents, volunteers, and nurses apparently ready to watch The Howler. The band just released a new song for a Superhero movie called ‘Live to Rise’. The song became an immediate number one hit on Billboard 200 and i-tunes, a rare circumstance for a rock alternative band in this EDM era.

Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Clint were already sat on their position. The acoustic version of their songs has that unbelievable tone that sat well with the non-boisterous audience they usually have. Despite your hate towards Bucky, you can’t help but appreciate their performance.

A brush to your right shoulder didn’t go unnoticed but the fact that you know who is it made you loosen up.

“Hi… didn't expect to see you here.”

“Hi Scott.” You smile at him. “neither did I.”

“Nice costume, by the way, Cassie needs to buy this one.” His eyes can’t help but admire your costume.

“Dad, who is the pretty pumpkin?” a chirp of girly voice beside Scott made you sneak a peek.

“Oh, this is my daughter Cassie.”

“Hi, Cassie.” Scott introduced you to his daughter and explaining why he doesn’t go on stage with the others. You immediately offer a costume for Cassie and some strolling visiting the kids if she is interested.

“Our soldier was heartbroken when you slammed the door in front of his face.”

You suddenly tensed “Soldier? I am not sure I have any idea what this is all about?” suddenly the hem of your pumpkin costume is more interesting than the other things happen in the hall.

A small laugh escapes from Scott but your attention was distracted by the music of the next song. Bucky blue-grey eyes suddenly met yours, a startling display on his face, although he suddenly recovered and smiled. The need to flee is intense but it doesn't deter you from looking his way.

Bucky left hands dance around the mahogany neck between the frets of his acoustic bass, but his eyes never leave you. Right fingers slapping, alternate with the thumbing and plucking across the strings, generate that clean tone with volume. To the common listener, the melody of his bass might be overshadowed by Clint’s guitar, but not for you.

Sure, you have seen Bucky playing the bass before, live, but now seeing the acoustic bass been played with such precision, those odd sensations pull you back again. The music finally comes to an end and it freaks you out a little bit, unwilling to talk to the man yet.

“Cassie, what about we visit the kids and give them the cards and the goody bags?” a sneaky look at the stage gives you a glance on what Bucky’s doing.

“I can borrow you some Captain Marvel costume or a Unicorn.” Slowly and calculated, you are ready to escape from the hall.

“Daddy, can I go with her?” Cassie jumps a bit, excited to dress as Captain Marvel.

“Yes Jellybean. Don’t go too long, uncle Bucky might want to meet her.”

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The hectic Monday had never been Bucky’s favorite, but he will do anything to get the forgiveness he is fighting for.

He thought he would finally get to talk to the woman he so stupidly dishonored. When he saw you at the hospital, he can’t help but trying to show off a little bit of his skill – stupid, he knows. After the performance, he even asked Steve for a break because he was determined to find you. Unfortunately, the lucky stars aren’t on Bucky’s side and he was once again left disappointed.

The chilly November in New York was always the same but Bucky absolutely loved the colors before it turns all white and wet because of the snow. The south street on the central park was adorned with a beautiful color. Not only it has the yellow ginko and gray birch leaves, but this part of the street also has red black cherry and pin oak leaves as well as an orange leaves of tupelo trees. Unable to resist capturing the scenery, Bucky starts doing an Instagram live, things he rarely did because he usually just post things like pictures of shows, his bandmate or his instrument. After fifteen minutes of walking through central park, Bucky finally arrives in the west street, his destination.

At first, Bucky had an appointment with Natasha but it’s actually an excuse of his intention to meet you. Eventually, Natasha gave in and giving Bucky information on what class you have today. To be honest there is a slight of agitation on Bucky’s, afraid of to be dismissed and branded as a bit of a stalker by you. But, when he reminds himself of the thing he said to you, he seriously wants to reflect on his wrong and apologize sincerely.

“Excuse me, I am looking for someone.” Bucky meets a man with a blue button-up and khakis pants. He doesn’t look old, probably in his mid or late thirty. Bucky gives him your name and showing the picture from Natasha’s Instagram.

“You are looking for Monet?” he asks Bucky curios.

“Monet?” Bucky confused.

“Yes, Monet. She is in the class, you just need to turn to the left.” The man checking his watch and look at Bucky again. “Class will be over in a minute, you need to hurry if you want to meet her. She has an appointment with Prof. Pierce.”

“Thank you, sir?”

“Rumlow, Brock Rumlow.” Bucky shakes Brock hand and dashed to the classroom quickly. To his disappointment, everyone seems already finished and only several students stay in class. With a defeated sigh, Bucky exits the class and walks through the corridor. For a second he thinks he sees a familiar silhouette at the far end of the hall and when the figure turns around, Bucky’s eyes meet yours. He watched as your eyes widened in shock and you hurriedly ran to an open door that Bucky’s assumed is the professor’s office.

***

“Malyshka, when will you stop being childish?”

“What?” you eyeing Natasha, hurt with her accusation. ”What is this about Nat?”

“Remember Bucky?” you groaned at Natasha when she said that.

“Sestra please, that was months ago.”

“I know, I know.” Natasha walks and sat at the bed beside you. “But don’t you think it will be better if you appreciate his effort to apologize? or better, let him apologize.”

“He never tries to apologize.”

“The thing is you didn’t let him try, don’t you?” Nat arched her eyebrow.

“How did you even know this?” you pout at Natasha.

“Well, he called me yesterday when you pull that latest escape from the class. Not to mention when you slammed the door in front of him.” Natasha added when looking at you, waiting for an excuse.

Along sighed escaped for you when you recalled what happened that Saturday night.

A Saturday night well spent, that’s might be the correct term the night. Especially before the so-called arrogant someone, knock on Natasha brownstone house.

Since Friday afternoon, Natasha has been dragging you out from your cave – your bedroom. The first week of the new semester has been difficult for you. Although the elective class on liberal arts and history wasn’t that hard, coming back after a year break definitely, taking a toll on your performance.

Natasha has been very supportive since you take a break from school last year. She always tried to include you in her so-called socializing activity, because she believed that you are too naïve and need more exposure to the wild ride.

Here you are at the cute brownstone that she shared with her roommate Maria. Maria is an art curator at a museum in New York but now is out of town visiting her boyfriend.

Friday night has been spent hopping from bar to bar with Nat. Saturday morning you spent quite some time in central park. The lake and the bridge is your favorite spot to spend the day for hours. That evening, Natasha initiates to just spend time at her home. Binge watched Netflix and eating pizza.

Your stomach growls loudly and your check the clock, noticing that the pizza is over 10 minutes late.

You heard a knock on the door and check the clock on the wall again. The pizza guy arrived 15 minutes late. Running from the couch, your hand immediately reached out the knob and open the door.

The view behind the door or more correctly, the person, wasn’t someone you had hoped to see. You stare at him wide-eyed. Never in your life, did you envision to meet the douchewagon again. Without further ado, you slammed the door in front of him. You winced when the door frame rattle slightly, it seems you slammed it too hard.

“Where is the pizza?” Natasha curious when you are coming back empty-handed.

“Uhh…no. It’s not the pizza guy. It’s just someone knocking on the wrong door.” You avoid looking her in the eyes, because if you don’t, she will instantly know that you’re lying to her, immediately. Sometimes you think that Natasha will be better as a spy than a ballerina.

“It’s not my fault! When he arrives at your house unannounced, I freaked out.” You explained to Natasha, although it also wasn’t a lie.

“Malyska will you let him apologized next time?”

“Sestra, why is it so important for me to forgive Bucky? I know that Clint is your boyfriend…” you winked at Natasha. “but, this has anything to do with me forgiving him or him apologizing.”

“It is important because you are my best friend and my sister and Bucky is my dumb cousin, but I also love him.”

“Your what?” you gasp in shock surprise. “Why did I never know this? Nat, I thought you don’t have any family in the state.” You can’t believe that Natasha didn’t mention her family. You have been friends for ages, and she knows almost everything about you and your small family of four.

“Well…I just knew this recently when I celebrate my nana 80th birthday two years ago in upper east. Apparently, my aunt moved to the state after she finished her school and married Bucky’s dad who is an American.”

“Ok. You don’t have any obligation to tell me anything. I mean I might believe the rumors that your family is a mafia back in Russia.” A wide smile spread on your face and Natasha can’t help but giggling back at and throwing a pillow at you.

“Malyska, please give him a chance to explain himself. And he said he will do anything to gain your forgiveness so you might take advantage of that.” Natasha smiles mischievously at you and you can’t help but grin back at her.

***

#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #au fanfic #rockstar au #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #writing challange #bucky x reader fluff #chuuulip post #chuuulip #moodboard

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Experiment "G-16"

Part three

Unikitty was glad that everything was going well, so she wanted to visit her best friend in her laboratory. Going down to the place mentioned she found the lights off, they were normally on, the princess lit them and only found silence and absolute emptiness.

- doctor? .... doctor fox? - only echo was heard and it scared her a little bit.

But then she saw the positive side of that terrifying haunting: echoes were heard ... those amusing sounds you make in wide and empty places.

Then she started playing with her own echo.

- echo! ,echo! ,echo! - and it was loud and clear and she started to laugh.

- help .... please take us out! .... - the princess heard voices suffering and went to see where they came from.

- HELP !!! ... She lied to us ... she told us that it was not going to hurt ... - the voices disturbed the princess.

- HEY! hello! Anyone here? - The princess went to a room that did not seem so happy.

- room ... of the experiment ... "G-16"?

Dr. Fox, after a long sleep at the dojo, wrote a note thanking Hawkodile for letting him rest at his home.

She went to the laboratory, she was alarmed after seeing the laboratory and saw the door open and the lights on.

She got ready putting on her special suit, in case some test subject with the virus had escaped, she grabbed a bat and a gun loaded with rays.

She went to the room where the princess had entered. The doctor didn't know that unikitty was there, so she closed the door of that room

- UNIKITTY WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE ?! - Dr Fox screamed alarmed with a microphone.

- Doctor Fox? ... Is that you? - She asked looking at the walls.

- YES!?! NOW I PLEASE ASK YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM THEM.

- What are you talking about? These guys are very cool and fun. - The thest subjects caressed the princess but not in a bad way, they saw her as something strangely unique.

- Ugh ...- Dr. Fox was scared and nervous of what could happen to her best friend. until she noticed that she wasn't suffering from the symptoms of the test subjects ... Maybe the princess was immune to the virus? Maybe she could be the cure for the virus!!

But it was not a cure that could be contagious, she began to take notes and decided to study it together with the other subjects.

- unikitty for how long have you been here?

- for half an hour, I think ...- she said unsure of his response while hugging and giving kisses to the test subjects, they seemed happy at the side of the princess despite of being sick.

-... wow .... UNIKITTY YOU ARE THE CURE?!?! - Doctor Fox was excited.

- hehe ... the cure of that?

- nothing...

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EXPERIMENT OF THE VIRUS "G-16"

Apparently I've found a cure and it's my best friend, the virus does not cause the same symptoms in unikitty, the test subjects surround the princess wondering what she was and what she was doing there?

It had been more than 30 minutes and the princess didn't suffer damage .... the kingdom was saved.

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- Doctor, can I go out now? - asked the princess.

- mmh... hey unikitty would you like to help me with something? -

that's when the doctor made the mistake, she could have taken unikitty from that room but her motive and pride in continuing to study the virus caused the following problems that we will see later.

- Sure doctor! How can I help you?

- You could stay tonight "watching over" ... your new friends ... I don't want something bad to happen to them if you get out.

- ok doctor! - She answered happily without knowing what could happen.

- I left food on the corners so you can eat and there are also some beds. - The doctor left the room, but before going out, she pressed a button to release the virus as if it were perfume.

- What is that doctor?

- It's just perfume .... good night unikitty. - She heard the door closed abruptly in the microphone.

- Well ... guys, what do you usually do here? - The lights went off and a soft and comfortable light appeared, perfect for a good nap, but unikitty was not going to sleep.

- Guys? .....- the test subjects were in silence and then they all went to a corner and sat on the floor in a circle.

- Huh? .... Come on, guys! Let's just talk it'll be fun...- The princess saw a terrific scene ...The test subjects were going to eat one of the subjects that was already dead.

-... e-eh? .... This can't be happening ?! .... How? - The princess was scared and tried to scape, but she found another of her new "friends".

- uu-uuuh ... - Unikitty ran to one of the corners and burst into tears. The subjects who thought that she was dying ran towards the girl and began to caress ... then began to scratch and hurt her.

End of the part three

#part three #horror #creepy #G-16 #unikitty

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Mage- Chapter 12: Test The Third (Part 1)

Written By 50funny

Part 1- Grouping Up

Liz, Bip and Alex stood waiting in front of the train door. The mechanism of the door began to squeak and hiss sending the door creaking open. Light began to stream into the carriage as the test takers stepped out into the next stage of their exam. The group walked out of the train looking around the mountainous terrain. They stood atop the highest mountain, nearly touching the clouds. The surface of the mountain was completely flat, as if its peek at been cut off. In the center was a huge carved out hole from one side to the other, a couple of kilometers long. The hole was filled with several winding pathways marked by stone walls running throughout.

“Wow, this place is amazing,” Bip exclaimed.

“I can see the whole world from up here,” said Liz, her mouth agape.

In front of the group stood a small wooden podium completely out of place with its surroundings, with 3 standing behind it. Behind 3 was a row of eighteen rickety looking makeshift elevators, each painted a different colour, running down the lip of the mountain into the maze below. 3 leaned into the microphone and tapped it, sending a thumping sound echoing through the mountains, drawing the attention of the crowd towards him.

“Attention everyone, we will now begin the third stage of your exam,” 3 said into the microphone.

He gestured behind him towards the great chasm of winding paths below.

“This is the Kameno Mountain, once the tallest mountain in the entire world. The peak and a large portion of the mountain's core were mined away for materials at the start of the last Lemian conflict, leaving the crater you see before you. For the third stage of your test, you must pass through the various paths to reach the other side,” 3 returned his gaze from the maze bellow back to the crowd. “The elevators behind me will take you to one of eighteen paths where you will face a variety of different challenges, each one being around a hundred and fifty kilometers long. You will be split up into groups of five. You will each now receive a piece of coloured paper. If you would please gather around the corresponding elevator with your team and we will begin.”

3 reached his hand into the air and let out a loud click. Suddenly a small sheet of coloured paper appeared in front of each of the test takers. Liz and Alex reached out grabbing the sheets of paper hovering in front of them. Alex held up his piece of paper to Liz.

“Looks like I’m light green,” Alex said.

“Dark blue. So their splitting us up. You think you’re gonna be okay by yourself,” teased Liz.

“Oh haha,” Alex laughed sarcastically.

3 looked over to the trio seeing the slip of paper Liz held up.

“Oh right, that reminds me,” 3 muttered to himself before leaning into the microphone once again “Due to unforeseen numbers issues, the dark blue team will only be made up by just two members.”

“Huh what?” Liz exclaimed in surprise.

“Only two people huh? Well, looks like you’re gonna fail,” Alex teased.

“Shut up Alex this is serious, how am I going to do this with two people if it’s meant for five.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine, it not like they’re gonna set you up to fail.”

Alex felt a small tap on his shoulder. He turned around being greeted by the familiar figure of a scrawny well-dressed man wearing a pair of thick rimmed glasses holding a puffer in one hand. Alex looked on uncomfortable and unsure of what to say to the man whose ticket he had stolen.

“Oh uh… hey there,” Alex awkwardly stammered. “Listen sorry about what happened in the last stage, you know, it was nothing personal…”

Alex was cut off as the man held up his hand gesturing for Alex to stop. The man held up his small light green slip of paper towards Alex.

“Oh, so we're on the same team then… So no hard feelings then?”

The man pulled his out his puffer from his pocket raising it to his mouth and taking in a deep puff. He pointed behind himself with his thumb towards a group standing behind him. A light brown girl with silver hair, a young stoic looking man in a leather tunic with a long axe strapped to his back, and a skinny kid in a hoodie with a rebellious look stood behind the man holding up a light green piece of paper each.

“Oh, guess this must be my group then,” Alex said turning his head around to face Liz. “I should probably go with these guys, you gonna be alright on your own Liz?”

“Yeah I’m fine, I should probably go find my own team.”

Bip gently hovered over to Liz from behind Alex’s shoulder. He wrapped his arms as far around Liz’s torso as he could manage.

“Good luck Liz,” Bip purred.

“Right back at ya,” Liz giggled resting her hand on Bip’s back.

Bip flew back to Alex’s side. Alex locked eyes with Liz and nodded, suddenly overcome by an air of seriousness.

“See you on the other side,” Alex confidently affirmed.

Alex turned his back to Liz, joining his group as they walked towards the elevator. Liz let out a loud sigh overcome by a sudden loneliness she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Well, I better go find my partner,” Liz stated to herself.

“No need,” came a familiar voice from behind her.

The voice slammed into her, sending waves of terror creeping down her spine. Liz turned around to see the figure of the strange man from the second stage staring back at her.

“Wha… what the hell are you doing here?” Liz stammered.

“Calm down, I’m not here to hurt you or anything. In fact, quite the opposite,” the man said raising up a dark blue slip of paper.

Liz’s eyes shifted to the slip of paper, somewhat easing her horror.

“So… were teammates?”

“Yeah , I think that’s implied.”

“This can’t be happening; this has to be some kind of joke.”

“Look it’s not like I’m gonna kill you or anything. Unless I have to. So quit your whining and get a move on,” the man ordered, turning around and walking towards the elevator.

Liz stood still for a second in dismay before finding the courage to follow behind the man.

“By the way, I’m Es,” said Es over his shoulder.

“L… Liz,” Liz stammered.

“Don’t care.”

Each group stood crowded around their respective elevators. 3 looked on at them from behind the podium.

“You will have two days to make it out the other side,” 3 said shifting his gaze towards Alex. “Good luck.”

The teams packed into the elevators and began their descent into the maze below.

Part 2- The Maze (Part 1)

The elevator let out a high pitched ping as it reached its destination. The door began to pull open with a loud mechanical clang. Liz and Es stepped out of the elevator and into the maze, looking around to gain their bearing. The walls of the maze were several meters tall, looming over the two. The pair walked down the stone pathway into the maze.

“So what should we do now?” Liz asked.

“Isn’t that obvious, we walk,” said Es.

“Don’t you think we should at least think this through first?” Liz insisted.

“Look there’s only one way to go, what else is there to discuss.”

The pair continued to walk, passing by an offshoot of the path. Liz stopped looking down the alternate path.

“Maybe we should go this way?” Liz pondered.

Es stopped letting out a loud sigh. He turned around and stomped towards Liz, looking down the path.

“It’s a complete crap shoot witch one of these paths is faster. For my money we should take the more direct one. Any objections?” Es said clearly fed up with Liz already.

Es continued his march down the path followed shortly behind by Liz.

“You know you could stand to be a little friendlier, we are supposed to be a team after all.”

“Less talking, more walking.”

Part 3- Getting To Know Each other

Alex’s group strode down the stone corridor single file, a dead silence filling the air.

“Well as comrades, we should probably get to know each other,” the axe wielding man leading the group stated, breaking the silence. “As the leader of the group, I’ll start.”

“Leader?” the rest of the group muttered under their breath in unison.

“I am Tobin of the Great Southern Coast. I’ve studied the Tarkan Axe Arts my entire life, I can create an axe that can cut through even the toughest of metals,” Tobin said raising his hand to his chest. “What about you” he continued turning his head to the man behind him.

“Ka… Names,” the man scoffed. “Names are just another way that, they, try and control us. I, don’t have a name.”

“Hehe, it says on your bag that your name’s Timothy,” the lady behind Timothy giggled.

“Huh, what!” Timothy panicked as he tried to cover his bag’s name tag. “Don’t go looking at my stuff like that dude! What’s your name then if it’s so important?”

“Oh ahh… I’m… I mean my name is Cecilia and umm I’m… I’m… I’m very pleased to meet you all,” Cecilia stuttered timidly.

Tobin turned his head to look at Alex.

“What about you kid, what’s your story?” asked Tobin.

“I’m a strong magic user, not to sound rude but that all that you need to know,” Alex stated.

“I can respect that… just don’t let that lone wolf attitude get in the way of the team,” Tobin moved his gaze behind Alex to the nerdy looking man behind him. “How about you Mr Quite back there?”

The nerdy man raised his puffer to his mouth taking in a deep breath.

“Ahh, I don’t think he really talks,” Alex interjected.

“Hmm, well ok then, I’ll just call you Puffs, that ok?”

The man took in another puff of his inhaler.

“Perfect, well that settles introductions. Now then…” Tobin said pausing briefly as he stopped, looking at the large intricately carved wooden door blocking their path. “Now, to this then.”

Part 4- The Maze (Part 2)

“This is soooo boring,” Liz exclaimed.

“I don’t remember dropping my less talking rule,” Es replied.

Liz and Es continued their long march down the seemingly endless winding stone corridors.

“There has to be more to it than this. We must have been walking for at least three hours now and we haven’t come across any traps or monster or anything.”

“Do I really seem like the kind of guy who likes repeating himself to you?”

Es made a sharp left and turn continuing down the path. Liz followed in suit gazing around as she did. She was overcome with an unrelenting dread, her eyes widening as they locked onto something down the opposite end of the path.

“Es, look at this,” Liz gasped.

Es stopped in his tracks, clenching his fist in frustration. He began to turn around to face Liz.

“What did I say about talking!” Es yells were cut off as he realized what Liz had noticed. “No way…”

Es began to walk over to Liz’s side looking on dumbfounded at what stood in front of them. The elevator shaft they had made their way down into the maze in loomed over them.

“We’ve been walking in a circle,” Liz sighed in disbelief.

An uneasy silence drifted through the air as the pair stared at the elevator shaft.

“We must have taken a wrong turn somewhere,” Es said turning back around and continuing his march through the maze.

“Where are you going?” Liz yelled after him.

“To get back on the right path. We’ve wasted too much time already we need to keep moving.”

“We, need, to think this through,” Liz scowled. “I don’t know about you but I didn’t see any other paths we could have taken.”

Es turned around swiftly to face Liz

“Then will look really, really carefully this time,” Es said sarcastically. “We don’t have time to waste sitting around and discussing this, so come on. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.”

Es turned back around and continued stomping down through the maze. Liz let out a frustrated growl before following in Es’ footsteps.

Part 5- The Arena

Tobin pushed open the large wooden door, leading the party into the next room. The group walked out onto a small semi-circular platform surrounded by a sheer drop into the depths of the mountain. A small rickety looking bridge connected the platform the group stood on to a much larger arena in the middle with the same set up mirrored on the opposite side.

“This is different,” Alex said looking around the room.

Alex’s eyes shifted to the door on the other side of the room as it began to push open. A group of five other test takers entered the room taking in the wide open space. The thin bony looking man leading the group locked eyes with the group on the other side of the room.

“Huh… who are you?” the scrawny man yelled across the arena.

“We’re the light green team!” Tobin yelled back. “I take it you're also part of the Guild test?”

“We’re dark green!” yelled an elderly gentleman in the opposite group. “So what with all of this then.”

“I can answer that,” came a young girl’s voice from above.

The groups looked up the large stone wall looming above them seeing a dark silhouette standing atop it. The figure jumped off of the wall landing daintily in the middle of the arena. The sun glistened of the young girl’s long bright yellow hair.

“Welcome to my arena,” the little girl said with a devilish smile.

The groups looked on unsure of what to make of the young girl standing in front of them.

“Where’d the kid come from?” Alex said, pointing to the girl.

“Hey, I’m not just some kid,” the girl’s face became bright red. “I’ll have you know that I’m one of the Guild’s highest ranking members. My name’s 8 and don’t you forget it!” 8 yelled furiously.

“So what this place, 8?” the scrawny man asked.

8 turned around to face the other group letting out an evil smile.

“Heh… so glad you asked,” 8 said. “There are two exits from my arena, the one to my left leads to a short and easy path to the end. On the right, a long arduous journey. Your two teams will be competing to see where you will exit,” 8 explained. “You will fight each other in one on one battles. The exact nature of each battle will be chosen by the team victorious in the last. The first team to rack up three victories will win. Alright now, enough talking. Let’s see some carnage, hehe,” 8 giggled.

“Ok, let’s get done with wittle baby’s playtime and move on,” Alex teased.

“Shut up! Just for that they get to choose the first battle,” 8 hissed gesturing towards the other group.

“Hey no fair,” Alex complained.

A thick tension filled the air as Alex and his group waited to see what their next challenge would be.

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a-pickle-and-a-yellow-shirt · 6 years

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How Robin came to the Citadel

Shifting restlessly in his desk chair Robin played with a lock of blonde hair as his eyes shifted to the clock, 15 minutes until he finished his shift and closed up his cosy office. Hearing a light knock at his door, Robin's head shot up "C-Come in!" he shouted cursing the crack in his voice; the door slid open to reveal a shy looking Morty being led by a Rick, a cop Rick "evening Robin, I found this Morty wandering an alleyway in Morty-town, looks like he's new, must've slipped through the system" pushing the shy Morty forward the officer grunted "you deal with him" was the last thing he said before turning on his heel and marching out of the room. Smiling reassuringly at the boy Robin motioned a hand towards the seat on the opposite end of his desk and the Morty hesitantly took a seat "Ok, well first things first. Welcome to the Citadel, my name is Robin and I am the appointed head of Morty relations here, and you...must be Morty smith" smiling the boy nodded, fidgeting with his hands in a nervous habit; thinking for a moment Robin smiled and opened a drawer before pulling out a chilled can of blepis "here" sliding it towards the boy he smiled sweetly, nodding encouragingly as the boy nervously took the can "t-thanks" cracking it open he sipped it sighing a little; Grinning Robin retrieved a tablet from his desk which contained profiles on all of the Mortys he had helped over his time in the citadel "alright Morty do you have any idea which dimension you come from?" shaking his head Morty clutched the can nervously "oh well never mind, I have managed to help others like you find their dimensions before, so...what is your Rick status?" looking up suddenly the boys eyes where wide "M-My what?" blinking Robin sat up "what I mean is, do you have a current Rick? um...your grandfather?" lip trembling tears started to flood the boy's wide eyes and Robin stood quick knowing what that meant; His Rick was dead, And it was still fresh "H-He threw me out of...of the ship" pausing Robin blinked "y-your Rick abandoned you?" walking around the table Robin embraced the sniffling boy "you poor thing" true Ricks abandoning their Morty was rare but it was still cruel "H-He said I wasn't good enough" tightening his grip Robin frowned "Don't listen to him, Rick's are selfish and narcissistic, they will abandon anyone that they believe isn't good enough and to a Rick, that’s everyone" pulling back he wiped the tears spilling from the fragile boy's eyes "You're safe here, You will have a place here for as long as you want it, I can even see about returning you to your dimension and your family if you like" sniffling he looked up from the floor "Y-you can?" nodding Robin stood up to sit on his desk "Of course! that's my job!" wiping his eyes Morty looked up at the blonde haired boy "H-hey, how come you work here? Y-you're not a Rick or Morty...O-or are you?" Chuckling he shook his head "Nope! I'm a Robin! the only Robin here in fact! hehe" looking a little confused Morty seemed to want to ask more but looked puzzled on how to word it "You want to know how I got here don't you?" nodding with a sheepish smile Morty took a sip of his drink "Alright well my shift is over and this is a long story sooooo" Standing up Robin walked over to his door punching a few digits into the key pad where the doorknob would be before he walked over to his desk, Taking another seat he cleared his throat "Well I guess I should begin with my life on earth" Shuffling a little Morty moved so he was sat more relaxed in the chair as Robin took a second can of Blepis out of his desk drawer and took a sip "Well let's see"

(1 year 3 months previous)

Humming Robin was walking down the street to his favorite cafe, his head plugged into his MP3 player and a wide grin on his face. Removing his headphones as a familiar building approached Robin smiled as the bell alerted the twins behind the counter of his presence "Robin! our little songbird!" Laughing he walked over "hey Laurel, hey Laura! man! I need a good cup of coffee!" Smirking Laurel leaned over the counter at him, His chin poised on his hand "You know our deal Songbird, Sing for us or no coffee" Rolling his eyes he skipped over to a small platform pulling the microphone down to his level "What's my price this time?" Thinking for a moment Laura grinned "Lets go for a classic!" Rolling his eyes he laughed "You and Andrew broke up didn't you?" blinking she pouted "I have no idea what you're taking about!!" Putting a hand on his hip Robin rolled his eyes while Laurel laughed "He's right Sis, you always go with unbreak my heart when you have just gotten out of a relationship" Sighing she started up the coffee machine "You'd better get singing or this will get cold! and I changed my mind! sing....Let me sign!" Chuckling Robin nodded "Yes ma'am" Switching on the music Laurel leaned against the counter to watch Robin, Who closed his eyes just as the music started to play.

Oohh Oohh Standing there by the broken tree, Her hands were all twisted, she was pointing at me. I was damned by the light coming out of her eyes. She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky. She said 'Walk on over yeah to the bit of shade, I will wrap you in my arms and you'll know you've been saved' Let me sign, let me sign, can't fight the devil so just let me sign. I was out for a drink in a Soho bar The air was smoked out liked a cheap cigar She rose out of her seat like a painted ghost She was the woman that I wanted the most As she reached for my arm I gave her my hand I said 'Lay me down easy let me understand' Let me sign, let sign, can't fight the devil so just let me sign. As I walked through the door she was still in my head As I entered the room she was laid there in bed She reached out for me all twisted in black I was on my way down, never coming back Let me sign, let me sign, can't fight the devil so just let me sign. Let me sign, let me sign, can't fight the devil so just let me sign.

Once the song was over Laura, Laurel and people who had ventured in hearing his beautiful voice cheered and whistled as Robin bowed blushing "Beautiful as always Songbird! Here's your coffee!" Taking the hot cup of coffee graciously Robin thanked the two, Choosing the sit at a bar stool in front of the counter that was just close enough to talk to the twins without disturbing their business "Hey Robin check out the weirdos in the black coats, They've been staring at you since your set" Glancing over to the side Robin spotted two strange figures sat in the corner untouched coffees on the table in front of them, both figures shrouded in black cloth "That is a little weird I guess" Sipping his coffee Robin spent the rest of the afternoon in the cafe with the twins, But soon it started to get dark and Robin knew it was about time for him to go home. Standing he waved to his friends, Thanking them for the coffee as he left. Home was a good half an hour bus ride then a further 20 minutes walk from the bus stop, Living quite out in the country had it's ups and downs but the ups were worth a few downs. Robin smiled as he entered the kitchen to find his dad, Shane in a pink apron dancing along to Abba "Daaaad! I swear you get gayer every time I see you!" laughing his dad turned to face him his scruffy blonde hair a mess and his five'o'clock shadow prominent in the light "Your fabulous dad pays for your cellphone contract and your bus rides up to the city you'd better not call me gay young man! i'm fabulous! and your papa knows it!" walking into the kitchen Robin's papa, Richard looked confused "Wait what do I know?" making Robin and his dad laugh "Dad says that you know he's not gay, he's fabulous!" nodding wholeheartedly his papa grinned "Oh of course but more importantly...What is that smell? It's fantastic!" smirking for a moment Shane pointed his wooden spoon towards Richard "you'll find out when it's ready" Pouting Richard whined "Awww Baaaabe you're so cruel! I'm hungry!" laughing Shane turned towards Robin "Alright young man, head upstairs and get ready for dinner" Spending longer than he should getting into comfy clothing Robin smiled in the mirror at his soft short sleeved shirt and comfy sweatpants "So comfyyyy!~" Skipping downstairs he helped to set the table before the family sat down to eat, Talking about Robin's trip to the city and Richard's trip out to the orchard to pick the new apples before they finished and Robin headed upstairs to brush his teeth and play video games while his dads spent some time together, Wandering down the hall Robin paused as he looked out of a window on the way to his room his eyes widening as he saw a light coming from the far end of the apple orchard "If the orchard is burning my dad's will be so upset!" Not wanting to bother his parents he snuck into his room, Grabbed a torch and his cellphone before he snuck out of the house in his converse, Wrapping a jacket around his waist as he started sneaking towards the orchard he began to run once he was a distance from the house but as he approached the end of the trees where he saw the light he froze, tall being where stood talking to each other in a strange tongue that he didn't recognize, Sneaking backwards Robin panted in fear at the creatures his breath ghosting out in front of him as the air turned crisp. Jumping when one of the unknown beings pointed in his direction he had not choice but to run as fast as his thin legs would take him until a strange long thin appendage grabbed him causing him to let out a loud scream "DAD!!! PAPA!!! HELP ME!!!" seeing lights turn on in his house he knew he had screamed loud enough as he fought his assailant who was dragging him in the opposite direction from their house "PAPAAAAA!!! DAAAAAD!!! HELP ME PLEASE!!!" hearing shouting his tears ran down his cheeks as he fought to no avail his arms stretching towards the house in some attempt to pull himself towards his home with his heartbeat loudly thrumming in his ears; After a few minutes of thrashing Robin was dragged inside of some strange object and was dragged screaming, Kicking and Hanging onto whatever he could grab down the hall to a room that he was thrown into the door rising up to lock him into the small room "PLEASE LET ME OUT!!! LET ME GO!! I WANT TO GO HOME!! PLEASE!!!" Banging on the door he cried and cried screaming for his dad and his papa willing them to find him and save him or for him to wake up in his bed so he can run downstairs and hug them tight. Curling up in the corner of the room he felt himself start to choke as he couldn't hold his full blown panic attack before he covered himself in his jacket and tried to calm himself "I want to go home" After no idea how long he had lay there he started to drift off barely feeling any movement of the ship, Feeling himself being pulled up Robin forgot where he was until he looked up to meet the large eyes of one of the creatures shackling his wrists together. Screaming he pulled himself backward until his back hit cold wall "P-Please don't hurt me!" Moving forward the Alien grabbed his shackles and pulled him to his feet before attaching a thick line to the shackles and proceeded to leave the room pulling Robin out of the room, Who was hanging onto his jacket for dear life as he knew it held his cellphone with his last link to his parents inside "Please let me go!"

(Present)

Sitting up listening closely Morty sipped his Blepis "so you were kidnapped!?" nodding Robin looked thoughtful "What I didn't realize at the time was the two weird hooded figures in the cafe that day were two alien scouters who were looking across the galaxy for entertainers for their clients" blinking Morty replied "their Clients?" He questioned "So they were kidnapping talented people from different worlds to sell to rich club owners?" nodding Robin looked thoughtful "You got it, they heard me sing in the cafe and that was it,They wanted me for the reward money and I played right into their trap" Looking a little saddened Morty frowned "You don't have to tell me any more if you don't want to..." shaking his head Robin smiled "Nah it's alright I just get a little emotional talking about my story...anyway where was I..."

(1 year 2 months previous)

It had been a month or so since Robin had been dragged from an alien ship into an alien club but he was already a star attraction, His voice brought in new customers weekly and his likely hood of freedom was slimming by the day. Eating weird foods and seeing new weirder more disgusting creatures became second nature and learning new unusual songs with alien lyrics had become his daily chore. Robin's life had become a never ending cycle of misery: Get up, Be manhandled into a bath or so he hoped thats what it was, Locked in his room all day being served food on a tray through a hatch like a prisoner then at night he was dressed in different attire and forced to sing for a large crowd of partially drunk rich snobs. One day whilst being dragged onto the stage Robin heard the loud ring of an alarm and heard yelling in different languages when suddenly a hole was blasted through the wall of the establishment and large bug creatures stormed in waving guns around, These creatures spoke English and where shouting for everyone to get down and That illegal activity had been found in this area, Whilst the bug creatures chased the rich snobs around Robin dashed best he could, Using his small frame to squeeze through an opening he crawled into the ship that had burst into the building and hid best he could in a small room that was open when he crawled past it; Sitting in the small room he felt the shudder of the spacecraft taking off. Sighing happily Robin let himself relax for a moment his legs stretching out as he lay against the wall and his eyes lolled closed out of sheer exhaustion and he fell asleep. After sleeping for an unknown amount of time he was awoken as he was thrown across the room hitting his back and crushing his arm under a heavy cupboard that followed him but released him quickly enough for him to hold his arm to his chest. Standing he limped towards the exit, Looking around he saw the bug creatures running around with some dead on the floor with ink coloured blood running down the walls; Walking out as fast as he could he crawled out of a small crack in a wall and ran as fast as he could into the small alley between two buildings, Freezing once he reached the end as he saw literally hundreds of iterations of the same boy in a yellow shirt; Walking up to one of them he tried to stay calm as the boy looked nice enough "e-excuse me...w-where am I?" blinking the boy looked shocked to see the blonde boy gripping his arm tightly to his chest, His hair disheveled and his eyes tired "You-you're in Morty town,Aww jeez a-are you ok?" shaking his head he held back tears "I was kidnapped by these strange creatures and they forced me to sing b-but I got on the ship that just landed here...can you help me?" Nodding the boy looked nervous but didn't waste a second taking him by the hand to a building down the street "I-I'll go get my grandpa to come look at your arm" He said as he carefully helped Robin into the building and took him upstairs to an empty room and lay him down "Stay here" Leaving the boy vanished from sight as Robin felt himself once again succumb to sleep. Waking up he sat slowly to see the boy sitting on the end of the bed watching him "Aww jeez, You look terrible! I-I couldn't find my grandpa but I found this, He used one on me once so it should work fine" Pulling out what looked like a syringe-gun cross the boy grabbed Robin's leg and before he could protest stuck it into his flesh and pushed the trigger squirting the liquid into Robin's system, Waiting for pain Robin let out a noise of alarm as his arm stretched itself back into place and his aches disappeared "W-wow! Thank you so much!" Sitting up he looked over his previously broken arm in awe "M-my name is M-Morty...Morty Smith, What's yours?" looking up at him Robin smiled "Robin Taylor, so what is this place again? you said a Citadel" Looking conflicted for a moment Morty thought "Well, I u-um aww jeez how do I explain this...my um grandpa is a genius and an inventor and he created a portal gun so he can travel to different dimensions and numerous versions of him made this citadel to hide from the government and they keep us Mortys here because we are kinda like their side-kicks I guess" His head spinning Robin took a few moments to process the information "Before all this happened I would have just thought you were crazy but now, I could believe anything" Fidgeting Morty looked up at Robin "S-so you need somewhere to stay?" Nodding Robin looked at the boy hopefully "W-well you can stay with me b-but make sure a Rick doesn't see you or we will get in lots of trouble" Nodding Robin made note to be careful who he is seen by "I'll take you to the Creepy Morty tomorrow, I think big Morty would be interested in a singer for his club" Nodding Robin felt hope for the first time in ages.

(Present)

Putting the now finished can into the bin Robin sat back on the desk as Morty thought "So you found your way onto a ship as it invaded the club you where singing in and happened to crash onto the citadel where you found yourself in Morty-town and got taken care of by a Morty you met in the street?" Nodding Robin laughed "Crazy huh?" Laughing again as Morty nodded holding his head a little he moved his position on his desk to be more comfortable "After Morty cleaned me up and gave me a trademark yellow shirt, I fit in rather well as a blonde Morty to anyone not looking hard enough, He took me to see Big Morty and after performing for him and the Mortys who were in the club he hired me as a singer" Looking to the side then back up at him "Then how did you become head of Morty relations?" He questioned, Swinging his legs a little Robin smiled "Well, I'll tell you"

(1 year 2 weeks previous)

Singing his heart out Robin blushed at the whistles and shouts he received from the Mortys he now called friends and possibly even his new family; Finishing his last song he bounced down to chat happily with the crowd of happily chattering Mortys until he saw a stranger enter the club, He was tall and thin with piercing eyes and a white citadel uniform, Eyes widening Robin ducked behind his friends as they started to form a wall around him once they noticed the visitor "Alright! Mortys! We have seen a suspicious character walking around Morty-town, have you seen anything unusual?" Shaking their heads there was a chorus of 'No' and 'Oooh Jeez' looking around for a few minutes the Rick hmphed before stalking out of the building and once the coast was clear Robin stood up and sighed "Thanks you guys!" Smiling they all replied at once making Robin laugh until Big Morty approached "Robin bubala, I think it may be smart for you to lay low for a few days, Keep the Rick's off of your back y'know" Nodding he frowned a little but knew he was right "Ok boss, I'll see you all in a few days alright?" Hearing an onslaught of goodbyes, He snuck back to the small apartment room he was given and laid low for a few days until he heard a crash downstairs "Ah crap a raid!" Jumping out of the window he snuck around the back through a trail one of his dramatic Morty friends had shown him and met up with a group of his fellow performers who had come looking for him as they knew the raid was to check for him "This way Robin!" Running after the small group of Mortys he panted but was distracted by how grateful he was that they were willing to protect him from their own grandpas; Making it to the Creepy Morty he ducked into the back after thanking his friends but soon felt his heart sink as he heard the sound of Ricks shouting then a struggle, His heart was pounding and his breath was coming out in short pants, He didn't want to let them hurt his...his family and he was about the wrench the door open to give himself up when the door was opened by a man, This man was tall and had a friendly gleam in his eyes, His teeth where bucked out of his mouth and his hair was bowl shaped. The man smiled warmly "So you are the boy all of these Mortys are fighting to protect, I have an idea of somewhere you may fit in here at the Citadel, If you can trust me" Taking the man's outstretched hand hesitantly, He looked out the door to see his friends smiling sheepishly at him and tall spike haired guards glaring at him in mistrust "What is your name?" Looking up at the smiling Rick he gulped "R-Robin" Starting to walk; The Rick with the strange haircut lead him out of the creepy Morty "Well Robin, I am Rick Sanchez from earth dimension J19-Zeta-7 but you can call me Zeta-7" Nodding he followed the man not knowing whether he was to be harmed or to be saved.

(1 year 1 week previous)

Standing tall Robin beamed with pride as his Citadel of Ricks badge was placed on his sparkling new uniform, His smile was almost as wide as his face and his heart swelled; Walking into the Creepy Morty he was swarmed with hugs and questions "will you still come and sing for us Robin" and other questions such as "so you're a guard now?" Smiling he reassured them that he would still come and sing for them and he would always check up on them and make sure that they are happy and healthy. Grinning with pride Robin took the stage for the first time as the head of Morty relations and truly sung his heart out as the future seemed bright and wonderful for him now.

(Present)

"And so that is how I became the head of Morty relations at the Citadel of Ricks" Looking impressed Morty smiled "So are you going to find a place for me here?" Nodding Robin stood "I have already located a spare room for you to stay in and arranged for myself to take you there and introduce you to a few of the Mortys in the building" Walking over to the door he motioned for Morty to follow him and after locking up his office he lead Morty towards his new home, Smiling happily as he crossed paths with his first Morty friend who smiled and waved upon seeing him. He was now indeed happy.

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Ok, This is my first story on here, This is my Rick and Morty OC Robin’s back story so I hope it is good and that you like it.

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