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rafescoke · 3 years

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Maybank ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

Part #2

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Sometimes both sides are in the wrong.

Warnings: More angst, mentions of substance, gaslighting!

A/N: you know the drill. . . send requests!

(Y/N) isn’t one to feel jealous easily.

When she dated a certain boy from her school a few years ago, she wasn’t even phased when she had found him kissing another girl at a party.

She simply didn’t care.

But the aching feeling in her when she saw her current boyfriend sniffing a line on the back of a random girl with the perfect house and the perfect clothes and the-

“(Y/N), do you want to come down to the beach with us?”

(Y/N) finally looks up from her novel in which she wasn’t even reading in the first place. Her mind was somewhere else, and her thoughts weren’t put in the context of the book.

“No. I’m not feeling well.”

JJ sighs, fixing his cap backwards and placing himself beside her. He looks over her lap, reading the first few lines of the book his sister’s reading and sighs.

“I never read, so I do not understand how this whole novel thing works. But I’m pretty sure reading about getting over a breakup won’t do you any good.”

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, snapping her book with a shut. The last thing she ever wants is for JJ to lecture her. She had enough bawling her eyes the past 2 weeks.

“What time are you supposed to go again? Go.”

She’s grateful, of course, for JJ. He was there for her the whole 2 weeks when she didn’t feel like eating or taking a shower or anything that involved getting out of the bed.

But she feels better now, her hair perfectly up in a hairdo and the red color of her cheeks returning.

She’s not sad anymore.

The feeling evolves into anger.

Of course, (Y/N).

You’re nothing but a pogue.

If there’s one thing Obx is famous for, that will be the annual bonfire. It’s an excuse for every teenager on the island to let loose and to free themselves after a year of studying.

For (Y/N), it’s just another party for Rafe to ignore her.

But she’s not coming down to the beach with him a few distance away, hell, she doesn’t even know if he’s coming.

“What the fuck! You told me you’re not coming,” JJ laughs, giving his sister a side hug. “You look good. You don’t look pale anymore.”

“I’m gonna be sick if you keep saying nice things to me,” (Y/N) rolls her eyes, though her insides are beaming. JJ has always been her number one supporter, and she loves her brother with all her heart.

“Just don’t go to the other side of the beach, okay? All your friends are here.”

And we’re back to him protecting her.

She gets it, really, but she doesn’t feel like a night full of JJ and his friends becoming some sort of bodyguards to her.

The last thing she ever wants is for Rafe to think she’s still weak.

“J, I know.”

He holds both of his hands up, “I’m just saying. I’m by the fire if you ever need me, okay?”

It’s funny how the boy who cried to her over his scraped knee is the same boy who’s trying his best to protect her. Growing up in a dysfunctional family, all (Y/N) and JJ has is each other.

(Y/N) walks to the music booth, getting so tired over the same artist being played over and over again. She doesn’t feel like listening to Drake all while trying to forget a certain brunette boy from the back of her head.

“Hey, can I get something different? Play the Euphoria soundtrack if you must. Anything other than the songs you’re playing.”

The DJ looks up to her and gives out the widest grin. (Y/N) tries to look away from the charming smile, but her eyes are glued to a pair of blue ones.

“Not a fan of Drake?”

“Nah.”

“Why? Trying to move on from an ex?”

She gulps, “No. Just have a good taste in music.”

The guy licks his teeth, “Touche. The name’s Nate.”

(Y/N) gives him a small grin, “Hm. Can we change the song now?”

Nate raises a brow because god; no one has ever disregard him.

There’s something about the girl.

“Is Party In The USA good enough for you, princess?”

Her breath hitches. The last time someone has ever called her princess was probably a few weeks ago.

This is not helping her to get over him.

“Whatever. You’re the DJ, right?” she answers, turning on her heels. “Oh wait, Nate?”

He smiles at her again, and (Y/N) has the urge to slap the smug look off his face.

“Don’t call me princess. You’re not my boyfriend.”

For the past 40 minutes, no Drake song has been playing. The crowd begins filling the empty space in the middle to dance with each other, and (Y/N) has to look away from the couple getting close and leaving kisses down each other’s necks.

She makes her way down to the drinks counter to get herself a beer because she really doesn’t feel like watching another friend of hers kissing their partners while sober. She decides that if she has to stay for another hour of people making out with each other, it’s better if she’s intoxicated.

“Hey.”

(Y/N) turns her back, expecting to see a drunk friend of hers, but the sight of the same DJ from before greets her.

She rolls her eyes, “I’m not asking you to change the music.”

“I know, I guess I started off wrong just now. Let me reintroduce myself. You deserve to know the real me.”

(Y/N) laughs, because this whole thing sounds like something out of a corny Netflix movie. He’s cute, sure, but she’s just not interested.

He removes the beanie he’s been wearing all night, revealing a blonde buzz cut underneath. (Y/N) tries not to stare.

Okay. Screw cute. He’s handsome.

“Hi, I’m Nate. I’m from New York, and I just moved here.”

She smiles, finally, because he fits the exact image she has of every male teenager in New York. Blonde buzz cut, an unbuttoned blue shirt with a peak of his toned body underneath, and a pair of red shorts.

A new kook.

“Nate, your kind and I don’t match. You’re a kook.”

He scrunches his face, “They’ve been telling me that shit since the first week I’ve been here-” he steps closer, and (Y/N) can smell his expensive cologne. It’s not the same one she favors on Rafe, but it’s close. “-don’t tell me you believe that stuff.”

Oh.

She grins, “I’m not rich, Nate.”

“So?”

Oh.

“The name’s (Y/N),” she smiles, extending her hand. Nate beams, because finally, after a whole night of watching her from his booth, she finally expresses the most beautiful smile there is.

“(Y/N), I feel like we’re going to get closer soon.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“I’m not a Drake’s fan either.”

. . .

(Y/N)’s hesitant.

She doesn’t believe him in one bit, not even when he flashes her the most charming smile ever.

But he’s not afraid to show her off. She went on a date with him a few nights ago, and she distanced herself from him upon the entrance of the restaurant.

“What the fuck are you doing? C’mere.”

(Y/N) looked up to him, “You don’t have to stay near with me.”

Nate turned to her with a confused expression. “Why? I’m buying you dinner, remember?”

He held her hands in his, and she let him.

Nate pokes her side and suppresses a giggle when she yelps from the sudden touch. He fails, however, when she falls from his bed onto the floor.

“You’re too ticklish,” he says and helps her up to her feet. Her eyes wander to the band posters on his wall again, being so amazed and surprised by this boy’s taste in music and movies.

“I don’t even listen to half of the bands you listen to,” she says finally, pulling herself down to the empty space beside him. “Do you know who’s Ariana Grande?”

Nate rolls his eyes, “Ha-ha. No. I don’t. Is she the one who sang Despacito or something?”

(Y/N) laughs and her heart suddenly soars. She feels at ease, and there’s lightness in the air, even when they’re in public.

(Y/N) stands up, taking the full room into view again, and walks to the shelf full of pictures of Nate and his family. There’s a picture of him in a soccer jersey, a picture of him playing the drums and then an electric guitar, and-

“Oh my god, is this your girlfriend?” (Y/N) exclaims, picking up a photo frame with a beautiful brunette girl smiling back at her. “She’s so pretty.”

“(Y/N), put it back,” Nate rolls his eyes, standing up from the comfort of his bed and walking towards her. (Y/N) laughs, liking the way his eyebrows scrunch in distress and hides the photo frame behind her.

“(Y/N). . . I’m not playing.”

“No one is playing, Nate,” she laughs, taking a few steps back as he motions forward. “I can’t believe you have a sweetheart back in NYC, Nate.”

“(Y/N), put it back.”

(Y/N) pulls a confused expression, “Put what back?” she brings the frame forward, and expressed a fake sigh. “Oh, this? I was just checking this out-” Nate charges for her and she squeals, running towards the end of his room and watching as he runs in her direction. She panics, looking around for a place to hide, and as her eyes meet his bed, Nate has the same idea in his head.

He pushes her over his bed so she topples over, the frame still in her hands. She yelps, leaving the frame alone and using both of her hands to push his chest away.

Nate hovers over her, being so close he can smell her sweet scent now, and she looks so good under his yellow lights and in his bed and that goddamn smirk on her face-

“Is she your girlfriend, Nate?”

“None of your concern, princess,” he answers. Her eyes snap down to the cross dangling from his neck, and he can’t do this anymore; not when she looks so pretty under his gaze.

(Y/N) can feel the sudden change in the air now, and the chasing game they’ve been playing suddenly doesn’t look like a chasing game.

He’s like a predator waiting to attack.

(Y/N)’s eyes look up to him again. “Is she your girlfriend?”

And he connects his lips with her. She gasps from the sudden touch, but after a few seconds, he can feel her kissing him back.

And for once, she feels okay again. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him close to her and letting his warmth engulfing her.

She feels at peace.

“Rafe,” she whispers, letting the blonde boy trails down to her neck.

Nate pulls away, his lips sore and red after their brief makeout session.

Chest heaving, he steps away. “Rafe?”

(Y/N) sits up, groaning and fixing her hair. “God, I’m so stupid. I don’t mean that, Nate, I’m sorry. Please, don’t go.”

Nate pulls a disgusted face, and it’s the same look Rafe had put in the party a few weeks ago to her and she can feel herself losing again.

“I’m going out. You can stay here if you want.”

“Nate-”

The door closes behind him, and (Y/N) groans.

Way to go, (Y/N).

. . .

She hates how bad she feels for Nate.

He has been nothing but a total sweetheart to her, and there she was; moaning another guy’s name and letting him walked out of his own home.

So that’s the core reason as to why she’s standing outside of his house at 10 p.m. on a Friday, letting the heavy rain soaks her whole outfit because of course she would forget to bring an umbrella.

She knocks again, with her fists this time, because she’s certain he hadn’t heard her. For a moment, she’s afraid his father or mother would open the door but after remembering how they’re going to be away for a business trip, she sighs in relief.

The door opens midway of her banging on the door, revealing a shirtless Nate with nothing but green sweatpants complimenting his legs.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” he groans, tugging her arms in and closing the door after her. (Y/N) attacks him in a tight hug, slightly shivering from the cold rain outside, and after a few seconds, Nate hugs her back.

“You’re okay?”

“Can we talk in your room?”

“Uh, I don’t-”

(Y/N) doesn’t let him give any excuse and she pulls him into the living room, but before she can reach the space, he pulls her to a halt.

“Hey, we can’t go there, I’m kinda, um, doing something. What’s wrong?”

She sighs, “Nate, I’m so sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it when I called you someone else’s name and that’s the stupidest thing I ever did but please don’t go, okay? You’re all I have.”

Nate laughs, “God, you’re really worried about that? I get it, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“It is, really. But tell me one thing, though-” he pulls her arms, and pins her against the wall. (Y/N) smiles, staring into his blue orbs. “Is this Rafe more handsome than me?”

“Hey man, we really can’t wait-” a voice starts from the direction of the living room, and before (Y/N) can move away, the voice rings again. “Ah. Of course.”

Oh my god.

She misses him too much. His hair is messier than ever, his eyes bloodshot and his nose red. (Y/N) wonders how many lines he did, but judging from the distant look in his eyes, she’s guessing a lot.

“Rafe,” she whispers, getting closer to the boy she missed and letting his smell engulf her.

“Rafe?” Nate quirks a brow because this isn’t making any sense. Why would she called his friend the name-

Of course.

Rafael is Rafe.

So this is the guy.

His childhood friend is ‘the Rafe’ of the girl he’s starting to fall for.

After so many hours of trying to find the Rafe she accidentally called him, he hadn’t thought of his own childhood friend to be the guy all along.

Growing up, he have been told to call him Rafael up until the day he moved to New York.

He can’t believe it.

“Rafe,” she calls again, this time following Rafe out to the living room. “Rafe, listen to me.”

“You moved on too fast.”

“I haven’t moved on, Rafe, fuck, I swear I haven’t,” she expresses. “Please. Listen to me.”

“You were mad at me for doing a line from some bitch’s back and you’re, you’re o-out here, under my own fucking friend’s arms and- did y’all fucked?”

“What?” she gasps, “God, Rafe, no. No. I will never fuck anyone other than you.”

“Yeah?” Rafe raises a brow and lets out a shrill laugh. “God, I don’t even know if I can trust you.”

“You can, Rafe,” she steps forward, trying to reach his face with her cold fingers. The anger she felt before suddenly dissipates into the thin air because god, she did not realize how much she has been missing this boy more than anything in the world.

Her everything.

Rafe flinches away, “Stop. Do you know how miserable I am the past few weeks without you?”

“Don’t turn this on me now, Rafe.” “And you’re out here with fucking Nate Hamilton. Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Rafe, it’s not like that,” Nate suddenly steps in, and (Y/N) gives him a warning look not to say anything more. He ignores her, “Are we not going to talk about how you disregard her just because of her status on this fucking island?”

“God, always with your equality shit,” Rafe groans. “You guys deserve each other. I can’t believe you will ever do this to me, Nate.”

What hurt Rafe more isn’t the fact that she was all pinned under his arms, but it was because Nate knew about their relationship. Rafe had told him everything about her ever since they first started dating, and he hadn’t just lost her tonight.

He lost his childhood friend too.

“I’m leaving,” he says, rubbing his nose and sniffing. Rafe isn’t sure how many lines he has done, but his mind is getting lighter and lighter and the lights are turning blurry.

He can’t stand being in the same room as them. He will fucking drive if he has to.

(Y/N) bites her lips, trying to stop herself from bursting into tears. So they know each other? Why won’t Rafe ever tell her about him? Is this still her fault? She wasn’t even cheating on him. They’re not together.

Right?

Are they together?

“Hey, you’re okay?”

(Y/N) pulls her hands away, stepping away from the blonde boy and walking towards the exit. She has to leave this house as soon as possible. The once comforting bright color of the wall seems so dull and suffocating now, and she longs for the familiar blue paint of Rafe’s room.

She wants Rafe.

No one else.

Just him.

“Just me?” Rafe smiled. “Hey, hey, I got a surprise for you.”

“Rafe, I hate surprises,” (Y/N) groaned, throwing her head back against the headrest. “You bought me a dress before!”

“Look-” he smiled, showing her a gold ring in a small velvet box. “It’s a ring.”

“Oh my god, it looks like yours!” (Y/N) exclaimed, clutching his hand with the ring and comparing the color.

“Of course it’s the same ring. You’re my wife, I’m not going to buy you a different kind.”

“Wife?”

“What? Am I not your husband?”

(Y/N) wishes for nothing but Rafe.

She presses on his contact again, turning her phone downside and moving the speaker nearer to her lips.

“Rafe, please call me back. I miss you, and we can fix this, okay? I didn’t know about Nate and I was so, so stupid. I can never replace you, Rafe. You’re mine, remember? Please. Call me back. I miss you.”

She sighs, setting her phone down on her lap and watches as the rain patters down her front windscreen heavily.

Love is a hell of a drug.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 3 years

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pairing: sheriff lee bodecker x younger! reader

warnings: cheating, smut, age gap, angst, blackmailing

a/n: the reader is at least 10 years younger than lee. if that upsets you, please don’t read this work. additionally, i based reader’s 60′s style mostly out of that oufit margot robbie wore for once upon a time in hollywood and megan from mad men, you can see my inspiration outfits here [x] [x] hope you enjoy it xx

Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try and if I get burned, at least we were electrified. I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk. Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about all of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation, my hands are shaking from holding back from you ...

The rain fell harshly and unkindly on the pavement for the fifth day in a row, the sun having forsaken the forgotten hellish town that was Knockemstiff, Ohio. Few could say the name and ever fewer dared to enter the town. Even God’s afraid of it, his mother would tell him after nursing what felt like another one of her endless bottles of liquor. It was a haunted town, not a lot left and those who did never crossed paths with it again. Murder and crime were all time highs but not even the government dared to come in and try to to anything which meant any police force in the town were like gods, deciding who lived and who didn’t. One of those god-like men was Lee Bodecker, however he preferred you called him Sheriff Lee Bodecker. He was a chubby man in his early thirties, tall but the beer belly made him hunch making him look shorter than he was. He had once been the envy of the town, one of the most handsome men of the town but years of living in Knockemstiff wear down everyone. His own poison had been alcohol which had ended up with him in therapy with his wife and with a therapist who had told him to curb the craving of alcohol with sweets instead. It had little to nothing as he still drank like his life depended on it and tonight was no different from other nights. He took off his hat as he entered the local bar in town, the only bar in town, and everyone looked his way, silence installing the ever noisy bar. He liked it, Lee liked it. He knew he was not the handsome one, in fact his look made him quite funny so he made himself scary. Lee made sure that everyone who looked his way, heard his voice or saw his shadow was afraid of him. It definitely worked as once he sat on the bar stool, there was already a glass with 5 fingers of his favourite drink.

Everything was silence except for the mumbling of men discussing their days until suddenly the mumbling was no longer about the hell that was living in Knockemstiff. He turned around in his chair and understood why the men were suddenly so interested. There she was, dressed in a high neck black shirt which stood over a white skirt. Matching go go boots left her legs bare, something women in Knockemstiff did not do, still stuck in decades of last. She wasn’t from around and everyone knew it merely by the way she dressed but Sheriff Bodecker knew different. Men watched like dogs as she made her way to the bar, to his side.

- Y/N. - he greeted her. - What are you doing here? Trying to disrupt the town?

- My grandmother died.

- I heard. My condolences.

- She left me all of what was hers including the house so I’m here to sell it.

- The one in Brewer Heights? - she nodded. - Tis a nice house, but I don’t think anyone here would have enough to buy it.

- I’ll decide that. - she held the glass the bartender in between her hands, her eyes roaming over to his hands were his wedding ring had started to become tight around his finger. - Still with Jane?

- Why wouldn’t I be? - he cocked an eyebrow at her. - What are you doing here, Y/N?

- I told you, I’m here to sell ...

- No. - he interrupted. - Why are you here, at the bar? What do you want?

- Nothing ... I see you’re not in the mood to help me anyways. - she got up from the stool she had sat on, straightening her skirt as her feet hit the floor. - Good evening, Sheriff Bodecker.

He was sat, watching her leave but also giving an aura to the men who too watched the modern girl exit the building not to get any ideas. Lee knew these men, they were like dogs and once a suitable amount of time passed, he took to returning to his cruiser and follow her. How could he trust this town with her, an outsider? Y/N had been brought up in Knockemstiff, the daughter of store owners who had both been killed in an assault gone wrong. After that, she was ushered to live with her grandmother, the last of socialites in Knockemstiff. Rumours said her grandmother had moved from New York to wed with a penniless man already expecting once she wore her wedding gown. Rumours or not, she still held much more money than anyone in the town together and she wasted not a cent in her granddaughter’s education, moving to a more upscale house in Brewer Heights once she got her under her care. She was always the one with everything and Lee remembered seeing her while still an officer driving around a brand new glossy red car, hair loose through the wind. In all honesty, he thought her never too leave town but as she reached her tender 21st year of life, she left leaving everything behind.

He parked outside her grandmother’s home, stopping just a bit away from it looking at the house that was so eerily sketched in his mind. He leaned against his seat watching Brewer Heights, the place he so wanted to have lived in his youth. Of course he now owned a place there too but it was faint, fickle. If he were to not be sheriff anymore all would shatter. He would do everything he could to keep his position. He deserved it, he deserved it more than any damned soul on this planet. A knock on the glass removed him from his mind state as he looked the way of his window to see her.

- Can I come in? - she asked, eyes lingering on the passenger seat. He stretched over to the side, opening the door for her but not exiting the car. She entered, closing the door as she sat on the seat. - I’ve always hated when you were mad at me.

- I’m not mad.

- You have no reason to be. I know what you’re mad about and it’s your own fault, you know that.

- Is it my fault you left? - his hands tightened against the wheel of his cruiser, anger coursing through his veins. Lee never liked to hear the truth.

- She knew, Lee and she was right ... If anyone knew, if the town knew I would’ve been ruined and I didn’t deserve that. You must understand I didn’t deserve that.

- I didn’t deserve you leaving without saying a fucking thing now did I, darl’?

- You were married. - she almost spat the words in his face. - You are married, Lee. Now you can be mad at me all you want, you can hate me for all I give a damn but I was not gonna destroy myself for your happiness, and I will certainly not allow you to destroy yourself for lust.

- Y/N ...

- I don’t need your help anymore and I would enjoy it if you parked your cruiser away from my house. I wouldn’t want any rumours about your infidelities to resurface. - she exited the car and climbed the small incline of grass up to her home. Lee still remembered seeing her in a little white dresses her grandmother would buy for her, climbing that incline while holding the fabric so it wouldn’t fly up. She seemed to have gotten the hang of it.

Lee had met Y/N when she volunteered at the station back when he was still a patrol officer. She did the duties of every single secretary plus cleaning which was what she had volunteered for. It’ll be good for my university application, she told him when Lee asked what she was doing there. She started at 17 and remained there until she was 18 and ready to leave and become something other than a Knockemstiff resident. However, her mother having sudden heart attack ruined her plans and she decided to stay to take care of her. Lee didn’t see her for two whole years until she was 20 years old and he spotted her at the supermarket getting an earful from Mr. Collins about dropping a bottle of olive oil while trying to reach something from the higher shelf. Lee didn’t like it, he didn’t like Mr. Collins berating her for a simple mistake so he stepped in. He remembered her thanking him before reintroducing herself to him.

He wasn’t one to be swayed by women, he’d married his Jane when he was fresh out of high school and while his relationship was more than stale, he had his mind on work and alcohol. Sure he could’ve divorced, found someone else but he wasn’t the teenager he used to be anymore, he was hardly someone who women would be attracted to besides a single man for a Sheriff? That surely wasn’t gonna happen. Yet, he couldn’t help but be entranced by her, fresh into adulthood with a mind full of ideas about what she wanted to do. He didn’t mean it, he didn’t mean to start a relationship with her, to start an affair yet he couldn’t say he regret it. He didn’t regret the nights where she’d meet him in the woods, covered by a black trench coat. He could still feel his, his hands against her back, feeling the fabric of her undergarments as the windows fogged.

Y/N was upset. Her friends had told her she better not expect the man who she had left without any notice to help her but she was upset. What choice did she have? After her grandmother heard about it, it would’ve taken no time for everyone in town to hear about it and she would’ve been a disgrace and Lee would’ve certain not become Sheriff. Nevertheless she was upset. Instead, she asked an old friend from school, Billy. It was no surprise he was here, nobody left, nobody ever left. She had left but yet here she was once again, 4 years later wondering about an affair which shouldn’t have happened. Her grandmother had berated her for ages “you don’t sleep with a married man” and of course she knew she shouldn’t yet she had. She didn’t know better.

She had boxes and boxes packed with whatever it was left of the house, photo books, clothing, bedding, all of it packed. Once she got to New York she could sort through it but right now all she wanted to was leave. Her friends even offered to come over and do it for her but the damned lawyer said it had to be her. In the morning she waited for Billy in the steps of her home, dressed in one of her old 50′s fashioned white dress, a far cry from the mini skirts she used at home and off he came in the exact same car he had when they were both teens.

- Y/N, look at you. - he walked off the car. - You look gorgeous, darl’.

- Thank you, Billy. - she scratched the back of her head. - Uhm it’s only 5 big boxes. I’ll pay for the gas if you help me take them to post office.

- You’re not keeping the house?

- And live in Knockemstiff? - she rolled her eyes, climbing up the stairs to grab the boxes from the front of the door. The boy helped her pack the car before the two hopped onto the car. - So, how’s the town been?

- Nothing changes. Mr. Collins died, no one was upset about it and that Bodecker guy became Sheriff. - he light up a cigarette as he turned on the engine. - It’s still as boring as its been and people mostly gossip around the same old gossip.

- What’s new in gossip?

- Eleanor still says you and Bodecker were fucking. - he chuckled. - As if ... I mean, look at you, you were prom queen and he’s a fat bastard.

- You should watch your mouth, Billy. He’s the sheriff.

- Because he bought it. - he shrugged. - Dad says he’s pretty much doing everyone’s dirty work. I mean his sister and her husband disappeared and were found dead.

- I don’t really care for that type of gossip. - she leaned against the seat, watching the trees pass by. It wasn’t that she and Billy were good friends but she needed help and she’d rather die than go beg Lee to help her out. She had tried and it’d failed. Besides what was the worse that could happen?

The worse that could happen became very clear as instead of driving into town he took a left into the woods. She rose her head from the seat as all the ways one could reach town rushed through her mind. This definitely wasn’t one of them, it was hard to even get to the town through the woods. She knew that because, well ... it was where she would meet Lee to ensure no one from town found them. The car came to a stop and Billy got off the car. Maybe he just needed to pee or to get some air. She waited til he was on his back to open the car door and start running but he rushed after her, grabbing her arm and throwing her to the ground before standing over her, hands holding her wrists above her head.

- Billy, what are you doing? - stay calm, that was what they always taught her, stay calm.

- Come on, Y/N. They always wanted us to be together in high school, remember?

- I don’t know what you’re talking about. Billy, calm down.

- You fucking calm down. I know you want me too, Y/N. You called me, you need my help, darl’. I can make you feel so damn good ... - his mouth lowered down and she started to trash around, trying to get rid of him.

- Stop, please stop. - she looked up at the sky, the morning sun barely up as she recalled why you don’t come back to Knockemstiff. You don’t get back because you get stuck. As she convinced herself there was nothing the do, a short was heard through the air.

- What the heck are you doing William? - she recognised the voice. She had never been more grateful for that voice. Billy jumped over to his feet.

- Sheriff ... me and Y/N were just having a bit of fun ... You know, you understand, right?

- Y/N ... - he looked her way. - What were you doing?

- It was against my will, Sheriff. - she climbed onto her feet, leaning against a tree at a healthy distance from him.

- Get the fuck out of here. - the young boy in his mid 20′s rushed out like a child afraid of the dark, forgetting his car and everything he had left behind. Y/N watched him running, tripping onto his legs as Lee fired a warning shot in the air. If this was NY, there would be someone here already but this was Knockemstiff and gun shots were as usual as rain during winter.

He smirked, happy to have once again imposed the authority he so much treasured. Lee never liked Billy, he never liked when he’d drive Y/N home from school even when she was volunteering at the police station. That boy was no good news and always looked at her like she was a piece of meat. Lee still remembered the old Sheriff telling her that boy was no good and looking at her now, dressed in one of her white dresses stained in dirty and green grass stains, he guessed he was right.

- Billy, Y/N? Don’t you have other friends?

- Billy’s the only one with a car. - Y/N mumbled as she grabbed his keys from the floor to take her stuff off his car before he could return. - Thank you but I had it under control.

- ‘Course you did. - he put his hands on his waist. - Come on, I’ll drive you to wherever you want to go.

- I don’t want any favours from you, Sheriff Bodecker. - she held her boxes against her chest. Well, if she started now maybe she could be at the post office with all the boxes at nighttime. - That’ll be all.

- Y/N, come on. I’m a public server so let me help you.

- I don’t want your help. - she almost barked at him, taking another box from Billy’s car. Maybe she could drive the car, yet again she knew the captain particularly liked Billy and could fine her if

- Fine, can you tell me what you’re doing at least?

- I’m shipping these boxes to New York. I don’t have time to completely go through them so ...

- Put them in the cruiser. I’ll take them to the post office and take you home.

- I don’t want any favours.

- It’s not for you, it’s for your grandmother. Now get into the car, please. - he opened the door to her.

Y/N huffed. The last thing she needed was a favour from Lee Bodecker yet in all honesty she had no other choice. She packed her boxes into the truck of his cruiser and sat on the passenger seat, arms crossed as he sat in the driver’s seat. Her mind played tricks on her, reminding her of what they used to do in that driver’s seat of his back when she was younger and full of ideas for the future. She shouldn’t have done it and she knew it, Jane Bodecker wasn’t the best woman but she didn’t deserve having her husband sneaking around with a 20 year old despite her herself having had her fair share of affairs. Not that Lee knew and she wasn’t gonna be the one to tell him about the time she was working late in the station and saw his wife getting busy with a new patrol. She didn’t have that right, after all he was doing the same to her. She shouldn’t have done it, nevertheless. Her grandmother died ashamed of her and now she had to deal with it.

- Billy said Sandy died. Is it true?

- Yeah, last year.

- Oh ... I’m sorry, I didn’t know.

- She had it coming. That weird husband of hers ended up driving her off the edge. That Arvin kid shot them yet I can’t say they hadn’t it coming ... She was still my baby sister.

- I’m sorry, Lee. I’m so sorry ... - she looked down at her skirt.

- Almost got me too ... stupid kid. - he shrugged. - Good thing I was fat enough to stop the bullet, I guess.

- Well, I’m sorry about Sandy. - she said as she saw her house become clearer through the window. He stopped in front of her home, unlocking the doors so she could walk out.

Y/N walked out before she could do something stupid. Whatever she did, whatever he had, whenever they were together she always ended up doing something stupid. She sat in the empty house of her childhood, only now containing furniture. She could remember it so well from her years as a child running up and down the stairs, not knowing what awaited her outside the world. Nevertheless, she didn’t want to owe anything to Lee. She knew who he had to answer softly too, she knew those men Billy spoke about. They always ran for Sheriff ever since she was a kid.

She looked at the clock on the wall, 3PM. She knew exactly where those men would be at that time and so she changed and took her way downtown. Everyone turned their head as she walked into the badly light, old bar in tones of musky green which greatly contrasted with her baby blue short dress. The town had gotten stuck in the 40′s and 50′s, women barely showing their legs or any skin and there she was, a woman born and raised in Knockemstiff dressed like a movie star. The table of three men clearly noticed, the under-sheriff, the division chief and the captain. She stood in front of the round table, taking her sunglasses and setting them on top of her head, a nice, covergirl smile on her pink painted lips. You can get the girl out of Knockemstiff but you can’t get Knockemstiff out of the girl.

- Hello boys. You mind if I seat with you? - she put her hand on one of the chairs.

- Hey, you’re Elizabeth’s granddaughter aren’t you? - Frank, the under-sheriff asked, pulling the chair for her. - I thought you were in New York.

- I was but I just came here because of my grandma’s inheritance, but I have something to discuss.

Another night, another day of useless parading around for Lee. He’d pass by the post office and shipped Y/N’s boxes and that had been the highlight of his day. As per usual, he made his way to the bar only to found the environment was slightly different. He knew this town like the back of his hand, anything off always rang alarm bells. As the bartender placed his usual poison in front of him, he decided to get to the bottom of the situation.

- Why’s everything so quiet?

- I don’t know, Sheriff. - the man replied while cleaning glasses. - Elizabeth’s girl was here and I don’t know what she did but Frank, Jonah and Fitzwilliam left as if she were the devil.

Fucking hell. He drowned the last of his drink before grabbing his hat and entering his cruise. Damned Y/N, she used to be such a nice girl before leaving to New York. God, the only complaint he ever got about her was when the mayor complained about her wanting to run a march. He drove to her home like a mad man. What was she doing messing around with those three? He’d seen them do worse things for much less. Lee climbed the grass patch up to her door, knocking on it as if his life depended on it.

- Y/N, open up. Right now. - he thumped the door again. - I’ll break in if you don’t answer it!

- Jesus. - the door opened up to Y/N dressed in what he was almost entirely sure was the shortest dress he had ever seen a woman wear. She stood against the door, hand on the wood while the other on her waist as he entered her home.

- Took you long enough. - he stepped into the home which he had never dared to step in.

- I was upstairs. - she closed the door, locking it behind her for good safety. No one can be trusted in this godforsaken town. - What do you want?

Lee walked further into the house ignoring her question as he shut all the windows of the ground floor, anything that could allow anyone to look inside the house. Last thing he needed was for anyone to see inside the home and start any rumours. Stupid bastards. Y/N followed him around asking the same damn question anytime he shut any window and pulled any drapes down.

- Stop touching my stuff. - she put herself in front of him. - What do you want, Lee?

- What do I want? - he sat against the couch, sighing. - What the fuck did you do, Y/N? Why were you at the bar?

- I didn’t do anything. - she batted her eyes innocently.

- Y/N, I have another election coming up soon. I’ll ask again, what did you do at the bar?

- It’s none of your business.

- Y/N, I’ve seen those men kill for less so you tell me now what you did.

- Stop ordering me around. - she rolled her eyes at him. - I don’t like owing anyone so now we’re even.

- We’re even? - he pitched the skin of his nose. - What the fuck, Y/N?

- You wanna know what I said? Would that make you feel better? Would that make you feel like you rule this damn town, Lee? - she looked down on him, almost teasing him. Had it been a few years ago she would’ve been under him already. - I helped you out.

- Y/N ...

- It’s not just you who was sleeping around with a younger girl. They were sleeping around with friends of mine. The only difference is I have evidence of it ... - she grabbed her purse from the hanger, taking a beige envelope from it and throwing it his way. Lee looked up to her and then to the envelope opening it to see various pictures of girls he knew in compromising positions with his opponents, letters, everything. - They don’t have anything on you because unlike my friends, I don’t keep souvenirs from my affairs.

- You blackmailed them? Are you stupid, Y/N? They are going to kill you.

- Please. - she rolled her eyes at him. - My grandmother owned half this town, if I die everything goes to charity and this town falls apart. Besides, it’s not like I’m planning to stick around for longer.

- So what now? You had fun playing femme fatale? You’re bored, is that it?

- I just won you an election without any competition, Lee. You could be nicer about it.

- I don’t need your help.

- I don’t need your help either. I was just repaying a favour. - she leaned against the wall. - You can go now.

- Did you need to wear that? - he pointed at the dress. - Couldn’t have struck blackmail dressed appropriately?

- Do you not like my dress? - she looked down, hands grabbing the baby blue fabric as she expanded the flowey skirt. - You know, I bought it for you. I was planning on using it for birthday a few years ago but you know ... had to leave earlier.

- You bought that dress for me? - he rose from the couch, walking up to her until he had her caged against the wall.

- I bought it so you could take it off, actually. - Lee must’ve been hallucinating because he swore she was pouting.

She looked up at him with that look she used to give him after a long day at work when he needed something to unwind. Both of them had promised each other not to do anything else when she left, Y/N had told herself no more coming bak and Lee had decided to spend his life content what whatever shred of marriage he had. Yet, she was there in what looked more like lingerie than a dress and he was in uniform, both of them were never good at making good decisions, and this was Knockemstiff. Lee took the first move, leaning down to kiss her like his body dependent on it which in some way he did. She held onto his shoulder, flushing her body against his as his hands started trying to pull the dress away from her body. Baby blue fabric flowed to the ground as he picked her up, throwing her against the couch he had just been sat on. He stopped kissing her to look at her, to look at the body he still dreamed at night or whenever he shut his eyes. She could’ve been gone for 4 years but she sure never left his wildest fantasies.

- Lee, wait. - her hands stopped him from returning to kiss her. - Let me treat you, please.

- Oh sugar, you don’t need to ask. - she got up, walking slowly past him, her matching baby blue undergarments much more racy than what she used to wear back in Knockemstiff. She pushed him against the couch, smirking as she went down on her knees. - What are you doing down there, sugar? It’s more than you can handle.

- Don’t worry, Sheriff. I’m a big girl. - her hands unbuckled the belt off his trousers, throwing it to the floor followed by his trousers. She peppered kisses over his thighs down to his knees and then to the edge of his underwear. Slowly, she peeled them away, making eye contact with him. The silent girl he had known before was definitely long gone and he didn’t know how to feel about it. Before he could make up his mind, she took him entirely inside inside her mouth. - Fuck, you look fucking flawless with my big cock in your mouth, sugar.

She smiled at his praise, moving her head up and down still at a painfully slow pace, his balls in her hands. Lee pushed his head back, groaning at her motions and thinking it could no get better until she started to move her head faster, his tip reaching the back of her throat, but it didn’t seem to bother her. Instead she moaned against him, the vibrations making him feel like he was on cloud 9. Fuck being sheriff, nothing made him quite higher than having the one who got away with his cock down her throat. He started twitching against her mouth, his hand grabbed a handful of her hair, pushing her against his pelvis and starting to control her moves. She kept moaning against him, bringing him over the edge until he just couldn’t hold himself anymore. His grip loosened on her head as his muscles gave up on him.

Y/N got up from her kneeling position, thumb pushing whatever cum had spilled over into her mouth. That image alone made him harden up again like some horny teenage boy. She smiled at him, hands on his shoulders as she sat on his lap.

- What do you want me to do, Sheriff? - she batted her eyes at him, leaning down to kiss his ear lobe lowering down to his neck.

- You wanna ride my cock, sugar? - he hooked his hand on her nape, pushing her so she was looking at him. - You wanna make up to me for leaving me all alone?

- Yes, Sheriff. - she lined up and slowly sunk down on him, both of them moaning.

- Come on, sugar. Show me what you can do. - she started riding him as if the devil had possessed her. He pushed her lips against his, a sloppy messy kiss which definitely was more lust than anything else as she moved up and down against him. - Yeah, you like that don’t you, sugar? Tell me you like it, sugar.

- It feels so good, Lee. - she leaned against him, her hips still moving as he pulled her bra down, pinching her nipple. - Fuck.

- You’re never gonna leave me again. - he started thrusting up, moving her from under him so she was laid across the couch. - Promis ... fuck ... promise me, sugar. Promise, you’re not gonna leave.

- Lee ... - she moaned against the couch’s pillow as he speed up his pace, hands holding her hips and moving them against and away from him.

- You’re not gonna leave. - he groaned, feeling the way her walls milked him with such need. - You’re not gonna leave me, sugar. You’re not, right? You’re gonna stay.

- Lee ... - she cried out before her mouth opened up in a perfect O, her orgasm washing over her. He didn’t take too long to cum, groaning like a wild animal as strings of white painted her walls. He slipped out of her, holding her before turning so she was standing on top of him. - Lee, I can’t stay. You know that, right?

- Why not? Things were good when you were around.

- I left for a reason, Lee. - she got up from him, grabbing her dress and quickly slipping it on. - And that reason still stands.

- Y/N, please listen ...

- When I was 20 and we started this, I truly believed you were going to divorce your wife. You were going to divorce her and you were gonna marry me and ... and my grandma would’ve been upset but she would’ve learned to deal with it and then she would’ve taken me to the altar. I waited a year to see if I would ever become something other than a mistress and then the elections came around and I understood you were not gonna divorce Jane. You were going to be Sheriff and you’re still going to be Sheriff and maybe sometime Mayor. I’m not gonna be your mistress anymore, Lee.

- Y/N ...

- Please, leave. - she wiped whatever tears were threatening to fall off. Lee furrowed his brow, putting on his trousers before trying to approach her but she stopped him, arm raised firmly keeping distance. - Please, leave.

- Y/N, c’mon. Let’s talk.

- LEAVE! - she rose her tone at him. Lee wasn’t going to argue with her, it wasn’t his place to argue with her at her own house and so he left. Y/N stayed in the middle of her leaving room, arms crossed until she broke down crying.

She could almost hear her grandmother’s words “there’s no use crying about it” when she told her Lee was running for Sheriff. Funny how even after being dead, the old nag still was as right as she was four years ago. She wiped her tears with her hand and climbed the stairs up to her bedroom, sitting on the bare bed. It was going to be alright, tomorrow she’d be able to sign the rights over to the letting agency and could return to New York. Things were fine there, or at least she wasn’t sleeping with a married man there.

The sun didn’t raise up that morning, rain instead replaced it and so Y/N remained laid in bed watching the rain drop rush down the fogged up windows until a loud thumping on her door forced her to get up. She wrapped herself in her robe and went down the stairs to open the door.

- Good morning, miss. - she opened the door to her letting agent. - How are you?

- I’m alright, Don. I’m sorry, I thought the open house was later. I’ll just get my stuff and leave.

- No, it’s all right miss. I am just here to tell you that we’ve sold the house was above the price you were asking for.

- Pardon me?

- At least two times the asking price. It was such a good price, he had to take it. Paid upfront.

- What really? Who?

- He should be coming to see the place in an hour. - he said. - We’ll bring you the check later on.

- All right. Thank you Don.

That was good news at least she got to leave Knockemstiff before anything else happened. She didn’t know what had overcome her to decide to have sex with Lee. Pull yourself together Y/N, you’ve had four years to learn how to deal with it. It was fine, it was going to be fine. She packed whatever was left of her stuff into her small patched up luggage and put it by the door. She just needed to wait for Don to bring her check back and she could go on back to New York, where her mistakes only included putting coloured clothes with whites and then having pink clothes for the rest of her life. A knock on the door made that decision come much faster. Okay, Y/N. Get the check and go.

- Lee? - she opened the door to see the least person she wanted to see. - Go away, I’m expecting someone.

- I know. - he walked in as if the house was his. - You’re expecting me.

- This is not funny, Lee. Don should be bringing my check anytime and the owner will be here in an hour.

- Yeah, I’m sorry I’m early.

- Pardon? - she rose her eyebrows at his statement. - What do you mean?

- It’s my house now. I was thinking of upgrading, ya know? This house is the best one in Brewer Heights after all.

- Are you fucking kidding me, Lee?! - she stood in front of him before he could walk further into her home. - You’re bringing your wife into my childhood home? YOU’RE BRINGING YOUR WIFE TO YOUR MISTRESS’S HOME?!

- How many bedrooms is this house? They said they thought it was over five in the contract.

- You have a perfectly good house. Why do you want mine?

- Mine is too small. Only one bedroom, I’d have no place to build a nursery.

- A nursery? You and your wife are having a baby? In my childhood home ... how swell.

- You know I’m thinking about running for mayor. I mean, it’d look good if I had a family.

- Good luck convincing Jane. - she gave him a cynical smile.

- I don’t have to convince Jane. I’d have to convince you.

- Me? Fuck off, Lee. I’m not having a baby for you and your wife. Fuck off.

- We’re a good team, Y/N. Besides, Jane is no longer in the picture.

- Lee ... - she sighed. - Please.

- You see, my wife isn’t as good as me at keeping her infidelities casual. The other candidates have caught wind of it ... I need someone who’s almost as good at blackmail as me.

- I’m better at blackmail than you. - she crossed her arms at him.

- So what do you say, sugar? Want to be the sheriff’s wife?

- Do you promise I’ll get to be the mayor’s wife someday?

- With you on my team, I think you’re gonna be the mayor’s wife sooner than you think.

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misteria247 · 2 years

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I've been watching a lot of Sonic videos lately (I've fallen back into the pit of hedgehog hell-) and a lot of these videos involve one of my favorite ships that suprisingly after all these years still makes me giddy. That ship being none other than SonAmy. I remember when I'd first seen the ship and saw these two interact together, and it was these two sweet babies that really got me into shipping as a whole. SonAmy was basically my religion as a kid and teenager if I'm gonna be honest here.

Of course as I got older I kinda forgot about the ship and didn't really look into the Sonic franchise anymore. But recently due to the YouTube algorithm I've been reintroduced to this ship and looking at them through the eyes of an adult makes this pairing even better. Looking at them now I can see just how well they actually fit together, much like how Sonic and Sally do. Sonic and Amy are basically polar opposites.

Amy is a cheerful, kind girl who is hot headed and stubborn. She's smart and willing to follow her dreams and her heart even when things are bleak. She's always has her heart on her sleeve and she's passionate. Meanwhile Sonic is the complete opposite of her. Sonic is cocky and full of confidence. He's always going with his gut even when it might not be the best decision. He's kind as well though he's not as open about it as Amy. He keeps his heart hidden from sight and keeps his feelings to himself. He's awkward at times in certain situations and he's short tempered and sometimes shy if he's put in the right circumstances. These two are completely different in so many ways yet it's because of these differences that make them work whether it be as friends or as partners. They complete each other when it comes to what their counterpart lacks.

They're basically the definition of Yin and Yang. Forever different yet not really able to be without the other. It's just incredible how well their personalities play off of each other's when given the chance to. And seeing it as the adult that I am today really makes me appreciate the pairing all over again and makes me fall in love with it even more than my childhood self did. Their relationship if given the chance to be built more upon would work incredibly well. Just like with SonAlly which has the somewhat same dynamic as SonAmy. Like them, Sonic and Sally are complete opposites from each other yet when they're together they blend incredibly well with each other and work off one another. They bring out the best in one another because of their differences and SonAmy in a way does the same thing only different.

It's just incredibly wonderful how a pairing that you were once in love with as a child can completely become even better when you become older and look at it again.

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eerythingisshaka · 3 years

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Ficmas Day #24 “Christmas Ain’t Christmas Without Tre”

[Trevante Rhodes x Reader]

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Running out of your work building, you curse under your breath as the snow falls heavily to the ground. You have a bad habit of not checking the weather and in the winter time that spells for a potential disaster, much like tonight. The snow, coupled with the fact your car is in the shop, means getting home is not going to be easy.

You blow your hand for heat as your other roots through your coat pocket for your phone. Scrolling through a rideshare app, the little map showing your area has no cars available for picking you up.

“Fuck! Why is everyone so scared of the fucking snow?” You look around and see the diner down the street from you is still open and take a chance on heading for it. You teeth chatter the whole time as you run and the wind blows flakes into your eyes. Crossing the street you hop the curb but your heel hits a bit of ice, making you fall flat on your behind.

You wince in pain and get up slowly, walking up to the door and letting yourself in.

“Aw man, lady! You ok? I saw that from back here. That was a damn nasty fall!” The employee behind the counter shakes their head as they bring dishes back to wash. You wave a hand signaling you’re fine.

“I just need to sit here. Warm up and wait for a ride.” You slide into a booth and groan in relief as you sink into comfort.

“You’re not gonna see a car in this.”

You look up and see Trevante standing by you in a camel colored coat looking suave and manicured as usual. You can tell his eyes are a bit nervous though.

“How in the hell, of all places, are you here right now?” you ask harshly.

Trevante looks away with a quick smile. “I’m just here catching some late night eating. Doesn’t mean anything with you. I’m just about ready to head out anyway so-”

You sit up quickly. “Wait, you drove? Can I ride with you?”

Trevante’s eyes widened. “Don’t you have a license?”

“Yeah, but my car is in the shop. Plus no rides for me to call, so...please?”

Trevante’s expression gives you an instant feeling of regret. “Wow, we say please now? You’ve grown up, girl.”

“Ahhh whatever dude, just help me out. We never gotta do this shit again.”

He points his hand out for you to lead the way out the door. As you both walk through the parking lot, your mind runs some scenarios through your head: awkward conversation, awkward silence, his hand reaches for the gear but you think he wants your hand and you catch his and he looks at you funny-

“Why are you so quiet?”

You jump as he breaks your inner monologue. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re kinda acting weird. My car’s right here.”

You go around to the passenger side as he unlocks the doors, sliding into the seat and quickly shutting the door.

“It’s cold.”

Trevante turns his motor on. “No shit it is.”

You adjust the vents in the dashboard so that the air flows your way directly. “I mean that’s why I’m not talking much.”

“Ok.”

The car is silent except for the roar of the heat circulating around you. You wriggle in your seat trying to find a comfortable position but with little progress as your knees hit the dash in front of you constantly. Reaching under the seat, you pull the bar to slide the seat farther back.

“You changing my shit over there?” Trevante asks

You reach for the side of the seat to lean it back a little. “Can I have this one time courtesy? Ain’t my fault you let little people ride in your car now.”

“I don’t let anyone ride in my car or make any changes in my car.”

You scoff, leaning back and crossing your ankles. “You let me do whatever I wanted in this car.”

Trevante grips the steering wheel and looks up through the windshield. “That was before.”

“Yeah, you right. My man has a bigger ride than this so it’s usually not an issue but…” You don’t finish your sentence as you feel the atmosphere change in the car. You look sideways at Trevante but he’s facing his driver’s side window. You silently curse yourself for coming off as boasting and try to change the subject.

“You gonna drive or what?”

Trevante leans back with his hands in his lap. “I’m waiting for this snow to pass.”

“What do you mean? That might take all night, I gotta go home now.”

“You meeting somebody or something?”

“Maybe, like that’s your business anyway!”

Trevante laughs in a way that isn’t funny. “That’s crazy.”

You turn to confront him. “What is? I don’t have all day to be here.”

“You’re coming at me while I’m trying to help your stranded ass!”

“No one asked you to-”

Trevante leans forward waiting. “Say again? No one asked me...to help? Was that what you were gonna say?”

You sit back quietly, watching the snow fall against the window in fat clumps. You ask yourself why you’re so mad and combative but maintain a wall for the time being and hoping for the snow to stop.

Trevante fidgets with a vent that is turned to you, adjusting it to blow in his direction. “What happened to your car?”

You clear your throat. “It’s a transmission thing or something.”

“Damn, it’s still got that issue?”

You nod. “Yeah but, it’s fine. It’ll get handled.”

“Ok. I could’ve looked at it but-”

“I don’t need the help.”

Silence overtakes you both again as the snow entrances you, filling each space of the window.

“Remember when I got you that shelf for your TV? And it delivered that afternoon, but I had to go to work so I said I’ll put it together when I got off. And when I got home-”

You snort laughing at the memory. “It look like someone broke in and destroyed a perfectly good shelf.”

Trevante laughs with you, covering his face. “Girl, don’t nobody fuck that up like you, man I coudn’t even do nothing with it. Half the pieces were missing and it look like you beat it with a hammer at some point.”

“It was frustrating! I did my best! There you go hating!”

Trevante shakes his head. “I’m not hating. Like you said, you did your best. You try a LOT.”

“It’s my best quality! Giving up is not my forte!”

You study the fabric of Trevante’s from his bicep to his wrist. When your eyes land on his hand, you see an old scar from the very shelf debacle.

You lightly smack the back of his hand to get his attention. “Let me ask you for one favor: Come with me to get my car so I know they not tryna charge me out my ass for it.”

Trevante shrugs his shoulders with uncertainty. “I’m not sure. What do I get out of that? Driving you home here, checking your car out there? What’s in it for me?”

“Nothing but a job well done.” You wriggle down in your seat comfortably. As time passes, the snow seems to be getting worse. Trevante turns off the car’s engine.

“Why you doin that? It’s gonna get cold!” Your complaints fall on deaf ears however as Trevante remains steadfast in conserving energy.

“If I don’t have any gas to take you home, then what will happen?”

You groan, feeling the chill of the outside seeping in within minutes. You shiver, pulling your coat tighter around and leaning into your knees so you form a ball.

“It’s not all that! Come on!”

“I don’t have any other choice! You’re freezing me out!”

Trevante sighs, placing a hand on your back to give you a shake. “Come over.”

You peek over at him cautiously.

“Since you’re in my care, I’m offering a heat source. Take it or leave it.” He waits with his coat half open to you patiently.

You lean over to him without hesitation, feeling his strength as you lay against him. Resting your heart on his chest, you hear his heart beating loud and strong. Its percussive hum settles your mind, relaxing you as you drift off to sleep.

When your eyes open again, you barely can tell your surroundings as the area seems darker than before. Your hands slide from around his waist as you look up.

“The snow stopped,’ you say out loud, waking Trevante with a slight jolt.

Trevante rubs his eyes and yawns aggressively. “Shit, how long did we sleep for?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t wanna get up.”

Trevante squeezes your arm with sleep still in his voice. “Nah, we’ll sleep better once we out this car.”

You sigh. “Fine.”

Turning our face up to him, you give him a peck on his lips before thinking and freeze in place. You and Trevante stare into each other’s eyes as your lips lock, frozen in fear. You pull yourself back slowly.

“I wasn’t thinking.”

Trevante doesn’t say anything. He just continues to stare, unblinking. “I don’t need a reason.”

Once your gaze fell from your eyes to his lips, your body catapults towards him again, snaking your way around him to let his seat back flat.

As you crawl across to straddle him, Trevante looks around worried. “What about the man you talked about?”

“I lied.” You swing your leg around and start undoing his pants. “I don’t know why, I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“But-”

You pause unzipping him with a huff. “I don’t need an explanation! You don’t need a reason! That works, yeah?”

His hands reach around you, pulling you in to him. He helps you out of your bottoms, feeling your hottest outside of your clothes than in them. You kiss the familiarity of his hands as they travel every area of you enjoying the ride in his driver’s seat. Your body shakes from being reintroduced to him, unable to calmly enjoy the feast for fear of being hungry again.

When he drops you off at your residence a while later, you hesitate getting out of the car. When he reaches for your hand, you squeeze it tightly.

“I’ll see you later, you know?”

He nods. “Of course. You know where I am. Just text me before the car is ready though so I don’t feel used.”

You laugh quietly. “Come in. Just come inside.”

He looks away with restraint. “That’s dangerous for us.”

“Walk me to the door.”

You get out of the car, waiting for him to follow you. As you get your keys out of your pocket and in the door.

“Imma go now.”

You walk in and leave the door open for him.

#shakafic #ficmas #trevante rhodes x reader

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nickiewrites · 4 years

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Golden Globes. (Chris Evans)

Type: Smut, I guess

Warnings: Swearing, oral (f receiving)

Words: 1,429

Pairing: Chris x reader

Summary: You and you’re boyfriend Chris get a little too hot and heated and decide to finish it up at the Golden Globes

A/N:

Idk why I even write authors notes lol

The Golden Globes. One of the years biggest award shows for film. It was a big deal for most actors. Also, nerve racking. And not just for them. It was going to be my first public outing with my boyfriend. We didn’t want to let everyone know so soon that we were dating but I really wanted to be there to support him. We acted pretty civil the whole night and never said anything about it. Until recently, he confirmed it on live TV, no one was really surprised, but we were finally ready to let everyone know. And now, the Oscars had rolled around again, and we could actually go and have fun.

“Hey baby.” Chris walked in and kissed me on the forehead, just getting back from a walk around the neighborhood with Dodger. I smiled and looked up from my laptop.

“Hi. How was your walk?” I spoke softly.

“It was good.” Chris said, grabbing some food out of the cabinet. “It’s so hot outside, though.”

I grabbed my phone. “Yeah, it says it’s almost 90 out.” I laughed. “But that means you’ve been sweating a lot and… you’re pretty sexy when you sweat.” I said, biting my lip, almost slipping out of my seat, starring at my boyfriend.

At the end of my sentence, Chris turned around and looked at me with his bedroom eyes.

“You think I’m sexy when I sweat?” He says, coming closer towards me.

“Mmm, you know I think you’re always sexy.” I whisper, grabbing his waist, as he’s finally in reach of me.

Chris puts his hands on my shoulders. “Well, I think, you’re always sexy.” He moves one of his hands to my neck and the other down towards my ass, his lips connecting to my neck.

I moaned loudly, moving my head to the side and my hands making my way to his ass. After a minute, both of his hands find my backside and lift me up and carry me to the island counter of our kitchen. I could feel his hard-on against my core. I decided to change it up and found his ear lobe and bit down lightly on it.

“Oh fuck, where did you learn to do that?” Chris whispered, his mouth leaving my neck for only a second.

I giggled. “I didn’t need to learn it, dummy. But I didn’t think you’d like it so much.” I sucked the rest of it into my mouth and Chris grinded his hips into mine.

I lifted my head up after I released his lobe and I saw the time on the kitchen clock.

“Oh, baby!” I squealed.

“You like that, babygirl?” He moaned into my ear.

“No, no! It’s already 1pm! We have to go get ready! I have to do my hair and make up and you have to shower!” I giggled, pushing my hunky boyfriend off me.

“Sweetheart, do you see this?” He pointed down to the tent in his pants. “You just did this to me, and you’re gonna make it better, don’t think you’re getting out of it that easy.” He smirked, trying to lean in, but I pushed him away once more and jumped down from the counter, laughing.

“We’ll finish it later. Come on, stud.” I smirked, pulling Chris towards our bedroom.

“My handsome man.” I smiled, looking at Chris in his velvet maroon tux, rubbing my hands up and down his chest.

“My sexy girl.” He said, giving my ass a small slap.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late.” Walking towards the front door of the house.

“We can be a little late, no one will miss us.” Chris hot on my tail, locking the door behind us.

20 minutes later, showing up at the red carpet. Chris got out the opposite side and ran to my side to open my door. I smiled and grabbed his hand that was extended to help me out of the low car.

“Oh god!” I squeaked, almost losing my balance from the tall heels I was not used to wearing. Chris reacted fast, his other hand that was holding onto the car door moving to grab my other hand before I could tumble to the ground.

“I got ya, honey.” He said, pulling me up to my feet.

“Thanks, love.” I said, standing still to regain my balance. “I guess I forgot how to wear heels this high, it’s been a while.” I looked up to see the crowd of people and paparazzi. “Of course, now they’ll have pictures going around forever.”

Chris giggled. “At least you didn’t totally face plant.” I shoved him in the chest and we both started laughing.

We made our way down the red carpet, stopping every few feet to pose and smile. There were a few times I tried to step away to let the photographers get pictures of Chris by himself, but every time, he pulled me right back to his side.

And every time, his hand landed on my ass.

After about an hour and a half of pictures and walking down to our seats, running into people, Chris either introducing or reintroducing me to all the people from his world. The entire time we mingled, his hand was on my back and I just felt so heart-warmed by the small but at the same time, huge gesture of love.

At 5pm, the show had finally begun. Chris’ hand was on my thigh almost the entire time. I loved that we could be this open in front of everyone, unlike last year. It was nice knowing he wasn’t afraid to be seen with me, either. I wasn’t famous or anything, no one knew my name, other than just from social media and tabloids. I was happy. My mind started to wander and I started thinking about earlier, how we almost had sex on our kitchen counter and how upset we both were that we had to stop. I had been so focused on the event that I had almost forgot about what I had… or rather had not, done.

I leaned in towards my boyfriend. “I have to tell you a secret.” I whispered in his ear.

“And what’s that, baby?” He looked at me suspiciously.

I leaned in closer so no one else would hear.

“I don’t have underwear on…” I moved my hand across his crotch, grazing across his growing boner.

“You, um- uh. You don’t?” He said, his hand moving to my back, his face getting red.

“Nope. I thought you would have felt it since your hands spent about 50% of the night on my ass.” I smiled.

“I thought you were just wearing a G-string, you’re so naughty.” He smirked, hiding his face in my neck.

“I am 100% commando. Want me to prove it?”

I kissed his cheek softly, while he finally comprehended what I said. Before he even had a chance to respond, I grabbed his hand and led it up my thigh. I pulled back the slit in my dress, scooting closer to the table. His other hand, still on my back, mine on his shoulder, his face still on my neck, giving it soft, open mouthed kisses.

My hand slowly guided his to my middle, finally reaching it. The minute his cold fingers touched me, I jumped a little bit, but they immediately warmed up. I let go and started palming his hard-on under his pants. He started to push two fingers slowly inside and I bit my lip to quiet myself. Everyone around us was pretty into their conversations, lucky for us.

He finally pushed his fingers all the way in and started moving in and out. My grip on his lower half got harder as his fingers started moving faster. I was so close to getting off and I whispered in Chris’ ear, “I’m so close Chris, just a little more and my cum will be all over your fingers baby.” Chris groaned and he added a 3rd finger, pushing me over the edge. I nudged Chris’ head away from my neck and snuggled into his as I rode out my climax. I sat back in my chair and heavily breathed in and out. Chris pulled his fingers out and slowly brought his fingers up. He grabbed my chin and made me watch him stick his fingers in his mouth. My brain about exploded at that point. I stood up, my legs still shaky, walked to the opposite side of my boyfriend and leaned down,

“Meet me in the bathroom in 5.”

#chris #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans and reader #imagine #chris evans imagines #chris evans imagine #chris evans smut #chris evans blurb #chris evans blurbs #chris evans one shot #chris evans one-shot #chris evans oneshot #chris evans fanfic #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fan-fiction #chris evans fan fiction #chris evans x fem #chris evans x female reader

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demonicintegrity · 3 years

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- Shoelace & Boom Boom see Asher getting misgendered and just devising a plan to get back at the people

- Benson following KipAsher on their first date because Kipo is his "little sister", and Troy just laughing his ass off at his dumb ass bf

- Cured! Yumyan and BB Billions cuddling

Prompt 1:

Asher brings it up so casually at the next enby hangout, as a casual vent.

“Ugh and that reminds me, the other day Hoag misgendered me- and Yknow that’s like whatever right? I get it, we don’t talk much. But I corrected him and he just gives me this look Yknow? This look and scoff and AUGH! He’s so annoying!”

BoomBoom immediately squaked in anger while Shoelace offered a milkshake in condolence. (Kipo introduced her to milkshakes and he was hooked for a while.) The two asked what Asher was gonna do about it, but they brushed it off. Something about keeping the peace and not causing trouble.

A valid option to Shoelace, she gets it. No use stirring the pot right? Even though they love stirring pots for food, she understands the face value of not stirring this pot. BoomBoom on the other hand didn’t sit right with it. Then again, they’ve always been a direct action kinda bird.

But they drop it. Until BoomBoom is in town again and they notice Hoag. (Hard to miss considering his blond hair, plus he was reintroduced to the mute gangs shortly after Prahm.) She was just gonna pass by until she saw Doag and Asher with him. She perches on a window and listens into the conversation, deciding they can be noisy just this once.

Their feathers are quickly ruffled by it. Hoag is going on about how it’s so weird “these days” how kids are doing their gender “weird” and how back in his day everyone was a boy or girl and stuck with it. Doag was trying to get him to shut it and be nice while Asher looked so very tired. With an angry hmph, BoomBoom flies off to find Shoelace.

Obviously a normal nectar bomb is out of the question. Even diluted bombs could pose a threat if set off too close. But BoomBoom was dead set on using a bomb. Her name is BoomBoom, of course she wants to use a bomb! It’s so fun and easy and effective!

Shoelace was the voice of reason though, knowing that maybe that’d be going too far. They can’t risk causing a fight Yknow? But that also means axes are out of the question since humans find it too scary for some reason.

They talked it out over pancakes that Shoelace made. Spending quite a lot of time on finding a solution to their problem without upsetting Asher or the humans as a whole. It wasn’t until BoomBoom complained about syrup getting on their feathers did the two get an idea.

He had no idea what hit him. The bomb was planted expertly.

Hoag smelled of maple syrup for two weeks. The timbercat syrup is some potent stuff. Asher absolutely lost it, crying laughing until they couldn’t breathe.

Prompt 2:

“Benson.”

“Dont talk me outta this Troy.”

“Benson!”

“I know I know, you know them, I know them, of course they’ll be nice to Kipo!”

“Exactly!”

“Exactly.”

“..... so?”

“I’m still going.”

“Pfft- Benson you don’t need to.”

“I have to troy! I’m basically Kipo’s older brother! I gotta be there! Gotta give the whole “don’t mess with my baby sister” speech.”

“Or else what? You’ll beat em up?”

“Well uh. I don’t want to... but I will!! Yeah!!”

“... Uh huh. Yknow Dahlia’s been teaching them her axe tricks right?”

“....”

Prompt 3:

*inhale*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THATS FUCKING CUTE MY H E A R T

WBillions had ask Molly to bring Yumyan over while they discussed possible ways to unlock and improve his memories. (He’d been very passionate about figuring out what the cured mutes remember and can do to communicate.) and they kinda just let the two do whatever while they get absorbed in their convo, Molly asking questions and WBillions explaining what he knows and what his theories are.

They turn around and find BBillions curled around Yumyan in a cuddle and both of their hearts melt.

#I’m here for the Hoag slander. he’s such an easy simply antagonist #kataow #asher berdacs #shoelace mccutty #kataow boom boom #kipo and the age of wonderbeasts #billions and billions #kipasher #Kipo/Asher #bentroy #benson mekler #troy sandoval #hibiscus-gardens

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sevi007 · 3 years

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GUYS I’M SCREAMING. I just finished “Bridge to the Turnabout” and I’m FLASHED, people, I’m still jittery with adrenaline the likes I would not expect from a damn courtroom-simulator, but from a literal action game! WHAT A GOOD CASE and what a great game, tying all those old and new cases and even past-games cases together in this big bang of an ending.

I’m not able to put everything into a coherent text right now, so I took some notes during the game, quick summarizations of big events, to make sure I wrote my thoughts down. Right now, I’m too busy fluttering around the room because I’m still so excited, so have these notes, instead:

* I honestly kind of expected to meet Dahlia again. This whole game built up on her, did it not? Her trials against Mia. Her connection to Phoenix. Her poisoning of Armando – or Godot, as he goes by now. This entire game introduced her, built up her story, and made it very clear that this is not the last we have seen of her. I just did not expect HOW they reintroduced her. That she would already be dead, and simply summoned back into this world. While that is of course a possibility in this universe, it still took me by surprise! And also, who summoned her in the last trial – Maya!

What a great twist! I almost jumped off my chair yelling!

(Also, please, lady – just stay as dead as a literally dead person can. Don’t EVER come back)

* Morgan had Pearl summon someone to kill Maya? What the… listen. How dare you. How freaking… in the last trial with Morgan, I could somewhat excuse her actions as “wanting her daughter to succeed”. But this time? She wanted a 9 year old, her OWN DAUGHTER, to carry out a murderous plot. Indirectly, she would have allowed – wanted – Pearl’s hand painted with the blood of her own beloved cousin. I don’t care if the summoned Dahlia would have been the driving force behind it; Pearl would have lived on with the knowledge that she did the summoning, and her own two hands had down the killing. This woman cared more about power than her sweet, kindhearted daughter, and she DARED risk Pearl’s mental and emotional health for some shitty position of power??? Lemme at her! I’m gonna scratch out her eyes!

(Also, sign Pearl up for adoption. I know a whole cast of characters who would jump into action at the opportunity. Heck I would jump too!)

* I don’t know what to say about Godot, not really. He’s a very, very complicated character. On one hand, he tried to protect Maya. I’m sure he did – that was part of the reason why he stabbed Elise / Misty while she was channeling Dhalia. That was why Maya tried to protect him, in the end. But good intentions or not, his main motivation? Revenge and hatred. If he only had GOOD intentions, then he would have told someone what was going to happen. He would have warned them. He did not. He even says so himself (I wrote the first part of this rant before he said so, so, yeah, sorry for basically just saying what we all already know XD)

But that does not mean he’s an inherently bad person. I would say, he was at his core, a good person, and pieces of that person still exist. But waking up from that coma, he had not only lost his eyesight, his girlfriend – he had also lost that core of himself, didn’t he? Part of Armando was really dead, dead through poison as much as through regret and hatred. He wasn’t just blind to colors, he was also blind to what really mattered.

In the end, he’s likely one of the, if not the, most tragic characters of AA. I cannot say he’s entirely good – I cannot say he’s bad. He’s a very complex and interesting case. One which I like a lot, flaws or not!

(Also I wished he could meet – a channeled – Mia one last time. So they can properly say goodbye, this time)

* I would like to be able to say I’m reeling over the fact that Iris was the girl who was in a “relationship” with Phoenix the whole time but – in the end, I’m not. It makes too much sense, the moment she says it. How Phoenix never once suspected Dahlia of being anything else than being sweet and kind – obviously because he only ever met Iris for a longer period of time. What Iris wanted to tell him ever since meeting him again in the present. How she got flustered and blushed and looked at him all the time. No, I’m not surprised, in the end. I’m just awed by how well this entire story was set up, and happy that in the end, Phoenix was right – the girl he knew back then would never have hurt anybody. It was Iris, after all, all along.

What a great, great game. What great trilogy, in fact! Damn, that was fun and exciting. Whew! If anybody has not noticed it yet, I’m utterly in love with this series now, and there’s no way I’m not going to play the entire rest of it. (Already planned everything out and got the games!) It’s just so good! =D And I’m happy to be – somewhat – part of such a nice fandom! Hope y’all will have me!

In the end, some other, smaller things of note that I really liked, in no particular order, under the cut:

* Mia appearing next to Phoenix, only for Godot to see, literally broke my heart.

* Maya titling herself “director of Wright and Partner” instead of a Fey-Medium hurt as much as it made me smile. Wright and his office where all she felt she still HAD in that moment, wasn’t it?

* Franziska staying on an icy mountain all night to help figure out how to get Maya out of that damn locked room

* Edgeworth flying across the ocean, posing as a defense attorney and that all to help his friends - -mainly Phoenix – out. His only condition for helping Iris being “tell Phoenix the entire truth, so he can get over everything in his past”. He even called Phoenix “partner”. Look at how far we’ve come! “Unnecessary feelings”, who is that?! Never even heard of them! XD

* Once again, Gumshoe dropping everything to come and help in any capacity he could, the utter sweetheart.

* Godot having his own friggin’ theme as his ringtone. I want to punch him like Mia punched Grossberg. Damn you, you dork! XD

* Larry asked if there is space for him in the group hug so there was a group hug with Maya, Edgeworth, and Franziska. I would give a whole damn lot to see a picture of that! Gimme! XD (Also, Maya staring Franziska down hahaha!)

* Nick yelling “Objection” while everyone anticipates it was a nice way to top the whole thing off was a great way to end this trilogy! (Also please tell me you’re not really going to make him take part in that hellish training? Please? Has this man not suffered enough already!)

#sevi plays trials and tribulations #sevi plays ace attorney

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cantcomeupwithacreativename · 3 years

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The Experiment Chapter 6

"Will F/L/N Y/N please report to the office?"

I ignore the 'ooooohhhhh she in trouubllleee's' and head down.

"We've decided to transfer you to 1 A. One of our previous students decided the hero course is not for him, and someone from general studies is going in, however, Aizawa refuses to re-teach the new kid what he's already taught the others, so we need to transfer someone from 1 B in, and since you were already being considered, you're the perfect candidate." The little rat grins at me. Who the hell is Aizawa? I've never heard of him.

“Ok. Sounds good.” I figure there’s no point in fighting it, the alternative is expulsion. As I’m walking over to the door, the rat speaks again,

“Oh, you’ll be moving classes now, so go get your stuff. We figure the faster the transition, the smoother." What am I supposed to do about my friends?

"Can I say bye to everyone?"

"Of course." He says a grin on his little rat face.

Great, now I have to reintroduce myself, and avoid questions, and explain my quirk all over again. One the bright side, I'll be with that Momo girl… she was super pretty. Oh, and that jackass blonde kid, and that bitchy two toned.

On my way back to my old class, I plan out what I'm going to tell Monoma. Poor kid, they don't get him like I do.

I sigh and push through the heavy door.

"Hey, what was that about?" Kendo's face is knitted with concern once she sees my expression.

"I have to transfer classes. To 1 A."

The classroom is silent. Vlad king looks disappointed. He loves all his students and had grown quite attached to them, as he did each year.

"No, you can't leave us for them!" Monoma said, betrayal flashing in his eyes. "You can't leave me…" he whispers to himself. 'Not for those 1 A brats, who, like everyone else in his life, believed he couldn't be a good hero. They insulted us, called us worthless, and now they think they can take you away? His first friend he's had in a long time?'

"We can still hang out during lunch and after school and stuff Monoma, I'm not dying."

But he wasn't listening to me. He looked like he was having a flashback. 'Does she think they're better than us? Is that why she's leaving? Because I'm not good enough? But, I'm just as good as them, we got in on the same test… there's really no difference, just letters. I'll show those bastards how good we are. That will prove to her that we're the same.'

Tetsutetsu was a bit disappointed too. He enjoyed having such a tough girl in class. You fought those bullies! It wasn't a crush, per say, more of an admiration for your spirit.

2nd person

On the other hand, Pony was glad you were being transferred. Not in a rude way, no, actually quite the opposite. She remembers you fighting those jerks, and knows that if you are in class 1A, you can ride off the wave of fame from that villain attack. The more famous you are,,, the easier to become a pro.

But not that you would know this.

Back to Y/N

I wonder what these new kids will be like. They can't all be selfish jerks.

Outside of the 1A door, I hear a muffled voice say,

"A new student is being transferred in, in Mineta's place." Footsteps alert me that he, whoever he is, is approaching the door. "Come in." He says as it opens. Oh shit, it's that teacher who caught me fighting. I step through the door, which is conveniently wide, easier for my wings to get through.

"Hey, I'm F/L/N Y/N. Uh, I'm from 1B and my quirk is Raven."

"Good. Sit behind Midoriya, Midoriya raise your hand." He said, sounding sleep deprived. A green haired boy raised his hand, and I walked over there. In front of Midoriya, was the jerk. As I walked by, he scoffed and said,

"The fuck's wrong with your face." I ignored him. He didn't deserve my answer. Behind my seat was Momo. Oh good, I get someone nice. Next to me was a guy with a black bird head. He looked me in the eyes and said

"Ah, a fellow creature of darkness." He looked so dramatic as he said it, like he was a stabbed poet. He must have been talking about my wings and I didn't know what to say, so naturally, I said,

"Ok." He seemed satisfied with my answer, and he turned back to Mr Aizawa. Behind him, was the two toned jerkface who wouldn't let me sit with him. He looked at the scars on my face, his face blank, and then looked away. What a weirdo.

"Copy down these notes." Mr. Aizawa said before pulling out a yellow sleeping bag and slumping down. Wait, What?

"Yeah, he does that," says a guy with pointy bangs, "we've gotten used to it by now." I nod in acknowledgement, and look down at my paper. Fuck. Small problem. I can't read. I know my name, and how to write it, but other than that, I never learned. Kei read me the textbooks out loud, and the acceptance letter was verbal. Vlad King read the notes out loud as he said them. Oh my god. I'm in high school and I can't read. This is horrible, people will find out, I'll be kicked out of UA for being stupid. Momo tapped me on the shoulder.

"Are you ok? Is Midoriya's muttering bothering you?"

"What? Oh, no." I hadn't even noticed. As I listened closer, I realized he was saying the notes out loud as he wrote them. As I listened, I pretended to look up at the board and wrote my name over and over as I listened. Perfect.

The lunch bell rung, and the class filed out. The green haired boy, Midoriya, walked towards me, a smile on his freckled face.

"Hi! I'm Midoriya Izuku! How does your quirk work? Does it have to do with those splotches on your skin?"

"Nah, they're burns. My quirk is pretty self explanatory," I said, widening my wings for emphasis. "Oh, and I can do this," I hardened my wings and shot the blades out within seconds. His eyes went wide as they pinned his arm to a wall. A brown haired girl ran to his side.

"Deku are you ok??" She looks like she's worried enough to faint.

"You shouldn't use your quirk so recklessly!" A blue haired guy with glasses started scolding me.

"Chill out, he's fine." I said as I started to walk away. I heard a faint snort from the back, and when I turned my head I saw the blonde bastard staring me down.

"You got a problem?" I said, loudly for everyone to hear.

"Yeah, you better not be thinking you're better than me!"

"Hey man, chill out," a red haired guy grabbed his shoulder and he turned and glared, then shrugged him off a couple seconds later, but he didn't continue his speech to me. He stomped out of the room, backpack slung around one shoulder.

"Sorry about him," the red haired guy said, rubbing his neck,"he can be a little-"

"Bitchy?" I interrupted.

"Um, yeah…"

"Badass." I heard a whisper from the side of the class. When I turned my head, a yellow haired boy winked at me. The green haired boy, Deku, or whatever was gaping at me. He looks like a pushover.

On my way out, after a few other kids, I heard the yellow one talking to a pink girl. I didn't pay attention until I heard my name.

"I bet 5 dollars she'll sit at our table." The yellow one said.

"No way! She'll totally sit with Todoroki! You see those marks?" There must be an invisible person in this class, because there were floating clothes.

"I think she'll sit with Deku, he seems to like her." That pink girl said.

"I hope she sits with us, she's so manly! Though Bakugo doesn't like her…"

"Kirishima, Bakugo doesn't like anybody but himself…"

I ignored them and walked out.

I could feel a couple eyes on me as I walked into the lunchroom.

"Oh." I heard from a couple people in 1A as I sat down with Monoma, Kendo and Tetsutetsu.

"So, how's the famous class 1A. Do you have any dirt on them?"

"I don't know. They seem normal. The teacher sucks though."

"So they're not as good as everybody says?" Kendo looked disappointed in my answer.

"No. Nothing special. " I said.

"So what's the deal with my spot? Do they have a new person yet?"

"Nah, they said they're gonna wait till after the sports festival to see who can earn the spot." The silver haired boy spoke for the first time. "I'm excited to shove it to those 1A bastards."

"What's the sports festival?"

All three stared at me.

"It's a competition between classes of U.A. haven't you seen it on TV before?"

"Um, no," I said, shifting my wings uncomfortably, "I've never had the chance with all my training." Usually I'm a good liar. Strange.

We ate, and the bell rung again, signaling the end of lunch.

"Bye guys, see you later!"

After lunch, it was time for basic hero training.

"I AM HERE!" The large man yelled. It's Allmight. This would be so cool if I actually gave a fuck.

"Everybody suit up and meet me in field A!" He said as he pushed the button that sent the rack that holds the hero suits out of the wall. Everybody in this class has different quirks, so I get to see the new costumes! This is exciting!

After walking out of the locker room, I spot Deku, that girl, and a suit of armor. I walk over to them.

"Holy moly Y/N! You look amazing!" The girl says. I must've misjudged her, she seems nice.

"Thanks! You look great too!"

(Sexy)

"Though not entirely appropriate for a high school…" this came from the armor. Oh, it must be the mean one under there.

(Baggy)

"Though not flashy enough to stand out amongst the others.…" This came from the armor. Oh, it must be the mean one under there.

(Normal)

"Who's your favorite hero?" Deku asks, his eyes shining.

(Sexy)

"Midnight."

(Baggy)

"Hawks"

"Awesome! Did your costume take inspiration from hers/his? Mine is based on my favorite hero Allmight! He's so cool and I want to be just like him!"

"Yeah, it did."

"Ah, I see. Taking inspiration from your favorite hero is admirable. My costume is based off of my personal hero, Ingenium! I misjudged you! Tenya Iida!" He said while bowing.

"Yeah, I also just like wearing stuff like this." That jerk's not going to slutshame/ make anyone feel bad about their style anyone on my watch.

"Hey you! Scarface!" Both me and the boy with the split colored hair turned around.

"NO NOT YOU YOU ICY HOT BASTARD! THE NEW GIRL!"

(Sexy)

I walked over to him. I could see the yellow haired boy staring at my costume with a light blush on his face. The red haired one was quickly looking away to pretend he wasn't staring. I was honestly kind of surprised. It's probably just because there are only a few people with skimpy hero costumes. He's not actually interested. I don't have a curvy body. I'm only a(n) (A,B,C,D) I guess the fishnets and garters did their job. I don't have big hips or thighs. To be honest, I do have long legs. I stand at 5'7'' I'm eye level with Bakugo normally, but in these heels I stand about 5'9"

(Both)

I walk over to Bakugo, who's glaring at me the whole way. Once I reach him, I try to embarrass him as much as possible. If he's gonna call me scarface, I can make fun of him.

(I was thinking boots like these, but they can be whatever you want.)

https://m.ericdress.com/product-11509725.html?currency=USD&gclid=Cj0KCQjwhvf6BRCkARIsAGl1GGjf9TV6-_c2gPz3-hTjYFiEffFIIwLPzQuBk5YSN8KYq1rZnRd6WkMaAqD-EALw_wcB

(Baggy)

"Same pants!" I say, glancing down at his legs.

[Optional:Baggy]

My hero costume was sweatpants, a jacket, and a sports bra. Mind you, it was a full coverage bra, that made sure I was covered and safe. I would have worn something loose, but I couldn't for 3 reasons. 1) I needed to be able to fit my wings through the back and move them easily. 2) I couldn't wear a loose shirt while flying or it would tear off. 3) A loose shirt would be easy to grab during a fight.

I also wore sleeves to cover my arms, and weighted knuckle gloves. (gloves with hard stuff in the knuckles to make a punch hurt more)

(Sexy)

As I got to Bakugo, he said

"You better not be looking down on me bitch!" Which I thought was ironic, because I'm taller than him.

"It'd be hard not to. I'm taller than you." I lean in real close to intimidate him, but he freezes, and then as if shaking off a thought, frowns and yells,

"That's because you're in stripper heels you whore!"

"They aren't stripper heels, they're platform boots. Moron." Redhead stares wide eyed, as if he's expecting a bomb to detonate any second. I suppose in a way, it is.

"WELL HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO KNOW THAT!!! I BET YOU CANT EVEN FIGHT ME!! WEAKLING!! I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!!"

"Do you want some Zoloft or something? I can get you some." I really can, Kei knows a couple dealers, having made a few runs for extra cash. She mostly cuts contact with the shady stuff though.

"NO I DON'T WANT YOUR DRUGS YOU SHADY WHORE! FIGHT ME!!!"

"Hey bro, calm down! Let's make a plan for winning and proving we're the best at UA!" The redhead said, clearly trying to diffuse the situation.

"Stay out of this shitty hair!"

"TIME FOR CLASS TO START!" A booming voice yells. "THIS WILL BE A PARTNER ACTIVITY, SO PAIR UP! REMEMBER TO CHOOSE WISELY, TO BE THE BEST HEROES, ONE MUST WORK WELL WITH OTHERS!" Ha, looks like the Bakugo kid did not like that last part.

"WHY YOU LOOKIN' AT ME?!" He yells at Allmight.

People began to pair up, Uraraka and Deku, Bakugo and Kirishima, etc. The girls were crowding the split one, and the bird boy came over to me.

"Would you like to be my fellow partner of darkness in this activity?"

"Sure," I said.

"There are 30 of these sandbags hidden around the facility as hostages. There are also 20 of Ectoplasm's copies scattered around. They won't always be near the hostages. Once down, a copy will stay down. It is not required to fight any of the clones. Attacking anybody but the clones is prohibited. The team to rescue the most sandbags wins. You have 8 minutes to make a plan with your partner. Starting… now."

“What's your name?” I said. It's probably something emo or edgy af.

“Tokoyami Fumikage.”

“Ok, what does your quirk do?”

“This is dark shadow. He fights.” he said as a black mass with yellow eyes emerges from his back.

"So, you could fight clones while I look for hostages… but then we wouldn't be able to help each other… and my quirk's not very good at fighting."

"If we both go everywhere together we'll rescue less people, separating would be more efficient...but then what if the other finds someone? Maybe someone could

"I think that we should work together. We should set up a base and we can bring the bags there." I said. He nodded.

"Everybody line up! It's time to begin!" We did

"Ready! GO! PLUS ULTRA!" He shouted and we scrambled to the door. Someone jumped in through a window, her tongue hanging out.

Once in, I found myself in a maze. There were 4 hallways to choose from. I ran down the closest one, Tokoyami in close pursuit. I turned a corner to find a wall and a sandbag on the ground. This is easy. With no villains in sight, I pick it up and the door slams shut. A person shimmers into vision, one of the clones, because he's in Ectoplasm’s costume. He pulls out a knife and makes a jab at me. Tokoyami bangs on the door, but it's metal. I can easily move out of the way, because I live on the streets, and there are homeless drunks who will stab you, so Kei taught me how to dodge, grab their wrist, break it, and slam their head into the nearest surface. Unluckily for the clone, that was an iron door. It melts and leaves a button on the ground. I push it, and it opens the door.

We run a bit more, turning and twisting through the cemented labyrinth, until we find a clone. It has a few hostages, a big one and a small one. It must symbolize a kid. This clone just pulls a knife and slits the bigger bag open, the sand pouring onto the floor. I freeze. It grabs the small bag and holds a knife to it. He must not have a quirk because he hasn't used anything yet.

#bnha #shifting

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sapphicgreaser · 4 years

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Not Over You | Ponyboy X Reader

Words: 1,006

Summary: Ponyboy broke up with you years ago but you’d never really gotten over him

Pairing(s): Ponyboy X Reader, Mentions of Ponyboy X Angela Shepard

Loosely inspired by: Malibu 1992 - COIN

A/N: I can’t tell if my writing is actually cringy or if I’m just overly critical of myself. Also I swear I’ll write for other characters other than Ponyboy the ideas I’ve had have just fit Pony best.

Four years, it had been four years since Ponyboy Curtis broke up with you. You two had been dating for six months until his parents died and he couldn’t handle the responsibility of being in a relationship in the aftermath. You didn’t blame him, he did what felt right to him at the time and what was best for his mental health but you always thought he’d come back to you when he was ready. That day never came and he’d moved on to Angela Shepard, a girl you vaguely knew from the hallways at school. She’d wait for him after track practice and walk home with him just like you used to, he’d write her little poems and leave them in her locker like he once did with you, and they’d go to the movies every Sunday just the way you two did. It hurt seeing him with someone else but you knew it was something you’d just have to get over, you were both thirteen when you dated, it was ridiculous to still not be over him at seventeen.

You tried not to think about him but yet here you were, sitting in the secret spot in the park that you two used to go to together. Ponyboy had discovered the spot, it was through a bush and looked out onto a meadow where a rainbow of flowers grew. There were two tree stumps that you and Pony used to sit on while admiring the view. Now you sat on the stump you always say on with nobody occupying the other, you’d bring a sketchbook with you and draw to your heart’s content, just enjoying being there. You’d never seen anybody else there so you were pretty sure nobody else knew of it’s existence which is why you were shocked to hear someone come through the bush one day.

“Hello?” You looked behind your shoulder to see none other than Ponyboy standing behind you, you noticed that it seemed like he had busted his lip but you quickly looked away,

“Oh, hey Y/N. I didn’t expect you to even still remember this place!” He chuckled awkwardly,

“I come here quite often. More than you’d think.” You replied quietly, not looking up from your sketchbook.

“So, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in forever!” He asked, taking a seat on the stump opposite you,

“I’ve been alright, how have you been?”

“I’ve been alright too. I just suddenly remembered this place and decided to come see if it was still here. I’m honestly surprised it is.” He looked out into the meadow and silence hung over you both for a few seconds.

“I wonder who planted those flowers?” He thought aloud, “They’re arranged way too perfectly for it to have been natural.”

“Maybe it was natural, nature can do amazing things.” You still hadn’t looked at him.

“How come you stopped talking to me?” He asked suddenly, “We broke up on good terms.” Your face went red and you finally looked up at him, you didn’t know how to answer him. You sighed and decided the truth was the best answer, at least then maybe you’d finally be able to move on,

“When you broke up with me I thought you’d come back to me when you were ready again. When I realised that wasn’t gonna happen I couldn’t bare just being friends with you anymore.” You confessed, avoiding eye contact again.

“Wow, uhm..” Ponyboy struggled to find the words he wanted to say,

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. You have a girlfriend and I should be over it by now, you probably think I’m a creep.” You stood up to leave but Pony grabbed your wrist,

“No, I- I was just surprised. I thought you didn’t want me back because I broke up with you, if I had’ve known you were waiting for me I would’ve come back to you.” You signalled for you to sit back down so you did,

“Pony of course I would have wanted you back. I understood why you broke up with me and I really did love you. It’s a shame we didn’t talk about all of this earlier then maybe we could’ve given it a second try but you’re with Angela now and you two seem happy, I don’t want to ruin that.”

“Actually, Angela broke up with me about a week ago. She told Curly I broke up with her and well, that’s why my lip’s busted.” He laughed,

“Why’d she break up with you? You two seemed to really like each other.”

“You know Angela Shepard, she just dates one guy until a better one comes along. I knew it wouldn’t last long when I got with her.”

“Then why’d you date her?” You asked, confused,

“I really don’t know. I guess I just wanted to be with someone.” He shrugged.

You both fell silent again but this time it was a comfortable silence. Pony picked a small Daisy from beside him and handed it you,

“Well, what do you say we give this another try?”

“I’d love to!” You took the daisy and tucked it behind his ear and you both laughed together for the first time in four years.

“Come on back to my place, I want to reintroduce you to everyone!” He stood up giddily, taking your hand.

“Well well well, look who it is!” Soda exclaimed as soon as you walked through the door of the Curtis’ house,

“Hey Soda!”

“When did you two start talking again?” Two-Bit asked,

“Literally just now.” Pony explained,

“So you two are friends again?” You and Pony looked at each other and then back at Soda and Two-Bit,

“Actually, we’re back together. So.. more than friends.” Pony laughed.

“Well good for the two of you! Sit down Y/N, we have catching up to do!” Soda seemed excited to see you again. You all talked for the next few hours and you’d never been so happy to have held onto the past.

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #the outsiders imagine #ponyboy x reader #the outsiders fanfic #the outsiders fic #the outsiders fanfiction #ponyboy

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alykazamfanfiction · 5 years

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Songs of a Lost Memory

I wrote this thinking about a possible ending of the series that I would like to see. I apologize that I can't seem to get the "keep reading" link to work out on mobile.

“I’ll never forget you, Marinette.”

“I know, Tikki, and I wish I could say the same.”

“Goodbye.”

“I love you.”

It had been three months since the final battle of the Miracle War. The end of the war, along with the defeat of Hawkmoth and Mayura, brought on a long awaited peace in the city of Paris. But the final victory was not all glory. Emilie Agreste, the long missing mother of Adrien Agreste, and the soul motivation of her husband Gabriel's decent into villainy, was lost forever. The only casualty of absolute power corrupting absolutely.

Much to the surprise of the miraculous holders, Adrien was able to let go finally after gaining the closure about his mother’s disappearance. It had also helped that the heroes who stood and fought beside him were not just his comrades, but once the holders of the miraculous were exposed of their identities, they were also his dearest, closest friends.

The hardest task the heroes had to face now that the war was over, was the arrival of the Supreme Guardians of the miraculous. Who came to Paris to retrieve the lost Miracle Box Master Fu had escaped with 176 years before. Meaning that Marinette, as the acting Guardian of the miraculous, once she returned the Miraculous to the true Guardians, she relinquished all memories she had of Ladybug and the miraculous as well.

Though memories of old friends like Alya, Juleka, and Rose would remain vivid in Marinette’s mind and heart as ever. All the friends she gained after receiving the Ladybug Miraculous were lost in the wake of duties being passed on to the new Guardian.

They would be forgotten like the blurred images of a bad fever dream. And those who were aware of that fate, chose not to break their hearts any further saying their goodbyes to Marinette and going their separate ways as her time as Ladybug drew to a close.

Among those who would drift away from Marinette’s memories were Adrien and Kagami who coped with the loss of their best friend by finding solace in each other’s arms, and soon their hearts.

Luka, on the other hand, had disappeared as swiftly as he seemingly materialized in the cabin of the Liberty all those years ago.

But today was not the day to sulk about the Marinette that was lost. Today was the day to celebrate Paris’ newfound peace. A new day to welcome a new Marinette who, despite forgetting all the wisdom she gained during her years as Ladybug and the Guardian, carried herself with the poise and grace of the wisest of sages. And to reintroduce her to those who missed her presence dearly.

Ivan and Melene, who suggested and planned the celebration, called it Marinette’s ‘clean slate' party with a smile that echoed with a tinge of sadness. Though she remembered her two friends fondly, Marinette had no recollection of her influence on their journey in love.

The party was held at the Liberty, the only place in Paris anyone could think of that was worthy of the fun and music the former miraculous holders were about to unleash in the name of a good time.

And it was everything everyone expected it to be. Great food was displayed on many tables and beautiful decorations adorned the deck of the Liberty, which still had plenty of room for all the dancing that would take place. All that was left to do was to wait for the lady of the hour to finally arrive.

Kim, Max, Alix, Rose, and Juleka leaned on the edge of the Liberty, watching the currents of the water move down the Siene while waiting in silence. Reminiscing of their times in school before the rise of Hawk Moth and Akumas.

“So Max,” Kim asked looking to his smaller friend who happened to wear his best bow tie and suspenders to the event, “is there even a small chance that Mari might remember anything?”

Max sighed and pushed his thick glasses up his nose as he answered. “I’ve done the math several times, and her odds are always the same. 4,786,275,963.72 to 1. Marinette honestly has a better chance of sprouting wings than remembering her time spent as Ladybug.”

The group exhaled a sigh in unison upon hearing the impossibility explained to them, Max included.

Alix turned to Juleka. The violet haired woman stared out at the water. Her head resting on her hand that was propped up with her elbow on the Liberty’s railing. “hey, Jules, is your brother here?”

“Ya.”

Alix looked around the ship's deck and returned her gaze at her quiet friend.

“Um…where?”

“Sulking…”

Alix joined her brooding friend mimicking the same pose on the railing. “it’s not fair, Jules.”

“Life and love never is, Alix.”

Juleka thought of her brother who once had a smile that made her think of the brisk carefree winds of the sea. A smile that had disappeared at the end of the war. She did not know which was worse. Her brother’s loss of the woman he loved, or the realization she returned his affections and confessed her love during the final battle; knowing that the end of the war would bring the end of Paris’s miraculous era, and the loss of his lover’s memory of him. Luka Couffaine assured the former heroes that he was going to be alright and would carry on, but being his sister, Juleka knew her brother and could see him crumbling to pieces inside.

The violet haired beauty was taken out of her thoughts when a soft hand with pink fingernails reached out for her own. She turned to see Rose giving her a smile and a bright blue wink of her big doe eyes.

Rose always knew what to say without uttering a single word. And soon Juleka’s lips turned into a content smile as she gently turned her hand to hold the pixie blonde’s hand in hers.

The silence of the group was broken by Nino running to them as he adjusts the red hat on his head while he spoke.

“Hey guys, Alya just sent me a text. They’re about to approach the dock.”

“Where's Adrien and Kagami?” Rose asked as she took a glance around the Liberty’s deck, “I sure hope they made it. “

“They did,” Nino answered with a smile. “They were gonna meet Alya and Mari at the dock and talk for a minute before heading in.”

Alix interrupts threw conversation with more concern in her voice than she wished to reveal, “don't you think that's a terrible idea?!”

“Chillax dudette, Alya's got it covered. She is my girlfriend after all.”

“Well I hope this party doesn't end before it starts because of this.” Alix harrumphed as she crossed her arms in disapproval.

At the dock, Adrien and Kagami stood before the Liberty. The blonde young model tapping his fingers against his thigh erratically until Kagami placed her slender, sword worn hand on his and laced their fingers together.

“You're nervous,” Kagami spoke, looking ahead with the familiar air of stoicism that Adrien had never seen in anyone else.

“If course I’m nervous," there was a slight quiver in his voice. “Kagami, what if she doesn't like us? What if she does some strange love at first sight thing?”

“Adrien, she could never dislike us. And if she falls for you. We just tell her we're together right away, and she will accept it. We’re just two people making a new friend. And she's about to meet two new friends. History doesn't usually repeat itself.”

Adrien turned to his long time fencing partner and now girlfriend and gently cupped her face in his hand. He still was unsure how he managed to meet such a wonderful and wise person.

“I hope you’re right, Kagami.”

Jade eyes met an amber gaze and, for a moment, there was only the two comrades turned lovers in this world, and time slowed to a standstill around them.

“Heeeeeey! Lovebirds!”

It was Alya walking down the Parisian street toward the dock; hand in hand with a dark haired girl in a light pink sundress embroidered with flowers along the hip. Her hair was loose and draped her petite yet toned shoulders.

It was the princess herself, Marinette DuPain-Cheng.

“C'mon, girl,” Alya was heard saying as she hurried across the last empty street before the dock with their friend. Meeting the couple who were waiting. “I gotta introduce you to some friends of mine.” She held her hand over to Adrien and Kagami drawing Marinette’s smiling face in their direction. “This is Adrien Agreste and his girlfriend Kagami Tsurugi. And guys, this is my friend, Marinette.” The bronze woman turned her hands to her companion's direction.

Marinette smiled joyfully as she waved, “Hi, it's wonderful to meet yo-" she trailed off as she looked into Adrien's eyes and furrowed her brow as she tilted her head in concentration.

“I’m sorry, but have we met before?”

Adrien's blood went cold as he began to stammer his words, “I…uh…umm,” much in the same way Mari used to when they first got to know each other years ago. Before he was able to muster an excuse Kagami chuckled softly into her hand quietly before pointing behind Marinette. Their new friend turned to see a bus stop nearby with an ad for Agreste fashion that had Adrien on display.

With a loud laughter, a hand on her chest and a rosy tint on her cheeks, Marinette felt like a fool for a second. “oh goodness! I should have known you were that Adrien Agreste. How silly of me!”

Before long the four were roaring with laughter only to be interrupted by Nino and the gang calling to them from the Liberty.

“Hey, Adrien, quit keeping the ladies all to yourself and get up here with us!”

“Yeah or we just might start this party without our guest of honor!”

“Yeah!”

The four reunited friends looked up at the Liberty. And Adrien turned to the three women beside him. “well I believe it’s time to head in M'ladies.”

Marinette began to rush on ahead of the group up toward the gag plank, as the guest of honor they referred to was her. She suddenly stopped before turning around and pulled Kagami and Adrien in a loving embrace that took them off guard.

“I’m so glad to meet you both! I hope we can be great friends!”

Adrien and Kagami returned their affection and held their friend tight while saying together “the best.”

A few hours into the party, everyone had celebrated a toast to Paris' freedom from Hawk Moth and the threat of akumas. Afterwards they played games, ate, drank, and were merry as they told stories about the hero’s that helped save the city that Marinette did not remember. She simply assumed she was just too busy to notice.

The party's most anticipated guest was having a wonderful time and thought it was such a kind thing to do for little to no reason. It truly made her feel special and loved, this all meant the world to her. But the young lady could not help but feel that something was undeniably missing. The longer she thought about it, the more she became disgruntled because the only thing that she could picture was a marine teal blue.

“Is something wrong, Marinette?” Melene asked her pondering friend with concern, placing a kind hand on her shoulder.

Marinette sighed and played with her manicured nails.

“For weeks now I have felt that something is missing. So much so that I even dream about it. It’s always the same dream too, I hear a beautiful melody, and I see the most serene eyes looking into my own. Someone says something, but I can never make out the words. I just hoped that maybe I would happen to meet the person with those eyes and finally say hello.”

Marinette looked up at Melene and Ivan who walked up and began to listen. His inner poet compelled to listen to the words of her heart. They looked at her with an aura of sadness about them that the girl wanted to shrug off in embarrassment.

“Eh heh heh, don’t mind me. I’m just talking a bunch of nonsense!” Marinette tried to laugh off the mood she leaked into the room.

“Actually that sounds just like Lu-“ Ivan began before seeing Rose and Juleka waving their arms in a frenzy in the Hope’s he would just stop talking!

Luckily he got the hint.

“Uhh JAGGED STONE! He plays music and says tons of things that make no sense!”

Marinette giggled into her hands as the girls out of her view quietly sighed and wiped their brows in relief. “No, Jagged Stone’s over there talking to Miss Couffaine.” She pointed over to the open stage on the deck where a woman with silver hair in a thick braid talked with an eccentric man with magenta hair and the typical rock star outfit. Jagged spotted her pointing his way and waved before giving them a thumbs up.

“Rockin’ party, kids!”

Marinette waved back before turning around, a sigh escaping her lips. Melene shot a glare at Ivan as he rolled his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. He certainly dodge a bullet.

“You know I think I’m gonna grab a mineral water from inside and sit down. I think the sun might be getting to me.” Marinette pointed to the stairs that led inside the Liberty’s cabins, “I’ll just be a few minutes, really.” And she hurried off to the stairs before her friends could respond.

Once downstairs and in the Liberty’s kitchen, Marinette walked to the pantry and pulled out a can of mineral water and sighed to herself. As she readied the tab to open the can, it slid out of shaking hands as the sound of a guitar’s melody flooded her ears.

Though she had never heard the tune, tears welled up in her light blue eyes. She wiped her spontaneous tears in awe as she focused on the music to pinpoint its location.

It came from the lowest cabin of the ship.

Drawn to the song, Marinette stealthed her way down another short staircase and tiptoed down the hall to avoid anyone from stopping her pursuit, and to reach the source of the music unnoticed.

As the melody grew louder and clearer, Marinette’s heart began to skip a beat more and more until she a reached a wide, open doorway. She peeked in to see a dimly lit bedroom, the only light entering from the small round windows of the ship. On the bed that was pushed against the wall sat a man with blue and black hair with his back turned to the doorway. Playing a melody on his guitar that made Marinette’s heart both swell with love and sink in despair. He poured his everything, his very heart and soul, into every note that sang from each string.

The song reached it’s end and the guitarist slowly wrapped his arms around his instrument, heaving a sigh so heavy and shaken, Marinette could almost hear the tears as they rolled down his face.

“Sass,” he said quietly to the empty room. “I don’t know what to do.”

Unsure of what to say, the words “excuse me" escaped Marinette’s lips in a whisper. She didn’t have curiosity about the name he spoke, she only wanted to understand his music.

“I’m sorry,” the stranger spoke in a voice, deep and tired. “Please, don’t worry, I don’t want-"

“No,” the woman cut him off gently. “Please…why does playing something so beautiful cause you so much pain?” The desire to understand this man she had never met grow stronger with every passing second. It was almost painful in her chest.

“M…Miss…” he began without turning around to face her. Marinette began to wonder if he was avoiding looking at her. But something told her it was not to avoid her seeing his tears. But something deeper. “Do you believe in Second Chance?”

“Of course I do,” Marinette answered as she leaned her back onto the doorway watching this mysterious musician who hid himself away. Why did her heart flutter so around him?

“Not long ago you could say it was my superpower.” He said with a short laugh that was forced in an attempt to lighten the mood. “But anymore, the idea seems impossible.”

“How come?” Marinette asked, desperate to understand the man she just met moments ago. Her body desires to inch closer but remained set in the doorway out of respect.

“It…no longer matters. I lost her.”

“Who?”

He remained silent for seconds that felt like years before he slid black painted fingernails up the guitar neck and began to play once more the melody that lured Marinette down to the cabins; it was a siren song that called to her.

“Her.” He spoke of the song as if it were a third person standing in the room.

Marinette could not help herself but to ask “what happened?”

“She’s gone. And all I have left of her is the song in her heart,” he confessed as he continued to play.

“It sounds like you loved her dearly,” she placed a hand to her chest and closed her eyes, but her heart would not calm down.

“More than anything, and I always will,” for the first time in their conversation, his voice rose in volume slightly and was warm with content.

“What was she like?”

The room remained void of words as the song floated around the walls before he answered her question

“Extraordinary.” He began with love and admiration in his voice. “Clear as a music note; sincere as a melody…”

The words he spoke grabbed Marinette by the heart and shook the deepest core of her being. Her cheeks grew rosy and her eyes widened with understanding. They resonated inside a part of her that felt chained away in a secret place that was now free to escape to the surface. Revealing to her heart a secret she had no clue she hid from herself.

Suddenly she pictured those eyes she had seen every night in her dreams. Those deep ocean blue eyes staring into her own. Before she was aware of her actions, the words that fell from her lips matched the ones she was hearing for the first time.

“She was the music that played inside my (your) head since the day we first met.”

Upon hearing each other utter the same words, the guitar’s song stopped as the man slowly turned to Marinette. His eyes wide as if he was looking at a ghost, partially hidden behind scattered tufts of black and blue hair that gracefully fell down along his face were the soulful ocean blue eyes that taunted Marinette every night for the last three months.

Those eyes were now looking into her soul once again in the waking life and Marinette could not help but gaze back into them. She spoke a single word that shook the man down to the deepest center of his soul.

“Luka…”

“Ma…mamaMarinette!”

In the moment, the invisible shackles that chained the two bodies still suddenly shattered like glass as they raced to each other. The guitar fell with a harmonic thump as Luka hurriedly climbed off the bed and reached out as they collided into each other in the most desperate embrace. The urge to hold each other was so overwhelming with passion it was almost violent.

Determined to make sure the other was real, they pressed their lips onto any skin they found exposed in hard sweet kisses.

Luka showered his love in kisses he had held back since that moment he opened his eyes and she stood before him in the same cabin when they were young.

Marinette held onto him as tight as she could. Unknowingly the same way he held her the day she crumbled under the pressures of her responsibilities and cried into his chest. Though the memories of her time as Ladybug were forever gone and forgotten, the warmth of Luka’s embrace felt so familiar.

And she never wanted this familiar feeling to slip away ever again.

Luka entangled himself tight against Marinette’s body, hoping to weave his body and soul into hers so that they would never part. He thought of the Snake Kwami of Second Chance and pondered if the magical creature had left behind just enough magic for one last miracle, and if Sass had done so, Luka would remain grateful for the rest of his days.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous marinette #marinette dupain cheng #marinette dupen chang #lukanette #luka couffaine #fluff #fanfic

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gamebunny-advance · 4 years

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Kind of A Downer

I think I’ve come to accept that the stuff I make gets attention mostly based on subject rather than the content.

And that’s fine since I cover relatively niche subjects (or niche subjects within popular fandoms), so the folks that like that stuff must be really into it like I am which is cool, but still... I can’t help to be a little... I dunno, disappointed about that I guess? Everything about this situation is my own fault, I’m not blaming anyone for it. It’s just how I’m feeling.

Anyway, sorry to bring y’all down, it’s just something I had on my mind. They’re not finished, but I’m gonna go ahead and post what I’ve done for what I’m calling the “Mahou Smash Project” so far. Right now it feels less like, “What if all the Brawl fighters were magical girls?” and more like “What if all the Brawl fighters wore skirts?”, but I’m working on it.

This is roughly the first sketch I did to flesh out the concept. It’s a little more difficult to think of stuff for the non-human characters without just giving them bows, but I’ll try to think of more ideas. Kirby is actually based on an outfit he had from “Super Kirby Clash” that’s called “Magical Girl”. I like it as a shoutout, but I’d also like to do something more original.

No matter how many times I tried to let Mario keep his cap, I felt like it never really went with the rest of the outfit, so I chucked it. I really liked the idea of giving him head wings to call back to his “wing cap” from 64, but it conflicted with Pit being in his group that already has a wing motif, so in later sketches I scrapped it. (His stars also conflict with Kirby, but there are so many star/space themed fighters on the roster, so I don’t think that part is as noticeable). Otherwise I really fell in love with the initial design and it doesn’t really change that much over my several iterations of him.

Originally Link’s inspo was from “Ojamajo Doremi” since the hats were kinda similar. I tried to incorporate a lot of triangles in the design to represent the triforce, but I’m not sure how I feel about the inner dress yet. I like the shape, but I’m not sure if it suits him. I might wind up giving him shorts later.

I had a really hard time with Pit since his outfit is already kinda magical. The most I could really come up with was to add a few more embellishments and make some accessories less “bulky”.

I think Tabuu is actually the second sketch I did when I thought of the idea. At first I was planning on combining this AU with the human!AU to make designing the non-humans easier, but I decided to challenge myself and just keep everyone as they were. It’s a shame because I think this hair suits his design a bit better than the original, but if there ever is a final version of this project, he’s gonna stay bald. His ability is: Morpho Anguish

Of course I had to try these two at some point. R.O.B. has a royal motif to represent how he ruled over the lesser ROBs, but it’s a little difficult to think of accessories he can realistically wear while keeping most of his original silhouette and get across that he’s a magical girl too.

Unlike other designs where the idea for the costume preceeded the ability, I thought of GW’s ability first and then the costume. His ability allows him to “cook” anything into existence from food to people, but he can only do the “complicated stuff” with his cookbook, which is in Tabuu’s possession.

Another sketch of these two. This is when I realized that Mario’s wings would overlap with Pit’s. Speaking off, it’s not super obvious, but I eventually settled on “ballerina” as a theme for Pit so I could distance him a bit more from his original outfit. Specifically he’s inspired by “Swan Lake”, thus the first iteration of the feather skirt appears.

TBH, Wario isn’t super inspired yet. At first it was just a take on Mario’s outfit, but I think I’d like it come a little closer to his WarioWare design since that’s his default in Smash. The crown and cravat is supposed to represent a “W” though, so that’s something.

The most recent iteration of Pit. I let him keep his bodysuit so he could retain some modesty since I draw the skirts on so short, but I honestly think it clashes with the rest of the design. I’ll have to find a way to incorporate more blue into the design if he’s gonna keep it.

Mario is mostly the same from previous iterations, so Luigi takes a lot from him, just a “little” different. I like the striped socks as a shout-out to the Mario & Luigi games, but I don’t like how he takes some of Mario’s red when Mario doesn’t take Luigi’s green (I tried giving him the green striped-socks, but they didn’t look good). I might take them out if I iterate on him again. Luigi’s ability is: Electric Moons.

Another tough one since her design was already kind of magical. I feel like all I did was shorten her dress and add some bows, but sometimes that’s all you really need to do. Her ability is: Blooming Rosales

Originally she was going to be more “knight” themed and keep her helmet since her power suit reminds me of those medieval suits of armor, but I can’t really draw armor, so I chickened out of it. It’s not super apparent, but her skirt is supposed to be transparent. If I come back for her, I think I’m going to work on making her an actual suit of armor so that there’s more difference between this and her zero suit form. Her ability in this form is: Stellar Cannon.

I feel like this is less “magical girl” and more ”Judy Jetson”. I like it, but I think it should be frilled up a bit more. I wanted to add some more flower detailing to represent the pikmin, but I think it really clashed with the “old-timey astronaut” thing he’s got going on. It’s still on his helmet, but it really sticks out, doesn’t it? His ability is: Plucking Gardens

Last two. I might find a way to reintroduce their hoods, but I love the idea of a hat that’s comically small. The pompoms on their hats and shoes are supposed to invoke cherries since they’re often drawn as a pair, but I don’t think it really comes across that way. Popo’s ablity is: Icy Flurry. Nana’s ability is: Freezing Snowfall. Together their ability is: Twin Blizzard

#text #i like making it #i wouldn't make it if i didn't like drawing it #but knowing that it's what i'm known for #or rather what's expected of me #is a little disheartening #part of it is that my skill level just *isn't* quite where it could be #i don't think my style is really that distinct (partially because I mostly post sketches)#so even if I were to switch things up #I don't think y'all actually like my style enough to stay if my subject matter were to drastically change #i don't blame you guys #i'm just working through some stuff #since starting my meds #i've been able to draw a lot more #even on days when i have work #but i still haven't really finished anything #i think i need to go back to my studies #i'm not improving #because i keep going back to what's comfortable #i think if i could improve my ability to depict values #and light and shadow #i'd be a lot closer to where i want to be #there's a lot i need to work on #but i think those should be my priority at the moment

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bigamcthyst · 4 years

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FLAUNT Magazine sits down w/ Amethyst Pryce!

Amethyst is struggling to hear over a blow dryer. We’re in a small photography studio in at PRYCE Production Studios and the 26-year-old beauty is honing her look before the shoot. Everyone was a little late (traffic), but now the space is humming with garment hangers sliding across clothes racks and paper grocery bags shuffling snacks to their designated areas. Amethyst is seated in a sweatshirt, juggling two stylists preparing her for a shoot, interview questions, and FaceTime calls from a teenage sneaker broker and influencer. Last night she was battling with her event planner trying to iron out details for her upcoming event for the famed PRYCE Productions, and she’s preparing for a huge roll out to reintroduce the company to this generation. But despite this dizzying to-do list, the Bay Area native is relaxed, almost unbothered. It’s just another day in Amethyst’s world. Her brother Akeem Pryce is nearby, keeping her sane by forcing her into rap cyphers with him. This puts a lot into perspective but the question still remains: who is Amethyst Pryce?

Interviewer: For those who don’t know, tell us a little about who you are.

A: I’m the daughter of Allen Pryce, one of the most critically acclaimed producer/directors in the movie and TV industry. My brother, Akeem and I are the heirs to PRYCE Production.

Interviewer: That’s a crazy world to be apart of, dating must be crazy? Do you find it harder to date?

A: Well I think I make it hard, I don’t allow myself to make one person a priority.

Interviewer: Now you said ‘person’, does that mean you aren’t totally hetero?

A: Amethyst smirks, before giving a simple head nod. Women are nice to look at, can you blame me? Don’t get me wrong I love men, but it’s something about loving a woman that just... I can’t explain it.

Interviewer: So in your own words, what do you identify as?

A: I’m bisexual, gender wise I am female and I use she/her.

Interviewer: So earlier you mentioned that you were an heir, let’s expand on that and your role at PRYCE Productions.

A: Sure, I have taken on the role as Producer/Screenwriter. I’ve pretty much been a writer my whole life. I’ve always loved having writing as an outlet especailly with everything I’ve been through. The producer role was introduced to me by my father, who got me the opportunity to intern for Quentin Tarantino.

Interviewer: Wait, THE Quentin Taratino?

A: Yes, Mr. Pulp Fiction himself.

Interviewer: I have to admit, that’s pretty impressive. How did he introduce you guys and did you even know how big of deal that was at the time?

A: The day of my 17th birthday, and it was the summer, July 7th. Cancer gang baby! So I was old enough to know like who he was and what that opportunity would mean for me. I just remember my Dad calling me into his office and there he was. Quentin Tarantino in a tie dye shirt. And the rest was history.

Interviewer: So I’m sure you gained a lot knowledge and experience from both him and your father. Are you afraid of letting them down? That’s a lot of pressure for someone who isn’t even in their 30s yet. Do you have any fears at all?

A: I can’t lie and say I don’t feel any pressure but pressure makes diamonds and I’m already a gem. I think I’m just afraid to not accomplish everything I want to professionally and personally before I die.

Interviewer: So, what are your aspirations:

A: I want to make my first million dollars from a film or TV show that I wrote and produced by myself, no Daddy involved. I got all this old money, I wanna be able to say I got some of it on my own. I want to find love someday and have a big ass family. I really want to have a house in the Philippines as well. A big ass crib.

Interviewer: Most of your goals seem pretty family-oriented, which is surprising because you’re very driven and flashy. Some could mistake you for boujie, especially with your upbringing. What do you have to say about that?

A: I get that assumption a lot. Crazy thing is, I’m only so ‘flashy’ because of my mother. I remember watching her get decked out in the flyest shit to go to galas and movie premieres with my father. She was an amazing host and always had us looking fly whenever she hosted parties. I get my sense of style from her. She was everything. I’m not boujie though, maybe a lil girly but hey.

Interviewer: Some people may be familiar with the tragic loss of your mother, but to some this is all new information so if it’s alright, can you talk a bit about that?

A: My mother was diagnosed with stage 3 brain cancer, the proper term is Glioma. My brother and I didn’t know because she begged my father not to tell us. So we basically went on about life like nothing was wrong. Eventually her condition worsened and she ended up in intensive care in the hospital, soon after that she was gone.

Interviewer: That must have been tough, I couldn’t imagine dealing with something like that. I’m so sorry for your loss.

A: Thank you but I didn’t lose her, I gained an angel. I talk to my mom every chance I get. On days I feel like I can’t get through, I just feel her presence and her love. It’s funny because even in the afterlife, she remains the glue of our family.

Interviewer: That’s a beautiful way to look at it, you have this strength about you that just glows. How are you not married yet?

A: Shit, you tell me honey? If you let my best friend Ashtyn tell it, I’m a grandma and a prude.

Interviewer: Are you really?

A: Hello no, but she thinks I work too much and don’t make enough time to play. And she’s not wrong, but I just feel like if you like me then you should be fightin’ for my attention. Chase me and I’ll love you forvever. A girl likes to feel appreciated.

Interviewer: Well, you heard it here first ladies and gentlemen, if you want a chance with Amethyst you’re gonna have to come correct.

A: Period! Nah but I just want some romance, like 4 page letter, getting caught in the rain kinda romance.

Interviewer: Well since we’re on the topic, what are your likes and dislikes?

A: I like wings and I love sushi. I dislike waiting and I hate repeating myself.

Interviewer: So impatient and greedy? Got it.

A: Oh, wow. I can’t say you’re wrong.

Interviewer: If you had to describe your social media presence, what would you say?

A: My twitter is a bunch of inside jokes and me rambling at 3 A.M. Snapchat was originally just for my close friends but I’ve opened it up for my fans so I can take them through my work days at PRYCE Production studios and just my work days and trips in general. My instagram is my favorite app to use because I get to showcase my style. I love to put looks together. I’m the type of girl to beat my face and get dressed just to go get a snack from the kitchen.

Interviewer: Now take us through your phone, what’s going on there?

A: I have three phones. One is a business phone, for all holllywood friends, contacts and connections. One phone is kinda like a business phone but I use it to stay in contact with staff at PRYCE Production studios. And the last one, of course, is a personal phone for friends, family and a boo thang when I get one.

Interviewer: Okay, I love to end interviews with this question becasuse the answer says a lot more about you than anything else will. What is your music taste like?

A: Oh that’s a hard one. I really love all genres. I can go from Biggie to Mary J. Blige, to Old Dominion, to Elton John, to Queen to Frank Ocean, to Juvenile, to Too Short... It all depends on the mood I’m in or the mindset I need to be in at that moment.

Interviewer: I think that is officially one of my favorite answers. Amethyst, thank you for sitting down with me today. I can’t what to see what you do with PRYCE Productions

A: Thank you, it was a pleasure being here with you, truly. This was fun.

#🄿🅁🅈🄲🄴 — tasks.

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