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Surely, You’d Burn the Same (Batman/Bruce Wayne x fem!reader)

PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR

Rated: Mature, Explicit 18+

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: smut, sexpollen (dubcon), explicit language, handjobs, oral (both male and female), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, mentions of violence, brief mention of an IV/needle, Bruce is touch starved lmfao (lmk if I missed anything please!!)

a/n: ok while consent is given on both parties, it’s has sex pollen-esque features so it is dubious consent!! just be aware of that! ANNYWAY PLEASE ENJOY (also thank u sm to the lovely @jango-fettish for helping me come up with this idea)

Fuck Lieutenant James Gordon.

Fuck him and his stupid penchant for glorifying vigilante justice. And fuck yourself for coming back here in this shithole of a city called Gotham. You’re a goddamn forensic analyst. You’re not supposed to be involving yourself with shit like this.

But alas, trouble always has a way of finding you.

It nears six months into your job when you start to hear the rumors. Missing money from evidence, smudged fingerprints, evidence destroyed. Staff meetings about bribery, pay-offs to cover up the ferocious criminal underbelly of Gotham. The list goes on and on. Half the CSI staff eats out of the hand of some crime figurehead. The Penguin mostly—dude’s got a thumb in every pie scattered across the city. You don’t entirely blame them—the pay is shit and the job shittier. If you didn’t have the familial ties that you do, you’d be in the same bind as them.

You keep your head down. You don’t want any part of it.

It still doesn’t stop the nicely folded manilla envelopes from finding their way into your desk. Encoded notes, promising pay if you jack up some idiot official’s incriminating evidence. You just sweep them into the shredder and say not a word. It’s one of the reasons you’ve risen through the ranks so quickly—the captain's favorite—squeaky clean and determined. Always on scene for the high profile cases, sidestepping the dangerous undertow that nips at your ankles.

Like you said, trouble always finds you.

James Gordon is lucky he’s a family friend or else you’d have blocked his number ages ago. He has a bad habit of calling in the middle of the night, hyped up on crappy coffee and a lead he needs followed. You figure he supersedes your captain with these sorts of things because she too has been corrupted—or maybe Gordon just wants you to succeed. Both are plausible options.

And so, when you get the jarring phone call in the buttfuck middle of the night that scares that absolute bejesus out of you, you’re not surprised. The context of the call, though, that’s a little different—

“I gotta show you something, kiddo.”

Puffy eyed from sleep and a tick away from strangling him, you throw on a light coat and lo and behold, Gordon is there to pick you up. He reveals nothing once you get into the car. You watch the darkened city roll past, the buildings gleaming and hazy in the light drizzle. Streetlamp reflections churn golden swirls onto the concrete streets—the only constellations that have learned how to shine through the light pollution.

The place he brings you is an abandoned tower. Construction litters the surrounding area. You shiver when you exit his warm car. “Jesus, Gordon. Is this where you’re gonna dump my body?”

He shoves his glasses up the bridge of his nose and punches the buttons to the elevator. Who the fuck pays for electricity here? “Shut up, kid.”

“Touchy.”

Your curiosities are soon put to an end.

Gordon is the caretaker of the so-called Bat-Signal. You should’ve known. You’re a bit peeved to be quite honest, that you were never close to even finding out his secret. Whatever.

Even more startling is the fact the Batman himself pays you a little visit atop that windy tower.

Like a shadow he melts into view. You don’t know any better than to draw your gun and point at the dark mass of muscle and a walking armory. Gordo slaps his hand over the barrel, forcing you to lower the weapon. “Woah, woah, woah—he’s on our side, Blue.”

Striking blue eyes bore into yours as your heart hammers away inside your chest. He takes a heavy step forward, then another, and another until he stands nearly toe to toe with you. Christ, he’s tall.

“Why is she here?”

His voice is rough as stone, soft in cadence but powerful nonetheless. He breathes authority and power—alluring.

Gordon grasps your shoulder in support. To be quite frank, you don’t follow the rest of the conversation nor remember the reason why Gordon introduced you—something along the lines of another ally in case something goes wrong. Another familiar face to rely upon. Or maybe it’s for your sake—another line of determent to convince you from straying too close into the hands of bribery.

All you do is stare, and Vengeance stares back.

It works.

Or at least, Vengeance allows you to tag along as Gordon’s sidekick. The months go on like this. The bribes increase and instead of shredding them you pass them off to Vengeance—a trail he can follow to find those responsible. You and Gordon help as much as you can, because fuck. No one else is doing anything about it—crime keeps surging and corruption runs rampant. It’s a tragedy that only The Batman dares challenge.

And that tragedy bites back.

It’s another one of those frantic, midnight calls. It’s different this time—urgent.

“Get your ass to the crime lab—we got a situation."

Dutifully you rush to dress and haul ass to the labs. You go around back, swipe your keycard and fly down the emergency lit stairs. You heart leaps into your throat as your foot skips a step—

You tear through the dark office and beeline towards the captain’s office. The door is already open—Gordon is throwing a half-lucid Batman onto the tiny couch shoved on the side wall. He looses conciseness the minute his back hits the cushions. “The fuck happened?”

You fly over and shove your fingers under Batman’s sharp jaw to find a pulse. It races under your fingers. Gordon shakes his head. “No clue—found him close to the station, so I brought him down here.”

You pull out a pocket light from your coat, lift up his eyelid and shine it over his eyes. Doesn’t look like he has a concussion. “I told you, Gordon. I’m not a doctor, the closest thing I got to a medical degree is my EMT.”

“He’s not bleeding,” Gordon relays. “We just need to watch him and get him outta here before anyone sees.”

Fine. Fine. You can deal with that.

You sit up and tear through your bag of pilfered medical supplies. You slide on a set of gloves, grab an IV line and reach for Batsy’s limp arm. Gordon helps wrestle off his glove. You slide the needle into his battered hand, and lay the baggie onto the back of the couch. You sigh and peel off your gloves and throw them into the wastebasket under the captain’s desk. “You’re lucky no one’s down here.”

“I know,” Gordon says. “We’d both get the boot, huh?”

You snort. “You wouldn’t.”

You stand and peruse the lab in search for a vitals monitor. Perks of sharing the building with the morgue, you suppose. You wheel the machine into the office, peel off the sticky parts and attach them to the insides of his wrist. They’re new, no wires—like a blue tooth sort of deal. The machine flips on—the beep of Bats’ pulse fills the room.

When Bats shows no signs of waking in the coming moments Gordon bails. You don’t blame him. This is boring. “You alright if I head out, kiddo?”

You wave your hand in dismissal. “Yeah, yeah—get outta here, old man.”

Gordon chuckles at this, ruffles your hair and swiftly exits. “Call if you need anything!”

The next time you’ll be calling him will probably be in jail. Can you go to jail for helping a vigilante? Is that a thing? Y’know what, doesn’t matter. Precisely why you never went to law school. Fuck that noise.

Even so, you wait for Vengeance to wake.

An hour ticks by—your boredom grows rampant. With a sigh you pull out your pocket light and waddle over to the couch. You peel open his eyelids and curl your lip at the greasy, black residue that comes away from his eye. It reminds you of that shitty Halloween store makeup. Hm…

Suddenly, his hand shoots up and wrenches your arm away—throwing himself off the couch and narrowly punching the living daylights out of you. “Fuck, man—chill! It’s me!”

His lips are drawn in a snarl, fists clenched. Though once he sees you, takes account of his surroundings he drops back onto the couch like deadweight. You scramble over, readjust his IV and recheck his vitals. His heart races—not entirely alarming just yet.

“Blue,” he rasps, throwing out your name to assure that it really is you and that he’s safe. It’s not your real name (he knows that too), it’s just a label you coined over the years that began in middle school. Little Crybaby Blue—got too over zealous with the crappy hair die and went to school covered in it. You were tinged blue for weeks. He doesn’t know that though. Hopefully…

“Yeah, it’s me, Bats,” you assure. “Gordon called me.”

Leather creaks as he nods. He squeezes his eyes shut and grunts as he shifts into a more comfortable position. “Only place I could get to.”

You bite your tongue before you can offer your place as a haven if he ever needs. That would be brushing elbows with unknown territory. Dangerous.

He tries to sit up again. Your hand whips out. “Nuh-uh. Just rest for now. Gotham can go a few hours without her Batboy.”

For the first time since meeting him he listens without a fight. He only clenches his jaw and glares up at the water stained sealing. “How long?”

You frown. You rub the bridge of your nose and sigh. “Until the IV is finished, deal?”

It’s half empty. Bats agrees solemnly.

Boredom weighs heavy on your shoulders once again. His silence has never bothered you, but even so, it’s a little awkward just sitting here, kneeling on the floor. Your fingers find his tattered cape that spills onto the floor, thumbing the rough fabric. Fireproof probably—

Batty makes a noise low in his chest. You bite you cheek, scrambling for an excuse. “Haven’y you heard Batboy? No capes,” you quote, tugging on the ends of the tattered cloth. You’re met with a blank, glacial stare. You roll your eyes. “Y’know, like Edna Mode? The Incredibles?”

Still nothing.

You tut. “You’re no fun.”

His breath is stuttered as he inhales, readjusting himself to better ignore you. Ok, yeah, maybe that joke was stupid, but it doesn’t warrant a cold shoulder. Irritation pricks at your insides. Fucker—is it really that hard to humor someone and their dumb pop culture references? “You look like shit, by the way.”

“You have terrible bedside manner.”

Your lips purse. “Bummer.”

And then it all crumbles into disaster.

His heart rate continues to spike, a terrifying crescendo of rapid electronic beeps that pushes your own adrenaline into overdrive. Fuck, you are not prepared to deal with this at all. The fuck are you supposed to do with Batman’s dead body? Throw it in the dumpster?

You scramble through the office’s supply of bottled drugs. Most of it is useless—embalming fluid, isopropyl alcohol—like you said, useless shit. You flit over to your boss’s desk and tear through the bottom drawers. A big black binder resides in the left one—score. You fling it open and find the vial of clear liquid that’ll stop him from having a fucking heart attack. You rush over, syringe in hand and grab for his IV—you startle as his hand launches out to stop you.

“No.”

You grimace and wrench your wrist free. You make a grab for it again—he swats you away. The syringe tumbles to the square of carpet under the couch, the vial rolls beneath it. “Dude—I’m trying to save your life! You’re gonna have a goddamn heart attack.”

“No,” he snarls again. He grits his teeth, and rips the IV line out of his hand. What the fuck. At least the fucking heart monitor is still attached. “You’re wrong.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Batboy,” you sneer, throwing your hands up. “I didn’t know you were also a doctor.”

His mouth dips into a grim line. He curls into himself and dips his shoulder, the cushions creak as he turns to face the back of the couch. It doesn’t really work—the couch is small and Batboy is fucking massive—like cramming a G.I. Joe doll onto Polly Pocket furniture. It’s a little funny.

A low groan reverberates through his wide chest, legs pulling closer to his middle. You worry your lip between your teeth—dude is clearly in pain, you just have to figure out a way to get him to accept your help. You sigh and kneel onto the carpet. This is exactly why you vowed never to go into the caretaker side of things—it’s frustrating. Nonetheless, you hover a hand over the plated armor lining the space between his shoulder and upper arm. Batboy flinches.

“C’mon, Bats,” you urge, softening the edge of your voice to dull the bite of your irascibility. “Let me help you.”

The silence is deafened by the beeping heart monitor and accompanied by his terse, staccato, breathing. You whisper your hand down to the crease of his elbow. Even through the thick fabric, the heat of his skin is scorching. He’s running a fever. Batboy grunts and pulls his elbow closer to his middle. You don’t let go.

“You can’t,” he presses. “Not with this, Blue.”

You clench your jaw. “You don’t know that.”

He’s holding his breath like he’s scared of it leaving his frayed lungs. And you…you’re biting your tongue—you cannot take a crowbar to his jaw and pry the answers you want out of him. That’s not how it works—not with him. People will never understand the true essence of what this man is—fuck—you barely know either. But what you do know, is that there’s a tragedy hidden beneath his tongue and broken promises that are stapled to his martyr red heart. He’s blind to his own ambitions, in search for payment without realizing that the aftermath of revenge will bury him alive. He’ll never change and you never expect him to do so.

It’s just the way things are.

Much to his chagrin, however, you will not be letting Batboy die on your boss’s office couch tonight. You prod him a second time. He’s divulged that he knows exactly what’s got him in this state, you just need to coax it from him. “Tell me. Please.”

Something akin to desperation lining your words, cracks his resolve. He grunts and turns his head. His eyes are a small ring of blue, blotted out by his dilated pupils—shit. That can’t be good. Bat’s tongue rolls out to wet his chapped lips, inhales—his heart rate spikes again. Jesus, that’s too fucking fast—

“Iceberg Lounge,” he says. He’s starting to pant. “I got dosed with something.”

Your brows furrow. A list of substances scroll through your brain—how to treat them, what the symptoms are that matches his. “Like cyanide? I have—”

“No,” Batty shakes his head and lifts his gaze to stare at the water stained ceiling. The muscles in his sharp jaw flex. He shifts. “Pheromone based.”

Your face twists. The hell does that mean? You’re about to ask him to clarify when the pieces click together. Oh.

Rapid heart rate, dilated pupils, skin feverish—

Batty’s been drugged with an aphrodisiac.

The seriousness of the situation rams into you like a freight train. You’ve been on three cases already that involved this shit. High up political players dosed with the mystery aphrodisiac after hiring escort services from the Iceberg Lounge. Each one of them found dead, hearts all but exploded from the effects of the drug. No matter how much they tried, bringing themself to their own end never worked. You press your palms into your face, bitter panic welling inside your chest.

Oh fuck—fuck, fuck, fuck—

Calloused fingers gently curl around your wrist. They pry your hand free from your face. “Blue.”

“Don’t say it like that,” you hiss. You’re sure his fingertips can pinpoint your raging pulse—just as fast as his thrums. “Shut up.”

His chin tilts down, a question swimming in his gaze.

“And don’t try and convince me you’ll end up ok,” you say. “Because you won’t—not this time. Not unless…”

Not unless you give him that relief. It’s not…it’s not like you aren’t attracted to him. Christ, the minute you met him you were smitten. You’d jump Bats’ bones if he offered, but not like this. Not something tarnished and born out of necessity. You stare at the wine red rug under your knees and bite your lip. Your skin itches from where Bats still holds your wrist.

“Blue,” he whispers, wheezy and suffering. “I’m not afraid to die.”

He’s bleeding forgiveness, keeping your hands clean from his choice to go out this way. You can’t—your conscious would never be free of the guilt. The black stain of knowing you could’ve remedied this with ease but instead chose to end the reign of Vengeance, based on what? Your stubborn propriety and a guessing game covered in a glass floor of eggshells? That’s not fair—not fair to him or whatever legacy he’s trying to build in Gotham.

You suck in a deep breath of air and muster your courage. Carefully, and without haste, you roll your wrist out of his hand and slowly bring it to cup his stubbled jaw. He inhales sharply. “I’m not gonna let you die, Batboy.”

His eyes flutter as you smooth your thumb up the sharp line of cheek. Fuck, he’s sensitive. The leather on his singular glove creaks as his fists clench, the heart monitor races away. You’re running out of time. “I didn’t want it this way.”

Yeah. You didn’t either. “When you don't get what you want, you start forgetting what you need, Batty.” Bats lips pull into a deep frown—he hates when you call him that. He wants to argue. You don’t let him. “It’s ok—trust me.”

His eyes bore into yours, striking against the blackness of his mask and the dark grease paint he wears beneath it. It feels as though an eternity passes before he’s nodding. He’s found whatever he was looking for in your eyes and deemed it enough. An inkling of your desire maybe—

The rapid-fire beeping distracts you once again. Cursing, you jump to your feet and silence the damn machine. When you return Bats has arranged himself into a hunched sitting position, leaving enough room for you to sit and be within viewing range of his vitals displayed on the screen.

You gingerly sit. You swallow and turn to him. His chest heaves like he’s just run forty miles, bare hands clenched at his sides to dispel the shaking—a tightly wound mess at the mercy of your salvation. You scoot closer and risk skirting your hand over his armored knee. You bite the inside of your cheek to quell your racing nerves. This is so fucked up. You offer him a weak smile. “We’ll start small and go from there, ok?”

He grunts his affirmation. You nod and lean over his broad chest, running your fingers over the pockmarks in his armor and all the way down to his belt. His eyes are glued to your face, unwavering as you wrestle his heavy utility belt free from his waist. His thigh jumps under your hand. You slide your palm up and inward towards the bulge pressing against the front of his pants.

Batty sits up, ramrod straight as your hand squeezes him through his pants. A rush of arousal surges in the pit of you abdomen—he’s not a small man in any way, shape, or form. You bite the inside of your cheek and press onward, pawing at the waistband of his pants. Bats lifts his hips as you tug both his pants and boxers down far enough his muscled legs that it won’t hinder your goals. If you had it your way, there’d be a lot more teasing involved.

Fuck—not like he needs it.

His cock is well past hard, flushed an angry red at the tip and leaking precum against the base of his abdomen, straining towards his navel. Fuck—you want him bad. You look up at him, he’s already staring. In a flash of movement, Bats captures your hand and guides you to his throbbing cock. It’s a knee-jerk reaction—he folds into you as you grab a hold of his length, his rapid pulse reminding you that you’re on a time crunch here. Internally you despair over the fact you can’t enjoy this—him—for longer.

This is about him—not you.

You huff at the added weight draped onto your body, armor and all. His masked face tucks itself into the crux of your shoulder. He mumbles a gruff apology that tapers off as you squeeze his cock, searing and heavy in your hand. You wiggle closer and breathe against his neck, moisture collecting onto the black leather. He smells like rain. “Does it hurt?”

“No.”

You remain like this for a few moments as he pants onto your skin, his left hand clenching the back of the couch so hard it might rip. Your palm, slick with his dribbling precum, glides easily up and down his thick length. Shit, your fingers barely meet—

His head lifts, two digits press on the underside of your chin, tilting up—

Vengeance kisses like he’s won the war. Brutal, devouring, victorious, grateful. He’s spent years fighting and it’s as if only now he’s stopped long enough to catch his breath. Even though he’s actively racing towards death. His hands grab at your arms, your clothes, your hair. It’s like you are the spoils of battle and he fears losing you to the enemies that snap at his heels. He kisses like a man afraid that this will be fleeting, insubstantial and will abandon him. The desperation you think, is a side effect, but it excites you anyhow.

You part for air. “Everything’s gonna be alright,” you whisper, voice gentle. Tonight you are his tether. And he the disbelieving survivor, jittery and wounded but safe. “Let go like this. It’s ok.”

He abandons your lips in favor of latching his teeth to the tender flesh above your collarbone—it stings. You whimper and pump your hand faster, the obscene wet sounds of it filling the room. You rub your thumb under the tip then back down to fondle his balls.

Bats groans weakly. “Blue—”

And then quite abruptly—so abruptly that it surprises him more than it does you—he lets go.

Batty cums hard into your hand, right here at your place of work, armor half ripped off, leaning the entirety of his weight onto you. A ragged gasp tears through his clenched teeth and he stiffens against you, balls pulling up tight under your palm. Sticky warmth immediately coats your fingers and the inside of your wrist in throbbing spurts. He slams a wild fist into the couch, growling your name, your true name, before his voice trapezes into a gritty, wordless snarl.

You mouth wet kisses over the exposed skin of his jaw, caressing the swollen head of his cock as it pulses in your grip. His orgasm is long and achingly drawn out, draining his body of his rapidly expending energy with every thick rope of cum you’re able to milk out of him. He swears and shudders his way through his release, until finally the exhaustion wins him over, slumped onto you as you struggle not to collapse under his weight. Fuck—it’s been a long time for him. You release his half hard cock and rub gentle circles into his protruding hipbone, your other hand smoothing down the back of his helmet to cup his neck. A dark thrum of pride runs through you veins—how many could say they could get Batman himself to submit like this—flash his colors of vulnerability.

You’re betting on zero.

Your eyes slide past the dark mass of him and onto the heart monitor. It seems to have done the trick. His pulse drops to a near normal level. “Good?”

His warm, wet tongue, laves over the teethmarks he’s left. His fingers gripping the back of the couch unlatch and float around your waist, drawing you into a loose semblance of a hug. You feel his lips move as he mumbles a hushed; “Thank you.”

The cadence of his gravel rough timbre causes your heart to ache for him. You’d never name whatever this is as love because love has a twin sister named power—and when you give somebody one, then you give them the other. You understand that it’s in Batman’s best interest to keep both. There’s no part of him that can be torn apart, no soft spot, no cavity—it’ll get in the way.

But he’s still learning.

Batty groans and finds your hand that’s still coated in his sticky cum. “M’sorry.”

His breathing kicks up a second time, the firm line of his body curling curling into himself. Hot puffs of air scorch your skin as Bats feebly raises his head. His chapped lips tickle your cheek, a request lodged in his throat. He needs to cum again—it’s written plain as day on the heart monitor and the way his body holds itself like a tightened spring. He won’t ask, so you press your lips to his and bridge the gap between you once more.

Batman moans into your open mouth, allowing you to slide your tongue over his. His cock is rock hard again, twitching in your hand. A wicked idea twists through your mind as his hips roll into your fist. “Do you want my mouth, Batboy?”

He startles at the offer. If not for the pulse of his cock and the way it leaks over your hand and onto his pants, you’d think you had offended him. He pulls back far enough to meet your eyes. They find the wall, the corner of your mouth then back to you. He works his jaw and clasps a hand over your arm.

“I can’t—you—you don’t have to,” Batty stutters. “Fuck, Blue. I can’t…ask you for that.”

“I’m offering,” you say, a little smile playing across your lips. “It’ll feel better than my hand.”

Quicker than before, he gives in. He slumps into the couch as you slide to the rug between his knees. You reach up to hook your fingertips in his hem of his trousers and pull them as far as they go before they catch on his armor. He’s zeroed in on your face again as he widens his legs for you to scoot in close, knees cradling your ribcage. Fuck—being this close to his cock sends shockwaves of achey arousal to your cunt. It’s torture not to just shove your hand between your legs and take care of the wicked need.

Your mouth is watering—you bend down and part your lips to gently drag your tongue along the smooth skin of his balls, licking him clean of his previous orgasm. His whole body jumps at the hot, velvety slick sensation—you let out a low hum in response. Batty swears when you trail your way up, slowly trailing your tongue up the length of his cock and pressing your plush lips to his flushed tip.

Bats exhales a shaky breath while you run your tongue along him, memorizing his taste. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock and roll your tongue up underneath the little crease here. The smooth skin pulses on your tongue, you slide your fingers around the pale protrusions of his hips, and work your mouth wider to take his thick length deeper. Drool and his precum pool at the base of his cock—probably gonna stain the leather below.

Holy shit your jaw aches—

His fingers bury themselves into your hair, the sharp pricks encouraging you to continue. He never once guides you or pushes you down his cock—it’s just a way to anchor himself. The heat of your mouth is overwhelming—soft and willing to please him. “S’good.”

Your pride swells.

You pull up to make room for your slick hand to wrap around his cock, beginning to jerk him off. You lave your tongue over his tip and cradle him here within the soft pallet of your mouth, your touch gliding strong and wet along his entire length. His skin is sizzling as he hardens even more—the tension in his body about the burst and snap like a cut wire. “I’m close—”

You hum in acknowledgment. You don’t stray from your course of suckling on the tip of his cock, slowly swirling your tongue around him, continuing to use your hand to firmly pump the length of his cock. Bats’ fingers twist into your hair as his hips unconsciously seek your mouth each time you pull up to catch a breath of cool air. His moans, while still low and rough, border on airy.

Shit—you clench your thighs together. You can’t help yourself—the discomfort is too much. You drop a hand and wedge it between your thighs to press hard against your clit to relive some of that pressure that threatens to swallow you whole. The sight of you touching yourself excites him—that paired with the way you gaze up at him through your lashes, shoves him over the edge in a dizzying display of pure lust.

He whispers your name and hunches over you like you’ve punched him in the gut. He trembles, white-knuckling your hair and the armrest and once again cumming with force into your mouth. You greedily accept him. The first taste of his release spreads over the flat of your tongue right as you dig your nails into the exposed flesh of his hips. His hips buck, gasping raggedly as he empties himself down your throat—expelling the aphrodisiac meant to kill him from his veins the only way he can.

You swallow all of what he gives to you, grasping his hips and locking him place as he rides out his high. You don’t let go until his firm frame relaxes, cock softening upon your tongue. A soft pop sounds in your ears as he slips from your mouth. His fingers untangle from your hair and delicately brush over the matted area. Wetness stains your mouth but before you can you wipe the mess from your lips and chin, his bare hand curls around your jaw and guides you into a devastating kiss.

A familiar ache ignites in your chest—twisting, blazing, raw. The roaring in your ears becomes a thousand times louder. Like thunder, the fury of a storm, waves crashing against a gloomy cliff side. He’s an electrical surge that lights you up from the inside out. You can barely breathe but you feel so alive.

Bats nips at your bottom lip, mumbling his thanks like a prayer into your ear. His teeth tenderly nip at your earlobe, crowding you into the corner of the couch. “Can I return the favor?”

You choke. “You don’t have to. I told you—”

“I want to taste you,” he interrupts gently. The fingers around your jaw slide to your chin. His thumb pulls down your bottom lip.

You’ll never understand how he’s able to touch you as if you are fine china. It doesn’t make sense with what he does, how he appears to the public all dark and violent. Before your conscious mind can agree, your head is nodding on its own. “Fuck yeah.”

The ends of his mouth ever so slightly quirk up at that. Bats moves in closer. Shit. “Wait—wait,” you sputter, flattening your palms against his chest plate. You push, he backs up. “Your vitals—I need to make sure you’re ok first.”

He grunts and pinches your chin, moving your head to the side. His vitals seem…normal, you suppose. They’ve plateaued. For now. “I’m fine, Blue.”

Bats slides off the couch and onto his knees, hands finding the swell of your hips. You think he’s going to eat you out like this, the same as you’ve done for him. But nope. No—he drags you to the floor and herds you onto all fours. Fuck—it makes sense. He can’t risk the chance of revealing his identity if you were to knock or grab his mask. Bats presses into your shoulder until you’re ass up, face resting on the carpet. You fingers dig into the red fibers, excitement thrumming through your core.

He wrestles your pants and underwear down your legs, shuddering as he knocks your knees apart. You know how wet you must be based on the curse that tumbles sweetly past his lips. His ungloved hand runs down the slope of your ass and cuts inward, his thumb sliding through your wet slit. You hear him shuffle and then feel his breath fanning over the base of your spine a moment later.

Bats hooks his other hand, the leather a sensory buffer, around your thigh and yanks your hips closer to his mouth. All thoughts fizzle out at the hot glide of his tongue through your pussy from behind. Oh, shit—you arch your spine and whine the only name you have for him. His tongue languidly swirls over your clit, each pass like an electric shock splitting through your cells. You want more. You cry and cant your hips back as he lightly sucks on the bundle of nerves. You nearly cry when he flattens his tongue and follows the curve of your cunt all the way up to your entrance.

You tense then immediately relax as the tips of his fingers, press at your entrance, teasing the clenching ring of soft muscle before sinking in. The two digits slip in with ease—all the way up to the second knuckle. When he draws them back out, they're no doubt coated with your wetness. He thrusts them back in, then out—setting a slow but strong pace that makes everything ache with need. It leaves you just hovering over the sharp edge of ecstasy, the catch of his knuckles and the heat of his calloused skin torture.

You fist the rug under you, biting your lip to quiet the louder moans. You know for a fact that there’s still people lurking around somewhere in this building. “Gonna cum—keep going.”

Bats’ mouth dips down a second time, sucks on your clit and hums around you. That does it.

A few more curls and thrusts of his fingers inside of your clenching walls has your body seizing up tight. You're flying off that edge, faster than the speed of light. You cum onto his tongue and fingers with a strangled cry, sparks of blurry white alighting behind your eyelids as your back arches. Batty continues to lick you through your orgasm, even as you squirm and shake in his firm hold. Ecstasy implodes behind your eyelids as heat, hotter than wildfire spreads from your center all the way up your stomach and down to your toes. You're quivering, and over the roaring in your ears you hear Bats murmur his praise—feeling the vibration of his groan, as he licks up the flood of your wetness over his tongue.

When he pulls away you groan at the loss and melt onto your side, jittery from the aftershocks. “Goddamn.”

Batman tickles his fingers over your bare thigh and run all the way down to the bend of your knee. Goosebumps follow in the wake of his touch. He drags his fingertips over them curiously—your turn your head. He retracts his hand like you’ve burned him and busies himself with getting redressed. The monitor flatlines as he tears off the remaining sticky patches. Your hands shake as they weakly tug your pants back up.

Nothing is said in the minutes following. You lead him from the office, up the emergency stairwell and out through the backdoor. It’s raining—steam from a nearby vent clouds the chilly air, the exit sign painting the blackness of his suit a bloody, neon red. You wipe the rain off your brow.

You crane your neck to look at him. His mouth is still set in a rigid frown—maybe a bit more relaxed. You can’t tell in the darkness.

“Thank you,” he says, all jagged and raw like ripped stitches.

You hug your middle. Fuck, this rain is colder than balls. You smile. “Anytime, Batboy.”

That, you can tell, bothers him still. He takes a heavy step forward, gear chinking as he moves. His movements are sluggish as he brings his hand, now fully gloved, to touch under your chin. He dips his head to reach you, lips barely skimming yours. You hold your breath and close your eyes. “Goodbye, Blue.”

The touch of his lips is faint. Like a shadow. When you open your eyes, he’s gone.

“See you around, Vengeance,” you whisper to the darkness.

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quindolyn · 3 years

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🦦 sub! james w/ a praise kink helping stressed reader unwind after a big exam? if these are still open??? i love u sm thank u :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMIE! 3/5 of my James baby blurbs for today!

Sub Jamie is my favorite, not proofread because I’m TIRED

Word Count: 971

Slamming doors were never a good thing, James may have lacked common sense sometimes, but even he knew that. Throwing his Quidditch magazine to the side he looked up to see you trudge in through the door, you’d just finished making up an exam in Charms, leaving your boyfriend to lounge around his dorm alone until you finished the dreaded exam.

“Hey (Y/N/N), how’d it go?” James asked sincerely, his long legs making strides towards you before lifting the bag from your shoulder to abandon it on the floor.

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” You grumbled, throwing yourself into his arms, “Just want you.”

James expertly lifted you into his arms, guiding your legs to wrap around his torso before you crossed your ankles over each other, anchoring yourself at the small of his back, your arms meeting over his shoulders.

“M’sure you did fine Mommy,” James comforted you as he made his way back towards his bed before laying down, still clutching you to his chest, “You’re so smart, you probably aced it.”

“It was a hard test,” You grumbled into his bare shoulder as he often walked around shirtless, “M’just really wound up now, feel all tight on the inside.”

“Hmmm,” James hummed thoughtfully, dragging a hand in circular patterns on your back, “I could help you with that Mommy, if you wanted,” He offered, wanting to make you feel better.

“How you gonna do that baby?” You asked into his skin, not fully processing the implication of his words as your mind was exhausted from your exam and even keeping your eyes open was an endeavor.

“Was thinking I could eat you out,” He offered, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “Always relaxes you.”

“It does relax me baby, so smart for remembering,” You praised the boy, moving a hand to grip his strong bicep, “You wanna eat me out, pretty boy? Help Mommy relax?”

“Yes please,” He responded automatically with an enthusiastic nod of his head.

With your consent, James had your clothes shed and discarded both on the floor and Sirius’ bed which sat next to his, leaving you completely naked to which he too followed suit after your insistence that you should have easy access to his ass, should you ever want it.

As James threw your bare legs over his shoulders he buried the tip of his nose in our folds, inhaling deeply to take in your distinct scent before dragging his tongue from your hole, up through your folds, to your clit where he sucked generously. Rolling the bundle of nerves between his teeth James hummed, the vibrations causing goosebumps to form on your skin as a zap of pleasure traveled down your sprint to the pit of your belly where you could feel your arousal starting to build.

“Fuck Jamie,” Your hands immediately burrowed into his scalp, allowing you to get a stronghold on his dark locks, “Feels so good, eat my pussy so well baby.”

James released another moan into the gushing expanse of your cunt at the praise, unable to control himself as your words sent blood straight down to his cock which was pressed painfully against the comforter.

“Yeah, just like that, your pretty moans make Mommy feel so good baby,” You muttered as you bucked your hips unabashedly up towards his lips.

James’ response was muffled as he didn’t bother lifting his face from your cunt but he spoke nonetheless, “Taste so good Mommy, love your pussy.”

You smiled both at the pleasure surging through your body and his sweet words, “You taste even better baby, your cum tastes like candy.”

With each praise that tumbled from your lips James humped against the fabric covering the mattress, movements that didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Humping the bed baby?” You asked incredulously, “You that needy.”

“M’not needy,” He insisted, looking up at you with wide eyes, the lower half of his face glistening with your wetness before he returned to your clit.

“Aww baby,” You cooed at the obvious lie, “It’s okay to be needy, s’cute. You’re my favorite baby boy.”

The extolls just spurred him on more in his effort to get you to cum on his tongue until you felt yourself teetering over the precipice of pleasure until your climax was unbearably close.

“You wanna cum baby?” You managed to breathe out between gasps, “Gonna make a mess without me even touching you.”

Had you been able to see his face you were sure that it would’ve been painted in a bright red flush but all you could feel was him nodding into your pussy as he sucked your clit.

“Cum when Mommy cums baby, make a mess with me yeah?”

James didn’t need to be told twice, and as he felt your walls tighten around his tongue which lapped at your walls he sped up his thrusts against the mattress until he too was allowing hir orgasm to wash through him in wave after wave of indescribable pleasure.

You often recovered from your orgasms before James, this time being no exception you watched as he slowly came too, his head resting against the inside of your thigh.

“Hey there pretty boy,” You smiled, using a hand to brush the mussed hair out of his face, “You came for Mommy?”

Not yet having recovered enough from his climax James offered you a nod, turning onto his side so that you could see the milky white release that painted his lower stomach, cock, and thighs.

“Such a pretty mess you made baby,” You allowed your hand to cup James’ jaw, running your finger along his bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth, sucking on it like a baby would a pacifier.

“How about you let Mommy lick it up for you?”

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baroquebucky · 3 years

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don’t

in which bucky quickly learns that communication is key for a good relationship

word count: 1.7k

angst w a fluffy ending <33

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a/n: hehe inspired by this song !! go stream it i love it sm namjoon always has the best lyrics eek !! hope u all enjoy <3 lyrics in bold !

You looked at bucky as he walked in, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. His fist was bruised and bloodied. You sat on your shared bed, eyes heavy as you leaned against the headboard. It was the first time he’d come home in three days.

“james” you spoke, looking at your boyfriend as he ignored you. “james” you called out once more, sighing as he continued to get his clothes from the drawer and walk wordlessly into the restroom.

“bucky!” You raised your voice, he stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly. Before you could get a word out he stopped you.

“don’t talk” he stated, setting his clothes on the counter and running his hands through his hair and sighing, “not yet, i know what you’re about to say” he mumbled. Your mouth hung open in shock before you shook your head.

“bucky look at me, don’t avoid my eyes” you spoke sternly, getting up from the bed and walking in front of him. His blue eyes gazed into yours, he could see how worried you were.

“you have to talk to me bucky, it’s been three days already and you didn’t tell me anything” you told him gently, knowing how stubborn he was.

Bucky had a horrible nightmare, tears on his face as he woke up, you were shaking him awake gently and he accidentally hit you with his metal arm, making your nose bleed. A look of horror on his face as he realized what he had done, as you ran to the restroom bucky packed a bag quickly, leaving to go stay at the compound for the time being. He ignored your texts and calls, too afraid to see what you were saying to him.

It was almost 3 am and he hoped you would be asleep by the time he returned so he could get more clothes before leaving again. You weren’t.

“i can’t hurt you again, i have to go i need to leave, i have to go home” he spoke, pain evident in his eyes as he avoided your gaze.

“our home is here james” you whispered, moving to slowly take his hands in yours, “it’s us.” He flinched away when you grabbed his metal arm, taking a couple steps back.

“I have to go shower” he mumbled, grabbing his clothes and locking the restroom door, tears stinging his eyes as he turned the shower on, letting the hot water relax his stiff muscles.

You wiped away the stray tears on your face, texting sam and asking him for any advice. You held back sobs as you explained to him what had happened and how bucky had been acting.

we’ve been through so much worse, this can be the end of us, surely he’ll come around ??

Sam replied quickly, assuring you bucky just needed some time, but you should be sure he knew how you felt considering how he tended to get into his head all the time.

You thanked him quickly, telling him goodnight and assuring him you would tell him if you needed anything.

You tried to stay awake, but you were so exhausted, your eyelids heavy as you waited for bucky to get out of the shower.

Sighing you laid down, scooting closer to his side of the bed, it still smelled like him and helped you relax.

The sound of keys made your eyes jolt open, you shot up when you saw bucky heading towards the door.

“don’t leave, i need you here, please don’t” you whispered, eyes watering and your chin quivered. Bucky hesitated, he told himself he wouldn’t sleep in the same bed as you anymore, he was too scared of hurting you.

All it took was one look at you for all his resolve to fade away. You were wearing his black t shirt, your eyes were red and nose pink, your hair was messy and he knew it was tangled.

He set his bag down and closed the bedroom door, taking off his shirt and pants and slipping into bed next to you, pulling him into his arms and holding you tightly.

“bucky” you mumbled, eyes still wide open as he held you. He frowned, heart falling as you used the nickname.

“what happened to calling me james?” He asked, voice small as he spoke.

“thought since you were mad you wouldn’t want me callin you that” you replied, fiddling with his dog tags quietly. Buckys heart sank, you thought he was mad at you?

“don’t take away the name only you know doll, you’re the only one who calls me that, nothing is gonna take that away” he spoke, “you’re the only one who knows me as James, not as bucky or the winter soldier, but as myself.”

You looked at him, eyes soft as he talked, running his fingers through your hair and gently detangling it. He continued his actions as he spoke up again.

“I’m not mad at you doll, I’m mad at myself for hurting you” he confessed, panic settling in. “I thought if i stayed i would hurt you, i don’t want you hurting because of me so i left” he looked at you, waiting for you to tell him he did the right thing, that he should pack his things and go.

“i wish i could just magically fix who i am” he whispered.

“oh angel,” you breathed out, moving so you were both sitting with your backs against the headboard. “I don’t need magic, just be here james, here with me.”

“but what if i hurt you again, what if i ruin everything and you hate me” bucky looked at you, tears rolling down his cheeks and you gave him a soft smile. Your hands caressing his cheek as you wiped away his tears with your thumbs.

“don’t abandon everything over on mistake james, don’t destroy us and everything we’ve worked for just because you made one tiny mistake.” You replied, looking at him before placing your hands back in your lap.

“please james, i know it’s not over yet, we just have to try” you spoke, letting out a soft sigh. “but if you want to, if you feel it’s what’s best for you, then go.” Your voice was shaky and you held back a sob.

Buckys heart fell. You thought he wanted to break up, to leave you. He felt like shit for making you think that’s what he wanted, it was so far from the truth.

“oh doll, i don’t want to” he replied, moving to face you, taking your hands in his and holding them tightly. “I want to wake up next to you and see your smile in the mornings, i want to hold you while we sleep and when we watch movies too late and eat too much popcorn” bucky continued talking, a smile on his face a he spoke.

You laughed a little bit, sniffling softly and slipping a hand out of his to wipe your tears.

“I’m sorry for acting so stupid, I’m realizing now i went about it all wrong and I’m sorry doll” he spoke, wiping away your tears and getting up to get you some tissues. You took them and thanked him softly, blowing your nose before he started talking again.

“i should’ve talked to you and let you know how i feel, instead i jumped to all these conclusions and just assumed how you would feel and-” he sighed as he cut himself off, looking at you before talking again.

“I’m really sorry darling, i hope you can forgive me” bucky spoke softly, you took his hand in yours, squeezing softly and smiling.

“i know how hard it is for you to talk about how you feel james, but if this is going to work you need to be willing to try” your voice was gentle, “i was worried sick these last few days, you didn’t even tell me if you were okay or if you were even alive” you spoke, bucky felt guilt tugging at his heart.

“from here on out, if something is bothering you or if you’re scared or worried about something i want you to tell me, so that we can talk through it and find a way to help” you suggested, a smile on your face as he nodded quietly.

“can i say something?” Bucky mumbled and you nodded, laughing softly. “is it okay- i mean you don’t have to i just” he stopped for a second, thinking before finally putting the words together.

“i would like it if you reassured me that you still care about me, i hope that’s not too much” he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding your eyes. You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around him and holding him tightly.

“that’s not too much lover boy, I’ll be sure to tell you more often” you replied.

Bucky relaxed at your touch, exhausting settling into his body. He yawned and you smiled at him, pulling his softly so that he would lay down.

“i love you so much” you whispered, bucky smiled at you, kissing your forehead softly.

“i love you so much more” he whispered back, his heart felt lighter knowing you weren’t upset with him, that you still loved him just as much.

You felt safer and happier now that bucky was back home with you. You reveled in the way he held you tightly against him, the way he would draw circles with his thumb on your arm to relax you.

The two of you fell asleep not long after, happier and getting more sleep than you had gotten in the last three days.

Bucky was grateful for how patient and understanding you were. He promised himself he would be better at communicating, never again would he hurt you simply because he couldn’t say what he felt.

He kept true to his promise, he was much better at talking of his emotions, even opening up to you about the content of his nightmares.

You kept true to yours, showering him in compliments almost everyday, telling him how much he meant to you and how much you loved him. You enjoyed seeing the way he would blush, his ears going red and cheeks dusted with pink.

Bucky was glad he stayed that night, you were glad he listened to you. He knows if he hadn’t then he would be miserable right now, and he would most definitely not be in the arms of the love of his life, watching your favorite show and eating way too much popcorn for 2:47 am.

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mendespideys · 3 years

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in need of saving | e.y.

pairing: eren yeager x reader

warnings: mentions of fighting, swearing, blood, etc. it’s angsty

summary: eren’s emotions get the best of him and you’re his last hope. based on the line “you’ve been talking with your fists” from when you love someone by james tw.

a/n: this is my first ever drabble/fic/one-shot (whatever you wanna call it) of aot. my husband made me watch it, i became obsessed and now i am here putting my obsession into my writing lol. hope you guys like it. enjoy!

also, to the people following me for marvel/sm content - i’m sorry lol

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it was no secret that eren jaeger was slowly but surely losing it. maybe not losing it, but definitely losing his cool. and a lot more frequently than what everyone had deemed normal for him.

because it was also no secret that eren was known for losing it time and time again. everyone in the 104th cadet corps had seen the green-eyed boy pick a fight more than once - especially with jean. the two of them seemed to bubble with anger just at the sight of one another and no one really knew the real reason why.

whether it was jean using what was definitely eren’s least favorite nickname he had ever gotten (suicidal maniac) or eren making a comment about the redhead being a coward - the two of them could barely get along on a good day.

but, lately, everyone seemed to be getting on eren’s bad side. horse-face was no longer the only insult coming from him and it certainly was not the most cruel one that had slipped past his lips either. eren’s anger - or whatever it was - was no longer only focused jean. he seemed to be taking his feelings out on everyone. everyone except you.

even the captain and the commander had been getting their fair share of snarky comments and attitudes from the titan shifter. while they were undoubtedly unable to hold their ground, eren was definitely crossing lines he shouldn’t have.

and, so, you were forced into your current situation.

“tch,” captain levi pushed himself off the table he had been leaning on. “the brat is out of control. while i have no problem beating the living shit out of him, i doubt more fighting is what he needs.”

hange nodded. “it seems he’s either too tired to heal himself or he chooses not to. his injuries are taking longer and longer to disappear. we have to do something before it’s too late.”

before it’s too late.

you shuddered. the thought of something happening to eren sent a shiver down your spine. worrying about him was like second nature to you and the only one who appeared to understand you was mikasa.

“with all due respect, commander,” armin spoke up, his bright blue eyes studying the room before continuing. “we have all tried. he doesn’t want to listen to any of us. it’s pointless.”

a sigh fell from his lips, as a subconscious hand rubbed his bandaged shoulder. poor armin. even the innocent, genius best friend had been unlucky enough to experience eren’s wrath.

“everyone but y/n.”

your eyes darted toward the mention of your name and you met captain levi’s steady gaze. you cowered under his intense stare, feeling other eyes on you as well. you cleared your throat, feeling a weird sense of pressure in the pit of your stomach.

“i’ve tried, too,” you swallowed thickly, refusing to remember all the times you had tried to talk him. “i- he doesn’t want to listen.”

“you haven’t really tried,” levi remarked. “the brat’s picking fights left and right. every little thing seems to set him off and you are the only one who can get him to stop. y/n, we all see the way he looks at you. eren might be humanity’s last hope, but right now, you’re his.”

your heart was thumping in your chest. you had noticed the difference in eren’s actions toward you as well. the touches that lingered a little bit longer than normal, the longing stares he thought you never noticed, the way his anger practically melted away when his name left your lips...

but to hear someone else confirm it aloud felt weird. foreign. because you had pushed those observations to the back of your mind, desperate not to over-analyze any of them. the two of you were just friends.

a knock on the door startled you out of your messy web of thoughts. the door opened before either one of the superiors could give permission to do so, revealing a timid yet determined sasha. she addressed the whole room, but her brown eyes were on you.

“um, sir, sorry to interrupt, but eren and jean are back at it again and i’m afraid neither one of them is stopping, sir.”

no one seemed to notice the half-eaten potato clutched in her hand - or if they did, they chose not to mention it - as she saluted the captain and commander. you were already practically out of your seat before she could finish and the look from sasha that went unnoticed by everyone else certainly did not go unnoticed by you.

you followed hot on her heels, your gaze fixated on her bobbing ponytail as she scurried through the hallways but your mind totally elsewhere. there was an uneasy feeling bubbling deep inside you and no matter what you told yourself, you couldn’t shake it.

while eren did lack the ability to take control of his emotions and strategically plan out his next moves, his brute strength and impeccable hand-to-hand combat techniques made up for it. therefore, you were more worried about jean than eren, to say the least.

so, to say you were surprised when you entered the field and laid eyes on the two was an understatement. the sight you had imagined and prepared yourself for was nowhere to be seen. instead, the one eren was injuring was himself. by the look of it, there definitely had been a fight between him and jean, but the latter was merely watching connie’s attempts at stopping the brunette.

you came to a halt immediately, unsure of how to process the scene playing out in front of you. a trembling hand mutes a sob, which is now nothing more than a pained whimper as your eyes traveled up and down eren’s body, mentally assessing his injuries.

his nose was definitely bleeding. this wasn’t an unusual sight as it tended to happened a lot during his early experiment stages with hange. but you weren’t prepared for the bruising that was already forming and there was no doubt in your mind that his nose was broken.

his forehead was stained red as well, strands of his growing hair sticking to the sides of his face. it was impossible for you to appraise the extent of the damage as you were unable to determine the origin of the crimson liquid.

everything seemed to happen in slow motion and too fast all at once. at the sight of the your group, connie’s attempts were replaced by captain levi’s with mikasa not far behind. hange made a beeline for jean, who was muttering frustrated nothings while rubbing his jaw.

so eren had gotten a few hits in.

a gentle nudge brought you back, once again, from the dark chaos within your mind. you met armin’s blue orbs, attempting to ignore the pure worry swimming within them. his eyebrows arched as a silent plea and you followed his gaze to where eren was wildly trashing against the captain.

in any other situation, you would have laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. the captain’s height was a frequent talking point among your group and there was no denying how small he looked compared to eren’s towering frame. in any other situation, you also would not have bothered hiding how impressed you were with the captain’s ability to overpower the younger boy.

“y/n-” levi warned, voice strained, as the bloodied boy continued to attempt resisting him.

with a nod (to convince yourself or as a response to levi, you were unsure), your unsteady legs carried you toward the two of them. eren’s eyes were wild with determination, his nostrils flaring with anger. but you quickly realized when walking closer that there were a dozen other emotions pooling within his emerald orbs.

“eren,” his name fell from your mouth with ease. skillfully, you maneuvered your hand around his flailing limbs, placing your palm on his swollen cheek. “eren, it’s okay. hey - stop, it’s okay, i’m here.”

it was as if a boulder had fallen off his shoulders. his actions halted immediately and his entire body relaxed at the sound of your voice. you wouldn’t have believed the effect you had on him if you hadn’t just witnessed it. levi reluctantly let go of eren, still on stand-by in case the boy would try anything.

“y/n,” your name fell from his lips just as easily, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

and just like that, he crumbled underneath your touch. you fell to the ground with him, ignoring the pain as your knees came in contact with the hardened dirt beneath you. bringing your other hand up as well, you trapped his face, forcing him to meet your gaze.

he didn’t try to look anywhere else. he couldn’t. the pained look he was giving you was almost too much and you resisted the urge to look away. his bottom lip was trembling, the slit in it leaking blood with every movement. you found yourself having to withstand the yearning to kiss the pain away.

“eren, what’s going on with you?” you tried to maintain a steady voice but there was no doubt that everybody could pick up on the worry behind every word. “this is- you can’t keep doing this. you have done nothing but talk with your fists and you need to stop. you can’t go picking fights with everybody over the smallest things.”

eren didn’t respond. the mixture of dirt and blood - both dried and fresh - and the threat of nightfall made it hard to see, but the violent jerks of his body made it obvious: he was crying. your own tears fell as well as sob after sob raked through his body.

“i can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,” you swallowed down your own cries, your mind focused on nothing but helping the heartbroken boy in your arms. “eren, i need you to talk to me. please?”

“w-why? you shouldn’t- i’m a monster. a stupid good-for-nothing bastard. you- why do you want to help me?”

anger coursed through your veins. you wanted to beat the living shit out of whoever had made him feel this way about himself. they had absolutely no right. eren’s cries echoed in the twilight. you didn’t check if your comrades were still an audience. frankly, you didn’t care.

“you want to know why? because you’re human. because you have the abilities you have. because i truly believe you’re one of humanity’s last hopes. because you deserve to have someone believe in you the way you believe in saving all of us,” you inhaled deeply, overcome with emotion. “because i love you.”

eren’s sobs stopped just like that; as if they had an off button that you just pushed. the momentary silence - which felt way longer than you would ever admit - was broken by a sound somewhere between a shaky sigh and a surprised gasp coming from eren.

you couldn’t bring yourself to regret your confession. you didn’t feel an ounce of remorse and definitely not any embarrassment. maybe it was due to eren also showing vulnerability or maybe it was because you had practiced said confession more than once.

you didn’t care. he knew. he knew now and that was all that mattered.

his eyes searched your face. you weren’t sure for what, but you assumed for a sign of wether or not you were speaking the truth. your features held nothing but earnest as you returned his analyzing stare and it seemed to satisfy his silent investigation.

“i feel- it’s too much. too much pressure. i don’t know what i’m doing anymore. i’m not- there has to be someone else. i-i can’t do it... so many people. they’re all dead because of me. i’m not strong enough to-”

the last drops of self-control you had were eliminated by his proclamation. while it might have been difficult to comprehend for some, you had understood every word and with each broken sentence, your heart ached more and more.

eren’s disjointed admissions were halted by your lips on his. you didn’t know where your newfound confidence had come from but you were grateful for its presence. his lips molded against yours almost instantly - so effortlessly.

you ignored the taste of iron just as eren ignored the stinging from the cut on his lip. while the kiss was nowhere near being sexual, it was definitely more than just a peck. your lips moved together in pain and understand and love and relief.

unwillingly, you pulled away. suddenly aware that you more than likely still had an audience, the fresh evening air felt good against your flushed cheeks. the two of you remained silent, attempting to revert your breathing patterns back to normal.

eren rested his forehead against yours. you were sure sasha could practically hear the way your heart was stammering in your chest. and if not, eren definitely could. with each thump, your chest tightened and you were sure that if human bodies had not been designed with rib cages, your heart would have been long gone.

your thumb caressed his cheek, his fresh tears smearing with the dried crimson in the process. a gust of wind took ahold of the few pieces of hair framing your face. eren gingerly grabbed the loose strands, tucking them behind your ear. he had done so countless times before, but something just felt different this time around.

“i love you, too,” he whispered, the previous insecurities long gone from his voice. he had never spoken truer words.

you smiled. “let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? and i think you might owe someone an apology.”

eren’s limbs ached and although he didn’t want to admit to that, his body betrayed him. he had just barely stood back up when his trembling legs buckled. he prepared to meet the cold ground and the pain that would ensue, but a pair of hands caught him before it happened.

you were just as surprised as eren appeared to be as levi attempted to steady him. it seemed the captain hadn’t ventured far. hyper aware that he probably had heard every word shared between you and eren, you didn’t dare meet his eyes.

you sprung into action immediately, moving to eren’s other side. he winced as you navigated his arm around your shoulders, causing you to sputter out apologies while doing so. captain levi’s amusement didn’t go unnoticed by you or eren, but neither of you decided to comment on it.

with you and captain levi both being significantly shorter than eren, supporting his weight was easier said than done. after some trial and error, though, the three of you were able to move almost seamlessly.

eren’s strength was wavering by the second, you could tell, but he had enough left to come to a halt when you neared his most recent victim. you met jean’s eyes, hoping he could sense how apologetic you were. he confirmed with a nod then turned his attention to the boy who seemed to be getting heavier and heavier in your arms.

“i’m sorry, jean, i-i honestly don’t even know... i’m sorry.”

“what? no ‘horse-face’?” the redhead chuckled, almost sadly. you realized that they had already cleaned him up. “don’t worry about it, eren. you did more damage to yourself than me anyway.”

jean placed a hand on eren’s arm that was thrown over your shoulder. the interaction was brief but seemed to mean a lot to the both of them. then, they nodded and jean walked back toward the remainder of the group. sasha and connie were both saying words to him that you couldn't hear.

you could feel the distressed stares that armin and mikasa were both sending in your direction. you gave them a nod, promising that their childhood friend was okay. he would be, at least. you had already made it your mission to ensure it.

as you and captain levi hauled eren toward his dorm, the severity of the situation began feeling heavy on your shoulders. eren had definitely broken more than a few rules and you were sure captain levi would make sure he was punished for his insubordination.

you weren’t entirely sure you would be off the hook either. sure, you hadn’t broken rules or gone against direct orders, but you hadn’t exactly abided either. captain levi could easily find a reason for why you should receive punishment as well and no one would even question it.

captain levi’s steel eyes followed your every move as you opened the door to eren’s room, you could feel it. it didn’t feel like his typical burning glare but you couldn’t quite place your finger on the emotion behind the action either.

as if sensing your thoughts that were now moving a hundred miles a minute, a groan came from eren. you watched them both quietly as captain levi managed to plop eren down on the chair you had placed next to the bath. another groan escaped the green-eyed boy and you could tell he was exhausted and in pain.

“captain, i’m-”

“tch. save it, brat. we have all been there and if they haven’t, they will. i’m surprised it took you this long. you’re a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for, kid,” levi interrupted, turning his attention toward you. “y/n, i trust you’ll take good care of humanity’s last hope. i’ll see the both of you at breakfast tomorrow morning.”

“i- yes, sir.”

captain levi left without another word, leaving you and eren alone for the first time all day. you suddenly felt hesitant, unsure of what to do next. eren’s grunts of frustration filled the silent room as he began - well, tried to anyway - removing his tunic.

you swatted his hands away gently, removing the article of clothing with ease. you had seen eren’s bare body before but you were still just as awestruck. this time, though, his skin was littered with scrapes, cuts and bruises of almost every color imaginable. you swallowed the urge to yell at him.

the silence continued as you washed his body ever-so-gently. once you had been able to get him into the tub, that is. more than once, you had to momentarily stop your actions to check if eren had either fallen asleep or passed out.

every time, his eyelids would flutter open instinctively, as if missing the warmth of your touch the second it disappeared. his green eyes would widen until they landed on you and he would relax, his lids falling shut once again.

the silence wasn’t uncomfortable; it was filled with unspoken words of gratitude and affection. the two of you enjoyed it to the fullest - maybe even a little too much. reluctantly, you stopped running your fingers through his brown locks that never seemed to stop growing.

eren didn’t protest when you told him it was time to get out despite how much he wanted to. he also didn’t protest and tried his best to help when you began putting a change of clothes on him. he didn’t protest when you whispered it was time for bed, either.

he did protest when you attempted to take your leave, however.

“stay,” it was a soft plea that pulled on your heartstrings. “please?”

and, so, you climbed into bed with him without hesitation. he nuzzled into the crook of your neck so quickly that it seemed like second-nature to him and was asleep within minutes, his soft snores the only sound within range.

well, you had definitely broken rules now. but you decided that eren sleeping next to you was more than worth whatever form of discipline captain levi could ever devise. you would handle whatever it was with pride if it meant you could stay like this forever.

/ / / / /

ok, um, this didn’t exactly go where i had envisioned it to but i’m not really mad? idk. i had to put some levi x eren in there bc i live for their mentor/mentee relationship. if you made it this far, please send me some asks and let me know what you thought 🥺

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sereinegemini · 3 years

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Congrats on 700 followers!! That’s amazing!!

🍁 lovely lines // send me a fic you’ve written and i’ll share my favorite quote from it

For this James fic please!! :)

thank you honey!! 🧡

Adored

favorite line: “The way you stand. The way your fingers fit between his. The way your nose crinkles when you think too hard. Those were James’ truths.”

note: “Those were James’ truths.” i don’t know why but that line—its beauty and strength—just hit me so hard. it’s so simple and yet i can’t ignore that it made me feel something. all together, this fic was beautiful and it felt like a warm hug just imagining everything you described. thank you sm for writing it and sharing it with me hon

abby’s 700 sleepover

#cupid 🤍#abby’s 700 sleepover 🤍#abby’s asks #lovely lines

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ughgclden · 3 years

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Hello Bee! Congrats on 900! You deserve it sm!! Could I get a 🍰 for either Neil Perry or James Potter pls? (You choose! :))

You already know a bit about me but I’ll just summarize myself again for ya! I’m very shy when meeting new people, but I’m very more outgoing with people I know. I’m a very kind individual, and won’t hesitate to help someone out if I can. Social anxiety in some situations. (Ex: I can order in a restaurant, but phone calls?? God no.) I love traveling to new places. Winter is my favorite season. Love going out wether it’s the mall or beach. Idk if I should include this or not, but I also have Crohn’s disease, but I don’t let it define me, and I’m actually in remission!! I do my best to push anything (other medical issues) to the side, but being chronically ill gets the best of me, yk? I try not to dwell on anything, and live a normal life.

Tysm in advance and congrats again!! <3 🎉

hi sydney!!! thank u sm omg you’re too sweet - ofc!!! i can’t decide,, so i’ll do both for you <3 so sorry this took so long!!

it was at a performance of a midsummer night's dream that you first became aware of neil perry.

you and a few friends had decided to go along on it's opening night, with the hopes of having a nice few hours watching a great performance. you'd gotten some seats a few rows from the front, a perfect view of the stage and it's set. as the lights went down and a figure made their way onto the stage, your breath caught in your throat. you certainly weren't expecting the boy playing puck to be so... beautiful, for lack of a better word. and even putting his good looks aside, the way he seemed to come alive on the stage was captivating; you couldn't remove your eyes from him the entire production. he seemed to notice you too, his eyes meeting yours as he delivered his final soliloquy to the audience. there was something about him that stuck in your mind, and you knew you would not be forgetting him any time soon. when you get home, you find your mind wandering to neil and his beautiful brown eyes, despite never having spoken a word to him.

a few days had passed, and you were wandering around the mall when you locked eyes with a very familiar face. how could you forget him? he smiled as he noticed you, muttering something to his friends before coming over to you with a friendly demeanour.

"hi." he breathed.

"hello." you responded, cheery expression on your face.

"i don't believe i got to introduce myself after the play. uh, i'm neil perry. look, this is out of nowhere and i totally understand if you say no, but could i possibly take you out on a date sometime?"

and with such an adorable expression on his face, you could hardly refuse.

when you met once again, he took you to the beach as the sun was starting to go down, painting the sky in hues of red and purple. he lay a blanket on the sand where you sat, head on his shoulder as you marvelled at the sky. you exchanged conversation, loving every new fact you found out about him.

winter had yet again graced hogwarts when you and james first properly crossed paths.

the snow was falling gently, catching in your hair and lashes as you wandered through the courtyard. being your favourite season, it would be wrong to not appreciate the beauty of the colder months. you’re in your own little world when a snowball collides with your back, making you whirl around to find the culprit. standing there with his mouth agape in shock was james potter.

he rushes towards you, already apologising and brushing the snow from your coat, hurriedly explaining he was trying to hit sirius ‘but the bloody bastard hid from me, and my glasses are covered in snow so i just went for your blurry figure, oh god i'm so sorry sydney.' you're a bit taken aback; after all, it was only a snowball and hardly hurt you, but james' hand was still on your back and he was looking at you for confirmation that you were okay. you were slightly nervous under his touch, but nodded with a small smile, assuring him you were fine and not to worry about it. he insisted he needs to make it up to you, offering to take you to hogsmeade at the weekend so he could buy you a butterbeer. it was definitely only to an apology for hitting you with a snowball, and not because he thought you were insanely gorgeous. not at all.

when you meet again at the weekend, the tip of his nose and ears red with the cold and an excited smile on his face you can't help but feel your heart flutter. his gryffindor scarf was wrapped tightly around his neck, some matching maroon gloves adorning his large hands that took yours almost instantly.

it was a perfect day; james was nothing short of a gentleman, buying you anything you expressed interest in and offering to order for you at the three broomsticks. he even placed his hat atop your head when he saw the tops of your ears turning red with the cold. and if you shared a kiss under a mistletoe hanging above a doorway, nobody would need to know.. <3

again. im horribly sorry about how long this took - brain went brrr - but here u go bestie!!! i hope you like it!!! <33

#ughgclden's 900 follower celebration

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spxllcxstxr · 3 years

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WAAAAHH congratulations on 300, jac ! you deserve it and more, mwah. may i ask for a ship from the golden trio and marauders era if it isn’t a hassle? thank you <3

my name is miliane but i go by liane. (she/her). i’m a 5’4, ravenclaw, bisexual, brown eyes, brown hair, morena skin, who loves anything art-related, astronomy, reading books, binge watching, music, styling my clothes (i’m stuck between kidcore, y2k, cottagecore and indie) and eating food (more than necessary). i’m a sarcastic twat who’s often misunderstood bc it’s basically my mother tongue, but i’m a nice person. INFP-T. and when it comes to relationships, i would love a guy who’s gonna be willing to put up with my impulsive bs sometimes lol, like sneaking out in the middle of the night to eat at the kitchens, watch movies together and dance like we’re the only ones left. he wouldn’t force anything out of me til he and i know that i’m ready. and i would rlly love if he would give me one or two of his hoodies, and he would spray them with his cologne bc he knows that i love the way he smells, and maybe sneak in a small note for me to read in the pockets. i love forehead and nose kisses, i’m a goner for those. pet names are one of my weaknesses, (love, lovely, darling, babe, baby)— and i’m yours. i’m not much of an affectionate person as i didn’t have much of it during my childhood, so simple handholding and hugs would make me a bit flustered and awkward but very much appreciated. (PFT- i just copy and paste this whenever i see a ship post <3)

Ahhhh thank you sm!!! ❤️🥺 (ships under the cut)

Celebration

Can I just say, “I’m a sarcastic twat who’s often misunderstood because it’s basically my mother tongue but I’m a nice person” is 1) an amazing sentence and 2) makes me fully believe you were made for these two

I ship you with: James Potter

James is such an impulsive guy

So hell yeah you’re going to be sucked into his shenanigans

He’s going to pick you up at your common room

Midnight

And bring you to the kitchens

But like, under the invisibility cloak (and you are 100% riding on his back)

Of course you can help pull pranks with him and the Marauders

“You’re brilliant love! Those snakes won’t know what hit ‘em!”

James totally loves dancing to music

At random times of the day

LATE NIGHT DANCE PARTY IN THE DORMS

Hope you like the Beatles

Because that’s the only band he religiously listens to

All his clothes are also yours

He will actually die when you show up wearing his quidditch jerseys

Seeing POTTER across your back

Kills him

“It pains me to admit this, love, but you look better in my own clothes than I do.”

James is big on touch

So like constant hand holding

You’ll be studying or reading and his head will rest on your thighs

Loves playing with your hair

You should play with his hair too

Tucks your hair behind your ear

At the same time he’ll kiss your forehead

James potter looks at you like you’re his whole world

And it’s so obvious

He actually stutters around you

He’s big on saying I love you, so be prepared to hear it like 24/7

Tosses you notes across the classroom with just little hearts doodles all over them

Many many many cuddles

I ship you with: George Weasley

You and the Weasley twins and Lee are like the three musketeers if there were four of you

You are George together is just absolute chaos

George loves breaking into the Ravenclaw tower, but he usually flies his broom all the way up their

“Babe, the door hates me, so now we gotta take the long way down.”

He is going to wink at you across every single room

Insufferable

But you love the tall gremlin, don’t you

He almost never calls you by your real name anymore

Usually it’s babe or baby

But sometimes

He just calls you something crazy that can range from

Honey bunches (said with the most amount of sarcasm)

To hot piece of cave troll

Don’t ask me why, I just get that vibe from him

Not only do you get your own Weasley jumper in your favorite colors

But George gives you his of course, I feel like he smells like cinnamon and gunpowder

And that’s exactly what his clothes smell like

Your spot is 100% the top of the astronomy tower

In the middle of the night

Cuddled up never the edge

His fingers rub circles across your knuckles

For some reason he’s big on kissing your knuckles

Like a Victorian gentleman

George only knows Wizard artists, so please for the love of Merlin introduce him to Muggle artists

He’s more into like grunge/alt

But he trusts your judgment

He totally knows how to braid hair because of Ginny

So he loves doing new things with your hair

Putting flowers all over that he picked from near the black lake

“Look so pretty, baby.”

Cuddles cuddles cuddles cuddles

You basically live in his dorm room

Everyone is so jealous of your relationship

Because you two are the CUTEST

I hope you like your ships, and thank you so much once again ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#spxllcxstxr 300 followers

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rosesfromcth · 5 years

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Spill Your Guts. SM

Summary/AN: So I spent tonight watching clips from the late late show with James Corden and the up next videos ended up always showing me the segment ‘Spill your guts or fill your guts’ and that got me thinking about how Shawn Mendes would do on the show and how I would do if I would ever end up on the show if I were famous and it gave me an idea for a fic so here we are.

Pairing: Shawn Mendes and Famous!Reader

Word count:3.4K

#queen of the run on sentence.

This was not your first time being on The Late Late Show. It was probably one of your favorite late show to go on, you always had so much fun with James. You typically would go on with people that you were promoting other projects with to normally just talk. You’d never really done any of the game segments.

However, tonight you were playing a game with a bunch of other celebrities you had not yet met. IT was the worst possible game for you to play as well. It was Spill your Guts or Fill your Guts. For starters, you have always had a very sensitive stomach and you had a very big problem with most textures when it came to food. But you also had never met these people and you didn’t want to make them have ti eat these foods because you hated hurting foods and you also hated having to ask them compromising questions. You could only hope that James would be your teammate for the night because you felt somewhat comfortable around him.

It was 5 minutes till your segment and you’d just been introduced to one of the other guests, Sabrina Carpenter. You have been a fan of her music for the longest time, so it was pretty exciting to meet her. The two of you were chatting when one of the crew members walks up and says that the last guest is running just a few minutes late but should be there any second.

It was just as you were about to go on when the third and final guest finally arrived. You were surprised to see it was Shawn Mendes. This was kind of surprising for a few reasons, He was your ‘celebrity crush’ and the last time you had been on the show James had asked you about who your celebrity crush was and of course you had told him and now of course he was here. You actually are so embarrassed by this that you pretend that you have a preshow routine to do quickly before you go on stage when Sabrina says she is going to go say hello. You are then told you it’s time to go on stage.

“Ladies and Gentleman, it is time for our next segment, I’d like a warm welcome for our incoming guest. Shawn Mendes, Sabrina Carpenter and Y/Full/Name!” James announces and you all rush on.

James stands to greet each of you and gives you a hug before you sit down at the rotating table of disgusting foods.

“I am so excited to have each of you here tonight, now have you all had a chance to get acquainted?” He asks as you each settle in.

“Y/N and I actually just met tonight for the first time and we had a few minutes beforehand to chat. I am quite a fan so I was a little star struck when I was told she would be here tonight,” Sabrina giggles. “But Shawn and I have known each other for a while and I always love to see him when we get the chance.”

“Sabrina and I have, um well, we’ve actually even discussed collaborating before on a song but have never had the chance.” Shawn smiles. “But I’ve never met Y/N before. I was running late tonight so I actually didn’t even get to introduce myself before we came out here. Hi Y/N, nice to meet you. I am Shawn Mendes.”

The crowd erupts in laughter and you laugh alongside them before smiling at him and offering your hand in a handshake.

“Well, isn’t that nice? Shawn, did you know that the last time Y/N was on this show she actually told me-“ You cut James off before he has a chance to out you.

“That I am a huge fan of yours. Yeah I love your music. Anyways. James, can you tell me more about the gross foods we have to choose from?” The crowd seems to get a kick out of this because it seems they all know your little secret but Shawn doesn’t show any hint on his face of knowing what you’re hiding.

James just smirks at you before listing each of the foods.

“So I figured the teams would be Sabrina and Shawn because both of their names start with an S and Then I figured Y/N and I would be together on a team. The rules of the game are that you don’t have to answer whatever question you are asked but if you don’t you and your teammate have to eat whatever food the opposing team had chosen for you.” James explains and you all nod in understanding.

“I think this will be a very fun game tonight. actually, because I know how uncomfortable Y/N gets and how awkward she is but also that she is the nicest, most polite person I know tied alongside Shawn.” James laughs and so does the audience yet again.

You are the first to ask a question and you are told to ask Sabrina the first question in your deck. You let James pick the food that she will have to eat if she doesn’t answer. He chooses Turkey Testes.

“Oh no,” You say as you pick up the card. “I feel so bad even asking this question. Like I don’t want to put you in a hard spot.”

From besides you, James chuckles and awhs at your reaction to the question in your hands.

“Okay, ahh. Sabrina, you were on the popular Disney Channel reboot of Boy Meets World titled Girl Meets World-I have to admit I was a huge fan of that show- Who was your least favorite person in that cast to work with?” You sputter out. You can feel your cheeks grow red.

“Y/N, this isn’t even something you have to answer or risk eating a gross food for and you’re this flustered, my god!” James cries.

“Erh, Shawn, I don’t know that I can answer that. I loved everyone one that set, ahhh.”

“It’s not that you don’t like them, it’s that they were your least favorite.” James reminds her.

“Sabrina, I can eat Turkey Balls for you. You don’t have to answer that if you’ll get in trouble.” Shawn tells her.

“Um, my least favorite person on that set, oh gosh. I-I can’t.” She says as she grabs one of the Items and throws it into her mouth, gagging slightly as she does so. Shawn follows her lead and throws it straight back. They both hew for a moment and start laughing as they do so until they swallow.

Sabrina then moves on to asking James a question, which was very similar to many questions he gets, was about who the worst singer he did Carpool Karaoke with was.

“James, don’t answer, please. Don’t. I can, ugh, I can drink this Sardine Smoothie.” You protest. “Or say, I was the worst if I was, I can handle it.”

He looks at you for a second. “I’m so sorry, I can’t say that because it wouldn’t be true. But I can’t tell you who the worst was either. Sorry, Y/N, bottoms up.”

Both of you grab a glass and take a chug of the thick liquid. You plug your nose as you do so to try and hide of some of the taste. It it’s chunky and thick and just disgusting. You try and down it but end up gagging and having to spit it out.

“Well, I definitely do not feel super attractive after that.” You announce as you take a big gulp of water and use your napkin to wipe your face and to that everyone laughs.

James asks Shawn a question which he actually doesn’t end up answering. James then tells Shawn to grab a card to ask you a question and tells them to select a food for you to eat but tell them to go easy on you with the food because of how flustered you are already which of course makes you blush harder.

“Y/N, since we are looking to stir up some drama onstage tonight, can you list five Shawn Mendes songs, five of my songs?” He smiles at you and for a second you have to ask him to repeat because just looking at his smile breaks you for a seconds “Or you can drink some pickle juice.”

“Wow they really went easy on me tonight. When I said I was a fan earlier, I wasn’t lying to either of you about being a fan. But okay, five songs. Um, there’s Life of the Party. Which oddly enough was really the first song that got me into your music. Back when you were touring with Austin Mahone, my friend who was a huge Mahonie, I believe is the fandom name, had a group of us go the concert near our hometown for her birthday. And we both fangirled so hard over you at that concert. Okay so life of the party was like your big song at the time and oof, we loved it. Okay, one down, four to go. When you’re ready, Lights on, Roses and then, um, Falling all in you is another of my favorites.” You could feel yourself rambling so as soon as you said the last one you cut yourself off.

You picked up the glass of pickle juice and thought about how as a kid you used to drink it straight up.

“The funny thing is, I used to love pickle juice, I could drink it by the jar. And I’ve heard it’s a pretty good hangover remedy. As a kid, I would beg my parents to let me drink it and they would usually indulge me a bit but never let me drink a lot because they said I would get a tummy ache.” You brought the glass to your mouth and took a sip, sighing at how good it tasted to you. It was probably the weirdest food you enjoyed. You quickly finished the drink as everyone laughed at you. James was a bit in awe because he didn’t expect it considering how you had a weak stomach and were gagging at most of the foods as they passed you on the table. Shawn and Sabrina both picked up glasses as well and raised their glasses to you before taking a sip. Sabrina also finished her glass off, but Shawn’s face quickly puckered and he set the glass back down.

“Wow, I’ve never seen all of the guests try a food when none of them had to. She answered the question. You two aren’t even on her team!” James exclaimed as the audience quieted down.

It is then your turn to ask Sabrina another question and this time she is able to answer. She continues the game by asking James about which celebrity has been the worst behaved on his show and he jokingly answers that it was Harry Styles but then refuses to answer seriously so you end up drinking bird saliva, which again, you are unable to swallow.

“Shawn Mendes, my question for you has to do with both of the young and talented women we have here with us tonight.” James turns and smirks at you and you can feel the heat rise to your cheeks. What is he doing? “My question, and you cannot go wrong with your answer because both of these women are beautiful and funny and kind, is who would you most likely date out of your co-guests tonight?”

If James hadn’t embarrassed you enough at this point, he winks at you and nudges your shoulder. Shawn has to have some clue at this point.

He’s going to choose Sabrina. She is a strong and successful woman, not to mention she is just so cute and funny. Hell, if you were him you’d choose her. Besides, they are already friends and he knows her unlike you.

Sabrina is grinning at Shawn, even she knows he’ll choose her. This is embarrassing. “C’mon Shawn, tell her.” Then she grins directly at James and winks. That’s when you notice that Shawn’s cheeks are possibly just as red as yours must be.

“Well, I would have to admit that Y/N is probably who I would choose since she’s been my celebrity crush for quite some time.” He awkwardly chuckles and then sneaks a glance at you and you awkwardly look away.

It makes sense, you’d been set up completely and you can feel a grin grow on your face.

“Wow, isn’t that interesting, Y/N, last time you were here you were actually telling all of us about how Shawn Mendes, who is sitting right there and just confessed that he would like to take you on a date, is your biggest celebrity crush.” James feigns shock and you see Shawn’s mouth curl up into a smile that matches your own as James spills the beans.

Shawn then asks you your last question of the night, both of you sending each other shy glances and smiling softly as James closes the show.

Sabrina and you walk off the stage together one the cameras stop filming. You exchange phone numbers and make plans to meet up for coffee sometime soon. James and Shawn stay at their spots for a moment while you converse with Sabrina. One of the crew members walked over and offers you each a disposable tooth brush and a mini tube of toothpaste. Sabrina leads you to her dressing room where you continue to chat and brush your teeth of the gross aftertaste that is lingering in your mouth from the game.

When you walk back out to the set, she says goodbye to you and walks with you to Shawn and James. Sabrina gives Shawn a quick hug and then pulls James to the side to talk to him, James winks at you before walking away.

“We were really set up, weren’t we?” You giggle, breaking the ice.

“Yeah, I’d mentioned it to Sabrina a while ago that I thought you were cute and she must’ve told James at some point and then the orchestrated this.” He laughs with you.

“I had no idea you would be here tonight, to be honest, it really threw me off. But I was happy I got to meet you, if nothing else.”

“Yeah, yeah me too.” He agrees and you both say goodbye.

It’s as you are gathering your items out of your dressing room that you notice the presence of the tall singer.

“Hey Shawn, what’s up?” You turn to look at the singer.

“So, about tonight, I actually would love to get to know you a little bit better and maybe take you on a date?” Shawn asks.

It takes you a second to realize what he is asking and that this is reality, not a dream. When you finally realize that you had yet to respond, you give him your full attention and stop packing your bag up.

“I would love that.”

After that night, the two of you went on three dates before he asked you to become his girlfriend. You kept your relationship fairly quiet for a while, telling everyone you were really good friends. You ended up announcing it officially six months later when you went back to The Late Late Show. James took all credit and pretended to be shocked just like when he first heard about Shawn’s crush on the show that first night. The both of you had actually told James fairly quickly after you got together. James continued to talk about how he would be taking credit for getting you together and decided he had to call Sabrina Carpenter on air to tell her the news. This led to him explaining to the audience his plan that he and Sabrina had created to get the two of you together. She had seen the episode when it first aired of you telling James about your crush and had decided she had to get you two together if it was possible. To this day whenever, you or Shawn are on the show he brings up his matchmaker status. “100 percent matching success.” He will brag.

Now, two years later, you are seated back at the table with disgusting food surrounded by Harry Styles and Steve Carrell. The two Europeans, Harry and James are on a team and you are paired with Steve. James has yet to brag about being the reason behind your relationship. Which is odd, because anytime you see him, that’s typically the first thing he will say.

The questions had been fairly easy so far and the only weird food you’d had to consume was pickle juice yet again.

“Y/N. The last question of the night goes to you,” James looks at you. “The first time we played this game, I was able to set you up with your boyfriend of two years, Shawn Mendes. By the way, if anyone needs a significant other, come to me. 100 percent of the couples I have set up are still together.” He tells the audience. They laugh as you correct him telling them you are the only couple he has set up.

He is quick to shush you. “My question for you actually doesn’t come from my crew. My question is very special. Your boyfriend, Shawn Mendes, wants to know if you will do him the honors of marrying him.”

You gasp as he says this thinking it’s a joke but then the crowd erupts into cheers and both Steve and Harry are clapping and staring behind you. You turn around and are greeted by the smiling face of your boyfriend.

“Hi.” You whisper to him, “is this real?”

“Y/N, We met exactly two years ago on this stage. I figured this might be the perfect way to do this. I’ve known I wanted to do this since our first date. And with the help of our friends, James and Sabrina, I am able to do this in what I hope is the right way.” Shawn explains.

“I love you with my whole heart, you are the kindest and most beautiful person I know. I want to make you laugh every day for the rest of our lives and kiss you whenever I want. I love how generous and selfless you are, especially with both your fans and mine. I will never understand how I got so lucky to have you in my life and I will spend every day trying to do what I can to deserve you and your love. You make me a better person and a better artist. I hope I get to wake up next to you every day and fall asleep with you in my arms every night for the rest of our lives. So my question for you, is will you marry me? Remember, if you say no there is a cow tongue on that table for you to eat?” He is now kneeling on the ground in front of you. He has the ring box in one hand and your hand is in his other hand.

“Yes.” You whisper.

“Yes?’ He asks, smiling at you in disbelief.

“Yes!” You exclaim and he slips the ring on your left ring finger. You collapse onto the ground so you are at the same height as him and wrap both arms around his neck, pulling him into you. He pulls away after being content with how long he’s been able to hug you and kisses you. Then he jumps up and fist bumps the air.

“She said yes!” He yells and jumps around. He is such a dork, but you know exactly how he’s feeling because you feel the same. You laugh as you stand up next to him and wrap your arms around his waist again and he presses a kiss to your forehead pulling you as close to his chest as possible.

James then comes over and congrats you before announcing a special guest. Sabrina Carpenter walks onto stage and announces she’ll be singing a new song that she just recently finished writing with Shawn title “Marry Her One Day.”

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( ludovico tersigni + 22 + muse 59 ) isn’t that apollo amoretto over there? i heard HE joined faction: nomads after they got back to west ham. it’s funny, ‘cause they were only on the service trip to terrorize his peers. hopefully they fit in there – they’re ADROIT, but also INDELICATE. oh, i’m sure they’ll be fine. ( james, she/they, 20, EST )

okay hi i’m james and this is my baby apollo, who is actually a brand new spankin’ muse of mine so !! we’ll see how this goes b/c i’ve literally never rp’d him before !! and i’ll b frank. his background is inspired by logan in veronica mars. sue me. actually don’t i’m already in college debt but sudfjkfg PLEATHE plot w/ him. leave a like. two likes. that’s not even possible. i may change his fc in the future b/c like ... i’m currently making his gif icons as i go and to b frank ,,, it’s rly hard sdjfkgh but i love him. so we’ll see. sdjnfkmgh

TRIGGER WARNING - DEATH, MURDER, MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

a e s t h e t i c s

fingers across keyboards and piano keys, m&m’s scattered, vintage gaming consoles and tangled wires, worn vans and broken skateboards, banging of drums and splintering drumsticks, deep rhythms beating with your heart, the hum of a hefty computer and the buzz of a monitor, green text against black screens, unruly hair unkempt, flannels filling closets, bloody baseball bats, posters lining up and down walls, loud punk music shaking the walls, glares and whispers, the suffocation that comes with loneliness, pills rattling in their bottles, unmade beds.

general info !!

full name: apollo casimir amoretto

nickname(s): caz, polly, lover boy, 2000 (b/c of his screen names lmaoo)

b.o.d. - january 31st, aquarius boi

label(s): the escapist, the hellion, the insurgent, the netizen, etc. etc.

height: hitting 6′0″

hometown: west ham, kansas !

sexuality: bi...? fucking. it’s pride month ofc he’s bi.

his stats are TBD but his pinterest is HERE !

biography !!

cristian amoretto and camilla silvestri had a romance that could be described turbulent at best, and down right explosive at worst

cristian, a native italian actor whose career began before he could walk, and camilla, the daughter of two italian immigrants with big dreams in a small town, met on the set of a coffee shop. their love story began quickly, dating within only a few months of knowing each other and engaged before the year was up

camilla walked down the aisle 6 months pregnant with lil’ baby apollo, who was then born in west ham, kansas, aka the town that camilla’s family had settled in

was raised primarily by his mother and grandparents! his father was often off shooting movies, leaving camilla to take on the role of stay-at-home mom despite her own dreams of making it big as an actress

apollo grew up as a huge momma’s boy -- i mean, god, he just really loved this mother, y’know? his relationship with his father was much rockier because of his ... lack of being around.

when his grandparents died around the age of eight, that’s when things got...worse. it felt as if camilla’s parents were the only barrier between camilla and cristian’s budding wrath.

it became more apparent that cristian was not meant for the family life, his anger quick and his fists quicker, stinging words and venomous glares. a control freak who couldn’t handle camilla being an independent woman.

this wasn’t apparent to the neighbors, or much of the town in general, because the amorettos were such a prominent family up in their mini-mansion in oak ridge -- it was hard to imagine that their life was anything but exquisite and dreamlike.

this was, of course, up until camilla filed for divorce and a restraining order in the same day, face bruised and nearly unrecognizable. she, obviously, got custody of apollo.

at this point in time, apollo was fourteen and...pretty stoked for them to get away from his father. they holed up in southside and life continued as normal. for the time being. gossip swarmed apollo at school surrounding the circumstance which was annoying, to say the least. it led to him becoming withdrawn from the other students, not getting the whole ... gossip appeal.

in hindsight, they should’ve moved out of west ham. death threats in the form of letters and the eerie feeling of eyes constantly being on them came to a halt on apollo’s graduation day: the day that his father also, coincidentally, murdered his mother.

for making me miss out on years of my son’s life, was cristian’s excuse as he was escorted from the bloody crime scene at their apartment and into the police car.

obviously, cristian was convicted and sentenced to prison. apollo still has dreams about testifying in court against his father.

and then apollo became known not as the son of two celebrities, but the son of a murderer. total bummer !

became even more withdrawn and almost dropped out of college a few good times! the only thing that kept him rooted to west ham was his band.

and now he can’t leave, and he’s surrounded by people who all look at him weird and he feels like they’re all expecting him to be like his father, and he’s not, but god -- when people expect you to be one way, it’s so hard to act otherwise. it’s just not a good time !

pretty much why he went on the service trip tbh ... like, y’know ... if ppl want to believe that he’s just as bad as his dad then damn ! he was gonna wreck sm havoc on the trip, just being an absolute nuisance.

personality !!

his main focuses are computers / video games, drums / his band, and like ... skating ... vaping ... gamer things, y’know.

from a young age he’d always been very fascinated by video games, and being the Rich Boi (tm) that he was, ended up with a whole lot of them to play, on a whole bunch of consoles.

but like ... he’s a PC guy :/ he may have a super rare nintendo 64 console or two but nothing can beat his dual-monitor set up with his hand-build computer !

he also got real into hacking, y’know, just small things like watching security cameras in different cities and occasionally changing his grades b/c like ... who wouldn’t ? also ... cheated in dark souls. fucking loser.

his favorite games to play were always multiplayer games online like WoW and overwatch so !! he’s pretty fucking mad he can’t play them anymore. like. so mad. genuinely furious. he’s been trying to hack his way into like ... wifi or something dumb, ever since they got stranded in new west ham, but he’s had no luck !

he joined a band in high school because he was angsty and young, and like, turned out to be really good on drums ?? they had like ... some real big jimmy eat world / green day / say anything / old school fall out boy vibes. just a whole bunch of ‘fuck the government, fuck the authority, anarchy, rebellion, revolt revolt revolt’ angry rock music that got a buuunch of noise complaints during practice.

his role in the band was essentially the ~nerdy~ one, because he was a gamer, but like he was also Edgy and Angry and wore all black like Constantly (he still does who are we kidding)

probably paints his nails black and has a nose ring b/c gamers can be edgy too !!

huuuuuge junk food junkie. like ... he will consume Everything and Anything unhealthy. has a huge sweet tooth, he can’t remember the last time he’s drank straight up water.

but like ... he’s a loner pretty much. only friends he really bothered keeping were his bandmates and like ! half of them went missing along with the rest of the town so ! he’s feeling a lil’ lost

but not lost enough to do Nothing, y’know ?? coming back to west ham to an empty town awoke his little baby survivalist in him, probably due to a lot of survival games he played online, and he immediately took over his old home in oak ridge ! it was pretty much rotting there with his dad in jail, but not anymore !!

has also probably broken into a few homes already tbh b/c he’s just. ruthless. impulsive. if it feels like the end of the world then he’s yolo’ing, he’s peace-ing out, u cannot stop him.

uuhhh so he’s got this fucking...pomsky, right? her name is tulip. she was camilla’s before she passed away and like, what is apollo gonna do, huh ? put the dog in a shelter ? hell fucking nah. that’s his dog now.

unfortunately tulip isn’t the most .... tough looking dog. apollo set up a bunch of fucking speakers around the property of his dad’s house and plays large barking noises whenever somebody gets too close, just to ward off intruders, but like ... there’s no fucking big dogs man. it’s just apollo and tulip.

this isn’t like a Personality Trait but idk where to put it so ! apollo’s on antidepressants b/c like ... y’know ... the whole dad-murdering-mom thing sort of fucked him up a lot ! they make him feel pretty blah and diminished his sex drive so like ... hook ups aren’t really an option for him atm !

besides that he smokes a lot of weed b/c self medication

he’s ... sort of an asshole. like ... he can be rude and he doesn’t have much of a filter and i don’t know if there’s any softness left to him ! he just really misses his mom and his bandmates and has a lot of wishes involving changing the past and he reacts badly to things because he’s so defensive and on edge constantly.

he misses twitter the most, tho.

no but he’s just like. .. sad gamer boi ... a man and his dog ... who also carries like five knives on him and definitely knows where his dad kept his gun.

like he’s not socially awkward or necessarily Bad with people .. he’s just bad with people :/ doesn’t try hard enough ! is a little too apathetic ! chaotic to true neutral

wanted connections !!

i envision his band to have like ... four or five members including him. two guitar electric guitar, one bass, one drums / keyboard, any of them singing idk that’s not important. and since two of them have Disappeared, i’d like the One (or two) that Remains ! anarchy boys !

generally .. anybody else who is tryn to survive, that maybe he can bond with or completely clash with ??

i’d love enemies, just ppl he Refuses to get along with or they are just on bad terms for whatever reason

people he’s trying to not ! not get along with ! but it just doesn’t work out b/c like ... lbr, apollo’s pretty bad with other people.

just any falling outs.

uuhh ... maybe a few somewhat-friendships ! like... awkward acquaintances

ppl he knew primarily from high school / haven’t spoken to since

maybe one or two ppl who’s soft towards him or he’s soft towards or vice versa b/c like ! i’ll b real .. it’s pretty nice to have !

ex-flings, ex-somethings, ex-gfs, bfs, anything from the past.

hookup gone bad b/c he couldn’t get it up b/c antidepressants be like that (this is based off of a true story can we get a sad yeehaw in here)

gaming pals from before no wifi.

skater buds. vaping buds. b/c i can confirm that apollo owns like three juuls. stoner buds.

someone he’s like ... hesitantly forming an alliance with b/c sometimes it’s easier when you have someone on ur team ! b/c then drama when one of them betrays the other uwu

somebody trying 2 break into his house b/c u Know it’s got some good shit in there but he’s just like ‘alexa play dogs barking audio’ and then ur muse is like ... there’s no fucking dogs

juul pod dealer. that’s all.

i’m down for anything rly !! pleathe hmu !!

#apogeeintro #god i'm sorry this took so long #death tw #mental illness tw #it's implied but yknow #murder tw #domestic violence tw

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