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fettuccin-e · 6 months

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So Good

Kinktober Day 17: Praise Kink

Tags: Miguel O'Hara x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv, fingering (r!recieving), praise kink of course, Miguel has a filthy fucking mouth, shy!reader, miguel going feral because of course he does (w/c: 1.2K)

A/N: Back on my Miguel bullshit for my Kinktober catch-up of course. I cannot help it when he is so big and broad and sexy okay??? Anyway enjoy him goin' feral for his girl for 1k words hehehe (For the month, I have been following this list from flightlessangelwings!)

He first noticed it after a mission, and cursed himself for never seeing it before.

It had been innocent, tugging you close to his side as you both walked through the portal back to HQ, whispering a “you did good out there,” into your ear. Innocent enough.

But you had practically squeaked, your eyes looking anywhere but him, nearly pulling out of his grasp. Miguel saw how your thighs clenched together at the compliment, and it takes everything in him not to take you in the hallway right then, bury his face between them.

He doesn’t. He opts for filing it away in his mind, saving the information for later, somehow knowing that it would be important.

You both hadn’t been together for very long then, still in the trial stage of this new beautiful thing between you both. He was still hesitant to kiss you then, you had still been hesitating to go to his apartment with him.

But Miguel watches, waits, and of course, gathers more information. Starts complimenting you more on missions, in the office. Tells you what good work you’ve done, how you look so pretty in the new dress he bought you. It makes you fluster nearly immediately, your gaze pinned to the floor as you smile shyly, and fuck, those gorgeous, gorgeous thighs clench together every time. Taunting him.

Finally, after months of watching, waiting, he gives in.

He’s got you spread out beneath him, practically sobbing as he fucks you deep on his thick fingers. You loosen up so easily for him, desperate for it, your slick fucking dripping around his hand. Finally, after so long waiting to tell you exactly what goes on in his mind when he has you like this, he lets himself speak aloud.

“So good, hermosa, taking me so well,” he murmurs, and watches as your eyes fly open, a strangled moan flying from your lips. He can’t help the smile that plays at his lips. “You like that baby? Like hearing how good you are, how perfect you sound when I’m playing with this gorgeous pussy?” He can fucking feel the way your cunt clenches around his fingers with his words.

“Fuck, oh my God, Miguel-” you gasp, but you can’t seem to help yourself as you grind your hips towards Miguel’s hand. He adds another finger, stretching you wide to take his cock. “You- you can’t just-”

Miguel growls, leaning forward to nip at your jaw with fanged teeth. “Oh baby, of course I can. I can tell you how fucking good this pussy feels around my fingers, how it’s going to feel even better around my cock. This little cunt gets so wet for me, doesn’t she?” You whine wordlessly, and Miguel grinds the calloused pads of his fingers into that sweet spot that makes you fucking scream for him. “Answer me,” he snarls.

“Yes! Yes, ‘m so fucking wet, need you to fuck me so bad, Miguel,” you cry, humping your hips desperately into his hand, chasing your orgasm.

“Come on, sweetheart, soak my fucking hand,” he says, deep and dark, his eyes trained on the way your entrance leaks around his fingers. He reaches a thumb up to rub hard circles into your clit, and chuckles darkly when you let out a shaky moan with your orgasm, clenching around his thick fingers and somehow getting even wetter.

“So fucking pretty when you cum for me,” he mumbles, and your eyelids flutter shut, trying to breathe through the aftershocks.

Miguel pulls his hand out of your gaping entrance, bringing his hand to his mouth and sucking your slick off his fingers. “Tastes so good, baby,” he murmurs, and you whine softly under your breath, completely at a loss for words.

Leaning down, he licks into your mouth, giving you a taste of yourself as he notches the thick, leaking head of his cock to your entrance, pushing in, in, in.

Like every time you take him, it’s so much, and you gasp into his mouth as his cock reaches so deep inside, spreading you wide enough that you fear you’ll break.

“I know, amorcita, I know, it’s so much, isn’t it?” he whispers against your lips as he pushes in to the hilt. "You’re taking it so well for me though, baby, so fucking good for me.”

He can’t help the groan that wrenches its way out of his throat when you clench around him like a vice, moaning high in the back of your throat. His hips move of their own accord, pulling slowly out of you before he shoves himself back in, and it feels like he reaches even deeper.

“God, Miguel-” you moan, “it feels so good, you feel so big.” And Miguel’s vision blurs at the edges, his eyes tingeing red at your words.

He loses himself to it, the way your cunt squeezes him every time he pushes inside, hot and tight and fucking maddening. You claw at his shoulders every time he presses deep, grinding the tip of his cock into your cunt while overwhelming pleasure sparks up your spine.

He wraps his strong arms around the small of your back, tugging you up into a nearly impossible arch as he fucks into you like a goddamn animal, your head pressed back into the pillows. “So fucking perfect,” he snarls, and God, he’s not even talking to you anymore. His eyes are unfocused, wild, unable to focus on your face or the sight of your swollen pussy as you take him over and over and over. But he doesn’t stop talking.

“Fucking perfect, beautiful girl, taking my cock so goddamn well. My fucking girl, so good to me with her perfect pussy, feels so good, Dios, necesito este cuerpo constantemente, mi nena, mierda-”

Your head swims, blood pounding in your ears as he takes and takes and takes. You feel tears fall down your cheeks, choked moans forcing their way from your lungs.

Your orgasm rips through you without warning, without buildup, your body just locking up and electrified like a livewire as you soak his cock, his thighs.

“Good girl,” he rasps. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

“Shit- Miguel-” you keen, but he only shushes you, nearly hissing through his fangs, as he pushes as deep as he can into your body, pumping you full as his cock pulses inside of you. It’s fucking everything, pure bliss, and you both tremble through it together. He lowers your hips slowly back down to the bed, keeping himself buried deep inside while you quake through the aftershocks.

Time passes, but you can’t tell how fast it does. Only that you try to match your breathing together, Miguel wiping the tears off your cheeks. “Fucking perfect,” he whispers, but you’re too fucked out to respond.

He pulls out slowly, rolling you to your side, and plastering himself to your back. You can hear the way he breathes you in, and you settle into his warm body.

“Got a thing for compliments, baby?” he murmurs into your hair.

“You ass, I was trying to be subtle about that,” you admonish, but you can’t help the way you smile.

“Can’t hide anything from me, sweetheart,” he chuckles, his chest rumbling against your back. You tilt your head to the side, and Miguel leans to meet you in a kiss.

“I’ve still got my secrets, O’Hara,” you mutter against his lips, and Miguel grins.

“If you say so, baby.”

#oh miguel with your tortured soul and big dick #let me fix you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara smut #miguel ohara x reader #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 smut #across the spiderverse fic #across the spiderverse smut

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eviesaurusrex · 9 months

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ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ | ʜ. ꜱᴛʏʟᴇꜱ

GIFs not mine!

Harry Styles x Wife!Reader

summary: Harry’s final show is over, and now the aftermath is hitting.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: crying, mentions of pregnancy (I couldn’t help it, sorry 👉🏻👈🏻), and dad-to-be!Harry, fluff, soft!reader, soft!Harry, more crying, just fluffness, not entirely proofread

author’s note: I only could watch parts of the livestream and saw videos on Twitter, and because I was so emotional over this, I had to write something. This is my first time writing in a while, so please bear with me, thaaaaanks

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YN would have to lie if she told anybody her eyes were entirely dry over the course of his final show. No one would believe her anyway because the internet was full of evidence that she certainly had been crying—she had been a never-ending waterfall from the minute the intro had started, and Harry arrived on stage.

Maybe her hormones were already more chaotic and over the top than she had anticipated.

But seeing him falling to his knees, overwhelmed by all the emotions crashing down on him, seeing his loyal fans in numbers of thousands gathered to celebrate him and his last night on tour, also took her in. A moment after, she had found herself in the embraces of Anne and Gemma, all three women watching the man they loved so deeply and dearly doing what he loved the most while the venue cheered for him. It was an otherworldly moment, YN was sure of it. Her heart ached in astonishing proudness, in overwhelming love and devotion, but also in sympathy because the woman already knew how hard this was for Harry. He just loved his work just as much as he loved her. But she would be ready to catch him from falling and build him up again if he needed it.

Apparently, Harry’s goal tonight was to make this even more emotional than it already was, to ingrain it in her memory for all the years ahead of them, as he stood again and slowly, still in awe, walked back to the microphone stand, the Love Band in his back. YN only could wipe away the last fallen tears, her head resting against Anne’s shoulder, feeling Gemma’s head resting on hers, before Harry’s next words let new salty oceans well up in her already red eyes.

“This-this tour was the biggest adventure so far in my life, and-and I will be forever grateful for the experiences I was fortunate enough to have, thanks to all of you. I will never forget that. Never. But now—“ His still watery eyes searched through the crowds until he seemingly found her, a knowing smile stretching over his lips. “Now, I’ll aboard the grandest adventure of a lifetime, feeling prepared enough not to make a fool out of myself, for not letting this gorgeous, gorgeous woman—“ He pointed in her direction, and the fans screamed as some of them seemed to realize what he was telling them. “—down and disappoint her. You helped me to grow over the past two years, and becoming a dad isn’t so frightening anymore.” Now, everyone caught up to it, the venue boomed and buzzed with excitement, and YN couldn’t hold back the pent-up tears and the smile appearing on her face.

This really was a final show to behold.

“Thank you to all of you. I might be gone for a while, but I’ll come back with something magical. I promise. Stay true, stay wild, stay kind. Remember everything will be alright.”

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It took almost two hours until YN saw Harry rounding the corner and walking toward her in their hotel room. She had already gotten ready for the night, had ordered dinner for them, and got the place as cozy as possible. They wouldn’t stay long here before finally heading to Harry’s Italian sanctuary, reveling in the endless amounts of free and uninterrupted time together, distressing from this incredible tour, and preparing everything for the new addition to their small family.

“Hey,” she whispered as Harry wordlessly sank to his knees in front of the bed, kneeling between her legs and resting his head against her chest. YN could hear him humming in contentment as her fingers started to card through his still-damp hair, not caring for the sweat clinging to him. “You were incredible. I am so, so proud.” She continued to whisper praise after praise, interrupted only by soft kisses to the top of Harry’s head until she felt his shoulders shake under her loving hands and the quiet sobs pressed out against her top. “Oh, baby…” Tightly, they held onto one another, feeling each other as closely as possible while he drenched her shirt in much-needed tears and never let go of her.

YN didn’t care a millisecond for her clothes and let him cry until the only sounds inside the hotel room were his heavy, shaky breaths and her soothing voice, whispering sweet nothings into his soft curls, against his forehead, his temple. She felt his strong hands on her back, his long fingers burying into the soft fabric of her shirt, which had been once his a long time ago. Not able to stop, YN continued to press kisses to every spot she could reach and gently guided him through the emotional turmoil of the aftermath as best as she could.

After some time, Harry inhaled deeply before a long, deep sigh released it again, his body now unmoving resting against hers, slowly relaxing in her embrace. In one moment, he was like warmed clay under her hands, molding perfectly against her, and in the next, his hands had wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her wordlessly into the adjacent bathroom, gently placing her on the bench next to the shower. YN knew he needed her close, even though he stepped under the warm water stream alone at first. Without so much as a second thought, she discarded the clothes, ignored the fact that she had already showered earlier, and stepped right behind him into the glass cabin.

Hands softly, lovingly, glided over his hips before arms wrapped themselves around it, a face pressed against his back, fingers slowly tracing every single dark inked line on warm skin. Featherlike kisses flew over his back, and she could hear him sigh again, still not saying a word, still contemplating the last hours. Another heavy, shaky inhale was the sign of the next set of tears, and now, he turned in her arms and buried his face in the crook of her neck, pulling her as closely as possible to hold onto something in the sea of overwhelming emotions.

“It’s okay, love. Let it out. I’m here,” YN could only mumble against his shoulder, feeling somewhat helpless and on the verge of crying herself while the hormones started to run havoc inside her once again. But she never had liked seeing him upset or even crying, to begin with, too empathetic not to be fazed by it. Most times, she had cried alongside him until they laughed under tears which had always changed the mood to something brighter. But now, YN felt it wasn’t her place to cry along, so she bottled it up, forcing the traitorous tears down and let her hand find his cheek to gently caress it with the pad of her thumb.

Harry mumbled something inaudible against her neck, grabbing her tighter than before. “Hm? What was that?” YN asked quietly, her words almost drowned by the still-running shower. “Don’t think I’m mourning this tour more than I want to spend time with you,” he repeated himself and pulled his head back to let their foreheads meet again. “My career isn’t more important than you. Or the family we’re starting.” Blinking stunned, YN softly furrowed her brows, slowly shaking her head. “I’d never think that,” she finally whispered, not sure where this came from all of a sudden. Her thumbs wiped away the remaining tears. “There wasn’t a single moment in the past eight years where I felt like a second choice. I never thought you prioritized your career over me. So… Never think that. Okay? We know we’re loved without measure, beyond compare, H.”

At that, Harry started to smile, eyes still watery, and placed one of his hands over the place where his second true love was safely growing. “Thank you, sunflower.” It was only a whisper, voice filled with wonder, as he looked down at the woman who had decided he was worthy enough for her love all those years ago and who had grown alongside him. And now she gifted him the most precious thing he could ever ask for: fatherhood with the woman he loved more than anything else at his side.

YN smiled up at him and let Harry kiss her softly. “Nothing to thank me for, love. It’s my job. I’ll always be here to catch you, just as I have always done.“ Mumbling against his lips, she couldn’t let go of him, but soon, she was wrapped in a fluffy towel, and Harry lovingly dried her hair, always watching her through the mirror above the sink with a loving expression. She watched him just as closely, seeing that one familiar spark of inspiration lighting up in his mesmerizing eyes, but he contained himself. YN couldn’t have any of that. “You can go and do your magic, y’know? Dinner should be here soon, and the little bean and I can entertain ourselves.” But she should’ve known better and allowed Harry to pull her back against his chest. “The music can wait. I need this. Need you. Time with you. Wanna talk about anything and everything. Want to talk to the little bean. I want to have dinner with my wife on the balcony. I want to sleep in with her tomorrow before we head out to the villa.”

Sometimes, YN couldn’t comprehend her luck, couldn’t comprehend how it was possible for someone to love another human so deeply. It was like a miracle.

Grinning, she let both brows wander up in question. “Have you ever thought about telling your fans that the Harry Styles is not only becoming a dad but is also a married man?” A chuckle escaped them at that, and she still wondered how they had been so successful in keeping secrets from the world. “Maybe after coming back,” he continued to chuckle as he bent down and kissed her right shoulder, his thumbs now sweeping over her skin like soft feathers.

The moment of contentedly looking at one another through the slightly fogged-up mirror was over as the sound of knuckles against the wooden hotel room door echoed through their rooms. Harry bent down once again, his index finger resting under her chin and turning her face to capture her lips in another kiss. He just couldn’t get enough of her. “I’ll set up dinner, and you’ll get cozy again, sunflower.”

And with that, he ventured out of the bathroom, leaving a smiling YN behind.

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nonegenderleftpain · 2 years

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To all the new, young MCR fans out there who are just finding them during this tour - you will never know what it was like to be a fan back before and during the hiatus.

And that's a good thing.

I have been following My Chemical Romance since I was ten years old. MCR was the band that the freaks liked. The band that young queer kids were called fags and dykes for liking. Someone once called them the "poster child for suicidal depression," and they aren't wrong. We watched the band struggle with drugs and drinking and idolized how much they were able to do while blackout on tour, because if they could do something so powerful at such a disadvantage, then maybe we could, too. We watched the popularization of "guyliner," because having a term for men wearing makeup could make it an ironic fashion statement instead of a deliberate choice that would get you left bloody and unconscious on the floor of a gas station bathroom. We watched these guys destroy themselves, and we saw ourselves in them because we were destroyed, too. We wanted to believe that we could be just as important, no matter how broken we were, and we found shared experiences at concerts and cafeterias and skate parks and libraries, with other fucked up kids that wanted to listen to the guys that didn't care if people called them gay. The guys that made out on stage to the jeers of thousands of people and got bottles of piss thrown at them but kept doing it anyway. The guys that played with gender and sexuality and everything on the fringes of acceptability, in their lyrics and their performance and the way they treated each other.

This was important. It was life-saving. It provided a comparatively safe space in an unsafe cultural environment for the freaks to find comfort in. It was also hugely and dangerously unhealthy.

I've talked at length to my friends about how healing and lifechanging this tour has been for me, and I want to illuminate that for these young fans that are falling in love with MCR like I did when I was their age. When we were kids, most of our heroes were already dead. They died young, had tragic lives, and we saw ourselves in them. I fully believed MCR would end up the same way. It would have been so easy to be martyrs - to die young and beautiful. Gerard said it himself, back in the day, that MCR was destined to die young in a car crash and stay beautiful forever, and I think he truly believed that.

So they broke up. And, like a miracle, things started to change. They got clean. Got married. Had kids. Not just Gee, but the lot of them. They aged out of the 27 club, and then out of their 30s, and they only seemed to continue to thrive. Today, in 2022, Gerard Way is 45 years old. He has wrinkles. He has a daughter who is older now than I was when she was born. And they are touring again.

The cultural change from when I was a teenager to now, when you guys are, is monumental. It's insane. It's fantastic. Back in the day, Gerard made some occasional comments about playing with gender presentation (that all us trans people, including those of us that didn't even know yet, hunted down and cherished and kept in our chests for safekeeping), but the idea of doing something so flagrant as headlining Riot Fest in a dress was ludicrous. It would have gotten him booed (still did, even now). It could have gotten him killed. The fact that Gerard Way has stepped on stage three separate times this tour in a dress (so far! it's not over!) is such an incredible, monumental change from when I was a kid and I am so, so happy for you to be experiencing it as kids.

I had a cry about this at a P!ATD concert in 2018, after seeing preteens running down the halls in pride flags, and I feel even more strongly about it now than I did then. That you're able to talk openly about Gerard's gender performance without fear, that you're able to hear them go by he/they pronouns, that you're able to interact with other young fans in the wake of MCR's revival in a safe environment and take in the messages that are at the core of what they stand for? These are beautiful fucking things.

You can't know what it was like, growing up with MCR back in the day. But you get to know what it's like to grow up with them now. Cherish that. In Detroit, Gerard told us to take our meds, and reminded us that we made it. They made it. They fought through the hard parts, fought the demons, and came out the other side better for it. As you watch them put those demons to rest from concert to concert, know that there are older fans cheering you on, so fucking happy to see you sharing this experience with us, and so excited to see what way this changes you. We know it changed us.

#my chemical romance #mcr #mcr 2022 #my chem #gerard way #gender stuff #music stuff #mcr are my heroes and i dont use that word lightly #this tour has only further cemented my deep respect for them as performers and as people #seeing them so full of joy and life is so novel and i dont think it will ever feel like anything short of a miracle

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tomkaulitzssgirl · 8 months

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i need to get fucked by tom when he realizes how turned on i get from him humping his guitar 💀

live every second | Tom Kaulitz

you stood behind the scenes, your arms folded against your chest as you smiled brightly watching tom run around the stage and jump.

he kept inciting the fans to scream as a grin spread across his face. they were all rocking it.

the show had been amazing, everything was impeccable, and the crowd was CRAZY. i had never seen such a turned up crowd.

they were singing “live every second” now and of course, the fans knew every word. i found myself singing too as i danced with my best friend, jessica, she was gustav’s girl.

finally, the part that i think everyone was waiting for arrived. tom and georg stopped playing as gustav’s drums accompanied bill’s singing as he said “live every second”.

your heart began to beat faster knowing what tom was about to do.

“he’s doing it. he’s doing it.” you repeated to jessica as she laughed, grabbing you arm.

tom took his guitar and as usual, he began humping it, his hips going back and forth. the crowd screamed even louder than before and you just wanted to join them, even though he was your boyfriend.

“oh girl, that’s what he will do to you tonight.” your friend said while she kept giggling at your expression.

your jaw was literally about to touch the ground. why did this turn you on so much? you saw him do it at every show but it never failed to make you want him right there.

it didn’t help that tom turned to look at you and winked with a smirk on his stupid but handsome face.

you shook your head at him while pressing your lips together. he knew what he had done.

right after the song ended, the band took a break. they came behind the stage, trying to get some fresh drinks.

tom walked towards you, kissing you as soon as he got closer, his hands on your waist, stroking the skin with his thumbs. he found his way to your core, rubbing over my panties and you gasped, looking around to see if anyone was watching.

“tom, you’re crazy.” you stopped his hand movement and intertwined your fingers together.

“i saw how you looked at me.” he whispered with a cocky smirk on his face, “we’re not done. just wait until we’re over, i’m gonna make you cry.”

was all he said before going back on stage. you stood there, speechless.

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“what a good fucking show!” bill exclaimed as they all came back. the concert had finished and they were all sweaty and tired, but happy.

all the staff and of course you and jessica clapped your hands and hyped them up.

tom took a bottle of water and drank it fully. you watched as his adam’s apple went up and down.

“i messed up a bit.” he said right after he finished the bottle, throwing it away.

you could see he wasn’t that satisfied with himself and it made your heart ache. “what? you were amazing.”

“yes tom, you know i would make fun of you if you messed up.” bill said laughing.

you went up to him ready to hug him but he stepped back, “baby, i’m all sweaty. i look fucking disgusting.”

you rolled your eyes and hugged him anyway, resting your face against his chest, not caring of what he was saying. he wrapped his arms around you.

“why don’t we finish what we started earlier?” he whispered in your ear. you looked up at him with a sly smile and nodded.

“guys, we’re going to sleep a bit.” tom said taking your hand in his.

“yeah…sleep.” jessica held back a laugh while side eyeing you two.

he took you to his changing room, slamming the door behind him before pushing you against it making you yelp.

his lips kissed yours hungrily, his hands traveled roughly across your body, removing quickly your top, leaving only in your bra. he squeezed your breasts as he watched them in his hands, biting his lower lip.

“fuck. so hot.” he continued to squeeze them and massaging them gently, making you let out small moans. your hands went inside his big shirt, he understood you wanted it off and he quickly threw it away.

you observed his toned chest, stroking it and feeling his muscles beneath your hands meanwhile he took off your jeans.

his big hands cupped your ass and he kissed your neck, leaving marks on your skin.

“p-please tom.” you just wanted him, feel him inside you.

“what? use your words.” he teased as he took off his belt and baggy jeans, remaining in his underwear that clearly showed how hard he was.

“i want you in me.” you took your time, stroking every part of his upper chest and arms, giving attention to his biceps, abs, back muscles, everything.

tom revealed his length, taking it in his hand and stroking it a bit. “take off your panties.”

you did as he said, showing him your most private part. you always got shy as if it was the first time.

his hands went under your thighs, picking you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. he could feel the heat coming from you against his skin.

his teased you sliding up and down his tip, making you squirm against him. “c’mon tom! please just fuck me.”

“was it so hard to say?” he smirked and put him himself inside you quickly, making you arch your back against the door.

“shit! you always feel so good around me.” tom groaned beginning to plump in and out of you.

“mmh, i’m so wet for you daddy.” you moaned kissing his neck, making him hiss when you found his spot right beneath his ear.

“fuck fuck fuck. i know you are. shit keep doing it.” his pace became fast as his fingers were deep inside your skin.

you continued leaving wet kisses on his neck, loving hearing him groan in pleasure. you moaned on his skin when he hit your sensitive spot.

“mmh, you were wet even before. you’re such a slut for me even seeing me with my guitar turns you on.” his hand wrapped around your neck, plying with your ability to breath.

“you know i-i am, just for you daddy.” you loved making him feel like the only man in the world, because he was at least for you.

“i know baby, you belong to me, say it.” you could hear the door creaking and slamming as he kept pushing you against it with his pace.

“i-i’m yours! oh my god!” you almost screamed, tears forming in your eyes for the pleasure you were feeling and he had to cup your mouth so that no one heard you.

“shh. look how deep i am inside you.” he watched as his dico went in and out of you, seeing a little bump in your lower belly. he pressed on it, making you roll your eyes back and moan against his palm.

he kept pushing, rotating his hips causing more friction before starting with his previous pace.

you clenched around him as your nails scratched his back, letting him know you were so close and you felt him twitch inside you. you were both ready.

“fuck! i’m coming inside you!” tom groaned and you nodded frantically, not being able to say something coherent.

you came before him, pushing your hips forward against him as your mouth hanged open, only moans coming out of it.

his juices coaxed your walls and he kept pushing, riding out his high.

“fuck-king. slut.” he said with the last pushes before stopping, his head falling between your neck.

he let you down, your arms still wrapped around his neck for balance because of your trembling legs.

neither of you said anything, you just tried to catch your breath as you guys gave each other small pecks.

“i love you.” tom said after awhile, placing a lock of your hair behind your ear.

“i love you too.”

little did you guys know that everyone else heard you.

#tokio hotel #tokiohotel #tom kaulitz #writing #fandom #fanfic #masterlist #tom kaulitz fanfic #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz imagines

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bethelighthalazia · 1 month

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Dancing Forever

Summary: When your boyfriend doesn't take enough care of himself, the inevitable happens at the end of one of ATEEZ’s concerts.

Pairing: bf!Yunho x fem!reader

Word Count: 983

Warnings: angst, injury, blood

[ AN: Since some people asked, here is part two to "Last Dance". It´s not very long, but I hope you guys like it anyway <3 RE-UPLOAD FROM MY OLD ACCOUT @justsomedreaming tagging @mingis-mizu, @vic0921 since they asked :3]

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Seonghwa´s arms tightly around you, you can´t hold back a sob, tears wetting his skin, since he's still in his stage outfit. “Shh, it's okay, he'll be fine, Y/nnie.” He whispered, not able to ban the tremble from his own voice. His hands gently caressing your back, he looked around to make sure that the security staff emptied the hall quickly. You two had been standing there for almost an hour before he slowly started walking to the backstage area, pulling you with him. When you reached the room where they gathered before the show, you froze in the doorway, eyes puffy from the crying. “Y/nnie, we-” Honjoong starts, but Mingi already crossed the room to pull you into his arms to calm you down just a bit at least.

“He's okay. Take a breath, Y/nnie, for Yunho, yes?” Mingis voice was quiet, a tremble in it tells you that he's scared too, but he also sounds somewhat optimistic. “Our doctor here has checked on him, it's not as bad as it looked like.” He hummed, his hand resting on the back of your head while he looked at the others, silently asking if they should let you see Yunho or wait a bit. When the others nodded, Mingi leaned back a little, taking your face in his hands and smiled at you. “Look at me,” He waited for you to look into his eyes and then a small smile spread on his lips, you´re not sure if he tried to convince you or himself though. “He's okay, he's just sleeping for now. It looks bad, but I promise you, Yunho is okay.”

Nodding slowly, Mingi then led you over to the sofa where they had laid Yunho down to rest. He looked rather pale, but you saw his chest moving, his head had a bandage wrapped around, covering the spot where his head hit the stage, dried blood on his outfit. “Y- yuyu…I- I'm sorry, I- I should have noticed-” You whispered when you dropped to your knees next to the sofa, carefully brushing some hair out of his face, your voice hoarse from the crying. Yunho shifted when he heard your voice, his lips parting slightly, but you didn't notice it at first, because you had laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “I should- I should have made you sleep and eat…then this would- wouldn't have hap-” “Jagiya…please-” Yunho's weak voice interrupted your little ramble, his fingers caressing your head caused you to look up at his face.

“Jagi…’ts not your fault,” he hummed, voice slightly slurred, but he would never let you beat yourself up over something that's his fault, and his alone. “Didn't want…to disappoint you or he boys…” You could hear the others shift behind you at his words, ready to tell him that they would never be disappointed in him, but with a little wave of your hand you stopped them. “Yuyu…why didn't you talk to us?” At your question, he sighed quietly, frowning. “I- I thought you were mad at me or something because…it seemed like you avoided me, Yuyu…” “I was mad at myself, jagi. For messing up my lines and- and taking so much time to practice and everything…I was mad at myself that I didn't spend as much time with you anymore.” Yunho mumbled quietly, a little scoff behind you let both of you look up and frown.

It had been Mingi, his fingers massaging the bridge of his nose. “Yunho, if you wouldn't lay there right now, I'd really kick your behind.” He said, shaking his head with an exhausted expression. “We all thought you and Y/nnie had a fight or something, because you'd spend more time at the company than with her. It was bad enough for us to think you'd blow off the pro-” “The promise you made us to ask y/nnie to come on the next tour with us!” Wooyoung interrupted Mingi quickly, the taller one's eyes widened when he clears his throat. Now it was Yunho who scoffed with a little sigh, he knew exactly what Mingi was talking about. While you were looking at his friends, Yunho carefully reached into his outfit's pocket and pulled out a little velvety box that he had hidden in there the whole concert.

“Well- I uhm-” he started, swallowing hard as he tried to sit up, but you quickly turned to make him lay down again, you wouldn't want to rush him get hurt even more. “Jagi, I-” Another sigh, he seemed nervous for some reason, but before you could say something, he continued to speak. “I actually…wanted to do this on stage after the concert today…Hongjoong hyung had helped me to plan this, but- uhm, well- I…Y/n, d- would you- I-” Yunho stammered, stumbling over the words that were basically just spilling from his lips. For a moment, you thought the injury on his head might be the reason, so you already wanted to get water or the doctor again, but Yunho gently took your hand in his.

“Jagiya…would- would you do this dance of life with me together forever? A- as my wife?”

This question had you stunned. Yes, you and Yunho were in this relationship for almost two years now, but you never thought about marriage before. Especially the last weeks, you secretly feared he would break up, so you absolutely did not expect this. Then his rambling before, he wanted to ask you on stage? Propose to you publicly in front of thousands of fans and cameras? You only realized that you probably took too long to think, because behind you, seven throats were cleared to pull you out of your thoughts, making you look at Yunho. Your precious boyfriend, who's looking at you with his wonderful dark puppy eyes.

“I- Yes, Yunho. I would love that.”

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psychictheater · 7 months

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Baby (Punkflower)

(Miles is entrusted with taking care of Billie for a whole weekend. Not being acclimated with babies, Miles has trouble until his angel in disguise shows up through his bedroom window )

First of all, in his expert opinion, his parents were too damn old to be having another baby, especially when Miles was 18 years older than said baby.

But, his parents were happy so he put on a happy face and rolled with it, helping his mom throughout her pregnancy, helping his dad put together baby furniture and that was alright. Until the baby actually got here.

He loved Billie, how could he not ? She was his little sister and even though he had to get used to her being around the house, it’s not like he disliked her, it was just an adjustment getting used to not being the only child anymore after 18 years.

When he was at home from school, he saw how exhausted his parents were looking after Billie. They were in their forties, caring for a baby for the first time in eighteen years, of course they were exhausted and they desperately needed a break.

So, for their anniversary, Miles reluctantly volunteered to babysit Billie while his parents went away for the weekend.

His mom was, understandably, hesitant and so was Miles, since Miles was only used to watching Billie for a few hours, not a whole weekend, but he assured them that everything was going to be fine anyways.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay Miles ?” Rio had asked. “We don’t have to go, or we could take Billie with us-“

“It’s your anniversary and you need a break, we’ll be fine, besides, she’s like what, five months old now ? I read that’s one of the easier stages.” Miles assured.

“Well here’s the phone number for the hotel, call us if you can’t handle something and we’ll rush back.” Rio had said, giving him a piece a paper.

“We’ll be fine ! Now go on and enjoy your anniversary !”

And now he was here.

Billie hadn’t stopped crying for hours. It was now two in the morning and she had been crying since ten and Miles was losing his damn mind. Part of him wanted to call his parents but he knew they needed this break and he didn’t want them to come rushing back. He gently rocked Billie, even though she fussed and cried. Loudly.

“What is wrong with you ?” Miles asked. “I fed you, I changed you, why are you crying ?”

Just as he was about to give up and call his parents, he heard a faint tapping at the window. He looked over to see none other but his boyfriend, Hobie Brown on the other side, holding a bag and waving before opening the window from the other side and letting himself in, only to flinch when he heard the ear piercing crying.

“Gwendy said your parents were gone for the weekend so I decided to crash but I didn’t know you had the baby with you.” Hobie said, crawling through the window. “She’s cryin’ up a storm, what’d you do ?”

“I didn’t do anything ! She just started crying !” Miles said, obviously frustrated. “I’ve tried everything and nothing has worked and I’m just so damn tired-“

Hobie frowned, seeing Miles’ frustration and the frustration on Billie’s face too. He hummed and gave Miles the bag before taking Billie from him.

“Hey, what-“

“There’s takeout in the bag, figured you’d be hungry.” Hobie said, cradling Billie in his arms as he looked Billie over. “Now what’s up with you ?”

“Look, I’ve tried everything, I’m just going to call mom and-“

“- Oh, there it is.”

Miles looked at Hobie in disbelief.

“Wait, you know what’s wrong ?” Miles asked.

“Mhmm, I’ve seen this before.” Hobie said, laying Billie on the bed, on her back. “Luckily I know how to fix this.”

“Really ? How ?” Miles asked.

Hobie took Billie’s legs and made them move as if she was riding a bike, before pulling them outwards and pressing them against her stomach.

Miles was about to question what he was doing, until he heard the loudest fart he had ever heard come out of a baby.

And Billie had stopped crying.

Hobie picked Billie up, holding her close to his face but not close enough that she could pull at his piercings.

“Bet you feel better now, huh Billie Jean ?” He asked, as Billie cooed and reached to touch his face.

“How did you know that she just needed to fart ?!?” Miles asked, astonished.

“Easy, I felt her tummy and it was all hard and shit so I figured she just needed to pass gas and babies have trouble doing that by themselves.” He chuckled, watching Billie rub her eye and yawn. “Now she’s sleepy. You go ahead and eat your food and relax, I can put her down, then we can watch a movie, yeah ?”

Miles didn’t know why but he became ten times more attracted to Hobie than he already was.

Miles and Hobie laid in Miles’ bed, watching The Teen Apocalypse Trilogy, Billie sleeping peacefully between them. She hadn’t stirred, out like a light ever since Hobie worked his baby magic on her and whenever she did scrunch her face up as if she were going to wake up and cry, Hobie would rest his hand on her back and she would be at ease.

“You’re starin’ at me instead of the movie.” Hobie said, snapping Miles out of his trance. Miles didn’t even realize that he had been staring. “What’s buggin’ ya ?”

“It’s just… you’re so good with kids, you’re good with Mayday, you’re good with Billie… “ Miles rubbed the back of his neck. “How ?”

“I dunno, just comes naturally.” Hobie shrugged. “Always had a soft spot for the little ones, y’know ?”

“Would you… ever want to have kids in the future ?” Miles asked, hesitantly.

“Bit early to be thinkin’ bout that yeah ? Don’t tell me you’re gettin’ baby fever lovie.” Hobie teased.

“You’re right, it was a dumb question, just forget I even asked it.” Miles hid his face in his pillow.

“No, it’s not, I’d love to have a little one in the future.” Hobie nudged Miles’ side. “And I’d love it even more if I had the kid with you.”

Miles slowly looked up

“You for real ?” He asked. Hobie nodded. “But I suck at taking care of Billie, I had to have you help me all of the time.”

“I’m for real.” Hobie replied. “I think you’ll be a great dad, once you learn the ropes and parenting requires help anyways so you’ll always have me helping you.”

Miles felt his heart flutter. Hobie wanted to have a kid with him one day ? His mind started racing. What would their baby look like ? What would they name it ? Would they be difficult or easygoing ? His mind started racing about babies until Hobie nudged him.

“Oi, I see you thinking over there. Stop thinking about babies, I said someday, not immediately.”

“But I can’t help it, you put the thought into my head !” Miles groaned. “Now I can’t stop thinking about a future baby with your eyes and my nose and your lips with my hair-“

Hobie rolled his eyes and continued to let Miles ramble, shaking his head and turning his attention back towards the TV.

Although a baby with his eyes and Miles’ nose did sound cute.

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braxlrose · 10 months

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SUB GUSTAV WHERE THE READER IS KINDA LIKE THAT WHOLE ' ROCKSTAR GF ' VIBE ⁉️🙏

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH SO LETS GET INTO IT!! Im a full believer that gustav likes his women like this. Even though this isnt how his wife is, he was definitely into rocker chicks. ANYWAYS, so when I think of this I think she kind of looks like (not including skin color or hair, just style)

✮ ROCKSTAR ✮

cw: mentions of oral (m recieving), smut, dirty talk, swearing, etc.

summary: ✮ you met your cute, perfect drummer bf ✮

now gustav in my opinion is a switch; soft dom and whiny bottom

the first gustav saw you was on TV. you were doing an interview for your band and he thought you looked so hot.

he couldn't stop talking to georg about you. the way you talked, the way your voice sounded, your laugh, your smile, your style. everything about you made him all giddy. lets just say, georg was sick of him.

In fact, the whole band was.

The second time he saw you was at a music festival. tokio hotel was playing there around the same time you guys were and he was completely starstruck when he saw you on stage getting ready to perform.

he watched you in total awe as you sang and played guitar on stage. he had to rush back to the band to get there on time because he was so into watching you play he hadn't realized the time. thank god he got back before the gig started. the band still yelled at him though.

what gustav didn't know is that you noticed him. how could you? he was so adorable, standing in the crowd with his big, dumb smile on his face, gazing up at you like you were the only woman in the world. But since he was so starstruck, he didn't even notice you staring back at him.

after your band was done playing, you signed some photos for fans and took pictures and then went to find gustav. just like him, after looking around for a while you were able to find him. he was playing the drums and looked so fucking sexy. all you could do was watch him and take sips of your spiked punch.

He was so immersed in playing he didn't notice you, again. but that didn't matter. you stood there are watched him play while squeezing your thighs as tight as they could possibly be. your hotel was far away and there was no where you could go to hump a pillow so you just watched him, clenching and biting you lip looking at him

after the show, you waited for him to come down and that's when he saw you. you were smiling at him and waved. he just stood there and stared at you. he couldn't help it, you looked so goddamn beautiful. some people didn't get your style, but he thought you were the most gorgeous woman in the world.

you two talked a bunch and found out you liked a lot of the same music. he loved the way you acted, your confidence and boldness. he took you out on a date to a record store a few days later. you guys looked through tons of music together and put on some headphones to listen to it too. then afterwards you got some fast food and hung out for the rest of the night before he dropped you off at your hotel.

you guys continued to date for a couple months before taking it to the next level.

you were at a tokio hotel concert, watching gustav and the other members play; you had become very well acquainted with georg, tom and bill since you were dating their bestfriend and learned basic things about them.

gustav wasn't wearing a shirt at this concert. he looked so hot up there, all focused and sweaty and sexy. you were so needy for him. you were ready to take him at any second, you wanted to just jump on stage and ride his cock until he was crying, begging and passed out.

once the band was over you headed back stage. gustav came up to you smiling and gave you a light kiss on the lips. but you had other plans. you grabbed him by his arm and led him into his dressing room. the second you got in there you shoved him against the wall and kissed him like he would die without your lips.

thank god you were wearing a skirt. you pulled it up and ripped open your fishnet stockings. he dug his fingernails into your cushy thighs while you shoved him down onto the couch. "i've wanted this for so long..s'long." You slipped your tongue past his lips and began to unbuckle his belt, "need you s'bad. need your thick cock in my pussy. can you do that for me, hmm?" You slid off his pants to showcase his hard-on peeking through his boxers. You leaned down against his lips and looked into his eyes, "can you do that for mommy?"

He nodded quickly and pushed down his boxers. "too bad i don't have time to suck off your pretty, little cock." you said seductively to him as you slid down on his dick. he let out the sluttiest and loudest moan you've ever heard. the band definitely knew what was going on. he rutted his hips up against yours as you humped and rode his dick like no tomorrow. you were so good to him. so perfect. his sexy ✮rockstar✮.

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ovobawrites · 6 months

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𝐵𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽: 𝐸𝓅𝒾𝓈𝑜𝒹𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝓋𝑒 ♡ 𝐹𝒷𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓎𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓈

disclaimer: this has already been posted on ao3 and quotev, i'm just reposting this beach episode special as a promo for the fic. after this is all my previous author notes.

this is a fem!reader and also a half chinese!reader insert.

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Crewel stood ominously by the door to the lodge, looking over you all with a critical eye.

"I hope you mutts are planning to clean yourselves off," he started, "and Trey, Lilia," the two perked up. "you two will be cooking tonight's dinner."

Who decided to let Lilia cook... at least there's Trey?

The contrasting reactions would be funny were you not at risk of food poisoning. Lilia beamed, so excited he started floating. Meanwhile Trey was already working up a sweat, running through every possible future in his head. Silver, for once, was wide awake and looking horrified, face awash in a nausous green. Malleus, on the other hand, faced this death sentence with a grim look on his face, ready to meet his end fighting.

Cater and Riddle were hurriedly whispering at the back, Riddle's face slowly growing more and more defeated as Cater continued on with his gossip about Lilia's poisonous cooking. Jamil frowned in disapproval, holding Kalim close to him as his housewarden started to pale in worry. You had already gone through the five stages of grief, accepting of your impending doom. The rest, however, weren't so quick.

Crewel frowned. "What are you all looking so deathly for? Go on, shower! Dirty dogs must be cleaned."

"Y-yes professor." You managed to stutter out, offering a shaky smile before treking up to your room, doing your best to avoid the other boys. For all you can act like everything was okay, you still felt that clench of fear in your gut as you closed your door behind yourself.

This would be hell.

How could I have been so- so stupid! You bemoaned to yourself, Idia's gonna hate me for this, I just know it! It was completely improper and juvenile of me to yell at him. And over something so meaningless! Why did I- How could I- Wait. Why were you so upset? Why were you wholly embarassed? The other boys yelled and fought all the time and yet, for you to do such a thing. Why did it make you feel this way? What caused this fluttering of butterflies in your stomach, the angry buzz of bees in your head?

You crashed your head into a pillow and let out a muffled yell. This trip was already shaping up to be a disaster. They already saw me in such a state. To get angry like that... how could I be so foolish! I should die for this. No one will ever look at me in the same way again. I was so utterly uncouth- to the point that none of them will ever even want to see me again. Sure, Floyd said it wasn't a big deal... but the moment any of them look back upon this moment they'll- they'll-

And that was the root of the problem, wasn't it? You weren't ashamed of getting into a silly little argument, you were afraid.

They'll hate me.

But that was fine, right? People have hated you before, and people will for evermore. There's no point in crying over spilt milk, what's done is done. You should've thought thrice before you acted, but there's nothing you can do now but learn and pray for them not to think any different of you.

You smiled sardonically, Like that'll ever happen. Who would like me after seeing me act like that?

...

These intrusive thoughts were getting you nowhere. Best to shower, fix up your makeup, and try to calm down. Let them despise you and look down on you. It's not like you cared anyways.

You finished up your shower on autopilot, routine muscle memory taking over as you sank further into your melancholy thoughts. If brother had been there... what would he have said? He'd disapprove, I'm sure of it. Getting close to others when you're an Aster is always a gamble after all. But... is it so wrong to want friends? I don't know anymore. It would have been better if I had just refused Crowley's offer.

Your face remained flat, never betraying your inner turmoil as you brushed through your hair mechanically in front of your vanity. (H/C) locks tugged at harshly as you brushed through the knots. A self flaggelation, of sorts. The pain both grounded you and sent you further into a self-depreciative headspace. It wasn't healthy but it was all you had. How foolish of you.

I don't know what to do anymore. Should I just leave? Maybe I need to talk to-

A knock on the door.

"Uh-um. (Y/N)? It's... it's Idia. C-could you maybe let me in?" His voice floated over from the door, the warble to it showing his nerves.

Ah. I see. He's here to yell at me and tell me to never talk to him again. That's why he's so nervous, Idia's never liked confrantation after all.

The silence rang out as you remained seated, frozen in place. What do you do? Opening the door means accepting a broken friendship and- you didn't want that. You didn't want to hurt anymore.

"I-it's fine if you don't w-want to let me in!" Idia mumbled, "I-I just wanted to apologise, I sh-shouldn't have..." he trailed off before groaning in frustration. "Agh I'm so-" he halted, before hesitantly speaking up once more, "Could you p-please open up? I-I heard apologies are more genuine when you- you look at someone and Ortho said that..." Idia muttered rapidly, his words too quick for you to understand.

Maybe hearing that he wanted to apologise was made you stand up and open the door. Maybe it was his obvious anxiety. Maybe it was out of pity. Who knows? But you let him in, like an idiot.

Idia stumbled back as you opened the door, shock painted on his face. A nervous laugh. "I-I didn't think you'd actually open the door..." He turned his head away. "This was easier when I practiced... ahhh." He covered his face in his hands for a moment, then slapped his cheeks and straightened up, looking you in the eye. "Can I come in?"

Your throat was dry. Your stomach in knots. Greens and blues pulsed in your veins. "...Sure." You stepped to the side and closed the door behind Idia.

IDIOT! Your instincts screamed. Now you're trapped inside with him, you're not gonna be able to run away and get safe. You can't hide! What is wrong with you! He could-

"S-so, firstly, I'm sorry." Idia spoke up, fidgeting with his hands as he sat down on the chair, turning it to face the bed as you went to sit on it. You had no idea what to say, but this silence seemed to only spur Idia on. "I-I know you get... upset when we're loud and I- I shouldn't have yelled in your face. I know you hate it when that happens, and I should have respected your boundaries."

Wait, what? He wanted to actually apologise? Not yell or scream some more? You were too stunned to speak.

"And-and secondly!" He got braver now, raising his voice from the soft volume of before. "I'm sorry that I escalated that argument. If it wasn't for me getting so heated, it would've been fine but I just- I felt- I was-" He groaned in frustration, covering his face with his hands. But something made him reveal himself and open up once more. "You were right, I was... you know. I felt... of Ruggie." His voice was so quiet at that point that you couldn't make out what he said by the end of it.

"I- you were... what of Ruggie?" You spoke up, and Idia made eye contact with you, hair glowing pink, eyes glaring. "...Sorry, I shouldn't have asked, I was being-"

"No-no it's fine! I was-" Idia sighed. "I was jealous. Of Ruggie. That's all." He turned away, looking at the trinkets on the vanity. "And again, I'm sorry for acting like that. You don't have to forgive me or anything, I just..." he slowed down as he turned to look at you, your (E/C) eyes still on him. "I just. wanted. to. apologise." The words came out stilted as his hair went more and more pink, cheeks flushing a brilliant red.

You just sat there, hands on your lap, still as can be. As the shock simmered down and bloomed into reds and pinks in your chest, you started to chuckle. Idia froze as you started to full on laugh, a sound he'd never heard before.

"I-I" You tried to say in between giggles, but you couldn't stop laughing, tears starting to run down your cheeks. "I apologise. I'm just so-so happy." A watery smile. "I thought you would- never mind. I'm sorry too." You looked Idia in the eye. "It wasn't just your fault. I also escalated the argument, you know. And I was the one who started raising my voice. I shouldn't have- no. I'm sorry that I did so, I shouldn't have drawn so much attention to us when I knew you dislike that many eyes on you."

"I-Don't cry!" Idia fluttered his hands around, leaning forwards and brushing the tears off of your cheek. "I- I really am sorry, you know. And even if it wasn't just my fault, I still should take the blame. I scared you. T-that's like totally an incel move on my part." He offered a weak smile, hands still on your face. "And I accept and forgive your apology. Really."

"I-I forgive you too." Your laughter quieted down and you beamed. "I'm glad that we can still be friends. Even though I acted so- so horribly." That's when the two of you realised what position you were in. Idia towered over you, hands on your cheeks, as you sat on your bed. It was highly improper. Your face went hot at the thought, steaming at the proximity. Idia's hair went from a light pink to a bright fushia, he stuttered and stumbled back, crashing into the dresser.

"I-I'm s-sorry!" He yelped, cowering away from you. "That-that was so lame of me!" He muffled his embrassed yell with his hands.

"No-no it's fine!" You stood up and tried to comfort him, hands hovering over his back. "Really, it's fine I don't mind!"

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

Idia looked you in the eye, trying to gauge the verity of your statement. You stared back, eyes steady. The two of you stared at each other, silence enveloping the room. And for a single, halting moment, you wished that the moment would never end.

Then-

A knock and Silver's voice from behind the door. "(Y/N), Idia? I know you two are resolving things but dinner's ready. Just wanted to make sure you two are prepared..."

You jumped back and started to pat yourself down, avoiding eye contact with Idia. The boy laughed weakly and ran a shaking hand through his hair.

"Guess we gotta do that boss fight now... Idk if I have the stats to survive Lilia's food..."

You gave a small chuckle at his joke. "Does anyone?"

"Silver and Malleus, they have to brave it like every week, right?"

"I thought they just magic it away when Lilia's not looking..."

"...That makes a lot more sense."

It was akin to a walk of shame as you and Idia entered the dining room, side by side. Crewel was absent once more, likely ordering an actually edible meal for himself. While the rest of the boys tried not to make it obvious, it was clear that they were all looking at you, trying to guess whether you both actually made up.

"Koi fishie!" Floyd waved you over excitedly. "I saved you a seat!"

"Absolutely not!" Riddle snapped. "You'll only stress poor (Y/N) out! Come, sit with us, Trey and I saved you a seat!" Riddle smiled kindly, puffing out his chest like a robin would. It was adorable.

Trey smiled at you and shrugged, face as bright as day.

"Would your high strung nature not stress the poor dear out even more?" Jade hit back. "Let her sit with some fun people, for once."

"(Y/N), want to sit next to Lilia and I?" Silver blinked innocently at you, offering an out from the cat fight.

"Ah- sure, I'd love to." You quickly sat down before another argument would break out.

Riddle puffed his cheeks out and Trey drooped down slightly. Maybe you made a mistake. Floyd and Jade looked unhappy too, but... asides from sitting like how cultists circle their prophet, there was no pleasing everyone.

Lilia offered you a fang-filled grin and gestured excitedly to the centerpiece meal on the table. "Gentlemen and dearest (Y/N), Trey and I have created the most scrumptious meal for your consumption this twilight. Methinks you all will enjoy it greatly."

Side-eyes were exchanged as you looked over the main dish with a critical eye. You could only hope Trey managed to rein Lilia in. A large platter of seafood sat on the giant plate, grilled fish and shrimp lay on a bed of decorative lettuce, the colours lacking the normal ashy black that Lilia's meals took the appearance of. But who would take the bait and reach for a bite?

Leona elbowed Ruggie and gestured to the platter. The hyena sighed, shrugged, and grabbed a slice of fish. You all watched on, concerned, as the hyena chewed on the piece of seafood. His face went through many expressions, suspense, shock, pleasant surprise, and finally, a look of joy as he swallowed down the fish. He gave a sharp grin at Trey in thanks for his service and immediately went to spear more and more fish for his plate.

Ruggie's reaction encouraged you all to partake in the meal, and thank god. It seemed Trey's godlike cooking skills managed to triumph over Lilia's lack thereof. The chefs of the night glowed with pride as you all lavished praise on both of them. Silver and Malleus making the executive decision to find Trey's secret before the night was over. Money was exchanged under the table as you all betted on how Trey managed it, the secret groupchat flooded with messages as the group enjoyed the delicious meal.

☆Kay-kun☆: i bet trey locked up lilia in a kitchen cabinet!! he totes did all the cooking on his own lmao

Vil Schoenheit: No, obviously he took Lilia's cooking and threw it away while passing his dishes off as both of theirs. Lilia must have fell for it.

gamer-idia-1812: no no no its obvi tht trey cast a spell on lilia so hed be frozen + unable to unleash that horrible beast upon the world lolol

(Y/N) Aster: Maybe he had Lilia do the prep work while he handled everything else? Or got Lilia to wash the dishes while he did all the cooking.

❀✧★KALIM★✧❀: Maybe Lilia learnt how to cook!! I think he'd be a great one!!!

Silver: Kalim, I guarantee that is not the case.

Malleus Draconia, Crown Prince of Briar Valley: LILIA WILL NEVER BE GOOD AT COOKING.

Malleus Draconia, Crown Prince of Briar Valley: WHY ARE MY WORDS IN UPPERCASE?

Silver: Ah, young master, your caps lock button is on. Press the upwards facing arrow on the keyboard to turn it off

Malleus Draconia, Crown Prince of Briar Valley: THANK YOU SILVERJSKA;DLKDJLKLDLJKSKLGLHJKFDSGKDFLKHAHKL

(Y/N) Aster: Ah. Silver, maybe you should go help him?

Silver: (￣^￣)ゞ

Trey: Oh, I just asked Lilia to make the dessert while I cooked the main course.

Jamil Viper: sorry, you WHAT

leona: if i die cuz of u, green haired bastard, i'll haunt you to your grave

Riddle Rosehearts: Perhaps it won't be that bad? Maybe the rumours were exaggerated.

Trey: Personally, I'd use the word understated

gamer-idia-1812: goodbye cruel world... maybe i'll meet the Premo in heaven

leona: a radish sprout like you will be fit in hell

gamer-idia-1812: lolol i'll see u all there

(Y/N) Aster: My mother paid the church a lot of money so that I wouldn't go to hell. I'll just roam the earth as a calamity-level ghost.

Ruggie: The power of rich ppl astounds me...

❀✧★KALIM★✧❀: Oh! I should do that for all of us! So no one will go to hell ＼(≧▽≦)／

Jamil Viper: Kalim, don't waste your money doing something so stupid. Some people deserve to go to hell.

Azul Ashengrotto -50% off at Mostro Longue, Order today!-: Please, Jamil. You shouldn't be so antagonistic towards your upperclassmen! Maybe you should transfer to octavinelle to learn a bit of kindness from our Sea Witch.

Jamil Viper: I'd rather rot in hell.

Floyd >^)))<;～～: so no one won the bet? o(TヘTo) who does the money go to? (・・ ) ?

Trey: I think we should save it for the hospital bills

☆Kay-kun☆: ye just took a look at the kitchen, great idea trey!!

Mini Theatre Trey: I looked forward in time, I saw 14,000,605 futures. (Y/N): In how many of those did we survive? Trey: 1. - (Y/N), monolouging like a drama queen: 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。 Everyone else: Wow, that fight got a little intense! I'm glad no one got hurt :) - Idia, in the common room: EMERGENCY MEETING! PLEASE HELP ME APOLOGISE TO (Y/N)!!!! Azul: But- Idia: I'll pay you like 3000 thaumarks Azul: Done! Cater: Should this be, like, a group discussion? Ruggie: Shut up I wanna see how much of a trainwreck it'll be.

and here is the fifth part of the beach ep. if you'd like to read the rest of the fic, you can read it on ao3 here, and on quotev here.

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jiminrings · 1 year

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as a psych student learning something about human development, i wanna know how the couple will be all around the internet searching about shits in parenting. OR MAYBE one of them starts overanalyzing or over observing their baby bcoz they saw those articles abt childs development AND THEY WANT TO BE A GOOD PARENT

does that scream jungkook to me? yes, im picturing him in that position but it can be y/n too!! AM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW ERA BABE!!

478: drabble

alternatively, a glimpse of hwayoung’s first 100 days <3

[ 478 masterlist ]

DAY 13

“Hi, pretty girl,” Jungkook hovers above Hwayoung as she lies on her back, much to her curiosity and much to your amusement.

“Heyyy-…” Jungkook drawls as he goes from the center of the foot of the bed all the way to the side, suddenly straightening up as he does a standing long jump all the way to the other, “….pretty girl!”

Your daughter doesn’t seem to be amused as you but she still watches her dad anyway, making you snort so hard that the grogginess you’ve had from the night before starts to dissipate.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s week two. I’m trying to see if Hwayoung can track things with her eyes; that’s supposed to be a milestone this week.”

“Where did you get that from?” you wonder out loud, trying to recall if you read that anywhere from the pamphlet that her pediatrician gave you.

Jungkook sounds almost offended that you’re asking him to cite his sources, making him scoff playfully. “My instincts.”

You try not to bring up Jungkook’s constant indecisiveness and his need for approval whenever it came to tending to Hwayoung, yet with just one look, he scoffs as he changes his answers.

“The pedia.”

Your glance is empty and you’re just about to believe it because sometimes, you have to talk Jungkook out of texting the doctor at godforsaken hours in the morning just because he has a question.

He mistakes your glance for something more and instantly he relents, shoulders sagging as he huffs. “Fine, it’s the parenting subreddit.”

DAY 32

“Is it just me or is Hwayoung not starting to coo yet?” you mumble under your breath, startling Jungkook awake not because you suddenly spoke while he’s only shallowly sleeping, but because it’s the same thing on his mind.

“Not just you. I thought I was going crazy,” he sighs, pinching his eyes. Surely enough, your daughter knows how to cry and shriek, but she isn’t at that stage yet where she mimics the basic syllables that you echo to her.

You sigh, rethinking the past few days with utter concentration just to see if you’ve missed a milestone. Jungkook thinks as hard as you, eyes fluttering to see Hwayoung awake in her crib but peacefully just looking up at the toys.

Jungkook stands up as you list off the things you’ve searched on your own, crouching down to get Hwayoung off her crib so the both of you can fawn over her more closely as you ponder over her (incoming) milestones. He’s less nervous now when it comes to picking her up because supporting her comes to him like second nature now, however no matter how secure she is in his hold, Jungkook overlooked the possibility of his entire head bumping against the overhead toys.

He hits his head so hard against the base of it that he hears a resounding slap against his skull, but apart from that, he hears something else — Hwayoung cooing.

You immediately squeal in celebration, clapping your hands that makes your daughter turn her eyes to you this time. Jungkook blinks once, twice before breaking out into a grin.

He settles Hwayoung on your lap, walks over to the crib again before crouching, and prepares an act.

DAY 65

When you walk out of the bathroom fresh from your shower, the first thing that greets you is the sight of two figures laying down on the mat; one delicate in her new onesie, and the other clearly overgrown for the playpen.

“It’s tummy time.”

Jungkook calls out to you even if you don’t beg for an explanation, craning his neck to look at you from behind him. His nose almost dives to the floor if not for you snickering at how you have to walk backwards just to catch him and Hwayoung in the same frame.

“How’s the neck?”

“Hmm, it’s a little sore. I fell asleep on the couch again,” Jungkook frowns, rolling out the tensions with his knuckles. He pleasantly hums at the pressure, eyes blinking until he realizes why you’ve never responded to him. He sheepishly chuckles, scratching his head. “Oh. You meant Hwayoung.”

DAY 100

Hwayoung can’t just seem to stop giggling.

Her laughter has no real agenda behind it but its common theme revolves around Jungkook fumbling for something one way or another, the current fit of laughter your daughter’s in now being your husband fumbling for the strings of Miso’s collar (that he crocheted himself) that goes with the party theme.

There’s a distinct warmth that spreads in your chest, less of recalling that Hwayoung’s milestones are on time and more of the realization that you have everything you’ve ever hoped for; your very own family getting ready in the dressing room where just outside, all of your closest family, friends, and colleagues wait to celebrate Hwayoung’s first 100 days.

“Jungkook?”

He hums at the mention of his name, brows furrowed in frustration because Miso won’t just stay still but he still gives you attention. He straightens up immediately at the way your eyes seem glassy, and normally, he’d race towards you at the very first sight of you being down.

Jungkook, however, doesn’t have to do anything because Hwayoung coos and giggles once again, reaching her hand out in such a smooth and controlled manner that her little fist hovers above your face, almost as if she’s willing for the happy tears to stay inside.

You burst into laughter at that, the tears still coming to show that you’re so overwhelmed and happy — it actually stings. Your eyes flicker between your husband and your daughter, a grin making its way to your lips.

“Love you.”

#478 drabbles #jungkook oneshot #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario

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lovely-showtimes · 1 year

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hiii, may I request pjsekai boys being sad and comforted by their s/o? please ^__^

comfort ~ ♡

characters - akito, toya, tsukasa, rui.

type - scenarios, hurt/comfort (?)

warnings - generally just these four being sad and upset, mentions of their insecurities and whatnot too.

a/n - i feel like some of these are ooc </3 i apologise. also sorry for how long this took to post and i hope you enjoy!

You arrive at the location you agreed to meet up with Akito at and glance around, waiting for him to show up. He had suddenly texted you and asked if he could meet up with you, much to your surprise, especially because it was starting to get dark outside. Despite this, however, you had agreed anyway.

Your curiosity soon turned into worry though as you saw Akito approach you with a frustrated expression on his face. He hurries up his pace as he reaches you, before stopping almost hesitantly in front of you.

"...Hey." He says after a quiet pause, unable to look you in the eyes.

It's now that you realise he looks awful - his jacket looks like it was thrown on in a hurry, his hair is a mess, and his eyes look red and puffy, as if he'd been crying.

"Akito?" You frown. "What's wrong?"

Akito shifts around where he stands uncomfortably. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, as if he's trying to find the right words.

You decide to gently take his hand and rub his skin with your thumb in an effort to soothe him. "It's okay if you can't say how you feel right now. But please, at least allow me to comfort you right now."

Akito nods quietly, moving over and leaning his head against yours.

"I love you, please never forget that." You smile at him softly, causing his tired eyes to brighten slightly, if only for a few moments.

"...Love you too."

Ding-dong!

You sit up in surprise as you hear the doorbell go off. You quickly think over who could possibly at the door as you stand and head over to the front door. Was somebody visiting? Surely they would have texted you beforehand. Were you receiving mail? No, you hadn't ordered anything recently. Who could possibly be at the door, then?

You were incredibly surprised to see Toya standing at the door. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, and was staring downwards until you opened the door.

"Toya?" You frown as you two make eye contact. "Are you okay? Why did you show up so suddenly?"

He didn't respond right away, but you could tell by the look in his eye that he wasn't happy. He looked... tired. Upset. Maybe even close to tears, which alarmed you.

Before you could say anything, Toya spoke up. "...had a bad fight with my dad. I didn't want to be at home, and I didn't know where else to go."

"Toya..." You quickly usher him into your home and up to your bedroom, sitting him down before tightly wrapping your arms around him.

"You can stay with me as long as you need to. I'll stay with you for however long you want me with you, okay?" You gently pat Toya's head as he hugs you back, resting his head on your chest.

"Thank you." He says quietly, closing his eyes. "I'm glad you're here for me."

"Tsukasa?"

You look around the Wonderland SEKAI, searching for your boyfriend. He wasn't responding to your messages, which was unlike him - unless Tsukasa was asleep, he usually responded within a few minutes.

You decide to peek your head in the theater, hoping to find one of the Virtual Singers so you could ask them if they had seen Tsukasa, but you soon found him after you set foot in said theater.

He was loudly practicing something - it didn't sound like the show the rest of WxS had been working on recently, though.

And when you said he was loud, he was loud. You were amazed that you didn't hear him earlier somehow. Tsukasa was practically yelling out his lines as he dramatically pranced around the stage. You knew that Tsukasa had a tendency to be pretty loud often, but this loud, for this long... you were worried about his throat.

"Tsukasa!" You had to yell to get through his voice, to which he seemed startled and turned around, looking at you in shock.

"Oh, it's you." Tsukasa calmed down slightly, but he still seemed very on edge about something. "I was simply practicing, and I didn't notice you come in. Did you need something?"

Your brow wrinkled in frustration. "Tsukasa, are you okay? You never perform anything that loudly. What's the matter?"

Tsukasa's smile seemed to waver slightly, but it stays on his face. "Nothing, of course! I was simply trying to perfect my performance, is all! It... it has to be perfect..."

You quickly hop up onto the stage and move towards him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. "You don't have to be perfect, you know? Plus, you can't perform if you damage your voice like that."

You feel Tsukasa hug you back, clinging onto your shirt. "But, if I-"

"Tsukasa, hush for a few moments, please." You sigh. "You're not going to be perfect right away. Do you think that every world star started off absolutely perfect at acting? Please just allow yourself to fail sometimes. You can't survive if you're so hard on yourself all the time."

Tsukasa didn't respond, still tightly holding onto you as he listens to your words. You keep holding onto him, wanting to comfort him for as long as he needs. You don't know how long you two will be standing on this stage, but for him, you'll stand for the rest of time.

The quiet clinking of metal against metal is the only sound that fills the room as you calmly watch Rui perform maintenance on one of his drones. You had asked him earlier if you could watch him work on his robots, and despite his surprise, he gladly accepted. You thought that watching him do these sorts of things was really interesting, even if you didn't understand a lot of it. Just seeing Rui do something he loves is important to you.

Although, as you were watching Rui work from across the desk, you noticed that his focused expression was beginning to grow more... frustrated. His brow became more furrowed, and you could see his grip on his screwdriver growing tighter. You hadn't see him like this before, and you began to feel a deep seed of worry in your stomach.

"Rui? Are you okay?"

Rui flinched where he sat and looked over at you, his frustation dissipating and giving way to a strange sadness. "I... forgot you were here." He muttered, glancing away as he put his screwdriver down.

You move your chair towards him and gently yet hesitantly place your hand on his arm. "You looked really upset just now. What's wrong?"

Rui didn't respond right away, instead looking at you with an unreadable gaze. "I was just thinking about my friends, and my troupe, and that sort of thing." He looks like he wants to say more, but he trails off, going silent.

Unsure how else to help him, you move closer, and hug him gently. Rui gasps a little in surprise but doesn't object to the hug, burying his face in your hair with a shaky sigh.

"I'll always be here, okay? I love you, and I don't want you to suffer."

You feel Rui nod as he listens to you talk. "Right. Thank you, my dear. Please just... allow me to hug you for a while longer."

#shinonome akito x reader #akito shinonome x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #aoyagi toya x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #project sekai x reader #proseka #prsk #writing #imagines #colorful stage #♡ ~ love letter sent!

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dumbass-tumbler-cryptid · 5 months

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Hi, I'm wondering if you've watched/read The Hunger Games and if so, what do you think it would be like in the world of Avatar? (I mean the district of the characters, who would be from the Capitol and who would be in the arena, etc.) I just came back from the movie The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and Spider reminds me a lot of the character of Sejanus lol

Hello! I'm not the biggest Hunger Games fan to be honest. I think it just got over hyped for me. The series was everywhere back when I was in middle school. I read the first two book but I think they might have been above my reading level at the time so i didn't understand them very well back then. I saw movies one through three but I just didn't care enough to see Mockingjay part 2 so to this day I never have. None of this to say I disliked the series. I find a lot about it very interesting actually. And also while watching explainer videos on the Hunger Games series to refresh my memory on what happens to answer your ask, it kinda made me want to try reading the series again. Or at least watch all the movies. So thanks for possibly sparking a side obsession anon, lol.

Anyway I've got tones of ideas for this Au.

To start off with lets break down all the parent.

First off Quaritch and Paz are both from district 7. Quaritch came from a more wealthy carpentry family and Paz comes from the poorest section of district 7 the Yard. Quaritch was reaped for the Hunger Games when he was 15 and was an absolute monster, zeroing in on an ax placed in the cornucopia and immediately using it to butcher the careers. It was one of the fastest, most brutal Hunger Games on record.

His parents where so disgusted with him afterwards that they disowned him. Not that he cared. He had a sweet set up in the victors village. No neighbors, just complete and utter peace (accept for the constant memories of the hellish things he'd done that plagued his every sleepless night) He was forced to become a mentor after that. He did his best every year to try and help his charges survive. They just never did.

After some years of mentoring he met Paz Socorro. She was the daughter of two criminals who where long since passed leaving her an orphan of the yard. She didn't cry or scream like many other did when she was reaped. The seventeen year old held her head high, marched onto the stage and with a biting smirk said "this fucking sucks." Paz was charismatic as hell during her interview charming the Capital with her surprising wit and beauty for someone as low born as her. Quaritch was very impressed by not only this but her physical prowess as well. She was surprisingly strong, agile as hell, and well versed in poisonous flora and fauna. But only in front of him. During training she was weak and helpless, "pathetically" watching everyone else unable to do anything but look pretty for the cameras. She purposely tanks her training score (an act that drives Quaritch insane). No one sees her as a threat in the slightest. During the games she simply runs away, not bothering to take a single thing from the cornucopia. Instead she hides. She's so well hidden that even the camera have trouble finding her sometimes. She sneaks around her forest arena stealing useful objects off of dead bodies, watching her opponents from the shadows as they pick each other off. She analyzes her surrounding for things that can be useful as well. edible plants, drinkable water. And a nest of extremely venomous mutant spiders that she's very familiar with from back home. Luckily she also knows what plants they hate and makes a repellent so the spiders won't bite her. But they will attack the group of careers that are hunting her down before they start killing each other. She purposely leaves her tracks all the way to the spiders nest, disturbing them so they attack, doing most of her dirty work for her. For the last remaining tribute that only narrowly avoided the archaeid trap Paz brutally bludgeoned him to death with a large rock thus winning the games.

She moved into the victors village after that. President Snow tried to force Paz into prostitution much like Johanna Mason in the series but here she could basically just laugh in his face and tell him to fuck off. She was beloved by the Capital and had no family or friends that he could hold hostage or kill out of revenge. He had no power over her. And so Snow left waiting for the day when he could seek revenge against the woman the defied him. Paz lived alone for a long time. Her and Quaritch never really talked much until it had been a full ten years since her Hunger Games. Then she went up to him one day while he was woodworking in his backyard and in a voice that was surprisingly soft for such a brash woman asked, "does it ever get easier. living with the..."

"no." Quaritch answered. they started spending more time together after that slowly but surely building a bond neither ever believed themselves capable of after everything they'd been through.

Tonowari and Ronal are obviously from district 4 and competed in the games in different years, Tonowari at 15, Ronal at 17. They both managed to win in their respective games because the arena was aquatic themed in those years, giving them the advantage.

Next Grace, Jake, and Neytiri are all from district 11

Grace was 15 when she was in the Hunger Games, getting by in a similar way to Paz using her mind more than sheer force, setting deadly traps all over the arena that eventually lead to her victory. She became a mentor after that. She was there for Jake when he volunteered at 16. Jake comes from a wealthy family in the Estates in district 11. His father was a peacekeeper. Jake never planned on volunteering for the games and hoped his name would never be drawn but he alway tried to prepare for the possibility, keeping physically fit, training with his father's guns, and any other weapon he could get his hands on. If nothing else Jake could always become a peacekeeper like his father and excelle through the ranks with his skill. His twin brother Tom was never interested in such things. Said the odds where to low to worry about either of them ever being reaped. So it came as quite the shock to him when his name was called. Jake knew his brother would never be able to survive and so he volunteered to go instead. And the Capital loved him for it. Jake was great on camera, he earned a 7 training score, and got a lot of sponsors. He was able to win but the final fight was brutal. He delivered the finishing blow to career from district 2, right as the other guy stabbed a knife right through Jake's low back severing his spinal cord and instantly paralyzing him.

Neytiri was reaped and won at age 15, two year after Jake. Her older sister Sylwanin had been reaped and killed in the games a few year before and it had devastated her. She was terrifed of being reaped herself one day but couldn't let that fear take over her life. And so she trained. Her parents were extremely supportive not wanting to lose another child. Her father helping her make her bow, and would help her train in the dead of night, keeping watch for peacekeepers. Her mother taught her all about deadly flora and fauna. She was well prepared when they called her name. Neytiri amazed all of Panem with her ability with a bow and arrow, her animal like veracity, surprising stealth and impressive nature knowledge. She let most of the tributes pick each other off, carving out her own little territory to hide in the meantime, killing anyone that came close. In the end when there were only a few left she snuck up on them in the dead of night and went beast mode (I'm pretty much thinking about that scene from Way of Water)

When Neytiri got to the victors village Jake was immediately enamored by her. Neytiri wanted nothing to do with him. But much like Quaritch and Paz, Jake and Neytiri found it hard to relate to other after everything they'd been through and took solace in each other.

So fast forward some years to the kids.

A few months after Neytiri had Neteyam, Grace gave birth as well, but then seemingly died weeks later under mysterious circumstances, leaving her daughter Kiri an orphan. Jake and Neytiri had loved their mentor like a second mother so, didn't hesitate to adopt Kiri.

Given some of the names in the Hunger Games series, I'm going to say in this A.U Spider name is actually Spider, named after the thing that kept his mother alive. And while Spider was dearly loved by his parents, secretly Quaritch and especially Paz freaked out over his birth. They had agreed not to have kids not because they didn't want them, but because they didn't want them used against them. Paz always feared that Snow would come and harm or kill her only son in retribution for her defiance so many years ago. Quaritch just didn't want to see his only child die in the games. And so from the moment he could walk Spider is prepared for the games. His parents drill into his head to never volunteer but he is ready if worse comes to worse.

The Sully's do the same with there kids. So when Neteyam gets reaped at age 14 the family is gutted but knows he has what it takes to survive. Neytiri goes to the capital with him as his mentor. And the citizens of the Capital are obsessed. They love the "legacy champion" and eat up every moment that mother and son are together. Which gives Snow ideas. Neteyam wins but he's different when he comes back, traumatized by the games, but still manages to put on a brave face for his younger siblings.

The next year Kiri is reaped. Neytiri and Jake have to fight to not have break down on camera. It's like they're cursed or something with how many family members have been selected for the games.

Over in district 7 Spider is also reaped for the games. Quaritch actually did have to restrain Paz from freaking out, covering her mouth to stop her from accusing Snow of rigging the raffle. Quaritch goes with Spider as his mentor just like Neytiri is Kiri mentor. The Capital goes absolutely feral for this match up. Quaritch and Neytiri are squaring up every chance they get. Meanwhile Spider and Kiri become fast friends. They sneak out at night to see each other, spend all of their time in training together. During interviews they gush about their friendship, and if the people of the Capital where feral before, they were absolutely crazy for this relationship.

The two stick to each other like glue in the games, never going after anybody, just hiding, talking, making the best out of there very bad situation. Spider promises that if it comes down to the two of them that he'll eat poison berries so she could live. Kiri refuses insisting that she'll be the one to die not him. Finally it gets down to the two of them and they decided, fuck it. If they both ate the berries then no one would win and that would surely piss off the powers that be. So they traverse back to the cornucopia find their camera, intertwine their arms and pop the poison into each others months. The game masters quickly announce that they both win and Spider and Kiri spit out the poison before it can do them harm.

Their parents are pissed that their kids would roll the dice like that but are also relieved that they're alive. Snow is livid that he was outsmarted by a couple of teenagers. And the Capital is completely off it's shits with how much they loved the out come (like have ever seen footage of Philadelphia Eagles fans going crazy after their superbowl win? (if not your in for a wild google search) the Capital basically does this over Spider and Kiri)

Fast forward to the next Hunger Games. The 75th Hunger games. Where the twist is that previous winners will be the ones being reaped like in the book, but other victors, or the family members of the ones being reaped can volenteer to go in there place.

So the line up goes:

In district 4 Tonowari gets reaped but his son Aonung volunteers to go in his place, wanting to prove he's a mighty warrior. Ronal volunteers as the female tribute to protect her son.

In district 7 Paz is the only living female tribute so she knew she was going no matter what. Spider's name is called in the reaping. The family anticipated this and agreed that Quaritch wouldn't volunteer to go in his son's place. They've got bigger plans and need him on the outside.

In district 11 Kiri is reaped again but Neytiri volunteers in her place. Jake is also reaped but Lo'ak volunteers, like Aonung wanting to prove himself, especially compared to his siblings.

The citizens of the Capitol feel like they're getting a five course meal. The drama, the family dynamics, the tragedy about to unfold all from beloved past champions. It's all too much, especially since Snow insists that they all bring their whole families, to be paraded around in extravagant outfits at lavashish parties before the absolute slaughter fest.

What the kids don't know is that all the parents are in on a rebellion plan. Jake was the first to be contacted by a mystery person from district 13. It took awhile to convince him that it was real but once he was he started recruiting others, first Ronal and Tonowari, then Paz who convinced Quaritch. Aonung and Lo'ak volunteering threw a couple wrenches into their plan but they were able to pivot.

The moms are tasked with putting on a show, teaming up to not only protect their sons, but two tributes from district 3 Norm and Trudy who are in on the rebellion and are the ones who will destroy the forcefield so they can all be rescued. The mom's hunt down anyone who's both not in on the rebellion, and eager to actually participate in the games.

This is about where I'm going to end it since I don't really know the details of the final book, i just know how it ends. I don't really have an idea of who would be captured following the escape and who would get out of the arena safely. I was building to Grace basically being the Coin in this A.U but not evil in the end, because Grace would never suggest a Hunger Games with Capital children. But yeah sorry if the ending is a little lackluster here. Please share with me your thoughts or ideas of where to take this A.U. I'm really excited to hear what you all think and hope you enjoyed! 💙

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thatgenderfluidmonstrosity · 18 days

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Hurting Is Changing

Little headcanon beforehand that doesn’t have much to do with the fic, but I love it anyway: that Wanderer has something similar to DID where he could wake up with different programming sometimes

Like, maybe he will glitch or experience a nightmare and wake up feeling different.

I think the different versions of him would be the different stages in his life; Proper Puppet (Ei’s Prototype Puppet), Clueless Puppet (Friends with Niwa/Tatarasuna), On The Brink (Friends with Sick Child), Murderer Complex (During Fatui) and Healing (Post-Story Quest)

Now onto the actual fic!

It was a fine morning in the Sanctuary of Surasthana. The birds were singing, the sun was bright, the air flowed softly… Yet something wasn't right.

Nahida found it odd that Wanderer had not yet gotten up from his ‘sleep’. He couldn't really sleep, but she said that to help him feel more human. It was more so… recharging.

He usually woke up before she went for her morning walk, something she did to talk to her people and just feel free. She loved the feeling of the ground under her feet, and the wind on her face. She loved seeing her people, and most of them felt the same. Wanderer never joined her on these walks. He didn’t like the mortal world much, even after his ‘reform’. He hated being reminded of everything in his past. Being amongst the mortals did just that.

“Wanderer?” Nahida knocked on his door.

She had refurnished the Sanctuary so that they could both have places to sleep, and even got a kitchen added for eating. Otherwise, she got her entertainment from going outside and Wanderer… well, she didn't really know what he did when she wasn't there.

She heard no response from him, but didn’t want to just barge it. Wouldn’t that be rude? But what if he was in trouble or hurt?

I could peer into his head… see if he's dreaming… She thought.

She didn’t even have a moment to think before she heard a yell from his room.

“Wanderer!” She exclaimed, barging into the room, where she saw him… crying?

He was sitting up in his bed. He looked scared- no, terrified. His eyes were wide, and his body was still. He was filled with fear.

“Wanderer? Are you okay?” She asked, stepping closer with caution.

His eyes didn’t move, but his mouth did.

She hadn’t noticed it, but he seemed to be speaking. It was just murmurs at first, but as she got closer, she could hear it more clearly, along with the fear that shook his words.

“I- I didn’t mean to- I didn’t- I'm not like that anymore- I don't wanna hurt anyone anymore-” He muttered with fear, his words coming a mile a minute.

“Oh no-” Nahida gasped, rushing over to him.

She reach for his arm but he pulled away, pressed his back against the wall and pulled his arm up to brace himself.

“D-don't-! Don't come any closer-” He shouted, “I'm a monster! I- I am a- mistake- a defect- that's all I am-”

His voice trembled.

This truly worried the Archon as she stepped back to allow him room. He had been doing so well- the traveler was helping him recover and stay on the path of good, and even brought him joy. So what happened? What had caused this?

He must’ve had a nightmare… She thought.

“-thats all I will ever be!” He said it as if he was trying to convince himself rather than tell someone else.

“Wanderer, its okay! You're okay! You're with me, Nahida, remember?” She tried to soothe him.

He seemed to calm down with the mention of her name.

“N-nahida?” He asked, his arm lowering slightly.

“Nahida…” He said again, his eyes taking in every detail of her face.

“I… I killed you too…” He whispered.

It took the Archon a moment to register what he had said.

“You… what?” She asked, taking the moment to step a bit closer.

“You- You were dead- E-everyone was dead- Traveler- all of them-” He started spiraling once more.

“I didn’t want to- I didn’t- I didn’t want to hurt anyone-” He grabbed his head, his fingers digging into his head.

“Hey! Its okay, its okay… Look at me.” Nahida said, climbing onto the bed and taking his hands to hold them.

“I am alive, Wanderer, and nothing bad has happened. I'm okay, and you’re okay…” She told him, looking into his eyes.

His breathing steadied slowly, but soon enough he was able to think clearly.

Nahida helped him out of his room, and into the kitchen area. It wasn’t used much but was good for a snack every once and a while. Like sleep, Wanderer didn’t really need to eat either, but he could anyway. This usually led him to eating whatever-whenever, since it didn’t matter to him.

As he sat at their small but comfortable table, he didn’t really do much. His breathing was shallow, but he wasn't shaking much anymore. Nahida wished that she could read his mind, but knew he would know if she tried.

“How… how did I even dream?” He asked Nahida, who was now preparing some coffee for him.

“I think… maybe it is representative of your growth from a puppet to a human!” Nahida smiled.

“You never told me that the transition would be so… painful… Then again, I suppose I deserve this…”

Nahida looked softly to the boy, who seemed to just be staring off into nothingness. His eyes looked… dead.

“You’re on a long path, Wanderer. But you’re doing wonderfully in your rehabilitation.” She said, giving him the cup of coffee.

“I'm very proud of you.” She smiled, his eyes meeting hers.

“Uh… thanks…” He said, taking the cup and looking away.

She saw his lips curl into a slight smile as he took a sip of the warm liquid.

“You’re quite welcome.”

They sat in silence for a bit till Wanderer put his cup down.

“I know its time for your morning walk. You can go, I’ll be fine.” He muttered.

“Actually, I think I wanna stay in today…” Nahida said, to which Wanderer gave her a suspicious look.

“Okay… Well I don’t really do much when you’re gone…” Wanderer said, taking another sip of his drink.

“Then we can do something together! How do you feel about puzzles?” She smiled excitedly.

Wanderer looked down at the Archon, but not in disgust or hatred… but with wonder.

“I… suppose that would be alright…” He said, standing to wash his now empty coffee cup.

“Great!” Nahida giggled, getting up to go find a puzzle.

Wanderer sighed as she did, standing over the sink. He felt… weird. Warm. But not like fire-warmth. It was different. He fixed himself, standing up straight.

As he heard her leave, his brain started to focus on… other things. Visions from his nightmare. Blood was… everywhere. The more he focused on it, the more the visions seemed to seep into reality.

“Stop it- stop thinking-” He told himself, “It's nothing… It doesn’t matter…” He muttered, running one hand through his hair.

Nahida’s smile disappeared as she turned the corner. She noticed the boys’ stance, his hands over his face… she knew that he likely wouldn’t tell her what was wrong. She hadn’t yet been seen by him, so she wanted to try her luck on reading his mind. She was curious and just wanted to help! So it was fine… right?

She decided to try her luck, reading his mind while he was distracted.

Just as she did, she heard him scoff.

“You aren’t gonna like what you hear.” He mutters, turning around.

“Ah- sorry…” She said, looking down at the puzzle box.

“Its fine… its just… for your own good.” he said, taking a seat back at the table.

“Right. Well then, lets do this puzzle! I got one of the Palace of Alcazarzaray! Built by Kaveh, an amazing architect here in Sumeru!!” She gushed, putting the puzzle on the table and sitting in her chair.

Wanderer watched as she got all of the pieces out and they started to put it all together. He actually found it… a bit calming… The images in his head started to dissipate. He felt better…

Nahida took in his non-brooding expression. She loved that she could help him, and was sure that in no time at all, they would get past the obstacles and he would be healthy and happy.

It’d be a long time till then, she was sure, but she was happy to be able to help. Maybe she could even introduce him to other people at some point, not just the Traveler…

“You’re staring…” Wanderer said, not looking up.

His voice wasn’t mean or annoyed. He was just… fine.

“Right-” She giggled, looking back down.

Wanderer didn’t know what she found funny, but just hearing her laugh… once more, his chest felt warm.

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[22.49] dad!wooyoung (ft. reader)

⇀ touring has always been hard on him because he misses his family. it sucks that they're apart

⇁ i was supposed to post this on woo's birthday but shit happened irl and i wasn't able to post but i still wanna share this timestamp

Standing on a stage in a foreign country as the whole arena sang him happy birthday made Wooyoung's eyes tear. His heart was so full, he felt loved and appreciated. And heck, he's basking in the attention.

Though he was clapping along whilst his members sang and jumped excitedly next to him, he couldn't help but scan the faces in the audience. He had hoped to see the most important person in his life, the woman that matters to him most. His mom. And it would be nice if you and his five year old daughter, Woohee would be there. Woohee is on top of his priority list and technically she's not a woman yet. She'll never be. Wooyoung decided once the girl popped out of you that she'll be daddy's little princess forever. Age be damned.

Once the song end, people cheered loudly and Wooyoung took it as a cue for him to prepare to speak. He shuddered into his mic with a wide grin on his face. "Uh..." Wooyoung started, unsure of what to say first, "I just wanna say that I'm very glad to be here, I'm very thankful to be able to spend my birthday with every single one of you here. This birthday is rather different because this is the first time I'm celebrating without my family. So tonight, I'm very glad that you all can be my family," and the crowd went wild at Wooyoung's sweet words.

"Daddy," a cute little voice called out.

It was a voice that Wooyoung knew so well. The voice that greets him every morning and the voice that can crumble his entire composure simply by asking, "Cookie, please?"

Wooyoung whipped his head around, trying to locate the source and in hope see his daughter. Finally, his eyes fall onto one of the double large monitors on the sides of the stage. On the screen, Woohee appeared on the couch, wearing something that Wooyoung obviously bought her; a Bathing Ape jacket, a Bathing Ape shirt, and a checkered skirt with her long straight hair pulled into pigtails. Wooyoung couldn't help but grin widely as he watched Woohee giggle and wiggle in her seat while you scold her lightly, telling her to stop wiggling and sit still. He was so fixated on the mischievous glint in his daughter's eyes as she shook her head teasingly at you that he didn't even realize that the audience was cheering.

"Hi daddy," she finally called out. Wooyoung couldn't help but wave at the screen, wishing that his baby girl is with him at that moment. "Happy birthday! I love you! I miss you!" she waved happily to the screen. It was short but sweet and it made Wooyoung miss her so much more than before. He hadn't realized how much he missed her exactly until he saw his growing baby in front of him.

"Mommy, I want birthday cake," Woohee said, switching her focus on you who's behind the camera. "No baby, we gotta wait until daddy comes home to get a birthday cake," you reasoned. Woohee immediately pulled her bottom lip into a pout that much resembled Wooyoung's. With big eyes and batting eyelashes, she tried to make a case with you, "But cake..." "Well, you can help daddy pick his cake!" "But now..."

"Wow, Woohee is so much like you, Woo," Yunho teased, taking his eyes off the screen to look at his friend. Much to his surprise, Wooyoung was crying. He was wiping at his eyes and his bottom lip quivered. Realizing this, his members panicked and immediately tried to console him. Well, some of them anyways. San, Mingi, and Yeosang took it upon themselves to troll their crying friend at the back.

The crowd broke into chants of 'don't cry' in hopes that they could console Wooyoung. But he still couldn't stop crying. He tried waving at people to tell them he was fine, but the tears still streaming down his face didn't convince anyone.

It wasn't until people broke into a thunderous cheer, very different to the consolation cheer they were doing, that the eight people on stage started to look around, confused.

From backstage, Woohee came running down wearing the outfit in the video and launched herself to hug her dad's legs. Wooyoung were so shocked that he could only stare at the grinning little girl confusedly. "Daddy, don't cry," she said to her frozen dad.

Seonghwa took it upon himself to lift the little girl into his arms so she could wipe her dad's tears away. "Look at that, Woohee, daddy's being a crybaby," Yeosang popped up from the sides to poke at his best friend's face teasingly, making Woohee giggle.

It took a while, but Wooyoung's brain finally restarted as he began chuckling to himself. "Hi baby," he said, taking his daughter from Seonghwa's arms into his. Woohee happily wrapped her arms around Wooyoung's neck to give him the biggest hug she could muster. As they hugged, Wooyoung turned around slightly and spotted you backstage. It was rather dark and crowded, but he could spot you anytime, anywhere.

Once Woohee pulled back, Wooyoung tapped her nose with his pointer finger gently, making the girl laugh, "You really surprised daddy there," he pointed out. Woohee nodded excitedly, "Yeah, yeah! Cake ahjussi said that-that-that we should, uhm... We should, uhm... Do something special for you!" she blabbered on quickly. Wooyoung furrowed his eyebrows at her in confusion, "Cake ahjussi? Who's cake ahjussi?" he asked. Woohee furrowed her eyebrows, wracking her brain to explain, "Uh... The ahjussi from your work! The- the- the- the ahjussi who bought daddy dinner after concerts," she said, hoping Wooyoung would understand. San laughed out loud when he heard what Woohee said, making Wooyoung confused even more. "Did you guys hear what Woohee said? She called KQ's CEO the cake ahjussi!" San told the crowd, causing everyone to burst into laughter at the adorable mistake Woohee made. Wooyoung can only chuckle at his daughter and leaned to give her a big smooch on her cheek to which she reciprocated with an equally big smooch she could muster.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,"

Wooyoung was once again surprised when he saw Hongjoong rolling out a cake from backstage as Hongjoong and Mingi tried to make sure that the candle won't die.

Once again, the arena was filled with people singing happy birthday to him but this time, with his family there with him. As he gaze down at the little girl who was happily clapping along to people singing as her gaze fixated on the flickering fire on the candle (or so he thought. In reality, she just wants cake) and then he looked at his members surrounding him, even managing to get a peek at you popping your head from backstage, and finally to the fans he has who were able to spend his special day together whilst representing those who couldn't make it to the arena that day, he felt... lucky. Right at that moment, he felt like he was the luckiest person alive.

As he leant down close to the cake, he closed his eyes to make a wish. To him, it was obvious what he wished for beyond anything else at that moment. And when he blew his candles, he genuinely wished that his hopes come true.

That the happiness in his life would last forever.

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rachaelswrites · 1 year

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Tis the Season

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!reader, Clint Barton x Teen!reader

Clint takes you with his family to New York

Word Count: 1,004

A/N: Happy holidays!

Warnings: Scenes from Hawkeye ep. 1, mentions of Nat’s death (let me know if I miss any)

Christmas used to be your favorite time of year. You and your mom would go all out on decorations and presents for each other each and every year. It was what you looked forward to but now, since she was gone, you dreaded it. You didn’t feel up to all your normal holiday festivities without her. It wouldn’t be the same anymore.

Once Thanos was defeated and everyone came back, Clint knew you’d have nowhere to go since he took it upon himself to take you in. He saw you like his daughter and he knew his own kids loved you like their fourth sibling and Laura loved you and felt for you. She knew how badly Clint hurt after Natasha’s death so she couldn’t even imagine how you were feeling. The two adults tried their best to make sure you were still going.

It had been Laura’s idea to send everyone to New York for a little before Christmas and initially, you were supposed to stay behind with her but Clint convinced you to go with them. He figured it might help to leave the house and have fun with the family. You were a part of them now anyways so within a few days, you were packed and on a plane heading to New York.

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You were having enough fun to distract yourself from the feelings of missing your mom but it was always in the back of your head, whether or not you knew it. Clint made sure to keep you all busy and he denied that it was to tire you all out so he could have peace and quiet at night but you and Lyla knew. The boys on the other hand, couldn't be more oblivious.

You and her stuck together pretty much the entire time. Even before this trip, you two were super close. She was the only friend you had close to your age and she saw you as the sister she always wanted but never had. You two had a lot in common since both your parents were both Avengers and they themselves were super close.

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Throughout your time in the city, Nate had been seeing signs and posters for the Rogers musical and wanted to go see it. You weren’t too interested in musicals but went because everyone else wanted to go and you didn’t want to be alone but you soon regretted that choice.

You hadn’t realized how much your mom would be featured in the show. It wasn’t a lot at first but anytime the actress playing your mom came on stage, you thought for a second it was her. It didn’t get bad until the scene of the Battle of New York. You watched her closely, wishing it was really your mom and not just an actor. You missed her so much and would do anything you could to get her back.

Lyla saw you zoned out and focused on the actress and was about to break your attention but your eyes started to water and she knew her dad would have to take care of this. She tried to get his attention but it didn’t work until she waved her hand in his face.

“Dad?” she whispered, as Clint reached up to his ear, “Did you turn your hearing aids off?” she asked.

Clint turned to look at her, “Yeah I mean, I was there and I know what happens.”

“Are you okay?” she asked, since she noticed he had been zoned in on the Natasha actress as well.

“Yeah yeah I’m fine,” he said, turning to face Lyla, “Is everything okay?”

Lyla leaned back in her seat so Clint could see you staring at the stage, starting to cry. He leaned across his daughter to reach over to you, shaking your shoulder lightly.

“Come on, let's get some air,” he said, shaking you again, “Kid lets go,” he said a bit louder, but still soft enough to not disrupt the show. You didn’t move so he gently grabbed your arm and pulled you up and away from your seat. You snapped out of it so he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and led you outside the theater.

Once outside, Clint kneeled in front of you and put his hands on your shoulders, “Y/n? Are you with me?”

Even though you were crying, you still nodded and managed to get a few words in, “I just miss her so much Clint,” you sobbed, leaning into him and hugging him. He understood how you felt so he hugged you back.

“I miss her too Y/n. I really do,” he said softly, “And I wish she was still here for you but she sacrificed herself so you could be safe. And so could everyone else and we have to accept it.”

You shook your head, “I know but I wish she still hadn’t. I’d rather be dead with her then alive without her.”

Clint pulled back from you and looked into your eyes, “Hey,” he said sternly, “How would Nat feel about you saying that? You know she would rather walk through Hell for eternity then let you die okay? So I don’t want to hear any of that crap. Keep going forward and make your momma proud. That’s all she ever wanted.”

You would have said something back but Cooper, Nate, and Lyla all came out from the theater so you quickly whipped your tears away and tried your best to act like everything was okay.

“Everything good?” Clint asked his kids.

“It was boring,” Nate said, leaning on to Clint.

“Yeah it was nothing like I expected,” Cooper said, with Lyla agreeing.

“Well then,” Clint said, “I know a great food place down the street. Let’s skip the rest of this show and go get food. Y/n, does that sound good?”

You nodded and the others agreed so you all followed Clint down the street to get the “best food in the city’ as Clint called it.

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OPERATION: TOGETHER, roman reigns and cody rhodes (iv).

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warnings: curse words, alcohol mentioned [the characterization you read in this fic doesn't represent them in real life (please separate fact and fiction)]

tags: (y/n) and cody finally getting along, do i smell jealous? yes i do!! twins in action once again, roman and (y/n) doesn’t argue in this one

THE sound of your alarm woke you up. the first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was your clothes. you were still in yesterday's clothes. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as memories flashed inside your mind. you remembered the events from last night. drinking with cody, opening up, finally accepting his friendship, throwing a tantrum at roman, and then crying your eyes out... it was indeed a wild night for you. you cringed at the memories, trying your best to push them away.

to say the least, hangover wasn't really a problem to you as you were used to drinking back when you were younger. now all you had to do was face the day, acknowledging all your doings from yesterday. it was 7 in the morning and you had to go to the arena to check on the production for today's show.

as you exited the room (with your fresh set of clothes), you felt someone tap your shoulders. you turned around and saw the same face you saw yesterday. "hi." cody smiled. you didn't know to respond as you once again remembered last night's fiasco. "how's your head? i have some tylenols if you want." you shook your head. "i'm good." was all that came out of your mouth. "if you say so." there was silence between the two of you.

"and why are you awake? your show starts later." you asked him. "i was gonna drop my costume and probably get some breakfast, i heard there was some good breakfast tacos near the arena... cheat day for me." he couldn't stop rambling. "what about you?" cody returned the question. "going to the arena to check the stage." cody's eyes lit up. "then let's go!"

once again, there you were–in his car, listening to him singing along to a country song that you have never heard before. "we can check out the taco spot together after this if you want to come... i'm not forcing you to go with me though. it's all your choice." you furrowed your eyebrows as he kept on rambling. "okay, fine. just because it's actually a good place. i've had it before."

the two of you arrived at the arena. you parted ways with him since he was going to deal with costumes and you were going to check with the logistics. "i'll text you later." you said to him, earning a nod. "let me know if you're done! see you!" you walked away from him, scanning the arena. the ring was already finished, you slid inside checking several spots.

"haven't seen you in awhile." you looked up and saw your boss, paul. "oh, i've been busy." you admitted. "yeah, i heard from the twins that you were pushing everyone to their limits." paul said. "it's gonna be one of their biggest feuds in years, of course i want it to be perfect." you pulled on the ropes, checking if they were strong enough to hold the wrestlers physique. “i’ll be here to help you tonight, don’t worry son.”

the two of you talked about the progress until a certain bleached-blond wrestler waved at you. you face-palmed as you saw him walking up to you. “are you done?” he asked. “yeah, i was just about to call you.” paul looked amused. “oh, making friends now?” he chuckled. “shut up, i can’t just have my boss as my friend.” you rolled your eyes. “anyways, see you tonight. i’m bouncing.” cody followed you to the parking lot, bidding goodbyes to his boss.

you paid for the food, insisting it as an emotional compensation for last night’s fiasco. cody devoured his breakfast like there was no tomorrow, not acknowledging that you were still sort of embarrassed by your outburst last night. “if you wanna apologize for last night,” he chewed his food. “you don’t have to, it was fun actually.” you still didn’t get him, but you were getting used to his presence.

“fine.” you muttered, taking a bite of your food. “but that doesn’t mean i’ll go out drinking with you again, rhodes.” he only grinned as a response. the two of you ate in silence. cody was about to say something before he stopped himself. “shoot the question before i throw this taco at you.” you glared at him. “never mind.” the wrestler shrugged his shoulders. “say it.” you threatened him with your fork.

“i don’t know… it’s quite personal.” he hesitated again. you knew he was going to ask about roman. “yes cody, i despise roman that much.” you stated. “to be fair, you have every reason to hate him.” that caught you off guard. “your feelings are valid, i just don’t know exactly what happened to you guys. but, hey! i’m all ears if you wanna talk about it.”

his sentence felt genuine. no matter how many times you tried to deny it, cody was a good person. he was actually trying to be your friend without taking you for granted (as far as you know). you sighed as you put down your food. “what happened between me and roman was in the past. you heard all those rumors and so, about how i cheated, about how we ‘mutually’ broke up, about all those shit… it wasn’t like that.” you confessed.

“he took me for granted. end of story.” even cody knew that the break up wasn’t your fault at all. it became a locker room gossip at first, but people never actually found out what happened between roman and you. “oh…” was all that came out from his mouth. “if you wanna dig up my past, then fine. but this is coming from me, the real source–roman reigns is a fucking dickhead when it comes to loving someone.” you drank your water, leaving cody flabbergasted. “right, don’t worry (y/n). i believe you.”

truthfully, you didn’t need people to believe you. you just wanted people to know that you were in fact still hurting. “i don’t need you to pick sides, he’s gonna be your partner in the ring for a long time.” he shook his head. “no, no. of course i’ll still work with him, it’s just… i just want to be friends with you (y/n).” he admitted once again. “what is it with you, rhodes? do you want a push? do you want something else?” you chuckled. once again, cody sighed in relief when he heard your chuckles. “not at all, i just wanna be friends without wanting anything in return. jesus, (y/n).” cody groaned.

you felt bad. this man was the first person to slowly crack you open after your break up. “i’m sorry. i’m not used to it.” you finally gave in and apologized. “it’s okay to put your guard up, but i’m serious right now-“ his sentence was cut off by a person standing in front of your table. “h- hi, can you sign my shirt?” a little boy approached cody. his eyes lit up in excitement. “hi buddy, sure!” you were trying your best to not crack a smile. cody took the sharpie and signed his shirt. “i wanna be like you when i grow up.” your heart melted.

“thank you so much, i can’t wait to watch you tonight!” the fan was having the time of his life. “i’ll give the best performance for you!” he waved at the fan and faced you again. cody saw that you were slightly smiling at the interaction. you had a soft spot for kids, especially the ones who were interested in your wrestling. you were once like him, having hopes and dreams of being a wrestler. that was until you were pulled by your dad from the ring. that was why you had so much passion for your job.

“as i was saying,” he was backtracking to his past sentence. “i’ll be there if you need anything. you can actually count on me, (y/n).” he smiled and you couldn’t help but to mimic his expression. you were smiling. “i made you smile!” his eyes widened in surprise. “shut the fuck up before i kick your ass, rhodes.”

showtime came and you were monitoring from the backstage. you had your earpiece in, ready to go. 30 minutes before showtime, you thought. you quickly ran to the locker room, briefing the talents for tonight. you knocked on the door, breathing heavily. “(y/n)?” to your luck, it was roman who opened the door. the man was wearing a t-shirt and his black trainers, his usual setup. his hair was still down, curls grew longer than usual. you mentally slapped yourself, “30 minutes before showtime, tell everyone to gather around.” without wanting to argue, roman nodded at your command. “okay.” you went to the other side, getting your other talent. “cody, open up!” you knocked. “it’s unlocked!”

he was already in his ‘promo’ suit and damn, he looked good, you thought. “my eyes are up here.” you smacked his shoulder. “30 minutes before showtime, let’s go.” he nodded and followed you. the bloodline was already there; jimmy and jey messing around like usual, solo gazing out, paul heyman fixing his suit, and roman was just standing there.

“right. now that everyone is here,” you paused for a second, pulling out your papers. “i don’t want anyone to fuck up. deliver your lines like usual, like we practiced. i won’t be taking any excuses.” everyone nodded in unison, trying to get on your good side. you were in your working mode, meaning no one dared to mess with you. “once again, if you fuck things up, you’ll be dealing with me.” your tone was cold like usual. paul (not the wiseman) popped up in the room. “why does everyone look like they are going to cry?” he asked, earning a glare from you. “that’s my cue to shut up.” paul laughed. “have fun tonight boys, don’t let her scare you! she’s harmless!”

the night went on and you were monitoring the cameras. “switch to camera 17.” you said to the earpiece. “right, ms. (l/n).” the staff replied. “i’ll be moving to sound, if anyone needs me just talk to me through the earpiece.” the crew nodded as you made your way to the sound room. “rhodes’s music in 5.” roman was delivering his lines and cody was supposed to interrupt him, like the script played out. you saw cody standing on the side of the exit door, he was fidgeting. “yo.” you patted his back. “calm down, you’re a professional. you can do this.” your words got into him, he flashed you a smile. “that’s the first compliment i got from you, thanks (y/n).” “don’t fuck up or it’ll be the last compliment i’ll be giving you.” still so professional, he thought.

“switch to echo, i think it’s better.” you said to the sound crew. “yes, ma’am.” paul was right next to you, muttering some words to the earpiece as well. “it’s going smoothly than expected. since this is the first time cody is in the ring with roman.” paul sighed in relief. “i think you got into their skin, they don’t wanna mess up because of you, son.” the man nudged you. “i’ve crafted this to perfection, if something goes wrong. it’s not my fault.”

everyone was satisfied with the night. it went perfectly as planned, no botches, the crowd loved it. the talents went backstage, feeling relieved that their night was done. but they couldn’t go home before you gave them the evaluations for tonight’s performance. as you entered the locker room, no one could read your expression. were you satisfied? were you ready to spit fire on them? no one knew. “good job.” was all that came from your mouth. “i’ll be expecting you all to keep it like this.” before anyone could say anything, you exited the room, continuing your job.

roman noticed that cody was stood up from his seat, wanting to follow you. at this point, he was just confused with your new friendship with cody. “what are you, her dog?” his sentence caught cody’s attention. “what?” he asked. “you follow her around, like a dog. she doesn’t need your help, you know.” roman said as he unwrapped his gloves. “i’m not her dog, i’m her friend.” cody clenched his fist. roman could only chuckle at his answer. “friend? good luck with that.” jey sighed in frustration. “that’s enough, uce. let the man be.” he gave cody a sympathetic smile.

“i don’t like him.” roman said, after cody left the room. “why?” roman shrugged his shoulders, leaning back on the couch. “man, you gotta realize that you’re no one to (y/n) now.” solo finally spoke up. “i know that.” he muttered in response. “could be anyone, but just not him… i don’t fuck with that dude being friends with (y/n). and why isn’t she bothered by him? thought she hated everyone here.”

“well she doesn’t hate us, she hates you.” “way to rub it in.”

was it jealousy? roman thought. no, he was so over you. but as soon as he exited the room, the champion saw you cracking a small smile to cody–it was in fact, jealousy.

a/n: i promise im gonna write a (y/n) and roman interaction in the next chapter (are they gonna argue or not???? who knows)

#roman reigns #the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #paul heyman #jey uso #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #wrestling #cody rhodes #jimmy uso #cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes x reader

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