#the way he says 'it leaves you' like it's a truth he'd kept hidden and unspoken for years

[chococolte]

What? I think I might be addicted to you writing?? Like, this is hands down the best yandere/sagau blog I’ve come across. I just feel so loved with the way you write the interactions between the reader and characters! And my god complex is very well fed right now! Finally some good fucking food :)

I’d like to entrust you with my comfort character, my baby boi, Venti. Would you please do sagau touching his wings in his archon form, like how you did draconic Zhongli? And if it isn’t too much, could you write something for sagau calling Venti “good boy” as well? Ty!

word count. 975

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, religious + cult themes, sagau + cult au. i do not condone yanderes irl.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. aaa thank you!!!! sorry this one took me so long, but here you go! i mixed your two requests together here, so i hope you don't mind (though he'll still get his own separate good boy post, eventually). i hope you like it!! ♥

Venti's wings spread the moment you touch the soft skin of his spine.

It's an impulse, purely instinctive. His body acts before his mind, and his wings are the most primal part of his form— they react to any outside stimuli within moments, and to you, especially; always you. Before Venti can bite his tongue and control himself, his wings fan out, his feathers ruffling.

Venti's wings are broad and a bold white, stark against the golden light of your throne room. Every individual feather is soft and delicate, sensitive to the lightest touch. From where he sits by your feet, he looks up at you with wet eyes and unshed tears of euphoria, fringed by dark black lashes.

He lets out a small, quick breath, almost a whine, when you run your fingers over his feathers. There's no cruelty in your touch, no callousness to your movements—you move elegantly, every gentle scrape of your nails against his back and rub of your hands leaves him shuddering, filled with the urge to mutter every prayer in your name.

You massage the small area connecting his wings to his back. Venti arches his spine, chest heaving with rhapsodies of pleasure. His fingers curl around your robes, pulling them tight enough his knuckles turn white. He hides his face in the warmth of your lap, taking in every breath with the intent to remember your scent.

"Your Grace," he mumbles into the silk of your fabrics, body jolting when you brush against the tender, velvety skin at the base of one of his feathers. Venti bites the inside of his cheek, holding back a loud, obnoxious whimper. As you take your fingers upward and gently lift one of his feathers, he has to stop himself from making any salacious sounds.

"A-Ah, please… more! Please—" Venti chokes on his words, sputtering as you rub his feathers in-between your fingers. His wings twitch, tensing with rapture. His heart swells and sings in his chest when he catches a glimpse of the smile on your face— he's pleasing you, even if he must make a fool out of himself to do so.

Venti is only mildly embarrassed, though the pure happiness of being so close to you outweighs any shame he may feel. When it comes to you, there's no limit to what he'd do; ask him to throw his life away, and he will do so without question. Ask him to show you the most vulnerable parts of himself, and he'll do it without any hesitation. Ask him to spread his wings and soul, whatever part of him you desire to see, and he will do it without thinking. Repercussions matter little when it comes to his god.

He's thought of this moment before— latching onto your thighs, begging to be toyed with, the warm comfort of your presence so close to him; having you play with his feathers and wings in your hands, showing you every dark, nasty urge he's kept hidden away. A paradisiacal reverie he's imagined so much that every moment is coordinated, practiced and perfect. He says this, you say that-- but nothing could compare to the sweet reality of your touch, the truth of basking in your light by the bottom of your throne, of your lovely benevolence— he could never go back to dreams, now.

You trace the bone of his wings, and Venti follows, tucking his wings inward so you don't have to reach to pet the tips. The mere thought of you having to reach for anything at all is revolting. The world is yours to command; the rest of them simply live within it. Whatever it is you wish of him, he will do it. If you wished to take his wings and pluck every feather, he would let you.

A sharp shiver breaks him out of his thoughts when you move back down, rubbing at the base of his wings. All too quickly, Venti's heart lurches to his throat, his ribcage moving with every breath.

He stifles a moan, chest convulsing with every intake of air as you continue to gently handle his feathers. You tug softly at one of them, and he presses himself further against you before he can think, mind muddied and clouded with mist. All he can think of is you, you, you. You're the only thing worth thinking about; the only thing worth caring about.

You laugh, and Venti mewls. Any composure befitting of one of The Seven is discarded, completely forgotten. His many titles and epithets, prayers that speak his praises and ballads of his history are meaningless, now— in comparison to you, none of it matters. You are everything, and he wishes for nothing more than for this moment to be frozen in time. Any moment spent with you is heaven. Your laughter is light and mellifluous, his ears and mind besotted by the mere sound. He could listen to you for an eternity.

"Good boy," you hum, and Venti's mind breaks. His shoulders shake, and his wings flutter, twitching and tensing all at once. "Just my good boy, right?"

"Just your good boy," Venti says fervently. He looks up at you, barely able to bring himself to meet your heated gaze, but somehow still manages without losing his mind. "Just yours."

He moves to say it again, but his words hitch in his throat when you suddenly move your hands upwards, forgoing his wings. Your fingers attach themselves to his hair, threading through his dark locks with gentleness he knows he has done nothing to deserve.

"Only mine," you say, a smile audible in your voice. A shudder runs through his body at your tone. Despite how loud his heartbeat is, he hears you clearly above all else. No matter what, he will always hear you.

"Only yours," he whispers back.

#[🦇] — my writing #genshin impact #genshin x reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #sagau #self aware genshin #self aware genshin au #genshin cult au #venti #yandere venti #sagau venti #genshin self aware #genshin #yandere venti x reader #genshin sagau #sagau x reader #gender neutral reader

[itsmealaiah]

okay girl here’s a req

can you do 2008tom x reader smut? where reader’s parents invited them for a family dinner and when they sat at the table tom kept rubbing reader’s thighs almost squeezing them,also when reader was playing with her niece and nephew tom kept whispering in her ear abt having a kid but soon they ended up making out in the bathroom

sorry if it’s a lot,if you’re comfortable can you do smth like this?🫶🏼

-love ya🤭💗

eee baby fever is so real rn

Sneaking away

tags/ warnings: making out, tom having baby fever, hidden breeding kink? p in v, cursing

MDNI ⚠️

a/n: thank you bb i love you!!

summary: seeing you interact so greatly with kids really gets tom going, even at a family function

Your POV:

Me and tom had been invited to my parent's house for dinner tonight, and I was so excited for him to finally meet my family and for them to meet him, but all throughout the meal, he wouldn't ease up, being touchy in front of my family, where someone could so easily spot what he was doing, and he'd never be allowed over ever again. His hands continuously grazed my thighs, hiking up my dress so he could rest his cold hands on the skin.

It felt quite nice, to be truthful, but not appropriate, especially when children are around. I slapped his hands away, and he pouted, a frown creasing his lips. He didn't stop however, oh no, because he went right back to his fucking intolerable acts, squeezing my thighs, leaving small little marks denting the skin. I was being overdramatic, obviously, but he needed to take a hint.

"Tom" I whisper-yelled in his ear, and he perked up, still not removing his hands, making me growl lowly in annoyance. "remove your hands or we're gonna have a problem!" I asserted, but he ignored my demands. I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. I couldn't deny, again, that it was quite pleasurable.

My niece made her way over to me, her little hands grabbing at the silk hem of my dress, begging to be picked up. "Hi N/n!" I cooed, placing her on my lap. (N/n means niece name/ Ne/n means nephew name; i made up the 2nd so they aren't the same hope that helps 😭) "How are you?" I asked in a babyish, silly voice, and she smiled. "Go-good" she babbled, looking over at tom, curious who he was. I caught her gaze, and pointed him out, letting her know he was okay, that he wouldn't harm her. "That's mister tom! Can you say hi?" I babbled in a slightly high-pitched voice. "Hi-hi!" she greeted, and tom smiled. "hello there n/n" he laughed, taking her from my arms.

I watched as they interacted. Tom seemed quite..infatuated with her, like he already loved her, wanted to hold her forever. He had never brought up children, let alone having them before, I wondered. Did he- did he want one?

I let myself get lost in thought, until tom dragged me over to the family room, where the TV was placed. It felt incredibly nostalgic to be back, after so many months away. Tom was occupied with n/n, while my nephew made his way over to me, and tom didn't let him leave his sight. He scooted closer to me as I tickled Ne/n, his laughtr contagious as n/n now wanted a piece. "You really must like kids, huh?" Tom whispered into my ear, and I gasped, my motions coming to a halt, as Ne/n whined, the laughter subsiding. He left a gentle kiss on the nape of my neck, and a moan almost escaped my lips, but I held it back.

I picked Ne/n upright, and began to tickle n/n, her small body convulsing with joy as she lay on the carpet, squirming around, small begs and pleas coming from her mouth, making me laugh. Tom's hot breath coated my ear, as I tried not to let it distract me away from my niece and having a good time with her, but he had other plans. "you'd be a perfect mother" he whispers, catching me off guard, as I come to a complete stop once again, disappointing my younger relative. I sighed, as his arms wrapped around the front of my stomach, thumbs tracing small little circles over my dress, relieving my pent up anger. "Hey hey hey" he whispers once again. "let's go to the bathroom, yeah? take some time to cool down" he offers, and I sigh, getting up with him.

I guide him to one of the two bathrooms, leading him upstairs so we can have more privacy, and lock the door behind us. "so what now?' I heave, leaning back onto the sink. "Thank fuck I got you alone" he mumurs, lips attacking my own possesively, making me moan into his mouth as he grins. "Mm, taste so sweet baby" he growls, hitching my dress up once more, sitting me on the counter. "Seeing you with those kids was so hot liebe, might want to fill you up with one of my own" he says, voice low. My eyes widen, slightly cringing at his words, but leaning into the kiss again, my arms cinching around his neck, his hands groping my waist tightly.

"So, so hot" he says gently against my lips, his hands leaving my hips, and rising up to my dress straps, slowly sliding them downwards, revealing my bare chest to his hungry, lustful gaze. I whimper, my hands pulling at his dreads, begging for him to do something, anything. He obliges, lips wrapping around my breast, taking it whole in his mouth, letting his tongue swirl and run over the soft, wet skin. I moan, my head falling back in pleasure as his hand finds my other each though his eyes are closed, and kneads it between his fingers, rolling the perky flesh around.

"Need to feel you" He groans, his actions stopping as he unbuttons his heavily baggy jeans, the tent in his pants incredibly visible, making me gasp. "See what you do to me? teasing me with those kids?" he asks, biting my earlobe, tugging at the skin. He takes his time with me, kissing my lips, tongue seeking entrance into my mouth, and once I grant it, he goes insane. "Gonna fill you up, having you walk around with my baby, you hear me?" he demands, and I nod fearfully. "Good fucking girl" His boxers are slipped off, only his shirt left, but soon that is gone, his hands making quick work of it.

He pulls what's left of my dress down, only a pair of lacy panties left, and he digs his thumbs into the sides, dragging them down agonizingly slow, to tease me. "Hurry up" I whine, and he brings a finger to my lips. "patience baby, don't worry" he reassures me. Soon enough, i'm fully naked, just like him, in my parent's upstairs bathroom, probably ruining this counter for generations to come. He lines himself up with my wet hole, feeling how turned on I am just by his simple words and actions. "Oh!" I moan. "hurts a little" I whimper, and he strokes my hair lovingly. "Only for a second my dear, then it goes away, like always, okay?" He promises, and I believe him.

He slips in and out once i'm semi-used to it, being as gentle as he can since he knows how fragile I am, how fragile my body is. Everytime I wince, or my eyes shut, he whispers small words of praise, such as "doing so well", or "you're being so good f'me" making me melt each time. When the pain finally fully subsides, he has not a single ounce of mercy for me, rocking my body back and forth, holding me in his grasp while I shake on the counter. "You want me to get you pregnant? fill you up all nice with my cum?" He growls, lips devouring my neck, sure to leave some type of mark, if not multiple. I nod, desperate for him.

"That's what I thought" he smirks. "Mm-ah!" I moaned, arching my back, feeling every ounce of pleasure coursing through me, my legs digging into his back, and he winced, letting up just a bit. "Please-ngh" i whimpered. "please what baby, begging for me? So desperate for me" he growled. The knot in my stomach soon formed, signaling I was close, and tom knew it too, and he whimpered. "Gonna cum baby, cum with me" he commanded, and I released, my juices coating his cock, as he twitched, his release taking him only mere second later, and I gasped.

"Gonna be such a good mom" he panted as he pulled out, his ropes of the white liquid spilling out. I pulled my dress back up, and he did the same, rushing out of the bathroom once he was fully ready, leaving me all alone.

Was i really ready to be a mom?

#tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #itsmealaiah #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x y/n

[happy74827]

I'm not sure if requests are open but I just wanted to ask if you could write Gideon graves with a bossy/dominant reader

Also I absolutely love all of your fics they are so good!! ☺

Powerless

[Gideon Graves x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Gideon had always made people believe he was the man in charge with his brashness. But when he goes too far, you decide to put him in his place.

WC: 2255

Category: Spice/Lime

Hopefully by bossy/dominant reader you meant Gideon being a begging mess… because that’s what I wrote lmfaooo

『••✎••』

Gideon Graves sat across from you in the upscale restaurant, the clinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of conversation forming a soothing soundtrack to the night. He looked handsome in his tuxedo, the sharp lines and high-quality material only highlighting his strong shoulders and narrow waist and his long, lithe body that had so often pressed against yours. He watched you across the table, his dark eyes following your movements as you lifted your glass and took a small sip.

"The food is delicious," you said. "But then, I should've expected that. You always have to show off."

Gideon's lips quirked, his gaze lingering on your mouth.

"What?" you said.

"I'm enjoying myself," he murmured, reaching across the table for his own glass of wine. "We haven't done this in a while. I'd forgotten how much fun it is."

"That's because you're the most insufferable person I've ever met."

"Is that why you keep me around?"

Truth be told, there were a lot of reasons. He was attractive and charismatic, with a sharp mind and a quick wit, not to mention a tongue that was just as wicked as it was talented. But that was all surface, and what really kept you around were the things he kept hidden. The way he would smile and his eyes would soften, the way he'd sometimes rest his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapped around you as you watched a movie, the way he would kiss you like he needed your breath to live.

"Something like that," you said.

You leaned across the table, and his eyes glittered, anticipating a kiss. But you stopped just short of his mouth.

This was Gideon’s reason for “keeping” you. The thrill of the chase, the game of dominance. You were both the hunter and the hunted, the cat and the mouse. Though, on paper, he was the one with all the power, all the money, and influence, but you knew who was really in control. And you made sure to remind him of it whenever the opportunity arose.

He watched you, his expression unreadable, his face impassive. You waited, not moving a muscle, watching him watch you. It was a battle of wills, a game of chicken. He broke first, leaning forward to close the gap between you, but you leaned back just enough so his mouth missed yours, catching your bottom lip between his teeth instead. You held his gaze, watching the dark fire in his eyes, the hunger in his face. You waited a few moments until his expression grew impatient, and then you pulled away, leaving him grasping at air.

He smiled, the edges of his expression turning dangerous.

"Dessert?" he said.

You grinned. “Yes, actually.”

Gideon chuckled, that pissed-off smile still in place. He snapped his fingers, and a waiter hurried over. You hated it when he did that, but you had to admit, it was effective.

"Hey, man," he said, looking down his nose at the waiter. "Say…what do you have for dessert here? You got anything chocolate?"

"Chocolate mousse, sir," the waiter said.

"Cool, yeah, I'll take one of those. What about you, Honey?” He knew how much you hated it when he called you by pet names. That’s why he did it. “I know you love your chocolate. Oh, but not too much, now. We have to watch our figures."

You were absolutely livid. You glared at him from across the table, but his smirk didn’t waver. He could read your emotions like an open book.

"I'm going to the bathroom," you said.

"I'll call if our food arrives," he said, giving you a wink. As you got up, secretly fuming, you saw the waiter glance over at him, a nervous look on his face. Gideon caught the look but simply told the waiter to add another chocolate mousse to his order.

At least he knew what you liked.

The bathroom was a welcome escape from the tension. You splashed water on your face, breathing deep. When you had calmed down enough, you exited the bathroom, only to find Gideon waiting for you by the door.

"I ordered some champagne for you," he said, and though his tone was innocent, his expression was not. “I thought it would help wash the chocolate down."

You exploded. All that was on your mind was the memory of the bathroom being completely empty. With the assurance that no one else was around, you grabbed his lapels and shoved him into the bathroom. He barely had time to gasp in surprise before you shoved him against the wall, pinning him there.

All the sarcasm and snark left him, replaced by a wide-eyed stare and flushed cheeks. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath coming in short pants.

"Are you out of your mind?" He managed to say, but his voice shook. You had him right where you wanted him.

"What, Gideon? Did I ruin your little game?" You pressed yourself closer, the heat of his body radiating through his clothes. His skin was so warm. You felt the outline of his body through the fabric, the hard line of his waist, his chest. You slid your hands along the edge of his coat, feeling his ribs, his heart.

"No," he said. His eyes were wide, and you could feel him trembling. He was always like this, at the mercy of his own desires, his own wanton lust. It was so easy to play him, to manipulate him. You didn't even need to use your powers; it was his own weakness. He was putty in your hands. "Not yet."

You moved your hand down, over his stomach, and lower, between his legs. He moaned, his head falling back against the wall. His skin was so hot, you could feel it through the fabric. He was hard, and his hips twitched, seeking more contact.

"Don't stop," he said, his voice strained.

"Why shouldn't I?"

He didn't answer. He was just a panting, desperate mess, a slave to his own urges.

You pulled away, and his face fell, the flush draining from his cheeks. This was his punishment, and you loved every second of it.

"I think we should go back," you said. "Before our dessert gets cold."

"I'll buy the whole restaurant," he said.

You raised your eyebrows, and his expression darkened.

"Anything," he said. "Anything, I'll buy it. You want the fucking moon? It's yours."

You laughed. "That's not how it works, Gideon."

"Please," he begged. "Let me..."

You leaned in close. His breath was hot against your cheek, his heartbeat racing. Gideon was the picture of desperation, and you were the only one who could bring him this far, the only one who could make him lose control. You kissed him, and he groaned, his hips bucking into your hand. He was so eager, so pliant. He was at your mercy.

"I want my mousse," you whispered. “And I want all the teasing to stop. I've been a good girl, haven't I?"

He whimpered. "Yes."

"So, I think you owe me a reward, don't you?"

"Yes, yes," he said, nodding quickly.

"Good.”

He shuddered, closing his eyes. You could see his chest rising and falling as he took a few deep breaths, calming himself. He swallowed and opened his eyes again; the fire returned to his gaze. He gave you a smile, a real one, the kind of smile that made your stomach flutter.

“Home, then? I imagine.” He ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing the disheveled strands. He took a step towards you, and you moved away. His smile widened.

"Nope. You’re not getting anything tonight. You'll have to prove to me that you can behave, or I'll leave you in the cold."

His expression fell.

"And, no, that's not a euphemism," you added.

"That's not fair."

"Well, life isn't fair, is it?"

"I'll take a cab home," he said, a slight growl to his voice.

"You won't. Because I know that the second I leave, you're going to get yourself off."

"You can't tell me what to do," he said, and a small smirk spread across his face. He was trying to get a rise out of you.

"You're right. I can't. But I know that if you don't listen to me, you'll never get what you want. And if you want me, then you better be a good boy."

He bit his lip, his eyes flicking over your body.

"Okay," he said, finally. "I'll be a good boy. Promise."

"Good. Now let's go have our mousse."

Gideon groaned, his expression pained.

You giggled. "I mean, unless you'd rather just go home..."

"No," he said quickly. "No, no. Mousse is good. Great."

You smirked. "That's what I thought."

The two of you headed back out, and Gideon took his seat, looking more composed than before, though he was still flushed.

"You okay, there?" You said innocently.

"Mhmm."

"I mean, if you'd like, I can ask the waiter for some water or-"

"I'm fine," he snapped.

"Good. I'd hate to see you suffer."

He looked at you, and his expression was pained. But you ignored it. The mousse was placed in front of you, and you dug in. It was rich and smooth and absolutely delicious.

“Thanks, honey," you said, flashing a smile at Gideon. You might’ve slammed him into the wall and practically choked him with lust, but the mousse was delicious, and you had to thank him for that. You’ve always been good with manners.

Gideon smiled back, though it was clearly forced.

"You're welcome," he said.

The rest of the night was pleasant despite his suffering. He kept quiet, his eyes lingering on you, watching your every move. You finished your mousse and asked for the bill, and Gideon paid for the entire meal. You felt slightly bad since the check was more than the down payment for your apartment, but Gideon assured you that it was fine and that money was no object.

He escorted you out, and the valet brought the car around. He opened the door for you, and you slipped inside. You watched him walk around to the other side and climb in. He was so graceful, like a dancer or a model.

"Where to?" He said.

"Yours," you said simply, with a soft smile.

He paused, his eyes widening with surprise. And then, his expression softened, his features becoming relaxed. His smile was warm, and he nodded.

"Of course."

Gideon might’ve kept his cool in front of the valet and the staff at the restaurant, but the second the two of you stepped inside his apartment, his composure began to crumble just as you knew it would. His eyes were glazed over with desire, his breathing was shallow, and his cheeks flushed.

This was the Gideon you wanted. This was the Gideon you craved.

He followed you inside, and as soon as the door closed and you allowed him to, he pushed you up against the wall. You let him kiss you, his mouth warm and soft, his tongue darting out to tease yours. He was eager, his hands gripping your hips. He was still holding back, trying not to let himself go, but you knew he couldn't resist.

"Touch me," you demanded, and he groaned, his lips sliding down to your neck. He kissed your throat, his teeth scraping lightly over your skin. He was gentle, but you could tell he wanted more. You tilted your head back, giving him access to the smooth expanse of your neck, and he obliged, his tongue and teeth working together to tease and torture.

You sighed, letting him pleasure you. He was so talented, so skilled. It was hard to believe that the man who could give you such blissful, agonizing ecstasy was the same man who could make your blood boil and your skin crawl.

"Fuck," you breathed as he nipped at your collarbone. He knew all the places to touch, to tease. He could play your body like a finely tuned instrument, drawing out every last note.

He lifted his head, his eyes dark and hooded. His lips were swollen, his breath coming in hot pants.

"I want you," he whispered.

"I know."

"Let me have you."

"Not yet."

"Please.” He was begging again. You loved it.

"Soon."

"Now."

"Be patient, Gideon."

He whimpered. You could feel his hands trembling, his hips twitching against yours. He was straining against his clothes, aching for release.

And unfortunately for him, the night was only just beginning, and you happened to love it when he was begging and pleading for release.

So, with a coy smile, you pulled away and started towards his bedroom. He was frozen in place, his expression dazed and his cheeks flushed. His gaze followed you as you moved, watching as you undressed.

You removed your blouse, letting the silky fabric slip off your shoulders and down your arms. You tossed it aside and unclasped your bra, letting it join the pile of discarded clothing. Your skirt followed suit, pooling at your feet. Gideon swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

You stepped out of your clothes and turned around, heading towards the bedroom, leaving him behind. He didn't follow. You heard a low moan and the soft shuffle of clothes. You couldn't help but smirk.

The bed was soft and warm. You stretched out on the covers, running your fingers through your hair.

And with one simple word, you made him forget everything.

"Come.”

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[aldbooks]

A Gwynriel scene...

"So there is where you've chosen to hide is it?"

Azriel turned from where he stood, hidden in shadow, near the shore of the river. The music from the party just drifted quietly to him at this distance, the faint trill of Mor's laughter, the sweet scent of chocolate... 

He hadn't needed his shadows to alert him to her presence. The fact that they said nothing at all, relaxing suddenly in the cool night breeze off the sea was warning enough. He couldn't help the way his gaze raked over her again, lingering briefly on the necklace that hung from her throat. 

He hadn't been the only one to notice it. Elain had spotted it as soon as they'd arrived, surprise flashing in her eyes before her expression turned carefully blank. She'd said nothing at all, but he could tell she wanted to. He'd hoped she wouldn't say anything to Gwyn, the priestess had been nervous enough to leave the Library. He didn't want anything else upsetting her, especially when he was meant to be the one escorting her back home later.

She smiled as she came to stand next to him, looking out over the sparkling city across the shore. As far as he knew, it was the first time she had been in the city proper. He wondered what she made of it, with it's vibrant lights and sounds and equally vibrant people.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, as though hearing his thoughts.

"It is," he said, still watching her face as she surveyed the city and the dark expanse beyond. The lights glittered, reflected in her large eyes, a soft smile curling her lips. Gods, she was beautiful. 

It wasn't a new thought. He'd been aware of her beauty from the first time he saw her. Large, teal eyes like the depthless sea that seemed to see straight through the icy mask he wore to his battered soul. Coppery brown hair, smooth as silk that hung around her shoulders and shone like metal in the light. Pale freckled skin covering a delicate face and lithe body, and the most lush, pink lips he'd ever seen.

She certainly wasn't the only beautiful female he knew, she wasn't even the only beautiful female in the Library. Many of those poor females had unfortunately been targeted for a reason... But there was something about her particular beauty that drew one in. Not just him, she seemed to have the ability to draw everyone to her, whether she intended to or not.

He usually had no issue ignoring the looks and attraction of the females in the library, though he was not unaware of the ones who fawned over him during training. Those females had suffered enough at the hands of other males, he would not burden any of them with his attention, particularly unasked for.

But Gwyn...

"Is there something on my face?" she asked, a slight laugh in her voice. He'd been staring, he realized, but he didn't look away.

He shook his head slowly. "You look- very well, Gwyn. I'm proud of you."

Her smile transformed her face from mere beauty to something transcendent. "I'm proud of me, too."

"As you should be." Something dark flickered over her shoulder and he noticed his shadows playing in her hair. He didn't wish to draw attention to them, but silently called them back. 

"So why are you hiding out here then?" she asked. "Not a fan of parties?"

He forced a small smile, unwilling to share the truth. That he was jealous of his brother's happiness. Both of them. He was happy for them, truly. They deserved it. They'd fought hard for it, had earned it. But it didn't stop him from coveting the same. Didn't stop the bitterness that poisoned his veins when he thought about the feelings he'd harbored for others that had never been returned. About Mor who kept him on a leash for five hundred years. About Elain who had not spoken to him, had barely looked at him since Solstice. 

Mor had seen him, had seen his darkness and shunned it. Like him, she'd spent most of her younger years and in the dark and now craved the light. Elain had not truly known him, only the pretty picture he painted for her, the kinder parts of himself that he allowed her to see. She'd run at the first sign of hesitation on his part, which he did not blame her for. But he understood now that she had never been meant for him either. She was too good, too pure. She would not ever truly understand the darkness that dwelled in him. Could never fully accept it.

But Gwyn knew. She'd been there that night in Sangravah. She'd seen him slaughter those men, seen his rage, his power, his icy fury. His wrath. And yet, even though she still trembled in fear, she did not flinch away from him as he wrapped her in his cloak and handed her off to Mor. Even when they met again in the training ring, all those months together, the private lessons, the midnight encounters... she'd never been afraid of him.

She faced him down everytime, with an irreverent twist of her lips and a quick word on her tongue. She knew who he was, what he was capable of, and she had never been afraid of him. More than that- she trusted him. Something he did not take lightly.

She trusted him- which was exactly why he couldn't do this...

Their bodies had drifted closer together as they'd stood there in the shadows, pulled together like magnets. The same pull he often felt when she was near, unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. 

Her face was only a few inches away, her breath warming his mouth, when he leaned back, glancing away from the flash of disappointment, the embarrassment on her face. "I should head back." He stepped back, turning towards the party to give her a moment to swallow that embarrassment, much as it pained him to know he might have hurt her. 

She'd get over it. They always did. Mor would look at him with something like love then pull away a second later, brushing him off as though nothing had happened. Even Elain had moved past his presumed rejection of her on Solstice Night quickly enough. No one ever wanted him beyond those brief, intense moments. As soon as he was out of sight, he was forgotten. Gwyn would be no different.

He didn't examine why that stung more than usual.

"I promised Nesta a dance," he explained. Which wasn't actually a lie. "Enjoy the party, Berdara. Let me know when you'd like to go home."

There was a slight tremor in her smile as she waved him off, giving him her back. "I think I'll stay out here a bit longer," she said quietly.

He nodded, though she couldn't see it, backing away a step away.

She said nothing else, just sank gracefully to the ground, her skirts flaring around her as she sat, still staring out over the water.

When he was a fair distance away he turned, hidden in the shadows of a nearby tree and looked at her. She sat with her knees curled to her chest, her beautiful face tipped up towards the moon. Her eyes were closed, but her face was not quite relaxed and as he watched, a tear slid down her cheek.

His breath froze in his chest as his shadows swirled around him uneasily. One tried to slink away, slithering over the ground towards her but he reeled it back in, stepped further into the shadows as she rested her forehead on her knees, shoulders shaking so slightly it was almost unnoticeable. She did not need to know her private moment had been observed.

Whatever she was feeling: grief, sadness, humiliation, anxiety; was not meant for his eyes, and yet he could not look away. He melted further into the shadows until he was invisible, silently watching over her until she gathered herself, wiping  her face and rising to her feet. If she sensed his presence, she did not show it, did not glance in his direction even once as she strode past him fading into the crowd. 

Something ached in his chest as his shadows urged him to go after her. To follow. To wipe away that broken expression he'd seen as she passed him. 

Against his will, his mind conjured the image of her face just before he'd pulled away from her. The soft, hazy look in her eyes, the wisp of hair that fell across her temple, the way her lips parted in invitation... He wondered if he hadn't just made the biggest mistake of his long life...

He did not see her again for the rest of the night, and however she managed to get home, she had not asked him to take her.

---

He'd given the priestesses an extra day off training the morning after the mating ceremony, both to give himself time to get caught up on reports, and also to give himself a buffer in case he'd needed to recover.

Instead, he spent the entire morning thinking about Gwyn. The look on her face when she'd been so close to him, and the tear that had slid down her cheek after he'd walked away. He couldn't describe the pain in his chest as the remembrance of it. His shadows urged him once again to go to her, seek her out. But he couldn't quite make himself do it and wallowed in his own misery, alone in the House when he wanted to be somewhere else.

Gwyn was at training the next morning. She still spoke with the other priestesses, laughed with Emerie and went through the exercises, following every order he gave, but she seemed- dimmed. Her usual spark, that brash determination that was so thoroughly charming, was gone.

Her movements were still precise and technically impeccable, graceful as ever, but her eyes were dull, completely lacking enthusiasm, even when she smiled. Others seemed to notice it too. Not just himself and Emerie, but the priestesses who looked to Gwyn as an example. She was the reason many of them were even here. She had been to one to take that first step, to show them they could be more, could do more for themselves. The one who pushed them to keep going when they struggled and praised them when they accomplished something new.

And she had nothing to give them today.

Guilt swarmed in Azriel's gut, even his shadows did not seem to want to be near him today, practically avoiding him the way Gwyn dodged his gaze. She'll get over it, he told himself again. They all move on, she will too. She deserves better.

It didn't make him feel any better. 

He had intended to hold her back after training so they could speak but she'd somehow snuck past him and back into the library before he could catch her. Emerie appeared at his side, glancing around with a frown. "Where did Gwyn go? I had a book for her."

He shrugged. "No idea. You can leave it with me if you want. I'll make sure she gets it."

Emerie glanced at him. "Do you know what's going on with her? She disappeared at the mating ceremony too. Had Morrigan take her home. Did something happen?"

Azriel's heart stopped for a moment at the suggestion. There hadn't been any disturbances that night as far as he knew. Surely, if something had happened, he would have heard about it. "Not that I'm aware of."

Emerie hummed quietly to herself. "Maybe it ended up being too much for her..."

Azriel had nothing to say to that, so he turned, offering her his hand instead. "Ready to go home?" She shook off her frown, nodding and he picked her up, carrying her back to Windhaven where she left him with a book to pass on to Gwyn.

With a perfect excuse to seek her out, Azriel headed straight to the library when he returned. Clotho explained that Merrill had specifically requested that she and Gwyn not be disturbed as they were behind on work with Gwyn taking a day off for the mating ceremony. She asked if he wanted her to give the book to Gwyn instead. He hesitated, about to hand it over before changing his mind. "That's ok, I'll check back later."

He could see Clotho's lips tilt up under her hood as he turned back for the door. He was far too wound up to get any work done at the moment and decided one more day off wouldn't hurt. Cassian was about to be gone for several weeks after all, he could have this. Instead he headed back up to the training room, surprised to find Rhys there, leaning against the wall, with an unreadable expression.

His steps faltered for a moment as he wondered what could have brought the High Lord here. "Rhys. Is everything alright? Nyx? Feyre?"

"They're both fine," Rhys canted his head, studying Azriel. "I'm here to see you."

"How can I help?" he said carefully.

"I heard tell you were rather- cozy with a certain priestess at Cassian's mating ceremony."

Azriel paused several feet away from his brother. "Oh?"

Rhys' shrewd gaze pierced him as he casually strolled closer, hands in his pockets. "Feyre said she noticed the lovely Gwyneth wander off through the garden, only to see the both of you return a few minutes later, separately. She noted Gwyneth seemed a bit- agitated, and left shortly after. Curious that."

Azriel worked not to react, crossing his arms and giving Rhys a bored look. "And?"

"And-" Rhys pulled a hand from his pocket, inspected his nails. "I've been keeping a particular eye on Gwyneth for some time. Particularly after she befriended Nesta... Cassian tells me she's very clever, a natural born leader."

"She is. Is there a point to this?"

Rhys shrugged, looking him in the eye again, his expression almost cold. "I've been considering the possibility that she and Nesta's friend, Emerie, might be assets to my court. And now, I'm wondering if there might be extenuating circumstances that might prevent that from happening."

"I'm not fucking her if that's what you're asking," Azriel said, his teeth on edge.

Rhys' eyes were ice. "I should hope not. I remember very well how she came to be here. I think she deserves more than to be a way for you to blow off steam."

Azriel bristled. "Watch yourself little brother."

Rhys smirked, looking amused. "So there is something there? Have you told her how you feel? Or will you hide from this one too and just stare longing across the training room?"

Azriel's fist shot out, but Rhys winnowed away before he could touch him, like he'd expected it. He whirled, finding Rhys behind him now, wearing a shit eating grin. "Interesting." He winnowed away from another punch, appearing behind him once more. "For what it's worth, I approve, brother."

"So glad to have your blessing," he said drily. 

Starflecked darkness burst through the ring, surrounding him as Rhys' chuckle echoed all around. When the darkness finally dissipated, Rhys was gone.

And Azriel suddenly had much to think about...

#from my drafts #gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #gwyn and azriel #azriel x gwyn #azriel and gwyn

[deceitfuldevout]

Hidden Treasure (Part 8)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): Angst, Fluff, Mentions of past domestic violence.

Author's note(s): Innocent heartfelt chapter (cue the fluff).

Your husband would have Finn either send messages to you, or simply keep an eye on your wellbeing. Although Finn hadn’t a clue of what was going on, he knew you of all people didn’t deserve this sort of treatment. He made sure to visit as often as he could for company.

You were grateful the moment Tommy finally let you out that dreadful basement. You hadn’t forgotten the promise made a few weeks ago to Finn. To bake him a signature custard from your bakery. He’d been dying to try. Soon, it became common for the youngest Shelby brother to stop by. He would either have a letter or message from Tommy. Most of them were if your husband would be late or earlier from work.

You’d pack Finn some lunch before bidding him a farewell. Most of the time it was just you and Charlie in one big, empty house. To say that he was a sweet child was an understatement. He had the power to make anyone’s cold heart melt. How could such a charming child come from a man like Tommy? You hadn’t a clue.

Of course, you could never replace Grace. You weren’t the one who’d given birth to him. But Charlie was your son in every single way that mattered. There were even a few special moments you’d spend with the other Shelby family members. You especially enjoyed bonding with the women of the family. Teatime with Polly was a particular favorite. She would give you as much advice as a wise woman could. In a way, Polly became your second mother.

As you were setting up the table Polly had been bouncing Charlie on her lap. Finn decided to stop by since today’s work was slower than usual, he choose to stay a little longer. Polly examines her finished tea. Her expression was confused at first, then startled. She shows Finn the cup, and it was as if he'd read something from it.

Polly let’s out a small sigh, “Tell me my dear…” she places her cup on the table, “…has my nephew been treating you well?”

You’re at a loss for words. How could you answer to her? Should you tell her the truth? How would she react? You made up your mind to keep it short and subtle, “Tommy provides me with everything a wife may need. What more could a woman want?” you try your best to force a smile, hoping that it was a good enough answer.

But Polly was suspicious that something wrong within your marriage. She could sense it, “You didn’t answer my question dear, has he been treating you well?” her voice is sterner this time. You tense. Your heart races, “I-I’m not sure what you mean...” you play off. Polly could tell that over the period of time since you've been married, the flicker of light in your eyes had disappeared. Blown out by the cold blues that followed into your nightmares.

At that point, Finn has had it. As soon as Polly leaves, he tells you of his plan, “Tommy’s going to some event next week, and he won’t be back until the morning,”

“Finn…” you warn. It wouldn’t be a good idea breaking your husband's trust. A man like Tommy never forgets. Finn grumbles, “I’m sick and tired of seeing him treat you like--like the dirt on his shoes! The bloke!” his hands ball into fists. You don’t think twice about his statement, in fact you understood completely why your new brother had the right to react like this. You sigh, reaching for his hands to hold, “Could you do me a favor?”

You were kept busy for the next few days, planning on yet another escape. Hopefully the last. Finn would send letters to your sister who lived in the next town. It had been quite a while since the two of you would communicate. Her and her husband had been busy since delivering their new baby.

So, it would take time to pack up their belongings before moving in with your parents. Finn would stop by the postal, on the way to wherever he was heading in order to avoid suspicion. For once it felt like everything was going your way.

As each day went by, you grew more excited to leave this place, once and for all. You let out your hair, made yourself more presentable, you even started smiling again. Tommy took note of how the corners of your lips would curl upwards on their own as you hummed a tune while making supper.

He’d been silently observing you adjusting to your new life. After putting away the dishes, you hoist Charlie on a hip before leaving the kitchen. Tommy listens carefully to your footsteps leading up the stairs before following them. He stops in front of his bedroom door, reaching for the knob.

But before he’s had a chance to twist it open a faint sound of laughter erupts. He opens the door to spot you and Charlie on the bed. Your hands reaching to tickle the boy’s sides. Seemingly unknowing that your husband is witnessing the display of affection.

You hoist the toddler into the air. Tommy notices your expression. For the first time in months, you're actually smiling. It was like some sort of trance. He leans against the door frame. Seeing you with his boy felt, in a strange way, right. As if you both were meant to be. His son loves you. You drop Charlie onto your bosom to catch your breath.

Soft giggles manage to slip out of every exhale. Charlie’s hair tickles your chin so you tilt it to the side. That’s when you notice Tommy standing at the doorway. His posture is more relaxed than usual. For how long had he been standing there?

You look away from his gaze. It always did make you nervous. His fingers twitch, curling into his palms, “I uh...” he slides them into his pockets, “I want you to be my guest for an event,” Tommy looks up, waiting for an answer. You raise a brow and sit up, still holding the boy in your arms, “Who’ll watch over Charlie?”

“Finn offered to keep an eye on him.” of course.

“Alright,” you agreed, already knowing how it would play out. Tommy nods, “I’ll be back, ‘bout three hours from now.” he checks his pocket watch. Double taking the time. You hadn’t planned for him to take you anywhere. It’ll only delay your plans. But you couldn’t risk him questioning his decision, “Sure thing.” you return. Tommy looks as though he had one last thing to say, “And uh...wear something nice,” He turns away, leaving as soon as he came. Now that was odd.

#dark!tommy #dark!tommy shelby x reader #dark!tommy shelby #dark!thomas shelby #hidden treasure fanfiction #my work #my works #dark!fic #dark!fanfic #dark!fanfiction #dark!smut #dark fic #dark fanfic #dark fanfiction #dark smut #dark!thomas shelby x reader #reader #reader insert #fem!reader #fab!reader #afab!reader #peaky blinders

[opalimagines]

Character: Rick Tyler(Hourman)

Rick tries to end the friends with benefits relationship because of his feelings

Part 1

Not requested I just wanted happiness. Also I wrote this over a year ago and it's been sitting in my drafts this whole time 👀

Warning: mentions of sexual situations

Reader: Neutral

"We have to stop this."

Rick always knew that he was only hurting himself when the two of you started this arrangement. The feelings he had for you were not returned, it was just sex. Sex with one of your best friends, yes, but nothing else. He thought he could handle it, and he had for a while, but he couldn't anymore.

You immediately moved your hands from him and scooted backwards at his words, confused, but more concerned. "Are you okay? Was I moving to fast?"

"No, I'm fine," Rick lied, staring down at your comforter and playing with a loose thread. "You didn't do anything wrong, I just..." He swallowed and hesitated to look up. "I can't keep doing this...this thing we're doing."

He wasn't expecting your face to fall so quickly. "I don't understand."

Rick took a breath, resting his hands in his lap as he twiddled his thumbs. A nervous tick, one that seemed to come out more with you. "The first time we," he gestured between the two of you to illustrate what he meant, "you said that it was just as friends–no feelings–and I agreed...but I lied. I was already in love with you then and I can't keep pretending that I'm not."

For so long, you'd wanted to hear those words, and you thought you might have jumped for joy, but you couldn't move. The shock of it all meant you couldn't say a damn thing.

The longer the silence went on, the more Rick's stomach turned. He should've just told you that he wanted to get into dating, or that he'd already found someone else that interested him. Anything besides the truth. The thought of losing your friendship was worse than anything, but he could feel that it was about to happen.

As Rick went to stand up, you quickly reached out and kept him from doing so. "Please, just wait a second. Let me say my piece."

Rick's brow furrowed in that cute way that made your heart skip, because you weren't deadly serious, as if to tell him all the bad things he was dreading. You were smiling, warm and sweet, and that began to put him at ease.

You gently took his hands in yours, and you could see the tension slowly leave his shoulders. "When I said those things, it was only because I assumed that no strings was what you wanted. I never considered that you loved me too, but looking back, it seems kind of obvious."

It did to Rick too, when he remembered that you were the first to insist on him staying the night even after you were both spent, just to cuddle and hang out. Or how you would hold him and play with his hair whenever he needed comfort. A small smile touched the corners of his mouth. "So...you love me?"

"Yeah, I do." You squeezed his hands as you smiled back. "Obviously, having sex with you is great. Really great." A flush crept up his neck and you couldn't help grinning wider. "But my favorite part has always been after, when it's the two of us and we order takeout or watch a cheesy movie. Because I'm with you, and...it just feels right."

"I know exactly what you mean."

You let go of him and reached up to cup his face with a deep tenderness you'd been scared of showing before, to finally say the words directly. "I love you, Rick."

"I love you," he said in return, laying his hands on yours, feeling like he did the moment Grundy's hand came out from the dirt years back. Relieved and joyful. Like things were finally heading in the right direction.

Leaning in, you gave him a kiss without holding back a thing. And as Rick laid you back on your bed, there was no more hesitation or hidden feelings. No more lying to your friends or leaving when morning came.

Just the love you had for each other, and that was everything.

#rick tyler x reader #rick tyler imagine #dc comics imagine #dc imagine #dc x reader #stargirl imagine #stargirl x reader #my fics**

[microwavedmetal]

Day 6: canon divergence rec list

a ghost never leaves a haunted house

bluebears

Mike looked at him unimpressed. “See you say that. You say that. But you never actually mean it.” He flung his hands out, gesturing at him. “You’re always making stupid promises that you can’t keep.”

Will gaped at him. This was ludicrous. “Name one promise that I haven’t kept!”

“You keep leaving!” Mike burst out. He practically shouted it. If the outburst took him by surprise, he didn’t show it. “Everytime I just get you back you end up leaving again. And it was fine at first, I guess. With the Upside Down and the MindFlayer. Like at least then we knew how to bring you back. But now there’s nothing taking you away but you still aren’t here. And I can’t figure out why. I’ve racked my brain trying to understand what’s going on with you but I just don’t get it! We’re supposed to be best friends but lately it’s only felt like that on my side of things.” ____

The Upside Down is gone. Or so everyone keeps telling him. But Will knows the truth. You can burn all the vines and close all the gates. But you can’t flush out a virus once it’s already been spread. After all, how do you kill something that’s intertwined with the very root of Hawkins without affecting the real world?

These feelings are not my own

Corvi_dae524

Will Byers has enough to deal with already. After returning to Hawkins, he has been getting flashes of what's happening in Vecna's mind too often for his liking. Not to mention everyone keeps their distance from him in case he goes all mind-flayer-super-spy again. Well, almost everyone. On second thought, maybe it would have been better if everyone did stay away.

Or, Will accidentally forges an emotional connection between Mike and himself, and he doesn't know how to deal with it

Don't bite your DM (unless he says yes)

Pennyplainknits

An argument arises over the damage potential of a human bite. Mike and Will settle it in a totally normal way

The Stars You Wrote Me

MrHalloween2

Mike Wheeler is a Star Trek fan.

He also happens to think that Kirk and Spock are soulmates, like many do, and secretly writes about his two favorite characters.

Will Byers, just looking for his coat in Mikes closet, is invested and also very in love.

Ready As I'll Ever Be

snow_bunn257

Turn the world upside down? Did he even have the power to do that? What could he really do? Make the world a better place? With the Upside Down? He had already remade the entire Upside Down in his hometown’s image. If the Upside Down actually leaked into Hawkins, could Will remake the whole town? Make it better? Could he finally make a world in which he could be happy? Those were delusions of a villain, weren’t they? Words injected into his brain by Henry. And yet…

That didn’t sound all too bad.

~~

My take on a Will Villain arc! I really think that the only way he'd switch sides is if convinced it was for the right reasons. Inspired by Ready As I'll Ever Be from Tangled The Series!

By His Side

careful_wish

“You guys saved me, Mike,” Will whispered. “You saved me. I’m okay.” He giggled – actually giggled – when Mike leaned over and kissed Will’s cheek, the smile on his face infectious. He then rested his forehead against Will’s, feeling Will shaking slightly, and thought his mouth would fall off his face from smiling so hard as Will whispered, “I like you too.” Mike hugged him fiercely now, Will letting out a louder laugh as he was knocked back to the floor. Mike moved so he wasn’t squishing Will, squeezing him tightly. “You’ll go to the Snow Ball with me?” he breathed in disbelief, burying his face in Will’s shoulder. He felt Will hugging him back just as tight, nodding. “Yes, Mike, I will,” Will mumbled. “I won’t leave your side all night.”

-

Mike doesn't think through asking Will to the Snow Ball, so when Will says yes...

broken hearts can always mend

sarol3

"The Road to Madness really wasn’t just a grayscale painting. It had colors scarcely hidden along the way - they were tiny patches in size, yet they felt bigger than life itself, the darkness making them even more vibrant as they called out to the eyes with their beauty. Their presence made the journey feel all the more sorrowful."

Or:

While growing up, Will is being visited by a tall, 15-year-old boy with dark hair and dark eyes, who looks just like his best friend, Mike if he were a little bit older. Will thinks he might be a ghost; he always disappears without a trace after all.

#BylerFicRecWeek2023 #byler

[jinmukangwrites]

Dick And Dami Week 2022 - "I'd never regret choosing you."

When Dick first donned the mantle of his father and took on a Robin of his own, one of the first things that he promised himself was that he'd do things different.

Different meant a lot of things, but he kept it subtle. To himself. Sacred and small and so so so thoughtless that no one would notice.

Tonight, he had to put one of those differences into practice, and his hands still shook.

Damian sat stiffly in the passenger seat of the Batmobile, nursing his arm that had been restrained within one of the emergency splints Alfred kept stored in one of the many first-aid kits hidden in the car. It couldn't have been a bad break, but Dick could still hear the sound Damian's body made as he tumbled off the fire-escape thanks to a smear of slush he either hadn't noticed or hadn't expected to be so slippery.

It didn't help that he fell right smack in the middle of an illegal fire-arm deal happening in the alleyway below. They had been staking the sellers for weeks, and their cover had been blown by a simple freak slip.

Dick got them both out alright with only a few more scrapes and bruises to worry about, but all-in-all, Damian's arm ended up being the worst of the injuries sustained.

Yet, despite getting them both to safety and on a beeline towards the manor, Dick couldn't help but feel Damian didn't appreciate the tactics Dick used to get them this far.

He could practically hear the silent seething.

He emerged into the batcave and pulled the car to a gentle stop to hopefully not jostle Damian's arm too badly, but before the rolling of the tires could even still, Damian was already jumping out and stomping towards the grandfather clock's entrance.

"Master Damian," Alfred tried to protest, a phone in his hand that had clearly just ended a conversation with Leslie. Damian shoved past him with a snarl and disappeared up into the manor without even taking off his cape.

Dick climbed out of the driver's seat and gave Alfred a smile, hoping it didn't look constipated. His stomach clenched with worry, but the last thing he wanted to do was needlessly stress Alfred further.

"Let him be," Dick said softly. "Does Leslie need a ride?"

Alfred huffed, clearly irritated by Damian's lack of respect to the No Capes rule, but he followed Dick's suggestion and didn't press on it. Yet.

"She is already on her way and will arrive shortly. I was hoping to get my own x-rays before she arrived, however."

"Dami is a bit on edge, Alfy. Besides, it's probably best we leave it to the professional anyways. I can take him some pain medication though and try to get him to calm down before she arrives."

Alfred reluctantly agreed, then handed Dick the pain meds they always had stashed in the batcave. After getting dressed in sweats and a blue tank, Dick headed up to the manor and grabbed a glass of water before padding up to Damian's closed bedroom door. He resisted a sigh, then knocked.

"Leslie's gonna be here soon, kiddo. I got you some medicine to help with the pain while we wait," he says, careful to not raise his voice through the door. A moment passed. Then another.

Finally, Damian's voice spoke up. "It's unlocked."

Tense. Reluctant.

Dick tried the handle and found what was said to be the truth. He stepped in and carefully avoided stepping on Damian's abandoned costume. Damian himself sat on his bed in a pair of basketball shorts and a white undershirt. His splinted arm pressed tightly to his chest. His face turned stubbornly from Dick.

Dick handed him the pills then set down the glass of water on the nightstand when Damian swallowed the pills dry. A strange act of rebellion. An action to show his anger. A statement to say that he didn't need Dick's kindness or help.

At least he took the pills.

Dick sighed and sat down next to him on the bed. Silence lingered between them like molasses, until Dick released another sigh and turned to his charge.

"Do you want to talk about it, or are you going to be in a bad mood for Leslie?"

Damian whirled on him, his face pulled in anger.

"Why did you do it?"

Well. At least he was willing to talk.

"Do what, Damian?"

Damian's chest rose and fell sharply.

"Why did you let that man go? You had him right there, and you let him go. Why?"

Dick knew Damian was angry. Confused. Hurt. But it made his chest swell in pride anyways that he was explaining what made him feel like that. A few months ago, Damian would have preferred to keep in a bad mood for Leslie.

"Damian, I wasn't about to let them hurt you."

He could see it so clearly in his mind. With every blink. The dark alleyway, his gauntleted fist about to collide in the face of one of the fire-arm sellers. He knew this one by name. They were higher up on the chain, and his arrest would cause a ruckus and would make the rats scatter a bit. Yet, Batman was called, and he turned to find Damian—weakened from his previous injury—held tightly against the chest of another goon. His broken arm was twisted behind him, and his face pulled in all kinds of barely contained agony. Terror fluttered in his stomach at the sight. He wanted nothing more than to gather Damian in his arms and make sure he was okay and apologize over and over and over for ever making Robin a mantle to be filled. For ever making it okay for children to fight.

"Let him go, and I won't kill the brat."

It wasn't hard terms to agree to.

"He got away," Damian hissed, back into the present. "Father wouldn't have let that happen. He would have taken them all down no matter the cost."

"You're not a cost I'm willing to make," Dick said, his voice level and stoney. Final. Bruce would never have willingly let any of his kids be harmed, but he would have taken the risk to finish the job. Different.

"Why?" Damian practically pleaded. His anger was falling, making way for his confusion and fear to rise in the form of a trembling lip and wet eyes. "I messed it up. I blew our cover and I got caught. I did horribly as your partner to where you must have regretted choosing me- I wouldn't have blamed you if you-"

"I'd never regret choosing you," Dick said sternly. He looked right in Damian's eyes and grabbed his shoulders. "You're my kid, and I'm going to protect you no matter what. If I have to choose between you or saving the world, I'd choose you. I promised that the second you were in my care. Those fire-arm dealers mean nothing to me compared to you."

"But-"

"Even if you make mistakes. They happen, Dames, and they're going to keep happening. It doesn't change that I care about you more than anything in this world. We can catch a criminal another day, but I could never live with myself if I lost you."

Damian's eyes sparkled with barely restrained tears, and to save the kid the effort, Dick pulled him into a gentle hug. Finally, he heard Damian give a small hiccup as his hands clutched to the back of Dick's shirt.

"I got you," Dick whispered into his hair, cherishing the very shape of his kid in his arms, feeling him breathe beneath his fingers, his chest aching to comprehend the love he had for this single living and breathing soul, this single boy who came into his life unexpectedly. His boy. "I got you."

It was incomprehensible. Unmeasurable. He'd do anything for this kid, even if it meant letting Gotham fall.

He hoped that someday, Damian would believe that.

#dickanddamiweek2022 #dick grayson #damian wayne #nightwing #robin #fanfiction #jin writes #dc comics

[innytoes]

i know you said you weren’t writing the lukebobby idea where luke changes all the words in his song to avoid suspicion……….but imagine #62 either luke to alex as alex is trying to “let him down gently” or alex to luke as luke is trying to explain that the song isn’t really about him at all

When he'd written the love song about Bobby, he'd run through it at the end and realized there was No Way he could show it to the guys without giving himself away. Except it was so good. It would be perfect in the middle of their set, breaking up the uptempo, bouncy songs. But he didn't want to make Bobby uncomfortable, either. That would be terrible for band cohesion. Just because Luke had a big, fat crush on his best friend, didn't mean he couldn't be Professional.

The plan had been brilliant. He'd just change all the lyrics to the exact opposite physical descriptions. Deep brown eyes became clear blue eyes. Black hair to blonde. He could keep all the stuff about friendship blooming into something more, that was central to the song, but there was No Way anyone would know it was about Bobby anymore. It was perfect.

Except after he showed it to the guys, they all started acting weird. It wasn't that they didn't like the song. They rocked it. Reggie had even said it was a super good song. But Bobby had started looking at him in a weird, apprehensive way, even though Luke was certain he hadn't figured it out. So maybe, just to be sure, he'd started hanging out with Alex and Reggie more to throw him off. Except Reggie kept begging off to hang out with Bobby.

Only now Alex was acting weird too. All stiff and awkward and he kept moving away from Luke, as if he was leaving room for Jesus or whatever weird church thing his parents were worried about.

Band practice was weird that day, and they ended early, and Luke was just about to ask what the hell was wrong with everyone when Alex came out from behind his drum set. "We need to talk," he said, seriously.

Oh no. Oh no, they'd figured out that the song was about Bobby, hadn't they? Except Reggie grabbed Bobby by the hand and tugged him out of the garage, shouting something about ice-cream. Was it that bad that Bobby couldn't even tell him himself he was weirding him out with his crush? He thought he'd kept it pretty well-hidden.

"Listen, Luke," Alex said, reaching over and patting his arm awkwardly, before pulling his hand away quickly. "I'm... I'm super flattered. It was a great song."

It was a great song. But why was Alex flattered? He did have a killer drum solo in there, maybe that was it. That was nice of him to say.

"And you're a great friend!" Alex said, before he turned away and started pacing. Oh no, pacing Alex meant an upset Alex. He'd upset the whole band with his song about Bobby. "And you're a really cool guy, but I just don't feel the same way."

Well, that was good. It'd be weird if they both had a crush on Bobby.

"So what I'm trying to say, I mean, you're a really great guy but I'm just not attracted to you." Wait, what? He was trying to wrap his head around what that had to do anything. Then it dawned on him. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Friendship blooming into something new.

Oh no. Oh, nooo. He'd been so busy trying to disguise that the song was about Bobby that he hadn't thought to look at what it would sound like with the changed lyrics.

"Not that you're ugly! You're just not my type." Alex stopped pacing, twisting his hands together nervously.

"Alex," Luke tried to interrupt him, a little desperate.

"No, just, let me finish. I love you..."

"Alex, no."

"But only as a friend!"

"Alex, please stop talking!"

Alex's mouth snapped shut, and he looked at Luke apprehensively. Oh god, now he was going to think Luke was a dick who couldn't take no for an answer. There really was no way out of this except the truth, was there?

"I wrote that song about Bobby," he said. Alex cocked his head to the side. He looked sad all of a sudden.

"Luke, you don't have to lie. It's okay if you're hurt. We can get through thi-"

"I wrote the song about Bobby and I didn't want him to know I'm in love with him so I changed all the lyrics to the opposite of what he was, and I didn't stop to think that you have blonde hair and blue eyes because I was too busy trying not to give away my crush!" Luke blurted out.

The silence in the garage stretched on seemingly forever, Alex' face flitting through pity, shock, realization, anger, and then, in a classic Alex move, settling on mildly anxious hysterics.

"Oh my god you dick!" he gasped out between giggles, bending over and putting his hands on his knees. "I don't even think you're lying, this is exactly the kind of stupid thing you'd do! I was so worried, Luke!"

"I'm sorry!" he said, fending off the slap Alex was trying to give him to the back of the head. Thankfully, nervous-giggles Alex had terrible coordination.

"I was trying to let you down easy, you asshole!"

"And you were super nice about it!" Luke tried to soothe. He needed to stay on Alex' good side. "Promise you won't tell Bobby? We can just pretend you let me down easy."

"No, you jerk!" Alex said. "Bobby's been fucking heartbroken because he thought you were in love with me!" He grabbed Luke by the ear, dragging him along. "You are going over there and you are telling him exactly how you feel."

In the end, Reggie was in hysterics, Alex just looked smug, Luke's ear was sore as hell, but the way Bobby smiled at him and kissed him made it all worth it.

They went back into the studio to play through the original song, and to be honest, it sounded even better.

#bobbyxluke #julie and the phantoms #sunset curve #fanfic #I wrote a thing #turns out I did write the thing #they're stupid your honour #yes Alex dragged Luke all the way to the ice cream shop by his ear #it's revenge for letting him get that far through the 'it's not you it's me I just like you as a friend' speech #yes Luke serenaded Bobby with the original song and Bobby went all sweet and smiley #Reggie and Alex caught between AWWW and 'omg they're going to be insufferable aren't they'

[salvatoraesarc]

𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎. sure, soda has been in love once or twice before. but ... this was different ; he was a special case. stefan, in truth ( and everyone knew this ), is out of his league. way out of his league. how he got so lucky ? he didn't know, but god did he thank his 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈. never has he fallen so quickly, never has he loved so hard, and never has he found himself quite this vulnerable. for stefan ... he is an open book ; nothing kept hidden. speaking could prove to be difficult. there is so much he wishes to say to him, but 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 could only get him so far. so, he wrote him letters and notes ... scattering them throughout his home to be found when he needs them most. reminders of his love and devotion. ❝      have you found any others since i was last here ?      ❞ he questioned, a slight grin playing on his lips. it was almost a scavenger hunt for these 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈. and after this visit ... there would be more to find. luckily for stefan, soda is kind enough to date he letters, and allow him to know just when they were hidden. ❝      did they bring you the comfort that i 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 that they would ?      ❞

sure, he's been around for over a century, sure, people have expressed love to him before. it would be shocking, if he'd never experienced someone who showed him what love was. but, stefan's never experienced it like this before. sodapop was the first person he's been in love with that showed him everyday with even the smallest of gestures. it's bold of him to think, with the thought of elena lingering in the back of his mind. as much as he had loved the fellow doppelgänger, she never gave small gestures. ones that he sometimes needs. his heart is always doubtful but soda helps, he helps more than he probably knows. the tiny little love letters were found around the boarding house daily & it made his guilty heart flutter each time he sees one. even when his brother finds one first & leaves it crumbled on the countertop. bright iris' roll at the simple thought of his brother gagging at the letters he knows he'll never receive. the vampire swivels around when he feels the presence of his boyfriend, an immediate grin tugs to his lips. " i have, i found one in my journal. " he takes a couple steps towards soda, thumb gently lifting the others chin so he could press a quick & soft kiss to his lips. " they bring me more comfort than you know, my love. "

#❛ ⋄ * 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄. › inbox. #i'm not crying u are

[mementofloreo-archived]

"Because I love you!" Yor for Loid, from @sorrowmarked [cut for length wheeze]

His cover's blown, and so is Yor's.

Loid has been in the wind, so to speak, for weeks. He didn't want to leave Anya behind all alone, of course, but he did fear for her safety if he tried to take her along with him. Franky's still enough under the radar though, so he's looking after her for the time being. If necessary, he'll find her a permanent place to stay. (Despite it all, Loid thinks of Anya as his daughter now, for better or worse. Ideally he'd like to be able to smoke his way out of this situation, but...)

The whirling and rushing of events, he didn't have much time to react to the revelation of Yor's true identity. It was most imperative for him to get out before a bullet ended up in his head. He's had time to process on his own since then, though.

He understands now why she was so desperate to avoid suspicion. A lot has clicked into place to explain many things about her. But of course, he can't hate her. He doesn't hate her. Shock, confusion, he's plenty of those to spare, but anger? ...There's hardly any, really.

A little at first, he supposes, boiling upward but bubbling away and receding almost as quickly. Because no matter what lies they told each other, what things they kept hidden, he can be sure of one thing. Yor cared about them. About Loid, and Anya, about their little family. Despite what they said, there was nothing fake about it to Yor.

There was a lot more real in it for Loid than he ever realized before as well. It leaves a painful, rotting pit inside of him. You never know what you've got until it's gone, the saying goes. But he doesn't have the luxury to dwell too much. He can't even plan ahead right now. It's a tense scramble from day to day of keeping pursuers off his tail, erasing tracks left by himself and by WISE. He can be grateful, at least, that in all of this a war hasn't broken out. He did what he could to assure that before he disappeared.

All the data he collected on Desmond. On Ostania. Even a lot of the high security information he had on Wistalia. An information bomb of sorts sent out near and far. So public, so quickly, that the governments couldn't catch and hide the truth. With so many people knowing who they should truly be angry at now, hopefully the tension would focus away from war.

And instead, toward change. Reform. Justice and retribution to the systems in both nations that had twisted and manipulated normal, innocent people for their own gain. Information is power. And the more of it everyday people have, the less power the ruling class can keep over their perception. He may have targets on his back from Wistalia now, too, but his loyalty hasn't been to a nation for years now.

A future where children don't have to cry. One where people don't have to be afraid of war or fighting. Where instead of fearing each other they understand and work with each other.

When a tail catches up to him, finally, Loid isn't in top form. He's ill rested, ill fed, and...well, just ill. He's sick from exhaustion and from being unable to look after himself properly. It's not something he's never experienced, but the heavy cloud over his mind and his heart mean he's even duller than before.

He's got broken ribs and a stab wound before he can even get his bearings properly. He's fighting like a caged tiger. He breaks his attacker's arm with a sharp snap the moment he's able to grab it, gets some distance between them-

Almost as soon as the backup arrives, almost as soon as Loid sees them bearing down on him, they're all flat on the ground. Unconscious or bleeding.

And someone has grabbed his hand. Firmly, pulling him roughly along, and he hears a voice telling him to move already, they've got guns on the way too. By the time he realizes it's Yor who's come to his rescue and is pulling him along they've lost the tail and broken off from the edge of town into the woods.

He grinds to a halt so abruptly that Yor loses her grip on him and stumbles several more steps before turning. He feels himself speaking, why are you here, he asks. She's here to help, of course, but he cuts into that reply.

Why. Why is she here?

Why is she helping him now of all times? She knows who he really is and what his work has been this entire time now. She has her own trail to erase, her own identity to outrun.

There's no reason for her to care about him, no reason for her to help him. Why is she here? Why would she go to this kind of trouble for him even after all this?

The frustrated, shouted reply pierces him like no knife ever could. Because I love you, Yor tells him, face strained, tear streaked, hands gripping his shoulders shakily. She repeats the words again, this time quiet and tremoring and cracking.

"Loid Forger isn't real. He never was," he tells her, and his tone isn't cold- rather it sounds confused and a little resigned.

She looks up at him- she really is small, isn't she? He's never really noticed before. But then, he's rather tall. At six foot four, most people art a bit small next to him.

I know, she says plaintively, I know that, but the most important parts of him were real. The parts that are you.

She doesn't care if his name is Loid, or anything else. It wasn't, he realizes with sudden clarity, it wasn't exactly Loid she fell in love with. It was the parts of his true self, the one he had forgotten for so long, that living as Loid rekindled. The name and the life he left behind in the rubble.

All at once his heart, so cracked and beaten up, bursts apart into splinters in the most glorious way. Yor, whose kindness is so real despite her line of work. Yor, who is so fiercely protective of those around her, even if their bonds are ones started simply for convenience and appearances. Yor who can so easily take a life, but still cherishes life.

He's seen some of the real her too, hasn't he? He's loved it, that woman, the one who gets angry, who cries on behalf of him, on behalf of Anya. The woman who's a horrible cook but a wonderful and nurturing guardian.

His exhausted arms reach up, around her, pull her in. They're both bloody and bruised, but they are themselves right now. That's right. Yor knows everything now, and yet she also knows the most important things. The things he's been ignoring and missing for so much of his life now.

"If you're so determined to love this wreck of a person," He says quietly, "You should at least know his name, don't you think?"

He bends down to murmur it in her ear. "My name is Holt Fitzgerald. ...And I love you, Yor. I love you too."

#sorrowmarked #loid tag tba #U NOW GET MY HC REAL NAME FOR HIM PARTY TIMEEEE

[stannisbaratheon]

CHERNOBYL (2019) 04. THE HAPPINESS OF ALL MANKIND

"I've known braver souls than you, Khomyuk. Men who had their moment and did nothing." REWATCH MEME: FAVORITE QUOTES (2/10)

#you just KNOW boris is speaking from personal experience #as someone who had to dispense of his own moral conviction to get into a position of power #it's both 'this is a choice i made before - trust me' #and somehow 'this is a choice i made before - there's nothing wrong with it. i did the right thing didn't i.' #like he needed valery to take his suggestion over ulana's and for ulana to agree with him as though he's looking for absolution #the way he says 'it leaves you' like it's a truth he'd kept hidden and unspoken for years #and had to force the words out of where he'd locked it firmly away in all that time #the character arcs in this show man #chernobyl hbo #chernobyl #chernobylrewatch #stellan skarsgard #stellan skarsgård #johan renck #craig mazin #mygifs #the low lighting is so hard to edit in this gif holy crap #bbqueue

[mossybank]

Imagine Mirror Sex with Peter Maximoff...

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Based off if this post about Peters mirror headboard — Readers gender and pleasure isn't mentioned so it is up to interpretation whether they're using a strap on or have a cock !

Peter Maximoff x GN!Reader

Warnings: smut, anal (Peter recieving), handjob, mirror sex

Sometimes Peter's taste could be questionable, but other times it revealed hidden gems; honestly when he first brought you down into his room you'd made fun of the mirror headboard on his bed, but now? Right now it was probably one of your favourite things in his room, Peter himself coming in first place, of course.

His silver hair hung over his face, strands swaying over his eyes as his body jerked, your hand coming round to gently caress the locks out of his eyeline, the man whimpering and leaning his head into your touch, eyes straying upwards to follow it's movement.

With the movement of his eyes, your hand paused before making its way down his face, a gentle grip holding his chin and guiding his gaze back to in front of him, his eyes meeting his own dishevelled reflection as you pounded into him, his jaw going slack with a moan that he couldn't say was unappealing to watch.

A bright red shot across his cheeks, running down and seeping to his shoulders and chest, the embarrassment of seeing himself in a state of such fluster hard to hide, yet, he couldn't find it in himself to not love it. Along with the view of himself, he was of course rewarded with seeing your figure too, knelt behind him with a hand gripped tight on his hip, biting your bottom lip as you concentration on his pleasure.

As your hand left his face, he found himself still staring back at his reflection, it's what he had been instructed to do after all and he knew if he looked away once more he'd be punished.

His body jerked with your thrusts, a dull ache starting to sound in his elbows from resting his weight on them alongside the repetitive moving of his body being rocked back and forth sure to leave the skin red once done. Hair staying in place where you'd pushed it back with sweat, a thin layer of it covered Peters body as he shook slightly, the scent of sex strong in the room.

He'd never really seen himself vibrating, especially not when in a position like this, and from his view in the mirror it almost looked like he wasn't moving at all, but he could tell all too well by your smug expression just what his body was doing. Soon, your hand crept round to his front, and he sees it in the mirror before he feels it building an anticipation in him, a rapt gasp leaving the silverettes lips as it wraps harshly around his base.

With that, he knows he's soon done for, as your hand begins to pump him, his stature falters slightly in his reflection and his bottom lip starts to sore from his chewing as he tries to rip his eyes from your hand on his cock, knowing that if he should be looking anywhere it's at his face.

It's strange, really, Peter had never thought about how he'd never seen himself cum before— sure there had been awkward moments where he'd masturbated and thrown his head too far back making weird upsidedown eyecontact with himself in the headboard, but he'd never kept that position up for long enough to actually see himself climax, often looking away quietly and trying to burn that image from his memory out of shame— so it surprised him to know what he really looked it. Admittedly, he'd always imagined he'd look better doing such a thing, just a little bit graceful at least, but the truth is he looked filthy... Sexually, deliciously filthy, of course, but he'd always hope to seem pure, clean, angelic even.

That being said, he didn't find much time to think about it as his orgasm hit, and god did it hit him hard. Maybe it was the stimulation on both his prostate and cock, or perhaps the added factor of the mirror turned him on more, but if you asked he'd swear he'd never cum like that in his life. His shoulders tensed, a deep whine erupting from his throat as his lip quivered, bottom lip puffy as it was finally freed from the grasp his teeth had kept on it. Little control was mustered over his hips, bucking pathetically into your hand, echoing slaps in the room slowing as he calmed. After a few second, his eyes fluttered shut, but he'd gotten a good look at himself in the time before, the image imprinted into his mind as he felt his muscles weaken and go limp, laying in his mess as you jumped to clean him, praises flooding from your mouth.

Peter had never watched himself cum before, but now he and he knew he wouldn't forget it as he panted, staring up at the ceiling before his eyes met yours, sweetly begging for kisses before allowing his body to be engulfed in yours, mind hazy and eager to dose off.

Tags — @tatesimper @evanmybeloved @crssjjh @peterskindacool @alexloveskili @copy-of-a-cheeto @michaellangdonscockslut @darlingsalem @depressedvamp @kitsommers @quickiesgirl @sapphimoff @xmaximoffic @emoevansupremacy @ohbeacon @de4ds0up

#this isn't how i wanted it to go but sndhhf i dont mind it #peter maximoff x reader #marvel x reader #X-Men x reader #xmen x reader #mcu x reader #evan peters x reader #peter maximoff #quicksilver #marvel #xmen #wandavision #evan peters #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #x female reader #drable #one shot #imagine #marvel fandom #fan fic #fan fiction #marvel fanfic

[inglourious-imagines]

Piece Of Cake (Fred Weasley)

Summary: Fred claims that asking a girl out to the Yulle ball is a piece of cake. Harry and Ron dare him to prove it.

Prompts: fluff list: 2 - "I don't care, just hold me." & angst list: "Try to see things in my point of view." & miscellaneous list: 4 - "My mum thinks I'm dating you." (changed a bit)

Warning: angst at the beginning, some swear words, fluff at the end

Author's Note: This is for @lunalovecroft 's 1K writing challenge! Probably it was meant to be the other way around, but that idea suddenly strucked me and I decided to give it a go. Happy reading ♡

HP Taglist: @alienoresimagines @95swifi

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"You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have." - F.S. Fitzgerald

All the Yulle Ball decoration were making Y/N beyond sick, every ribbon reminding her that she still did not have a date to accompany her throughout the approaching evening. Molly Weasley was so kind to send her as a gift the most beautiful dress Y/N had ever seen in her life and now she was genuinely thinking about not going to the ball at all. 

When she threw herself at the bench in the Great Hall right next to her best friend Hermione who was sitting way too far from Ron, Harry and the twins were seated. Y/N knew about the brightest witch's secret crush on the young Weasley that was slowly but surely growing into something more than just a simple crush. She'd even swear that Ron felt exactly the same about Hermione but she had to promise not to get involved or play a cupid. 

"He didn't ask, did he." Y/N dared to speak up first, glancing from Hermione's sad expression on her face to absolutely oblivious Ronald just a few metres away from them who seemed to be stuffing as much food as possible into his mouth as fast as he could. 

Y/N's eyes wandered from one Weasley to another, much taller one, who's smile was so contagious that she found herself grinning like an idiot for no particular reason.

"What do you think, Y/N." Hermione sighed bringing her back from her daydreaming, "guess he's not the only one who didn't ask, right?" 

Y/N looked at her friend again, simply nodded as she wasn't able to react in any other way. As much as she tried not to, she felt a bit disappointed when the only person she wanted to go to the Yulle ball with, hasn't asked her.

"They've been bickering for the past 15 minutes whether asking a girl out is easy or not." Hermione stated, clearly upset with the whole situation.

"Are you serious, 'Mione? What are their points of view?" 

"Well, Harry and Ron are obviously struggling to even compliment a girl in the right way but Fred reckons there's nothing easier." 

The girls look at each other and burst out laughing in the next second. "Like he'd know how to ask." Y/N managed to get out of her through her laughter, "however, I must agree with Harry and Ron. They're the most oblivious idiots." 

"Tell me about it." Hermione giggled but a trace of hurt flew over her face and Y/N suddenly felt really sorry for her dear friend. 

"Hey Y/N!" Fred shouted out of the blue, his clear voice echoed through the Great Hall causing other students to perk up their heads in order to find out what possibly he has in mind now. 

Y/N threw a look full of question marks to Hermione before turning her head to the tall red-head. "Yes?"

The moment his typical mischievous grin appeared on his face Y/N knew that something either funny and unpleasant to her or something embarrassing is about to happen.

"Will you..." Fred kept on talking as loudly as possible while wildly gesturing with his arms - apparently pretending to dance, "go to the ball..." now he was just pointing at her and him, "with me?"

Y/N's whole face turned brightly red, her nervous eyes wandering from student to student with such awaiting and amused expressions on their faces. Her heartbeat fastened in the matter of seconds that it seemed like it might jump out of her chest. Y/N looked at Hermione for help with such desperation hidden behind her gaze but her friend just simply shrugged, absolutely shocked with the sudden question, just like Y/N was.

A few seconds passed and Y/N was still sitting at her spot totally speechless. She imagined many times how Fred would ask her to the ball but never in a million years did she think it'd be like this - shouting at her in front of the whole Great Hall with absolutely no sign of sincerity or romance; to her it seemed like some sort of a bet to prove his point.

Their eyes for a moment and Y/N realized that Fred was convinced that she's going to accept his offer, confidence was basically radiating off of him. She knew he's not bragging, Fred was one of the kindest people she'd ever met but sometimes, sometimes he just wasn't able to estimate the situation. 

Anger was slowly bottling up in her as she quickly stood up grabbing all her books. As much as it hurt her to say it, Y/N was still able to straighten up looking directly into his eyes. "Sorry, Weasley, not interested. But thanks for the offer, I feel flattered." The sarcasm in her voice was more than obvious. 

Y/N winked at Hermione, rightly feeling satisfied with her as she heard a few laughs from many students when she walked out of the Great Hall leaving absolutely speechless and embarrassed Fred Weasley. 

•••

Y/N rushed into her dormitory, not wanting to deal with anybody at the moment as the anger was slowly transforming into hurt. This wasn't what she imagined.

She threw herself at her bed; her books were casted off on the ground, papers flying all over the place.

"Y/N! Wait!" a muffled voice of the too familiar Weasley filled her ears and before she knew it, Fred was standing in the middle of her dormitory with flushed cheeks due to the long run, doors slammed shut behind him. 

"Let me explain." he almost begged taking a few steps towards her. She quickly got on her feet as she shook with her head couple of times. "Please, no. I don't care if your intentions were the noblest, but it happened and that's it."

"If you could just let me talk."

But Y/N didn't see the regret in Fred's eyes, or how his hands trembled a little bit, she was way too furious to notice all these things.

"Try to see things from my point of view, Weasley! You basically shouted at me in front of the whole school if I want to go to the ball with you! I understand that you just wanted to prove something to Ron and Harry but this is not a game for me."

Every single word that left her mouth went straight to Fred's heart. He never in a million years intended to hurt Y/N, he'd rather suffer himself than have something happen to her. But he was scared, Fred felt truly terrified of asking her out and when the boys confronted him about it, he panicked. He didn't have an idea why he reacted that way. The pounding heart, sweaty palms, the hotness in his cheeks - all this was new to Fred Weasley and he wasn't sure what do to with his stormy emotions.

"I'm real sorry, Y/N. I didn't want to offend you but that doesn't mean I don't stand behind what I said earlier." he tried to ease the tense in the small room, his lips even formed into a cute little innocet smile.

"I don't know, Weasley. I simply think-"

"Let me make it up to you! The ball's tomorrow, just say yes."

Then they were there - Fred's puppy eyes that no matter how serious the problem was, Y/N wasn't able to bring herself to say no. She knew he's very well aware of that fact, he somehow managed to melt her heart.

"Fine. I'll go to the Yulle ball with you, Weasley. Don't make me regret it."

"I can certainly promise you that, Y/L/N."

•••

Y/N was nervously pacing in her new white dress that she got from Mrs. Weasley while Hermione was watching her with an amused expression.

"You know, this isn't funny." she frowned but a part of her was telling her how unreasonably ridiculous she is.

"Actually it is," her best friend couldn't held back the laughter, "you'll be fine. I bet he's even more nervous than you are." 

"Hermione! His mum thinks I'm bloody dating him!" 

"That's just so perfect. Maybe you will be after tonight."

Their eyes met for a moment and then, as if their minds were connected, the girls started giggling like some 13-year-olds. Y/N finally relaxed a bit, just like Hermione did, as they both promised themselves to look after each other during the evening.

"So what do you think?" Y/N winked at her friend, "shall we?"

"Absolutely."

•••

The duo walked together down the stairs leading to the dance hall, side by side, both of them smiling widely. Y/N found Fred's tall figure right away as he was nervously pacing back and forth mumbling something under his breath while George watched him amused. Just like Hermione watched her a couple minutes ago. God, how similar they could be.

"Well done, brother dear. Fucking well done." George whispered into his twin's ear tapping his shoulder. Fred's gaze immediately landed on approaching Y/N making him stop in his tracks. George just smirked and left with his own date to give them some privacy.

Fred was closely watching her every step, how elegantly she carried herself through the room, the beautiful white dress flew around her making her look like an angel descending from the sky. 

"Blimey, I don't think I've ever seen something so beautiful like you." Fred breathed out, his eyes roaming all over her body.

"You don't look too bad as well, Weasley." Y/N blushed at his compliment as she sent him one nervous smile. The truth was, he looked way more better than just 'not bad' and she had to remind herself not to stare at him too much. He pulled her into his side, his scent and warmth immediately embracing her, and she found herself falling for this dangerously good looking red-head. 

"Everybody's turning their heads after you. I swear I even saw a smile on Snape's face." Fred pointed out, his voice filled with obvious jealousy as his grip on her waist tightened. 

"I don't care, just hold me, Fred." Y/N gave him a reassuring smile taking his hand in his, "just hold me."

"I never wanted anything more." 

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

bucky barnes x reader. masterlist.

part 1 — part 2 (soon)

a / n. this is a series of 15 mini-drabbles to celebrate the 500 followers' milestone, based on one word for each story. this first part contains 8, and the next one contains 7. it was supposed to be posted one story per day, but by that way, it'd take me to last an eternity to post other works / requests.

words. 1.533.

warning, tags. none, just a bunch of fluffy and cute situations with bucky.

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necklace;

It was the first time since you started to date that Bucky had to leave for a mission. Neither of the two of you knew when he'd be back, and that got you worried than ever. You were conscious of what he did for a living when you met him, but you couldn't help but feel scared. Next to the front door of your apartment, Bucky left his backpack on the floor, leaning to cup your cheeks on his palms and kiss your lips tortuously slow.

“I'll be okay, (Y/N)”. He murmured keeping his eyes closed.

“You better”.

Your hidden threat made him giggle. The soldier felt goosebumps bristling his skin as your fingertips toured his neck blindly, just to put in place the chain of his necklace. But soon, Bucky stopped your moves to take it off from him and place his dog tags on you.

“I'll come back for them”. He promised, fixing his pale blue orbs on yours, holding your hands to bring them to his lips and place fond kisses on every knuckle of both. “I love you, don' forget it, okay?”

“I won't... How could I, Buck?”

eclipsed;

Bucky was sweating, still not believing he was about to get married to the love of his life. He was on the altar, waiting for you and surrounded by all of your friends in common. Steve had had to help him with a panic attack he had suffered while dressing up, thinking that maybe you could change your opinion at the last moment. He couldn't blame you. But all those doubts vanished at the second you crossed the huge, heavy doors of the church. Your beauty eclipsed him, wearing a white lace wedding dress and seeming like you floated over the floor. Just like an angel.

His heart jumped. His oceanic eyes got covered in tears. A giggle escaped his lips, stretching a hand towards you, still praying it's not a dream. And you noticed the tension and the nervousness running his veins, leaning forward to kiss his cheek with all the love you felt for your future husband.

“Can't wait to say yes”. You whispered into his ear, causing Bucky to lace his arms around you and embrace you tight and tenderly. “I love you, James, from now and forever”.

sunset;

After his most recent nightmare and walking all grumpy from one side of another around your house, you decided to cheer him up only like you can do. With reluctance, you managed to get him out of your apartment and drag him to your car. Bucky was like a child, cross-armed, lips puckered and frowning annoyed. He tried to hide the fact that he had another nightmare to not worry you, but you weren't stupid.

Thinking that glimpsing the beach throughout the large front window would make him feel happier, your boyfriend just reclined himself on the seat, causing you to roll your eyes. That mood changed as soon as Bucky was sitting on the sand, between your legs, tho. His back was resting against your chest and his neck was wrapped by one of your arms, watching fascinated the sunset on the horizon. He wouldn't recognize it, but he felt much better hearing the waves crashing into the shore, while you stroked his scalp tenderly using the tip of your nails.

“You're welcome, grumpy mummy”.

clingy;

You didn't want to drink, but Sam and Sarah wanted to celebrate that the family business was picking up. On another occasion, you wouldn't mind, but Bucky was there. So, when everything started to spin around, you lead your clumsy steps to the edge of the harbor, having a sit there and let the soft breeze help you.

“Stop”. You heard from behind.

“Uh?”

“You're stealing my antisocial personality”. Bucky chuckled, taking a seat by your side. “What's up? Why are you here all alone?”

“Truth or lie?” You asked tilting your head towards him, raising both eyebrows.

“Truth”. He scoffed as if it wasn't obvious.

“I'm too clingy when I'm drunk”.

“Can't see the problem there”.

You chuckled, shaking your head inevitably, causing him to pucker his lips with a funny grimace.

“What?”

“Tru—”.

“Truth”.

“I've been all night wanting to rub your beard”.

Bucky exploded in loud laughter, not believing your words until you put your hands on his jawline. ���God... It's so soft”.

His laughs increased, causing you to burn in shame. “No more drinks for you, ma'am...”

But the fact was that he turned to you, so it could be easy to caress his face.

safe;

Bucky was deadly tired on the sofa, warmly cuddled between your arms. A while ago, he stopped to pay attention to the movie, turning his back to the TV to hide his exhausted expression on your chest. You placed the cozy blanket over your bodies, making sure it covered both of you, being aware that tonight you'd sleep there. You felt sorry just at the thought of waking him up, seeing him peacefully breathing and his face more relaxed than the last few days.

Shutting off the TV and stretching an arm above your head, you turned off the small lamp on the auxiliary table close to the sofa, before getting comfier by Bucky's side. Your boyfriend purred delighted, still sleepy, as your fingers got tangled on his hair and started to scratch his scalp slowly, urging you somehow to place a leg over his waist, so he could settle between both a little more closely.

“Feel better?”

“I feel safe”. He replied in a low breath, to exhale the sweet scent concentrated on your neck.

“You're safe, James. You're at home”. Your calmed tone made him sigh, snuggling you strongly.

stay;

You snapped awake because of some knocks on the front door. Tossing the sheets to a side of the bed, you grabbed the gun under your pillow. It was stupidity. If somebody wanted to kill you, that would be the last thing they'd do: knock the door. You walked slowly, step by step, through the main hallway aiming to the door, more than ready to shoot your assailant.

“It's... Bucky”. You heard from the other side.

Sighing in relief and closing your eyes for a split second, you left the weapon on the dinner table in the living room. Not doubting on opening the door, you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when you noticed the reddened mark around his left eye and cheek.

“Can I, uh... stay tonight with you?” Bucky inquired, licking his upper lip ashamed, bowing his eyes down to his boots covered in dust.

“C'mon, Sergeant”. You invited him to walk in, using such a sweet tone, while holding his cold hand.

He looked like shit but felt much better when his arms got wrapped around your waist and middle-back, hiding his face into your neck. Kicking the door shut, you embraced him tighter to your body.

notebook;

You were lying on the opposite side to Bucky on the sofa, but keeping your legs tangled. It was a rainy evening with nothing to do and you decided to start to read the book you bought last week. Your boyfriend was silently doing something in a notebook. Maybe writing memories, maybe doodling, you didn't know. But the third time you caught him staring at you, you had to ask.

“What?”

“Uh... nothing”. He whispered focused on the paper in front of his eyes.

“Whaaat?” You kicked his right leg with your bare foot causing him to chuckle.

“Nothing!” Bucky replied using the same playfully tone of voice.

Putting the book on the coffee table, you sat up to lie on top of him, cuddling between his legs and resting your head on his chest. Glancing to the sketch of yourself he was drawing, you raised your heart-eyes to his. It was such a piece of art. The drawing and Bucky. Both.

“I learned in Romania. It kept me sane sometimes”. He confessed, leaning to place a kiss on your forehead. “I want to remember you forever”.

marshmallow;

“Truth or dare?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, leaning on the table just like you did, challenging him. He was trying to read your mind to figure out which were your intentions.

“Dare”. He answered firmly.

“Put twenty marshmallows in your mouth”.

The soldier stared at you in silence, watching him lick his inner cheek and push it with the tip of his tongue. He nodded his head then, grabbing the plastic bag without losing eye contact, to start to place —one by one— the sweets into his mouth. In less than thirty seconds, he looked like a squirrel with his cheek swollen. Bucky squinted at you again, triumphant.

“Hold on, I need to capture this moment”. You laughed, catching your phone to take a picture.

When the flash went off, he spitted a marshmallow like a shotgun. And you couldn't help but laugh.

“C'mon, Bu—”.

You didn't finish the sentence, being hit by another marshmallow slightly wet because of his saliva. Your grimace turned into a funny disgust, grabbing it back to throw it to his face.

“You're like a five years old in a body fos— STOP!” You ended up giggling as he spitted you the third one.

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[koko-bopp]

Printing Room

jeong yuno x male!reader

word count - 1.9K

genre - SMUT, minor fluff

contents - semi-public sex? Mild exhibitionism, top-dom!Jaehyun, bottom!reader, fingering, overstimulation, praise and degrading, office sex. NO GENITALIA MENTIONS

synopsis -  working in an office can be really annoying, desk jobs aren't exactly entertaining, But Jaehyun is definitely something you look forward to in your day.

“Hey, Jae,” You giggle, giving a greeting upon finding your work-colleauge also at the printing room, “Fancy seeing you here.”

It was close to midnight, and usually, you'd already be out the door by now; it was just Mark from finance, two security guards patrolling the floors and maybe the janitor in the building right now. The floor was dimmed since nobody was really here, it was just a few desk lamps, computer screens and the printing room light that were used for illumination at this time; maybe the city's lights can also be counted as a source.

It wasn't uncommon for Jaehyun to be working late, you'd bought takeaway-dinner a few times because the guy forgot to eat, but you didn't mind; he's hard-working and handsome.

Jae chuckled, "Hey, boss," opening the top of the photo-copying machine then flipping the paper over to get a print of the other side, pressing a few buttons, scanning his employers' card on the machine before allowing it to do its job.

You weren't really Jaehyun's boss, just in this specific workplace you're the leader of the team and Jaehyun just happened to be on it.

He turned to look at you once again, the tool making a few noises in the background as he spoke, "You here to print something?" Jaehyun asked.

You realised that you'd just walked in because Jaehyun was here too, not having any intention to use the room for the reason it was there for. You became nervous, knowing your mistake, "I- yeah."

"Really? I.. don't see any papers with you," he pointed out. You could tell he was fighting back a snicker, but his observations were making you nervous, couldn't you just admire another attractive man without the exposé?

"No, I mean, I just wanted to say hello.. you know, ask about your day and–"

His small chuckle accidentally cut off your frantic desperation to keep your intentions hidden. Jaehyun knew you had a crush on him, or at least admired him beyond platonic desires. You weren't exactly the best at pretending not to be flustered when he'd point things out, calling your bluff. Jaehyun decided to lean his back against the counter where all the stationery is, crossing his arms over his chest, "You're really cute, you know that?"

You were taken back by the statement, blinking once before you averted your gaze to cough once like it would release some tension. "That's not–" you were going to end you'd sentence with 'professional' but Jaehyun beat you to it.

"–Neither is your behaviour but I'm going to be honest, [Y/N]," Jaehyun turned the printer off, you were leaned against the adjacent table where the print-outs that weren't picked up were, so Jaehyun took the opportunity to close the door, a scandalous grin on his lips as the door clicked lock. He motioned his gaze at you; your thighs were not so discreetly closed together, arms crossed over your chest like you didn't care what he was doing but expression read flustered beyond belief.

It was cute, attractive, like you'd thought about this before and you didn't know if you were going to push him away or not.

"Is there a boyfriend I should be taking into consideration?" Jaehyun asks, sleeping with taken men were against his rules, the thought of it makes him feel beyond guilty.

"No... There isn't," you responded.

Jaehyun now fully having you trapped between his body and the timber counter, hands on the edge as he leaned in. You couldn't help but move your head down to avoid the man from touching your lips out of fluster; It would make anyone shy, but you heard him chuckle softly, pressing his hips against yours instead, smirking at the little whimper leaving your lips, moving his head down to place little butterfly kisses going your jaw, "You okay with me fucking you, pretty boy?'

You didn't even realise that your hips thrust up at his words, your hand reflexing up to grab the fabric around his bicep at the familiar feeling of arousal. "I- I'm okay with it.." you choke out a response.

"Even though we're at work?" Jaehyun asks, his hands flat against your hip bones as he leaned down to press his lips against the skin of your neck; they were soft but firm, gentle but rough enough for you to crave more. Your head leaning back to give him the space to touch you, shy breaths erupting from the sensation. Jaehyun whispered against your skin; "Even though someone can walk in at any time?" He asks, reaching one hand up to loosen the tie around your collar, pulling it down and throwing it onto the floor, followed by his fingers moving in a way to unbutton your dress-shirt, "You're a little freak, aren't you?"

If that didn't make you buck up. Oh, to be fucked by Jaehyun, it would be a blatant lie to say that it hadn't crossed your mind; fantasy tends to be different from reality, you'd have sleepless nights about the man in front of you, fantasies that he would have you bent over your bosses desk with your ass in the air, barely being able to keep your composure from how much he teases you, cum sinfully leaking down to the carpet and Jaehyun's hand wrapped around your neck, peppering kisses against your skin like he was a lover.

Footsteps passed the room, both your attention turning to the door, watching the silhouette from underneath the door leave; and just as it did, Jaehyun lifted you up to place you on the timber counter properly, getting rid of the papers beforehand as both your lips connected.

It was desperate, quick and so much passion; God knows how much you two were eyeing each other since the attraction built, making jokes about how 'any man would be lucky to have you' or the sexual tension when you two were discussing a project at meetings. You threw your hands into his brown hair, his hands touching your skin accidentally as he undid all the buttons on the shirt, not yet throwing it off your shoulders.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Jaehyun grunts, admiring your body for a quick moment before throwing off his own shirt, discarding clothes on the floor.

You couldn't help but stare at his toned body, gold skin, an alluring stare, your face felt hot but he leaned back in again, this time more gentle as he captured your lips with his; this time it was more mellow, you weren't complaining, because it was the feeling of his hands wandering around your body that made it arousing.

"You literally don't know..." Jaehyun whispered in between the kiss, pushing himself against you that bit harder to get a moan to escape your lips to the point you can feel his smirk, "...you don't how long I've wanted you like this."

You giggle softly, wrapping your legs around Jaehyun's waist to bring him much closer, "In the printing room?"

Jaehyun laughed, "Touché."

The brunet kisses down your neck, painting stripes with his tongue while his hands gripped your hips. You make soft whines and giggles at the sensation, moaning when he bit down, telling him not to leave marks because you two knew damn well that employees and coworkers will be asking one too many questions if they saw such a thing.

"Don't worry," Jaehyun grins cheekily, pecking a kiss on your nose, "They'll just wish they were in my position. Now turn around."

You did as you were asked. Jaehyun took his time, prepping and lubing since it would be very ungentlemanly of him not to. There was the occasional chuckle he'd let out when you pushed back against his fingers, quivering like your knees were going to give in, laughing at you when you let out a particularly loud moan, using that as an advantage to push in another finger. "Hush, pretty boy, won't want to get caught with my fingers deep in your ass now, would you?" He whispered against your shoulder, his free hand coming up to play with your chest, letting his rough hands wander all over it.

"J-Jae, please," you sighed, closing your eyes and dipping your head down, your arms holding the timber counter.

Jaehyun brushed his lips over your shoulder and up to your neck, letting them butterfly but his hands were heavily contradicting his actions on your neck as he took your beg as his welcome to push his fingers deeper and faster, smirking when you couldn't help your head shoot up and mouth open, your body shook at the sensation, you thighs closing as if it would help with anything. Jaehyun smirked but ran a smile against your neck, “If you cum, you best believe I’ll make you wish I put a gag on you,” he said softly. “Now. Please what, pretty boy?”

You had to put a hand over your mouth, your cheeks felt hot at his words and moans threatened to spill from the gaps between your fingers but you tried your hardest to make coherent words, "I need more, Jae.. please."

Jaehyun hummed, he pushed his fingers hard into you one last time, but the jolt made your legs tremble as he kept his fingers buried. He wasn't happy with the answer, but you cried out in pure sin and he couldn't help but enjoy the sound, "I'm gonna ask you one more– oh, what have we here?"

A mixture of fright and guilt washed over your orgasmic and shaky body, the only thing keeping you on your feet was Jaehyun's body against yours and even then the evidence of your orgasm made Jaehyun chuckle.

"Did you cum without permission, [Y/N]?" Jaehyun asked, keeping his fingers firmly burried as he spoke lowly.

You shook your head, not in attempts to deny the truth but out of guilt and repentance, "I-I didn't mean to I just–!"

"–Shhh, it's okay, I'm glad I made you feel good," Jaehyun began placing little kisses along your back. The sensation mixing emotions in the pit of your stomach, but as soon as you had a moment to collect your thoughts, Jaehyun began thrusting his fingers back into your ass, pushing at the furthest point with overstimulated moans leaving your mouth. Jaehyun leaned forward to whisper in your ear, "But I did warn you, didn't I?"

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