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achubbydumpling · 2 years

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A Little Extra: Cruise Ship

Rating: Explicit Words: 1000 Pairing: Andy Barber/Ransom Drysdale Additional Tags: Darkfic, Noncon, Dark Andy Barber, Drugging, Alcohol, Stuffing, Thigh Fucking

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Ransom Drysdale doesn’t do things by halves. When he turned 21, he gifted himself a two week luxury cruise. Technically, it was his granddad’s money, but he did pay with the credit card Harlan had given him.

Boarding was predictably annoying even with dozens of employees zipping around collecting luggage and handing out drinks. Social norms would dictate that he limits himself to one or two, but Ransom was pleasantly buzzed by the time he was finally on board.

But it was his birthday (week) so that was completely fine.

Ransom had that same attitude when he discovered there was an open bar on the top deck. Apparently compensatory, since boarding took so long. Ransom happily drank his fill. More than that.

He was pretty drunk by the time dinner rolled around. His balance failed him, and he stumbled straight into the arms of another passenger, who grabbed him tightly to steady him.

“What the hell?” Ransom pushed the guy away. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

Infuriatingly, he only smiled patiently at Ransom.

“I must’ve gotten in your way. Why don’t I make it up over dinner? I’m Andy.” He reached his hand out in greeting.

Is this guy serious? But, hey, Ransom wasn’t someone to turn down an invitation like that. Who wouldn’t want to spend their time in his company?

Andy gently steadied Ransom with a hand on his lower back. He led them under deck and to one of the restaurants. Seafood. Disgusting.

But Andy had already pushed another glass of prosecco in Ransom’s hand which quickly mellowed him out enough to stay. Their waiter brought a basket of bread and butter to the table.

Ransom kept to his drink until Andy buttered him up a slice and pushed it in his hand. Like on autopilot he started eating. The entire basket was empty by the time the waiter came back with their appetizers.

Andy kept refilling Ransom’s glass. First, prosecco, then wine and finally vodka cocktails. A few drops of dronabinol were hardly noticeable in those. Ransom didn’t question why Andy kept taking the glasses from the waiter instead of letting him put them down in front of Ransom. Too buzzed already to notice Andy pushing more food and drink on him either.

“You’re a really good listener,” Ransom slurred when their dessert arrived at the table. Andy smiled amusedly, he hadn’t gotten in a word edgewise in over an hour, but sure whatever made Ransom feel better.

“Why don’t you eat and then we can keep talking.”

“Yeah... I’m really— I’m hungry,” Ransom said like he’d just noticed it.

He dug in like he hadn’t just eaten two appetizers and most of two main courses. Both desserts to “share” ended up in Ransom’s belly too.

“Shit, I’m full,” Ransom dug his knuckles into the sides of his overstretched belly. They actually sunk in a bit.

The high-life had already left some small marks on his body. His teenage metabolism finally gone to shit, he straddled the line of actually softening up. Now, though he looked nice and bloated. Andy couldn’t wait to take him back to his cabin.

“Ready to go?”

“Huh?” Ransom blinked up at Andy. He looked so fucking dumb Andy almost burst out laughing.

“Back to your room.” Andy obviously talked down to him, but Ransom didn’t even notice. He patted Ransom’s cheek and then pulled him up to his feet.

It took a good few minutes for them to reach Andy’s cabin because Ransom kept stumbling over his own feet.

“How much longer?”

“Almost there.”

“I’m hungry.”

“I know,” Andy reassured Ransom and once he’d led him inside to the bed, he handed Ransom some peanuts from the mini-bar.

“Are you gonna be good for me or do you need some more to drink?”

Ransom blindly reached for the tiny Vodka bottle (topped off with more dronabinol) Andy was holding out and downed it in one gulp.

“’s not water.”

“I know. Why don’t you turn over for me now, honey?”

Ransom started to form a question but when Andy helped turn him over, he went without much struggle. Even when Andy started pulling his trousers down, Ransom didn’t have the wherewithal to do anything about it.

“Would you look at that,” Andy groaned when he saw how thick and soft Ransom’s thighs were. This rich boy was definitely spending most of his time sitting on his ass. Pasty white and doughy. Andy couldn’t resist but grab two handfuls and knead them roughly.

Ransom actually started grinding against the bed. Andy palmed himself through his slacks while he watched Ransom writhe around completely uncoordinated. His original plan had been to have his fun and dump Ransom back in his cabin at the end of the night, but fuck if this wasn’t the prettiest thing he’d seen.

Andy had been itching for a proper fuck but seeing the way Ransom’s legs rubbed together gave him a different idea and his patience was wearing thin. He leant over Ransom’s back and got a bottle of lube out of the bed side table.

“Who— What are you doing?”

“It’s ok, honey. Don’t worry about it.” Andy smoothed his hands down Ransom’s back until he relaxed and then wandered further down until he’d reached Ransom’s thighs again. He slicked up the tight space between them, not caring about the mess on the sheets.

Ransom squirmed under the touch. Torn between pulling away and pushing back.

With one hand Andy undid his slacks and pushed his briefs down enough to get his cock out. Two, three strokes were enough to get him fully hard. The anticipation was driving him crazy.

Andy prepared for some resistance, but he slid in easily. Fuck, he didn’t think he could walk away from this like usual.

+++

“C’mere, drink something. I think you’re a bit confused.”

“’S weird.”

“Must be because it’s filtered. Do you want to sleep some more?”

Ransom shook his head. That dumb, doe-eyed expression was back.

“Hungry?”

#I made this :D #Darkfic #Stuffing #noncon/dubcon #chubby Ransom #dark feeder Andy #Get Beached #Get Beached 2022

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fnafshow19 · 7 months

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Luz's Unlucky Lunch

The campus of Hexside School of Magic and Demonics was abuzz with activity. It was late autumn, around the time of Thanksgiving in the human realm, and the Boiling Isles were celebrating their equivalent: the Samhain Harvest, a day of feasting and relaxation. There were technically supposed to be classes today, but all the teachers had dismissed early for the holiday, and most of the students had stayed around to enjoy a fair that had been set up in front of the school.Luz, the only human studying at Hexside, stared in wonderment at the various attractions and the students stuffing themselves as she paced from stall to stall. She wondered absentmindedly if witches’ biological differences included a more malleable stomach; many of her peers proudly displayed overstuffed, round bellies, some of which seemed large enough to fit a whole person inside. Surely the squirming she’d seen and the muffled cries she’d heard were just her imagination, though…right?While wandering through the festival and admiring the sights, Luz almost didn’t notice when she came up behind one of her friends, who seemed to be preoccupied with a meal. “Oh, hey, Willow!” she said, tapping her classmate’s shoulder. “Are you enjoying…the…whoa…”The human’s voice died out as Willow turned, a pair of black boots sticking out of her mouth. She held up a hand to indicate she needed a moment, then slipped off her meal’s shoes and gulped her down the rest of the way, depositing the girl in her stomach. “Hey, Luz!” she said once she had swallowed. “Do you like the harvest festival? It’s my favorite time of year, heh…”“Uh, y-yeah, it’s…really great…is that, I mean, d-did you—” Luz stammered.“Oh!” Willow interrupted. “That’s right, you probably don’t do this in the human realm, do you? Around the harvest festival, any witch or demon can be a meal, basically. Sometimes people try to convince somebody to offer themselves, and sometimes…” She patted her massive gut contentedly, provoking a muted shout of protest from inside. “…they just eat each other because they feel like it!”“Wow…” Luz said in a hushed tone, only distantly aware of how intently she was staring at the floral witch’s shifting belly. “Wait, so this is just a thing for witches, right? I guess I couldn’t…uh, y’know, not that I’d want to eat anybody! But hypothetically, if I did?”“Hmm, I’m not actually sure,” Willow responded. “Oh, you should ask Amity! She’d know all about this kind of thing.” She paused, looking past Luz for a moment before adding, “Sorry, but I think I just saw dessert. I’ll catch up with you later?”“R-right, yeah, good idea,” Luz said, bidding her friend farewell as she hurried off to pack Skara into her belly alongside Boscha. The human sighed, carrying on through the festival in search of another familiar face.Just ask Amity. Easy, right?Free samples from half a dozen booths had filled out Luz’s belly considerably, but she still felt surprisingly hungry. Maybe it was because of what Willow had told her—try as she might, she couldn’t help but fantasize about swallowing Amity whole, whether she was willing or not. Part of her was concerned that the idea of her girlfriend resisting didn’t put Luz off the idea of eating her, but she almost felt as if it would be better that way. Feeling her struggle and hearing her scream on her way down the human’s throat, turned into nothing but lunch by an inferior human, stewing in digestive acid as countless onlookers ignored her plight…Lost in thought, Luz snapped back to reality when she ran into somebody—the very cotton-candy-haired girl she’d been thinking about, in fact. “Oh, sorry, Amity!” she said, helping her girlfriend regain her balance.“You’re fine!” the witch assured her, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek by way of greeting. “How do you like the festival so far?” She gave her girlfriend’s stuffed paunch a poke, giggling as it gurgled in response. “Looks like you’ve been enjoying the food, hehe…”“Yeah, it’s a lot of fun!” Luz said, beaming. “Although it’s all been a bit of a, well…”

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heros-original-characters · 10 months

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@tazzes-original-characters

Yes! But...

Double counter!

Ashton: Don’t worry, I have a permit.

Ayame : ...This just says “I can do what I want”.

Ayame : Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.

Ashton: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

Ayame : A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it.

Ayame : And I started thinking.

Ayame : Like, it was just trying to get food.

Ayame : What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck?

Ashton: Are you ok?

Selah: Why do you hang out with me?

Sky: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me!

Selah: …

Selah: I feel a bit sorry for you.

Sky: Can we get a birthday cake?

Selah: It’s not your birthday.

Sky: The cake won’t know!

Frost: Happy October 32nd! Second Halloween!

Nia : That doesn't exist.

Frost: Not with that attitude.

Nia : Frost? What are you doing here?

Frost, wearing a hawaiian shirt, sunglasses and holding a gatorade: My best.

Alice, at Selina's funeral: I need a moment with them.

Everyone: Of course. *They leave*

Alice, leaning over Selina′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.

Selina: Yeah, no shit.

Alice: Eat shit and die, Selina!!!

Selina: Eat shit and live, Alice.

Alice: Hold the fuck up.

Selina: Excuse me?

Alice: I said hold the fuck up.

Selina:

Alice: I’m the fuck up, hold me.

Deus: *casually taking four stairs at a time*

Viri, falling behind, taking two stairs at a time: Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fu-

Deus, trying to comfort Viri: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.

Viri: According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it.

Deus: …I was hungry.

Viri: Hey, wanna hear a funny joke?

Deus: I only like dark humor.

Viri, turning the lights off: What do you call a fake noodle?

Deus:

Viri: An IMPASTA!

Vitris: You’re giving me a sticker?

Holly: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Vitris: I’m not a preschooler.

Holly: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Vitris: I earned this, back off!

Holly: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos.

Vitris: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

Holly, admiring a sleeping Vitris: You’re so cute.

Vitris, sleepily: I could beat your ass.

Holly, lovingly: I know.

Vitris: I’m a reverse necromancer.

Holly: Isn’t that just killing people?

Vitris: Ah, technically.

Holly: Why aren’t you sleeping?

Vitris: I’m too busy plotting your murder to sleep, Holly.

Holly:

Vitris: ...The nightmares.

Holly: *wrapping their arms around Vitris* Awwww, sweetie-

Vitris: I hate you.

Holly: Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

Holly: Vitris, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Vitris, naked in Holly's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Holly, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

Holly: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, Vitris?

Vitris: …Not really.

Holly: Nothing?

Vitris: Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited there.

Computer: Please enter a password.

Vitris: *types in Holly*

Computer: Your password is too weak.

Vitris: How fucking DARE YOU-

Vitris: Holly... you've been cuddling with me for over and hour now.

Holly: *muffled* mm hmmm :)

Vitris: Fuck. I should be annoyed but you're adorable.

Holly: I like your new pants!

Vitris: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Holly: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

Vitris: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Holly: Thats’s… not what I meant.

Vitris: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Holly.

#incorrect quotes

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noctumbra · 3 years

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𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆

summary ─ walking away from you had never felt this painful before, bucky realized.

pairing ─ fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ angst, angst, more angst, crying, conversations, confessions, goodbye scene without the sex in it, happens a couple months after the graduation

a/n ─ so. technically this is the last part, but there will be an epilogue (i’m not sure about this. i might write and post one). until i post an epilogue, accept this as the final part. i'm hoping to write that very soon. after that, we will be done with this series. i hope you like it! @babyboibucky you asked for "more angst" and you're receiving with this part. blame her :d please leave a comment if you like it! thank youuu <333

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Ever since the graduation, life was being really hard on Bucky.

He had been looking for a job and a place for himself for the last five months because he needed money and just couldn’t live with his parents: The house was too crowded, and they were too curious. It hadn’t been easy so far; Bucky had to dodge his mother’s ‘why are you still single’ questions all the while running from one job interview to another as well as meeting with a real estate agent for affordable apartments. He knew he couldn’t rent one until he got a job, but he wanted to cross it off his list.

Sighing, Bucky plopped on one of the first empty benches he saw.

The weather was hot as hell, and he was sweating like a pig in his suit. He could feel the shirt sticking to his back slowly. He was thirsty and hungry and tired; all he wanted to do was to go home, take a cold shower, eat something and sleep, but he couldn’t. He still had two interviews to get over.

“Fuck my life,” he whispered under his breath. Digging through the small bag he carried with him everywhere, he pulled out a bottle of water. It was half-empty, but it was better than nothing. He quickly drained it, wiped the slight sweat beading on his forehead and stood. If he stalled a bit longer, he was going to be late for his interview.

Just as he started walking, he felt his phone vibrate. Pulling it out, Bucky saw two messages from the interviewers. They were cancelled due to scheduling problems.

“Shit,” he hissed. He was both happy and sad; happy because he was going home instead of dragging himself all around New York, and sad because he was more likely to never hear for them again since those kinds of messages usually meant ‘we found someone already’. Cursing under his breath again, he changed his route. He had some money left, so he decided to get a sandwich from Subway. He really didn’t want to pass out on his way home, he couldn’t deal with that.

He was halfway to the nearest Subway when his phone vibrated again. It was a text from Sam.

we’re at lolly’s, it said. join us. been a while since i saw your ugly face. Bucky snorted as he shook his head. Lolly’s wasn’t so far away from where he was, probably as close as the Subway. He sent Sam a ‘on my way’ text and started walking.

Sam was right. It had been a while since he saw them. He was too busy chasing down job interviews that he couldn’t spare some time to his friends and night outs as much as he would like to. They were probably in the same rush since they didn’t reach out to him, and that was okay. Life was hard and messy and could get super busy super quick.

He sprinted as soon as he saw the diner. Using his long legs to run across the street, he walked inside panting lightly.

The place was buzzing. It wasn’t overly crowded, but it wasn’t empty either. There were families and students and friend groups all talking and eating at the same time. Laughter and chatting sounds were filling the small diner, and it was making the place look and sound all cozy.

His eyes danced on the people sitting in the booths until he found them. They were in their usual booth. Grinning, he made his way towards them.

“Oh, look it’s Barnes!” Sam grinned at Bucky. “Nice to see that you’re as ugly as before.” Bucky chuckled and hugged him.

“Shut up, Wilson, we both know you have a crush on me,” he said, making everyone on the table laugh. Bucky quickly hugged and greeted his other friends before he took a seat. “What are we having?” He asked, he was starving and was pretty sure that if he went without food a little bit longer, his stomach was going to go apeshit on him.

“We ordered greasy burgers as always,” Steve said, grinning. “Loki hates it.” Bucky saw Loki rolling his eyes, but he knew Loki was having fun. He smiled. “We ordered for you, too. It should be here any minute now.”

“Y’all are saints,” Bucky breathed in relief. The refusals and complaints immediately filled the small table, and Bucky laughed. He really missed his friends.

─

It was hours later when they left the diner with full bellies and laughter ringing in their ears. They ate and drunk and talked about what they have been doing since the graduation, how the life was treating them and all that jazz.

Bucky felt good when he heard that his friends, too, were going through the same things as he was. It felt nice to know that he wasn’t alone.

“I’m getting married,” Sam said as they stepped on the half-full sidewalk. All of them stopped suddenly, looking at each other with surprised etched on their faces.

“Are you kiddin’ me?” Bucky asked. “You’re─ Really?” Sam nodded, grinning widely. “Holy shit, man, I didn’t even know you were datin’ with someone.” The others chuckled.

“I didn’t either,” Loki said. Bucky heard Steve agreeing with him.

“Well, we kept it pretty low-key,” Sam explained. “We’ve been dating for three years? Almost?” He shrugged. “It got serious in the last year. I proposed to her already and we’re gonna tell our parents as soon as I hear back from one of the interviews I gave around.”

Bucky smiled. “Wow,” he said. “I’m proud of you man,” he added quickly because he was. He really was proud of Sam. “Congrats.” Bucky threw his arms around him and patted his back a couple times. Sam smiled and murmured his thanks. As he stepped back and let the others hug Sam, Bucky couldn’t help but imagine if this would happen to him if he were to treat you like you deserved.

Would you marry him? Would you mind keeping him forever? He wanted to know. He felt like he knew the answer already, but he wanted to hear it from you. He wanted to know if he ever stood a chance, if you’d ever accept him like that. He was too much of an asshole, he knew, thank you very much, but Bucky also knew that he’d get his shit together for you. Maybe he wouldn’t in the beginning of your… relationship, but he would now. It was too late, though.

“We planned a summer wedding, but it really depends on the time that I’ll be hearing back from anyone,” Sam sighed. “’s gonna be alright,” he said. “We both know that.” Bucky smiled sadly. He wished he could say that, too.

“I’m happy for you, Wilson,” he said instead. Sam sent him a soft smile. Placing his hand on Sam’s shoulder, Bucky pulled him against his side. “Let’s go home.” The others all agreed, and they started walk down the sidewalk.

They were crossing the street when Bucky saw you.

You were across the street where he was going with your own friend group. You were laughing and looked so beautiful in that white dress, Bucky wanted to sob. He missed your face, missed seeing you laugh, he realized, and his heart gave a painful thud in its cage.

Clearing his throat, he crossed the street when the light turned green for them. His eyes never left you; they watched how you joked and laughed and grabbed your friend’s arm while you giggled… Bucky missed you so fucking much.

“Barnes?” Sam nudged him when they stepped off the road. “You alright?” Bucky nodded absently.

“Yeah,” he murmured. The need to be near you, the want to talk to you was about to consume Bucky, and he was aware that he was going to make an ass of himself, but he didn’t care. “Hey, why don’t guys go ahead? I’ll catch up.” Sam frowned. “It’s fine. I saw someone and wanted to tell them something, that’s it.” It wasn’t so convincing, Bucky knew, but thankfully, Sam didn’t say anything. He just nodded and walked the opposite way.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky marched on where you were standing with your friends. He wasn’t about to jump into the conversation, that would be rude. He was going to see if he would be able to catch your attention. As he stepped into your sight, he waved his hand. You were too into the conversation, you didn’t see him at first, but then a movement caught your eyes. Lifting your head, you saw Bucky and froze for a second.

“Um,” you cleared your throat. “Can you give me a minute?” You said to your friends, and they nodded, going back to their conversation right away. You went up to him.

“Hi,” he said, a little breathless because you looked so beautiful. You smiled softly.

“Hi,” you breathed. “What are you doing here?” You couldn’t help but ask. He shrugged. Grabbing his bag tighter, he licked his lips.

“Was hanging out with the boys,” he said. You nodded slowly. “Then, I saw you and thought I could, y’know,” Bucky shrugged awkwardly. You nodded again. “You look beautiful,” he blurted.

You felt heat rushing to your cheeks. “Thank you, Bucky,” you murmured. Bucky’s heart made a flip as the oxygen got trapped in his throat.

You could have been together, Bucky thought. You could have been dating still, and this encounter wouldn’t be so awkward. Bucky wouldn’t feel like there were miles between you two while you were one of those people who knew him really well.

“Bucky?” You reached out and touched his arm. “Are you okay?”

“You told me you loved me,” Bucky blurted out. He couldn’t keep it in anymore. He wanted it out, out, out. He needed to get rid of it. He needed to tell you.

“ What?” You frowned.

“The night you got drunk and called me,” he explained. “You told me that you loved me, but you didn’t want to love me because it hurts you.” Bucky swallowed harshly. “You said you didn’t want to see me anymore because I just make you want to cry.” Sighing, Bucky tried to hold his tears back. “You─ You said that I never saw you as─ as a relationship material because you knew you weren’t enough.”

“Bucky─” You gasped.

“Please,” he begged. “Let me finish it. I─” Bucky took a deep breath. “I want you to know that you were enough,” he said, finally lifting his head up and looking at your eyes. They were full of tears already. “You were enough for me. You were more than enough. I was the one who wasn’t enough and didn’t deserve you. It─ It hurt like hell when I heard you say that you don’t want to love me anymore because it hurts you. I wanted to hurt myself for you because you didn’t deserve to be hurt.” He sniffed, trying to hold back tears was getting harder.

“Y/N,” Bucky said. “I want you to know that I love you. For real. This is no joke, there is no play, nothing. I just want you know that I love you so much. I told my friends about how I feel about you, and they didn’t believe. I don’t mind them not believing me, but I need you to believe me.” You felt tears rolling down on your cheeks gently as Bucky’s blue eyes bored into yours. The way he was looking at you felt like he was looking directly into your soul. You sobbed lightly.

“I treated you like shit,” Bucky murmured. “I know that. I’m so sorry. I made you feel like you weren’t enough when you were more than enough, and I hurt you. Because of me, you didn’t want to love, doesn’t matter who. You didn’t want to love, Y/N, because I was such a dick to you. I’m so sorry. I know no matter how many times I apologize, it’s not gonna undo all the damage, but I’m sorry. I truly am.” Bucky sighed deeply. “I should have told you that I love you long before. I shouldn’t have been such a coward about how I feel about you, I’m sorry for not acting on them before─”

With a sniff, you hugged him out of a sudden. Bucky backed a step and caught you immediately. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he hesitated only for a second before he pulled you in for a tight hug. You sobbed, face hidden in his neck as you held onto him. You missed him. You missed his body heat against yours, hearing his voice, feeling his arms around you… You missed him so much.

“Bucky,” you whispered when you pulled back just a little. You kissed him. Both of you had tears on your faces, but neither of you cared about it. Your tears-covered lips found each other. It wasn’t a filthy, passionate kiss, but a sweet, desperate and chaste one. You parted for oxygen and then leaned in to kiss him again. Pulling back, you rested your forehead against his, your eyes closed and lips close to his. “Bucky,” you whispered again, your hands were on each side of his face. “You knew how we were going to end up,” you murmured. You opened your eyes to look at his baby blue ones. “This is where we end.”

This was the first time you were seeing him this vulnerable, you thought as you watched his chin wobbled and tears spilling over his cheeks. He sniffed. He was nodding slowly.

He understood. He really did. He wasn’t good enough for you, he knew that, and he’d hate it if you were to settle down with someone who never truly deserved you. He loved you. You were his very first love, and everything was intense and strange to him, but he would get over it. He knew he had to. He just wanted you to be okay, wanted you to not hurt anymore, wanted you to love someone who was going to make you want to love.

So, he understood.

Nodding still, Bucky wrapped you up into another hug. He memorized how your body felt against his while hugging like this, how you held him, how you rested your head on his shoulder… He memorized all of it. With a sniff, he stepped back. He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed one last time. He breathed in your sweet scent, felt your soft lips against his and pulled back.

“This is where we end,” he whispered, repeating your words. You nodded. “Okay,” he agreed. He kissed your forehead before he stepped back fully. “Take care of yourself, please?” He pleaded. “I want you to be happy, to love, just… Be happy, alright?” You nodded once.

“I promise,” you whispered back. “Only if you be gentle with yourself.” Bucky cracked a half-smile and nodded.

“I promise.” You smiled at him. Your hand reached to his hair, and you fixed the rebel strands. Bucky took your hand, placed a soft kiss into your palm and dropped it. “Goodbye, Y/N. Thank you for loving me.”

You felt fresh tears licking your face, but you didn’t care. “Goodbye, Bucky. Thank you for loving me back.” Bucky pressed his lips together, looked at your for a second longer and turned around.

Walking away from you had never felt this painful before, Bucky realized. His feet were taking him away from you, but his heart was beating with you. It was screaming at him to go back and beg you to try once, but he wasn’t going to do that. You didn’t deserve that.

Bucky sighed. Nothing was going to make him feel as real as you did, he thought to himself. He was okay with it. He had to be okay with it.

So, Bucky walked away from you.

Once and for all.

─

After that, after you, Bucky never loved anyone ever. His heart belonged only to you.

#bucky barnes x reader #fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #fuckboy!bucky #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #echoes of silence

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sakura-83 · 3 years

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Things from Anne with an e that I feel like writing down

Season 2 Episode 2: Signs Are Small Measurable Things, But Interpretations Are Illimitable

1. Pasty white Canadian salt is too spicy lookin Gilbert Blythe goes to Trinidad

2. He is strong though so that’s something

3. Bash telling him he’s so skinny a good breeze will knock him over

4. Gilbert’s favorite foods are potatoes and boiled crab with salt. White boy in the 1890’s syndrome

5. “What’s wrong with that :(“

6. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a hot pepper in my life.” “Yeah, you? Your little dry-up body would go to war against itself!” “I think I could handle it.”

7. The way Gilbert furrows his eyebrows and cocks his head back in like. Amused confusion

8. Bash’s sad childhood

9. Gilbert sees one horse and is like “beautiful I’m gonna pet it right now.” Like thanks farm boy

10. Gilbert being. Naive to how the world works, to the idea of racial prejudice because he’s never seen it

11. The fact that even though slavery has been outlawed in Trinidad, Bash’s mother never left

12. Anne’s sweater is so cute honestly

13. Nate using the “you’re more mature than most kids” tactic on Anne.

14. Him gaslighting her until she lies to herself about seeing it

15. Nate flirting with Marilla is SO WEIRD

16. Cinnamon toast

17. “Any morning we don’t find ourselves in the grave should be celebrated.”

18. The cuthberts refusing the gold testing until later on

19. Matthew giving Anne money for a new slate

20. “Technically I broke it defending myself!”

21. “Ah, children. So precious, so expensive.”

22. Anne trying to prove to Nate that she isn’t a child. This is all textbook grooming that I acknowledged before as a whole but I never looked at individual tactics

23. Anne’s horror stories of the haunted woods

24. Jerry grinning while he takes care of the horses

25. COLE!!!

26. I’m realizing that bash appeared so suddenly that I don’t think I acknowledged his first appearance so uh. BASH!!!

27. Billy’s great and witty insults such as “hey sissy” and “Rembrandt” how clever. Haha.

28. Coles got a strong arm

29. I like how Mr Phillips has a thing for theatrics but cannot read aloud in any interesting fashion

30. Cole is really good at art oh my god

31. Josie Pye being hardcore conservative :/

32. Mr Phillips needs to stop hyping himself up as if he’s good as his job

33. Anne picking up Cole’s book

34. Cole writing in excessively flourished cursive out of spite <3

35. Poor Gilbert is a hungry growing boy feed him!!!!

36. Gilbert eating a mango with skin because why waste it if it’s still edible also the way he bit into it was so funny I’m sorry

37. The way Gilbert holds his little newsboy bag with both hands

38. Gilbert calling hazel ma’am and her being surprised

39. “They don’t feed you on that boat, Gilbert Blythe?”

40. Poor bash getting sent away by his own mother in favor of, yet again, someone else’s children

41. Marilla doing her hair differently but not really knowing how to do it differently. It looks really nice though!

42. Matthew staring at her like she’s crazy

43. “There’s no boy more sad and handsome than Gilbert Blythe.”

44. Cole being alone reminding Anne of herself and therefore she just claims him into the group

45. The other girls sitting with them because Diana has strawberry tarts

46. Josie pretending to get invited to sit with the older girls

47. Cole being genuinely happy

48. “C-A-T- cat! Mr Cuthbert, look! I write English :D”

49. Matthew being genuinely proud of him but only bro he able to express it by giving him Anne’s old slate

50. Anne’s imagination is so vivid she practically believes it all herself, as do her friends

51. The dark furred fox!!

52. Mr Dunlop is such a good actor I genuinely thought when I first watched this show that his aunt really did die

53. Mr Dunlop giving her a fountain pen!!!

54. I hate when Nate is having a good day

55. Poor Eliza panicking to plan this party

56. Mary Joe having to explain that alcohol in cooking is only for flavorings

57. The fact that the word fiddlesticks existed back then is so funny

58. Mr Dunlop turning the piano music pages for Diana

59. Matthew keeping a wary eye on Nate

60. Every time they say Nathaniel I laugh

61. Mr Dunlop singing with Diana

62. Nate reusing the same pickup line to manipulate multiple women

63. Mr Barry signing all his money away

64. Thomas Lynde eating all the sweets

65. Mr Dunlop deciding genuinely to stay in Avonlea

66. Nate trying to steal from the Barry’s and getting caught by Minnie May

67. Nate complimenting Minnie May to manipulate her and getting kicked full force

68. Anne lighting 10 entire candles and then trying to sleep with them lit

69. DUNLOP PUNCHING NATE!!! GET HIM!!!

70. I was wrong it’s more like 18 candles

71. Marilla leaving her with a lit lamp for comfort

72. Eliza not feeling like her husband listens to her concerns for not only her but their children as well

73. “I couldn’t bear never seeing London again.”

74. Matthew accidentally sneaking up on people

75. “I want us to give Anne a farm, a while one. And she can dig it up after we’re gone, if she wants.”

76. Matthew telling Anne that she’s safe being enough to put her to sleep

77. Gilbert and Bash’s dynamic is so great

78. Gilbert laughing about how Anne hit him over the head

79. “She should’ve done more than whack you.” “Wonder if I’ll ever see her again.”

80. Cole drawing Anne because the ink spots remind him of her freckles!!!!

81. Marilla saying good morning to Jerry. She’s come a long way from episode 1

82. Matthew giving Jerry the old slate and some chalk to practice English on!!!!!

83. Anne’s pen spilling ink when she finally tries writing a letter to Gilbert

#anne with an e #renew awae #awae #anne shirley cuthbert #marilla cuthbert #mathew cuthbert #cole mackenzie #diana barry #jerry baynard #rachel lynde

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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The MC is a Valkyrie

Demigod MC Series: Intro

Greek: Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares, Hestia, Nyx

Norse: Valkyrie

A bit of a change of pace this time! No worries, I'm not done with the Greeks or anything. I just had this idea and wanted to get it out.

Valkyries aren't really demigods, but are a part of Norse myth as the minor divinities that help choose and deliver fallen warriors to Valhalla to join the ranks of the einherjar (the souls who will fight when Ragnarok comes). Valkyries are depicted as women who are fierce warriors in their own right. Despite their place as the gatekeepers of the Chosen, they've been said to sometimes take heroes and mortals as lovers or take residence in Midgard posing as daughters of royals/nobility.

Lucifer

At first, they thought they grabbed an heiress - which would have been bad enough - but then the MC grew wings, drew a spear, and asked who among them wanted a glorious death...

How hard is it to find ONE damn human on Earth? Isn't that realm supposed to be full of them??

Diavolo was thankfully able to talk their winged friend down from skewering Asmo and accepting the exchange on behalf of the human wo-… Midgard.

Living with a Valkyrie is different for sure. The MC is a proud woman who takes her role very seriously and she's seemingly deemed him and his brothers as candidates for einherjar (despite being demons).

He's tried many, many times to explain to her that they're not interested, but she's unconvinced. Now the MC watches his brothers like a hawk waiting to cart one of them off to Valhalla! Any mortal wound could be an excuse...

He's had to save Beel and Satan twice from getting dragged to that infernal palace… For whatever reason, she seems to have taken to them the most. Is it old Norse culture to favor the brash and strong? He has no idea...

At the very least, she knows better than to try to drag him into her little plans. Though he's sure he could qualify for the einherjar (obviously, why wouldn't he?) he has no interest in leaving his life here behind.

To think he'd actually have to put surveillance on his own brothers for their safety… But they're not going to get drafted into some ancient Norse war, not if he can help it.

Mammon

She’s an heiress… An heiress!!

Well, her human world identity is an heiress to a well-respected (and rather magical) rich family but that still technically counts! She’s crazy loaded back there! He’s in love!!

The only problem is that in the Devildom she doesn’t have a cent.

… and the fact that she keeps trying to get him killed. That’s also a problem.

In a way, things are not as bad and exactly as bad as that sounds. The MC apparently wants him to go to Valhalla (dope) but she can’t just take him there… He technically has to die in some kind of “vallent battle” first.

Her solution? Pick fights with nearly anything that moves and drag him into it!

Honestly, it’s pretty annoying… Sometimes he just wants to have a fun night out without getting into a barfight, you know??

At least the MC can handle herself… Hell, he was her "babysitter" but she barely even needed him. A lesser demon once made the bad idea of trying to cup her ass and lost a hand for his trouble…

Though, what this amounts to is the MC starting something then fighting alongside him like back-to-back badasses while looking for any excuse to scoop him up and fly him to Asgard!

Why does he put up with this? Well for starters human world rich is still rich, all he has to do is get himself a portal then he's living the high life! And secondly, well… what's the harm?

Sure, she technically wants him dead but he's the secondborn! The list of people who can take him down is so slim that it's not like he's in any danger. She even fights with him so things are a piece of cake!

Is this a case where he's 100% more forgiving because she's rich? Yes. Absolutely. But a golddigger's gotta eat somehow, right?

Leviathan

Is it weird to be jealous over someone not wanting you to die...?

Okay, that's an oversimplification but Levi can’t help but feel snubbed that the MC doesn’t have any interest in taking him to Asgard. Like, none! And why not??

He’s strong! He’s tough! He’s part snake too! Don’t the Nords have a thing about that? Like, there’s a giant snake they’re all worried about?? Maybe he could communicate with it!

Logically, Levi knows that he really shouldn’t press her on this… MC is pretty much a Grim Reaper with a Norse coat of paint and Asgard doesn’t really sound like his speed. No anime, no video games, not even cable! It’s just eat, train, and drink all day… Ew.

But still… What makes him an odd one out?

At best, she just knows he wouldn't be happy there. At worst, she's underestimating his skill… or maybe she's gauged him just right? He's always known he was weak!! 😫

Oh well... at least she's not a bore to be around. Far from it. She treats EVERYTHING like a life or death trial - he's pretty sure that if he challenged her to rock, paper, scissors she'd commend him for his bravery and swear on her sisters that she won't lose.

He once made the mistake of inviting her and Simeon for a game of Devil Party and they both got so into it that they nearly had a duel to the death as a tiebreaker…

Thank Devil that the game had a pre-programmed minigame for that kind of thing… It would have gotten messy otherwise.

Well, even if his other brothers go to Asgard, he can just chill out here with Lucifer and Asmo… right…? Actually, no, that sounds horrible! MC, he changes his mind!! Take him too!!! 😭

Satan

How many times does he have to say that he doesn’t want to go to Asgard?!?

Well, okay that’s not entirely true. Out of scientific curiosity, seeing the godly realm of the old Nords would be fascinating but he doesn’t want to stay, which the MC seems to have trouble understanding…

He’s not even sure why she's singled him out for einherjar status… Any one of his brothers are powerful beings in their own right and he’s not particularly, uh, “even-tempered” himself...

His best guess is she saw him wipe out a handful of lesser demons at some point and declared him Ragnarok material. He always ends up throwing around at least three of those idiots a week so checks out…

If he's being honest, her very existence raises so many questions… Does this mean that Ragnarok is real? Will the human world be swallowed up by the sea? Will the gods of Asgard fight and die as a new world is established? When??

Unfortunately, the MC won't tell him when it all will come to pass (he suspects even she doesn't know) just that Loki will trigger it… Someone keep tabs on that guy.

Until then, he just has to put up with her attempts to convince him but his patience is wearing thin… He's pretty sure he threw a bookshelf at her once but she caught it anyway so yeah...

He did challenge her to a proper duel too but… well let's say she's a Valkyrie for a reason and leave it at that. (Being saved by Lucifer was so humiliating… He's done here, move on already!!)

Asmodeus

First things first, she's gorgeous. Beautiful! Divine! (Literally 🤭)

Now that that's out of the way… She may also have a screw or two loose.

Like, he gets it. She's a Valkyrie and snapping up strong souls is her thing but come on… Mammon? Really? Why would he get into Valhalla instead of him, huh??

Why can't he get to go to the beautiful afterlife of the old Norse with all their strapping warriors, lovely maidens, and endless partying?? It's not fair!!

Ugh… and now she's got him sounding like LEVI! How frustrating…

Well, it may not be that bad. According to MC, he'd have to do battle training in Valhalla and that wouldn't really agree with his beauty routine. Like dirt, sweat, blood, and muscles? No thanks! Not for him.

He asked MC if he could get some kind of pass, but no dice… Maybe he could still convince her to let him vacation there… Or go for a visit? Just one? Surely that couldn't be so bad right?? He's heard that Thor looks NOTHING like people think he does and he's so curious!!

The closest he's ever gotten was challenging the MC to a fashion contest for a visit, but he dropped that idea quick when she proposed that they somehow include a wrestling match in the dressing room (and he knows she didn't mean the fun kind...)

As much as he'd love to get skin-to-skin with MC, the idea of getting locked in a chokehold was less appealing for some reason. 🤔

Ah well, he'll just have to make due admiring her wonderful body clothed for the time being… There's something to be said about muscular ladies, no?

Beelzebub

So she’s almost convinced him to join the einherjar like twice now…

He’s not the best at making decisions when he’s hungry and the MC keeps hyping up the food… Apparently it’s really good up there and MC says that she’s never seen an empty platter... Just thinking about it makes his stomach do backflips.

Thankfully for him, Lucifer usually steps in before Beel can sign his soul away and reminds him that he can’t just abandon the family for a meal, even if it is a feast.

You'd think he'd be annoyed but Beel isn't really bothered by her habit of trying to bring everyone to Asgard. At least not on a personal level.

Like Lucifer, he doesn't want to see his family broken up so he'd rather she wouldn't… But she's a Valkyrie right? It's what she does. It's not like she can help it.

In a weird way, he also thinks she means well. She just respects them and wants them to have a good afterlife. It would be kind of sweet if they didn't have to die for it first…

If he's being honest, he's not that worried about it anyway. His family is pretty tough, not a lot in the Devildom can take them down. As long as they're careful, everybody should be alright. 🙂

Maybe he could get MC to make some Valhallan food for them in the Devildom… Or he could get one of those immortality apples?? Though those would extend his life wouldn't they…? Oh well...

Belphegor

Belphie's attempt to kill the MC went something like this:

Belphie: *switches to his demon form* "I can't believe you actually trusted me!"

MC: *blinks* "Oh. So you want to challenge me then?"

Belphie: "What?"

MC: "Ah, now I see! You want to fight to prove your valor then die by my hand??"

Belphie: "What are yo-??"

MC: *summons wings and golden spear* "I like your spunk, demon!! Fight me with all you have and perhaps I'll take you to Valhalla! May you join us in our fight as a brother!!"

Belphie: "What the hell are you talking about!?!"

To his credit, he put up a good fight and probably would have gotten into Asgard if Lucifer hadn't intervened to save his life.

It can be said that the MC's Valkyrie-hood took Belphie completely by surprise. Sure, he thought she was a little weird for a "human" but challenging him to a duel to the death? That came out of nowhere!

His uneasiness about her only grew after he found out that she's been literally trying to get Beel killed! How in the world were his brothers so relaxed about this?? She's insane!!

So say what you will about the MC, but she's managed to do the impossible. She got Lucifer and Belphie to make up and work together on something! (i.e. making sure she doesn't send them all to their deaths)

Between Lucifer monitoring his brothers and Belphie watching the MC, they'll keep everybody in the Devildom where they belong. That's a promise!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me demigods

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capesandshapes · 3 years

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Didn't You Know? (Post Reveal/Pre Relationship)

Summary:

Marinette is sick and realizes that Adrien has a secret to tell her.

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The music was loud.

Far too loud.

But she knew at the same time that she was drunk, far too drunk; so that might have played a part in it. Adrien sitting at the bar with girls surrounding him—draped on his shoulders and with hands on his knees— might have also played a part in it. Because she’s tired, and sick, and lonely; and he’s there like he always is, waiting to take her home, waiting to take care of her because he feels like it’s his duty.

Because he’s Chat Noir and she’s Ladybug, and he promised one day however many years ago that he would always take care of her. Now she has to live with that. Now she has to live with wanting him, but still not fucking saying it.

And just when her night seems like it can’t get worse, some guy dumps a pint of whiskey on the front of her dress and makes to clean it up, his napkin at the ready to blot it like this totally isn’t some pre-planned thing—

“Oof,” a familiar voice says beside her, placing his sweatshirt around her shoulders before she can even protest and pushing the hands away before the man can try to ‘help’. “Thank you for that, but she’s already taken care of, I think I’m gonna take her home.”

And immediately the guy, some big burly man likely in his thirties, is flinging accusations and acting like he knows everything. “And who are you to do that?” Like he wasn’t just trying to do something awful.

“I’m her husband,” Adrien says, flashing a black and green ring while throwing a cheeky smile over his shoulder as he pulled the two edges of his sweatshirt a little bit closer around her. “Happily married,” he mutters, his eyes softening as they landed on hers and he saw her pull the sweatshirt on to really sell the statement. He leaned forward to zip it up, throwing the man another smile, this one verging on a warning as he placed his hand on Marinette’s shoulder.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize,” the man began, blinking as Adrien made to herd her away.

“It’s fine,” Adrien said, his arm around her shoulders and his eyes staying firmly on her. “She’s going home.” In a stage whisper, he added, “you’re sick, aren’t you sweetheart?”

Which was only half because of the other man and half because she actually was sick, and he wanted an answer.

She had been wondering how long she could keep it from him that night, how long she could last dancing with Alya and accepting only water. Now that he knew who she was, Adrien had a way of seeing through all of her other disguises too. Like her telling herself that she wasn’t sick and trying to act like she wasn’t sick.

Even though a small part of her was afraid she might have caught the flu or been suffering from some sign of overwork…

“I’m going to get your coat,” he said, guiding her near the door.

“Are you also going to go and tell more people that we’re married?” She asked wearily, swaying on her feet.

He laughed, leaving a small kiss on her forehead that almost made her cross her eyes. “I tell everyone I’m married; it keeps them from hitting on me and technically I am…” He raised his hand, waggling his eyebrows at her, “married to the job,” he joked. “I’m taken in more ways than one.”

She wished she didn’t laugh, if only because it encouraged that type of thing. As his friend, she shouldn’t have been happy that he was sitting in clubs with his miraculous on his ring finger, turning away girls who could have been something to him. As his friend, she shouldn’t have raised the sleeve of his sweatshirt to her nose as he walked away, smelling the soft cologne that he’s taken to wearing instead of the Agreste branded stuff.

She really sucked at this whole being his friend thing. More so now than ever.

He reappeared with her jacket, her housekeys in his hand. He didn’t, of course, make any moves to replace the sweatshirt around her shoulders, just another addition to the list of many things that would always make her wonder about where she actually stood with him.

Alya always insisted that he liked her and was just waiting for the right time to say anything, but two years had passed since they’d revealed their identities and Marinette had started to doubt that. If it was more than a childhood crush, he would have told her by now.

Then again, she thought as she watched him wait for their taxi, she hadn’t told him.

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Adrien unlocked her door and hauled her stuff inside, Marinette following closely behind. He reached around her once she was safely inside, closing the door and locking it.

“I’ll stay on the couch tonight in case you need anything,” he informed her. Adrien was often overbearing when she was sick, a trait that he’d picked up from her once she learned that no one was really around to care for him when the boy was sick. It almost became tradition for the man to sleep in her living room whenever she was ill, another reason why she didn’t want him to know.

It was almost painful how much he cared.

That was the problem with the two of them, someday he would get a girlfriend or she would have another boyfriend, and they would tell him how weird this was, that he cared way too much for the young woman and she cared too far beyond reason for him as well. Then it would end.

She didn’t want it to end.

She wanted a thousand different things in her life, like to start her own fashion line and see the world, but she didn’t want Adrien to leave her.

She was in love with Chat Noir. How long? She couldn’t tell you. Before the reveal, probably. Before she knew that he shared those green eyes with the other guy who made her chest feel heavy and her breathing weak.

“You should shower,” Adrien said. “Are you hungry? We didn’t go out to eat this time.”

“I had a microwave meal.”

“You didn’t eat then,” Adrien proclaimed, marching into her kitchen. Ever since he learned how to cook one summer at Nino’s grandparents, he was a storm in the kitchen. He made food for her whenever he could, always watching her closely for her reaction to that first bite. It reminded her of her father in a way, that excitement to watch her experience new things and know that he was responsible.

She sighed, lumbering into the kitchen on exhausted legs and wrapping her arms around his back, burying her face into it and murmuring her thanks. “I love you,” she mumbled, such a common phrase from her that it always just slipped out.

“I love you too,” he stated, his hands wrapping around hers and giving a reassuring squeeze. “You can put on a new one of my sweatshirts when you get out of the shower,” he said, because eventually she had started a whole collection of them without thinking about it.

She nodded, bending over to remove her high heels before traveling further into the apartment. He was already at her feet by the time she’d managed to overcome dizziness and bend over, beginning the process of unbuckling her heels and tossing them aside.

She blinked at him, feeling his soft blond hair brush against her leg and immediately giving into the urge to touch it. Her hand wove through the back of his hair and he pressed a small kiss to her leg as he finished the last shoe, tossing them aside. “There,” he said, smiling up at her.

She really hoped he thought she was red from the fever.

Freed from her shoes, she felt the world blink in and out as she stumbled to her bathroom, turning the shower on cold to combat her fever despite her body’s pleas not to. She practically fell into the shower and she knew that he heard, rushing to the door as quick as possible. “I’m fine,” she called before he could so much as knock, blinking at the mixture of shampoos and soaps before her. When would she finally make room for Adrien to have his own shelf? She shook her head, tempted as always to see if there was some magic in his fifty-dollar shampoo, but settling for her strawberry-scented one instead. Adrien had teased her the last time she’d used anything on his recommendation.

Finally clean, she emerged from the bathroom, walking the short distance in her towel before ending up in her room. “It’s almost done,” Adrien said from the kitchen as she pulled on a pair of joggers and one of his old sweatshirts, pulling her hair into a sad attempt of a bun.

Deeming herself close enough to presentable, she moved back into the kitchen, steadying herself on the wall when he noticed her and his face broke into a smile.

“You didn’t have any chicken stock, so I made leek soup,” he said, gesturing to the bowls, one for her, one for him.

She nodded, grabbing the bowl and moving to the living room, scooting too close into his side when he settled on the couch beside her, flicking on the tv. He threw on the show they’d been watching recently, a bad soap opera about werewolves that had the sets falling apart around them. She let out the softest yawn when the theme music began, sinking further and further into him until he finally finished his food, placing his arm around her.

“When is she finally going to realize that he’s in love with her,” she grumbled. “I mean, they’re dating, aren’t they?”

“I don’t know,” Adrien said, pulling the empty bowl from her lap and pulling her on top of him, the two laying together as the show continued to play. His eyebrows furrowed, concern for the characters showing on his face, “I mean, she has stuff at his place and everything.”

That didn’t mean anything, Marinette had things at Adrien’s place. She had more than one drawer, a whole closet even. “I mean, he said he’s in love with her, right?”

“Yeah,” Adrien agreed. “And they go practically everywhere together, people invite them as a couple.”

“And he sends her all these texts every day of things that she’s into!” Marinette complained. “I don’t know much about love, but that seems like it’s part of it.”

“Mhm,” Adrien agreed, pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth. “Thank you for the recipes the other day, by the way.”

“No problem—” she began, and then stopped, her eyes sliding over to him. He still watched the tv with the same expression, not even giving what he’d done a second thought.

“I think he’s finally about to say it,” Adrien stated with a frown. “It’s taken long enough.”

But Marinette couldn’t focus on the show at all. All she could do was stare at him. “You almost kissed me,” she marveled.

He cast her a questioning look, looking over at her just slightly before turning back to the tv. “Do you want me to fully kiss you, or?”

Marinette straightened, using her forearms to jerk back from him, her eyes wide.

He blinked, turning around to look at her, his eyebrows furrowed. “Marinette?”

“You kissed me,” she repeated, deciding at the corner was good enough and reaching to touch her mouth with her hand almost absentmindedly, tumbling against his chest in the process.

“Yes?” He said, peeling her off him to look him in the eyes. “I mean, that’s what people do when they’re dating—”

Her mouth fell open.

“Marinette..?”

“We’re dating?!” She yelled, her eyes wild.

He immediately flattened against the couch, looking almost as shocked at the statement as she was. “Marinette, I have stuff at your apartment, you have stuff at mine. I cook for you, we have shows. We watched all of Naruto together. You tell me you love me every day, and I say it back.”

“But that’s—We—” She floundered, almost falling off the couch.

Adrien’s hand caught her. “Marinette, be careful, you have a fever—”

“How long?” She asked, slumping into his hand. “We haven’t even kissed—”

“To be fair, we have kissed plenty of times before and I just assumed—”

“How. Long.” She repeated, and she could see the pure terror grow in his eyes.

“Two weeks?” He said, quickly explaining, “I mean, I sent you that long text about how much I liked you and you sent me back that you would be lucky to be my girlfriend, any girl would—”

She gasped, almost falling backward this time before his hands plastered themselves to the small of her back, the young man sitting up beneath her.

“Marinette?!”

“You’re my boyfriend,” she said loudly. “Oh my god, you’re my boyfriend.”

“Is that a bad thing?” He frowned.

“But you tell people that you’re married—”

“As a private joke,” he corrected. “I also tell people that I’m taken, not as a joke.” His hands pulled back from her, his voice almost unsure as he asked, “do you not want to be?”

“Of course, I want to be,” she squeaked. “I mean, that’s like asking someone if they want to be rich, or have a room full of puppies, or cure cancer—”

The corner of his mouth rose in a smirk.

“It’s just that I didn’t know,” she finished. “I haven’t even kissed you. And now I’m sick and I have this boyfriend here to take care of me, and he’s going to sleep on the couch…” Marinette struggled to list everything else wrong.

Adrien didn’t give her a chance.

No, instead he grabbed the side of her face and pulled her down, pressing his lips against hers in a firm, inarguable kiss.

“Well, I don’t have to sleep on the couch…” he said as he pulled away.

#lovesquare #post reveal pre relationship #marinette dupain cheng #adrien ageste #ladybug #chat noir #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #miraculous fanfiction #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #this isn't a fill this is for me #this is from my wips #my fanfic

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sholangagaga · 2 years

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Glamstar Family : A Fnaf Security Breach AU

Wowee wow guys! I didn't think my au would get so popular so fast (I got like 60 followers over the span of less than a week! Thanks so much!) like, holy cow!

I've been drawing and writing things for the AU nonstop, because it makes me happy and it apparently makes other people happy too! Someone had asked if there was a fanfic for the AU, and technically, there is! It's just confined to my google docs, haha!

I've decided to start posting the actual fic, alongside art and silly shitposts. I feel like this AU could use more expansion, and while it'll take me a bit to formulate all of my writings into chapters, I do at least have the prologue done! So, I'm posting that first!

This prologue takes place 3 months before the events of the Glamstar AU. Enjoy!

Chapter 0 : A Prologue to Oneself

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“Well? What do you think?”

“I think it’s just a normal child.”

“Oh he’s just so cute! He looks a little thin though, do you think he’s hungry?”

“This isn’t our problem. We should turn him over to the guards!”

“Yeah, let 'em handle him. We ain’t got any protocol for dealing with kids after hours.”

As the five adults bickered back and forth, the boy sitting across from them looked confused. Were they. . .deciding his fate?

The orange one with bear ears, the one the boy knew as Freddy, was trying to convince the others to keep the boy here with them. On his side was a woman with short white hair. Her name was Chica, and while she was agreeing with Freddy, her topic of conversation seemed to consistently trail back to food.

On the opposing side was Roxanne, a tan woman with long, wild silver hair and wolf appendages. Beside her was a taller man with dreadlocks and a reptilian tail. Montgomery, or Monty as the boy recalled, looked like he was just along for the ride and didn’t actually have a real opinion on the matter. They were arguing against letting the boy stay, even threatening to summon a security guard to throw him out.

Between both sides was a man with purple hair and rabbit ears. His arms were crossed, and he just seemed to be listening. There was no input, and his eyes seemed to linger on Freddy, as if watching his reactions. This was someone the boy didn’t know. He’d never seen this person before.

“Gregory has nowhere else to go!” Freddy exclaimed when the argument reached its peak. The boy, Gregory, looked up when his name was mentioned, but didn’t move or speak aside from that.

“That’s not our problem, Freddy!” Roxanne barked back, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at the vocalist. “We don’t have to do anything! We could get in massive trouble for hiding a child! You may be the namesake of this place but you ain’t our boss! I’m not taking a fall for you!” Freddy recoiled from the sting of her words, his ears drooping a tad.

“Bonnie, talk to him! He’d listen to you.” Monty looked towards the rabbit man that the boy now knew as Bonnie, who was standing there with a hand on his chin. It was hard to tell what emotion Monty was really expressing, considering his eyes were shrouded by sunglasses. Who wears sunglasses at night? Gregory thought, following his gaze.

After a tense silence, Bonnie shook his head. “This doesn’t concern me,” he began, re-crossing his arms, “You four are the main team here, I’ve got no stake in what you do or don’t do.”

The reactions from the others were varied, with Roxy throwing her arms up in frustration, Monty pinching the bridge of his nose, and Freddy and Chica looking crushed. Gregory was impressed that they seemed so. . .well, human. He’d always thought they were just regular robots with a bit of personality sprinkled into their binary code.

“However,” Bonnie continued, causing everyone to turn to him again, “It’s late, and we all need to recharge. Leave the kid here with Freddy, and in the morning, we deal with him through the appropriate channels.”

It was a decent idea, everyone got what they wanted in a way with minimal hassle. The others must’ve agreed, because they all murmured approvingly.

“Uh, wait, don’t I get a say in any of this?” Gregory raised his hand, causing all eyes to fall on him. Those steely expressions would’ve made anyone else cower, but they only emboldened him further. “I mean, you guys are just robots! You can’t just talk about me like I’m not here!”

“We prefer the term synthetic, thank you very much. ‘Robot’ is just hurtful.” Bonnie said with a hint of sarcasm.

“Oh Gregory, we were so absorbed in our discussion that we had not even thought to ask you what you thought. What would you like for us to do?” Freddy spoke, walking forward and leaning down to the boy’s height. His voice was soft and genuine, like he really cared about Gregory’s opinion. He hadn’t experienced that before.

“Well, I. . .”

Now that he was given a chance to speak, Gregory’s voice betrayed him. Did he want to leave and suffer on the streets? Or did he attempt to stay and fight a whole different battle that he’s never experienced before? It was certainly a big decision, but one that he found the answer to relatively quickly.

Looking up with a resolved fire in his eyes, Gregory spoke his answer.

“I want to stay.”

Elsewhere, a child with long blonde hair tied in pigtails sat in class. She looked down at her hands, which were neatly folded in her lap. Around her, the class was cheerfully discussing plans for a field trip that was going to take place in a couple months.

“Let’s go to an amusement park!”

“No way, a zoo!”

“I wanna go to the aquarium!”

Students rattled off different destinations, but no one seemed able to make up their mind. This chaos continued, much to the teacher’s amusement.

“What about you, Jaime?”

The class grew silent, turning to face Jaime, the blonde child. She furrowed her brow, disliking the sudden attention now solely directed on her. Jaime closed her notebook quickly, preventing nosy eyes from seeing what’s within its pages.

“Go on, don’t be shy.” The teacher cooed, leaning forward on her desk.

Jaime, now hugging the notebook close, took a second to find her voice. It was now or never. When will another opportunity like this come up again?

“The Mega Pizzaplex.” Jaime winced, expecting laughter and jeers from her classmates. Instead, she was greeted by a chorus of oohs and aahs from the excited children.

“I didn’t even think of that!”

“Who would have thought the weirdo would have such a good idea?”

“I wanna see Freddy!”

The students, now unanimous, began happily chanting Freddy’s name. The teacher hurried to calm the students down, promising that she’d set up the trip as long as everyone stopped yelling.

Amidst the noise, Jaime shrunk back into obscurity, a small grin forming on her face.

“Step 1, completed.” She said to no one in particular, suddenly thinking that it was worth coming to school today.

[Chapter 1]

#hoh boy!#I kept taking pieces out and putting them back in for this #i was working on this side by side with Foxy so excuse any errors!#security breach #fnaf security breach #glamstar au #glamstar fam au #glamrock bonnie #glamrock freddy #fnaf gregory #glamrock roxanne #glamrock monty

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“Why are you so nice to me” wakko or yakko max

To Wakko's delight, his brother kept good on his promise. Weeks passed and his brother devoted several days to restoring their bond just as it once was (the other days Yakko spent with Dot or with the both of them).

Heck, Wakko was so secure in his brother not abandoning him when Yakko asked if he could start up writing to Max again (at a much slower pace than before, he promised), Wakko said yes (barely) without hesitation. He knew that Max made him happy... and that he kinda owed it to Yakko to let him hang out with him again, as their little "not exactly falling out" was his fault (to him, anyway).

Everything was starting to seem... good- perfect, even.

However, Dot's birthday was rapidly approaching and Yakko was starting to get ideas.

"You know what we should do?" He said, lounging on the couch in the sunroom. "We should throw a ball for your birthday, Dot."

Dot perked up from her book. "What? Why? We never held balls for our birthdays before."

Yakko rolled his eyes. "That's because Grandma ruins everything. In this book I'm reading it says it was tradition for the royal family to hold big celebrations on their birthdays. I think it'd be fun- plus a great opportunity for you two to start making some friends."

Oh.

This again.

Wakko tried to laugh it off. "You'd have to get mum and dad to agree, and they've been pretty busy with the flooding in the west."

"Bah, that's mostly dealt with at this point. I'm sure they could use the break too," Yakko countered.

"B-but mom's coronation wasn't even that long ago," Wakko argued.

"It was over three months ago," Dot rolled her eyes. "I think a party would be fun," she looked to Yakko.

"Didn't you have fun at mom's coronation?" Yakko asked his middle sibling.

"Well I- I suppose I did..." Wakko thought back to the massive chalk drawing he had covered the floor with. It was pretty fun, and it made a lot of people happy.

"See? I'm sure a party in Dot's honor would be fun all the same- plus, making friends is great, I'm sure you'll love it," Yakko said with a reassuring smile on his face, though Wakko still wasn't quite convinced. However, he could see how much both of his siblings wanted this (even though the idea was only seconds old) and who was he to say no?

"Alright, I guess we can do that," He said, which made Dot clap in excitement as she began to detail everything she'd want for a party in her honor.

Wakko had a feeling this was going to be interesting.

.o0o.

As expected, their parents were ecstatic at the idea, and they spared no expense in attempts to create what they believed a much-needed celebration for the people of Warnerstock and their allies.

And to say it truly was Dot's creative vision would not be false. There were a lot of pinks- a lot, a lot of pinks. Though mostly tasteful, if you saw it it was hard to look away from.

But still, Wakko was happy for her, she was having the time of her life planning it all out with their dad, who was equally happy to spoil his little girl.

However, he knew deep down that despite what Yakko had sworn, her party was probably going to be very different from the coronation. He hoped it would be fun, but the more he watched decorations being put into place and talks about the guests and feasts the more he was beginning to worry.

He didn't say anything though, as the rest of his family seemed far too happy for him to want to bother them with his plight. They deserved this break, he was probably just being dramatic anyways. He'd be fine- and maybe make a friend just like Yakko said he would.

Wakko did his best to remain optimistic, despite the knots forming deep within.

It wasn't too long before the grand day arrived. Wakko had thought they had pulled out all the stops just for decorating but the day itself was insane too. Dot was showered in presents and even was taken out to town with William to go shopping for anything her heart desired, meanwhile Yakko, Wakko, and Lena stayed behind and supervised the final touches on the decorations.

Okay- really only Lena supervised, but Yakko and Wakko were technically there too. They didn't stay with her long, as she gave them a list of things to check up on so she could talk to some people which they were fine with.

Together, the brothers walked through the massive dining hall, checking curtains, flowers, vases, tapestries, etc. to make sure they were in the exact right places (not that the list really said where they were supposed to be) and checked them all off.

"So... are you looking forward to tonight?" Yakko asked, checking off 'left-most curtains'.

"Oh- uh- Yeah! I am... are you?" Wakko quickly said.

"Oh yeah, totally, it'll be great to see Max. It's been a while... you're still cool with that, right?" Yakko glanced down at him before checking another thing off.

Wakko nodded. "I won't try to prank or drive him away this time, I swear."

Yakko snorted. "I know you know better, I'm just asking if you're okay with me hanging out with him for tonight instead of you."

"Yeah, I am. You did say I should make friends after all," Wakko said, fiddling with gloves. Yakko looked away from the checklist and gave his little brother a side hug.

"I'm proud of you, you know that?" Yakko asked.

"Yeah, yeah," It was Wakko's turn to laugh.

"I'm serious-" Yakko let go and punched Wakko's arm lightly. "You're doing great. You should be proud of yourself too, you've come a long way."

Wakko smiled a little. "Maybe."

Yakko chuckled. "Well, it looks like we're just about done with this list. Wanna go turn it in to mom and go get changed into uncomfortable suits and greet guests for hours on end, or do you wanna just double and triple check the list until the last second?"

"Definitely check the list," Wakko laughed too.

And so the brothers did, until Lena caught wind of their shenanigans and forced them to start getting ready for the party (though they did cut a lot of time so technically they still regarded it as a win). At least those outfits weren't the worst they've ever worn (they were pretty confident nothing would ever top how itchy and miserable their funeral outfits were). Still, standing around and greeting people was a dreadfully boring job, not to mention awkward until their father and Dot eventually came to join them and actually do their job properly.

They knew their mom was busy, but leaving the two of them in charge was a little questionable.

Plus, after all that interaction, Wakko was starting to feel weird. Tired, but also not-? It was complicated. All he knew was that he wanted to be alone and maybe pace for a while, that'd be nice.

However, the party was to start in not too long, so he really didn't have time for that. He followed Yakko around for a while to the main party room where the people they had greeted before were all chatting amongst themselves. It wasn't too loud yet, but Wakko's tail twitched nervously as he weaved between people and conversations.

He hadn't been this nervous at the coronation- Wakko really wished he could figure out why he was feeling this way. Alas, he was unable.

He did feel a little better as Yakko and he found a spot of their own to chill in for a while, away from all the people.

"A lot of people came to this shindig, huh?" Yakko joked, "though probably no more than those who attended mom's coronation."

"Yeah..." Wakko said, trying to compare them mentally.

"More kids though, which is really good for you and Dot to make friends," Yakko said.

"Yep, yep," Wakko feigned enthusiasm.

"Are you okay..?" Yakko asked, causing Wakko to straighten out his act instantly and nod.

"Of course," he said. Yakko frowned.

"You don't have to lie you know," He remarked. Wakko bit his lip.

"M'just a little tired," he shrugged, figuring it was close enough to the truth.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Yakko asked worriedly.

Wakko nodded again. "I'll be fine, I'm probably just hungry."

Yakko laughed a little. "Alright, but you'll tell me if anything is wrong, right?"

"Mhm."

"Good."

The brothers stood in a bored silence for a while, before the rest of their family walked in and the festivities officially began.

It started with the feast, which was pretty harmless, as Wakko enjoyed talking with his family and the food was "quite excellent". The hall was filled with good cheer and hearty laughter, which he could appreciate.

However, after that, things began to blur.

It seemed only moments ago he was eating when suddenly everything was taken away and it turned into social hour. and Dot and their parents disappeared once more. He recalled Yakko asking if it was okay for him to go to Max, to which Wakko nodded and even pushed him away some. Oh god- he hoped that wasn't too aggressive.

Now he was alone. People were talking, walking, dancing, all sorts of activities. Wakko tried to take it all in, but all of the colors and sounds were starting to burn his eyes.

Friends. He was told he had to make friends.

He tried looking around for kids his age, but just turning his head made him dizzy.

Hmph.

Still, he was determined to function as a normal child would so he began weaving through the rapidly shifting crowd as he had earlier, just with a much louder and more busy crowd.

Suddenly his suit was starting to feel a lot more uncomfortable than before. God- if he could just find someone-

He bumped right into a lady in a bright purple dress. He quickly stuttered an apology before scurrying away as fast as he could, not even waiting for a response.

Seriously- was his suit trying to choke him? He pulled on it desperately, but if anything it just made the pull tighter. Wakko growled to himself as he walked further and further away from whoever that lady was, until he hit the wall.

At least the marble was cool, it was starting to feel like it was a million degrees in here.

Still, it wasn't enough. he still felt hot, and stuffy- was he even breathing anymore?

...Yes, yes he was. Rather fast though- oh dear, was that his heart? oh god- what was happening? Why was the music so loud? Why was his collar so tight? When was the last time he blinked? Where were these "kids" Wakko was supposed to make friends with?

Wait- no, he could see those. A group of them- shit, they were looking at him. Wakko noticed his nail was twitching nervously- he grabbed it and forced it to stop, but the kids laughed.

Wakko ran away again, covering his ears, his face turning red and the knot in his stomach transporting itself to his throat.

"No, no, no, no. Please, not now..." He pleaded with himself, but he didn't listen, and tears started to form. Wakko looked desperately for a quick way out, but still couldn't find any- curse the size of this place.

However, as his eyes darted around anxiously, he spotted something- a table covered in a white cloth that went to the ground. Without hesitation, Wakko went to it, making sure no one saw him before crawling underneath.

Wakko stayed there, covering his ears and rocking back and forth awhile, cursing his stupid brain for making these stupid tears that wouldn't end. He also cursed the stupid music for being too loud and the guests for being so many.

He wanted Mom.

He wanted mom to come and find him and scoop him up and take him to the playroom and sit in the rocking chair and rock him to sleep.

However, she didn't come.

No one did.

He was alone, and these tears weren't making him any calmer. Everything still felt so loud- it wasn't this loud before- he loved mom's coronation. Why was his brain so stupid?!

The young prince continued like that for a while, before someone came and lifted the tablecloth. He tried to make a run for it, but the someone grabbed his arm before he could- Wakko turned to look at their face and-

It was Max.

"S-sorry, I probably shouldn't... grab you," He let go, and Wakko scooted back, though he didn't leave. Max saw this as an invitation and joined him under the table.

"A-are- uh... Are you okay?" Max asked. Wakko looked away and shrugged.

"Right... not much of a talker..." Max recalled. Wakko nodded once, though he instantly regretted it, as it made his head feel weird.

Max tapped his fingers on his knee as he tried to figure something out. Wakko avoided any looks the Disney Prince gave him.

"Do you want some water? I can go get you some water," Max offered. Wakko sniffled and thought about it, before nodding once more (and regretting it once more).

with that, he disappeared, though not for too long.

Wakko noticed he stopped crying.

"Here, take this," Max handed him the glass. Wakko accepted the offering, taking a long drink.

Well, that felt at least a little bit better.

He glanced at Max.

"A-aren't you supposed to be with Yakko?" he asked.

"Dot was practically begging Yakko for a dance and I let him, it's her day after all," Max chuckled.

That made sense.

Wakko looked down at the glass, tapping his finger against it and looking at the water ripple.

"Do you need to step out of the party for a sec?" Max asked.

Wakko shrugged, taking a sip.

"Here- I'll help you find an exit," Max said, getting up and holding the cloth open for Wakko.

He hesitated.

He didn't deserve this- such kindness from the guy he locked in the tower mere weeks ago- it didn't make sense.

Then again, he'd give anything to get out of here.

Wakko listening to his senses and got out.

Carefully he followed Max through the gigantic room until they eventually reached a door, through which both of them slipped out of and into a calm and dark hallway.

Instantly, Wakko felt calmed, taking a deep breath.

"Wanna sit down?" Max asked, gesturing to the couches nearby. Wakko nodded. However, instead of sitting on the couch, he chose to lay on the cool floor, even taking off his gloves so he could feel the marble with his fingers.

Max didn't say anything for a while, not seeming to mind the silence. Which was good- because Wakko didn't feel like breaking it.

After a while though, a thought nagged at his brain.

Why.

Why on earth would Max help him? After everything he did? After everything he jeopardized? It didn't make sense.

Wakko sat up. Max looked at him but didn't say anything.

Wakko sighed.

"Why-?" He paused.

"Why... are you being so nice to me?"

"You were in trouble, I couldn't ignore that," Max shrugged. Wakko frowned, putting his gloves back on.

"I-i... Aren't you mad? At least a little?" He asked.

"It wasn't my first time being locked in a room for hours on end," Max snorted.

"Y-yeah, but I tried to hurt you. And Yakko..." Wakko looked at the ground. "I know how much you mean to him."

Max blinked.

"I- uh... well-" Max struggled with his words a moment.

"I don't... blame you, I guess. It's as new to you as it is to me and with a past and family tree like yours, I guess I don't blame you for lashing out? I dunno," Max shrugged, looking away.

Huh...

"Still... you didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to. Trust me, I would've helped any kid I found under there, but I'm glad it was you," Max said.

Wakko looked at him, deciding whether or not he believed that. Ultimately, he did.

"You know... Yakko talks a lot about you," Max said, piquing Wakko's interest.

"He worries a lot, but he says you're a really sweet kid, and I believe that," Max smiled a little. "You should be easier on yourself, you're still growing up you know?"

Wakko thought about that.

"I guess," He said. Max snorted.

"You know... you do seem like a pretty cool kid. I'm sorry if you ever felt I was ignoring you, I promise I'll try to make up for it too," He said.

Wakko thought about that too.

"Thanks," He said.

"I really do hope we can grow to like each other. Yakko means a lot to me and you mean a lot to him... you know?" Max blushed a little, scratching the back of his neck.

Wakko nodded, grinning a little.

"So... are we... cool?" Max asked.

Wakko thought about that as well.

"Yeah, we're cool," He said with his signature smile.

"Cool," Max grinned back. "Because I'm pretty sure Yakko might lose it if his dance with Dot ended and he can't find me."

Wakko laughed.

"Will you be alright?" Max asked, standing. Wakko nodded, getting up as well.

"I'm feeling a lot better... though I think I'll look for mum and dad," He said.

"Fair enough," Max nodded once. "Well- uh... see you around, I guess."

"See you around," Wakko laughed at his awkwardness before going back through the doors and back to the party.

Max followed soon thereafter, hoping Yakko wouldn't be too mad or worried at him for his sudden disappearance.

.o0o.

Yakko couldn't believe that a year ago today he thought his parents were dead. It baffled him honestly- he could turn his head and his parents were right there. They were never really dead- it shocked him to remember sometimes.

He also couldn't believe that only a year ago the most celebration they could share for Dot's birthday was a mini cake they had to sneak late at night.

And now look where he was- dancing in the middle of the ballroom with his little sister having the time of his life- despite the fact Dot couldn't stop giggling and he almost dropped her that one time.

However, he had to draw the line after three songs, which Dot understood, and he gave her back to their parents, hoping Max wouldn't be too mad about Dot taking up so much of his time.

"Ah, Max, there you are- sorry for dancing so long, I have a hard time saying no to her," Yakko laughed between pants, scratching the back of his neck.

"You just got done?" Max teased.

"Yeah, she really liked dancing," Yakko shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.

"You look like you could use a breather," Max raised an eyebrow at him.

"Who, me? Whatever would give that idea?" He played back, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"C'mon- let's go to the balcony," Max said, taking his hand.

When they got to the door Yakko paused as he looked back at his family, unsure. However, his parents looked at him, and after giving a fair look of warning, they both gave him a thumbs up and nod of approval, and Yakko went off with his prince.

However, they didn't pick a random one, they went all the way through the halls to the usual one they'd go to when Max visited Warnerstock (the kid had a thing for balconies).

"Ahh, fresh air," Yakko embraced the cool night.

"Yep," Max embraced it too, immediately going and leaning on the rails.

"Are you liking the party?" Yakko asked.

"It's pretty good- though a little crowded, but I always know how to find some space," Max answered.

"I feel that- when my birthday rolls around, I'll make it a lot less crowded. I don't know what Dot had against having it outside, but what are you gonna do?" Yakko shrugged.

"I think Wakko would appreciate a smaller shindig," Max said, looking at the garden.

"What makes you say that?" Yakko decided to take his place next to Max also leaning against the railing.

"Ran into him- he wasn't having the best time so I helped ground him again," Max said like it was no big deal.

It was.

"Grounded him? You- managed to calm him down? Is he okay? What happened?" Yakko asked quickly.

"Woah, woah, it's okay. He's totally fine, just... overwhelmed." Max said.

"Oh... well... I'm glad he's okay," Yakko took a deep breath. "And I'm even more glad you were able to help him- that's huge... really."

He looked at him when he said that last part. Max blushed.

"I would've helped anyone, seriously," He looked away.

"Mhm, sure," Yakko teased.

"I am serious though- it probably means a lot to Wakko- he doesn't accept help easily and to allow you... it means he's starting to like you," Yakko said in all seriousness.

"That's good," Max nodded. "I really do want your family to like me- I just... don't have the best ways of showing it, I suppose."

"Hey, you're doing great so far," Yakko held his hand.

There was a moment before Yakko realized what he was doing and both boys broke the gesture.

"Haha... yeahhhh," Max looked at the wall away from Yakko.

There was a stretch of silence between the two, neither knowing what to do. Sure they knew what they wanted but... things are never as easy as just doing what you want.

"My dad and uncles like you too- if you care about that," Max decided to say.

"That's good," Yakko smiled a little, rubbing his thumb on the railing.

Another pause.

"You know- It's funny to me how when we met you thought I might too cool for you," Max remarked.

"When did I ever say that?" Yakko said.

"You called me cool at least fifty times upon first meeting me," Max play punched his arm.

"As I recall, you called me cool, so who's the real cool one here?" Yakko punched him back and the princes laughed.

"Alright, alright, you got me," Max chuckled. "I was just trying to say you were totally wrong, I don't have a cool bone in my body."

"God- you're so cool you don't even know how cool you are. Typical," Yakko sighed teasingly.

"Hey, didn't I just say you're pretty cool too?" Max accused playfully.

"Oh please, you're way cooler. No trauma and with fluffy, luxurious hair like that? Please," Yakko rolled his eyes.

"Oh puh-lease yourself. Trauma is just a cool backstory and you're home is a lot more fun and a lot less crowded and your family is a lot more cool too," Max pointed his finger at Yakko.

"You're exaggerating," Yakko pointed back.

"Nope- not at all. You're one of my first true friends and that automatically makes you very cool," Max crossed his arms.

"Oh yeah? W-well-" Yakko paused, looking at Max carefully.

A pause.

Max's dark brown eyes shined back at Yakko, reflecting the stars that surrounded them wonderfully. His fluffy and luxurious hair framed his face with perfect ease. His signature smile slowly turned into that of curiosity.

Yakko felt his heart flutter.

"I'm not as cool as you think," Yakko stepped down, looking at the ground.

Coward.

Another pause.

"..."

"Well maybe you are right- maybe I am cooler than you."

"Wha-?"

Before Yakko could finish the sentence, Max grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into a kiss.

"S-see?" Max was internally "fjdkaf;sfj"-ing in his brain. "You've won- I'm a lot cooler."

"Y-yeah," Yakko could barely speak his face was as red as Wakko's hat. "You're... yeah," his face melted into a goofy grin.

"Oh god- I'm sorry- d-did you not mean that..?" Max panicked, quickly becoming embarrassed.

"N-no!" Yakko snapped to life. "I-i... I- uh..."

"I liked it," He managed to say. Max smiled.

"W-... Wanna do it again?" Yakko proposed, and Max nodded, and they shared another kiss.

Yakko knew it was corny to think, but it truly felt just like fireworks in his chest.

He liked Max- Max liked him. A part of himself was realized- and he felt alive. A good kind of alive- not the kind of alive that came from life or death situations.

"So... I guess that makes us even," Max joked. Yakko laughed.

"I guess so," He couldn't get himself to stop smiling- neither could Max. They looked at each other before bursting into laughter again.

"Man, we really should return to the party," Max said.

"Yeah, you're right," Yakko's face was starting to hurt from the smiling.

"Do- uh... do you think your parents will be cool... orrrr...?" Max asked.

"Psh, I'm sure they'll be fine," He said without hesitation.

"Cool," Max said, opening the door out of the balcony.

Yakko looked at him for a moment, trying to absorb the moment as best he could.

"You okay?" Max asked.

"Yep," Yakko said, taking a deep breath as he implanted it in his memory in his brain forever.

"C'mon, let's go before they think we've done something stupid," Yakko said, quickly joining Max and grabbing his hand before running back to join his family.

however, right before entering the party room once more, Yakko paused.

"Does this mean our friendship is basically ruined?" He asked.

Max thought about it.

"I wouldn't think of it as a ruining per se... maybe think of it as an upgrade of sorts," Max winked.

God, he was so much cooler.

"Cool," Yakko grinned, squeezing Max's hand.

"Well... uh- shall we?" Max let go and offered Yakko his arm.

Yakko thought about it.

Taking it would mean no taking it back- it would mean the whole party would basically know that they kissed (holy shit- they kissed! that was a thing that happened!). His parents, his siblings, practically the whole kingdom, and their allies.

Yakko couldn't imagine any other way to walk back in.

He took his arm.

"We shall."

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 The End

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fnafshow19 · 7 months

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Luz's Lucky Lunch

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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I saw you want idea for flash. Maybe Barry falling in love with Bruce's younger sister who is justice league member. Barry has a crush on her because she is a good cook and very optimistic with a habit of making puns. Cue the cute fluffy romance with food.

P.s. sorry if it's too much. I love your works on the lanterns.

Okay, I changed it just a pinch, but I think it works well! I'm glad you love my GL works dear! -Thorne

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Barry had been to Gotham more than a few times. Honestly, the city gave him the creeps and he stayed away, but he’d been a few times. He was probably the superhero besides Superman and Wonder Woman that didn’t have to call before he entered the area. That being said, his Midwestern sensibilities got hold of him more than they did most, and he couldn’t help but call ahead. Except when he didn’t get a response from Bruce, it worried him, and he got to the Batcave in record time.

“Bruce!” he called, skidding to a stop near the Batcomputer, only to find a young woman sitting in the chair with a worried look on her face. “Uh…”

She jumped at the sound out his voice and spun around, the worried look giving way to relief. “Flash! Oh, I’m so glad someone answered!” hurrying over, she took his hand and led him to the screen. “You have to help Bruce.”

He blinked, looking over at her. “Who are you?”

“Who am—” she shook her head. “That’s not important right now.” Pointing to the screen, she explained, “Joker and Harley took over Arkham Asylum and they’re unlocking the cells all across the blocks. Bruce is good, but I don’t know if he can manage that many supervillains at the same time.”

She clicked a button and the screen flashed, showing Bruce in the middle of a fight with Killer Croc and Poison Ivy. “The others are busy across the city running missions.” Turning, she took Barry’s hands in her own, tears coming to her eyes. “Please, Flash. Help Bruce. Please.”

Barry could only gape at the woman and look at the screen again, watching as Bruce took a blow to the side, and he nodded, pulling away. “Alright. I’ll help him.”

Her shoulder sunk in relief. “Oh, thank you.” She picked up some kind of device that looked like a scanning thermometer and raised it to Barry’s head, clicking the button.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a scanner. I’ll be able to get into your suit’s frequency to help you.” She turned and set down the scanner, then tapped at the screen. Immediately, directions to Arkham Asylum flooded the sensors in Barry’s cowl. “There. Can you see them?”

He nodded with a smile. “Yeah, I’ve got ‘em.”

Grinning at him, she winked. “Now run, Flash. Run.”

Barry shot her a look. “That’s original.” And he was off in a streak of yellow lightning.

***

It took less than thirty minutes for Barry and Bruce to reign in the asylum and make it back to the cave. And boy, was Bruce not happy to see his coworker in Gotham city, much less her who’d called him.

“I explicitly told you not to call anyone unless I ever told you to do so.”

Barry watched as she inconspicuously rolled her eyes, but he knew Bruce saw the reaction too. “I made a judgement call.”

“Your judgement was flawed, (Y/N).”

She glowered at him. “Maybe your flaw is being an anti-social jerk.”

The Flash narrowly managed to turn his snort into a cough.

“I didn’t call in another superhero to rain on your parade, Bruce.” (Y/N) grabbed Barry’s arm and yanked him forward. “I called your friend who was going to have your back when you needed it.”

Bruce looked between the two and Barry couldn’t help but blurt out, “I still have no idea what the relationship is between you two, but I’ve seen Wally and Bart argue long enough to know that you guys are family.”

(Y/N) laughed while Bruce merely grunted. “We’re siblings. Bruce is my older brother.”

“Ah, that explains it.” Barry looked between them. “So, are you not a superhero then?”

She smiled. “No. I’m just technical and moral support for the family.” Meeting his eyes, she added, “And the occasional referee whenever someone has beef with another family member.”

He chuckled. “Telling me the woman who has no martial arts training can keep up with the master detectives?”

(Y/N) winked. “It always helps to have a Superman-Stun-Gun on your person.”

Barry all but cackled, and Bruce griped, “Are you two done? I still have business to take care of.”

She stuck her tongue out at Bruce and grabbed Barry’s hand. “C’mon Barry, you’re probably hungry.”

“I’m always hungry.”

***

(Y/N) ushered him into the kitchen and onto one of the barstools. “Sit. I was just about to pull the chicken out of the oven.”

“What’d you make?”

Cracking the oven, she let the steam billow out before opening it all the way and reaching in with her oven-mitted hands, pulling out a glass casserole dish. Inside was a bubbling mixture of chicken and rice and the second the scent hit Barry’s nose, his stomach grumbled like a whale.

His cheeks flushed and he pressed a hand to his stomach. “Sorry.”

(Y/N) smiled and set the dish down on two wooden trivets before removing the gloves; she grabbed a serving spoon from the drawer and scooped out a good helping of rice and one of the larger pieces of chicken, setting it in front of the Speedster.

When he picked up a spoonful and brought it to his mouth, she gently laid a hand on his wrist, stopping him with a quiet, “Careful, it’s hot.”

Barry closed his mouth in a small “ooo” and blew softly, then put the spoonful in his mouth. Immediately he groaned, eyes closing as he chewed.

“Pretty good, huh?”

He swallowed and nodded. “It’s fantastic.” He stuck the spoon back in the bowl. “It reminds me of the chicken and rice my mom used to make.”

(Y/N)’s eyes flashed with a sad tone, but only for a moment. “My mother used to make this for Bruce and I when we had bad days. It was the comfort food she’d learned how to make when she was young.” She blew on her own spoonful. “I’ve spent almost two decades trying to recreate that loving feeling I used to get when I ate it as a kid.”

Before he could say a word, a shout sounded through the foyer. “AUNT (Y/N)! WHY IS THE OLD MAN ACTING LIKE AN ASSHOLE MORE THAN USUAL!”

She snorted, looking towards the doors when her nephews wandered in; the tallest one stopped and cocked a brow at Barry sitting on the barstool. “Oh. So that’s why B’s in a bad mood.”

“Jason, be nice,” she tutted, spooning the food onto plates, and passing them to each boy that walked over.

The young man glowered at Barry, who was on some level unnerved, but he met the teal eyes with his own firm baby blues. “He’s in my spot.”

(Y/N) nodded to the counter. “Then sit on the counter for now. Barry’s our guest.”

Barry speedily, ate the rest of the food and stood up. “I should actually be getting back to Central.”

“Aww,” she cooed. “But you didn’t even stay for dessert.”

That made Barry perk up. “Dessert?”

She winked. “If you gimme just a sec, I’ll have it whipped up…in a flash.”

Barry cackled while the others around her groaned and then someone cleared their throats, causing them to look towards the entryway at Bruce. (Y/N) smiled and plated some of their dinner, holding it out for him.

He took it and didn’t even cool it off before taking a bite. But the way his expression softened just a moment, told her all she needed to know; he leaned over and pecked her temple, murmuring, “Taste’s just like mother used to make.”

Bruce took the plate and walked back over to the doorway, but stopped and said, “Barry…thank you for the help tonight.” And then he was gone, leaving Barry to gape at the doorframe and (Y/N) smiling.

“I think Hell just froze over, Aunt (Y/N).”

She rolled her eyes and ruffled Tim’s hair. “And there went the loving moment.” Laughing along with her nephews, she looked at Barry. “So, dessert?”

He smiled politely but shook his head. “I really need to be getting back.”

“I understand.” She nodded and gave Jason another serving when he handed his plate over. “Barry?”

He paused, glancing back from the doorway and she gave him a look that made his insides feel warm and fuzzy. “Yeah?”

(Y/N) smiled. “Don’t be a stranger.”

Barry winked in return and was off in a flash.

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homework can wait

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warnings: smut. that's it

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“Soph, don’t you get tired of that?” Rafe asked as she pulled out leftovers of Kraft mac and cheese from the microwave, freshly reheated. She’d been eating that and ham sandwiches regularly for the past two weeks, unless they went out to eat - at first he assumed she was on her period, but he was starting to get concerned.

She shrugged, ducking her head to hide her blush. “It’s cheap.”

He frowned, sitting back in his chair. “I’ll buy you groceries. You need good food.”

“It’s not about that. I fucked up my budget this month, it’s fine.” She’d purchased a brand-new dress for his senior formal instead of buying it secondhand, without showing Rafe, and was deeply regretting it already. Her food budget was about $60 less that month in order to compensate and her diet was a mess when she wasn’t able to afford fresh produce.

“What’d you buy?”

“A dress.”

He frowned, crossing his arms. “I thought I told you I’d buy your formal dress.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to surprise you.” (She didn’t add that she’d also splurged a little on a lingerie set to wear underneath - stupid, seeing as she could literally wear a trash bag and Rafe would be all over her in a heartbeat.)

“Okay, so let me Venmo you for it or something so you’re not eating like a five-year-old.” When she opened her mouth to make a small noise of protest, he raised his eyebrows and gave her a cool stare. “How much.”

“Hm.”

“Sophie. How much.”

She relented under his gaze. “Fine. It was $120, but there’s extra so that’s why it was so expensive, and I’m going to pay you back next month when I get my next TA check -”

“Absolutely not, you’re not paying me back.”

Sophie glared at him when she saw her phone light up with the Venmo notification for $200. “Rafe. That’s way too much, this feels weird.”

“You only get paid once every month for being a TA, that’s ridiculous. Why’s it weird? You’ve paid for our coffee the last five times. It’s just repayment. With a tiny bit extra.”

“Feels like a weird sugar daddy situation.” She grumbled, shoving another forkful of mac and cheese in her mouth.

He snorted. “Julia’s getting in your head. I don’t think it’s a sugar daddy if we’re the same age.”

“Technically, you’re older.”

“Technically, you’re my girlfriend and I’m allowed to treat you if I want. What’s the extra with the dress? Shoes?”

She blushed bright red, never able to get away with anything. “Yeah. Shoes.”

A slow smirk spread across his face and he grabbed for her phone, unlocking it to go through her email, and she lunged for it across the table. “Rafe no!”

“I want to see -”

“You’ll see later!” She wrestled the phone out of his grasp, somehow having ended up in his lap, inches from his face. “Don’t spoil the surprise!”

“It’s lingerie. Isn’t it? What color is it? You know my favorite on you is black - wait, or pink -”

“You like anything I’m in, horndog.” She accused, moving to get off his lap but he grabbed her around the waist, holding her in place, and reached up her shirt. “What are you wearing now?”

Sophie rolled her eyes and leaned back just enough to flash him, quicker than he could process. “Nothing. I ran earlier, I wasn’t gonna wrestle a sports bra on.”

He just blinked at her for a moment. “You’re beautiful. You know that?”

“And you’re pathetic. All the thoughts just left your head.” She pointed out, laughing at his blank stare as she crawled off of him and returned to her seat.

“Well now that I know what’s under this, yes. Can we go upstairs? I’m not hungry. Well - I am - not for food, if you catch my drift -” He smirked.

She flipped him off and took another slow bite of her mac and cheese, taking her time. “No. Go take care of yourself, I’m still starving.”

“Okay, so let’s go get real dinner. This is shit food.” He argued, scrolling through Postmates. “Pizza? Wings?”

“You think my mac and cheese is shit food and then you offer that? Why are you on Postmates?”

“Because I want time to fuck you before dinner.” He answered without looking up from his phone, making her blush again and her whole body feel warm. Sometimes she wasn’t sure if they’d ever leave the honeymoon stage of the relationship.

“Rafe.” She whined, kicking his shin.

“Sophieee.” He mimicked. “Sushi? We haven’t had that in ages.”

“You can’t just run your mouth like that and get away with it.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re too much.”

“Says you, who texted me yesterday afternoon when I was in a meeting with my advisor that ‘your fingers don’t feel the same’ - honestly. What the fuck is up with that, Sophie, that’s a text you should have sent when we were apart for months, not when we’d literally slept together days before.” He shook his head, handing over his phone.

“It’s embarrassing to send when we’re apart. I didn’t wanna seem desperate.” She protested, typing in her sushi order, but paused when she saw a text from a contact saved as ‘BR’ pop up. The text read ‘are we still on for tomorrow?’

“You were desperate, though. Made me send nudes.” He teased, reaching for his phone. “You done?”

“Um. Yeah.” She shook her head and swiped away the text then finished her order, handing the phone back. She pulled her laptop out of her backpack, flicking it open and started typing.

Rafe stood and leaned over, sliding his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. “They won’t be here for twenty minutes…”

“Good thing you can get yourself off in ten.” She replied, unfazed, but tilted her head to give him better access.

“Homework can wait, can’t it?” He asked, sucking at a spot along her neck until she flicked his forehead.

“Hey! Quit with the marks, Rafe, no one believes me that they’re curling iron burns.” She clamped her hand to her neck, scowling.

He leaned around and kissed the bridge of her nose. “Maybe you should come up with a better lie then, because you don’t ever curl your hair unless we’re getting dressed up. Let’s go upstairs. Possibly get naked too.”

“I’m working.” She replied lamely, though her eyes flicked down to his lips and she subconsciously licked her own. “I’m not turned on.”

“I can see your nipples through your t-shirt.” He raised his eyebrows, slowly closing her laptop. “I’ll eat you out before dinner.”

“It’s cold in here.” She huffed out the excuse, pretending to be annoyed although she wasn’t in the slightest, and pushed away from the table. Sophie got to the base of the stairs before turning around, eyebrows raised. “Well? Are you coming?”

“That’s what she said.” He replied with a grin, striding forward and scooping her up easily.

She squealed, lightly pounding on his chest. “Let me down!”

“No. I have a job to do.” He ignored her, going up the stairs with ease. “Is the lingerie already here?”

“Rafe, I swear to god if you don’t put me down you won’t get to see any of it -”

He pushed open her bedroom door and promptly dropped her onto the bed, then started toward her closet. “Right, where’d you hide this?”

“If you get out early I’m not putting it on. And that’s not nearly as exciting for you.” She argued, tugging off her t-shirt behind his back as she sat on the bed, then threw her shirt at his head.

He caught it easily even from behind, then whirled around with a grin. “Oh, hello. Is this an invitation?”

“Get your ass over here, Cameron.”

He wasted no time in striding over, tossing his shirt to the side as he went. He didn’t miss the way her eyes trailed over his body as she eagerly pulled his hips down to hers, kissing him hard. It didn’t take long for him to tug off her shorts and shove her up the bed as they fell into their familiar routine when they were just getting through a quickie, with him basically manhandling her and Sophie just letting him take control.

She sighed as he kissed down her neck, across her chest. Sophie tangled her fingers in his hair, completely content as he grazed his teeth across her nipples. “Rafe.”

“Mm.” He sucked her nipple into his mouth, making her squirm.

“We’re on a time limit,” she reminded him, tugging a little on his hair.

He laughed, lifting his head and pushed her further up the bed so he could tease two fingers across her clit. “You’re impatient.”

“I’m not, you’re the one that started all this - shit, okay -” She gasped when he slipped a finger inside her curling it toward himself.

He knew he could make her cum in ten minutes, easy - sometimes less if she was in the right mood already - but he loved the teasing game. “Hey, what grade did you get on that test?”

“I - what?” She mumbled, whining as he hit just the right spot inside of her, adding another finger.

“That test, you were worried about it. Art history or something?” He leaned closer and grazed his teeth over her nipple, laughing when she jerked her hips into his hand.

“I don’t remember.” She panted out, whining when he pressed his thumb hard against her clit.

“You don’t remember? We studied together, I quizzed you and everything. I’m pretty sure we even saw some of the art in Italy.” He smirked as she struggled to even think, let alone form a complete sentence.

“Rafe, can you shut the fuck up?” She pleaded, squirming under him.

“S’not very nice.” He raised his eyebrows, slowing his pace with his fingers.

She cursed under her breath, letting her head fall back to the pillow. “Baby, please.”

“Please what?”

“I’m not gonna say it.” She grabbed the front of his shirt, trying to pull him closer to kiss him - and convince him to shut up, goddamnit - and he easily nudged her away, now rubbing impossibly slow circles on her clit.

“I wanna hear your words, Soph.”

“Get me off first and then we can chat, if that’s what you really want.” She was glaring at him now, legs falling a little wider like an invitation.

“I can do this all day, baby.” He grinned, knowing he had the upper hand.

“You’re the worst.” She bit out, not wanting to do anything that’d make him stop.

“Aw, that’s no way to talk to your boyfriend.” He paused, thinking. “Your boyfriend that’s ordered you food...and come to think of it, they should be here soon. What are we gonna do with you?”

“Maybe I should go answer the door and see if the delivery guy will get me off instead.” She muttered, getting further and further away from any chance of an orgasm by the second.

Rafe frowned, his fingers stilling completely inside of her. “That’s mean.”

She had to laugh, a tiny bit - god, he was so sensitive sometimes. Sophie reached up and curled her hand around the back of his neck, bringing him down for a long, bruising kiss. “Finish the job then. You can make me come before they get here, can’t you?”

“You’re gonna make me sit through dinner completely hard?” He started picking up the pace with his fingers again, hitting the perfect spot inside her.

She shook her head, moaning - a little too ostentatiously, but whatever would do the trick. “This was your idea, but we could just fuck and we could both get the reward.” She leaned forward and palmed him through his shorts, squeezing just light enough to make him groan.

“Sophie.”

“Rafe, c’mon. Enough teasing.” She pleaded, gasping when he rubbed a little harder, a little faster.

He considered for a moment just stopping completely, making her sit through dinner with metaphorical blue balls, but knew there was a strong chance she wouldn’t end up having sex with him anyways. He picked up the pace, curling his fingers just so and leaning down to kiss her, something that always helped push her over the edge. He grinned against her lips as she whined, squirming underneath him as she came. Rafe loved the way her cheeks flushed pink and she breathed hard, like she’d just ran for miles.

The doorbell rang just as he pulled his fingers away from her and pressed them to her lips. “Help me out here.”

She accepted them easily, swirling her tongue around his fingers to make sure they were clean, and smirked up at him as he pulled them out and wiped them on his shorts. “Dinner’s here.”

“S’ just sushi. We can eat it cold.” He suggested, pulling on his shirt from the floor. “I can be quick.”

“Go get our food and then we can talk.” She leaned over, halfheartedly kicking at his hip to push him toward the door. “I have cash in my wallet downstairs if you need a tip.”

“I got it, I got it.” He jogged downstairs and paid the delivery driver, then came back up with the bag of food, pleased to see she was still sprawled out naked on the bed, just with a sheet tugged over her. “So…”

She stood, strolling into her bathroom. “I’m going to shower real quick, you’re free to join.”

He scrambled after her - their sushi ended up forgotten until a whole thirty minutes later.

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