#i was trying to calm down and i got messages and it reminded me of a point i forgot to make earlier because i triggered myself but now that

[bizarrelovetriangel]

distance

angst with comfort. brief jealous reader/mc and jealous zayne. slightly ooc zayne just bc you know he'd always put you first no matter how hectic life can get. but just for this one, he gets a little cold...

as insecurities take over, you distance yourself from zayne and zayne realizes how empty he feels without you.

Being a doctor can be stressful. It takes a lot of energy, and Zayne, no matter how perfect he seemed, isn't an exception.

Lately, his work has been taking a lot of his time, and it's starting to take a toll on his health. You've been trying to help him to take a break and relax for a while, but it hasn't been easy.

And your relationship was put to test.

You brought him food in his home office, and it had only gone cold and untouched.

You wanted to get his mind off work for a bit, so you took him out for plushie hunting at the claw machines after dinner one night, though he only said a few words as he watched you play, eyes looking like they're ready to close at any minute.

You encouraged him to join you in bed to get some sleep, hoping to get rid of the tiredness in his eyes, and he told you to go first and he'll join you in a few minutes, only for him to take hours, when you were already in a deep sleep.

You asked him to watch a movie with you, he said he wasn't in the mood, so you ended up falling asleep on the couch all alone until the movie's end credits started rolling.

You offered to give him a massage, gentle hands squeezing the tensed muscles of his shoulders, only for him to move away and say, "I'm sorry... I just need some time alone for a while. I need to finish this."

Of course, you understood. He is a doctor who has to do paper work along with treating the patience at Akso Hospital. Things can get pretty stressful, and even Zayne can be overwhelmed.

It's normal to want space.

After all, you admit that you might have seemed like a pesky buzzing fly to someone who just wants some silence.

"Okay. I'll head home, then. Good night, Zayne. Please, don't forget to eat and rest." Not wanting to annoy him any further, you resisted to give him your usual parting peck and embrace. Instead, you gave him a soft smile and a casual wave of goodbye before leaving his house.

In the following day, you sent Zayne a good morning message, reminding him to take good care of himself, and he responded with his favorite good morning sticker. You weren't able to see him at all, since the Wanderers you dealt with had been a handful. By the end of the day, after eating dinner at a ramen shop with your coworkers, Xavier and Tara, you just had enough energy left for shower before crashing on your bed.

The next day, you had a day off so you decided to stop by Akso Hospital to drop off lunch for Zayne, knowing that he's most likely just eating cafeteria food. You even got him some macarons as a treat for working so hard, so you're certain he'll choose your personal delivery than the cafeteria.

The moment you arrived, you were greeted by Yvonne, whose eyes lit up as soon as she spotted your figure. "Hey! It's been a while since you visited!"

"Haha, I know! Work's been crazy, but apparently not as hectic as yours!" You laughed as Yvonne pouted in agreement.

"Tell me about it!" Greyson appeared as well, clutching a few sheets of paper in one hand. "So many people are getting injured these days! Luckily, things are starting to calm down now though."

"That's good. You guys really need a break after all the hard work you've been doing." You then held up the light blue tote bag that contained the lunch box and started to walk towards Zayne's office. "Anyways, don't let me take anymore of your precious time. I just stopped by to give Zayne - "

Within several feet away from his office, you froze.

The door was partly opened, and inside you could see him. Zayne was already eating lunch, and he wasn't alone. He's with a woman, another doctor, based on the snippets of phrases you caught as she spoke elegantly.

You couldn't tear your eyes off Zayne's bright eyes and his lips slightly curled into a smile.

The smile that you haven't seen for days.

You were glad to see it.

You only wished that it was directed at you right now.

"Ah, never mind. I guess he's busy at the moment." You turned around and retreated, giving Yvonne and Greyson a smile.

It was the kind of smile that had them exchange a look of concern.

"I'll just get going then. It was nice seeing you two!"

Greyson's eyes followed the tote bag in your hands that were lowering with disappointment. "Ahaha! Well, you know.... I haven't had lunch yet..." His left hand scratches the back of his head. "How about I trade some coupons with you in exchange for whatever you got in there? I'll treat you next time we have a group hang out too."

You grinned as you caught his drift right away. Someone wanted free food. "The coupons will suffice. I hope you enjoy!"

Greyson managed to drop a quick thank you as you practically ran out of the building.

Later that night, you didn't send a goodnight text, and you did not receive one either.

The next morning, you woke up to a good morning message from Zayne, along with a snowman sticker that said, 'Awake?'

You replied a quick, 'Good morning' before continuing to eat your breakfast while scrolling through social media.

A couple of minutes later, you received a follow-up text, with Zayne asking if you're feeling okay, sensing that something was off with the way you replied to him.

You always send him multiple texts, sometimes paragraph-long, but never just a couple of words that lacked your usual charms.

'Just feeling a little tired, been busy at work'

It wasn't a lie. Wanderers have been kicking your ass, though you always make sure to kick theirs thrice as hard.

You weren't even really upset with Zayne. He didn't do anything wrong that would warrant a cold shoulder.

It's just that something has been forcing you to distance yourself from him. Something deep in your stomach was making you feel weird, about yourself.

You started to wonder.... if you were too much for Zayne.

Too loud, too energetic, too draining, too....childish.

What if, maybe, he preferred to be with someone who's more calm and collected? Someone who didn't waste his time getting plushies at claw machines? Someone who matches his interests and intellect and energy? Someone mature? Like that woman that he was having lunch with.

After all, she was able to get him to smile, while you failed for days.

Maybe Zayne was getting tired of you.

And so, you stayed away from him, not wanting to pest him with your presence any longer.

He deserves better.

/////////

Busy. Busy. Busy. He'd been asking you if you were available to go out on Friday, Saturday, then Sunday, but Zayne hasn't had any luck.

The good morning and good night messages stopped, too. Usually, you were the one that sent them first. Sometimes, he'd send a text first, and you'll reply with multiple messages. This time, it's just been silence. All calls have been missed. He hasn't seen your face nor heard your voice for days.

He doesn't like it.

The distance. The silence.

Something was wrong, and he had a feeling that it's not because of your job.

You've been together for a while now, and he had seen you in your busiest and most exhausted days. No matter how much work has taken from you, you always made time for him. Even if it's just to shoot him some messages and a quick video call to let him know what you've been up to.

You always find time and energy for him.

That was something he hasn't been doing lately. He knows that he'd messed up and pushed you away when you were just looking out for him.

Zayne wanted to apologize properly in person, but now, he realizes, that might not happen anytime soon.

In his office at the hospital, Zayne quietly ate his lunch that was purchased at the cafeteria, forcing his eyes to remain at his computer screen even though they keep darting back to his closed door, hoping that it would open and a certain hunter will give him a surprise visit with food she prepared just for him.

The food wasn't settling well in his stomach.

Zayne couldn't find it in him to enjoy the sweet drink he bought at the cafe. He didn't want any of it. What he wanted was for you to show up so he can hold on to you and never let go.

It's been days and he misses your warmth.

Sighing, Zayne stood up and took a folder that had been sitting on his desk. He had unfinished paper work to do, he might as well just focus on that now, since he didn't have the appetite for lunch.

"Greyson, I have a question about yesterday morning's patient from the pediatrics." He entered his colleague's office, which wasn't too far from his own.

"Doctor Zayne, what do you need?" Greyson looked up from his book.

"About the antibiotics they were prescribed. How many - " Zayne's eyes shifted to something familiar that demanded his attention. A light blue tote bag sits on Greyson's desk. "That looks just like...."

He then spotted a familiar snowman sticker at the bottom left corner at the front of the bag. He knows that sticker well, because he was the one that put it there.

"Actually, that's.... Why do you have that?"

Greyson tensed up at Zayne's suddenly raised voice. Not angry, but more...accusatory. All he could do was laugh nervously.

"She visited a few days with food meant for you, but she saw that you were busy, so....I figured, instead of letting it be wasted....."

Zayne nodded his head. "I see." He then picked up the tote bag with the clean and washed empty lunch box inside. "I'll be returning this to her then."

"Y-yes, please! Thank you!"

Zayne didn't even finish his question for Greyson. He just walked out of the office immediately after taking the bag.

Greyson sighs with relief. He didn't die.

///////

Zayne returned home with his stomach feeling worse, and it's not because he hasn't eaten much. Now, he's certain that you really were upset with him.

First, he neglected you, pushed you away and acted cold when you were just caring for him, then you saw him having lunch with another woman - which wasn't wrong, and you've seen him have lunch meetings with other women before and expressed no concerns, but this time was different. The timing was bad, and the fact that you didn't barge in or talked to him afterwards meant you felt upset.

After giving you a few more calls that had all gone to voice mail, Zayne called it a day, hoping he'd have better luck tomorrow.

But he wasn't gifted with sleep that night.

His mind couldn't stop thinking.

He worried that you might've been so hurt that you'd want to leave him, and the thought of losing you made his chest tighten.

The thought of having to live without you by his side, just like all those years ago, hurt a lot. Now that he knows what a life with you feels like, there was no way he could go back to the days without you next to him.

Zayne sat up and looked at the time.

11:20 p.m.

It started to rain, and the coldness has entered his lonely home.

He can't waste another day.

Zayne needed to see you. Now.

And so, he quickly changed his clothes and went to his car and drove to your apartment.

/////

Your mouth dropped as soon as you saw who rang your doorbell.

"Zayne?! What the hell - it's almost midnight and it's raining!" His hair had gotten wet from the rain, black buttoned-up shirt also catching cold droplets, yet he didn't care at all. "Are you crazy?! What are you - "

You couldn't even finish screaming at him as he suddenly dove into your arms, burying his face against your neck as he pulls you close to him.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, warm breath tickling your skin. "I'm sorry."

Your throat tightened and words failed to leave your mouth. The coldness pricked your skin, so you rushed back inside your apartment with Zayne still latching onto you.

You took him to the kitchen and sat him down on a chair. He kept his arms wrapped around your waist while his face rested on your stomach.

Your fingers brushed against the wet strands of his hair. "Zayne..."

"I'm sorry." He said again. "I'm sorry for pushing you away when you only meant well. I'm sorry that you had to distance yourself from me, because I made you feel like... like you weren't important. But you are. I need you by my side. Please, don't leave."

"Zayne..." Your chest ached at the desperation in his voice. "Zayne." You got on your knees so that you can look at him in the eyes and hold onto his hands. "I'm sorry, too."

His eyes looked at you with confusion.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted. You weren't at fault for wanting space. I'd respect your wish anytime. It's just, at that time, my insecurity got the best of me."

"Insecurity?"

"I started to think that I might be too childish, and that maybe you'd prefer to be with someone more mature and someone who matches your interests, someone who could help you out when you're stressed about work, instead of getting in your way." You confessed, feeling embarrassed now that you're saying it out loud in front of him. "I'm sorry."

Zayne shook his his head and brought your hands to his lips for a lingering warm kiss. "I never thought that, and I never will. I'm grateful for you, and I love you exactly the way you are. You don't get in my way. I shouldn't have pushed you away. I truly am sorry for making you feel that way. I promise I won't do it again."

You rested your forehead against his.

"....you're still wet from the rain." You clicked your tongue and got up to get a towel, only for him to grab your hand. "Come on."

You brought him to the bathroom so you could help him freshen up from the rain. After he changed into the pajamas that he'd keep in your house, he joined you on your bed, and his arms wrapped tightly around you.

His head rested on your chest, arms on your hips, legs tangled together.

Just then...

"Shit. I forgot to turn off the lights in the kitchen."

You attempted to get up, but Zayne only held you tighter.

"Don't go."

"It'll only take a second." You poked his cheek, suppressing a smile, enjoying his clingy side that rarely comes out.

"It'll be fine. It can stay on for the night. Just let me keep holding you."

"Okay. Good night, Zayne."

"Good night."

[bitters-n-sweets]

coffee tables pt. 2 — jack abbot x fem!reader Jack visits his ex-girlfriend’s apartment to help build a coffee table, but as old memories resurface and quiet confessions are shared, the day slowly turns into a chance to begin again.

warnings: flashback to the past, nothing 18+

part one || masterlist

Jack stands in front of your apartment door, toolbox in hand, trying to calm the nerves he thought he'd buried months ago. It's Saturday—his day off—and he decides to spend it building a coffee table with you. Somehow, it feels more intimate than it should.

You've been texting all week, your messages short and sometimes teasing, but always warm. He takes a breath, finally lifts his hand, and almost knocks, but you open the door first.

You've been waiting for him behind the door, watching him. "Were you gonna knock or just keep standing there like a creep?" you tease, not realizing the irony.

Jack exhales a nervous breath and cracks a small smile. "Sorry. Was deciding between knocking or faking a maintenance request."

You step aside so he can come in. "Well, you��ve got the toolkit. Might as well earn your keep."

The apartment smells just like he remembers it, he looks around to reminisce for a bit before spotting the half-assembled coffee table still sprawled across the living room floor.

"I figured I’d finish what you started," Jack says, lifting the toolbox.

"Before it finishes me off?" you joke.

"It almost did," he reminds you that the piece of glass almost cut your femoral artery, "Are you recovering okay?"

"Yeah, I can walk without much pain now. The meds help."

He nods, "That's good. I can take a look for you later."

"Okay, yeah, sure." You don't protest.

The mood is awkward at first. Small talk. Dry jokes. "Tool sizes". But it doesn’t take long before you warm up to each other. He fits a bolt in place while you read the instructions upside down, the rhythm of your banter slowly syncing. You snort when he grunts at the wrong size screw, and he rolls his eyes when you say you should’ve just bought a pre-built one.

"Remember the bookshelf we built for your place?" you say at one point, legs tucked beneath you on the floor.

Jack pauses, head tilted. "The one that fell over after a week?"

"You insisted we didn’t need the wall bracket."

He laughs. "And you still let me build furniture."

"Touché."

"Alright so where does this screw go?" Jack holds up a singular screw that looks just like the other ten.

"Um... there?" You point to a threaded hole, squinting. "Oh wait, but it could also be the other one. Ugh, I don't know, they all have the same measurements."

Jack shrugs and screws it into one of the holes while muttering, mostly to himself, "That's right, it goes in the square hole..."

You freeze. "Was that—"

"Yes, yes it was," he replies without missing a beat.

"Who taught you??"

"Night shifts can get boring sometimes."

You laugh, the kind that escapes before you can think about it, and Jack glances at you with a smile that lingers just a second too long.

A few hours later, the coffee table is finally finished. It's off by maybe 1cm, but it'll do.

“We did it. Functional table. No injuries. Only minor emotional peril.” Jack says as he stretches his legs.

“Honestly, I’m—.”

“Hungry?”

You nod, "YES."

And he pulls out his phone. “Your usual order still the same?”

Your eyes flick to his. “You remember?”

Jack only smiles and places the order.

You try to hide your smile and stand up. "I'm opening a bottle of wine. We're celebrating this."

"You're on meds."

"And you are on your day off." You smile at him, pouring two glasses. "I'll just have one." You try to convince him while he rolls his eyes.

There is no going between you and your wine.

"Mind if I use the bathroom?"

"You already know where it is."

As he steps into the hallway, he sees one photo still hanging on your wall. Cracked glass. Your arms wrapped around each other, blurry with motion but full of joy. The memory slams into him.

It’s late, and your apartment feels too small for the fight you’re having. "You’re always at the hospital," you say, voice shaking. "Even when you don’t have to be." "It’s not that simple," Jack snaps. "People rely on me." "And I don’t?" He turns too fast. His elbow knocks the picture frame off the wall. It crashes to the floor, splintering the glass. You both freeze. Something in him falters. He picks up the frame and sets it on the counter. "I can’t do this," he mutters before walking out.

Jack stares at the cracked photo now, throat tight. You wander over to where Jack is, and realize what he's looking at.

"You still have it." He states.

"I thought about throwing it away," you reply. "But I couldn't."

"I kept some things too," Jack says, but he doesn’t elaborate. Not yet.

You fall into silence, but it’s warmer this time. He reaches for your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. You let him.

"You know," you dare yourself to say, your voice barely above a whisper, "I used to sit in this apartment and think… maybe he’ll show up. Say he’s sorry. Say he wants to try again."

"I’m here now," Jack says. "And I am sorry. And I—"

There’s a knock at the door. The food delivery.

Dinner is quiet, softer. You split the last of the wine, and you laugh at his terrible jokes. When the bottle’s empty and the plates are cleared, you stay sitting on the floor, closer than before. Hands almost touching.

Both wanting to pick up where the serious conversation last ended, but also fearing where it might lead.

Jack reaches for his glass of wine and pauses. "You remember the night the power went out?"

You blink. "The storm?"

He nods. "We were stuck here. Couldn’t even order food because your phone died and mine barely had signal."

"We lit every candle in the apartment. I think I still have wax stains on that old bookshelf." You smile at the memory. "That was probably a fire hazard."

Jack chuckles. "And you made us play that ridiculous card game. Loser had to answer a personal question."

"I was trying to get to know you better," you say, nudging him lightly with your elbow. "You’re not exactly an open book."

He shakes his head with a faint smile, one of those rare ones that tug more at memory than amusement. “Still not, I guess.”

“I asked you your fears,” you continue, voice softer now. “You told me you wanted to be a good man. That night. You said you didn’t know if you were, but you wanted to try.”

Jack’s smile fades—not from regret, but more longing. "Yeah. I remember. I was scared I'd let you down."

"You did."

He looks down, his fingers absently brushing a speck of dust from the table’s edge. But then you add, just as gently:

"But you're here now."

He looks up. Meets your eyes. There’s something unspoken hanging between you—pain, promises that shattered and ones still waiting to be made.

And that silence, again—this time warm, thick, forgiving.

He swallows, as if laying his heart bare, and asks, “Can you give me another chance?”

Your fingers find his, and you squeeze, quietly telling him yes.

He looks at you with that softness in his eyes, the one that makes your chest ache. His hand rises gently to your cheek, and your breath catches.

“I missed you,” he murmurs, voice almost shaking.

“I missed you too.”

And then, finally, he leans in.

So do you.

The kiss is careful at first—like testing the coffee table you just built. But when your hand slips to his chest and his thumb grazes your jaw, it deepens into something more certain. Something lived-in and familiar, and still electric.

It’s not just a kiss.

It’s a promise.

[darkstaria]

Yandere Batfam - Soulmate Soul Animal Au.

Chapter 5:

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 6.

Sorry for the long weight everyone! I had to binge allll of Stranger Things for a friend's future birthday event and ohhh wow I thought the episodes were gonna be 20 minutes not 40-1hr

Also I suffered a bit of writers block, it happens

But regardless, I hope you all enjoy! ^ ^

(also the taglist has migrated to the bottom of the fic because it's a bit too long now)

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The office was large, sprawling walls contained by an even bigger ceiling. The faint humming of Tim’s computer provided no reassurance, nor did the soft leather of your seat. It felt as if you could sink right into it, and try to fade away. There was a faint aroma of coffee that lingered around the office, but it gave you no solace. It just reminded you of the mistakes you made, to end up here. The elephant in the room.

Tim’s smile was bright, a warm sun. You were burning.

“It’s.. nice to see you again.” You attempted, words stumbling about on your tongue. You couldn't help it, the mere presence of your soulmate sending anxiety skyrocketing down your spine. Why couldn't he just get to the point?

“I didn't really expect my company and Wayne Enterprises to be working together.” You continued, a fake smile plastered onto your face. “What a nice coincidence!”

“I hope for us to have a successful collaboration.” Tim replies, still smiling. “But enough about the companies, it's been so long since I've seen you, and I didn't have your number to text.”

You laugh in response, a pale imitation of a real laugh. You had hoped to focus on discussing the work you both had to do first, and then escape before any catch up talks were attempted. Unfortunately, it appears that Tim won't let you do any actual work before engaging with him.

Your nails dug into your knees, an attempt to stay calm. Your reply was measured.

“Oh are you sure? Surely it would be better to get work on the collaboration done first, then we’ll have all the time left to chat freely.”

“I wouldn't worry about that, really. We’ve got plenty of time together, and I wouldn't be able to work without knowing how you're doing lately. Since you didn't have the time to text, I presume you've been busy?”

“Ah, right! Yes! Yes I have been, busy that is, you know how it is with work. Endless and all that.” You were frustrated at being pushed into a lie already. Tim was in charge here and he knew it.

“Why don't you give me your number then?” His smile was perfect, as flawless as his manipulation. “That way, when you're too busy to remember to message, I can remind you.”

You frowned. Like he didn't know your number already.

Quickly remembering you had to smile, you gave him your number, watching as he slowly typed it in, then texted. Only when you showed you received his text did he relent.

The ‘meeting’ continued on from there, Tim asking about all your hobbies and passions. Time ticked on, daylight turning to evening. Any attempt from you to redirect the conversation to either himself or work was swiftly dismissed. A small part of you admired his skill, he was playing you like a doll. You knew it, but you had no option but to play along. It was like an older sibling playing pretend with the young sibling. You hated the comparison.

The attention was unnerving. Your only solace was that neither of you had soul animals present currently, which was an absolute miracle.

Actually… what if that isn't a coincidence at all? Could this too have been engineered? Was that even possible?

“So then what’s your opinion on..” The sound of Tim’s voice slammed you back to reality. You quickly focused back in, fearing losing any advantage due to a lack of attention.

Abruptly, an alarm sounded, the noise blazing a path through your eardrums. You jolted in surprise. Tim however, was barely rattled. A frown appeared on his face as he glanced at his phone.

“That was the Arkham Asylum breakout alarm. It's no longer safe to go outside.” With these words Tim got up, walking over to the door and opening it.

“What…?” You mumbled, horrified.

“Stay here.” He commanded, a firm tone in his voice. This was Red Robin. “I’m going to check on the building, don't leave, it isn't safe.”

“Wait! But.. the collaboration.. we didn't..” The words rushed out of your mouth, leaving you feeling like a fool as Tim paused for a moment, to look at you.

“Don't worry.” He smiled, the weight of it bearing down upon you. You felt small. “You can just come in tomorrow, I'm sure your company won't mind.” With the final word said, Tim closed the door, presumably rushing off to become Red Robin. The click of the door felt like a dismissal, a scolding. A reminder to stay in your place.

Once again, you were trapped.

You clenched your fists. He wanted you to stay here, in his territory. You didn't doubt that Wayne Enterprises had amazing security, probably some of the best considering the identities of the owners. This was likely the third most safe place in Gotham, with the first and second places going to Batman’s base and Wayne Manor.

But… you haven't learned anything yet. All that time spent with him and somehow he hadn't brought up that singular, obvious fact. There was no way he didn't know, not with the way he was acting. And yet, he hadn't brought it up. Why?

What was he getting out of this?

Was he hoping that if you assumed he didn't know then you could easily be monitored? Was he just gathering information before acting? Where was the rest of the vigilantes in this?

Your head was spinning, going in circles. You couldn't understand him, you couldn't understand any of them. Why choose to be vigilantes, knowing the costs that life endures? Why were you tied to them, when you were so against a fundamental part of their existence?

You couldn't understand this at all. How could this be the basis of a soulmate bond?

You were… opposites.

You felt the telltale beat of an oncoming headache. For your own sanity, you decided to fold the incoming soulmate crisis into a small cavity of your brain to panic about later.

Fact One: There was an ongoing Arkham Asylum breakout, everyone is either being attacked, hiding away or escaping the city.

Fact Two: Batman and all his partners are going to be occupied for at least several hours if not a day.

Fact Three: You were going to take advantage of this.

It was the perfect time. All your soulmates were occupied, so none of them would be able to pay any attention to you. Red Robin might know your identity, and so the other vigilantes may know as well.

That didn't need to matter. They may have the information, but information itself is useless, if they are unable to act.

Right now, any Gothamite that isn't involved with rogues is either hiding or escaping. You could join the escapes, and get out of Gotham in the rush.

You didn't have to stay here, to play the role of a caged bird. You could escape, before they even got a chance.

You had to try.

You suppressed a shaky sigh, getting up and walking to the door. You tried the door handle.

Locked.

Uh oh. You tried it again, and then a few more times after that, shaking the door eventually in your desperation. Oh come on! You desperately thought to yourself. The one time you finally got the perfect chance and it's being ruined by a locked door.

Wait. You glanced at the small window in the door, the beginnings of an idea sprouting in your head. You glance over at Tim’s desk, noticing a small paper weight. You smile.

Lifting the paperweight, you judge the weight to be enough. Holding it up, you get into position to throw.

Wait.. the door has a keyhole, not a sliding chain, you realize, almost too late.

Ah.

Well that would have been embarrassing.

Sadly, you place the paperweight back down. There goes that idea.

But that wasn't the only door in the office, there was another one, the one that the shouting voice left out of. You approach the door, trying the doorknob.

Click!

It opens! Giving a small laugh, you advance through the door and out into the halls of Wayne Enterprises, a jubilant smile on your face. Whoever was shouting at Tim earlier, you almost wanted to thank them.

You avoid the elevators, instead picking stairs, as you presumed they may also be in lockdown. It didn't take you too long to get down to the ground floor, since the main walking areas were now barren of people.

The ground floor had some unfortunate news to offer you though. The once wildly open doors had now been locked down and barred, an iron wall between you and freedom.

Although, maybe there was some other way, you thought, eyeing the anxious security guards patrolling the front entrance.

Pulling out of your hiding spot, you approach the guards, making to time your steps, making noise to not scare them. You really didn't want to get shot before you had even left the safety of the building.

“P-please help me!” You stuttered, trembling with tears in your eyes. The guards jolted in surprise, turning to face you. They were expecting threats from the outside, not the inside.

“I need to get home, I can't stay here.” You sobbed, the guards pausing in confusion. They didn't know what to do with you.

“What’s wrong?” A sympathetic guard asked, patting you gently on the back. You almost felt bad.

“I need to go home!” You repeated, tone frantic.

A disgruntled guard stepped up to you. “Look, no one can leave right now. Company policy. It isn't safe, there's been an Arkham breakout. Just sit tight, and whatever’s waiting for you at home will be there when you get back.”

“N-no…” You mumbled. “You don't understand.. I have.. I have a cat, waiting for me.” You glance up, watching the expressions on their faces. They seem unmoved. “A-and my child!” You cry out, realizing you needed a better lie.

“A child?” The disgruntled guard repeated, sounding a little more sympathetic, but clearly not convinced. He eyed you up and down, evidentially thinking you looked a little too young.

“They're so little, but my cat likes to take care of them and I needed the money so, so I left them at home alone today. But recently they're been figuring out how to open doors and if anything happened to them I don't know what I’d d-” Your frantic lie is cut off, the disgruntled guard laying a hand on your shoulder.

“Alright listen. None of us can escort you, we're here on the job.”

You nodded, feeling exuberation rush through you.

“But if anything happened, run right back here, alright?”

You nodded again, fighting a smile on your face. The guards unlocked the doors, watching you dash out with frowns on their tired faces.

They were obvious to the beaming smirk on yours.

Nights in Gotham are by nature a little terrifying, but they're nothing compared to an Arkham breakout night. Shadows crawled up alleyways, the smell of booze and smoke lingering in a way it never could on normal nights. The terror was so pungent in the air, you could almost taste it. It was on the tip of your tongue.

Every so often you'd hear a scream, and you'd walk a little faster. Ideally you would have committed to the stealth route, but you had wasted enough time already.

Your house was on the way to the bus station, so you could easily pop in, grab essentials, and get out. You wouldn't lie, you were nervous. Every so often you’d feel your knees lose strength, and you'd have to fight with your body to regain the strength to stand.

But at this point it was either the horror of whatever your soulmates had in store for you, or the horrors of Arkham night. You'd already picked your poison, now it was time to swallow.

You took a breath in, then out, and continued walking. You were almost there.

The streets of Gotham stretched on endlessly, a cacophony of fear.

Just a bit longer.

A gunshot sounded nearby, the noise blasting through your eardrum.

Almost there.

The hum of a van's engine rushed through the night, haunting laughter echoing through the road.

You could see your house!

You beamed, a smile lighting up your face, as you practically skipped up to the entrance. You reached into your bag to withdraw your keys.

You had just retrieved them when a crowbar smashed into your head.

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Wow umh, please pray for reader guys, this is NOT going well for them. Who do you think that was?

Me writing shenanigans for this chapter:

I just really feel like reader should smash open this window, let's do it. Wait. They wouldn't have doors that work like that. so reader sadly puts the heavy object down :(

Also me: yeah so reader lies here and it's an absolute mess

Also also me: rip reader that's a lotta head trauma omg

Sorry for the lack of soul animals this chapter :(( there's a reason I swear

The next chapter is definitely gonna be a bit insane, for sure! The soul animals return then anddd in droves!

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Klaus Mikaelson X Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Written in the Stars-Ch. 27

Word Count- 5.6k

Warnings- SMUT- SHITTY SMUT MIND YOU I’VE NEVER WRITTEN IT BEFORE SUE ME, ****Bloodplay kind of??????****Mentions of burns, mentions of burning bridges, swearing, making out, nudity, sexual thingies, !!!!!!ELIJAH!!!!!! 

A/N- Ya I’m going to hell. This is so bad. I might delete. We all know Elijah gives off Daddy vibes so I want none of you hoes messaging me and telling me his actions are out of character in this chapter. Got it? GOT IT!? 

A/N- for those who don't want to read the smut I wrote where it begins and ends!

Elijah’s pissed. 

He’s like really pissed. 

I’m screwed.

-10 Minutes Earlier-

“You burnt down a bridge?”

“Why didn’t you invite me?”

“I was going to do that.”

I blow out a breath as I glance from Finn, Kol, and then Rebekah. 

“Um, not me,” I gesture to Sage, “We.”

Sage deadpans a look at me and I give her a shrug. 

“Why did you burn down a bridge, Y/n?” 

I turn back towards Finn who seems bewildered.

“We,” I gesture to Sage again, who rolls her eyes, “Burned down the bridge and the bridge’s sign because Sage found out that the wood that created both was made from White Oak…you know…the same White Oak that could kill the lot of y’all.”

“Pardon?”

I turn to Kol who is looking at me skeptically.

“The last of the white oak was burnt down over a millennium ago. We made sure of that.” 

“Brother, it’s true,” Bekah says, “I was going to burn down that bloody bridge myself tonight.”

“How is this possible? How do you know this Rebekah?! And why did you keep it to yourself!?” 

Klaus yells at his sister after being silent for the first time in his life. Elijah on the other hand, who is leaning against the staircase behind him, hasn’t made a peep.  

I eye Rebekah warily and side-eye Sage who side-eyes me.

“The Salvatores!”

I quickly yelp out trying to help Rebekah from having to admit that she had a threesome with both Sage and Demon.

“Yep. I was snooping as I usually do and overheard Damon asking the Mayor about some records about the town's bridge and such. And then Sage here did some digging, the same digging I’m sure Bekah did,” I nod to Bekah who is nodding along with me, “and then that’s when Sage found out from Damon and some records he has at the boarding house that the bridge is made from White Oak.”

I finish my dialogue off with an almost convincing smile and look at the vampires around me. Rebekah gives me a soft smile and nods, agreeing with me, Kol still looks skeptical, as does his Hybrid brother, Finn looks confused, per usual, and Elijah…hasn’t looked away from the wall in front of him in the past 5 minutes. 

Everyone is silent.

“This is the part where you guys say thank you,” I give them an awkward toothy smile.

“Thank you,” Kol yells sarcastically, “Thank you for what?! For one, you burnt down an entire bridge on the ramblings of a vampire that wants to kill our family, and if that’s not bad then you went and burned down an entire bridge…without me. Who do you think you are?”

“Watch it,” Klaus snarls at his younger brother. 

“Who am I?!”

I begin to march over to Kol with my finger pointed and Klaus walks in front of me, stopping me.

“Easy, Astin Min,” Klaus tries to calm me down but I shove past him.

“Who am I? One, I’m the one who just burnt down the thing that would kill you and your entire family. Two, I’m also the one who some weird ass fate thing decided that I’m supposed to carry the souls of your brothers?! AND to remind you all if those two,” I point towards Klaus and Elijah, “were to die, so do I! So if you’re having a fit about me burning down a bridge, literally shut the fuck up because it’s self preservation.”

I rub a hand over my face in exhaustion.

“Y/n, are you alright?”

I take my hand off my face and look at Finn, who is frowning at me, “I’m all good, Finney. Just past my bedtime and incredibly exhausted and not in the mood for that,” I point a finger at Kol, “Right now.”

“What the hell did I do?”

I roll my eyes at Kol’s comment. 

Klaus sniffing the air catches my attention, “Yes, I know. I’ve got to take a shower to get this gas smell off of me.”

Klaus takes a quick stride over to me and grabs my shoulders and his eyes frantically look over my figure, “You’re hurt. Where?”

I try to shrug his death grip but he just holds me in place, “I just got a little burnt from a stray flame. Nothing bad.”

Klaus’ eyes darken, “Where Y/n?”

I shrug off my loose sweatshirt and show him the not so small burn that runs across my upper forearm. 

“Ok, yikes,” I breathe through my nose as I process how it kind of actually stings like a bitch, “Not so little.”

Klaus releases a growl and he quickly goes to bite his wrist but I stop him, grabbing his hand. 

“Nope. Every little booboo I get doesn’t need your blood.”

Klaus narrows his dark eyes at me.

“Y/n, to be honest with you, the little “booboos” you always have aren’t as little as you think they are,” Rebekah comments with a judging look.

“You’re being delusional,” I scoff. 

“Were you not shot?”

I gasp at Finn’s words.

“Phineas, I told you that as a secret.”

Finn frowns and mumbles an apology. 

“Secret? You quite literally told me that 30 minutes ago,” Sage raises an eyebrow at me.

“Yes and?”

“We met 40 minutes ago.”

I suck on my teeth. Oh. 

“Wait, you got shot?”

I side-eye Kol, “No.”

I hear Kol mutter something but I don’t pay attention as I watch Elijah shake his head and walk back up the staircase, his left hand gripping the bannister as he goes. 

“All of you leave,” Klaus’ voice booms, and I nod and begin walking towards the door.

“Bloody hell, luv. Not you,” I feel him grab my hand and pull me back towards him. 

I hear Kol mutter something again before leaving the room, Sage and Finn both look at me and Sage sends me a small smile before looking back up to Finn with stars in her eyes. Finn stops for a moment before me and raises his hand. He pauses it midair, as if he’s not quite sure of his movements, but then he places his hand on my shoulder and squeezes.

“Thank you, Y/n. You’ve given me something I’ll never be able to thank you enough for…but I will try to repay you for this.”

I smile at Finn, “All in a day's work, Phineas. No need to thank me.”

Finn lifts his hand and spares his brother a fleeting glance before leaving the room with Sage in tow. 

“Bloody hell, everyone in this family is so dramatic,” I look over Klaus’ shoulder to where Rebekah is leaving the room. 

“Good night Rebekah,” I call and she waves her hand.

“I should probably go check on Elijah,” I say to Klaus, and begin to move past him, but as I graze his shoulder, a gasp escapes my lips as I’m whipped back around and Klaus’ lips are pressed onto mine. 

It takes me a moment before I process what’s happening, but after a second I’m drowning in Klaus’ lips. I reach my hand up and run my fingers through Klaus’ dark blonde hair and suck in a breath as I feel Klaus’ toungue fight its way into my mouth. I don’t put up a fight and open my mouth slightly more to grant him leeway. He uses this opportunity to sink his tongue into my mouth and massage my tongue with his. I feel Klaus’ hand lower from my upper back down towards my ass and it doesn’t take him but another second to use his big hand to squeeze it, making me gasp.

“Fuck,” Klaus takes his toungue from my mouth and uses his teeth to pull on my lower lip.

“You’re perfect.”

I feel the tips of my ears warm at his comment and I use all my strength to shove him slightly back.

“You’re distracting.”

Klaus’s blue eyes are no longer dark, instead they have a small shine in them that makes them look similar to a small pond in springtime. 

Klaus leans down to meet my eye level, “You seem to like how distracting I am.”

I fight back a smirk, “Shut up, Mutt.”

Klaus smiles at me. Not his usual smirk, or his annoying ass snarl, but an actual smile. 

“You should do that more,” I point to his face and his eyebrows furrow.

“Do what?”

“Smile.”

Klaus smirks, “I do smile a lot.”

I shake my head, “Nah, you smirk a lot. Like you’re doing right now. I mean an actual smile. You have a pretty one.”

My comment seems to have taken Klaus aback and he clears his throat, “I am not pretty.”

I smirk at him, “Oh yes you are. You’re so pretty.”

I don’t give him the chance to rebut my statement as I lean forward and place a quick kiss to his warm cheek. 

I quickly move past him and head towards the stairs where Elijah went. 

“Thank you,” Klaus’ voice comes from behind me. 

“For calling you pretty? Anytime,” I turn over my shoulder and wink at him and he rolls his eyes.

“No. Not for that. For burning the white oak and protecting myself and my family.”

I shrug, “All in a day's work.”

—

I release a shaky breath as I knock on Elijah’s door. I hum to myself as I wait for a response and it takes another moment before I hear a low, “Come in.”

I grab the nob and gently open the door. I’m not quite sure why I’m being so cautious. I’m not scared of Elijah by any means but I just have an uneasy feeling in my stomach. It’s been there since I saw him make his way up the stairs earlier. 

I open the door and step in. I glance around the dimly lit room, and a smell of leather, bourbon and something earthy fills my nose. 

“Elijah?”

“What, Y/n?”

I whip my head to see Elijah exiting from an adjoining room. His suit jacket is off and his white button up is rolled up at the elbows. I watch as he walks behind a dark wooden desk and sits down in a maroon leather chair. He grabs a glass bottle of some dark liquor and pours it into a glass. 

I continue to watch silently as he downs the glass in one go and then begins to pour himself another. 

“Are you alright?”

Elijah holds the glass in his hand as he leans back in his chair. For the first time tonight he finally meets my eye.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

His normally calm gaze his gone and replaced by a look I’ve never seen on him before. It unsettles me. I’m not sure if in a good way or bad.

“You left quite quickly,’’ I say softly. 

Elijah is silent for a moment, giving me more time to glance around his room. Dark wooden bookshelves line the walls from corner to corner, filled with hundreds of books that appear to be of all ages. A grand stone fireplace is at the forefront of the room, and a small couch is planted in front of it, and a king-size bed with dark blue bedding is to my left. All of it is so him. So, Elijah.

“Hmm.”

Elijah’s hum almost sounds sarcastic, which makes me raise an eyebrow at him. 

“What?”

Elijah looks back towards his drink and mixes it, “How's your burn?”

I eye the red burnt skin on my arm and then slit my eyes at Elijah.

“It’s fine. Why do you ask?” 

My answer seems to have amused Elijah because he huffs out a laugh and then downs the rest of his drink. 

He puts the glass back down so hard I’m surprised it didn’t shatter.

“Why do I ask? Why did I ask?!” 

Elijah runs a hand over his face and then undoes the top two buttons of his shirt. He stands up from his chair and places his hands atop his desk and stares at me. His dark brown eyes are black in this light and I notice the frantic ticking in his jaw. 

Oh.

He’s pissed. 

“Elijah…did I do something to make you mad?”

I take a small step into the room and Elijah’s eyes mark every move I make. With Klaus there were many moments where I felt like the prey and he the predator, but never with Elijah. Not until now. Something about the way his left index finger keeps tapping his desk, his clenched jaw, and his dark eyes make me feel like he could pounce at any moment and I wouldn’t be able to do anything. 

“Did you?”

Again his reply comes out almost mocking and if I weren’t dealing with a ticking time bomb right now I’d probably yell at this bitch.

“Elijah, if I did something to make you upset I need to know what that thing is before I can apologize,” I try to reason with him as I take another cautious step forward.

Elijah tilts his head, “And if I said I didn’t want your apologies?”

Ok. Now I’m getting annoyed.

I shrug, “Then I can just leave you to be in your mood and we can talk tomorrow when you want to discuss things like adults.”

Elijah’s lips twitch into a dark smirk, “Like adults? Really? And who exactly here is an adult? You?”

I frown at Elijah’s tone, it’s something cruelly sarcastic and for the first time since meeting Elijah I realize I’ve never seen him this unnerving. And I’ve literally watched him murder people. 

“Why are you being like this?”

Elijah moves his hands off his desk, stands to his full height, and begins to move from behind his desk. I watch with bated breath as he comes around the desk to stand in front of it. He leans back against it, using his arms to hold himself up and places his right leg over his left. If someone were to walk in right now, it would almost appear that he was relaxed or casual, but as soon as they’d notice the gleam in his dark eyes, they knew they’d have been mistaken. 

“Come here,” He says simply. 

I furrow my eyebrows and shake my head, “What? No. You don’t get to just beckon me after being rude.”

“Y/n, come.”

His tone leaves no room for argument so I do what he says. God I’m a little bitch. 

I take a few steps forward and eye the man in front of me, Elijah watches my every move like a hawk.

I stamp my feet into the ground and pretend to bow, “Happy now.”

Elijah narrows his eyes, “Don’t be a brat.”

I choke on my words at the tone he uses to say “Brat.” God Damnit. Wait.

Am I turned on right now?

No. 

No?

Definitely not. 

I think…

“I am not a brat,” I counter.

Elijah raises an eyebrow and then raises his hand and uses his index finger to call me closer.

“No. If you want to be fucking face to face you come over here,” I finally stand my ground. 

Not thinking he would actually listen to me, you could imagine my surprise when he pushes himself off the desk and practically stalks towards me. My mind pretty much goes blank as he comes to stand so close, the tips of our shoes are touching. 

We’re both silent as we stare back at one another. Or more so I slightly glare at him while he accesses me.

“Do you know how irresponsible you were tonight?”

I frown, “Excuse me? What the fuck do you mean irresponsible?”

“I think it would be in your best interest right now if you watched that mouth of yours. I’m already fighting back every thought in my mind to not punish you for the actions you’ve made tonight. Those nasty words coming out of your mouth are not easing any of those thoughts.”

Punish me? Who the fuck is this guy and where is my sweet blushing Elijah?!

“Elijah dude, I think you just need to chill out, alright?”

Elijah’s upper lip twitches and I realize I’ve said the wrong thing.

“Number one, Gemæcca, I am not your dude. So stop referring to me as such, and number two, I will not “chill out” especially after how childish you acted tonight.”

Alright fuck this guy. 

Oh, I’m sure you want to freak. 

Shut up!

“Is this about the fire? Is this why you’re being such a dick right now?”

My language seems to piss Elijah off even more, “I’m being a “dick” right now because my mate seems to have no sense of self preservation or thought.”

I clench my hand over and over again to not start throwing punches with this bitch. 

“What did you just say to me,” I bite out.

“I said I was done with dealing with you, just throwing yourself into stupid and idiotic situations when your life is too fragile. Niklaus may get proud and turned on enough to swallow your tongue in our foyer at the thought of you putting yourself into danger like you did tonight,” Elijah leans down so our faces are a mere few inches apart, “But I assure you, I do not.”

Oh so he heard that. Oops. 

“Well, maybe I let Klaus stick his tongue down my throat because unlike you he doesn’t treat me like a child, Elijah. Ever think of that?”

Elijah narrows his eyes at me, “I do not think of you as a child. But, when you make childish decisions that put you into harm's way-”

“I can make my own decisions, Elijah!”

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you always fucking should!”

Elijah’s booming voice shocks me and makes me step back. 

He must’ve realized he went too far because his face drops slightly, and he rubs his hand over his face again. 

“Elskan I-”

“No, Elijah, don’t apologize. I should be the one apologizing to you, how sorry I am that you had to end up with such a childish annoyance as a mate. Sad and poor Elijah,” I fake a frown and then go back to glaring at the man. 

Elijah’s face darkens and he closes the gap between us and before I can react his hand is grabbing my lower face, “Your existence has never and will never be an annoyance to me. Do you understand that, Y/n? Never. Do you not realize the decisions you make don’t just affect you but everyone around you? If something were to happen to you, if you were to,” He releases a harsh breath, “If you were to die, do you not understand the pain and ruin you would be leaving behind? What of Theo? What of your friends? What of Klaus or I?”

Elijah uses both of his hands to push my face closer to his, “Y/n, I need you to understand this, if you were to perish…I would not survive it,” Elijah clenches his jaw and shakes his head as if just the thought of me dying is too much for him to bear, “Do you know I’ve already decided what I would do if something were to happen to you? I would make my brother dagger me in my heart and put me out of my bloody misery because leaving in my mind and being cursed by that bloody dagger until the end of time would still be an easier burden to bear than having to wake up every morning knowing that I would never lay eyes on the love of my life ever again.”

I don’t even realize I’m crying until Elijah’s thumb brushes away a stray tear.

“So yes I am mad, Y/n. I am enraged that you do not realize that every fleeting decision you make, every wound you collect,” He grabs my arm and makes me look at my burnt skin, “Isn’t the most horrifying thing to me. When I saw you walk in smelling like smoke, and burnt skin, I couldn’t bear it. I can’t bear it. Never in a thousand years have I felt the type of pain you bring me.”

I stare wide-eyed at Elijah and don’t speak. I don’t speak because I truly, for the first time in my entire life, have no idea what to say.

Elijah must realize this because after a moment of silence, he leans down and places a soft kiss right next to my lips, he leans back slightly and looks at me, and I lean back into him. Elijah leans down again but this time kisses my lips. He leans back after a moment with a clenched jaw. 

“You smell like my brother.”

I reach my hand up and run it along his face, “Then make me smell like you.”

*start of smut*

In a flash my body is moved so my back is pressed to Elijah’s front and his mouth is attached to my throat. I release a low moan as Elijah's teeth graze my neck and I angle my head so he can have better access. He takes this opportunity to run his tongue along my throat and this is when I feel his sharp canines graze my skin.

“You can,” I turn my head to look at him, which was honestly a mistake because the crazed look in his eyes is making me feel things I don’t even think I felt while reading Fifty Shades. 

Elijah shakes his head, “Did I not just talk to you about wounds?”

I shake my head, “You can heal me after, do it Elijah. I want you to.”

Dark veins appear under Elijah’s eyes and I reach out to run my finger over them, making Elijah release a low groan. Elijah pulls me in by my hair and smashes his lips to mine. A fast movement later and Elijah has his hands on my ass and my legs are wrapped around his neck as he carries me to his desk. 

His mouth is still on mine as he swipes a hand over his desk and everything on it goes flying off. I hear glass breaking, which turns my attention, and I go to say something, but Elijah sucking and kssing my neck makes my mind go blank.

“Holy fuck,” I feel myself clench my legs together but am blocked by Elijah’s frame.

I feel Elijah’s smirk before I hear it, “Language, Elskan, or I’ll stop.”

“Oh God, please don’t.”

Elijah places another kiss to my neck before looking back up to me. It takes me only a moment to realize he’s checking to see if I’m alright.

“I said you could, Lijah” I stretch my neck so he has more room.

Elijah slowly nods his head and begins to press more gentle kisses to my neck but as I feel his fangs graze my neck, I release a deep breath. Not another second goes by before I’m closing my eyes in pain, from the sharp searing in my neck. I release a shaky breath but oddly enough the pain starts to change into…something more pleasurable after a moment. Don’t get me wrong it still hurts like a bitch but with the mix of Elijah’s sucking, his toungue cleaning the wound, and his hands: which have now found themselves massaging my underwear line, all of it is so…fucking good.

Elijah licks up my neck once more before standing back and staring at me.  I feel a cold liquid run down my neck and I watch as a line of dark crimson blood flows from my neck down over my chest and through the valley of my breasts, staining my white pajama top. And holy fuck I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.

I look up to Elijah…I stand corrected. The blood was the second hottest thing, because the look on Elijah’s face right now, a look of pure depravity, is definitely the hottest thing that I have ever laid my eyes on. 

“Poetry was created to describe women that look like you.”

Elijah’s words come out rushed and breathless as he runs his eyes over my body, as if he can’t believe he’s seeing me like this. And honestly if you told me 20 minutes ago I’d be bleeding on Elijah’s desk all hot and bothered I’d laugh in your face. But right now all I want is this man between my legs and his lips on mine. 

Never thought I’d say those words either.  

Elijah takes a step towards me and but stops as he sniffs the air.

“What?”

Fuck right now would be a horrible time to forget deodorant. 

“You smell like gasoline,” Elijah says darkly.

“Oh…sorry.”

“Take your shirt off,” He takes a step forward and I notice the dark look he had on his face from before is back.

“Take my…”

“Your shirt. Take it off.”

Elijah’s words come out simple and harsh and without even thinking about it I grab the hem of my night shirt and pull it over my head and toss it behind me. 

“Good girl. Now the pants.” 

I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

“Excuse me? You do it,” I say bewildered.

Elijah quickly steps forward and within a second he fucking RIPS my sleep short into two leaving my sitting on his desk in my fucking bra and undies.

“Elijah, I meant you take off your pants!”

Elijah leans back and his eyes slowly make their way down my body and oddly enough I don’t feel an ounce of shame. Usually when it comes to my looks and body there's always that voice in the back of my head telling me that I’m too ugly or too much in some places but right now, right here with Elijah I don’t hear that voice. All I can focus on is the man before me who is looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. 

“I much prefer you without pants than myself,” Elijah remarks and I use my foot to push him slightly.

We stare at each other for a moment before Elijah gets a gleam in his eye and he leans down to press a soft kiss to my cheek. He then kisses my lips, then my neck, then the valley between my breasts taking the moment to swipe a finger over my blood and painting it across my chest, he then presses that hand onto my chest and pushes me so I’m laying flat on my back, I stare at the ceiling as I continue to feel Elijah plant kisses over my stomach. I feel his hand grab my ankle and I lean up on my elbows to watch as he places a chaste kiss to my inner ankle. 

“What are you doing,” I give him a tilt of my head, and a nervous smile.

Elijah smirks and I watch confused until he drops to his knees in front of me. 

Oh. 

OH!

“Elijah, what are you doing?”

A squeak leaves my mouth as Elijah grabs my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the desk. 

Elijah places a kiss to my inner thigh, “I want to show you just a fraction of how you make me feel. Can I?”

Fuck we love a man that asks for consent.

“I’ve never…I mean no one's ever…,” I gesture towards down there hoping he gets the idea and Elijah’s eyes darken. 

“I’ve guessed.”

I don’t really take offence to that because I quite literally scream “VIRGIN.”

“You don’t have to,” I shake my head. 

Elijah gives me a bewildered look, “Trust me, Elskan. The image of me between your legs is something that has haunted my greatest dreams and nightmares since the moment Rose-Marie brought you to me. This will be more of a gift to me than it will be to you. I give you my word.”

All I do is nod, because HOLY HELL.

“Words Elskan. I need words,” Elijah chastises.

“Yes. Um, yes, please.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Elijah’s mouth presses itself to my clothed core. 

“Holy shit!”

I throw my head back onto the desk as I feel Elijah swipe his tongue over my core through my now very soaked underwear. I let out a sound I didn’t even know I could release as I feel Elijah’s tongue take one more swipe, starting from my clit to my hole. 

I loud snap and a wave of cold air against my cunt makes me realize Elijah just ripped another piece of my clothing. I go to chastise him, but go fucking blank in the mind as I feel Elijah finger run itself through my folds. 

“Oh fuck, Elijah,” I breathe out through shallowed breath.

“You’re doing so good, Elskan. Smell so fucking sweet. I bet you taste even sweeter.”

Elijah’s words only make me close my eyes and pray that any of my dead ancestors are not watching this sinful act.

Like he’s been starved his entire fucking life Elijah dives his head into my core and swipes his tongue everywhere. 

My eyes roll to the back of my head.

“I was right,” I hear Elijah say to himself, “Just like nectar.”

Elijah doesn’t give me a second to adjust because the next thing I feel is his thick finger enter my throbbing hole. 

“So tight, so perfect,” Elijah says as he massages my inside with his finger and- 

“OH FUCK!”

Elijah’s finger curls inside me and if every Smutty book I’ve read is true then I’m pretty sure he just hit that spot. 

Elijah fucking chuckles! And then dares to enter another finger. I let out a breath of pain at the sudden tightness but release a breath of pleasure as Elijah leans down and begins sucking on my clit. 

A tight feeling builds in my lower gut and I feel like I can’t breathe.

“Elijah…I-”

“Let go for me Elskan, I want to see you cum on my fingers.”

Elijah’s nasty mouth, literally, is all I needed to hear before an unbearable wave of pleasure flows through me and I feel my whole body tighten.

“Elijah!”

I throw my head back onto the desk in exhaustion as my lungs fight for breath.

I feel Elijah presses a soft kiss to my center, making me squirm from sensitivity. 

“You did so well, My love.”

*End of smut*

I absentmindedly nod as I feel Elijah pick me up bridal style. I open my eyes as Elijah places me carefully on my two shaking feet. He presses a soft kiss to the side of my face before walking over to a white claw foot tub. Oh. We’re in his bathroom. 

I watch half naked and kind of self-conscious now as Elijah turns the tub on, and adds soap, making the water bubble up. 

“Come,” He reaches out his hand for me to take and I fight the urge to crack a joke at his words. He gives me a look which I’m guessing means he already knew I was going to tell a joke. I take his hand and slowly dip down into the warm water.

A low hiss escapes my mouth as my core touches the water and I feel a sharp pain. 

“You might be sore for a little while,” Elijah comments as he comes to sit beside me. He reaches his hand to the latch of my bra and I nod giving him the okay to take it off. As he slides the bra straps down my arms, he places feather like kisses to my shoulder. 

“Was I too rough,” His words come out hushes as if he’s afraid of my answer. 

I shake my head, “No,” I lean down into the water so the bubbles come up to my upper chest, “You were good.”

Elijah chuckles, “Just good?”

I shrug playfully, “I’d give you a good 7.5.”

Elijah lets out a loud laugh, “Oh really? I must have misheard you because I thought I heard you scream out my name over half a dozen times. My mistake.”

I use a sud-covered hand to shove him. 

“How is it that I’m completely naked and you’re still dressed in head to toe Versace?”

Elijah shrugs, “Is that a problem?”

I lean forward and start undoing his buttons, “You could at least lose the button up.”

Elijah smirks but still agrees as he undoes his top leaving him in a wife beater.

Elijah takes a glass from beside him and fills it up with water before pouring it over my hair. I lay back and close my eyes as Elijah makes work with shampooing my hair, his fingers massaging circles into my scalp.

“Feels. So. Good.”

—

My eyes open briefly as I feel myself being carried again.

I look around confused for a moment before I hear Elijah’s voice.

“Go back to sleep, Elskan. Everything’s alright. I’m right here.”

Hmm. 

I like the sound of that. 

[pandacherryblossoms]

𐙚 Jealous Ateez 𐙚

Genre: Fluff with a touch of angst.. but it’s mostly fluff

Hongjoong isn’t the type to make a scene, but he has a way of making his presence known. If someone’s getting too bold with you, he doesn’t interrupt—he simply slides an arm around your waist, presses a slow kiss to your temple, and stares. His eyes flick to the person in front of you, unreadable but sharp, and his fingers drum against your hip like he’s calculating something. Later, when you’re alone, he leans against the doorframe with a smirk. “You looked real cute shutting them down, baby. But next time, don’t make me remind them who you belong to.”

Seonghwa doesn’t get openly jealous—he gets quiet. If someone’s getting too close, he doesn’t argue or glare. Instead, his arm slides around your waist, pulling you in effortlessly, his voice smooth and deliberate. “I think we were in the middle of something, weren’t we, love?” He doesn’t acknowledge the other person, doesn’t need to. The way he tucks you against him, fingers ghosting over your hip, makes it clear—you’re his, and no one else gets a chance. Later, as he holds you close, he murmurs, “I don’t like sharing, baby. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

Yunho tries not to be jealous—he really does. But the moment he sees someone getting a little too comfortable with you, his easygoing smile tightens just a little, and before you know it, he’s towering over you both, arm slung around your shoulders. “Oh hey, I don’t think we’ve met—I’m her boyfriend.” His voice is friendly, but the way he squeezes you just a bit closer tells you everything. Later, as he hugs you from behind, he pouts, “You’re mine, you know that? Don’t make me go all scary next time.”

Yeosang doesn’t say he’s jealous, but his body language says it all. The second someone starts flirting with you, his usual calm expression sharpens, and suddenly, he’s right next to you, looking down at them like they’re barely worth his time. He doesn’t start a fight—he just waits. Lets them feel the weight of his stare. Lets you feel the warmth of his hand against your back. Later, as he traces patterns on your skin, he murmurs, “Didn’t like that. Next time, I won’t be so nice.”

San is all about physical reminders of who you belong to. The second he sees someone getting too close, he’s behind you, hands gripping your waist, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Having fun, baby?” His voice is low, teasing, but there’s something dangerous in the way his fingers tighten. He doesn’t even look at the other person—he just tilts your chin toward him, all slow and deliberate, before pressing a kiss to your lips like no one else is there. Later, when you’re alone, he hums, “You like testing me, don’t you? It’s cute.”

Mingi hates getting jealous because he knows how he gets—impulsive, flustered, just a little too obvious. If someone flirts with you, he’s suddenly right there, looming behind you like a shadow, voice dropping dangerously low. “Oh wow, you thought you could talk to my baby while I wasn’t looking?” He lets out a slow chuckle, arms crossing over his chest, and stares. The second you’re alone, he’s tugging you onto his lap, lips brushing your neck as he mutters, “Don’t like when people forget you’re mine.”

Wooyoung is the king of being petty, and he does not hide it. The second he notices someone flirting with you, he’s suddenly all over you, arms locked around your waist, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh wow, you thought you could talk to my baby while I wasn’t looking? That’s cute.” He flashes them a grin, but his grip on you tightens just enough to make his point. The moment you’re alone, he pulls you onto his lap, fingers tracing slow circles on your thigh as he mutters, “I don’t share, sweetheart. Hope they got the message.”

Jongho doesn’t get jealous easily, but when he does, you feel it. He doesn’t interrupt—doesn’t need to. He just stands there, arms crossed, waiting for the poor soul trying to flirt with you to notice. And when they finally do? He just raises a single eyebrow, expression unreadable, and tilts his head toward you. “You done here?” He doesn’t need to say anything else—because once he takes your hand and pulls you away, it’s over. Later, he just shakes his head, sighing. “You really make me work, huh?”

[bratzsturns]

disregard

in which; your brother gives you one warning. don’t get involved with matt. but you completely disregard his advice.

contains; smut (praise, unprotected p in v (wrap it before u tap it!), oral (both receiving), finger gagging?? idk just read it), angst. not proofread; lowercase intentional.

you’ve known matt for almost as long as you can remember. from the time nick introduced nate to him and his brothers, matt’s been his best friend. nate, being your older brother, has always been so overprotective of you. you’re his baby sister, why would he wanna see you hurt?

that’s why when nate picked up on the signs of you liking matt, he did anything and everything to put a stop to it. every time matt would leave your house, or every time nate saw you ogling at him, he’d remind you ‘he’s only gonna hurt you, matt doesn’t love anyone. he’ll just play you, trust me i’d know.’

that didn’t stop you, especially when you noticed the lingering glances from matt. the way he’d grab your waist to move past you, or the way he’d always rest his hand on your thigh when you rode shotgun. it all drove you insane. and it made nate’s blood boil.

stolen glances turned into long text conversations, sending various messages back and forth. matt could be so sweet, but that wasn’t all he was. majority of the messages between you two were just filthy. videos of you, two fingers shoved inside yourself as the camera was propped up. eyes crossed, legs shaking as you moaned out matt’s name.

matt reciprocated the energy, sending back videos of him fisting himself. curses and moans of your name left his lips as he sped up, working himself to his orgasm. the videos would end with him groaning into the microphone, his thick, white cum painting his thighs and hands.

you and matt gradually got closer, even in front of nate. it wasn’t even like you two were trying to hide it anymore. he didn’t know what was going on, but he was so fucking sick of it. after seeing the way matt greeted you when he came over today, a long hug with hands wandering down to your ass, nate was done.

as him and matt sat in your brothers room, nate finally decided to stop biting his tongue. after setting down the control to his game, he turned his gaming chair to face matt who was scrolling on his phone whilst on nate’s bed. ‘matt, seriously you know my sisters off limits right?’

the comment took matt aback for a second, setting his phone down and looking up at his best friend. ‘what?’ matt scoffed, rolling his eyes. ‘i’m serious,’ nate replied, leaning back in his chair ‘i see how you look at her and shit. you’re not good for her, we both know that bro’

‘calm down nate, i’m not fuckin with your sister dude. she is pretty hot though can’t even lie-‘ matt gets cut off by a scoff escaping nate’s lips. ‘shut up, leave my sister alone i’m not playin with you kid.’

a few minutes went by, nate getting back onto whatever stupid game he decided to play. matt’s phone dinged, a message from you lighting up the screen. ‘need you matt, sneak to my room. please.’ that was all it took for matt to excuse himself to the bathroom, saying the food from earlier hurt his stomach.

matt opened the door to your room, not expecting to see you on the bed naked with your hand down between your thighs. ‘shit sweetheart, couldn’t even wait for me?’

you looked up, feeling as if you were caught red handed. you moved your hand away from your soaking cunt, bringing it up beside you. ‘’m sorry, was so needy’ you mumble.

matt sucks his teeth, climbing onto the bed. he places himself between your thighs, leaving soft kisses on them. you hum at the feeling, hips almost bucking. as matt kisses his way up to your heat, your hands tangle in his hair.

your orgasm hit you fast, and it hit you hard. your legs squeezed matt’s head, holding him in place. when he finally sat up, his stubble was completely covered in your arousal. you pull at the hem of matt’s shirt, and he obeys. he quickly discards it beside you two, leaning down and kissing you. his tongue makes its way into your mouth, still coated in the taste of you.’you taste so sweet’ he says, pulling back.

you weren’t even really sure of when matt’s sweats ended up on the floor, but you didn’t mind. as he pulled his length out his boxers, your hole clenched around nothing. he let out a low chuckle, rubbing his tip through your wet folds. your body jolts at the touch ‘y’like that baby? want me deep inside you?’

you nod eagerly, body anticipating everything. matt pushes his tip into your hole, a low whine escaping your open lips. ‘strechin this pretty pussy out, huh sweetheart?’ matt smirks, pushing himself in slowly.

for his first few thrusts, it feels so intimate. they’re slow, your body pressed against his as low whimpers escape the lips of you and matt. for a moment, you’d almost feel like he wasn’t just fucking you. no, instead he was making love to you.

you were snapped out of these thoughts by the matt you knew. rough, hard thrusts pounded into you as your headboard hit the wall. ‘open f’me’ he grunted, using his index and middle finger to press your lips. you obey, a moan quickly silenced by matt’s two fingers down your throat.

‘such a good girl baby, takin me so good. you see how that pretty pussy swallows me?’ matt bites his lip, silencing his own noises. the vibrations of your moans against his fingers don’t stop matt, instead they encourage him. his thrusts get harder, the sound of low grunts and your muffled moans bouncing off the walls of your bedroom.

your mind went blank, a coherent thought no where near. matt smirks at your state, speeding up. ‘you already close huh? wanna be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart?’ matt teases, using his free hand to rub your sensitive clit.

‘oh god! yes matt- wanna cum f’you’ you cry out, tears forming in your waterline. you made matt’s ego so fuckin big, just knowing he’s fuckin you so hard you’re crying. matt looks down at you with a shit eating grin on his face. ‘then beg for it.’

your voice is still muffled, but you’re sure it can be heard through your walls. ‘please matt! wanna cum for you- wanna be your good girl’ your words are broken, almost completely babbles. your entire body is shaking, and matt isn’t slowing down.

‘cum for me baby, show me how good you can be. ‘m so close too- fuck- keep squeezing me like that i’m gonna cum’ matt pants out, shoving his fingers far enough that you’re gagging on them. with your whole body shaking, your nails dig into the soft skin of matt’s wrist. his cologne is strong, almost intoxicating to the point where that’s all you can focus on while you cum.

your eyes roll back while tears roll down your face. a cry of matt’s name and small curses leave your lips as you cream around his cock. matt’s thrusts are desperate as he fucks uou through your high. ‘fuck- you on the pill right?’ he asks, words broken up by grunts. you nod, eyes still rolled back as your gags vibrate against matts fingers.

his orgasm follows behind yours, his cum filling you up so deeply. he pants, pulling out as his cum leaks out of you. he takes his fingers covered by your spit from your mouth, using them to fingerfuck his cum back into you. as you finally begin to breathe again, you sit up.

matt leans back on his hands, cock getting hard again. he doesn’t say anything, you just know what to do. you lean down, the bed dipping under you as you kiss matt’s tip. you take the tip into your mouth, gaining a whine from the sensitive boy under you.

‘take the whole thing’ he tangles his hand in your hair, forming a makeshift ponytail. he pushes your head down, nose coming in contact with his well maintained hair at the base of his cock. you gag, the sensation only adding to matt’s pleasure.

by this point, nate had grown curious and worried for his friend. there was no way he was still in the bathroom, right? standing up from his chair, nate goes into the hallway. he notices the bathroom door open, but there was no matt. as he’s about to call out for his friend he hears a noise from your bedroom; gagging.

‘no fucking way’ he mumbles, walking over to your door. matt’s voice is heard from within your room ‘just like that, keep fuckin suckin sweetheart.’ nate’s stomach drops, anger boiling in the pit of it. he opens the door quietly, seeing his younger sister and his best friend.

‘what the actual fuck.’ nate speaks out, his voice angry. you and matt are snapped out of the moment completely ‘shit-‘ you sit up, fumbling for some sort of clothes to cover up from your brother. you grab matt’s shirt and pull it over your head. matt speaks, voice guilty ‘nate-‘ your brother cuts him off. ‘get dressed and get downstairs now matt. i don’t wanna fuckin hear it.’

nate shuts the door, the air in the room now heavy. matt stands up, quickly putting on his pants before looking back at you. ‘your brothers gonna fuckin kill me’ he sighs, walking out of the room. your left confused, shocked, and still full of his cum.

you hear matt go down the steps, the faint voices of the boys coming from downstairs. you sneak to the steps, matt’s shirt coming to your mid thigh. you sit high enough to see them without being caught while you listen to the argument.

‘are you fuckin serious kid? my sister? i told you leave her alone matt!’ nate says, jaw clenched. matt throws his hands up ‘i can’t help she wants me, and who actually cares? it shouldn’t matter to you what your sisters business is!’ nate scoffs, rolling his eyes.

‘you’re not serious right? i know you matt! you’re just gonna fuck her until you get bored and then leave her by herself-‘ nate’s angers obvious, his best friends betrayal sitting deeply in his stomach.

‘so what? we’re two grown ass people it doesn’t fuckin matter!’ matt responds, just as annoyed and angry. nate’s fed up, you can see it in his facial expressions. nate pushes matt back, his protective instincts kicking in.

‘keep your fuckin hands off me nate, i’m not playin witchu.’ matt says, pushing nate back harder. oh if nate wasn’t pissed before, he’s seething now. your brother swings, hitting matt dead in the jaw.

‘what the fu-‘ matt’s cut off again, another punch landing. he swings back, the sound of his punch filling the room. before you realized it, there was a fucking brawl in your living room.

you ran down the steps, pulling back matt and stepping in between the two boys. nate still tried to reach matt over you, his words laced with anger. ‘stop protectin ‘em kid! he’s just using you!’

you turn to look at matt, who yanks himself from your touch. ‘don’t fuckin touch me- fuck this shit.’ he’s seething, you can literally feel the anger radiate off his body. ‘matt-‘ your voice is soft, almost even gentle. ‘no, fuck this shit.’

matt’s voice isn’t sweet anymore, not like how it was before. ‘are you oka-‘ he cuts you off again, words covered with emotion. ‘shut up, this shit wasn’t even worth it bro. i didn’t even really want you, i just wanted to fuck.’ he speaks honestly.

before you can get a reply out, matt’s storming out your house and your brother is storming up the steps to his room. ‘fuckin told you, you’re so stupid.’ nate mumbles, looking down at his knuckles as he walks up the steps.

you’re left there; alone, dumbfounded, and betrayed. matt used you, and you let him. tears form in your eyes as words you cannot say bubble up in your chest. nate was right. as you walked back to your room, guilt settled in your stomach. you sat in your bed, clothes still on the floor. you balled up, inhaling the scent of matt from his shirt as tears poured down your face.

i guess you should’ve listened to your brother.

angel speaks 🪽; i wrote this for my friend guys , so thank u for all ur ideas and help i love u

part two here.

[blueberrybirdsworld]

Collision 2/20

Summary:

Lando always had a type : blonde, models, not ready to settle down. Yet once he met her, all his world is changed and he slowly start to realises maybe he was wrong all this time.

It's a prequel story of The Cat Distribution System, on how Lando Norris fall in love with Ariana. Could be read seperatly.

Pairing : lando norris x original female character

Genre : Fluff, slow burn, enventual smut and angst

Warning : none

Serie Masterlist

CHAPTER 2 : SMAU

@landonorris accidentally became the DJ again

📍London

@pietrapilao: you pressed two buttons and acted like you closed Coachella 💀 @maxfewtrell: never seen a man take credit for autoplay this confidently @carlos55: we left you alone for 5 minutes and this happens @oscarpiastri: how much to make this stop @maxverstappen1: your dj era again?? help. @chaoticgp: every off-season has its villain arc and this one’s giving ✨dj lando✨ @landozoned: this man cannot stay away from a soundboard @mclarenwitch: i just KNOW he said “trust me, I got this” before messing everything up @gridgirliez: lando the club menace is back and we’re not surviving

@arianariverria slow mornings, long rehearsals, quiet evenings 🤍

📍London

@maya.ross: the “main character in a French film” energy is overwhelming @juliettedlcrx: this post just cured my anxiety @claireballetco: i gasped at slide 2. actual sculpture. @balletwithluna: you live in an aesthetic moodboard and i’m just passing through @ellieharperballet: how do you make pink look like a power color @sylviaballet: the definition of stillness in strength @softshoesandsatin: every slide is a different kind of calm

@gridwatchgossip Spotted 👀 #LandoNorris seen behind the DJ booth and chatting closely with a mystery brunette at a London club a few nights ago during winter break. Sources say she wasn’t part of his usual crew, and the two were seen talking more than once throughout the night. No clear photos of the girl — but fans are already buzzing. 👀

@landozoned: NOT ANOTHER DJ ERA LMAOOO @softlandoz: "mystery brunette" is PR-speak for heartbreak incoming @tifosibae: girl if you see this, blink twice for a soft launch @chaoticgp: she better be able to handle his freak @gridtea: lando deep in convo = man is hooked @mclarencurls: plot twist: she’s the reason he didn’t break anything at the DJ booth @numberonechaos: new WAG watch? it's always the winter break

Texts messages :

Group Chat — "🌟 Chaos Trio 🌟"

Pietra: Gentle reminder that you both owe me for putting up with your entire existence last weekend So this Saturday: ballet night. Royal Opera House. We’re going.

Max Fewtrell: wait are we seriously doing this ?

Lando: is this revenge for making you walk through Mayfair with us for 3 hours

Pietra: No. This is me adding culture to your lives because I love one of you and tolerate the other

Max Fewtrell: I’m assuming I’m the one you love but I can’t be completely sure right now

Lando: I’m honored to be tolerated. truly.

Pietra: Dress code is smart. No trainers. No caps.

Max Fewtrell: Define “smart.” Because last time you said that I ended up in a turtleneck at a BBQ

Pietra: Blazer. Nice shirt. Clean shoes. Try not to look like you rolled out of a Twitch stream

Lando: so basically dress like Max but without the part where he’s trying to impress you

Max Fewtrell: rude but not inaccurate

Lando: ok but what if I fall asleep hypothetically

Pietra: Then I will elbow you in the ribs gently. and Max will pretend not to know you

Max Fewtrell: I’m bringing espresso and a respectful attitude also please hold my hand if it gets dramatic

Pietra: obviously it’s Tchaikovsky. we will feel things.

Lando: so we clap when? during? after? I don’t want to be the guy clapping in a tragic death scene

Pietra: clap when everyone else claps don’t start anything, don’t shout "bravo" in random moments

Max Fewtrell: ok but if the intermission has macarons I’ll call it a success

Lando: deal. I’m only coming for the macarons

Pietra: See? We’re growing. 6pm sharp. Don’t be late or I’m giving your ticket to someone cultured.

Taglist : @angelluv16, @httpsxnox, @anunstablefangirl, @chocolatemagazinecupcake, @mayax2o07, @freyathehuntress, @verogonewild

Let me know if you wanted to be added to the taglist !

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 17

Remember when I said that ch 18 may take longer? Yeah, so I surprised myself- I thought the little fight sequence would kill me but I found a work around- kinda.

Here's ch 17, hope y'all enjoy!

Masterlist || First || previous<< Chapter 17 >>next

“Wait- you and Superman were friends? Ok, no- let me back track. You know Clark is Superman?” You asked, sipping on your Tedi drink as you stopped looking over Luthor’s plans for a Mars station. “This won’t be of any use, by the way- Mars is already populated, has a mind control parasite problem, and the Martians are quick to execute people.” Lex just laughs.

“Yes, we were. Yes, I know. No, I won’t tell you, it’s a story for another time. And I’m working on finding a diplomat for a treaty and on something to fix that little problem. Now, how did you know Clark is Superman?” You just shrug. “Not like he’s wearing a mask. Sure, the posture difference and the unfitted suits he wears helps, but if you look close enough at Superman it’ll be hard not to connect him to someone. And his face is too soft to be Bruce Wayne.”

"And I saw Lois kiss him." Luthor’s amused cackle got cut short as the doors to his office opened, Slade Wilson strutting in as if he owned the place. “How did-“ Lex almost hisses at the man, but Slade waves him off. “Does it matter? I’m already here.” The man smirks as he hands you the garment bag he was carrying, taking a seat in the other armchair near Luthor’s desk while watching you critique the work on your suit. “Ha! This looks brand new, thanks- oh this reminded me.”

You get up, swinging the closed bag over your shoulder. “I have to cut our gossiping session short, I have to go rob a billionaire. Don’t kill each other.” You snatch the pointer from Luthor’s desk, slashing your nails through the air to open a portal. “And up your security Alex!” Lex just cringes at the name, grunting in displeasure.

Slade finally turns to look at the bald billionaire. “So? Have you thought about my offer?” Luthor sighs as he slums in his chair, eye twitching at the assassin’s question, his fingers tapping the armrest. Of course he has. “You are assuming she’ll just accept it like nothing.” Slade just raises an eyebrow. “I’ll take the blame, don’t worry.”

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

“So, who's in?” You grin widely as Rex and Amanda immediately raise their hands, mischief glinting in their eyes. “Alright- hey, calm down- why do you even want to go rob Bruce Wayne? I know you hate the guy but aren’t you afraid of Batman?”  Black Samson intervenes, the others looking at the board you produced out of thin air with pictures depicting the Wayne manor and Bruce Wayne with some drawn red horns and goatee.

“Well- it’s not technically stealing. I’m just taking my childhood stuff back. Mainly plushies.” You shrug. “Childhood stuff? You lived there?” Dupli-Kate voices what others are thinking, getting a simple yes. “Don’t get fooled by his fake clumsy act, the man is cold. And he was a deadbeat to me.” You pointed Luthor’s pointer at the Immortal. “No, I will not elaborate on my parental issues, and-“ You moved to point at Rudy when he opened his mouth. “Magic. Well, more of a pocket dimension I already had the board in.” You shrug. “Still used magic to teleport it here.”

“Can we go already?” Rex's whines are quickly followed by Monster Girl’s voice. “Yeah, I want to check rob the rich off my bucket list. And to try those cookies you keep raving about!” Samson sighs as he gets up, arms crossing looking like a disappointed father. “I can’t in good conscience let you do that. Immortal, back me up, man.” But it took one look at your unimpressed face for the spineless man to fold. “Well, if he was such a terrible father-“

“That decides it then!” You smile brightly, grabbing the message board and throwing it back into the pocket dimension. You quickly grab Rex and Monster Girl and fly away, not giving anyone else the chance to argue. “Jesus, do we weight anything to you?” Amanda grabs tighter onto you. “Nope. It’s like holding a couple of grapes.”

Samson’s eyes move from your departing figure to the ancient man, disappointment shining through as he sighs and shakes his head before going back to the GDA computer.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

“Can’t believe we almost got caught by the billionaire.” Amanda giggles as she eats another chocolate chip cookie. “I can’t believe the butler almost caught us! These are so good-” Rex groans, moaning as he too stuffs another cookie in his mouth. “Alfred’s highly trained, actually. Even if we were invisible, he probably still felt our eyes on him.” You shrugged, dangling your feet over the edge of the building you three sat on.

“That Bruce guy… he seemed quite wrecked when he passed by your door.” At Amanda’s worried words, you just brush her off. “He’s probably worried about it ruining his image or something.” Rex’s brows furrow as he looks at you. “What about your mom? You’ve never talked about her before.”

“Nobody asked before. But seriously- compared to Debbie, hell, compared to Eve’s mom, mine was doing it more out of duty. I loved her, I still do. She was a better parent than Bruce, but she still had her faults. Now that I know what a mom is truly like, I feel like I was more of a doll she occasionally played with when she was bored of men and work.”

“Damn. First your mom, then Wayne, now Omni-Man- you can’t catch a break, can you?” Monster Girl joked, trying to lighten the mood. You laugh and groan, eyes fixated on the stars. “Twice is a coincidence, three times is a curse, eh?” Your small talk is interrupted by the sound of your phone, the screen lighting up with a message from Mark only stating an address and to get there as fast as possible. “Well, the fun is over, I have to go. Let’s get you two home.” They both booed as they got up, making you laugh.

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You anxiously sat in a seat as the alien was starting up his spaceship, giving a small smile and thumbs up as the Thraxan asked about your comfortability. “Yeah. Thanks… Hey, how long until we get to Thraxa?” Mark asks, seemingly just as nervous. “Approximately six of your earth days.”

“Wicked.” You muttered sarcastically, eyes meeting Mark’s. “We so should have talked to mom face to face.” The older sibling sighs. “I mean- you got that teleportation magic stuff, you could always just check in with her once we get there, right?” You give a noncommittal hum as you pout. “Still feels wrong. Like a trap.”

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Tim Drake was staring at the video footage and audio recordings, playing the sound over and over again. “Can’t believe the fuckers went through my stuff.” Keeps on being repeated by the Sorceress as two others help her throw plushies and paintings through a Lazarus green portal. His eyes move to the clock. Four in the morning, and he has been awake for about a day. His eyes moved to the only picture they seemed to find of you, the one Alfred had ran around the house with, before his eyes moved back to your figure on the screen.

He puts the coffee mug on the table while he gets up, going straight into the elevator. He was hallucinating. He must be. You were a normal kid and he was tired, and in distress, he was seeing things, associating The Sorceress with his little sister because they were two unknowns. Yes. Definitely that and not because he was in denial. Granted, Tim was tired enough not to see another figure looming in the shadows. So, he wasn’t lying to himself fully.

By the next morning, everyone in the manor found out there was missing stuff from your old room, and while Tim was sure that he was awake then, he had no proof of anything he saw. No footage, no voice recordings, nothing. His eyes drifted to Damian’s seemingly annoyed but unbothered expression, rubbing at his eyes after the younger boy gave him a smirk. Damian’s face was as blank as ever. Tim decided to get more sleep. He has to be seeing shit.

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While Nuolzot was trying to wake up your brother gently you just grabbed your pillow and whacked it across his face, making the young adult wake up screaming, fists raised ready for a fight. “We’re here sleeping beauty.” You snicker at his expression, moving in synch with him once he’s by your side, completely ignoring his mumbles.

When the door of the spacecraft opens you both flinch at the sound of the Thraxans exclaiming greetings and cheers. You both awkwardly waved. “Oh, don't mind them. Come. The monarch wants to meet you at once.” Mark and you simply follow the alien as you look around. “Wait, what exactly about this planet needs saving? Where are the meteors?” The man asks only to be answered with confusion. “Meteors? What meteors?” You give Mark a look before turning back to Nuolzot, speaking with just as much confusion. “Uh- the ones that are supposedly killing billions?” This was definitely a trap.

“Oh, yeah, those meteors. You know, must be a touch of dementia.” The alien shrugs nervously. “We age much quicker than you humans, you know. Uh, don't worry, the monarch will explain all.” The Thraxan quickly ushers you two towards the staircase, nudging you to bow politely. “Your Majesty. May I present Invincible and Sorceress of Earth.”

You look at Mark with a face that clearly shows how tired you already are of this madness. But nonetheless, you kneel alongside your brother, only looking up when a familiar voice greets you both. As your eyes meet the monarch your brows furrow. “Oh, you mother-“

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[avaawritess]

Back to friends- Sombr

Bakugo Katsuki x reader

Js angst

Been feeling rather sad🙂‍↕️ yes I made ochaco the villain

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You and Bakugo loved one another deeply, he showed his affection through random acts of service while you were more of a quality time person.

Loved sitting in the same room while he read a book and you napped or even when he cooked and you just watched him with the most adoring look in your eyes.

Everybody wanted what you two had.

That was until something got between you two. Like a brick wall that couldn't be broken, stuck there permanently.

It was three months? Maybe four when he came home. Disheveled,exhausted, angry. Like he was mad at the world.

The room filled with tension as soon as he stepped in the door, rough worn out boots getting thrown off his feet. The kind you told him to get new ones made. Gauntlets banging the floor with an agonizing sound almost as if it was ticking bomb waiting to explode.

He came in jaw clenched,posture stiffened. The wedding ring on his finger once brightly shiny,dimmed.

Almost falling off of his finger like a metaphor waiting to happen.

"Hi baby how was wor-" you began to say a smile placed graciously on your cherry lips. "Fine" he said in a gruff tone almost dismissive of your affection.

Your lips frowned as you got up from the couch sauntering over to him, you felt his arm in an affectionate way trying to calm him down. It worked before, so why not now?

"Stop" he said pulling away glaring down at you like you did something to personally offend him.

"What...what do you mean?" You asked wide eyed and stepping back lips quivering. Confusion etched on your now pale face.

"Cut the shit, you know what you did" he said almost as if he was pointing an invisible finger at you accusing you of something you'd never do.

"Katsuki I don't understand" you said biting your lip.

"Understand of course you don't," he says laughing bitterly,"Ochaco showed me the messages between you and your affair, I know y/n" he says.

"No wonder you tell me to have fun on my missions so you can get fucked by some low class guy huh? Useless slut" he sneered.

"What messages Katsuki I don't understand" you said almost begging him for an answer he didn't even have.

"We're over y/n this marriage was a waste and of course you dragged me into this shithole" he said.

When he threw the ring off it clattered on the ground, each sound a reminder of what once was.

That night you cried, sobbed even because the man you loved, the man you cherished believed a coworker over you?

Some girl that was in both of your highschool class. Always jealous of other girls.

After the papers were signed you left the ring on the table. A wave of sadness swarmed over you.

Years later after the divorce ( love skipping ahead)

You had a nice tiny apartment and you were still recovering not quite trusting any man or yourself just yet.

Suddenly a powerful yet weak knock was heard.

You opened it and there stood a tall brood tired Bakugo. His hair even worse, eyes bags under his eyes and almost tear stains on his cheeks,"look y/n I'm so-" this time you cut him off,"what the fuck, Bakugo you can't just show up randomly to decide to come check up on me." You said eyebrows sewn together.

"You can't just prance on in here like you deserve to.. maybe your sorry because you found out I was right but...you were my husband yet you believed her" your voice cracked.

Emotions poured over you.

"We had everything, and you threw it away because some chick told you differently? And to call me a derogatory word what the fuck" you said laughing the same bitter laugh he used for you.

"You know people say forgive and forget but I'd forget you before I even get the chance to forgive.... I don't wanna see your face...go" was the last words you uttered.

Uttered to the man who broke your heart.

Well is it better to forgive and forget?

Or to hate one with such a negative emotion?

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Authors note

Sorry for the shortness I keep just getting spurts of writing ideas.hope you enjoyed.

[champagnevi]

₊✧.⋆˚ jungkook's realization

jungkook didn’t even realize it. he didn’t connect the dots. not once. he just thought this was what friendship felt like. warmth, comfort, a sense of gravity that pulled him toward you without resistance. he was always calm throughout his day, living like nothing was set in stone, like everything was fleeting, bound to shift with the next sunrise.

jungkook was always calm throughout his day, living like nothing was set in stone, like everything was fleeting, bound to shift with the next sunrise. but lately... things didn’t feel so fleeting anymore.

jungkook, who slowly began to notice a certain pattern repeating itself in his everyday life. he was always looking for you. not just in person, but in the little things. a song that played in a café, the scent of vanilla when someone walked past him on the street, the way someone laughed and it reminded him of that one time you couldn’t breathe from giggling too hard.

jungkook, who casually brushed that thought aside. why would he feel so eager to tell you about his latest adventure? he shook it off and kept going about his day as usual.

jungkook, who smiled wide, bunny teeth showing, as he carefully looked at the keychain he’d gotten from the vending machine— a tiny kuromi figure with its mischievous smile and heart-shaped skull. it reminded him of you in the strangest, most specific way. he’d never even seen you wear kuromi merch. it was just… a vibe. your vibe.

jungkook, who had always admired your style and the way every piece of clothing looked unique in you. how everything you wore felt effortlessly cool, like you weren’t trying to stand out, but somehow always did. he’d never admit it, but he found himself hovering over clothes online, thinking, would she wear this? and then buying it for himself anyway.

jungkook, who never missed a day sending you tiktoks that reminded him of you. every single one with a message attached. "tell me this isn't literally you 😭" "we HAVE to try this, right? for science" "i feel like we’d get kicked out of this place from laughing too hard lmao"

jungkook, who, without even realizing, kept bringing up your name in conversations with his friends—always with that same smile. always in that familiar, affectionate tone he didn’t even notice had become second nature. recalling some story, some adventure you’d shared, or saying how you were the one who had told him something, or how you would find something funny.

“yah, that’s what i thought. even the other day at the escape room, i thought it was super easy— but then we spent like half an hour just trying to figure out one clue.” “you and who, kook?” “who else, gyu? him and his precious girlfriend—” “yah... what are you guys talking about...” jungkook shook his head quickly, cheeks tinged pink as he chewed his food. “anyway… she solved the first clue because she remembered something from a movie we saw at the cinema…”

jungkook, who could be in the middle of doing something completely ordinary—something simple, even boring as brushing his teeth or waiting for his laundry, and suddenly get hit by a memory of you that made him smile so big it felt stupid. like the time you both got caught in the rain without umbrellas and ran down the street, laughing until your sides hurt. you yelled at him for stepping into every puddle on purpose, and he grinned and said, "i had to make it dramatic. we were living our drama moment." jungkook, who laughed to himself in the gym the other day, remembering how you told him you drank so much water mid-workout once that your blood pressure dropped and you ended up throwing up. he laughed until tears welled in his eyes. the image of your flustered face as you told the story was still so vivid.

jungkook, who couldn’t watch a horror movie anymore without hearing your scream in his head, without picturing that day when you went to see a horror movie with friends and the way you would jump in your seat every time something sudden happened. you had turned to him with a sharp look and that crooked smile— the one that made his stomach twist and his hands sweat— and you called him “annoying.” from that day on, that smile became his favorite. and don’t even mention the time you laughed so hard at a tiktok you were watching that your laugh made him laugh too—like it was contagious. like it was his laugh too. he was just happy hearing you.

jungkook, who kept getting hit by these flashes of you... and damn if he didn’t love them.

jungkook, who started to realize that his world just felt… dimmer without you in it. on the days you didn’t text first. when you had to cancel plans. when you didn’t laugh at his dumb jokes. he didn’t like how quiet everything felt.

jungkook, who couldn’t deny the way you saw him—really saw him. he’d show up with tired eyes and a forced grin, and somehow, you’d know. you wouldn’t ask anything. you’d just be there. maybe sit beside him, hand him a snack, and let the silence stretch in that comfortable way only you knew how to make feel safe. even when he tried his hardest to keep it in. there you were—reading him like a book you’d read a hundred times, one that felt close and familiar.

jungkook, who was sitting on stage in the middle of a concert, the crowd roaring, the lights bright, his heartbeat steady with adrenaline— when the thought came. unprovoked. loud and clear.

it wasn’t dramatic. it wasn’t thunderclaps and crashing waves. it was just... peace.

“shit… i’m in love.”

and he smiled, because of course he was. because every time he looked at you, he felt like the world tilted slightly back into place.

[crocodile-tears-and-a-dream]

a series of unfortunate confessions

summary: after trying to confess to your crush countless times, you finally decided to give up. but then...

pairing: shoto todoroki x reader

warnings: fluff, todoroki is a bit dense, reader is worse than marinette from miraculous

word count: 1.7k

a/n: my friend found my acc so i panicked and privated everything… this is being put here in fear😰

you had been crushing on todoroki for months now. the way his hair split perfectly down the middle, the quiet, almost shy way he smiled—everything about him made your heart race. but you were determined that today was going to be the day. no more pretending. no more overthinking. you were finally going to tell him how you felt.

“i like you. would you like to go out with me?” you rehearsed the line in your head for what felt like the thousandth time as you walked down the hallway toward his usual spot, leaning against the lockers. he was standing there, looking as cool and composed as ever—like he didn’t even realize how much you adored him.

you stopped in front of him, inhaling deeply, straightening your back. this is it.

“hey, todoroki,” you said, trying to sound calm, your voice shaking slightly despite your efforts. “i need to tell you something.”

he glanced at you, tilting his head slightly. “what’s up?”

you took a deep breath. i got this!

you stepped forward with newfound confidence, but why would anything go your way. you tripped over absolutely nothing and into his arms. except this wasn’t a kdrama, and now the only thing left for you to do is to dig 6 feet down from where you stand. the snickers of passing by students did nothing to aid your embarrassment.

“are you ok?” he asked, caring as ever. his stupid, perfect face looking at you with concern and his perfect voice, the way his eyes…

and you’ve been staring for 5 minutes.

you scrambled to your feet, cheeks bright red. “oh yeah i’m great! awesome sauce even..”

“awesome sauce?” the boy repeats after you.

smooth. real smooth. you stand there planning your funeral until he interrupts again.

“-you wanted to say something?” he reminds you.

“oh yeah i wanted to say that i uh- i really like… your hair!”

you stand there shifting awkwardly forgetting how to stand like a normal person.

todoroki blinked, obviously confused. “uh… thanks. i like your shirt?”

your stomach twisted in embarrassment. this wasn’t how it was supposed to go at all.

the best part about texting was the fact that you could sit in front of your phone and reread the text you had typed out for hours before sending it.

the plan was simple really. just text him.

unfortunately you just had to find a way to mess this one up too.

...you pause, wondering if this is a bad idea. but you’re already typing.

“hey todoroki, i need to tell you something important…”

you stared at the screen for a while, reading it over and over. no, that’s too formal. you’re not texting a business partner. so, you deleted it and typed again:

i like you. i really do. please go out with me.

after a second of hesitation, you hit send and put the phone down, avoiding looking at it for a solid minute. you were such an idiot. he was probably going to think you were weird and pushy. you probably ruined everything.

your phone buzzed, and your heart skipped too many beats.

you picked it up and stared at the message, expecting something dramatic.

the message was short and simple.

milk?

you blinked at the screen, unable to comprehend what had just happened. you looked at the message again. did you send the wrong one? no. no, this was his response.

what? you typed, feeling a wave of panic wash over you.

todoroki replied even more confused, the note… it’s a grocery list.

your eyes widened in realization. you had mixed up your heartfelt confession with the grocery list you’d written earlier in the day. how could you mess that up?! you quickly texted back:

omg, i’m so sorry!! that was the wrong message. ignore it. i’m dumb.

you groaned, burying your face in your pillow.

his reply came a few minutes later. it’s okay. you don’t need to explain yourself.

you were officially a colossal failure.

attempt #3 was the worst of them all. you had enough of awkward moments and embarrassing mishaps. this time, you weren’t going to let anything stop you. you had prepared yourself, stood in front of him with determination, and blurted out, “i like you!” without thinking.

for a long, agonizing second, todoroki stared at you, his expression unreadable. then he blinked, looking a little puzzled. “oh. you like… my shoes?”

your eyes went wide, and you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. “no! i mean… yes, your shoes are great, but—”

“oh, thanks. i got them on sale.” he smiled slightly. “glad you like them.”

you felt like your entire world was crashing down around you. this was not happening.

you had tried. god, had you tried.

you tried in the hallway. you tried over text. you tried to his stupid, perfect, beautiful face.

and yet, every single time, the universe seemed determined to humble you. at this point, it was personal. you were convinced fate itself was standing in the corner, with a bucket of popcorn, watching you struggle for its own amusement.

so, you did the only thing that made sense. you gave up.

no more stammering, no more overthinking. you couldn’t possibly mess up if you just did not try.

so when todoroki asked you to meet him after class, you weren’t expecting much. maybe he’d ask about homework, maybe he’d comment on the weather—maybe he was about to tell you your latest confession attempt was so bad he had secondhand embarrassment and that if he was you, he'd leave the country.

what you were not expecting was for him to sit next to you, stare straight ahead, and say—

“i like you.”

…

huh?

you blinked. once. twice. a third for good measure, but he was still sitting there, looking completely unbothered, like he hadn’t just shattered the fabric of your entire existence.

“you…” you struggled to form a coherent thought. “you what?”

“i like you,” he repeated. casual. effortless. like it wasn’t a big deal. like it wasn’t something you had been agonizing over for months.

you stared at him. he waited.

todoroki was a patient guy, but even he eventually raised an eyebrow. “you’re not saying anything.”

oh. right.

you took a deep breath, attempting to restart your system. “you like me?”

“yes.”

“like… like like?”

todoroki blinked, tilting his head slightly. “would i have said it if i didn’t mean it?”

you just sat there. completely, utterly stunned.

this wasn’t how this was supposed to go. you were supposed to confess first. you were supposed to have a moment. and yet, here you were—your grand plan ripped away from you before you could even execute it.

you slowly turned to him, eyes squinting. “so you’re telling me… that the whole time i was struggling to confess, you were just sitting there? watching?”

“i had a suspicion,” he admitted, completely unfazed.

oh, you wanted to scream.

you buried your face in your hands. “i can’t believe i spent all this time embarrassing myself, and you knew.”

“i didn’t know for sure,” he said, like that was supposed to make you feel better. “but i figured you’d never actually say it at this rate.”

the audacity. the nerve. you lifted your head, ready to argue—except when you saw him looking at you, amusement barely visible at the corners of his lips, all the fight drained right out of you.

because he liked you.

shoto todoroki liked you.

and somehow, despite all the chaos, despite every failed attempt, despite how absolutely stupid this entire journey had been—

this was perfect.

even if you had no clue what to do now.

[sweetfcwn]

Hiya! I love your work/writing so much!!<3 I’ve got some ideas/request in regards to George Clarke writings

- Reader Struggling with online hate & George comforts reader.

- Reader feeling sick/unwell and doesn’t wanna burden George cause he’s overwhelm with work and she’s too stubborn to admit.

<3

through the noise - george clarke

thank you for requesting!! i'm working on the second one now - hope you enjoy!

you were sitting on the edge of the couch, phone in hand, scrolling mindlessly through the comments and messages. the noise was starting to build up, and even though you weren’t letting it show, you could feel it weighing on you. every word on the screen felt like a punch, and even though you weren’t reading any of them out loud, it felt like they were echoing in your mind.

you tried to ignore it, to push through and convince yourself it didn’t matter, but it was hard. the self-doubt crept in, and soon the silence in the room felt suffocating.

george walked into the room and paused when he noticed how still you were. you didn’t look up, not yet ready to face him, even though you knew he’d ask about it eventually. he sat down beside you, the space between you two just a little too wide, but he didn’t rush you to fill it. instead, he just waited.

"you alright?" he asked, his voice low, his eyes soft with concern. his gaze didn’t push you, didn’t demand an answer. he could tell something was off, even if you hadn’t said a word.

you shrugged, trying to make it seem like you were fine, but it didn’t come out quite right. your fingers gripped the phone tighter, an unconscious attempt to hold onto something that felt real.

"just tired," you murmured, eyes still fixed on the screen. you couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact. not now. not when everything felt like it was spinning.

george didn’t press you, though. instead, he leaned back, his hand resting next to yours, and let the silence sit between you two. it was a familiar silence, the kind that felt comfortable when you were with someone who didn’t need constant words to know what was happening. you could feel him there, steady, giving you space without ever making you feel alone.

after a moment, george gently nudged your hand, pulling your phone down just enough to catch your eye. his thumb brushed across your wrist, like a reminder that he was there. "you don’t have to pretend with me," he said, his voice a little softer, as if trying to reach past the walls you’d built.

you looked at him, your stomach twisting with something between guilt and relief. you weren’t sure how to say it, not in the way you wanted to—no one wanted to sound like they were complaining or weak. but with him looking at you, waiting without judgment, it felt like you might be able to say it.

"it’s… it’s just hard, y’know?" your voice cracked slightly, and you quickly wiped at your face, hoping it wouldn’t show. "i feel like… i don’t know. there’s so much pressure. so many opinions from people who don’t even know me. and it’s not even about what they say, it’s just… i can’t shake it. everything feels louder than usual."

george’s hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he gave you a small, reassuring squeeze. "you don’t have to go through this by yourself," he said, his words grounding you in a way you hadn’t realized you needed. "you’ve got me, always. and if you need time to process, that’s okay too. just… don’t think you have to handle all of this alone."

the weight on your chest lightened just a little, his words sinking in slowly. you weren’t sure if you’d be able to move past it all at once, but the feeling of him there—steady, calm—was enough to make the noise feel just a little bit quieter.

you exhaled slowly, a small, shaky breath that felt like it was finally letting go of something. "thanks," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "i don’t know what i’d do without you."

george smiled softly, pulling you in just slightly so that your head rested on his shoulder. "you’ll never have to find out," he murmured, the warmth of his presence surrounding you like a quiet promise. "whenever you need, i’m here. don’t worry about anything else."

[endzithefangirl]

Sleepy interruptions

Authors note: Hello, I'm back. Don't ask why or how I wrote this Max Verstappen blurb, but here we are. Also, I have like 8 more fanfics that I've been working on that I plan on publishing at some point (you can thank @angelussiderum for always reminding me to write).

Summary: An unexpected guest crashes Max's stream

Warnings: English isn't my first language, no use of Y/N, gender not specified but the term 'girlfriend' is used, sleep deprivation? is that a warning

Word count: 516

You hated these long working hours, especially now during the summer. You can hear Max streaming on ‘Red Line’ in the other room. Now, 9.9 times out of ten, you wouldn’t bother him. But… You just haven't seen him in almost 20 hours and it's already 11pm... So, you walk into the streaming room. Max was sitting behind a huge PC that had about 4 screens; his monitors were showing a game that he was playing while he is streaming on his main monitor.

"Come on... come on.... there…!" He mutters as he plays, too caught up in his game to notice you entering the room. You, in your sleep deprivation and probably from too much diet Pepsi, just walk towards him and wrap your arms around him from behind, not giving two shits who sees at this point. His eyes widen as he feels your arms around him and turns his head enough for only you to hear him speak so that the stream doesn't hear him.

"Baby... you know I'm streaming right now…"

You can see he's surprised, but more confused, as you never really walk in when he's streaming. You, again in the sleep deprived state running on practically nothing, kiss his cheek very softly. It was maybe too tender as his face goes red and whatever he was about to say is forgotten. His mind went blank for a moment, his cheeks turning a darker shade of red as he stares at you. He wanted to say something or protest, but he couldn't bring himself to do so, his brain having stopped fully functioning after your unexpected actions.

"B-baby... I'm…" He stutters out, slowly processing what had just happened and trying to regain control by turning his gaze back to the game on his screen. You move away and then leave, your mind taking you straight to bed.

'Ohhh look who just made a stream debut, huh Max?' one of his friends from the stream laughed as Max attempted to compose himself. Max let out a shaky exhale, trying to compose himself enough to respond. "Y-yeah, unexpected cameo from my girlfriend..." He mutters, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke and feeling how warm his cheeks were by now, he knew he probably looked like a tomato.

The chat started to flood with more messages as people saw how flustered Max had been and saw this as an opportunity to tease him

'Looooooool brooo you didn't know what to say to your gf'

'Did she just interrupt your game?'

'Man your cheeks are so red bro are you blushing??'

Max was silently cursing everything and everyone at that moment, including you, even if it was your actions, or lack of actions, that got him into this messy situation in the first place. He took a deep and shaky exhale trying to calm himself down so he could come up with a decent excuse to explain to chat

"Shut up guys... I just wasn't expecting that to happen... my girlfriend usually doesn't come into my room while I'm streaming... obviously"

[ageingfangirl2]

Ran's Little Waitress (Tokyo Revengers - Bonten)

RAN HAITANI X FEMALE READER

CHAPTER SEVEN: BROTHER KNOWS BEST

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE

The knock on the door was light but familiar. You wipe you hands on a tea towel—flour dusted your fingers again—and padded over to open it.

‘Rindou?’ you blink in surprise, noting the lazy grin on his face and the faint smell of cigarette smoke clinging to his hoodie.

He lifted a hand in greeting, ‘Hey. I was just in the neighborhood…’

You tilt your head, brow raised., ‘And you decided to check on me? Or are you here on behalf of Mikey’s sweet tooth?’

Rindou chuckled, ‘Alright, you got me. I heard about the taiyaki. Sanzu won’t shut up about them, and Mikey actually smiled. You broke a curse or something.’

You laugh softly and step aside to let him in, ‘Come in, then. I’ve got a fresh batch cooling.’

His eyes lit up as he sauntered inside, ‘You’re an angel.’

You place a small plate in front of him on the coffee table, along with a cup of tea, then sat across from him on the floor cushion.

Rindou took a bite and moaned dramatically, ‘Okay, yeah, I’d start a cult for these.’

You smile sweetly, ‘You can have as many as you want…’

He paused mid-chew, suspicious, ‘…What’s the catch?’

‘If you convince your brother to let me come back to work. Fully. No slow transition, no weird scheduling.’

Rindou raised a brow, ‘Pretty bold request, angel.’

‘I’m serious,’ you say, tone softer now, but determined, ‘The club told me no hours, no pay. Even if Ran is the one keeping me home. I still have rent. And bills. And groceries to buy. I’ve been stretching my tips but…’

You look away, clearly frustrated to even admit it, ‘I need to work.’

Rindou frowned, ‘You should’ve been paid anyway. That’s some bullshit.’

‘I asked. They said it’s new policy,’ you stare down at your hands, ‘Ran’s trying to protect me, but it doesn’t help if I lose my apartment.’

Rindou set the half-eaten taiyaki down and pulled his phone out.

typing…

To: RanYo, why the hell isn’t the girl being paid while you’ve got her benched? she needs rent money, bro. thought we were classier than that.

You blink at the boldness, ‘You’re just gonna message him like that?’

Rindou gave you a wink, ‘He gets really cooperative when you remind him we’re not running some sketchy dive anymore. Also, you bribed me with god-tier pastries.’

Your lip twitches, ‘So… you’ll back me up?’

He picked his taiyaki back up, smirking, ‘If Ran doesn’t cave, I’ll start a riot over these.’

You grin at him, truly thankful.

‘Besides,’ Rindou added, finishing the last bite, ‘you’re kinda like the team’s unofficial stress baker now. Can’t lose that.’

Club – Manager’s Office, Late Night

Ran’s phone buzzed while he was flipping through invoices in the back office. He glanced at it and rolled his eyes the moment he saw Rindou's message.

Yo, why the hell isn’t the girl being paid while you’ve got her benched? she needs rent money, bro. thought we were classier than that.

Ran’s jaw tensed slightly. That wasn’t supposed to be a thing. He hadn't frozen her pay—he just didn’t want bruises on the floor making VIPs uncomfortable.

He stood up, heading straight for the floor manager’s office, irritation rolling off him like static.

The manager, a smug, mid-level type who fancied himself more important than he was, looked up in surprise as Ran walked in without knocking.

‘Ran-san—’

‘Why isn’t the new girl getting paid?’ Ran asked bluntly, eyes sharp.

The man blinked, ‘Uh, she hasn’t clocked in. Per new club policy—’

‘Whose policy?’ Ran snapped.

The manager hesitated, ‘We revised it last quarter—figured it’d encourage faster returns if the girls weren’t earning during recovery.’

‘So you changed the policy,’ Ran repeated, voice deadly calm, ‘without telling me?’

Silence.

Ran exhaled, slow and steady, then smiled—but it didn’t reach his eyes, ‘You’re going to fix that. Tonight. And she’s getting back pay for every shift she missed.’

‘Yes, sir.’

Ran turned on his heel and walked out, sending a quick text as he did:

To: RindouThat dumbass changed the policy without clearing it. It’s fixed. She’s getting paid + backdated.

Then another, after a moment of hesitation:

To: Y/NThe pay issue’s fixed. You’ll get back pay too. Come back when you're ready.

Y/N’s Apartment

You return from the kitchen with two mismatched bowls and hand one to Rindou.

‘Mint chocolate chip?’ she offered with a small smile, ‘As thanks. For sticking up for me.’

Rindou grinned, clearly pleased, ‘You’re gonna spoil me.’

You sit back down, curling one leg beneath you on the couch, ‘Well, you’ve earned it.’

He took a bite and let out a satisfied hum, ‘You’re seriously a great host, you know that?’

You duck your head with a soft laugh, ‘Thanks…I guess I had a very old-fashioned upbringing.’

That piqued his interest, ‘Oh yeah?’

You shrug a little, ‘After my parents died in a house fire, I moved in with my grandparents. They were…traditional. Real big on manners, cooking, keeping a home tidy. My grandma always said it was important, because when I found the right guy, I’d leave work and be a full-time wife.’

Rindou blinked, ‘Huh. That’s kinda old-school.’

‘Very,’ you say with a small chuckle, ‘She meant well, though. I think it was her way of making sure I could survive. Even if she thought that meant baking and dusting.’

‘You can survive,’ Rindou said, looking at her over his spoon, ‘You handled that club better than half the veterans.’

You give him a half-smile, ‘Thanks. I’m still not sure I’m built for it. But it pays the bills, and I like making people smile.’

Rindou leaned back, watching you a moment longer, ‘You’ve got backbone. And killer baking skills. Honestly, that’s a dangerous combo.’

You roll your eyes playfully, ‘Yeah, I’m a real threat.’

He smirked, ‘Hey, some guys are into that whole ‘sweet with a mean whisk’ vibe.’

You snort with laughter, and for a moment, things felt easy again.

The cozy apartment smelled faintly of sugar, vanilla, and freshly cleaned countertops. You hum softly to yourself as you stand in the kitchen rinsing some dishes before carefully placing them in the dish rack to dry.

Rindou lounged on your couch, lazily scrolling through his phone with one hand, the other still holding the now-empty bowl of ice cream. The place felt warm, safe. Peaceful. Nothing like the usual grimy chaos of Bonten’s nightlife.

His phone buzzed.

Ran:Where the hell are you? You were supposed to be back by now.

Rindou smirked to himself, thumb hovering before he replied.

Rindou:Still at your girl’s place.

Ran:…My what?

Rindou:She’s taking very good care of me, nii-san. Real sweet. Real soft. Even gave me a warm dessert and called me a good guest.

Rindou stifled a laugh as he watched the little dots appear—Ran was typing. Then stopping. Then typing again.

Ran:She’s not my anything. Don’t mess with the staff.

Rindou:Too late. She’s winning me over. You snooze, you lose.

Ran didn’t respond right away.

Meanwhile, completely oblivious, you walk back over with a folded dish towel, gently wiping the condensation ring from Rindou’s glass on the table.

‘You don’t have to clean up after me,’ he said with a grin, watching her work.

‘It’s a habit,’ you say, glancing up with a soft smile, ‘Grandma always said a guest in your home should feel like royalty.’

‘Guess I’m a prince now,’ he teased.

You roll your eyes but didn’t disagree, ‘Besides, you stuck up for me. That counts for something.’

Just then, Rindou’s phone buzzed again.

Ran:You better be gone before she starts knitting you a damn sweater.

Rindou snorted and tossed the phone aside, clearly entertained.

‘What’s so funny?’ you ask curiously.

‘Nothing,’ he lied easily, ‘Just my brother being paranoid.’

You tilt your head, ‘About what?’

Rindou just grinned, ‘You, apparently.’

You blink, ‘Me?’

‘You make people soft,’ he said casually, ‘It’s dangerous.’

You look flustered for a second, unsure if it was a compliment or a warning, but before you could answer, Rindou stood and stretched.

‘I should probably go before Ran actually shows up at your door.’

You walk him to the entrance, ‘Thanks again… for everything.’

He glanced down at you, his expression softer now, ‘Anytime. And hey, if you knit me something, make it in black.’

You laugh as he walked out, and behind the closed door, Rindou smirked, pulling his phone out again.

Rindou:She’s safe. And you owe her a real apology for not checking that damn policy sooner. Also… your poker face is slipping, nii-san.

Ran’s Apartment

Ran sat on the edge of his couch, his phone resting on the armrest beside him, untouched for several minutes now. The city outside buzzed faintly through his window—faraway sirens, the hum of traffic, laughter in the distance—but none of it touched him.

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hair falling slightly into his face as he stared blankly ahead.

She’s not my anything. The words he sent Rindou echoed back at him like a hollow laugh. You weren’t. Just an employee. A damn good one, sure—but plenty of girls had come and gone. Charming, talented, beautiful. None of them stuck in his mind like this.

You weren’t even trying.

No flashy flirtation, no feigned sweetness to crawl up the social ladder. You made cookies and tea, offered ice cream like it was a sacred ritual, and cleaned up water rings from the damn coffee table like it actually mattered.

You make people soft.Rindou’s words. Too accurate for comfort.

Ran sat back with a soft exhale, eyes trailing up to the ceiling. He thought about how you looked opening your apartment door—ice pack pressed to your cheek, bruises slowly fading, that same nervous but kind smile on your face. How you flinched when that asshole grabbed your wrist. How you apologised for it afterwards, like you’d done something wrong.

His jaw clenched.

He hadn’t missed the bandages on your knees. When Rindou mentioned that little throwaway line about quitting your job to stay home once you ‘found someone’ made something curl in his chest.

He rubbed a hand over his face. You’re not getting soft, he told himself. You’re protecting the investment. That’s all. You brought in tips. Kept the VIPs smiling. Kept Rindou from being a complete pain in the ass. You were valuable. That’s why it mattered. Right?

His phone buzzed.

Rindou:Sweet dreams, prince. She said I can have more cookies tomorrow. Maybe I’ll bring Mikey.

Ran scowled.

Ran:Touch her cookies and die.

He paused, then threw his phone across the couch, running a hand through his hair.

‘…Shit.’

Yeah. He was getting soft.

[sirxlla]

Better Late Than Never

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Warnings: Fluff 🥰

Prompt: He's always late but you're understanding. (request: @nesting-dreams )

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

If there was one thing that stressed Dick out, it was trying to balance his work, life, and sleep schedule in the limited time that was twenty-four hours. There wasn't even remotely any pressure from you, even if he felt there was; he's a goddamn superhero; The guy is busy, of course, he is. No matter how many times you tell Dick that it's okay, he just won't remove that weight from his shoulders.

Date night...Oh, you were so excited. You got cleaned up real spiffy, the dress, the heals, the makeup, and the lingerie you sneakily had under your dress on the off chance he actually had the time or made it cause, let's face it, Dick always makes time for that, your sex life is awesome even if it was quick some times. The things he often struggled with were the things that took longer, the talking and dates, and such.

Thirty minutes had passed by and the waiter asked if there was gonna be someone else to which you politely reminded him yes there is. The waiter was being rather annoying as he kept trying to make sly comments about not keeping you waiting and how he'd never do that. You rolled your eyes in your mind but smiled.

"Well, I appreciate it but I have a boyfriend." You said as politely as one could considering how rude and frustrating this man was being.

"What boyfriend? I don't see him and you could do so much better..." The waiter boasted he was unattractive in looks but even more so in his continuing attitude, so when even though Dick showed up out of breath and covered in sweat, it was a relief.

"Just on time." You smile as you looked at Dick even though he and you both knew he was damn sure not on time.

"Just on time, it's been forty mi-" He stops as you give him a look to help him become aware of the situation, to which he clears his throat.

"Yeah, you're right, Baby," Dick says with a smile as he slightly dead-eyes the waiter so he gets the message. Thankfully the waiter gets it even as he looks at Dick judgementally cause of his clothes.

"Hey, I'm so sorry; I- the bat bike broke down, and I ran the rest of the way here. I- I promise, I didn't forge-" Stopped by your hand, reaching across the table to gently fix his hair.

"You don't have to explain anything to me, Honey. You know that."

"But I- I should have been on time."

"Yeah, Shame on you. I nearly melted into a puddle like the Wicked Witch." You teased trying to distract him from his worries.

"I mean, that would be awful; that would not be how I picture that dress on the floor tonight." He quipped as he almost forgot his worry.

"Exactly, so it's good when you arrived at all." You smiled and grabbed his hand across the table to calm him.

"I just hate that I do this over and over." He looks into your eyes as he talks, worry in every single bit of his being, in his tone and shoulders, in his eyes and his fast heartbeat.

"Dick, No one is putting pressure on you in this relationship, just you. Okay? I get busy too, I get it. Okay?" You nod as you ask hoping he'll understand a bit or it'll at least curb his fears for the night. He nods and another sever approches, a woman.

"Sorry, your other server stepped out." She smiles as she speaks.

"Oh, thank god." You and Dick say that same time on accident before you both try to apologize.

"No, it's nothing Garrett's a complete asshole." She whispers before getting your drinks and leaves to give you a few minutes for the menu. A bit passes, and she comes back and hands over those drinks and gets your orders. She grabs the menus and she's on her way.

"You sure you're not ma-"

"Richard, if I hear about it one more time."

"I just-"

"No. Take a deep breath and look into my eyes. Does this look like someone who's upset?" You asked and forced him to look up at you with a bit by gently guiding his chin. His anxiety melted with that one look into the depths of your eyes, the layers of love, compassion, and care in them calming his worry.

"N- No."

"You're right. I'm not, so don't think I am okay. Don't ever think I am? I could never be upset with you for saving lives and kicking ass. I know what I got into when I got with you, and what I got is a badass boyfriend who I couldn't imagine was real like you've been plucked from my sweetest dreams."

"Cheesey...That was cheesy." He quips as he tries to tear up. "Like ten pounds of different flavors." He looks up trying to dry the tears by making it seem like he's looking at the light. He takes a breath and realizes his anxiety is just getting bad.

"If I ever lost you, I'd go mad." He states and kisses your knuckles, rubbing his pillowy lips across them to calm himself.

Your food arrives, and shortly after eating and on the way home, he also begins to realize he was just hungry as well, and that was contributing to it. He offered to drive your vehicle home since you had a bit of wine which, of course, you said yes. He kept his hand in yours reminding himself to add this to the list of moments in his brain to remind himself of when he gets anxious or worried.

You looked gorgeous, and he kept glancing at you, realizing you fell asleep at some point, and his heart swelled. He parks the car shortly after when he arrives at the manor. Dick can't bring himself to wake you, so he carries you inside. He gets you to the room; he knows he should wake you so you don't sleep in your makeup, but he just can't make himself.

Dick lays you down and undoes the buckle straps on your heels, gently setting them down. He unzips the dress and peels it off you only to be met with the lingerie, which causes him to let out a verbal but quiet "Damn it."

He smiles and undresses before heading to shower to rinse off the sweat residue. Dick wanted nothing more than to go to bed, but he wasn't tired, and this insomnia was kicking his ass, so he got on his laptop and scrolled around for a while looking at things from suit upgrades to engagement rings, before feeling tired enough to cuddle up against his sweet girl.

Masterlist

Send me prompts if youd like. 💙

[lascvitae]

if its okay can i request aespa as your gf headcanons please… i literally love your writing soo much

—🎧

♯┆aespa as your girlfriend .ᐟ

synopsis. aespa as your girlfriend headcanons!!

pairing. aespa x fem!reader warnings. kinda suggestive?? genre. fluff!

now playing. every summertime by niki thinkin bout you by katie only by leehi sweet & easy by wonder girls bonnie & clyde by yuqi girl by oceanfromtheblue raise y_our glass by huh yunjin summer in love by saay die for you by the weeknd

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ katty ᥫ᭡: YOOO HI OFCCC 😻😻😻 sorry it’s so late i literally fell asleep earlier LOLZ also another double post i spoil yall sm 😔😔

masterlist.

───𝓚ARINA

☒ would LOVEEEE teasing you, like you wouldn’t ever get a break

☒ “what’d you say about my hairstyle again that one time?” with a large smirk on her face.

☒ wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off of you, expect a lot of skinship

☒ shows you all the songs she has obsessions with

☒ “baby listen to this! it reminds me of us” 🥺

☒ very attentive, knows everything about you and notices everything about you

☒ SOOO cheesy like such a loser for you

☒ listens to you while you yap about your interests

☒ would watch all your favorite shows with you

☒ loves buying you things, no matter the price

☒ “i saw you looking at this when we went shopping so i got it for you!”

☒ her favorite dates with you would be the ones where you’re indoors, cuddling eachother and watching a movie

☒ very protective of you and can get jealous, even tho she won’t show it ☹️☹️ (you can always tell when she pouts)

☒ your pain is definitely her pain

☒ “hey, hey, hey. who said that? who said you aren’t good enough? you’re perfect, angel. and if not to the rest of the world then to most. me, all of aespa, your friends. we see how beautiful you are.”

☒ leaves cute little messages for you after that, her baby has to see how much she means to her

☒ loves to kiss your forehead, stems from her being so caring

☒ appreciates you so much && shows it in ANY way she possibly can

─── 𝓖ISELLE

☒ loves taking pictures of you. i just know it. YOUR BIGGEST SIMP

☒ “why are you laughing aeri??” “oh, nothing. i was just looking at this picture i took of you the other day.”

☒ your biggest fan, like she cheers for every single accomplishment you get

☒ looks at you with hearts in her eyes whenever you speak

☒ LOVES to bicker with you playfully, she’d be such a fun and silly gf

☒ “can we go get crumbl??” “i guess… only because i want cookies though” 🙄

☒ shows you off in any way she possibly can, has a whole folder for you

☒ “oh her? nah, she ain’t a model. she’s my girlfriend.” so cheesy

☒ all her captions would be love songs, girl’s in deep

☒ expect random compliments and ‘i love yous’

☒ absolutely LOVES when you wear her clothes, probably buys them only thinking you would wear them

☒ loves going on late night drives with you & listening music

☒ loves to makeout with you in the car

☒ her favorite dates with you would be at the arcade or amusement park, mostly bc she loves the little games you guys play, even if they’re dumb af

☒ “i bet i can beat you in mario kart!” “you wish!”

☒ “i can eat my ice cream faster than you.” “as if.”

☒ puts you first always, there’s nothing more important to her

☒ loves kissing your hand because she noticed it calms you down and it’s also something quick (since she loves kissing you sm)

───𝓦INTER

☒ puppy gf puppy gf PUPPY GF

☒ did i mention shes a puppy gf?

☒ look… ima try my hardest not to be biased bc i love me some minjeong 🫦🫦

☒ clingy af

☒ extremely giggly around you, thinks you’re the funniest person on earth

☒ has on her rose tinted glasses on around you ALWAYS

☒ like in her head yall are two cats in love with eachother

☒ the shy girlfriend that always wants your attention && is secretly weird af

☒ loves when you play with her hair, especially after a long day of practice

☒ LOVES sleeping/laying in bed with you

☒ just loves doing anything with you actually

☒ can sit with you in silence and mumble ‘i love you’ after every few minutes

☒ “mm… five more minutes?”

☒ loves to go on shopping sprees with you but her favorite dates would be the ones where you guys go stargazing or sightseeing

☒ imagine you and minjeong sitting at the picnic blanket, pointing at all the different stars and comparing them to each other

☒ “this is nothing compared to your eyes.” “you’re so cheesy, y/n!” she loves it

☒ always asking you what hair color she should get next, she just values your opinion sm

☒ loves hanging out with you

☒ she loves teaching you things

☒ loves kissing your lips bc it’s the sweetest form of affection to her

☒ you’re one of her biggest motivators, like she loves bringing you to the studio and to photoshoots

☒ “i’ll just only be a few minutes late on stage… i wanna stay in bed with you a little longer.” you can never say no to her

───𝓝INGNING

☒ so down bad for you

☒ everyone will point out how happy shes been lately and she’ll just laugh and go “yeah, i started talking to y/n” with the most obvious blush ever

☒ loves talking to you… your voice is her favorite song

☒ could spend everyday on the phone with you fr

☒ loves singing to you, would always be serenading you

☒ makes you playlists 24/7 and sings the songs when you listen to them together

☒ loves making vlogs & videos with you

☒ “hey guys! me and the wife just got chipotle and she found an ant in her food!! it’s real y’all…” “oh my god ning—“ and the video ends there

☒ takes pictures of you when she thinks you aren’t looking then laughs it off once she gets caught

☒ her favorite dates would be the ones where yall go out to eat (and always get a noise complaint)

☒ she would just love going out with you period, no matter where

☒ “y/n look at this” as she pulls the bangs back on the wednesday doll…

☒ loves the giddy feeling she gets when you cheer her on, makes her want to work harder

☒ loves to post subtle things about you, she loves the idea of being in love with you

☒ lets you hear all of the aespa demo songs and see all their albums before they come out (even sneaks you one)

☒ loves holding your hand, like she will drag you along when shes excited

☒ still finds it so crazy that yall are together… she just loves you so bad fr

☒ loves it when you kiss her cheeks and loves kissing your nose

☒ matching fits

☒ “can i post this on instagram? i want everyone to see how pretty we look together.”

permanent taglist — @saysirhc