#sorry for that bit i just felt the need to express that i do not appreciate the fact that they are in this song

[svtcrus]

THE WORLD OVER YOU || gojo satoru x gen!reader

synopsis: he chooses the world. it will always be for the world. for he is always one step ahead. as it was never about him from the start.

disclaimer: JJK MANGA 261 SPOILERS, lowkey angst, mentions of death

a/n: sorry for being gone! life’s gotten a bit busy..! hope this quick lil blurb will do you guys well :)

“what?” was the first thing said after staring at your lover in silence for the past 2 minutes. your eyes wide threatening with tears, and your brain mangled in confusion.

satoru looks at you with an expression you cannot decipher. his bright blue eyes never seemed to look as empty and emotionless as they do now. his countenance tells you nothing. it leaves you with nothing but shattering confusion.

(SPOILERS AFTER THE CUT)

“my body. i’m giving up my body to yuta if I die. we already talked about it, there will be no changes y/n.” he repeated. as if you didn’t hear it the first time. you understood him loud and clear. you had furrowed brows, a racing heart, and fingers clasping so tight you swear it would leave a scar.

it had just felt like you were born, lived, and died all at once in the spot.

“‘toru you can’t be serious-!” before you knew it you felt slight streams come down your cheeks. and it wasn’t out of the sadness at the idea he had planned this. it was sadness at the fact he may be sacrificing for a society that has only ever used him since the very beginning. that he is allowing them to ruin him, string your lover like a puppet till even after death.

all you had ever wanted was for him to be liberated, freed, unbound from this power. this power and strength; these abilities he was born with since he came to this world. you had all but wanted to see him be just satoru for one moment whether it was in life or when he died.

you were never extremely worried at the thought that satoru would die one day. you had expected— even thought of times— that there may come a day where he’s coming to your arms dangerously harmed or even dead. it was what you signed up for since the day you accepted lifelong commitment with him.

what you did not know that you were also giving up was the very fact given to you today.

“I have to. If we wish to beat sukuna, we have to plan every type of plan we can. we need backup plans, we need more than just a plan a and b.” the sound of his feet clicking against the wooden floors of his office ring. he’s stepping closer, cold hands grasping onto your arms. they glide down to hold your own hands, which are shaking. in which you didn’t even realize were.

“y/n, sweetheart. this is what you and I both knew when we took this job. when you knew of who I am. who I was born to be since the day my six eyes were known…” you could say it was silent, yet at the same time your quiet sniffles was the only thing heard. satoru looked down at you, with only a saddening but acceptive look.

“we both knew I wouldn’t be living till I was 90. with this job? I was fated to fight someone of equal or of stronger power than me. sure this way of life sucks, and if I can I would love to spend another lifetime with you till i’m 90.”

“but it’s simply not possible here… isn’t it? you are willing to do anything yet not everything for me. for us.” you finish off. knowingly understanding that you cannot change this mans mind once he’s made the decision. you should’ve expected this. satoru has always thought ahead since the day you met when you were both still students yourself.

“you’re always one step ahead of me.” satoru lightly chuckles at this. he takes this as a green light to finally embrace you. the setting sun dawning onto his back from behind. and you’ve never felt more warm and cold at the same time.

“my job requires me so... the world requires me so.”

@svtcrus || 05.23.24

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Let The Light In: Part 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Words: 3.2K

Pairing: Paige Bueckers/Media Manager! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Friends to enemies to lovers, reader is actually so incredibly in the wrong, but in this part P is also so incredibly in the wrong, slow burn, the girls are gonna need to confront some pretty deeply rooted attachment issues!!

A/N: Thank you for the love!!! I tried to get pt. 5 out asap so once again, if you see me editing this later, no you didn't!

—-

“Paige, hey Paige, look at me, it’s gonna be okay angel, just focus on me.” You were crouched in front her, slouched over in a desk chair, her tear-filled eyes staring blankly at the floor. Gently, you lifted her shaking hands to press against your clavicle before beginning to take an exaggerated breath, signaling for her to do the same. Her eyes, wide with panic, locked onto yours as she mirrored your breathing.

You had found her sitting alone in her hotel room, dressed and ready for the dinner you were supposed to be at 20 minutes ago. When it became obvious that Paige wouldn’t be making an appearance in the lobby anytime soon, you had told the team to leave without the two of you.

Paige took a deep, steadying breath, her eyes never leaving yours. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I just... I couldn’t.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured her, squeezing her hands gently. “You don’t have to apologize. Let’s just sit here for a bit until you feel ready, okay?” She nodded again.

You glanced around the room, taking in the scene. Paige’s button-up, a light blue that matched her eyes, seemed to hang off her like a heavy shroud. On the dresser, an untouched glass of water and a scattering of jewelry hinted at her earlier preparation for the night that now seemed so far away. The room felt frozen in time, every object a silent witness to whatever had happened as she got ready, whatever had led you to finding her in this state.

The clock on the wall ticked softly, filling the silence between breaths. Paige’s breathing was more even now, but her grip on your hands was still firm, as if letting go would mean losing her grip not just you, but on reality. You gave her a soft smile, hoping to convey the reassurance words couldn’t fully express. “Whenever you’re ready, we can go. Or we can stay here. It’s entirely up to you.”

She nodded; her gaze still locked on yours. “I don’t want to go anymore,” she said, her voice trembling but stronger than before.

“Okay. We can stay.” You shifted slightly, moving up to sit on the arm of the chair, leaning to rest your chin atop her head, your free hand running languid circles over her shoulders.

A few hours later, room service had been ordered and an old movie played softly in the background. Paige had curled herself into a ball at your side, looking over at your laptop while you flipped through pictures from the day's game. She seemed more relaxed now, her eyes following the images on the screen with mild interest.

“This was a good one,” you said, pointing to a picture of her after getting a particularly impressive shot in, her face had lit up with joy and you had automatically zoomed in to capture it.

Paige nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, that was a good one,” she murmured.

“You did so good today, P. ‘M so proud of you.”

She leaned her head against your shoulder, her body gradually unwinding from its tight coil. “Thanks,” she said softly.

“Always,” you replied, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, hesitating before you spoke again. “Do you wanna talk about it yet?”

A deep sigh left her parted lips. “You’re busy, it’s okay.” She pointed her chin to the computer resting on your lap, waving you off.

You nodded, turning your attention back to your screen, not pushing it any further. 

After sending your photos over for review, you had gotten ready for bed, and when you returned, her back was facing you. You drift off to the sound of her shallow breaths, assuming she’d already fallen asleep.

In the quiet darkness, right before you crashed, you had barely made out a whisper so soft that in your fatigue you’d written it off as your imagination. “I felt like I was drowning all day until you found me.”

You didn’t respond.

—-

You have been horrible you realize. Over the course of the night watching Paige, the memory of her saying "I loved you" had evolved, playing all your worst moments from the past few years over and over again like a broken record until you’d gotten stuck on the words: “I felt like I was drowning.”

Charlie had to take over selecting and sending the cover shots to Leo. Your posture now mimicking Paige’s that night, curled in on yourself, Charlie playing your role, sitting beside you protectively, and doing a much better job than you had at balancing both her work and your emotions.

Tears were running silently down your cheeks, with Charlie occasionally turning to you to wipe them off, her soothing hums filling the room. You vaguely remembered telling her how your mom had hummed you to sleep whenever you weren’t feeling good as a kid, and evidently, she had remembered. It seemed like everyone but you knew how to do this, how to take care of people, how to show them you love them.

Maybe, you wondered, you were meant to be alone forever. You didn’t know how to care for people the way they wanted to be, and it seemed as though everyone else around you had been born knowing. 

What was it about you that made it so hard? You must just be meant to be alone. All your love had been poured into the thing you were best at: photography, it has gotten to the point where there just must not be enough left for anyone or anything else. 

You thought that had changed when you met Paige; she was the first person who could have ever held a candle to your pictures, but in the end, you had chosen them over her. You had chosen yourself over her, again, again, and again.

Charlie paused in her work, noticing your silent despair. She leaned closer, her voice gentle yet firm. “You’re not alone, you know. We all make mistakes, but we can learn from them. You have a good heart, even if you don’t see it right now.”

You shook your head, the tears flowing more freely now. “I hurt her. I didn’t know how to help her. I failed her in every way possible.”

Charlie took your hands in hers, mirroring the gesture you’d once used to comfort Paige. “You did your best. You know, I took a picture too when she got hurt that day. Yours was way better obviously, but you weren’t the only one who took the shot. You were just the only one with your name attached to it, and that’s not your fault, that’s Leo’s. And I know you love the man but every now and then he puts our work over our emotions, and this was one of those times.”

Her words were a salve to your aching heart, but the guilt still weighed heavily on your shoulders. “I don’t know if I can forgive myself for even having ever wanted to take it,” you admitted, voice trembling.

Charlie squeezed your hands gently. “I get that. I felt bad when I looked at mine that night, but I thought about it some more, and I think that’s just what we do. It’s not a conscious decision but like a self-soothing thing. I mean, when Paige gets upset or things feel out of control, what does she do? She picks up her basketball. Your version is picking up a camera. Just start by being kind to yourself. You can’t change the past, but you can change how you move forward. And you don’t have to do it alone.”

You nodded slowly, the first glimmer of hope piercing through the fog of self-doubt, giving way to one of the first coherent thoughts you’d had all week. “Charlie, I think I still love her.”

Charlie’s eyes softened, and she gave your hands another reassuring squeeze. “Then tell her. Show her that you’ve learned, that you’re ready to be there for her in the way she needs. It’s never too late to try.”

You took a deep breath, the weight of your emotions settling into a more manageable burden. “I don’t know if she’ll want to hear it,” you confessed.

“She might not,” Charlie nods, “but you’ll never know unless you try. And even if it takes time, even if it’s hard, it’s worth it if she means that much to you.”

You buried your head in your hands, letting out your first proper sob of the night. Charlie wrapped an arm around you. The tears flowed freely now, in a cathartic release of all the guilt and pain you had been holding inside. For the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable, to let someone else see the depths of your hurt.

Charlie held you through it, her soothing hums a reminder that you weren’t alone. When the sobs finally subsided, you felt lighter, as if a part of the burden had been lifted.

“I’m scared,” you whispered, your voice hoarse from crying.

“I know,” Charlie said softly. “But you’re brave too.” 

You nodded, letting her words sink in for a few minutes before standing to grab your phone. Ignoring the pang in your chest when you saw all the messages left on read under Paige’s contact, you started texting her.

12/5/22

Just checking in

I’m stuck with Leo, I’ll be in the back asap

Read

They just told me you were taken to get scans. I’m sorry it took me so long

I’m praying everything comes back alright, call me whenever you can P

Love you

Read

Azzi called me, I’m so sorry this is happening

I tried to call you, I know you’re probably slammed right now so don’t worry about getting back to me. Just take care of yourself.

I’ll see you soon

Read

12/7/22

Good luck today

Love you P

Read

Nika told me everything went well!!!!!!

Read

12/10/22

Hey I just tried to ft you

Read

12/12/22

Call me back when you can, hope everything’s alright and that you’re feeling better.

I miss you 

Read

11/8/23

We need to talk

Sent 

“Who are you texting?” Charlie turns to you, curiously. 

Letting out a breath you turn to her, “Paige”

“Wait what?” Her tone of voice worries you, “Okay, okay, you know what, I did say you were brave I just didn’t think you’d be that brave, at least not right now.” 

Before you could respond, your phone buzzed. Your heart racing as you saw Paige’s name flash on the screen.

11/8/23

Yeah

U free now?

Your hands trembled as you typed out a response. “She wants to meet,” you said, barely above a whisper.

Charlie squeezed your hand reassuringly. “I’ll be here when you get back.” 

Taking a deep breath, you hit send and stared at the screen, watching as three little dots immediately appeared. Your heart pounded in your chest, the anxiety you had just passed flooding through you with a newfound force. When the message finally came through, it was simple: I’m not rooming with anyone this time, rm 1503.’

You stood frozen for a moment, the meaning of the message sinking in. This was serious, this was happening. 

Gathering your courage, you took a deep breath and headed toward the elevator, each step feeling heavier than the last. The ride to the fifteenth floor seemed to take forever, your mind racing with every possible outcome. What would you say? How would she react? Would she even want to listen?

As you walked down the hallway, the muffled sounds of other guests—laughter, conversations, the occasional clinking of glasses—faded into the background, your focus solely on the marks on the doors as you approached. The numbers climbed agonizingly slowly: 1500, 1501, 1502….

When you finally reached room 1503, you paused, your heart hammering in your chest. You took another deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly in both directions, and the muted lighting cast long shadows on the patterned carpet. The air felt thick, choking you with each inhale. 

You raised your hand, hesitating for a split second before knocking gently. The door opened almost immediately, and there stood Paige, her expression a mix of apprehension and determination. She stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter, still not speaking.

“Hi,” you said softly, your voice slicing through the silence in a way Paige must have disapproved of, you think, noting her slight flinch at you.

You stepped into the room, noting its simple coziness—it was nicer than yours, but that wasn’t shocking. A neatly made bed, a small sitting area by the window, and a suitcase still packed in the corner. The city lights outside cast a gentle glow into the room. Under very different circumstances, you’d have asked to set a camera up at the window for a few long exposures.

Paige closed the door behind you, then moved to sit in one of the chairs by the window you had gotten lost staring out of. “Do you wanna sit?” she asked, her tone carefully neutral.

You nodded, moving to sit in the chair opposite her. When the silence stretched between you, heavy with anticipation, you realized Paige wasn’t going to speak first.

“I know this isn’t enough, but I don’t know where else to begin: I’m so sorry for everything,” you began, your voice trembling slightly. “I’ve spent so much time thinking about what happened, and I realize now how much I hurt you. I didn’t know how to help you, and I didn’t put in the effort to learn how. I failed you. But I’ve been trying to learn from my mistakes.”

Paige looked at you, her eyes searching your face as if trying to gauge the sincerity of your words. “I felt so alone,” she said quietly. “I needed you, and you chose literally anything over me, that damn camera over me,” her voice breaking at the end of her sentence. 

You couldn’t tell if her uncharacteristically early display of emotion was just a sign of her fatigue or a sign of the true extent of her suffering.

Heart aching, you resisted the urge to reach out for her. That’s not something you’re allowed to do anymore. “I know. And I’m sorry, I’ll tell you every day until we die if you need me to.”

“I was horrible, and I didn’t see how much you were struggling, or maybe I just ignored it because I didn’t know how to handle it. You’re more important to me than anything else. I know I’ve hurt you, but I want to be better. I want to be there for you in the way you need.”

Tears welled in her eyes, and she looked away, her voice trembling. “I just—I just don’t know how to believe you.”

Your heart dropped to the floor. You felt the weight of her words, the profound sense of doubt and mistrust. This was the moment of truth, the crossroads where everything you had hoped for hung in the balance. 

“I understand,” you said softly, your own voice breaking before you can speak up again, “I spoke to Charlie earlier.” 

Paige winces at this, “I’m sorry for ignor-“ You shake your head softly, stopping her. “It’s okay.” 

Before she can open her mouth to disagree, you take a deep breath, readying yourself for what you were about to say. “Charlie told me she had taken pictures that day too. I’m not saying this to defend what I did, but to try to explain it because I’m still trying to understand it myself. She said that the reason she took the pictures was to cope with how awful everything was in that moment. You know how when things are just horrible and out of control, and you want to fix it but can’t, so you automatically start doing whatever you know how to do, even if it’s not helpful?”

Paige tilts her head, her brows furrowing in thought. You continue, “Like how when things in your life feel stressful or out of control, you go shoot hoops or something? I do the same with my camera. I just took it way too far that day. I’ve relived that moment a thousand times in my head, and I can say with absolute certainty that out of any choices I could have made, I made the worst one. Saying I’m sorry doesn’t even begin to cover it. And again, this isn’t an excuse, but just trying to make it make sense, or at least a little bit of sense.”

Your shoulders sag with something vaguely resembling relief as you finish. The silence between you stretched, heavy and suffocating. Paige's eyes remained fixed on you, her expression unreadable. You felt exposed, every word you had said hanging in the air, vulnerable and raw. 

After what felt like an eternity, Paige finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “You know, I meant it when I said I love you, and for a long time, I thought you could do anything and I’d forgive you.”

You nodded, hands quickly moving to wipe the tears that fell down your cheeks a little faster when you had moved your head. “You don’t need to forgive me. If you think you can, I’ll fight tooth and nail for it, but I will understand. I’ll always be here if you need me though."

You look up at her, reaching a hand out between the two, an olive branch of sorts.

"I’ll always love you too Pa-”

You’re cut off by the blonde suddenly standing from her chair, her movements hasty as she bends slightly over you to capture your lips with hers. The kiss is just as intense as it is unexpected, filled with a mixture of desperation and longing. It takes you a moment to process what’s happening, but then you kiss her back, pouring all your feelings, all your apologies into that one moment. Lips pressed roughly against hers, your hands find their way to her waist, holding her firmly in place as if afraid she might disappear, that this might not be real. 

Paige's body melts into yours, surrendering completely to you. Your hands gently explore the smooth planes of her back, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. As the kiss deepens, your senses become hazy, consumed by the sensation of her lips and the sweet taste of her mouth. You can feel the beat of her heart against your chest, matching the rapid rhythm of your own.  A mix of relief and longing wash over you. It felt like the first breath of air after nearly drowning, like finally coming home after wandering lost for so long. You pulled her closer, fingers pressing against her back, trying to commit every second to memory.

When Paige finally breaks the kiss, she’s breathless, her eyes wide and searching yours. 

“Shit,” she pulls herself back, hastily moving her fingertips up to press against her lower lip.

You can hardly speak, your brain trying to catch up with the overwhelming emotions swirling inside you. "What..." you begin, struggling to find the right words as you catch your breath. "What was that?"

She stands rooted in her spot in front of you, a deer caught in the headlights. “I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that. You should go.”

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TEEN READER X ARSENAL

Found Family

You stood infront of your mirror getting ready, wearing a pair of denim jeans and a cute cropped shirt as you put on light make up. You hear the door knock as you rush to grab your things and open it.

"well don't you look cute" beth squeals as she wraps you up into a hug.

"thanks beffy" you say with a laugh as you let go to hug viv"

"you ready to go kid" she says as you shut and lock your door.

"yep"

The drive only took around 10 minutes and before you knew it you arrived at a busy restaurant. Walking inside you instantly spotted the reserved table with your teammates. Once they see you they all start catcalling and cheering about your arrival.

"The kids here!" you hear katie yell as you give a little spin and a bow making them erupt in laughter.

"Well don't you scrub up nice" steph says as you take a seat between her and alessia.

"looking cute tonight y/n" alessia says as she gives you a side hug.

"thanks lessi" you smile back, opening the menu.

A drink was placed infront of you by leah who gave you a pointed look.

"it's soda" she says sternly, making you roll your eyes playfully. The rest of the team laugh as you were still under the age limit to drink.

"have you guys ordered?" you ask, skimming through the menu before putting it down.

"Not yet, what are you thinking of getting?" caitlin asks you from where she sat next to katie.

"Probably a salad" you reply with a shrug, earning a few concerned glances from the girls. Before they could ask any questions the waiter had come to the table taking orders.

"You been keeping up with your schoolwork y/n?" viv asks you after the waiter had left.

"yeah, just focusing on one project at the moment" you say hesitantly.

"Yeah your english right?" katie asks with a smile.

"er yeah something like that" you murmer.

It wasn't exactly english you were focusing on, it was music. From a young age it was something you had grown up loving. Learning to play any instruments you could get your hands on and writing songs about whatever. You kept to yourself about it, not wanting any attention to be drawn towards you. But when the opportunity to form a band came up when you met a few boys at your school you knew you had to take it. It was like a secret side hustle at this point. You played lead guitar and vocals while your friends Jacob, Alex and harry played drums, acoustic guitar and keyboard. You always told the girls you were going to friends houses to study but instead you were writing songs and having band practices.

You were interrupted by your thoughts as your food was brought out. Slowly eating your salad you felt your teammates eyes on you You listened to the band playing in the background, not registering when the next band was called on stage as you tuned in to the conversations around you.

"er, hi sorry" you heard a familiar male voice say, causing you to spit out your drink and look up. The girls give you a look of amusement as you cough and wipe your mouth.

"like something you see" steph whispers into your ear playfully. You hit her shoulder softly, sending her a quick glare before looking back up to the boy.

"what can we do for you? Do you want a photo?" Katie asks nicely but a tad bit confused.

"um no sorry, i just need to speak to y/n" he reply's kindly, sending you a quick look. The girls are suddenly surprised before they look at your alarmed expression.

"¿qué pasa?" you ask him, ignoring your teammates shocked expressions at the change of language. that they didn't even know you spoke.

"¿puedo hablar contigo en privado?" he reply's desperately, nodding to a direction away from your team mates.

"i'll be back in a minute" you say with a quick smile, getting up from your seat and walking with your friend Alex.

The girls stood their stunned for a minute before erupting in conversation with one another.

"what was that? who is he? how to they know eachother?" beth says quickly.

"Secret boyfriend maybe?" Kyra says confused.

"No she would've told me if she had a boyfriend" Alessia says confused.

"did anyone know that she spoke spanish" leah questioned looking over towards where you were talking to the unknown boy. She was met with an array of no's as the rest of the girls looked over towards you.

"friend from school maybe?" Caitlin questions.

"Study buddy?" Katie follows up raising her eyebrows in a suggestive manner and a cheeky smile.

"if i knew she spent all her time studying with a boy a would've said no" steph yelled with a horrified expression, causing some of the girls to chuckle quietly.

"i wonder what their talking about" viv speaks up, keeping a protective eye on you.

"y/n i'm so sorry, please, just this once, it means a lot" Alex pleads.

You weigh up your options. This could be your first real gig with your band, something you were all looking forward to, being able to share songs you had written infront of a large audience. Or you could expose your secret to your teammates and potentially get a talking to.

"yeah, yeah okay" you say with a small smile, Alex jumps into your arms and hugs you tightly.

"your the fucken best, the boys are setting their stuff up now, we were thinking of playing the song we wrote together and then you could sing 'lunch'?" he asks the last bit hesitantly.

You froze a bit, that song was something you wrote as a piss take, the boys the only ones knowing about your sexuality. But if singing this song infront of your teammates was going to be easier then coming out face to face then yeah, you'd do it. It's not like you're scared for their reactions or anything. It's not dirty at all.

"shit yeah okay, just let me get my notebook and pick" you say quickly.

"we'll meet you on stage" he says quickly. He take a deep breath before walking back to your table.

"what was that y/n?" kyra questions with a cheeky grin. All the girls look at you expectantly for an answer.

"ahah sorry i just need to do something quickly" you say nervously, walking towards where you were sitting. You quickly grab your bag and pull out an old notebook, flicking through the pages and finding the right song. You shove it between your arm before digging around for your guitar pick.

The girls watch in confusion as you put you bag down and take a big sip of your drink.

"wait where are you going?" leah asks sternly as you go to leave.

"um you know my english project right? So that doesn't exist" you say calmly. The girls give you confused and angry looks before you start speaking again.

"Before you get mad at me, the project is still school related and somewhat still involves english i guess" it wasn't exactly a lie.

"But you'll find out what it really is in a minute" you say pointing your finger at them.

They go to ask more questions but you quickly rush off. They watch as you walk up the steps and onto the stage, noticing how there were 2 other boys up there talking in a group.

"More study buddy boyfriends?" steph asks out loud in disbelief.

"what is this child doing" katie says confused.

"What's up everybody!" Jacob, your drummer yells into the microphone. The whole restaurant starts cheering as the group of people infront of the stage start cheering.

"we're 'Bulletproof disaster' and we're going to play a few songs for you tonight" he continues to say, you cringe silently at the choice of band name. It was a group vote that you had lost. but still has meaning. All four of you came up with that name as you've all been through some shit but are still mentally strong. So the name fits.

The crowd starts cheering as you sling your electric guitar over your neck and walk up the the microphone as Alex, Harry and Jacob all prepare their instruments.

"hi everyone" you say nervously as some people cheer, you look over to your teammates table and look at all their shocked expressions.

"This is a song we wrote together called 'Touch back down' (ocean ally), and er, i hope you enjoy" you say as the crowd starts to cheer.

You clear your throat before Jacob counts you all in, you play your guitar robotically, hitting the right notes before you start singing.

Over at your table the girls watch in shock and awe, seeing their team baby on stage and only now hearing how good your voice was.

"I did not see that coming" Alessia murmurs over the noise.

"what the fuck!" katie yells.

Soon enough your teammates are out of their seats and conversing with the crowd, making it up to the front row.

"oh, soon, Won't be long until we touch back down

i just want to touch back down"

You all sing together as the crowd cheer and match your energy, you don't even notice that your teammates were in the front row. To involved in singing and making sure you play your chords right.

You start playing your electric guitar riff as you sing and walk around the stage to each of your band members so caught up in the music. As the song comes to an end your ears start to ring due to the loud cheers from the room.

you laugh and look at your friends as you all look at each other with proud and ecstatic expressions. You see alex give you a small nod and smile causing you to let out a shaky breath and put your guitar down.

You face the crowd again, still not noticing your teammates at the front, your to caught up in the moment and energy from your last song.

"now this songs going to be a bit different" you say with confidence causing the audience to cheer and whistle.

"this is a song i wrote called 'Lunch' (Billie mf Eilish) so if theirs any kids around, block your ears" you say with a laugh looking at harry who points at you.

You start to set up but you were interrupted from a loud shout from the crowd.

"You're so hot!" You hear a feminine voice yell, causing you to laugh into the microphone.

"thanks baby" you say back seductively, taking a sip of water before clearing your throat.

"Kids block your ears?!" leah yells to the group of arsenal girls.

"i'm not prepared for this" steph yells to them, grabbing onto caitlin's arm tightly.

A loud beat starts playing as you bop around on stage. Being more confident with the song and not even thinking about anyone's reactions.

"I could eat that girl for lunch, yeah she dances on my tounge, tastes like she might be the one"

You sing softly.

Your teammates expression change from confused to suprise at the first lyrics. I mean who could blame them. This is the first time hearing about you liking a girl, well girls, and it's shocking the way you're singing about it.

"And i could ever get enough, i could buy her so much stuff, it's a craving not a crush, huh"

You sing softly before jumping a bit to the change in beat. The whole crowd starts cheering and bopping to the song as you start moving around the stage.

You continue to sing and dance around the stage, paying no care as you start interacting with the crowd.

"i'll run a shower for you like you want, Clothes on the counter for you, try em on, if i'm allowed, i'll help you take them off"

You sing in a different tone than before, showing off more of your raw vocals. The crowd goes crazy as you sing at the edge of the stage, interacting with more of the crowd as the boys play the music behind you.

As the song comes to an end your left breathless in the middle of the stage, the audience continues to cheer as you turn around and start hugging the boys.

"You're insane" they yell over the loud cheers, you continue to laugh before turning back to the microphone confidently.

"so that's me coming out i guess" you laugh into the microphone.

"Thanks for listening, we're 'Bulletproof disaster'" you say with a wide smile as you and your band exit the stage.

Your teammates make their way back to the table, all sitting in stunned silence for a few minutes before Kyra speaks up.

"soooo"

"what the fuck! I didn't know she could sing like that!" Beth yells dramatically.

"She's gay?!" Katie yells with a proud smile.

"Alessia did you know?" Leah asks confused

"no she never told me" alessia says somewhat hurt. You were one of her best friends and yet you were keeping this massive secret from her.

Before they could keep talking about you, you walked back up to the table, sitting in you seat and and putting your stuff back in your bag. You take a sip of your drink silently, mentally preparing yourself for the questions and scolding's.

"So training tomorrow, do you think jonas will make us run heaps of laps again or just light work?" You speak up calmly as if nothing just happened, you look up from your drink to all of your teammates stunned expressions.

"Y/n M/n L/n what the fuck was that?!" steph was the first to question, making you shrink in your seat a bit.

"soooo was that a yes or a no?" you say with a scared smile.

"come on we're going back to yours so you can explain what the hell that was" Leah says already packing up her stuff.

Soon enough you were all lounged around in your living room. You sat on your couch wrapped up in your blankets with your teammates all around you.

"go on, ask your questions" you sigh, shrinking into the couch. All of the girls start yelling at the same time.

"One at a time please" you say, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and not liking the attention. Leah notices your discomfort as she silences the group of girls.

"So your school project obviously wasn't english?" viv speaks up first.

"no, it's music" you mumble

"why didn't you tell us?" beth asks causing you to shrug.

"didn't feel the need to, it's not that big of a deal" You reply.

"Y/n you just sung original songs you wrote, infront of a massive crowd, it's a big deal" Kyra speaks up softly, you look at her with a small smile before looking back down at your hands.

"And those boys? there not your study buddy boyfriends?" steph asks sternly, causing you to look up confused.

"Did you not listen to my last song or do i need to sing it again?" you ask generally.

"No please no" she answers shaking her head, causing a few of the girls to chuckle.

"so your into girls?" caitlin asks hesitantly.

"yeah" you whisper quietly while nodding your head.

"why didn't you tell us Y/n/n?" Alessia asks hurt, you make eye contact and notice her expression.

"It was easier to come out with a song then face to face" you say ashamed. If you maned up and just told the girls personally then they wouldn't be as hurt as what they were. Well that's what you thought, they all understood that everyone has different ways of coming out and coping with a change like that.

"You know we would never judge you if you did come out to us personally, right y/n?" kyra speaks up softly. There's a moment of silence, the girls hearts sink at the thought of you not being able to tell them something big like this with the thought of them judging you for it.

"y-yeah i know, it's just hard to tell people when i've spent my whole life being told that i shouldn't feel this way" you say quietly, fiddling with your rings as you start to tear up.

"what do you mean?" Katie asks gently, the girls all confused at this new piece of information.

"erm, my parents are homophobic, like really badly" you say unsteadily causing the girls hearts to break.

"They know now obviously, that's why i live by myself, but it's still hard to tell people without thinking they'll leave me because of it" you say the last bit quietly, you feel a dip in the space next to you and a pair of arms wrap around you.

You melt alessia's arms as she holds you tightly, you feel tears rolling down your cheeks as you lean into her more, quickly wiping away your tears.

"We're not leaving you anytime soon y/n/n, we love you no matter what" she whispers as she leans her chin on the top of you head, looking at the girls with a heart broken expression.

It only now registered in their heads, why you live alone. Your parents kicked you out and you've had to live by yourself after your parents disowned you because of the gender you liked. None of them could imagine what you've had to go through nor how you were feeling.

"It's okay to like girls y/n, everyone has different ways of coming out, and yeah it's not always easy, but you have this massive support group right behind you and we'll be here with you through whatever your going through. Because every single one of us are your family, and we're not going to leave you like your parents did, okay?" kyra says gently as she kneels infront of you and holds her hands in yours. Your teammates around you start tear up as kyra speaks maturely for once.

"jesus kyra, why is the one thing you ever say that's not annoying, the reason i cry" you say vulnerably with a broken laugh as you squeeze her hands tighter. A few girls around you chuckle sadly as kyra moves to sit next to you.

"I can be mature sometimes" she whispers, kissing you on the head.

Before anyone could say anything else you phone starts ringing, you reach into your pocket and pull it out. Clearing the lump your throat you answer the phone and put it up to your ear.

"Y/N YOUR SONGS BLOWING UP, ITS ALL OVER THE INTERNET?!" The boys all yell at once down the phone, making you wince slightly. No doubt all your teammates in the room heard it.

"oh really" you say back calmly, as if you weren't just about to break down not even a minute ago.

"we're so proud of you y/n" You hear Harry talk down the phone.

"thanks guys, i was only able to do that because of yous, you know that right?" you say generally. From what they could hear the girls knew you were obviously close with these boys.

"oh and um, some manager came up to us after you left, wanted to hear more of our songs, well yours especially" Jacob speaks up, perking your interest as you sit up a bit, the girls looking at you intrigued as they couldn't hear what your friends were saying anymore.

"oh, er what did you tell them?" you ask confused.

"we told them that we had to talk to you before making any decisions, he said to call him in a week once we've decided" Alex speaks softly.

"we understand if you need more time to think about it" he continues to say.

"yeah no, i'll call you back tomorrow and we'll talk about it, i'm not in the right head space right now" you say quietly, tapping your fingers on your thigh.

"yeah that's fine, is everything alright?" they ask concerned.

"yeah yeah, everything's fine, um" you say hesitantly, glancing up at the girls for a second before you continue talking.

"just um, just another episode but i'll be okay" you say quietly not totally sure.

The girls glance at each other confused, just how long have you been feeling like this?

"oh y/n/n, we're here if you need okay, are you with anyone right now?" they ask concerned.

"y-yeah im with a few of my teammates" you say with the smallest smile.

"okay, okay good, we'll talk tomorrow, we love you"

"love you too" you whisper before hanging up. You stare at your phone screen for a few seconds before powering it off and putting it down.

There's a few moments of silence before katie speaks up.

"has this happened before?" she asks uncertainty, referring to the 'episode' you mentioned.

"oh um yeah i guess" you murmer, leaning back into kyra and alessia as they hug you tighter.

"The boys normally help me out with it, make sure i'm still eating and looking after myself, stuff like that" you say quietly, you feel alessias grip on you tighten, knowing she had eating problems at your age aswell.

Alessia suddenly stands up, you look at her with a concerned expression.

"sorry i just need a minute" her voice breaks as she speaks, turning around and heading towards the kitchen.

"it's fine y/n, i'll go talk to her" leah says as she gets up and follows alessia after seeing the scared expression on her face.

Leah walks into the kitchen to see alessia on the floor leaning against the cupboard with her knees tucked in.  Silently she sits next to her, noticing the tears in her eyes.

"How didn't i notice, i'm her best friend lee" Alessia cry's

"None of us noticed less, don't put the blame on yourself" leah reply's softly, putting an arm over her.

"we just have to be there for her, make sure she's okay" leah continues to speak softly.

"y-yeah of course, it's just" alessia stops herself

"just what less"

"she's like my little sister, it hurts seeing her this upset" alessia whispers as she leans into leah's side.

"yeah i know, it hurts us all seeing her this upset, but she needs us like we need her" leah reply's softly, feeling alessia nod against her.

"come on, let's get the kid to bed, how about you sleep with her tonight, it'll make you both feel better"

"yeah okay" alessia reply's softly, wiping her tears as they both get up and walk back into the living room.

"come one love, let's go to bed yeah?" alessia says softly as she's now standing infront of you. You look up to her as she grabs your hand and pulls you off the couch.

"are you staying?" you whisper to her vulnerability, causing all the girls hearts to break even more.

"yeah i'll sleep with you tonight, is that okay?" alessia asks back unsurely causing you to nod before you turn to your other teammates.

One by one you give them a hug as they whisper sweet words into your ears. You hug kyra last, tightly wrapping your arms around her.

"thanks for what you said kyra, it means a lot" you whisper into the crook of her neck.

"what i said was true y/n, we love you, now go get some sleep okay" she says back hugging you tighter, you kiss her on the cheek softly before filling alessia back to your room.

Steph comes up to kyra and wraps her in a hug, feeling the younger girl melt into her tough.

"i'm proud of you Kyra, what you said meant more than you know" she said quietly, feeling kyra nod her head.

Back in your room you had changed slowly into your pajamas, giving lessi a pair of your clothes before climbing in bed and making room for her. Alessia gently slides in next to you, wrapping her arms around you protectively as you lay your head on her chest.

"i hope you know how proud of you i am, it's a big thing to open up like that" she whispers quietly, kissing your head softly.

"Thanks lessi, i love you" you murmer quietly before slowly drifting off to sleep.

Tomorrows talks were something you weren't looking the most forward to, but knowing you had a found family by your side made it a lot more easier.

#woso community #woso x reader #arsenal #matildas #alessia russo #kyra cooney cross #leah williamson #steph catley #lunch

[sturngirly]

– ‘Like a dream’ – Matt Sturniolo.

in which... you invite your bestfriend matt over to smoke weed and it takes a quick turn.

warnings: first person, SMUT, no use of y/n, stoner!matt x female!reader, oral m! receiving, unprotected sex (DON'T DO), p in v, praising, etc.

HII, this was a request and i'm living for it. I'd like to clarify I KNOW the triplets are sober, this is only fiction for entertainment!

It's almost 10 pm and i'm waiting for Matt to arrive on the sidewalk of my house while smoking a cigarette. We don't live very far, just a few blocks away. I only ever smoked weed with him since he's the person I trust the most, i'm friend of his brothers too, but i've always been closer to Matt after they got us together for a science project in freshman year. By the time I finish my cigar, i see Matt getting closer to me.

– what are you doing outside, stupid? – Matt said, laughing at my face and giving me an expression of disgust when he saw me take the last drag of my cigarette, he never liked that i smoked, telling me that it is hurtful for me, what hypocrisy coming from someone who smokes 1 joint a day, but he excuses himself by saying that they are less harmful than cigarettes.

– I was waiting for my best friend with the joint he promised me – I responded, reminding him the promise he made me to give me one the next time we saw each other.

– you asked and you received – he said, approaching to greet me with a hug, i reciprocate it and then help him enter my home (almost like his house because he spends much of his time here too)

– do you want to make brownies with me when we finish smoking? – I told Matt as he took off the simple gray sweatshirt he was wearing, lifting his shirt a little, letting me see a bit of his abdomen and the edge of his calvin klein boxer. I realized that i was looking more than usual when Matt snapped his fingers at me catching my attention.

– hey, did ya hear what said? –

– oh sorry, no, what did you say? – I said in a confused tone, clearing my throat.

– I said sure, if ya have the ingredients we need – he said giving me a smirk seeing that my cheeks turned pink because i thought he realized i was looking.

– oh yes I have them, don't worry... soooo let's get into it – I exclaimed in an excited tone, giving him a little jump to show my impatience.

– 'kay kid –

We began to roll the joint that Matt brought so that he could then light it up, giving it a good hit, letting it run through his system expelling it through his nose and throwing his head back.

– this is good shit, so make the most of it – he commented, handing it to me. I gave it two hits, coughing and tearing up after i felt my lungs fill with smoke.

– be careful pretty, it's not going anywhere, just enjoy it – he said, taking the joint from my fingers. We continued this back and forth game until we were sufficiently high. Matt put it out, putting what was left in his pocket.

My eyes started to fall shut by how tired they felt, i could see Matt with the same expression as me, an expression of relaxation and peace, his brown hair looked delicately brushed, his half closed blue eyes and somewhat red on the cornea, his jaw looking sharper as he threw his head against the back of the couch we were on, his tattoos looked better than i could remember and everything about him looked hotter.

i felt Matt slowly lean on my right shoulder and i instantly began to pet his hair, everything felt so comforting and at the same time there was a slight tension that i couldn't decipher.

Matt began to lift his head towards the crook of my neck, the hairs on my arms stood up giving me goosebumps when i recognized Matt's lips resting on the skin of my neck and his hot breath caused me to start sweating a little.

I moved closer to allow his lips to collide completely and he took that as a sign to start leaving light kisses in that area. I don't know what began to take control of me when I lifted his chin and planted a kiss on his pink lips, it just felt right in that moment. I felt his body tense slightly but he slowly interlocked our lips, placing his hand between my cheek and my jaw intensifying it, it was a long and passionate kiss but it became messy and full of need, when we separated to catch air he could barely open his eyes, he gave me a smirk that filled my stomach with butterflies.

– I thought this was never going to happen – I could smell the weed on his clothes that intoxicated my nostrils, making the moment even more intense. I took the initiative to straddle his lap, looking directly into his reddish eyes. He brought his hands to my hips, bringing me closer to his chest which caused him to groan when I brushed against his crotch.

– does that feel good? – I said boldly as I felt something grow below me.

– fuck... yes, sorry, I don't want to pressure ya into anything you don't wanna to do.. i've just been imagining this for a long time –

– me too baby and i do want this, keep touching me, please – i plead beginning to rock my hips back and forth against his now hard bulge, rubbing our noses and crashing our teeth in a hungry kiss, him responding to it by moaning lowly into my mouth. Matt started to bring his hands below my shirt squeezing every part of my body he could immediately reaching to my boobs discovering i didn't use any bra today.

– you're so beautiful like this.. god, i'm starting to feel like this is a dream – he panted breaking the kiss to praise me.

– help me take my clothes off, i'll help you with yours, i need to feel your skin against mine.. – I said sliding my hands to the hem of his shirt taking it off, then matt slowly took mine off throwing it somewhere across the room, too impatient to see my naked body. After the shirt was discarded, Matt started kissing my chest right away getting closer to my breast every second passed, everything felt slower then it was by how high i am and began to get desirous for more. I got slightly up so i could get my shorts to my ankles and throw them where my shirt went on the ground the next second putting my hands on the waistband of his sweatpants pulling them down along his boxers making his length spring up almost slapping his stomach, my mouth made an 'o' shape admiring his large cock in front of me.

– you wanna give it a taste sweetheart? – he said in a smugly tone making his pride known just by seeing my reaction.

I didn't even respond to what he said, I just got on my knees on the floor grabbing his shaft with my right hand stroking it to spread the precum he already had on his pink tip, i could hear his moans which gave me the determination to get closer and wrap my lips around his length, swirling my tongue around it earning groans and whimpers from matt biting his bottom lip as he jerks his hips up making me gag by him hitting the back of my throat. I catch a glimpse of matt's face and I can see him squeezing his eyes shut and his jaw tightening, this makes me bop my head up and down faster. He moves his hands towards my head brushing my hair in a hand made ponytail to match my rhythmic pace, i start to feel matt shake meaning he is close to his release. Before he can reach his climax, he grabs my head out of his dick making a pop sound.

– 'don't wanna cum yet, 'wanna be inside you baby – he says as he lifts me up from the ground onto his lap again, feeling his tip sliding against my already wet slit.

– ya ready? – he asks before he goes any further.

– more than ready – i consent soon feeling him gently inserting himself inside me making me whine in pain which slowly turned into pleasure the minute he bottoms me out, i start to move up and down at a steady pace that grows faster by the second focusing on reaching both of our orgasms.

– you're taking it... shit.. so good.. mgh for me pretty girl – he groans out feeling the most pleasure he's ever felt on his life.

– so.. big mggh matt.. – i manage to moan out as he pounds onto me at a fast rhythm.

– i'm so close... cannot keep up any longer fuck.. – he says feeling his orgasm creep up, as soon as he says that i start clenching around his cock chasing my own high which made the knot on my belly tighten.

– FUCK matt i'm cumming mmh – i cry out squeezing my eyes shut as i feel the same knot snap and juices coming out of my cunt. Soon after i ride out my high, matt let's out a loud moan cumming inside of me, this new feeling makes tears well up in my eyes out of overestimulation.

After a long silence, just pants trying to catch our breaths and cuddling in the same position we finished he spoke.

– god, that felt like a dream, i don't even feel high anymore – he said laughing a little.

– it was awesome matt, i really been waiting for this moment – I confessed inviting him to a sweet and slow kiss on his now reddish and pump lips.

– i don't feel like making brownies now, i just wanna cuddle with you –

this probably has a lot of bad grammar i'm sorry bout that

#sturniolotriplets #mattsturniolo #chrissturniolo #nicksturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x you #sturniolo fanfic

[iwritefandomimagines]

REGRET — COOPER HOWARD/JOHN HANCOCK

masterlist

part one | part three [coming soon]

pairing: new bf!cooper howard/the ghoul x reader, ex-bf!john hancock x reader

description: you finally head to goodneighbor for a well earned rest… but hancock’s jealousy (and cooper’s possessiveness) might get in the way of that.

warnings: angst, swearing, jealous!hancock this time as well as jealous coop when you talk to him hehe.

author’s note: ok so i didn’t want hancock to be an ass (like that’s my og ghoul bf🤝) so he’s less of a prick than initially intended while cooper is… well… himself. but i hope u enjoy <3 part one linked above and smutty pt.3 coming soooon

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“Ya sure you’re alright with this, sweetheart?”

Cooper calling you sweetheart had once ignited within you a combination of fear and excitement, never quite knowing whether he was doing so to tease you or with some semblance of affection.

Now, though, it spread warmth throughout your body — a sense of comfort knowing that he cared about you, with sweetheart being just one amongst a myriad other terms of endearment he used for you.

“‘S okay, Coop,” you tightened your grip on his arm where yours curled around it, “I got you, I’ll be fine.”

He hummed, seeming satisfied with your response as he leaned to press a kiss to your forehead, “If he so much as—,”

“He’s not gonna do anything, good or bad,” you shook your head, “He’ll probably just play the hospitable mayor and pretend he don’t know me, if anything.”

Cooper looked down at you now, trying hard to decipher your emotions.

You could tell, even after days of trying to reassure him, that he still had some fear you’d abandon him to return to a life in Goodneighbor once you saw Hancock again.

You leaned in a little closer, head resting on his shoulder as you made your way towards The Third Rail, heaving in a deep sigh at the familiar warmth it brought you.

You fought hard to ignore the stares coming your way, or the mumblings of Hancock’s men as they nodded for you to head on down.

“Alright, darlin’,” Cooper cooed, leading you to the bar, “What’dya want?”

Immediately upon replying (a bourbon, as always) you felt a shadow of a figure appear at your other side, as if he’d had a radar set for your arrival.

Cooper seemed uncharacteristically unaware for a moment as he busied himself ordering from Charlie, all while your former lover’s breath fanned over your neck.

“Well I never,” god, just hearing his voice again made your throat dry up… Even more so when you turned and saw his pained expression, “Didn’t count on ever seeing you here again. Especially not with company.”

The way he spat the last word made you shiver, unused to hearing him speak so harshly to you.

“We’ll be out of here in a few days— we just had a hell of a week,” you swallowed thickly, avoiding catching his intense gaze with yours, “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have—,”

It was now that your travelling companion noticed the other ghoul at your side, a snide grin on his face, “Well fuck me, didn’t take ya long did it?”

Before you looked at him you’d worried this was directed at you — that he thought somehow Hancock’s presence beside you had been invited.

But one glance saw his steely gaze fixed on the man before him, simultaneously threatening as well as mocking.

“Long time no see, Mayor. My sweet lil Y/N over here told me you’d been oh so hospitable last time she was here,” his hand fell to your waist possessively, watching Hancock’s eyes follow the action, “So we’re crashing at the Rexford for a couple nights if it ain’t no trouble.”

Hancock scratched the back of his neck, contemplating how to respond.

“We can leave if you want, John,” you choked on your words as you realised your error, “Mayor.”

“‘S fine, doll,” he bit, forcing a smile for you as he glared across at Cooper, “Welcome as long as you need. Can I speak to you alone for a minute though? Won’t keep ya long.”

You looked over at Cooper, not to seek permission but just to see how the request had gone down with him.

He was less than impressed.

“Is that a good idea?” you whispered shyly, fiddling with your fingers as you eyed the floor.

“Why wouldn’t it be, sunshine?” Cooper’s teasing seemed to have extended to be at your expense now too, and though you knew it was probably just 200 odd years of loneliness impairing his filter — you had to fight back the urge to roll your eyes, “‘S okay. We’ve got a hotel room to ourselves tonight, can’t keep you to myself the whole evening, can I? Much as I can’t wait to get you alone.”

You watched Hancock kiss his teeth — he knew Cooper was just trying to get a rise out of him, but it was certainly fucking working.

He chose to ignore him.

“C’mon, darlin’. Just a minute’s all I need.”

You sighed, “One minute.”

You followed him out of the room, cautious of the privacy you were being afforded as you turned to send Cooper a shy smile.

“How long’d it take you to find him, huh?” his voice wasn’t accusatory, he just sounded sad, “I ain’t trying to start a fight, I just hoped if I saw you again we might make things right. Didn’t expect you to be with someone else.”

You scoffed, “John, you ended things between us and it really fuckin’ hurt. I’m not sure you really get to be jealous or hopeful or whatever this is.”

“I made a mistake, sunshine,” he stepped towards you, “Been layin’ off the chems a little more since you left and I’ve been seeing straighter. I missed you.”

You gulped, feeling bile rise up your throat at his words.

Months ago, you’d most likely have jumped straight into his arms and forgiven him.

Now, it pricked it your heart in a totally different way. While it comforted you to know he’d made a change since losing you, it hurt that he couldn’t have done it sooner.

Besides, you were finally happy again now — Cooper made you happy.

“It’s a little late for that, don’tcha think?” you pouted, “And I know you’re more mad ‘cause he’s a ghoul when that’s like half the reason you decided we couldn’t be together.”

“I just thought— well, think, you deserve better,” Hancock frowned, “I’m just surprised.”

You sighed, “C’mon, don’t condescend me because you’re jealous.”

“I’m not condescending you,” he suddenly looked irritated more than sad as he had before, “You’re travelling around with a fuckin’ bounty hunter who’s bad news when you were—we were happy.”

“I’m happy with my fuckin’ bounty hunter, too,” your fingers made air-quotes as you snapped at him, “Can I remind you again who ended things here?”

“Alright, you’re right. I’m being jealous, but you can’t blame me,” he sighed defeatedly, closing his eyes for a moment contemplatively, “I’m really struggling since I’ve been cuttin’ down on the chems and—,”

You laughed bitterly, “Oh so you only miss me ‘cause you need something else to fixate on?”

“Low blow, huh,” he huffed, “You were the best thing that ever happened to me, sweetheart. I miss you ‘cause you’re you. Just got a clearer mind so can’t do anything to keep you off it now.”

“John…” he was stood closer to you now, and you were trembling under his close gaze, “I’m sorry—you broke my heart for no real reason and this is just—,”

“I’m sorry for treatin’ you like you can’t make your own decisions and— well, I fucked up. I regret it more than I’ve ever regretted anything,” he chuckled at his own words, “And I’ve done a whooole lot worth regretting.”

He drew in a sharp breath as you stayed silent for a moment, waiting for some kind of response that he never received.

You stood silently, biting your lip as you tried to calm your unsteady heartbeat with deep breaths.

He unfolded his arms, raising goosebumps on your skin as his hand rested on your forearm, “Look, Y/N, I ain’t gonna do anything you don’t want, I just had to see if there was any hope—he ain’t just any ghoul, I just don’t wanna see you with the wrong people.”

Before you could reply, you heard a kerfuffle outside, low grumblings of “you can’t go in there” and “wait outside” punctuated by the door swinging open to reveal Cooper.

“The only wrong person for Y/N right now is you, Mayor, so if I were you I’d watch where your hand’s going damn carefully.”

If looks could kill, Goodneighbor would’ve been mayorless in that moment.

Hancock didn’t retract his hand though, only raising his other one to dismiss his men, “Heh, you’ve made a lapdog out of the big bad bounty huntin’ ghoul I see, sweetheart.”

You watched Cooper’s hand rest on his gun at his side, staring at him a wide-eyed.

You knew he wasn’t stupid enough to shoot the mayor and that he was merely trying to threaten him, but it panicked you all the same.

“This here might be your town, but that there is my girl,” okay, his possessiveness could be really hot, “And if ya think I’m gonna let you sweet talk her after breakin’ her pretty little heart? Well, them chems really done fucked up your brain.”

The mayor shook his head, “Oh you’ve made that quite clear, but Y/N’s a big girl and can make her own damn decisions,” he glanced over at you now, “Me and you were happy before I went ‘n’ screwed things up, you can’t blame a man for trying.”

“Well, your mission failed,” Cooper pouted teasingly as he sauntered to your side and hooked your waist to pull you in close to him.

“Oh, ‘m sure you’ve had plenty of them, cowboy,” Hancock laughed through gritted teeth, sad eyes watching you lean into your new partner’s side, “Well, we had some good times sunshine, but I can see you‘ve moved on ‘n’ it looks like I can’t do anything about that.”

You sent him a small smile, looking up at Cooper for a moment to find him watching carefully for your response.

“I’m sorry, John,” you frowned, contemplating reaching out to hug him in a tactile show of forgiveness, “You’re right, things have changed. But that don’t mean our time together meant nothing to me.”

He smiled sadly at you, eyes briefly flickering to send daggers in Cooper’s direction.

You continued, “And I hope us being here don’t cause any trouble now. I’m happy, ‘nd I want you to be as well. We’ll, uh, see you around?”

“I’m glad you’re happy, really,” Hancock cooed, “Even if it’s with him. So yeah, I’ll see you around, gorgeous. Stay safe.”

“You don’t think I can keep her safe?” Cooper challenged, hand on his hip again as he snarled at him.

Hancock scoffed, “For someone so certain she doesn’t want me anymore, you sure are determined to make this a pissing contest, aren’t you?”

“C’mon, this is ridiculous,” you huffed, “I’m right here, for fucks sake. Right now I just need a drink, so if you guys are gonna carry on like this I’ll just go get one on my own, I guess.”

Hancock heaved in a deep sigh, itching for a hit of Jet given all the tension this conversation had left lingering in the room.

He didn’t want to fight over you like a possession, and he knew that really Cooper didn’t either.

“‘M sorry, Y/N,” he stepped back, turning to walk away, “Go on. I’ll see you soon.”

“Wouldn’t count on it,” Cooper hummed, and you nudged his side at the continued warpath he seemed to be on, “Now c’mon sweetheart, we got a hotel room to get to.”

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ok so this ended with cooper pissing you off in order to make way for makeup sex in part 3 basically hehe. im not sure how i feel so will probs come back to edit but i hope you enjoyed!!! feel free to request more… ive got a fluffy hancock fic almost finished too <3 in the meantime here’s my masterlist. x

#john hancock #john hancock x sole survivor #john hancock imagine #john hancock x reader #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard #cooper howard imagine #the ghoul #fallout #fallout imagines #the ghoul imagine

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Blackmail - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

scene is f!mc during the shadow of friendship quest where she needs to talk Ominis out of telling on Sebastian to be committed to Azkaban BUT instead of the soft reaction we get in-game what if Ominis has actually harbored deep desires for the mc until now and since he's aware that she has feelings for Sebastian instead, uses this opportunity to "blackmail" the mc into convincing him to not put Sebastian away. so really a non-con scene of dark!ominis x f!mc if you will requested by @moongurl95 via dms

Genuinely so sorry this took me like three weeks but my life is in shambles literally setting this up to post while sheltering from a tornado 💀 but don’t worry I’m fine. Anyway I hope this is what you’re looking for 🫶🏻

Warnings: blackmail, threats, dirty talk, non-con, Dominis, stolen virginity, unprotected sex, creampie

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She stood beside Sebastian who paced the stone floor beside his blonde companion. The air in the undercroft hung heavier than ever around them. Ominis was being brutally honest, telling Sebastian that his twin, Anne, couldn’t bear the thought of turning him in. Sebastian was a bit shocked, pacing back and forth while trying to defend himself before Ominis finally gave a sigh, saying he’d give Sebastian some time to think.

As he walked away Sebastian resumed his nervous pacing and she approached him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “I can’t believe he’s gone. How did things go so wrong? I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to-“ He shook his head in dismay. “Oh Anne. I was only trying to help. I can’t leave now. Anne needs me more than ever.”

She nodded, her head felt full of confusion and worry but she’d grown to care for Sebastian and couldn’t imagine that he’d truly wanted to hurt anyone. She knew the lengths he was willing to go for Anne. That kind of love and devotion spoke to her. “Don't worry Sebastian. I shall speak with Ominis.”

Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. You’re a real friend, truly. No matter what happens from here, I’m glad we met.” With that he turned and walked to the exit of the Undercroft. She waited till the doors chimed and she heard him exit before she turned with a sigh toward Ominis.

She could practically sense the dark cloud looming over the other side of the undercroft and a sort of unease rolled over her. This wasn’t going to be an easy conversation. Ominis had sensed her approach and decided to tell her what had happened after they’d spoken last. He’d run back to Hogwarts and before he’d been able to speak to the headmaster Anne had contacted him. He’d rushed to Feldcroft and found Anne with Solomon’s body. How deeply stricken with grief she was. “I don’t want to lose Sebastian but I don’t think we have a choice.”

She chewed her bottom lip with a worried expression. “Ominis…we do have a choice. What good would it do now to turn him in? He clearly regrets everything. He’s not going to do anything like this again.”

Ominis’ eyes darkened. “What makes you so sure? You’ve said that about nearly everything else thus far? You said letting him into the scriptorium wasn’t going to end badly yet he casted Crucio on you without a moment's hesitation. You promised the relic wouldn't cause harm yet he was ready to throw our entire friendship away just to take it with him.”

She looked down. He was right. Everything he’d said had been true. Yet she had grown fond of Sebastian both as a friend and maybe more over the span of their year. “Ominis I know how this seems but Sebastian isn’t like this. He made a mistake…it was for Anne’s life.”

Ominis’ tone turned angry, the same scowl that first day she’d come from the Undercroft painted his features as he took a step toward her. “He’s got you wrapped around his finger…he used you…and you don’t even seem to care?! You’d rather blindly ignore the damage he’d caused to make him the hero in your book because you’ve begun to harbor feelings for him haven’t you?”

She was about to deny it but what was the point? Ominis had so clearly seen through everything and while she hated to admit it, he wasn’t wrong. “I…suppose I have. I just want the best for him and Anne…it makes no sense to send him away now when Anne will be needing her brother the most.”

Ominis’ scowl darkened. “I see. So are you willing to accept the punishment for his actions? You’re an accomplice to murder if you choose to continue down this path. If he continues on the way he is I will not hesitate to turn you both in for these crimes.”

She blinked, honestly shocked about what he’d said. But she truly believed that Sebastian was good deep down. He just let this get away from him. “Yes. I understand. I promise. He won’t cause anymore trouble. Just don’t take him from Anne.”

He agreed begrudgingly, taking another step forward. She backed up a step, bumping into a stack of crates with a gasp. His voice came out dark and low. “So you are the kind of girl who falls for the villain then?”

Her eyes widened in surprise as her head whipped back around, his tone dark and a bit husky. His palm came up to rest on the crate right beside her face, his body pushing closer. “What are you willing to give up to ensure I don’t turn you and Sebastian in? What price would you pay for a life that’s already been stained in blood?”

The knot in her throat solidified and it felt like she had mouthfuls of sawdust she had to swallow in order to form words. “Ominis, w-what are you talking about…we don’t have to give up anything…we just don’t tell anyone…”

Ominis chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “I’m well aware darling. I asked what you were willing to give up in order to keep me quiet. This deal has nothing in it for me. You and Sebastian get away with murder and I’m stuck holding the truth for nothing while you both run off and fall in love. Hardly fair if you ask me.”

Her eyes widened and she suddenly understood what was happening. She moved to run but his hand, much stronger than she’d imagined, came up to hold her wrist, wrenching and pinning it above her head, shortly joined by her other. “Now now, no running away from your problems anymore. You need to come up with a solution I’ll accept or you won’t be leaving here. You better get thinking before I decide for you.”

Her mind reeled over what she could offer him. What did he want? She thought and thought but nothing came to mind. He grinned darkly. “My choice then. I can work with that.”

He moved quickly, spinning her and bending her over a crate. She gasped, surprised by the suddenness as the wood bit into her hip bones. His surprisingly strong body pinned her down with ease, one hand holding her wrists above her head while the other worked at pulling up her school skirts. “Tell me darling, are you currently taking contraceptive potions?”

Her heart pounded in her chest. Her body had the choice of fight or flight and for some bloody reason it had chosen to freeze. “I-I no…why would I-?”

He’d laughed, cutting her off while pulling her underwear to the side. “Well you better start my dear. Because if you manage to conceive I’ll ruin your pathetic life. As a Gaunt I refuse to carry forward the bloodline.”

She listened to the sound of his belt being undone and blood whooshed in her ears. She knew the time to speak up was now but she was still at a loss for words. She couldn’t very well deny him after he’d made the threat to turn her and Sebastian in. She had to stay quiet and take it, if not for herself and Sebastian’s innocence than for Anne still having a relative to care for her.

She pressed her face to the crate, tears welling in her eyes. “O-okay. I-I won’t let that happen.” She listened to him as he hummed in satisfaction and she listened to the shuffle of his pants as he pushed them down. She felt the blunt tip of him at her opening and she sniffled, stiffening up with nerves wound tight.

Ominis huffed, trying to push forward but her tense body wouldn’t allow his entrance. “For Merlin’s sake you need to relax. Just imagine it’s Sebastian like always and it’ll be over before you know it.”

She sniffled again as he released her hands and they immediately went to the edge of the crate, gripping so tightly her knuckles turned white. “S-Sebastian has never…I’ve never…”

His eyes widened in recognition and he pulled back, voice coming a bit softer this time. “You’ve never…not once?”

She nodded and his hand came to swipe away the tears, his other hand coming to slide her hair behind her ear. “It feels good after the initial bit you know…if you could survive the pain of Crucio you can make it through this and it’ll start to feel good. You don’t even have to imagine it’s me...”

She sniffled and nodded carefully, he brushed her cheek and his other hand dipped between them to rub the blunt tip up and down between her slit. The sensations were all new but the feel of him stimulating that bundle of nerves between her legs had small spikes of pleasure shooting up through her. She hated it.

She tried to fight it, her body may be wanting this but he was good at pushing the right buttons. She didn’t want Ominis. She was still stuck, she had to do this for Anne and Sebastian to be a family. She sucked in a shaky breath that turned into a whimper as he slid over her clit again.

His warm breath ghosted over her neck. His chest, which was pressed against her back, rumbled. “That’s right dear. Relax and let your body take over. Turn that brilliant brain off for a bit and put yourself somewhere happy. It’ll be over soon.”

He notched himself at her entrance and she let another few tears slip, rolling down her cheeks. She tried to imagine that this was Sebastian above her, that it was after the ball and he’d asked her to go somewhere private. Just then, slim fingers slid between her folds and rubbed small circles around that bundle of nerves.

She moaned out softly and his hips slid forward, his tip kissing that barrier within her that she knew would end this pleasure. She pushed the thought away, trying to imagine those fingers a bit thicker and rougher against her body. She tried to imagine what breathy sounds he’d make or what encouragement he’d whisper against her skin.

A moan from between her lips and Ominis’ body sank forward, pushing past that barrier and sending spikes of discomfort through her body. But as quickly as the discomfort started his fingers redoubled with the pleasurable circles and she was arching into it and whimpering in pleasure. His breath came gently across the back of her neck as he slid her hair out of the way. “That’s right Darling, just like that.”

She moaned low as he praised her, his hips slowly moving back and forth inside of her but he focused most of his intentions on her clit. She was at the very least thankful he didn’t want her to be in pain.

She tried to force herself to think about Sebastian again but the way Ominis’ breathing picked up and his slender body slid against hers as he began to thrust deeper dragged her out of the daydream. She hated how her body reacted, her stomach flipping and swirling and tightening as she listened to the small puffs of air and panting that left his lips.

The pinching discomfort between her legs slowly morphed into hot pleasure that rippled through her in waves. She gripped the crate tighter and his thrusts grew longer and deeper. “Great Merlin you’re so fucking tight, I’ve never had a witch who was a sweet little virgin. I don’t think I can go back after this. Or if this is all just you we may have to convince Sebastian to share your brilliant little body.”

His words sent shocks of pleasure through her and she moaned, pushing her hips back. This felt so good, she struggled to maintain her fantasy of Sebastian ravaging her when Ominis was the one here making her feel so incredible. Pleasure swirled deep in her stomach and she tightened, forcing him to groan behind her. “You better be careful squeezing around me like that. Might just get the idea you actually like this with me or something.”

She whimpered, unable to hold another ripple of pleasure from surging through her. His fingers moved faster, making her arch into his touch for more. “Fuck yes, darling. That’s it. Make me cum, pretty girl.”

His hips slammed deeper till their bodies had no space between, his thrusts growing faster. Her poor hips were going to be bruised and sore from being slammed forward into the crate. The head of him nudged against a spot inside of her that had her seeing stars. She hadn’t even realized how loudly she’d cried out.

He chuckled darkly, angling her hips so he’d hit that spot with every single thrust. “That’s it, come on love, you know you want to cum all over my cock after I took your sweet innocence.”

She made a pitiful sound, the pleasure was too much and the emotions swirling inside of her caused tears to form in the corner of her eyes. His fingers rolling deft circles and him nudging into that spot was all too much for her.

She heard him groan in what sounded like sweet agony as her body stilled, her traitorous body tightening around him. He tensed, holding onto her hips for deer life as he pumped into her. She grew slick and sticky between her legs and she pressed her forehead against the crate, letting her tears fall as she composed her breathing.

Instead of staying to comfort her, he pulled out, casting a cleansing charm on himself before tucking himself away and fixing his attire. She stayed there, quietly crying as his seed and her blood mixed and dripped down her thighs.

He cleared his throat and she finally stood up, not bothering with a cleaning charm and just righting her clothing. She wouldn’t feel clean till she soaked in a boiling hot bath for several hours. But she turned to find him standing there as if nothing had ever happened. “I’ll take this into consideration when I talk to Anne about how best to break the news to the Headmaster. For now you can tell Sebastian I’ve chosen not to turn you both in. But this only lasts as long as you both stay away from the Dark Arts. Understood?”

She nodded, quickly feeling like an idiot before giving him a shaky verbal response. She wouldn’t let her sacrifice be for nothing. She’d make sure the fluffy haired brunette would stay in line no matter the cost.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #ominis gaunt #dark ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt smut #little emerald snake #request

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(Hi! I just wanted to say that this is one of the first stories that i write, sorry if it’s not so good, quick disclaimer, this is an angst story, and contains some fluff, the ending will not be a happy ending probably, i still need to decide, this is the first part, i hope you enjoy and english is not my first language so sorry for any grammar mistakes)

Ellie, Dina, Jesse, Y/N

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''i will wash all your clothes for a year, if you can make her fall in love with you''

''Bet''

''Ellie i don't think this is a good idea''

''Oh c'mon, a year without washing your clothes? Sign me up, this will be easy''

''I won't be so sure if i was you Williams, Y/n is a pretty hard person to talk to, imagine make her fall in love with''

''I won't fail, and you better go grab lots of soap for this year cause you're gonna wash all my clothes''

Ellie said cockyly, this was gonna be easy, she thought to her self.

''Ellie are you sure, i mean it's not a very cool thing to do dude''

''You guys need to chill, it's gonna be fine Y/N will fall in love with me so fast that she won't be able to leave my side evr again.''

''I won't be so cocky if i were you Williams, you got 2 weeks to make her fall in love with you, if you win i will wash your clothes for an entire year but if you fail, you're gonna have to do that for me''

''You got your self a bet''

''Good luck then''

'' I won't need it!''

Ellie watched the citizen walk away before turning back to her 2 best friends.

''What?''

''Ellie, i love you, you're my best friend, but this is a bad idea, i know it's gonna end badly''

''You guys worry too much, it's gonna be fine''

''If you say so...'' Jesse said looking at Dina worried, the same expression was also on her face.

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Y/n L/n

You were a pretty independent person, you first arrived to Jackson a year ago, and you were the same age as Ellie and her 2 friends, Jesse and Dina, although even if only a small group of people had your same age you never talked to any of them, you were alone most of the time, reading, writing, drawing, helping out the village or just admiring the sky, Dina talked to you once and you guys had a nice but short conversation.

You were kind and also independent, and prefered to stay alone, some people wouldn't understand your cold nature, some said you were so cold because some really fucked up shit happend in your past wich was reosonable, others said it was because you just didn't like people, but one thing that everybody egreed on was that you were loyal and kind, even if you didn't talk much the people in the village could still see a gentle and sweet aura in you, so most people would try to get you out of your shell but failing miserabily at doing so.

You were pretty, people knew that, but you would never let anybody get close to you.

That's why it was gonna be a pretty difficult challenge for Ellie to make you fall for her.

But she was determined.

Maybe too much, that she should've just stopped before she even started for the best...

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You just finished helping the people in the village cleaning some stuff, and you were taking a break, feeling the soft breeze against your soft skin felt like heaven, your light purple dress moving ever so slightly from the breeze.

''Can i sit here''

''You opened your eyes a bit startled by the voice and noticed a pair of soft green eyes looking at you, waiting for an answer.

''Yes, you can.''

You said moving a bit making space for her to sit down.

Ellie smiled softly and then she spoke again.

''Taking a break?''

''Yes, it's a been a tiring day''

''I could see, i kept seeing you move from place to place''

You hummed in agreement, and closed your eyes once again enjoying the peace and breeze.

After a minute or so of silence, Ellie spoke once again.

''I'm Ellie by the way, i don't think we were ever had time to talk properly before from the day you came here''

You opened your eyes softly and looked at her nodding.

''I'm Y/n''

''Nice to meet you Ellie''

''The pleasure is all mine sugar'' Ellie said, a grin on her face.

You ignored the nickname and looked at the sky once again a minute passed and you stood up on your feet making the green eyes girl look at you.

''It's getting late, i should go, good night Ellie''

''Do you want me to walk with you to your house'' Ellie said a smile on her soft lips.

''No thanks, it's fine, but thanks for the offering''

''Anytime sugar, Good Night'' Ellie said

You nodded and started to walk away, Ellie's eyes never leaving your form, now getting smaller and smaller by each second until you were nowhere to be faund.

The green eyed girl sighed softly and stood up on her feet.

Well that was a good first interaction, she was gonna make you fall for her so hard that you will never be able to leave her side again.

She was sure of it

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Thank all of you for reading, i'm sorry this chapter was pretty short i will try my best to publish the second one as soon as possible, Bye

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Stressful Situations

Hello! The fic below the cut was written by the lovely @suueeeeeee ! They messaged me asking if I would be willing to edit and post this for them and after reading this delightful fic I had to say yes!

To the 2 people who requested fics! They are in the works but may take a little longer as I'm leaving for the weekend! Thank you so much for the love and support y'all!!

It was yet another day, another rehearsal and another stressful session of Andrew and the band trying their best to make sure they’re all set for today’s concert.

Ever since (y/n) had started to accompany Andrew on tour, she’s been nothing but a delight in everyone’s eyes. She made sure they all ate, stayed hydrated, and well-rested and genuinely cared for them as if she was their mother.

She sat down on the side watching them with those eyes that said ‘I’m so fucking proud’. She enjoyed every part of this tour, everything about it made her happy. She loved Andrew and therefore watching him do what really makes him happy tickled her insides and made her all giddy.

She noticed how on edge he was today, and how he was taking it out on everyone else. She felt bad for everyone but she bad for him specifically. Poor lad’s been extremely tired and exhausted. Anyone would be the same if they’d been touring nonstop for almost 2 months now, and having to put so much energy into shows every couple of days.

She felt bad for Andrew but also for the band, they were trying their best but for some reason something was messed up every now and then which resulted in Andrew cursing loudly, not at anyone in particular but just out of frustration.

She sighed and got up, heading towards him. She placed a hand on his back, stroking it softly.

“Love, take it easy, don’t stress yourself much, it’ll be okay.”

She says with a soft smile attempting to comfort him and calm him down a little bit. She felt a vein was about to pop in his forehead and he’d get a headache from frowning so much. He looked up at her with a blank expression.

“(Y/n), please. The last thing I need is distractions. Don’t tell me what to do, we have shit to get done.”

He snapped at her and this was the first time within their 9 month relationship that he had done something like this. She was taken back a little. This attitude definitely was weird cause Andrew never behaved this way even in times he was stressed out the most. She gulped and nodded her head, fighting off the tears.

“Yes yes, of course. I apologize, ehm- I’ll just wait in one of the dressing rooms, sorry guys.”

She looks at them with a sad smile and Alex turns to Andrew with the angriest glare.

“The fuck is wrong with you?”

Alex spit at Andrew and slung off his guitar then followed her immediately. They weren’t particularly close but he appreciated her taking care of Andrew and of the whole band. The woman was sweet and kind and it hurt him to see Andrew speak to her that way. He ran after her and he could see her shoulders shaking which confirmed his thoughts that she was crying.

“(Y/n/n), wait.”

He calls for her by her nickname and places a hand on her shoulder. She turns around to look at him with teary eyes and a wet face. She wipes her eyes quickly and sniffs not wanting to seem weak or like a crybaby. He just takes her in for a hug.

“He didn’t mean it, you know he’s crazy about you, but he’s just stressed. It’s not an excuse though. You have every right to be upset just don’t take it to seriously, okay? I’ll kick his ass.”

She pulls back, chuckling a little then nods her head with a sigh.

“I know, Alex. I’m not upset with him, I’m just upset for him. He’s been so exhausted and it’s starting to take a toll on him. I’ll just give him some time. Maybe after tonight’s show he’ll feel a little less stressed.”

Alex blinks at her and wonders how the fuck someone could be this peaceful and kind. Now, Alex was 10x angrier with Andrew for hurting her feelings and he intended to give him a piece of his mind but after tonight’s show. He softly rubs her shoulder.

“Just go get yourself something to drink and don’t think about it much, I’m sure he’ll apologize in no time.”

She nodded and thanked Alex and walks away, but it was obvious she was still upset. He sighed and walked back to the main stage area to find Andrew still strumming the guitar with the same frown except it was now deeper. The tension was too thick and the vibes were really bad unlike how it would normally be. He picked up his guitar again and when Andrew noticed they started rehearsing again.

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One time while performing, Andrew finished his water bottle and he kept on looking around for someone to refill it for him but for some reason everyone was busy with technical difficulties going on so she took it upon herself to get him another water bottle. She didn’t think much of walking on stage as she just wanted to get Andrew his water cause poor thing’s vocal cords must’ve been screaming for help.

When she walked on stage, everyone was confused, including Andrew himself. She handed him the water bottle, took the empty one with a smile. His heart exploded at that moment and he instantly reached out and hugged her which caused her to blush deeply. He was openly hugging her in front of everyone, which was something she wasn’t used to, which also caused the fans to go crazy for that moment. After he let go, she ran backstage, but ever since that moment, (Y/n) made an appearance every concert when handing Andy his water bottle which was always thanked by a side hug.

Andrew was thinking to himself, would she do their ritual tonight even though he was a total ass towards her? He openly admitted to himself that he was mean and rude towards her, but his energy lately had been so low. He’s starting to get exhausted from the constant traveling and performing. Therefore, he decided to get her some flowers and take her out for dinner after they’re done with the show. However, he was upset at the fact that there’ll be no water bottle from her tonight which will get the fans talking and it’ll just create a hassle he’s in no mood for.

Much to his surprise, amidst his performance, he heard loud screams and cheers which confused until he felt someone place a water bottle down on the floor in front of him and he looked and saw his beautiful partner. She looked up at him with a tight smile then walked back. At this point, his heart exploded with so much love for that woman and his love for her grew a million times.

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The show was an absolute success, the vibes were very nice despite everything happening prior to the performance and everyone was happy with how everything came out.

Everyone was putting their things back in place and was making sure they’re all set to retire to their rooms to relax after a long, stressful and emotionally draining day.

Meanwhile, (y/n) was in the tour bus, packing a small backpack to spend the night in a hotel. She kept reminding herself that he never meant it and it was his tired mind talking but she just couldn’t accept the fact that someone spoke to her that way in front of the whole band. Had they been alone, she would have just ignored it, joked about it and teased him until he became less grumpy but the fact that he snapped at her like that, for some, reason felt humiliating.

She walked out of the tour bus when Alex was going in. He saw her bag then frowned.

“Where are you going? It’s late.”

He asked her, feeling genuinely worried. He started thinking the worst. Is she going to leave Andrew? Is she going to fly back to Dublin for a break? She was the one mostly keeping their times fun on this exhausting tour leg and particularly keeping Andrew’s strength to keep going despite the exhaustion.

She sighs, looking away, not really knowing what to say.

“I’m spending the night in the hotel around the corner, Alex. I don’t think I could be around Andrew tonight. I might say something I regret and make things worse.”

“Did you at least let him know?” He knows he can’t change her mind but he also thought this was a good solution cause as chill as they both seemed to be. When they get angry, they’re monsters.

“Well- that’s going to be your job. Don’t you dare tell him where I am, Alex. Just tell him I’m fine. Let me torture him a little.”

She grins evilly and Alex lets out a laugh. That was her typical behavior, managing to make fun and humor out of dark situations.

“Alright, but let me know when you check in and come back first thing in the morning.” He pulls her in for hug then lets her go before watching her walk away.

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She got settled in and changed into her night shirt, getting into bed. She decided to scroll down through instagram for a little, seeing that Andrew posted snippets from today’s concert as he does every time. She liked them but it was obvious to her that he wasn’t really in his normal state. She pouted, starting to feel guilty for leaving him when he’s feeling like this. She was supposed to support him through everything and the first time he does something like this, she reacts like this? Then again, he was rude towards her in front of other people. Her mind was racing with thoughts and she was feeling as if she was drowning in this dilemma when she heard knocking at the door.

She curses to herself, knowing it’s probably Andrew, cause Alex couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Deep inside, she was hoping he’d come to her. When she peaked through the door, it indeed was the one and only Andre Hozier-Byrne. She sighs, opening the door and steps to the side, nodding for him to come inside.

He walks in silently and she sees the flowers in his hands. He got her Verbenas, her favorite. He clears his throat and hands them to her.

“Ehm- I got you these.”

Truth be told, he didn’t know what to say, as the situation was awkward and it was the first time they'd dealt with something like this. They both were really chill and peaceful, when they disagree about something they just leave it and agree to disagree without forcing their own views on each other or anything like that. They both always treated each other with respect whether they were alone or with other people. She accepts the flowers, placing them on the bed next to her where she sits as he takes a seat in front of her on the small sofa.

“Love, I’m incredibly sorry. I know what I did was wrong, but I’m just so down, exhausted. I don’t feel the best. I know that this isn’t an excuse and you have every right to be mad, but please, don’t leave me.”

She could hear the desperation in his voice and she looks at him, surprised.

“Andrew, are you insane? Why the fuck would I leave you? Yes, I’m upset. I understand your point, but still upset. For you to apologise and acknowledge your mistake is more than enough. It’d take much much more than this for me to leave you. You’re stuck with me.”

She grins, sitting next him and taking him into her arms. He cuddles against her, resting his head on her chest, enjoying the feeling of her fingers combing through his hair. This was the only thing he needed. To be alone with his beloved after a long day, wrapped around each other.

#hozier #hozier fluff #hozier x reader #andrew hozier byrne #the hoziest #andrew hozier byrne x reader #hozier fanfiction

[george228732]

MEMENTO AMICIS

It was a cloudy, rainy day, with Popstar still recovering fully from the attacks produced by Fylass, Cosmounse and Niru, so it wasn’t surprising that some harsh weather was going to follow, although by Magolor and Susie’s research, it shouldn’t be too bad, just a minor inconvenience - it was so minor in fact, that Dedede and Meta Knight decided to start their relationship officially with their first date; they confessed their feelings for eachother as a couple the night after the battle that saved the Galaxy and the Universe. Kirby, Bandee and Fylass are being taken care of by the Waddle Dees, since they still have proper recovery to follow, Kirby especially, since he lost his copy abilities. The King and his Knight still needed to take care of themselves for a bit, but they felt healthy enough to go out to a fancy restaurant before the rain catched them up on the way through.

Meta felt awkward to willingly go out without a mask, not only with people around, but also when he’s just starting his romantic life with the King of Dreamland, nonetheless - even then, it was a choice he did himself, even Dedede asked him if he was okay with going out maskless, since he knew that he’d be uncomfortable without it, but the knight thought that it’d be a necessary step to take, since he didn’t need to hide anything anymore, he just needed to take more time with it…

''Wowie…! Look at us! We got here in time…! I can already hear the rain behind us, and we just entered…!'' Dedede sputtered, breathing in and out after running before the rain reached both.

''In…Indeed. Nova, we should have asked Fylass to lend us his umbrella…'' Meta spoke back.

''Oh well! We can’t do anything about that now. At least we’re not soaked wet for it now! Here, let’s pick a seat…!'' He walked towards one of the free tables and sat down in a ''kingly'' manner. Meta followed after, trying to hide his flustered expression with the hat he brought along for the occasion.

''Ah… Perfect…'' Dedede may seem excited and relaxed about what he’s doing, but it was clear that he was nervous that he could screw up the date in any moment, wagging his tail awkwardly and having difficulty with keeping eye focus on his significant other, and so did the other, they were pretty much in love with each other but at the same time it was awkward that they were actually doing this together - they didn’t know that they’d be dating someone in the first place, let alone dating each other, so it was a start…

''...Sooooooooo… Any movies you’d wanna watch when we’re done here?'' Dedede asked awkwardly.

''...I am not sure… In fact, I don’t know what movies there are for today…'' Meta responded.

''...Riiiiiight. We could watch, uh… Uh… Man, I dunno. I guess we’ll figure out when we go there eventually, today is OUR day! …Yeah!'' The king was doing his best to make Meta feel welcome but he’s not sure if he’s either ruining the date or somehow making it better.

''I mean, yes, this is what the day’s all about.'' Meta said. ''...Sorry if I still seem too serious for me to be dating, I am still not used to these romantic activities… I do wonder if my father did have the same problems… He’s a very kind man, and very charming to the eye.''

''Oh! Speaking about that! I’ve never got to see this, but your eyes are so beautiful! Such a bright yellow glimmer! I could look at them all day.'' He said, either complimenting or flirting, or even both.

''A-Ah… Thank you, kindly.'' Meta slightly blushed. ''That Memento Mori given by Morpho really gave out more perks than expected…''

''...Memento?'' Dedede asked.

''Oh, yes, I forgot to explain that… I might explain it later, since it’d be probably very heavy to explain it during a romantic date with you.''

''Ah, ah… Understandable…!'' Dedede was invested in what Meta was planning to say, but overall knew that this was a date, not a place where he probably was going to get depressed afterwards. ''...Hey, uh…''

''Yes…?''

''Do you… uh…. like this? Do you love me? Am I, uh, doing something wrong?'' He was getting pretty insecure about all this - he loves Meta, that’s obvious, but he feels like if he’s acting like this, maybe because he’s doing something wrong.

''...What kind of question is that?'' Meta answered. ''Of course I do…! I said it in front of you.''

''I mean, yes! But… I mean, why would you love ME out of all people. Just look at me! I am messing this date up! I dunno what I am doing wrong, but I am doing SOMETHING wrong, right? I’m truly sorry if I am making this worse than what it was planned. You deserve something big, something great! And I feel like I am not delivering what I should…''

''...Listen, my King. Please, erase those thoughts from your head. You are not doing anything wrong. We just still need to get used to this. I can do nothing but promise that I’ll always appreciate your company and love you, because that’s what I feel… Don’t feel like you’re doing something bad because it’s slow, at least this time.'' Meta responded.

''...Wow. Uh… I… I guess you’re correct. I can also promise that I’ll always, ALWAYS, find a way to love you - I did all this in the first place because I love you. We love each other…! Right?''

''I couldn’t have said it better myself.'' Meta chuckled. ''I love you, my King. I’ll always support you, even if this all seems awkward.''

''I love you too, my knight. I’ll do the same for you. For us…!''

''I am sure.''

It was still awkward, but maybe now, it wasn’t that bad, from there, other small conversations happened. Soon enough, the conversations became longer and longer, and they felt more comfortable with talking about… just about anything.

''Ah! Hello, King and… Meta…!'' A Waddle Dee suddenly came into the scene, apparently being a waiter. ''Sorry for the delay, Marx has been making a mess on the other door about his meal not having a kids toy, even if this is a high class restaurant. Should I take your order?''

''Oh, yes! I forgot about that… Yeah, we’ll take…''

#Metadede #meta knight #king dedede #my art #my doodles #oneshot #Kirby #kirby au #Fylass #kirby Series #niru termina #cosmounse #bandana waddle dee #bandee #bandana dee #marx kirby #marx

[wavernot4love]

it is in fact tourdust round two eve babey can i get an

#posted while frantically still making stickers #fob darien i believe in u do not let me down #also i truly do enjoy this song just not lil #tw violence #“just received felony charges last year for beating & pulling a gun on my ex girlfriend in public” vert's 20 second part #sorry for that bit i just felt the need to express that i do not appreciate the fact that they are in this song #thank god daryl palumbo is there to give it a redemption arc #ok back to positivity my point here is i am very excited and will make Certain the pit goes hard to bmth #Spotify

[uzurakis]

jjk men w gf who’s overly sensitive and they said something that hurt her feelings? ^___^

FALLING INTO ARGUMENTS?!

featuring: megumi fushiguro. gojo satoru. itadori yuuji. geto suguru.

n. nonnie, allow me to spice your req a bit by make them getting into arguments which hurts your feelings in the process. sorry it took a longer time to write this cause i really don’t want to mess their characterization on this one t—t you also didn’t say i need to end it with comfort so…

GOJO SATORU.

the atmosphere was heavy with tension, as if every breath you took stirred up a storm of unresolved emotions. the soft glow of the desk lamp cast long shadows across the room, accentuating the lines of frustration etched into gojo satoru’s face. his piercing gaze fixed into yours, a silent challenge hanging between both like a veil of uncertainty.

as you stood before him, the weight of his dismissive words bore down on you like a crushing weight. it was as if every syllable was a dagger aimed straight at your heart, each one leaving a deep, painful wound that threatened.

you cried out, "i can help, satoru," your voice quivering with a mix of hurt and desperation. "please, just let me help you."

however, his reply felt akin to a blow to the face. "i don’t need your help, alright?" he yelled, his voice snapping like a whip. "i've got this covered myself.”

the words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, filling the space between you guys with a palpable sense of defeat.

you begged, your voice almost audible, "but satoru, we're supposed to be in this together. i thought you trusted me. isn't that what relationships are built out of?”. nevertheless, his expression remained impassive, a mask of indifference that hid the pain lurking beneath the surface. “trust has nothing to do with it," he replied, voice colder than you had ever heard it before. "i do better alone."

with those comments, the abyss between you and gojo deepened, threatening to swallow both whole. then as you turned to leave his room, the weight of his rejection settled like a stone in your gut, leaving only a hollow ache and the bitter taste of regret.

the silence of the room was deafening, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioning and the steady rhythm of his own heartbeat. every fiber of his being screamed for him to go after you, to swallow his pride and beg for your forgiveness, but something held him back, he didn’t want to pull you into his mess any further.

with a heavy sigh, gojo sank into his chair, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he let out a long, ragged breath. the weight of his actions settled on him like a leaden blanket, suffocating him with its suffocating embrace.

tears threatened to spill from his eyes, but he blinked them back, refusing to let himself break down in the face of his own weakness. he had always prided himself on his strength, on his ability to handle any situation with ease and confidence, but now, in the aftermath of this argument, he felt more vulnerable than ever before.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

"are you okay, megumi?" you asked softly as you reached out to touch his shoulder.

his usually calm demeanor was replaced by a tense energy that crackled in the air, setting your nerves on edge as he flinched away from your touch, his expression hardening as he turned to face you.

he snapped, "i'm fine," in a tone that was unlike anything you had ever heard. "stop asking me that."

the words were like a slap to the face, leaving you feeling with hurt and confusion. all you had wanted was to help him, to ease the burden he carried on his shoulders, but instead, you found myself faced with a wall of anger and resentment.

you tried to protest whilst trembling with suppressed emotions. "you know you can always talk to me, right? you don't have to go through this alone." yet he shook his head, his eyes dark with pain as he pushed you away. "i said i'm fine!” insisted, tone slightly went higher. "just leave me alone."

the tears threatened to spill over, but you just held it down and bit your lips. with a heavy heart, you turned and left his room.

as the door closed behind you, megumi let out a frustrated growl, the sound muffled by the empty room. he cursed himself silently, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as the weight of his harsh words settled heavily on his shoulders.

"damn it," he muttered under his breath, very much thick with regret. "fuck you, fushiguro.”

the memory of your hurt expression haunted him, a reminder of the pain he had caused with his thoughtless words. he had never meant to hurt you, never intended to push you away, but in his fear and uncertainty, he had lashed out without thinking, building walls around himself to keep you out.

now, as he stood alone in the quiet solitude of his room, he realized the magnitude of his mistake. he had pushed away the one person who had always been there for him, the one person who had never given up on him, and now he was left to face the consequences of his actions.

with a heavy sigh, the man sank onto his bed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to make sense of the mess he had created. he knew that he needed to apologize, to make things right, but the thought of facing you again filled him with a sense of dread.

ITADORI YUUJI

under the soft glow of streetlights, yuuji and you found yourselves standing at the edge of a heated argument that threatened to consume the bond between you. the cool night air was heavy with tension, each word you and he exchanged hanging in the air like a cloud of unresolved emotions.

"i just wish you would trust me, yuuji." you said, sounding frustrated as you looked for any indication that he might understand.

however, he shook his head, his expression stubborn and closed off. "i do trust you, but this is different. i need to handle this on my own, babe.”

his remarks pierce deeply. it seemed that he was shutting you down even though all you wanted to do was to help him. you looked at yuuji and said, "i can't just watch you struggle."

"just, give me some time alone, okay?”

the hurt in his voice mirrored your own. as you watched him walk away, the sting of his words lingered like a bitter taste in your mouth. just as you turned to leave, you heard him call out your name, his voice filled with panic and regret. "wait! baby, i'm sorry. i didn't mean it like that."

you turned back to face him, the ache in your chest easing slightly at the sight of his vulnerability. in that moment, you understood that beneath his tough exterior, he was just as scared and uncertain as you were.

"it's okay, yuuji," you calmed him down, reaching out to take his hand in yours. "we'll figure this out together."

GETO SUGURU

you couldn't stand idly by as suguru pushed himself into further depression from time and time again, and tonight, you had finally reached your breaking point.

"suguru, you need to take better care of yourself," you begged, tinged with frustration and concern. "you can't keep treating yourself like this."

“is there really nothing i can do to help you?”

only he scoffed at your worries, waving off your concerns with a dismissive gesture, expression stubborn and unyielding. "i'm fine, babe.” with a deep sigh, geto suguru pointed out, "and what would you know about my problems, huh?" he reacted with resentment.

those words cut deep, leaving you mourning with hurt and disbelief.

"suguru..” you claimed, “do you really think i would just stand there as you destroy yourself? when you mean so much to me?”

his eyes softened at your words, a flicker of regret passing over his features before he shook his head, expression hardening as he turned away from you. "i don't need your help," he spat.

“i can take care of myself."

the finality of his words hung in the air like a heavy weight, crushing the last vestiges of hope that lingered in.

"fuck, i'm sorry," he murmured right before you decided to walk away. "i didn't mean to worry you."

“i, i just don’t know what to do with myself. shit, i’m so sorry.”

you turned back to face him, tears welling in your eyes as he crossed the room to pull you into a tight embrace. his familiar arms curled around you, providing comfort and warmth despite the tension. you could feel his heartbeat against yours, a rhythm that expressed both guilt and tenderness. at last, words were unnecessary as you allowed the quiet to envelope both, saying more than any apology could.

@uzurakis — requests are open! <3

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[wife-of-all-dilfs]

could you do finnick odair giving you head? i loved your last fanfic!

of course! thank you so much <3

forbidden fruit | f. odair

masterlist

summary: finnick was your mentor; intimacy was strictly prohibited. but he just couldn’t help but succumb to your sweet taste. in the training centre, no less.

pairing: finnick odair x reader

warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, orgasm, finnick is a swallower!!!, swearing, kinda exhibitionism

notes: i just know finnick would be like a god at giving head. sorry it was a bit short; i had another wip going on as well. definitely enjoyed writing this though ;)

word count: 1.3k

This was wrong. So very wrong. Finnick was supposed to be your mentor. You were supposed to be doing one-on-one training. But, God, if you said having his tongue lapping between your thighs felt anything but perfection, you would be lying to yourself.

“Oh,” you breathed out. “Fuck, Finnick.”

His muscular arm had swung your leg over his shoulder, allowing him even deeper access to devour you against the wall of the empty Training Centre gymnasium. The lower half of your body had been stripped bare; your clothes discarded to the floor by the man kneeling beneath you.

He traced tight circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue, only stopping to suction his mouth around it and suck. A cacophony of shocked cries and desperate moans left your mouth. You should have known he would be able to make you feel this good. He had a wicked smile and a wicked mouth that could do filthy things.

Teeth nipped gently at your clit, causing your hips to jerk forward with a startled gasp. “Oh my God.”

Finnick removed his head from between your thighs, peering up at your expression with sinful sea-green eyes. Your mouth was slightly agape, brows were drawn together, and cheeks were flushed with a warm pink. His chin and lips were drenched with your juices. He really was devouring you whole.

“Gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he purred, pressing a kiss to the tender flesh of your inner thigh. “I know it feels good but…” His lips trailed up your thigh, getting closer to the place you needed him most. “…we wouldn’t want anyone to find you like this, would we?”

Oh, you knew what would happen if they did. However dangerous the consequences might have been, the idea of someone walking in on Finnick with his face buried in your pussy was exhilarating. Downright arousing.

You weren’t even sure how you ended up in this situation. One minute, you two were practicing hand-to-hand combat and the next, his tongue was exploring your body as you cried out his name in pleasure.

“I’ll be quiet. I—” Suddenly, his tongue was dragging from your soaking hole to the peak of your clit. “Promise.”

Your hand flew to your mouth, dampening the pleasured noises that threatened to escape. Another hand dropped into his hair, fingers interweaving with the messy bronze strands as you tugged him closer. He groaned into your pussy, sending a wave of euphoric vibrations through your body, stimulating the muscles in your stomach that pleaded for a release.

“Sweet girl. Taste so good,” his voice muffled into your skin.

Your heart fluttered at his praise.

And then, before you could even think, Finnick had pulled your other leg over his shoulder, holding you against the wall with pure muscle. He immediately continued his movements, leaving you only seconds to be baffled by his strength.

He flicked his tongue back and forth over your clit, his tongue rough in pressure and wild with speed. Tears were forming in your eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving you. Your stomach was tensing and caving uncontrollably; chest rising and falling with fast, uneven breaths.

Even Finnick seemed to be gaining gratification from getting you to your high, obvious in the frenzied enthusiasm and moans that vibrated against you.

Somehow, he had managed to shift your weight onto one shoulder and dropped a hand to your core. His finger teased at your entrance as he continued working your swollen sensitivity with his tongue. He sunk his long finger into your pussy, instantly curling upwards into that deep, heavenly spot that had you biting your palm and your eyes squeezing shut.

“Fuck!” you cried into your hand.

Multitasking wasn’t a problem for him. He sucked, lapped, and tongued, all while curling and pumping his finger in and out of your hole, knuckles probing at your inner walls as he did. Then he added another finger, and you could feel its effects deep within your stomach.

Clit being assaulted and dripping-wet hole stuffed, your orgasm came creeping into the light. It was building slowly. First to be affected was your mind—your thoughts were utterly immoral. You were light-headed and blood buzzed in your ears.

Next was your lower half. Your thighs clenched around Finnick’s head, hips grinding against his tongue which only encouraged him further on. Then your breaths became shallow, a whine or whimper occasionally escaping with each exhale.

His mouth left your heat, fingers still pumping. “Are you close, sweetheart?” he asked in that carefully crafted seductive voice of his. You nodded frantically, pushing his dishevelled hair from his forehead as he gazed up at you. “Let me hear.”

Your hand fell from your lips. “But you said—”

“Forget what I said.” He leaned into your heat, his words fanning warmth against your pussy. “I want to hear my name coming from that pretty mouth of yours as you come.” An unhindered broken moan echoed around the room as he forcefully plunged his fingers into that spot deep inside you. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

The sound of your pleasure filled the gymnasium. You couldn’t even think about the possibility of someone walking in. Not when a white-hot heat was consuming your entire being.

He returned to your throbbing clit, hungrily sucking it in his mouth as if he were tasting a foreign delicacy. The pressure of his suctioned mouth had the heat feverishly spreading around your body, filling you up before it had the chance to explode. And with another pump of his fingers, a blaze erupted in your stomach.

“Finnick!”

Your moans rose an octave, head falling back against the wall as you repeated his name and strings of curses over and over. Sparks trickled down your legs and to your toes. Immense pleasure crested over every inch of your pulsing body, rendering you immobile in Finnick’s arms. Still, he didn’t stop.

Unbeknownst to you, just the sound of you reaching your climax had him coming undone as well, groaning into your gushing slick as his cock twitched and spurted white ropes in his pants.

He licked a long stripe up your slit, collecting your juices with his tongue. Fuck, he had never tasted anything sweeter. Anything more delicious.

As the wave of bliss began to pass, your tensed body began to relax. Finnick noticed, slipping his fingers from your hole and removing his mouth from your overstimulated clit. He watched as your fatigued body started to crumple in on itself, thankfully having the right idea to help you off his shoulders.

He settled you onto his kneeling lap, creating a wet patch on his pants. Not that he cared—it kind of turned him on again.

You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. How were you supposed to face him after… that? Much to your discomfort, Finnick turned your head to face his with a finger. The dry one, of course. His eyes searched yours with a look you couldn’t quite describe. Worry? Anxiety?

“You regret it?” he asked.

It took you a moment to decide; ultimately, you shook your head. That was the most exhilarating thing you had ever experienced in your life. Saying anything else would be a lie.

He smiled.

“But we shouldn’t do it again,” you said softly.

“No…” he sighed, the smile dropping from his face. “But we will.”

And there it was again—that devilish smirk. You couldn’t resist returning it with a sheepish smile because you knew he was right. You would do it again.

#wife of all dilfs ✍️ #finnick odair smut #finnick odair #finnick odair fanfic #finnick x reader #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair x you #finnick x oc #thg finnick #finnick imagine #sam claflin #the hunger games #catching fire #mockingjay #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen

[bat-boys]

domestic bliss

pairing: Azriel x fem reader

word count: 4.5k words

warning: suggestive language but no actual smut. just lots and lots of fluff!

summary: a series of scenes that give an insight into the domestic bliss you had built with your mate

a/n: oh my goshhh thank you so much for all the love and so sorry I've been a bit MIA. I'm in the middle of a couple of wips that I'm struggling to piece together so wanted to give you something quick whilst I get my act together. I hope you enjoy it loves 🫶🏻

Part 2

A soft breeze and warm sunlight trickled into the room through the open floor-to-ceiling doors leading out to your room's balcony. The sounds of the birds chirping outside and the busy city below created a peaceful atmosphere that soothed your soul as you lay stretched out on your bed, book in hand.

A noise akin to a purr escaped the lips of the fae male sprawled across your body, head resting gently on your stomach, as you combed your fingers through his luxurious midnight black curls. Your lips tilted up in an affectionate smile as you continued to soak up the words on your page. As you gently scraped your fingernails along his scalp, another deep groan elicited, leaving you giggling and your toes curling. 

Sundays like this were your favourite. Slow, lazy and steady. Filled with quiet moments of simplicity. When Azriel wasn't busy off doing god knows what, god knows where, and you didn't have to attend any stuffy meetings or pour over lengthy negotiations and treaties as the emissary of the Night Court. When your mate could spend the day with you lounging in bed, just enjoying each other's presence. 

"Why did you stop?" Az grumbled as you lifted your hand away from his head. 

"I was turning the page, dummy." You chuckled at him. 

"Well, hurry up."

"Big Illyrian baby," you cooed, a soft yelp leaving your lips when you felt Azriel gently bite down on the stretch of bare skin he was resting on. A satisfied sound left his lips—and caused your eyes to roll—when he felt your fingers back in his hair. 

You, however, couldn't help the pulse of love and affection you sent down the bond when the next time you had to turn the page, one of his shadows appeared to do it for you.

Another chapter of your book was read before he spoke again, dispersing the soft, comfortable silence that had fallen between you. You had been convinced he had fallen asleep as you played with his hair. 

"When do you go to the Court of Nightmares?" He mumbled against your skin, his lips pursing to kiss your hip quickly. 

"Tomorrow." You sighed. It was your least favourite job as the official emissary, the one you dreaded doing every couple of weeks. Like Mor, you had been born under that particular mountain, crafted in its dark shadows, a dreamer bred to be a nightmare. It had taken years of wit and cunning to get to a position to meet the High Lord, years of barely surviving until you could petition him for a job—anything to get out of there. 

"Do you want me to come with you?" He lifted his head slightly, his hazel eyes meeting yours. Silver nearly lined your eyes as you took in his soft, gentle expression. Azriel understood just how much going there took out of you. He knew that you would return home hollow and would require the rest of the night to be cooped up in bed with his arms around you. 

He also recognised that you could absolutely do it alone. That you didn't need him beside you. You were strong enough to face your past head-on and would leave whatever meeting you were attending with Rhys and Feyre with the winning cards in your hand. But that didn't stop him from offering a comforting hand to hold throughout your time there. 

"Please." You whispered. His lips stretched into a gentle smile as he lifted his body off you to scoot up the bed and press his lips to yours in a loving kiss. 

"Of course, my love." And you knew that was that. No explanations, no words needed to be exchanged with Rhys. When it was time to travel to the Court of Nightmares, you would find your mate beside you, a reassuring hand in your own as he stood quietly beside you. 

Azriel could see the tumultuous thoughts flitting across your brain, so he did the only thing he could. He bent down once again to press his lips to yours, pouring as much love and affection as he could down that beautiful, gleaming bond you shared. 

Kissing Az never got boring, even after all these years together. He captured your bottom lip in his plush, slightly chapped lips, tugging slightly to elicit a soft groan from you, which he swallowed with his mouth. You lifted your arms to circle his neck, gently playing with the soft hairs there - your book long discarded and falling to the floor. He sighed against you as he wrapped his arms around your bare torso, pulling your chest flush against his as he deepened the kiss into something fiery that had a slow, dull ache beginning between your legs. 

You could feel him against your inner thigh and smirked against his lips as you reached a finger towards his impressive wings and carefully dragged a fingernail along the underside of his right wing where they met his back, a spot you had discovered many years ago. A primal part of you stretched out in satisfaction as you felt Azriel shudder against you at the touch. 

"So eager to go again, my love?" He teased, alluding to the several times he had already taken you that day as he gently nipped your skin before torturously slowly pressing open-mouthed, hot kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck.

"Distract me, Az." You breathed, tipping your head back to expose even more of your delicate neck to him, groaning when you felt his canines skimming along your skin. 

"With pleasure, sweetheart."

…

The noise was almost deafening, the room packed to the brim with politicians, courtiers, nobility and High Lords and their entourages. It was enough to overwhelm anyone, but Azriel watched from the edge of the room as you dazzled person after person, drifting from one group of fae to the next, completely and totally in your element. 

You enjoyed nights like these when you got to flex the skills you had built up as an emissary to the Night Court, speaking to old friends, charming acquittances, and building friendships with those you had yet to meet. The beautiful deep black gown you wore also helped. 

Azriel watched as you stood amongst courtiers from the Winter Court, catching up with some of the gossip from one of your allies. A flute of champagne dangled from your fingers; half drank as you tipped your head back to laugh at something one of your friends had said. The dress you wore tonight was some torture explicitly designed for him. It was sleeveless, showing off the delicate curves of your shoulders and décolletage, the high swell of your breasts threatening to spill over the top of your dress every time you drew breath. The slit that every now and then gave Azriel the view of the smooth curve of your leg was maddening. But what was true torture was the choker around your neck, encrusted with gems the same colour as his siphons—a reminder of where his hands had been last night. 

He had almost sent a mental note to Rhys that the pair of you wouldn't be attending the party tonight when you had emerged from your bathroom and asked him to zip you up—favouring the idea of ravishing you right there and then. It was only the thought of watching you so expertly work the room, charming everyone so thoroughly, but knowing that only he had the privilege to take you home, that had him attending tonight.

As if you could hear his thoughts, your eyes drifted from the fae before you to lock eyes with your mate across the room. Matching smirks danced on your lips as he nodded at you, and you nodded back - an inside joke between the two of you started on that first official party you had been forced to attend when the mating bond was still so new. 

A fire built in your body, beginning in your stomach and dipped lower and lower as you watched him push off the wall he had been leaning on and stalk towards you. He never once dropped eye contact, his shadows twirling before him and telling him where to step, creating a direct path to you. 

You tracked him across the room, your skin burning from his gaze. When he stopped just in front of you, his shadows dispersed to dance among your skirts and play with the hair that cascaded down your back. 

"Emissary." He greeted, bending his body into a tight bow whilst that playful smirk danced on his lips. 

"Shadowsinger." You purred. 

"Rhys has asked to see you urgently." The desire swirling in his hazel eyes made the grin on your lips widen as your stomach dipped in anticipation. 

"Excuse me." You politely bowed your head to the people you previously held court with, dropping your now empty glass on a nearby table as you followed Azriel out of the room. 

Your heels clacked on the beautifully tiled floor as you closed the distance between you and Azriel. You were still walking behind him but close enough to brush your hand against his. He turned his head slightly to smirk at you, and you felt his hand beside you curl and unfurl as he resisted the urge to touch you in front of everyone. 

After moments of strutting through the House of Wind, you reached a part of the house away from the centre of the party, with fewer and fewer people milling around. It was only then that, with lightning-fast speed, Azriel's hand whipped out to grab yours and pull you into a shadowy alcove. 

With firm hands, he pushed you against the wall, his shadows swirling to hide you from prying eyes, as one of Azriel's hands dropped to your hips and the other reached up to grip your neck. You groaned in delight at the feeling of his hands on you, the messy, feverish kisses he was now peppering along the bare skin of your neck, shoulder and collarbones. 

"Az." You moaned as you felt his canines drag along that sensitive junction where your neck met your shoulder, his tongue following to soothe the slight sting. 

"Fuck Y/N." He groaned into your skin, relishing in the way you tasted - so sweet. Even after years of being together, he would never get tired of tasting you, of his lips and tongue on your flesh, on your lips and in between your thighs. 

"What if we get caught?" You managed to say, your chest heaving as you breathed heavily, hands gripping Azriel's broad shoulders tightly. 

"That's never stopped you before, love." He teased as he ran his lips across the swell of your breasts, his touch feather-light, causing a shiver to run down your body and your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

The hand that was holding your hips in his grasp moved to slip under the slit of your dress, skimming down the curve of your leg, tracing over your knee and down your calf before wrapping around your thigh to lift it and hook it over his hips.

"You were torturing me out there, Princess." His voice had become deep and husky, and he elicited a groan from your lips as he was able to press his hips into yours with the new angle. Your body was set alight as you felt his straining erection through the material of his pants as he pushed into you. 

"Looking delicious in that dress for everyone to see." His words caused molten lava to pool in your stomach, the throbbing at the apex of your thighs to become incessant, and the wetness gathering there began to drip down your thigh. 

Anticipation curled in your stomach as you felt Azriel's hand travel from your thigh to your hip, skimming so lightly it was pure torture down your bikini line before reaching your swollen and slick sex - freezing when he realised he had unrestricted access.

"You've got to be kidding me, no underwear? Fuck you're killing me love." He groaned against your neck, roughly nipping at your jaw and causing a moan of your own to slip past your lips.

"All for you, Az." You whispered, throwing your head back against the solid wall behind you as he traced your slit, gathering the wetness pooling there.

"There they are." Rhys's unbothered drawl broke through the hazy atmosphere you were creating in your shadowy alcove, shattering the moment and causing you both to freeze. 

"I knew those lovebirds hadn't gone far." Cassain chuckled from beside Rhys. You knew Azriel's shadows were keeping you covered, that they couldn't see anything and could only recognise you both because they knew how his shadows felt and what they looked like to the untrained eye. 

"Piss off, Cass." Azriel snarled as he slowly extracted himself from you, carefully dropping your leg and trying to straighten your dress. 

"Someone's cranky," Cassain teased, and you rolled your eyes as you watched Azriel's face turn into a murderous expression. Azriel was usually so calm and collected, not easy to rattle at all, except when it came to you. 

"You know not to interrupt a male and his mate." You sighed as you gripped the front of the dress and tried to rearrange it over your chest. You noted the still-hungry look in Azriel's eyes as he watched your every move. A promise in his gaze that told you this wasn't over. 

"If you wanted to enjoy each other's company in the hallway, that's totally up to you; we get it - looking beautiful as ever Y/N -," Rhys added as Azriel dropped his shadows once you looked presentable, "but we're doing a debrief in my office, and then you're all done for the night so you can move this to your bedroom if you wish…"

"We'll be there in 5 minutes," Azriel managed to grind out, his eyes still on yours, desperately trying to calm down. 

"Is that all he lasts?" Azriel's eyes flared, and you knew Cassain had overstepped. You gave them both an eye roll, territorial fae bullshit. 

"Cass," you warned as you heard your best friend chuckle at the snarl that ripped out of Azriel's mouth as he sauntered back down the hallway. 

…

Azriel padded through the quiet hallway of the home he shared with you. His feet were cool as they touched the dark wood floor, a nice contrast to the heat pushing up against the windows from the summer sun outside. His shadows flitted and danced around him as they coaxed him to follow them, to follow them to her. His lips curled up in amusement at their behaviour as he neared the kitchen, where he could hear you humming and the soft sounds of you bustling around the kitchen. 

He rounded the corner to lean on the doorframe; strong arms crossed over his bare chest as he took in the scene before him. His heart almost stopped dead at the sight of you standing at the large island in the middle of the room, mixing bowl in front of you and wooden spoon in hand, your glorious hair pulled half up into a messy bun tied at the back of your head - tendrils falling around your face and gleaming in the sun -, wearing nothing but one of his shirts. 

A deep and primal part of him purred at the sight of you in his clothes, knowing that it was unlikely you had anything under that soft cotton. The fit was incredibly baggy on you, the hemline falling to your mid-thigh, the collar threatening to slip down your shoulder, and the sleeves so long you had had to roll them up. He delighted in being taller than you, bigger than you. A small part of him always soared when he bundled you up in his arms, being able to protect you with just his body. He knew, more than anyone, that you could handle yourself. In a tight situation, you could take down as many enemies as he could. But there was something so delightful about your body being so much smaller than his. 

A soft melody slipped past your lips, and Azriel joined in as he pushed off the doorframe. Unable to contain the need to touch you any longer, he approached you. You jolted slightly at the feeling of his large, warm hands on your hips, and a soft yelp left your lips when you felt Azriel bury his head in your hair and press a chaste kiss to the skin of your neck.

"Morning, love," Azriel mumbled into your hair, breathing in your intoxicating scent. 

"More like afternoon, babe; we spent all morning in bed!" you joked as you turned back to the task at hand.

"And whose fault is that." Azriel teased as he pulled away from your neck to reach around and gently nip at your earlobe, which sent a lick of fire straight to the apex of your thighs.

"Yours." You shot back, angling your head slightly to look at your mate.

"Hmm, I'm not so sure about that," he smirked, his beautiful hazel eyes dancing with mischief and desire as he dipped his head to press your lips in a searing kiss. Kissing Azriel was like this: all or nothing. Either his kisses were chaste, quick things meant to convey a simple hi or, more often than not, a quick acknowledgement of you during conversations or as you passed each other in corridors or hallways. His other types of kisses were slow, leisurely and utterly torturous, and he poured every ounce of love he had for you into them. His lips moved lazily with yours, licking across the seam of your lips and begging for entrance before licking into your mouth - your knees almost buckling at the intoxicating sensation and the fire burning in your body. He knew what he was doing, as was evident when he pulled away with a smirk on his lips, "what are you making?"

He grinned when he watched your eyes drift back into focus, your body slamming down to reality after a kiss that was so heady but given so casually. 

"A lemon drizzle cake." You replied somewhat breathlessly, which made him chuckle, and you felt his chest rumble on your back.

"My favourite." He said as he returned to his spot behind you and wrapped his arms around your torso, bringing your back flush to his chest as you continued baking. 

"I know, love." You softly spoke as you began to stir the mixture before you. Judging by the smile in your voice, he knew you were thinking of that moment a handful of years ago when you had both accepted the mating bond with a lemon drizzle cake.

It had been your first time to the Court of Nightmares since you had escaped and been made part of the Night Court. You had been secretly dreading it, knowing that your usual skill set as emissary would all fall apart in that place when your eyes would land on your family and those familiar snarling faces. And it had. Everything had gone to shit the moment your family had spotted you beside Rhys' throne and had smelt that mating bond on you. It had started with shouting and had escalated to your family barging their way up to the throne and threatening to gut you for turning into a whore. 

Rhys had pulled rank and ordered everyone to leave, and you had been quickly winnowed to the safety of the townhouse, where everyone had rallied around you and tried to distract you. Rhys and Azriel had gone back to calm the situation and assess the aftermath. You had been cooped up in the arms of Cassain for the evening, a loving and supportive brother figure you had never had before. But deep down, you had wanted only one pair of arms around you to soothe you and remind you that your family do not dictate who you are. 

Everyone had eventually retreated to bed, but you had stayed, needing to see him, knowing he would return at some god-forsaken hour. He had found you then when he winnowed to appear in the living room of the townhouse, curled up on a sofa in front of the fire with a book in your hand. At his appearance, you slowly put the book down to look at him. 

The bond was newly snapped in place, but he could feel your emotions faintly and was so overwhelmed by the fact that you had stayed up for him that all he could think to say was, "Good book?"

He had watched fascinated as your lips curled into a soft smile, the first since the incident so many hours ago. "Couldn't put it down." 

He chuckled lowly but didn't move from his spot as you slipped a bookmark into the page and popped it beside you, swinging your legs off the sofa to sit facing him. 

"Az, I think we need to talk." He watched as you outstretched your hand, gesturing for him to come and sit with him. 

His heart had sunk as he had walked over to you, joining you on the sofa. He knew you needed to talk about the mating bond and how you moved forward—you had been friends for so long, and he had been yearning for you since the first day he met you. And now he was terrified that you were about to reject the bond, reject him, and he was going to lose the woman he loved and the friendship he cherished with you all in one go. 

"Y/N, you need to do the right thing for you - please don't accept something because you feel bad for me. We can work it out. I can perhaps get Rhys to station me in the Illyrian mountains so you can stay here, and I-"

"Respectfully, what the hell are you talking about, Az?" You stared, baffled, at the male before you as he rambled on. He couldn't look at you, and his expression conveyed such sadness.

"The logistics of you rejecting the bond—that's what you want to talk about, isn't it?" A bark of laughter left your lips, shocking him and causing him to snap his head up to look at you in confusion. 

"Oh Az, no honey, that's not what I wanted to talk about," you softly said as you held one of his beautiful, scarred hands in one of yours and brought the other to cup his cheek. You watched, fascinated, as he internally debated whether to lean into your touch, "Stay here a second; I'll be back."

He watched, confused, as you flashed him a warm, comforting smile before dashing off the sofa and disappearing into the hallway outside the living room. The wait may have been seconds, minutes at most, but it felt like hours to Azriel. His heart had stopped dead when you returned, a dish in your hand in which a delicately decorated cake sat atop it. He watched keenly as you walked back to him, smiling sheepishly and nervously, and sat back beside him on the sofa. 

"This is for you. I want to accept the mating bond." Those words, spoken so softly in the dead of night, in a house that had seen so much joy and heartache before, were enough to set Azriel alight. He had no words to describe the feeling that was coursing through him as he looked between you and the cake you held out towards him.

His hands moved on their own accord as he took the dish from you, noticing the sugar icing that had been meticulously drizzled onto the soft sponge and the sweet little decorative flower you had piped into the centre. Just from looking at it, he could tell you had baked this cake and poured every ounce of feeling into it, and he felt himself getting choked up at the thought. 

"Are you sure?" He whispered, and the vulnerable look on that face was enough to break your heart. 

"Yes. I have loved you for years, Az and the snapping of the bond in place made it seem as if the Mother and the Cauldron had finally listened to all those prayers I sent them. I baked this earlier to give it to you after we had returned from a successful meeting at the Court of Nightmares," his lips quirked ever so slightly at the sarcasm that dripped from your voice, "it may not be the moment I intended; but it's still perfect anyway. It's a larger version of those lemon sponges you love from that bakery we found last year. The owner gave me the recipe. I want you, Azriel."

Azriel had given up on finding his mate, resigned to always wondering. When you had crash-landed into his life a handful of years ago, he had silently hoped it would be you, and when he had tripped and fallen head-first in love with you, he had begun to beg that the mating bond would snap one day. So many years of yearning for you, unaware that you felt the same, that you were begging for it to be him as well. So many wasted years. And when the mating bond had finally snapped, when you had returned from a month-long summit at the Day Court and taken one look at him, he had almost fallen to his knees then and there. 

He had finally found you, and you wanted him back. Words would come to him later, spoken against the soft sheets of your bed, in between feverish kisses and in the afterglow of what was to come, so for now, he held your gaze as he lifted the small slice you had cut for him and took a bite. 

"Az, baby. I need to put the cake in the oven." Your words brought him out of the daydream he had been enjoying and back to the present moment. He chuckled and kissed your temple before unwinding from your body and taking a step back so you could move to put the cake tin in your hands and into the oven. 

He leaned back against the counter as he watched you carefully manoeuvre it inside before triumphantly shutting the oven door and turning back to him with a satisfied smile. 

"Come here." He held out his hand, a gesture so similar to the one you had given him all those years ago that a smile danced on both of your faces. You let him pull you against his chest, one of his hands falling to your hips and the other coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing some flour that had somehow made its way to your face.

"Happy 10-year anniversary, love." You whispered into the gentle silence, and the shadowsinger gave you a beautiful smile. 

"Happy 10 year anniversary, sweetheart." He whispered back as he closed the distance and gently pressed his lips to yours in a loving kiss that held 10 years of the most beautiful memories.  

Read Part 2 here!

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[too-much-tma-stuff]

Finally getting help (pt 2)

This one actually is edited thanks to @basementqueercock! Thank you friend!

part 1 | Masterpost

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Vlad had been making a stink at the Gala about the Wayne brats taking his godson from him without his permission when the music suddenly cut out. Bruce Wayne himself stalked towards Vlad with an expression that was honestly a little intimidating, even if Vlad obviously wasn’t scared of such an empty headed pretty boy even if he was one of the richest and most influential people on the planet. He was Plasmius! He could take a rich pretty boy is he had to!

“Ah! Mr. Wayne, thank goodness! Your children have taken my Godson off somewhere! I’m sure it’s just a harmless prank but he’s a bit fragile and unpredictable so I really think that it would be best if-“

“Is he fragile and unpredictable because he’s pregnant and you knew?” Bruce asked low and dangerous. Silence spread out around them, even though there’s no way they could have heard they saw the look on Brucie’s face. He rarely got angry but when he did it was serious, when he did it usually meant someone had hurt a kid.

Vlad blanched for a moment, Danny had been so tight lipped about it, so unwilling to tell even those he trusted how did These people know?! “What? What on earth are you talking about? Of course he’s not pregnant, I mean he’s a boy!” Vlad huffed and Bruce’s jaw tightened even more somehow.

“He’s not leaving with you. Get out.” He said low and menacing, then raised his voice. “Sorry to cut the party short everyone but something has come up, a situation that really needs my attention so I’m going to have to put an end to the party early.”

“What do you mean!? He’s MY God son! MY heir! You can’t just keep him from me!” Vlad said, he knew that his eyes were starting to glow a little red but he couldn’t help it. “He’s MINE! Return him to me or you will regret it I swear!”

“See him out.” Bruce said dismissively to a handful of guards who had approached at the start of the commotion A lot of the socialites were already starting to see themselves out, now was not the time to argue, or even stick around when it looked like this might get physical.

“I will be back! I will be back with lawyers and police and the brat’s parents,” Vlad vowed but couldn’t risk fighting the guards any more than a usual old man would on the way out with so many eyes on him. Well he just needed to find a place alone. Then he could transform and come back, possess Bruce Wayne and make him do something heinous in public to ruin him for this.. this- this INDIGNITY!

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Bruce was having a hard time keeping his Batman expressions off his face as he saw that everyone was out of his house and he knew his children were having the same trouble. Dick looked like he was ready to bash someone’s head in and Steph wasn’t that much better. Damian was standing by the door, seeing everyone out with frosty politeness that no one would mistake as genuine. Bruce felt just a little bad, it wasn’t anyone’s fault what they had found tonight. No one else knew about the clearly abused teen they were currently harbouring, but none of the family could help it either. Bruce would send all the guests gift baskets once they could announce what was going on.

Alfred was on the phone with Bruce’s lawyers, sending them the mildly distorted audio from Danny’s earlier conversation with Cas and Dick, and the footage from Vlad Master’s outburst. That had the same sort of distortion over it too which was odd, he’d have to look into it. Cas had already informed him she thought Danny was a meta of some sort, maybe it was connected to that? Or maybe they were aliens? Though Danny being trans was currently the most plausible explanation for his pregnancy. They’d find out more later. What mattered was the footage of both of those would be enough for Bruce to get emergency custody while the family was investigated. 

Tim was with Danny in the room Alfred had fixed for him, helping him settle in and lending him some clothes. Tim was the closest to Danny’s age and also one of the calmer ones right now so he was in charge of trying to make Danny feel safe and comfortable while the family took up battle stations to deal with the legal and logistical elements of this.

Bruce made sure everyone was out, the perimeter was secure, and Oracle was at her computer watching the security feed for anything suspicious including the pattern of distortion Vlad and Danny seemed to emit. He wasn’t sure how paranoid he should be about all this, but he’d seen the way Vlad’s eyes sparked red when he was angry and Batman was sure he was a lot more dangerous then he first seemed. And not just in the way that he was apparently willing to impregnate a boy young enough to be his son.

Finally he couldn’t avoid going to check on Danny anymore. Not that he was Really avoiding it, just that he knew this was going to be an exhausting and difficult conversation and he needed to brace himself for it. With every step towards Danny’s new room he felt the weight gather on his shoulders of what this child must have been through.

He knocked, and let himself in. Immediately clocking the way Danny tensed at the sight of him. Of course a rich older man would set off his alarm bells. Bruce gave the softest smile he could and went to pull out the desk chair across from the bed Danny was sitting on, well out of arms reach so he wouldn’t seem like a threat as he sat down. He glanced at Tim who nodded and went and sat on the bed next to Danny. Solidarity, willing to stand up against Bruce if Danny needed it, safety.

“Hello Danny, it’s nice to meet you. My children told me a bit about.. your situation,” Bruce said with a small grimace. “Would you mind if I ask you some questions? I promise I won’t judge you whatever you say, and I promise I am on your side. No matter what I will try to keep you safe okay? Just tell me the truth, it’ll help me do what needs to be done.”

“Alright Mr. Wayne,” Danny said, though he was still wary.

“Thank you, please call me Bruce. So first, what’s your full name?” he asked deciding to start super easy.

“Daniel James Fenton,” Danny replied softly.

“Your parents names?”

“Doctors Madeline and Jack Fenton,” Huh the fact that he called his parents doctor like it was part of their name seemed to be significant though Bruce wasn’t sure exactly what it meant.

“How old are you?”

“I’m 16,” He said. A little older than he looked but still no where near old enough to have the weight of the world on his shoulders like he did.

“And you’re pregnant?” Bruce asked as gently as he could, Danny nodded. “And you’re sure?”

“Yes,” Danny said softly and Bruce nodded, licking his lips a little.

“Did you take a test then?” He asked and Danny grimaced making a so so motion.

“It’s not… that simple,” He said softly.

“Can you explain it to me please?” Bruce asked softly.

Danny took a deep breath and licked his lips, hesitating, opening his mouth to stat, hesitating again and biting his lip. Bruce stayed quiet as he watched the conflict on Danny’s face. “You work with the justice league right?” Danny asked suddenly which seemed like a bit of a non sequitur to Bruce but he needed. “A bunch of the members aren’t human right?” Ah, Bruce nodded again. “And you’re okay with that?”

“Of course I am Danny,” Bruce promised, soft and reassuring. “People don’t have to be human or from earth to be people. Whatever is going on with you you’re still a person, and a kid, and deserve to be protected.”

“Okay,” Danny said as he scrutinized Bruce’s body language for any sign that he was lying. “Okay. I’ve never been able to trust any adults with this shit but I can’t keep doing this on my own so okay. I’m not human, not fully anyway, not anymore. These are..” He touched his stomach. “Like if you did an ultrasound you wouldn’t see embryos more like… Hang on Here.”

Bruce blinked as Danny suddenly, reached Inside himself, and before he could panic Danny had pulled out a perfectly round object that filled his palm. It shimmered with light from within, cold and sparkling with stars. “Our kind is more energy and light then anything else. This is Us, the mind, heart, everything we are is stored in our core the rest is formed around that. I mean for most of my kind, I’m still half human.” Danny said before replacing the orb inside him. “I have two other little cores inside me right now, feeding on my energy to develop properly, you could see them on an Xray. I don’t know how long they’ll take honestly.” He sighed caressing his stomach again.

 “But I can feel them inside me, I can feel their worry when I’m scared, and their joy when I’m happy, and their love. They’re my babies.” He said with the softest most paternal smile on his lips. The bags under his eyes were awful, he was clearly exhausted and stressed, but his expression told Bruce Danny thought it was all going to be worth it for his children. It brought a lump to his throat he had to clear before he could speak again.

“Okay, do you have access to healthcare appropriate for your.. species?” He asked and Danny nodded. Though he was tight lipped still.

“There are protections for non-human species in America you know,” Tim said.

Bruce and Tim exchanged a confused look as Danny barked a laugh. “Not for MY kind, we were specifically excluded,” He said with a wry curl to his lips. “The shadow or echo left behind when a proper human dies, not sentient or sapient they say. Malicious and dangerous they say. To be captured or exterminated on sight. They would take me, experiment on me, probably put my babies in jars or something.”

Oh, oh fuck, he was shaking, eyes blank and glassy like he was heading towards a panic attack. “Danny! Danny look at me,” Bruce said as he leaned forward and Danny’s gaze flicked up to his face. “I don’t know who ‘they’ are but I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure they don’t get you. You’re clearly not what they say, and anyone who would hurt a child is not the good guy in this story.”

“Who are they?” Tim asked with an expression that promised swift and vicious retribution.

Danny took another deep breath. “The GIW, the Ghost Investigation Ward. They’re a government agency, they’ve been hunting in my hometown for a while. Early on we tried to call the Justice Legue, but I think they were jamming the lines or something,” Danny said looking down and biting his lip.

Fuck this poor kid really couldn’t catch a break! Bruce was sure that the ‘ghosts’ these idiots were hunting weren’t really anything of the sort, but he would look into this and see what he could find. Tim was clearly itching to as well bad he wasn’t willing to leave Danny alone with Bruce, good lad.

“And what about your parents? Do you think you could be safely returned to their home?” Bruce asked, as much as he wanted to keep Danny reunification was supposed to be the goal of fostering.

“No!” Danny nearly yelped sitting up straight. “No! They work for the GIW! They design most of their weapons. If they ever found I’d been contaminated- I don’t want to think the worst of them but even if they still recognized me as their son the babies-“ He cut off, wrapping both his arms around his stomach and curling in on himself.

“Okay, we’ll call child protective services, my lawyer, and the Justice League. We’ll get to the bottom of this,” Bruce promised Danny. “And you can stay here as long as you need to. Is there any other family you would want to go to?” Bruce asked, just to be sure, but he wasn’t surprised when Danny shook his head and grabbed a pillow to hug.

“And I know Oracle and Red Robin will be itching to find out more about this ‘government agency’,” Tim said. “I want to go tell them Danny, if Bruce and I go will you be okay on your own or do you want me to ask Cas to come stay with you?”

“Cas please? If she’s not busy?” Danny asked uncertainly and Tim nodded. Bruce was getting up before Danny spoke up again. “I have a sister, Jazz. She knows about me not being fully human, but not about the babies. She’s a good person, and she’s almost an adult. I don’t know, I just need you to know she’s good, and I don’t want to mess things up for her,” Danny said worriedly.

“Of course Danny, thanks for letting me know,” Bruce said with a smile already making plans to get her out as well. “We’ll let you know as soon as there are developments.” He promised before both he and Tim ducked out. They split up, Tim going to find Cas and ask her to go back to Danny before they reconvened in the bat cave, they had a lot of research to do.

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[the-writer-arrived]

Wait, you're engaged?!

Synopsis: you two are engaged, congrats!! how does he share the news with others?

Characters: alhaitham; diluc ragnvindr.

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, fluff, crack, this is actually more crack than fluff oh well, diluc and kaeya are brothers.

A/N: this is the third draft I wrote in two hours. IS THIS WHAT'S LIKE TO HAVE MOTIVATION????

It all started with a simple question about your well-being coming from Kaveh.

"So, how have they been lately?" was what the architect had asked, while shaking the elemental dice in his hand. He was playing a TCG match against Cyno, not an uncommon occurrence when the 4ggravate group of friends get together at Lambad's Tavern.

"Oh, my fiancée is doing just fine, I guess they're in a bit more energetic mood than usual." was what Alhaitham had answered, nonchalant as if he was talking about the weather and hadn't just dropped a huge bomb just like that.

The cheeky bastard is actually hiding his smirk with his wine cup, totally satisfied with himself at the shocked looks everyone has now.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?!"

"Kaveh, please don't yell, you're making my ears hurt!"

"A-Ah! Sorry, Tighnari..."

"It seems like you didn't get a single dice of the elements you needed, your luck is truly something to be researched about."

"Wha-?! You...! Ah, no, wait, who cares about that?!"

I'm telling you, the guy is doing all he can to surpress the grin threatening to appear on his face.

No one was expecting to hear that, heck they didn't even know Alhaitham had bought a ring in the first place????

Dude how come you don't share these life changing plans with your homies?!

He shares the tale of how he had proposed to you... And let's just say Kaveh's romantic side was not happy about how it happened.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU PROPOSED WHILE YOU TWO WERE LOUNGING IN THE LIVING ROOM???"

"Kaveh, too loud!"

"S-Sorry!"

Much to Kaveh's dismay, Alhaitham didn't make any extravagant gesture or big preparations.

It was just you and him, in the comfort of your home and it just felt right to pop the question at that moment.

What no one, not even you, knew is that the confident, smart and aloof scribe had not actually planned to propose to you like that at all.

Ever since he had bought the ring months ago, Alhaitham had devised so many different ways on how to do it, always thinking about which scenario would make you the happiest.

But when he had you laid down on his lap, spounting your usual nonsense just to try to get a reaction out of him because you were bored, it simply felt... right to do it right then and there.

Make no mistake, he may not have shown, but his hand was shaking when he pulled the small box out of his pocket, he had to thank Lesser Lord Kusanali for allowing his voice to not come out shaky.

Alhaitham's cockiness aside, Cyno, Tighnari and Kaveh are all genuinely very happy at the unexpected, but positive news.

"Let's order some bread, then."

"Bread? Why do you want bread all of a sudden?"

"So we can offer a toast to the future spouses... Get it? Toast? As in-"

"Yes Cyno, we get it!"

Ahhh Diluc, my sweet Batman of Mondstadt... He had always thought that the best course of action was to keep everyone at arm's length, not only for his sake, but for other people as well.

Now, as he gazes at the beautiful ring on your finger, he can only laugh at how naive he was for thinking he would be able to do that during his whole life.

On the next day after he had proposed to you, every customer in Angel's Share can see Master Diluc acting rather... odd.

He seems... I don't know, lighter? His expression doesn't look so serious anymore... Wait, is he... smiling?!

Needless to say, everyone at the tavern is dying to know what happened to the tycoon of the wine industry, but no one dares to ask him directly...

...no one but a certain cavalry captain of the Knights of Favonious, that is.

"My, someone is in a good mood today. Did something nice happened lately, Master Diluc?"

"Here's your Death After Noon, Kaeya."

"...Okay, something must have happened for you to prepare my drink before I even ordered it."

After much poking and prying from Kaeya, Diluc finally relents, just so the pestering would stop.

It's a lie, he is actually feeling ecstatic to be able to share the news with someone.

Everyone and their grandma knew about your relationship with Diluc of course, it's a bit hard not to when you are dating the uncrowned king of Mondstadt himself, despite you two not making a public announcement of being together.

So, before he could even tell Kaeya that he had proposed to you, the captain already suspected that that was the reason for his brother's sudden change of behavior.

Even so, that doesn't stop a genuine smile to appear on Kaeya's face as he congratulates Diluc.

"It's about time! I was starting to wonder how many more years you were going to make me wait, before I had the chance be your best man in your wedding."

"Who said you're going to be my best man?"

"Oh, come on. Don't tell me you've forgotten our promise to be each other's best man when we were younger?"

"...I'm surprised you still remember that.

What Diluc wasn't aware at that moment was that a certain bard had eavesdropped "accidentaly" listened to his private conversation with the cavalry captain.

It was such great news, the bard couldn't help but let it escape during the drunk conversations he had with other patrons that night.

How could he imagine that those patrons would tell their friends, who would tell their friends and so on? Of course the kind-hearted bard wouldn't do that on purpose!

It's not his fault that all the citizens of Mondstadt now know about Diluc's engagement with you!

Sorry Donna.

"Come now, Master Diluc! Good news are meant to be shared with others! Who knows? Maybe even the Anemo Archon caught wind of them, ehe!"

"...I won't sell you any wine for a month now."

"W-What?! Please, don't be so cruel, Master Diluc!"

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Bathing with him

Cw! : gn!reader....... with some mentions of maybe f!/m!reader, mentions of d*ck, nothing too explicit. written before sunday & aven release!

Aventurine

✦ 01 bb come home the kids miss u :(

✦ 02 Though, by all means, Aventurine never or rarely reveal his ✦ bare naked self infront of anyone. So congratulations for achieving this level of intimacy with him

✦ 03 At first he'd be so cocky and teaseful when you asked him if you wanted to bath with him

✦ 04 "Oh? princess/prince-y here wants to bathe with me? well what's the occasion, or are you just that touch starved?" he snickered with a smirk of a devil in his face

✦ 05 I also think he'd also ask you to undress you to like "sweetie… I don't think I can take off my shirt… can you help me?" and he would be dangling his chest window area

✦ 06 and his pants too maybe, to show you his d---

✦ 07 anywayz, when both of you finally get in the bathtub, he'd be so shy

✦ 08 pls lead him!! princess needs his directions on how to do it correctly :<

Aventurine had a big bathroom. Big bathtub, a lot of space, fully furnished bathroom, a complete set of bath commodities. For you, it was like a dream bathroom. And there you are, sitting on the brims of the bathtub. The water tempeture was warm and the fragrance of the soap that had been mixed with the water was devine.

The door opened, revealing Aventurine in a towel around his waist. You can hear the footsteps behind you. An indication he's coming. "The water is set, you can get it in you'd like" you played with the water just a bit.

Aventurine put a hand onto your shoulder and gave you a kiss on the cheek "Mhm sure, arent you getting in honey?"

"I am, i am.. what, you need help with your towel?"

"Is that an offer, sweetheart?"

"…forget I said anything then" he snorted and smirked hearing your retort

As soon as both of you had done removing eachother's towels, both of you get in the bath tub.

Aventurine, gets in slowly, almost like as if he was scared to break the water itself. Adorable, really. To see a man who acts so smug and so sure of himself, express nervousness when he's just taking a bath with his one and only lover. You noticed his nervous behavior and you cant help but let out a light chuckle, "Scared much, Avey?".

In which he reply "Nonsense, lovely." however to contrast his words, he stammered on his words he spoke. It's not that noticeable, so he hopes you don't notice it.

yet ofcouse you would notice it and scooch over to him closer and give him a little kiss on his shoulder and snake an arm on the back of his waist. Just a way to tease him, just a bit.

He flinched slightly by your touch and scoffed "Devil much huh? oh sorry, I meant hell spawn." you laugh, "Not my fault that handsome here is so stiff. Come on, I'll wash your hair and you wash mine"

He let you do as you please with him. It felt oddly nice to have someone taking care of him for once in a lifetime. You do it so gently with him too, now how could he not feel at least slightly emotional when only such a few people have given him comfort and almost all of them have died? And now here you are, taking care of him like he's a stray cat.

He just can't help it but say

".... I'm glad I met you, I love you, sweetheart."

Jing Yuan

✦ 01 Big cat. Very big cat.

✦ 02 Big cat flop onto the bath tub

✦ 03 Big cat will ask u to wash his hair (uncertain he would do the same tho)

✦ 04 Will sleep if u take too long to shampoo his hair.

✦ 05 Cold water can do the trick to wake him up

✦ 06 Would probably pull you in a huge hug too.

When Jing Yuan got on the bathtub, it was almost as if he hogged all the space that were available. "Hey, how come I don't get a room?" You complained. Which he replies with a lazy smirk "you can just sit on my lap?"

An awkward pause fills up the room, and the longer the pause, the more contagious the little pink blush is on your cheeks which he just cannot help himself to laugh. "Well? Would you like to, dove?" In which you just let out a whine.

Eventually, you cave in and give into his whims. It's not like there's any other way to get in the bath tub without any of his body parts being touched by you. Now here you are, sitting on top of his lap, looking like a confused cat, don't know where to leap next.

It was a sight for sore eyes. You looked cute, now he can't help but let out a playful chuckle and bring you forward to him. "Why so stiff? Is it your first time seeing me stripped? I don't think so…" Worst part, he gave you his signature little lazy smile, looking like he has no wrongdoings.

"That's… Irrelevant, just let me do your hair, baobei." Hence, he let his head down and let you untie his ponytail, and do the rest

While you were washing his hair, his eyelids suddenly felt heavy. He couldn't help it, it felt so good to have your delicate yet skillful fingers all over his scalp. It just so happens that you were doing too great of your job.

"Baobei, it's done~!" You twisted his hair and stuck it into the top of his head. "Baobei?" You called him out again. No response.

Out of suspicion, you raise his head to show his sleeping face. Ah, in all of the places in the universe.. he just had to sleep at this moment, you thought. Abruptly, you had a really… Devious plan to wake him up.

Jing Yuan really just needed to rinse the shampoo away and he'd be done. But instead of using the warm water, just use the icy cold water to wake him up. And perhaps instead of using the shower, why not just pour a bucket full of it? That's exactly what you did.

Sure, it's quite literally deceitful, but at least it gets the job done. It's hard to wake up this big general, so a bucket of cold water could do.

You took a small bucket lying around the bathroom and filled it up with cold water. Little did you know, Jing Yuan was already awake when you were done with his hair.

You swear you didn't feel the water vibrations changing, but somehow, he's already in your shoulder while you were still not done filling the bucket.

"Mmnh… What are you doing my Qīn qīn? Not trying to splash me with the cold water aren't you?"

Drat. How did he even—

"No-no… O-ofcourse not.."

"Then what is it for, hm?"

"I…" You decided to give up from the act. Goddamnit, you were so close!

"you know what? yes, I was, now.. have a taste—!" You splashed the water into his face. Yet, no response. Not even a reaction, single flinch, nothing… Literally unfazed.

"Mhm, it takes more than that to even make me flinch, baobei dear."

Sunday

✦ 01 Asking to bath with Sunday isn't really that hard... But he would reassure you if you want to do it, it's a very intimate action to bathe with one another.

✦ 02 But bathing with Sunday is like bathing with an angel in a cloud

✦ 03 He'd be so soft, delicate. As if scared to even hurt you, make a wrong move.

✦ 04 Though, as delicate as he can be, he expects you to do the same.

✦ 05 He would let you wash his wings, but be gentle with them!

✦ 06 Once again, his touch is so gentle. Like imagine him washing your face with his thumbs just circling your cheeks

"Dear, turn your head downwards for me please?" He asked. Your boyfriend, Sunday, couldn't have been more gentler. He's washing your hair and your whole body with firm yet gentle strokes. You did as he asked and turned your head downwards. "Good girl/boy..." and thus felt the warm water wash away all the foam that covered your entire frame.

"Mm... Shouldn't I be the one praising you, angel?" He let out a silent chuckle "And who's being the obedient one here, hm?" It was a somewhat convenient playful banter between the two of you. Convincing the other that they're better.

Once you're done, Sunday gave one last splash of water to your hair and scrub off any remaining shampoo or soap that still be sticking around. "There, all done." He gave a wet kiss on the forehead. Which you unintentionally let out a giggle. "Hey this isn't fair, can't I bathe you too?" You note, it was true, all this time who's getting the royalty treatment is just you. "Do you want to? If so you could do that.."

An unanticipated idea came up from your oh so brilliant head "How about I wash your wings?"

"..." He hesitated just a bit. If truth be told, he was quite... Anxious to lend you his wings. Just what if you accidentally pulled one of the feathers? "How about my.. body, dear? My hair?" He recommended

"I mean— sure.. but can I wash your wings? Pleasee?" You insisted and pleaded. You even crawled your way to his chest, he felt compelled to kiss that face of yours and hug you tight. Just how can he reject you? "Fine, fine... But be extremely gentle." He sighed.

You started on with his right wing. Once you've held it, the wing flinches by accident. You poured the soap into your hand and started caressing the tip of his wing, cleaning all the dirt or dust that was there. "Does this hurt, sunday?" Through which he denies "no, absolutely not, darling. You're doing great" and purred as you do his wings

As you did the other wing, he kept purring like a pigeon being petted. Perhaps it was to imply that he was very enjoying this.

"Enjoying this much, love?"

"Very" he cood "oh, and thank you, I love you darling.." you giggled in response as you rinse both of his wings "I love you too."

✧ XTRA : i fking gentlemenfied sunday dawg :sob: also this was vv rushed, thats why it keeps getting shorter from aven to sunday (Aven is 430 words n sunday is 400 words) but oddly enough jy is 560 words💀 cringed so bad in jy's part tho like i speedrun that shit & gonna write guitarist bf kazuha after this

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