#sorry if the baby speech is annoying

[hypewinter]

Hal bent down as the little girl approached him. Even then, he still managed to tower over her with how small she was.

"Hey there little lady," he said. "Anything I can help you with this fine evening?"

The little girl looked at him anxiously, fiddling with her hands. Ok so not a nervous fan. Hal immediately switched to serious mode, scanning the crowd for anyone who could be her parents. He didn't see anyone running up to the two of them or even so much as keeping a watchful eye from a distance.

"Is something the matter?" Hal questioned, making sure to keep his voice even and calm.

The girl continued fidgeting, her big blue eyes scanning from side to side. Finally she spoke. "You wiff da space po-eece yes? Not da am-ear-ree-ca one?"

Hal smiled at the girl. "Yes, I'm with the space police." Honestly that was oversimplifying the Corps a little but he had long since gotten to citizens calling him a space cop.

The girl offered up a small nervous smile of her own. "So you won't tell da gov-ment what I tell you wight?"

Hal was on high alert now. Just what was this little girl trying to tell him? "I won't tell. I promise," he said after a second.

The girl broke into a big smile at this. "Really? Dis way den." She started tugging Hal along and he began to follow.

"Where exactly are we going?" he asked.

"You see," was all she replied.

Hal was led down a couple different alleyways and was beginning to think he was walking into a trap when they reached an abandoned building. The girl dashed in and up the old rusted stairs, with Hal following closely behind her.

If this really is a trap, I'll never hear the end of it from Batman, he thought morbidly as he cleared the last step. Instead of finding himself facing an ambush however, he saw a boy curled up on an old mattress. The girl was already by his side as Hal approached.

"Don wowee Danny, I got help. Like I said I would," he caught the little girl whispering as he knelt down next to the boy. He had to have been older than the girl. Three years older maybe? Yet he was still so small. Hal took sight of his condition. He was in pain. That much was certain by his little face scrunched up in agony and his quiet moans. He was also sweating profusely. His raven black hair sticking to his forehead. Fever maybe?

Hal continued his observations as he scanned down the boy's body until he got to his stomach. The boy was clutching it and Hal could make out blood bleeding through from underneath. Oh no.

He quickly yet carefully removed the boy's arm to get a better look at the wound. The kid let out a groan as his arm was peeled away. Hal couldn't help but thank Oa for all his training that helped prevent him from letting out a gasp.

The boy's chest was covered in blood. Dark red mixed with flecks of green soaked through his shirt and there were bandages that had been amateurishly tied around the wound.

"How did this happen?" Hal asked, turning back to the girl. He did his best to keep his tone as gentle as possible.

Her smile was gone now, and her eyes welled up with tears. "He pwotected me," she said. "Dey wanted to huwrt us. Dey shot at us. Danny pwotected me."

Anger boiled within Hal. Who would shoot at these children? They were only little kids. If what the girl had said earlier was anything to go off of, the answer had something to do with the government. He would have to take care of that later though. For now, this boy needed medical attention.

"Let's get Danny to a hospital," Hal said resolutely, as he got up.

"No!" the little girl screeched. "No has-pee-tail. Too dan-er-us!"

"But he needs-" Hal started but then he met the girl's eyes. There was abject fear in them. As if going to the hospital would be a death sentence for both children. Where else were they supposed to go though? The boy- Danny needed medical attention stat. That much was certain.

Hal paused. There was one place. He sighed. Batman was going to kill him for this.

"Okay okay. No hospital. But what about space?"

"Space?" the girl repeated.

Hal nodded.

The little girl smiled. "Danny lobes space!"

"Well then. That's perfect."

Hal constructed a new bed for the boy, carefully easing him onto it before putting a protective dome around both children. The little girl giggled as he lifted them up. He then turned to the wall where he created a giant hammer to knock it down. Then they were off. Flying higher and higher, towards the atmosphere. As the Watchtower got closer in sight, Hal couldn't help but groan. Taking civilians to the Watchtower? Oh yeah, Batman was definitely going to kill him.

[kinokoshoujoart]

this mf really can, without ever meeting you (since you can skip the town introductions now) show up on your doorstep exactly a year after you arrive with some kind of gigolo application. it’s entirely possible for this to be your first ever interaction with him.

[widowmaxff]

bad day

pairings: wanda maximoff × fem!reader

warnings: angst (with happy ending), arguing, reader crying, depressed reader — I think that's all!

When you heard your front door slam shut, you knew Wanda had a bad day on work today. This was actually normal for the two of you, you talk to her and she tells you about the time at the place, having your help so she calms down and everything is okay. And that always worked, you usually ended those days eating pizza in bed while watching your favorite series on TV.

The redhead mumbles loudly as she walks with strong steps, throwing the keys on the living room table where you were, without even saying hello. You get up from the couch quickly, soon following your fiancée up the white staircase to finally reach your shared bedroom. Your gaze reaches Wanda, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with her hands on her face and her elbows resting on her knees. You calmly approach the redhead, thinking of words of comfort for her.

"Wands, are you okay?" You ask, making her laugh ironically before raising her face towards you, which was red, but you didn't know if it was from anger or from running tears.

"What do you think?" You swallow hard at the stiffness in her voice that would normally be sweet and calm. "Don't be an idiot, Y/n. Obviously I'm not okay." You contort your face at those words that came out of your bride's pink mouth. She rolls her eyes when she sees the expression on your face, getting up and going to the closet in your suite.

"Wanda, I was just trying to help you. You don't need to take out your anger on me because you have nothing nice to say to me." You follow behind the girl, who mumbles when she hears your words, but receives only silence in return. "Baby, you can talk and vent to me, you know that. We always do this when you have a bad day."

"For God, Y/n. Just leave me alone, okay?" She shouts in your direction, making you startle and take a step back. "Stop wanting to be an annoying, poor attention-seeking person all the time! Why don't you do something useful instead of getting in the way, hum?" The redhead shoots.

"What the hell! Can't I have a day where I can have a little space?" You feel your throat close as you hear all those hateful words directed at you. Your breathing became unregulated and you felt a great burning sensation in your eyes. Wanda had her fists clenched as she waited for something to come out of her mouth.

"Cat got your tongue now?" She takes a step forward, but you step back, afraid of her. Your fiancée's eyes get darker when she sees that you weren't feeling safe being around her, this wasn't normal.

Wanda knew that you were very insecure about yourself, having thoughts about always disturbing other people's lives and when she talked about you doing this and being annoying, her heart seemed to break into a thousand pieces that would take a long time to put back together. Her speech repeated in your head as you thought about what to say to your fiancée.

"I..." Your lips tremble, almost letting out a sob in the middle of his speech. "Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you." A solitary tear falls from your eyes, making Wanda feel guilty, but her jaw is still clenched. "I'll be in the guest room if you want to talk... or anything else. I will leave you alone. Sorry, Wanda." You turn on your heel as you poke your fingers to ease the nervousness.

Walking out of the room towards the other, trying to hold back the crying sobs that were coming out of your throat. You normally didn't cry in front of your fiancee, you hated doing that, but when she shot those words at you it felt like mean people had put pepper in your eyes and you were trying not to care about it.

When the door to the guest room was locked, the air you were holding in your lungs was finally released, along with the tears trapped in the corners of your eyes. You disturbed people. You were annoying. It was what was repeated in your mind by several voices, but the worst of them was Wanda's, the person who made you want to live every day, but at that moment you just wanted to die and maybe never get in anyone's way again. She never yelled at you or made you feel what you felt now, so the pain felt more unbearable than it already was.

You felt your legs go soft and fall onto the double bed. Your body came together, almost as if you were giving yourself a hug. Placing your left hand over your mouth so that the noises of your crying wouldn't be heard and wouldn't bother Wanda's bad day even more. Your eyes were so tired and red, it felt like the water hadn't stopped falling for so long that you allowed yourself to sleep without your bride's cozy arms.

When morning arrived, you thought about not leaving your room, not even getting out of bed. But despite everything that had happened, you longed to talk to the redhead again, to apologize again. So, when you heard the click of the lock, you took a deep breath and stood in the large hallway of your house. You walked down the stairs towards the kitchen, smelling your favorite breakfast. The red hair was the first thing you saw when you entered the room. Her back was turned as she prepared something on the stove.

Wanda seemed to sense you in the kitchen, quickly turning to look at your swollen face from last night's crying. She sighed deeply before walking up to you and looking into your eyes, which she adored so much. "Can I hug you?" She asks, you clearly agree.

The basis of your relationship was consent, due to some past traumas and insecurities. When she puts her arms around you you feel your body relax into her touch. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't want to say those words... I had a bad day and I know that doesn't justify anything, but I swear I regret every word I said to you."

You don't say anything, because if you said something, you would probably burst into tears again and your eyes were so sore that it was tiring to leave them open. "I know you won't forgive me right away, but know that I love you so much and I regret it so much. You're nothing like I said..." Wanda rambles. "on the contrary, you are the most amazing person to be around. The sweetest person who certainly shines with kindness wherever you go. You would never, ever get in my way, darling." She continues whispering beautiful words to you, making your heart soften at her words. "I love you, never forget that."

"I love you lots too." You finally say, with a hoarse and low voice. "I forgive you, Wanda. But promise me one thing?"

"Whatever you want, my love."

"Promise never to yell at me again? Please." Your voice falters a few times in the short sentence, making Wanda want to beat herself for making you suffer.

"Oh Love. I promise, of course I promise." She looks you in the eyes, caressing your rosy cheeks. "I swear on everything I will never do that to you again." Wanda tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before placing a small kiss on your forehead. You nod at her, faithfully believing her words.

"How about we eat your favorite breakfast now, hum? I don't want to see you with that sad face, I want to try to reward you by making your hunger go away." You laugh before firmly cupping Wanda's face and placing a smacking kiss on her pink mouth. Your day certainly got better when you felt your bride's lips and it will be much better when you enjoy every moment with the love of your life.

[jjuniehao]

[02:39 pm]: bang chan

“come on, you need some fresh air!” you whine, squeezing chan’s cheeks when he still won’t budge, “maybe touching some grass, too. all you do is sit in this stuffy room, you probably have brain cells dying by the minute!”

chan breaks through his straight-faced demeanour and snorts at you, hands finding your waist and pulling you onto his lap, chin resting on your shoulder.

“baby, i’d love to, really. i wanna go on a real date with you so bad, but right now i just can’t spare the time, i’m sorry,” he mumbles, imagining the scowl you’re most likely wearing on your face right now, pressing a kiss behind your ear in hopes of soothing you a little.

his hopes be damned. though.

you groan, taking your boyfriend by surprise when you rise up from his lap, placing your hands on his shoulders and bending your knees to be on eye level with him.

“listen, mister. i get it, okay? i get it so hard— really, i understand, work is demanding and it’s hard to stay on top,” the serious look on your face makes him break out in a goofy smile, nodding along in hopes of maybe, perhaps receiving some praise for being such a diligent, hard worker from his favourite person…?

“but,” your tone drastically changes, furrowed eyebrows and lips pulled into a pout he’d really love to kiss instead of having you rip into him and his “capitalistic victim mindset” that “keeps him working until he eventually disintegrates with no trace left since he lived to work instead of working to live.”

pretty dramatic, but he gets your point. kinda.

“i’ve tried it all. i tried to be all caring and gentle to get you to take a break for just one night, i even brought cupcakes!”

“they were so good, ba—“

“i tried to be strict, i tried to be all smart and brought up all the health issues overworking and stress can cause,” chan looks at you sheepishly, feeling a little guilty for getting you so worried and desperate, though it also makes his heart flutter in a weird, twisted way.

“so i’m just going to be honest, and maybe a little selfish, and you’ll be the good boyfriend i know you are and agree with me, okay?” chan blinks at you, and before he can even come up with a counter, you have his cheeks cupped in your hands, determined eyes boring into his.

“i miss you. i miss spending time with you. i want my boyfriend. you always say i’m allowed to be a little selfish, so i’m cashing that in right now. i want to be selfish and i want you to go and have this cute little picnic i prepared. i even made mini sandwiches. do you know how annoying it is to cut lettuce into little squares?” chan stays quiet for a while. every second of silence makes the confidence you had built up shatter a little more, your eyes starting to nervously dart all over his face.

suddenly, you’re pulled back into his lap, face in his hands, cheeks squished, frantic kisses planted all over your face.

“wah, you’re so cute. what am i gonna do with you? how am i gonna work from now on when all i’ll be able to think about is your little speech?” he whines, pressing a kiss to your lips every few words, making you burst out in giggles he loves so much. “is that a yes?” the hopefulness in your voice makes chan melt, stealing another quick kiss from you.

“yeah but also no? i have maybe,” he reaches towards his phone laying on the desk, checking the time, “around 20 minutes. think we can make it outside, eat, and be back in that time?” chan is almost sure you’ll refuse, upset that he can’t spare you a little more time. instead, you practically shoot up from his lap, “well, then what are you waiting for?”

and with that you’re flying out the door and down the hall, chan scrambling to catch up with you, stupid lovestruck smile on his face.

part of the bucketlist boyfriends series

*i can’t link it since it messes w the tags </3

[shanniethewr]

in loving arms

summary: men are cruel as they disgustingly label women lower than them. as unfortunate as it may seem, you fortunately have your dearest who proves that he's not as low as the vile creatures.

warnings: boys being disgusting, harassment, past toxic relationships, sexual harassment, name-calling (slut, whore), swearing, assault, mentions of violence, lowkey ooc

characters: albedo, cyno, kazuha, lyney, and tighnari gn!reader but implied having feminine items such as a purse lowercase intended + not proofread

ALBEDO

traversing through mondstadt was another mundane routine for you, helping the citizens with their troubles and whatnot. fortunately, things had been far more peaceful ever since the traveler had came and gave leeway for peace in the city of freedom.

but that didn't mean horrid things would suddenly stop overnight. oh no, definitely not. because the least you expected was to find yourself in a vacant room in the favonious headquarters, surrounded by what people call the knights.

"heh. you know you shouldn't be walking around with those skimpy clothes you got, looking like a slut." you cringed, feeling a shiver down your spine as you stepped backward from the nearing hand.

"you're absolutely disgusting. how the hell have you become a knight with that filthy attitude? archons, i feel truly disappointed for your parents." you spat with venom in your tone, the consequence for that was angering the knight.

"a feisty one, hah?" he grinned with a sickening feeling, and his hands soon laid on your body, groping in places it shouldn't be. "stop it!" you yelled, thrashing around, attempting to pull the man away. you were no fighter, and that was obvious.

you felt nauseous, you couldn't even comprehend the words that were being said. you just wanted to go see albedo, why must the world play and pull on the strings of your life?

"to think such behavior was conducted in the headquarters filled with people who's desires are to protect the people, not to harass them... truly disappointing." a familiar voice, the speech was relaxed, if not, unfazed. however, there was a tone of hostility, dripping with poison.

albedo, whose eyes are glimmering with disgust and anger, a contrast to his gentle and calm expression. "c-chief alchemist!" you took the opportunity to slip away, quick to get to albedo's side and taking his hand in yours, an attempt of comforting yourself and to soothe the chalk prince's anger.

"i'm sorry my dear, have i not been caught up with affairs, this wouldn't have happened." albedo said, eyes softening when meeting with yours, lips on your forehead as you relished in his calming presence. "you can go wait outside, i'll just deal with some unnecessary variables."

ushered to exit the room, you saw nothing, but you sure did hear the sound of a fist meeting with a face along with the cries of the knight begging for forgiveness.

CYNO

being a scholar in the akademiya and the rumored beloved of the general mahamatra was not a peaceful matter as you thought of it before. fortunately, it had its perks, the downside was that some people just forget about it.

"c'mon baby, let's just forget the past and move on, 'kay?" the man, boy, you used to call your lover has been invading your personal privacy and has been continuously annoying you about it.

'how the hell did he even find me...' you thought, gritting your fists as you stood up from your seat, being agitated for far too long. "hey! don't ignore me babe!"

exiting lambad's tavern, the night sky of sumeru looks down upon your figure along with the radiant stars. the scenery would be perfect for a romantic and dreamy moment, but unfortunately, an irritating being is stuck to you like a leech, having no intention of letting go.

"can you fucking stop!?" you yelled after the constant annoyance of the presence following you for archons knows how long, stunning your ex, standing in shock at your sudden outburst. "there's no future for the two of us! if you wanted one, you should've treated me like the way you want to be treated! i will never go back to the likes of you again."

"is that how you treat me? after i took care and loved you for so long!?" that was all you needed to snap, as the loud sound of a slap was heard echoing in the quiet, empty streets of sumeru.

"took care of me!? what the hell are you talking about you bastard!? i was the one who did all of your unfinished works and projects, i was the one making money!! you, you ungrateful bastard always took the savings i had just to buy some useless pair of jewelry only to find out you were giving it to some other girl!"

tears brimmed your eyes as you felt your throat becoming hoarse after every second of yelling at the awful man in front of you. archons, you just wanted to have a peaceful drink at a tavern, not to meet the person you hated the most.

because damn, he was acting like a fucking weed.

"hah!? you're really starting to become more disobedient now, talking back to me." you yelped in pain as he pulled on your hair, kneeing your stomach as you coughed in pain.

"where's your lover now, huh? don't tell me all of those rumors were fake." he chuckled evilly as you sob from the pain.

and everything went like a blur, you heard your ex howling in pain along with the sounds of bones being broken. not soon after, you were cradled in strong arms against a sturdy chest, the very action soothed your pain and worries.

"you weren't home my love, don't worry, i'm here now, i won't let anything bother you from now on." cyno's stern yet gentle voice brought you to reality as you melted in his embrace.

cyno's amber eyes soon turned into the eyes of a predator eyeing its prey, a frown on his lips, one of anger. "and as for you. i recommend you not to bother them anymore, less you want to be enclosed behind cold bars, feel free to take up the offer anytime."

your ex panicked, taking off in fear. your lover huffed, soon carrying you in his sturdy arms. "sorry cyno, for.. making you worry." you quietly stated against his chest as he remained quiet for a few moments before speaking.

"please, don't. it's my duty to make sure you're safe and loved, so no matter what, i trust that you will rely on me in times of need."

KAZUHA

you leisurely walked into the streets of inazuma, enjoying the taste of freedom after the sakoku decree was abolished, there was a new upbeat in the city and the people were thriving.

that was only a few minutes ago, until you found yourself in a quiet alleyway with a weird man cornering you. "you shouldn't have gone walking around like that, you filthy whore, that desperate for attention?"

there wasn't anything special about your clothes, a typical inazuman outfit with a few alterations thanks to your dear friend, ayaka, who told the seamstress to add a few decorations, claiming it would brighten your beauty more.

"you creep. just because the sakoku decree was abolished, that doesn't mean you can just waltz in and start sexualizing our cultural outfit! have you not heard of respect!?" you countered, glaring at the man as your grip on your purse tightened, you should've asked kazuha for some martial lessons at the very least.

"but i can do whatever the hell i want. it's your fault for wearing those clothes." his hand was on your shoulder, attempting to pull down the sleeves as you thrashed your arms around.

"NO! STOP IT!" you hated this, you wanted to run, scream. but how could you do that when you're pinned against the wall as the man was grinning evilly? you prayed for the archons to at least save you from this moment.

and fortunately enough, your prayers were answered.

"attempting to sexually assault on an unwilling individual, much less my beloved, you've inclined me to do worse than having you rot behind the bars of inazuma." a voice so gentle yet cold and stern, kazuha spoke, hands gripped into a fist, "who the hell are you!?"

"just a wanderer passing by. now, if you'd allow me..." the samurai was quick to act on his feet, punching the stranger, causing him to falter and fall to his knees. kazuha immediately embraced you in his loving arms, lightly combing his fingers through your locks in hopes of soothing your shaking figure as he hid your partially clothed body from anyone's eyes.

"i'm sorry for taking so long, my dove. from now on, i swear on my name to never let you experience such things again. i will be your sword and i will protect you until death does us part."

LYNEY

the quiet atmosphere of the backstage was what you needed after a tiring night of endless cheering for your lover's and his sister's performance. undoubtedly, their performance was always pristine and beautiful, like always.

most of the staff had already packed away and home they went, for sleep had fallen among most of the people in fontaine. you were simply waiting for lyney as promised, claiming he had to go finish a quick task, leaving you alone in the empty opera.

the least you expected was to find yourself on the floor with a man you feared, on top of you with a terrifying grin on his lips. he has your hands pinned above your head as you weakly kick your legs around, only for it to be held down with his legs.

"i never expected you to wait like an obedient puppy for a man other than me! i think you deserve to be punished, i mean, come on, cheating already when we're just taking a break?"

you gritted your teeth in agitation, "the hell do you mean break? we broke up years ago! who the hell said we're still together?" you spat, glaring hard against the man on top of you.

"is that so? then i have no choice but to force you, it's your fault for doing this to me. if only you could've acted like you would with that filthy magician." a blade, seemingly out of nowhere was in his possession, lightly pressing it against your cheek as your breath hitched.

"knock it off!" you yelled, thrashing your limbs around as the man let out a disgusting laugh, enjoying the suffering he was putting you through.

"trespassing in the backstage is not something for audiences like you, especially when you dare to attack mon trésor, is something that i will not let go of lightly regardless of the circumstances." lyney said, his charming smile was seen yet his aura was the contrast of the magician lyney. he is upset, in the sense of madness.

"hah! what can you even do? throw cards at me?" the man chortled, you however, were subtly trying to escape from his grasp which lyney noticed. with a snap of his fingers, you found yourself in the arms of the one you dearly loved. "what!?"

"oh, i'll do something far worse than that. you see, i've been wanting to test out a new magic trick, one where they saw and tear through your limbs. your actions today demonstrated that you're the perfect candidate for such a terrific trick!" lyney's voice was coated in venom, his eyes glared with the intention to do something to the man.

you heard only bits and parts, as his hands were over your eyes and ears, embracing you closer to him as a gesture that you were safe with him. that was a pure and pristine fact, as the magician lyney would filter his words about you with nothing but truths.

"let the show begin! ah, but before that, mon trésor, please wait outside for a while. don't worry, i promise not to make you wait for too long, and i will make sure i will protect you as it is my duty as your lover to do so."

TIGHNARI

a visit to gandharva ville was a normal weekly routine for you, as you had a busy job, and so did your partner, tighnari. but that didn't stop the two of you to express your love to one another each weekly visit.

you were patiently waiting for him at an empty hut, quietly indulging in the music of nature as you sipped on your favorite drink that collei knew all too well, having it prepared before your arrival.

"oh hey! look who it is, it's been a while, old friend." one of your former scholars from the akademiya said, taking a seat in front of you as you smiled, "you as well. how are you fairing lately?"

"same old, same old. how about you? i heard you've gotten a partner recently." you nodded in response, "yup! he's actually—" "he must be lucky, huh?"

you went silent, a shiver crawling down your spine, and you knew something wasn't right. "what do you mean?" "well, you know, you've always been a heavy sleeper. i could've done anything to you and you wouldn't even wake up or even know about it."

"but it's not surprising if he'd already done that to you. i mean, even arjurn and daksh wanted to do you but they never got a chance. gotta give them one in the future, right?" he laughed as if he was just talking about the weather while you were shocked, disgusted even.

"please leave," you stated, glaring hard at the person you once thought as a friend in front of you, only for him to wolf whistle in return. "feisty huh?"

his hand wandered under the table and found itself on your thighs, causing you to flinch and stand up abruptly. "if you're here just to make disgusting comments about me and my partner, leave! you are not needed here."

"come on sweetheart, that can't do. besides, he doesn't need to know what'll happen between us." standing up, you found yourself defensively taking a step back from the awful creature in front of you.

"stop it. leave! i don't need you or your disgusting presence in this room, right now! if you won't leave, then i have no choice to report you to the chief officer of the forest rangers."

"then, let's just make this quick, alright? just—"

"they said to leave. you have made a trespassed against a very dangerous territory sir, with that filthy behavior, you are officially never welcomed in gandharva ville again." tighnari spoke from behind, his galre hard as his voice remained cold and ruthlessly.

making a beeline towards tighnari, you found yourself in his embrace along with his sweet gesture of a forehead kiss. "you dare to force my partner into something they were unwilling to do, have i seen them being harassed and forced into the act, i will not act as merciful as i did today."

"so please. leave, before i make your consequence harsher than it is. if you dare to go near to my lotus again, i am not afraid to make a hole in that head of yours."

— © wr.shannie created on 8.26.23 finished on 8.27.23

do NOT copy or plagiarize my work!!

[kissitbttr]

exhale

summary: miguel’s trauma doesn’t stop you from loving him

a/n: fluff and bit of angsty? enjoy!

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the first time you met miguel, you learned that he’s indeed a complicated man. haunted by a trauma that he can’t seem to let go nor move past from and you were okay with that.

you learn to live with his anger and grief that he has to carry everyday. he warned you beforehand that he is a complex being, how you won’t be able to take the amount of ‘burden’ he has weighing on his shoulders because it won’t be fair to you.

but your stubborn self refuses to go. your arms crossed, face forming an annoyed expression as he gave you a long speech about how he doesn’t deserve you. and he hates the fact you had an answer to everything. why were you so keen to loving him despite the flaws he has.

through that, you told him that you were willing to wait until he’s healed. no matter how long it takes.

from that moment, his soul burns for you. his love grows each day because you were indeed patient. luck had been in his favor ever since.

even that one night, where you watched him sit on his chair. watching clips of him and his late daughter ‘gabriella’ being replayed over and over. his expression soured each seconds with tears forming from the corner of his eyes.

who could blame him? grief is one hell of a feeling.

as you stand by the doorway, already in your nightgown getting ready for bed, you softly knock on the door.

“my love, are you coming to bed?”

hearing your soft voice speaks, miguel regains his composure. head craning towards you and you watch how his frown forms into a small smile,

you look like angel. how is it even possible?

“in a second, mi amor. just need to revise a few technical problems that keep happening back at the HQ, i’m sending the reports to Lyla right now” he confirms, eyes looking directly to you.

with a nod, you stride yourself closer to him. taking one good look of his state. and he looks exhausted.

“how are you, baby?” you sound concerned, kneeling down in front of him as you observe the details of his gorgeous features. “you look tired. what is it?”

as your knuckle reach out to thread lightly against his cheekbone, he sighs in contentment. eyes closing momentarily and feel your soft touch.

“nothing” he lies with a smile, grasping your wrist before giving it a kiss,

one thing you hate. you don’t like being lied to. especially by him.

“don’t lie to me, miggy” your tone sounds stern yet still soft. “what is it?”

he contemplates for a while, only finding himself get lost in your beautiful eyes. heart soaring at the sound of your concerns, which makes him feel like the only person he belongs to is you. and he loves the fact that his heart only beats for him and yours for his.

but, there are times where he wonders is it worth it? to drag you into his mess and makes you wait for him to finally break free from the grief that has kept him cages for a long period of time.

is he a good person to you? are you actually meant for him? he doesn’t want to let you go. you’ve become a part of his life and he sees a future with you,

“how could you always tell, cariño?” he breathes a small chuckle. he tends to feel amazed at how well you could read his mind

“you’re my person, miguel… of course i could always tell” you give him a smile, fingers softly running through his hair, earning a sigh from his mouth.

you watch how his eyes move down, gaze empty as he lightly shakes his head. a sob breaks from him and the way he hides himself from you makes your heart torn. because you know what has been occupying his mind,

‘dear god please let me heal him’ you think to yourself

“i just—I miss her— very much” his voice begins to crack, chest heaving as the tears now start to freely roll down his cheeks. “and fuck—lo siento mi amor—this is not…It’s been done too many times now and i—“

“hey no, stop” you hate how he has to say sorry for something he can’t control of. you move your body closer to him, palming his cheek. “you don’t have to apologize. never, miguel. do you hear me?”

“but it isn’t fair to you” he speaks, jumping his eyes back to yours. “it isn’t fair because—“

“what, because we’re married?” your eyebrows raised, seeing him nod with confirmation. “no. that is nonsense. you don’t have to put up this Mr.Tough guy with me. you get that? you can be vulnerable around me. I’m allowing you to be vulnerable around me.”

and it is true. you don’t find him crying is a sign of weakness nor is being tough is some sort of act like manliness. you want him to be comfortable around you because you love him.

“we made a vow to each other, remember?” your hands are cupping his face now, thumb grazing under his eyes. “ ‘through good shit and bad shit—

“ ‘i’ll pick you up when it gets too heavy’ “ he finishes the sentence before you do, remembering the vow you both took the night at your wedding.

his lips pulls into a smile. he remembers how the crowd erupted in laughter at your both silly antics, and how miguel had his hands around your waist and dipped you for a kiss before the revenant could even finish the ‘you may kiss the bride’ speech,

he couldn’t wait to make you his, that’s why he had to do it.

you let out a small laugh, nodding as you find the tears starting to build in the corner of your eyes as well. “that’s right baby.”

both of you gaze into each other’s eyes. millions thoughts of love comes into your minds and hearts, it feels like an eternity watching each other like this but none of you care.

it’s home.

“and i am telling you once again… that you get to exhale now. you get to breathe with me, and i will be there by your side and allow you to express you feelings and be whatever you want to be because you are my husband and i love you.”

he adores how you speak to him. a true poet that you are who manage to give him warmth and closure. things that he has been longing for and he had no idea he would be this lucky.

“i love you most, mi alma” he mirrors your expression before leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips,

lust, happiness, adoration… he’s pouring it all into that kiss.

for the longest time miguel had prayed for an angel, instead he received something better.

he received you.

and nothing could ever compare to that feeling.

-

a/n: fun fact that vow? it was one that my parents took at their wedding night hehe, I’ve consulted with my mom about that. anyways hope u guys love that😚🫶🏻

[eldritch-thrumming]

and i wouldn’t marry me either, pt. 1

have u guys seen that movie plus one on hulu with jack quaid and maya erskine? ok well here’s this thing. also, tw for steve puking.

Steve is drunk. Like, really, embarrassingly drunk.

And that would be fine, really, if he wasn’t at someone’s actual, real-life wedding.

Somewhere between the ceremony and the cocktail hour, the father-of-the-bride speech that had made him cry and the cutting of the cake, he’d started thinking about Nancy Wheeler and thinking about Nancy Wheeler had led to him practically funding the open bar with the spare change he’d been sure to bring in his pockets for tips.

And the thing about it is, Steve normally loves weddings. He loves the flowers and the vows and watching the bride walk down the aisle. He loves the DJ announcing the new couple, loves throwing confetti outside the church, loves the look on the groom’s face when he sees his almost-wife in her dress for the first time. But—

“Harrington!” Tommy Hagan yells from across the room, gesturing for Steve to make his way over. Steve racks his brain for an explanation as to why Tommy H would be at this wedding; he doesn’t remember Gareth and Tommy being particularly close back in their college days. Steve stumbles his way over to Tommy’s table, keeping a secure hand around his gin & tonic, trying his best not to spill.

“Stevie!” Tommy’s fiancée, Carol, practically crows as she leans over Tommy’s lap. “Where’s Nancy?”

“Yeah, man, kinda thought you’d be the first one marching down the aisle,” Tommy laughs and Carol swats him on the arm.

Steve downs his practically full drink before slamming the heavy glass back down on the table.

“We broke up actually,” Steve grimaces. “Last week.”

Carol gives him an exaggerated pout while Tommy cringes. “Aw, baby, I’m so sorry,” Carol slurs. Steve has to hold himself back from rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, well.” Steve runs a hand through his hair. “We wanted different things.”

They offer him a few more words of sympathy before Steve finally flees, making excuses about finding the bathroom. He’s too drunk for this.

He leaves the table in search of another drink.

~*~

Eddie’s just outside the reception hall, out on the venue’s terrace, sparkling with fairy lights. He’s got a stack of index cards in his hands, trying to make out his own scrawled handwriting, when someone stumbles directly into his back. He feels something wet through the fabric of his dress shirt.

“Fuck, shit, sorry, fuck,” someone says, their hands patting at the wetness.

Eddie finally turns to see a disheveled Steve Harrington, a half-empty glass clutched in his fist. His hair’s a mess, his tie’s undone, and he’s clearly drunk. Eddie had seen him stumbling around the dance floor earlier.

“Dude, you good?” Eddie asks, genuinely concerned. He can’t remember the last time he’d seen Harrington drunk. It had to be way back in college, when he’d only known Steve as that annoying frat dude that Gareth and Dustin always brought around. He’d spent a full year trying to figure out what those two saw in him and doing everything in his power to avoid group hang outs.

They’d gotten closer over the years, once they’d graduated and become, like, real, fully-formed human beings. Harrington was actually a pretty chill dude, funny and sweet and able to give as good as he got whenever Eddie was in a particularly teasing mood. Eddie’s ego wasn’t so big that he couldn’t admit he’d been wrong about Harrington, at least in the privacy of his own head.

“Yeah, man, all good,” Steve slurs, barely coherent. He raises his empty hand limply in an attempt at a thumbs up.

“Man, you don’t look so good.” Steve’s eyes are practically vacant and Eddie is feeling genuinely concerned. And he’s proven right when Steve stumbles over to one of the concrete planters lining the terrace and pukes his guts out. It’s loud and disgusting and Eddie can feel the grimace on his own face. But Steve is his friend, so he reaches his hand out to rub Steve’s back, even as he keeps his distance.

“Hey, Eddie,” he hears Jeff call from the French doors that lead into the reception hall.

“Yeah?” Eddie spares a quick glance over his shoulder before returning his attention to where Steve is groaning into the dirt of some exotic-looking tree.

“‘Bout ready to cut the cake,” Jeff tells him. “Need you in a few.”

Right. Eddie’s best man speech. The reason he was out here in the first place. He’s not nervous or anything. He’s a natural showman and entertainer, loves being in front of a crowd. And he loves Gareth and Chrissy. He has plenty of good things to say about them, plenty of embarrassing stories from when he and Gareth were kids, and plenty of sweet ones from when they’d finally met Chrissy in college. Nah, Eddie’s pretty much got this in the bag. He’s just not used to the idea of his friends being actually, real-life married. They’re only 27; Chrissy’s practically a child bride for god’s sake!

Eddie glances down at Steve, whose face is red and sweaty. Eddie’s not blind or stupid; he knows Steve’s an attractive dude. He’s a little too preppy and heterosexual (even though Eddie knows on a theoretical level that Steve does sometimes sleep with other guys) for Eddie’s tastes, but the man is hot. Except for right now. He actually looks pretty bad, possibly the worst Eddie’s ever seen him. And that’s really saying something, considering Steve had actually had his stomach pumped during Greek Week their senior year. At least Steve seems to have cleared the contents of his stomach, at this point.

“Hey, man, you good?” Eddie asks him, his hand still rubbing slow circles on Steve’s back.

Steve groans before looking up at him. “Eddie?” Steve squint. “You’re pretty. Like Nancy.” And Steve sounds so sad when he says it that even Eddie’s heart gives a little squeeze.

“Uh, thank you,” Eddie glances toward the open doors again. The cake is being wheeled out into the middle of the dance floor. “Listen, I don’t wanna leave you out here, but I gotta go give a speech. Can you, uh, stand up for me?”

“Yeah, man, totally,” Steve slurs out, barely comprehensible. He drags the back of his hand over his lips and chin, which should be kind of disgusting, but Eddie just feels sorry for him. Steve makes it one step before he’s slouching into Eddie’s shoulder, all his weight falling into Eddie’s chest. Eddie grunts and fits his hands around Steve’s waist.

“Fuck, dude, how much do you weigh?” Eddie’s voice comes out a little breathless.

“175, baby. Pure muscle,” Steve slurs back.

“Yeah, I believe it,” Eddie mutters, fingertips digging hard into the firmness of Steve’s lower back. “Okay, come on, let’s get you a chair.”

It takes some maneuvering but Eddie finally gets Steve inside and seats him at the closest table. It’s empty, since most people had been dancing and are currently crowded around the cake. Chrissy’s sister, the maid of honor, is holding a microphone, finishing her speech.

“We love you, Chrissy,” she’s saying, looking at the bride with tears in her eyes. “We know that Gareth will do everything in his power to make you happy. To Gareth and Chrissy!” She raises her glass of champagne, smiling, and everyone around her does the same, echoing her toast. “Okay, now where’s the best man?” She says, scanning the crowd.

Eddie smiles and makes his way over, taking the microphone from her.

“When I met Gareth, we were five years old. We’ve been through a lot together, from Gareth’s bug eating phase, to his wetting the bed phase, to that phase he had where he used to Naruto run to class in middle school, to his Hitchcock phase where he tried to talk in that transatlantic accent for literal months, to his bleach blonde phase, to his—”

“Alright, alright, we get it,” Gareth cuts in, rolling his eyes with an easy smile. The crowd laughs.

“Okay, okay. All I’m saying is I’ve seen a lot of versions of my best friend. But the best Gareth by far is the one he is with Chrissy. I remember when Gareth first met her, in their art history seminar. He came back to the dorm after that first week and told me he’d met an angel. ‘I’m in love, dude,’ he told me. ‘I’m marrying this girl.’ I, of course, was skeptical, especially when he pointed her out later that month in the dining hall. ‘Sorry, man, but no way. She’s way outta your league,’ I told him. But to my surprise, Chrissy Cunningham came marching up to us right then and there and asked Gareth if he’d started studying for their midterm. Gareth stumbled through that whole interaction making an absolute fool of himself. I’m pretty sure he put his elbow in my mashed potatoes,” Gareth and Chrissy laugh, “but that didn’t stop Chrissy from asking him to study that weekend. And the rest is, as they say, history.” Eddie raises his own glass of champagne in the direction of the happy couple. “When Gareth told me he was marrying Chrissy, all I could say was ‘it’s about fucking time.’ Chrissy is the smartest, sweetest woman I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet and she somehow makes my best friend an even better dude. So thank you, Chrissy, and congratulations to you both.” Everyone raises their glasses. Over the sounds of the room toasting, Eddie can hear Steve at his table in the back corner drunkenly cheering.

“Woo-hoo!” Steve claps. “Yeah!” Thankfully, no else really seems to notice and Eddie watches over Chrissy’s shoulder as Steve tries to stand from his seat but falls back into it on his ass, looking dazed.

“Thanks, Eddie,” Chrissy whispers as they pull away from their hug. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, babe,” Eddie tells her, squeezing her hands in his. He glances back over at Steve. “I’m gonna take Harrington up to my room, let him sleep some of the alcohol off.”

Chrissy’s eyes widen. “Oh, good idea. I was a little worried about him when I saw him stumbling around the dance floor before.” Eddie gives her hands one final squeeze before wandering off to collect Steve.

~*~

Getting Steve into the elevator is a struggle. He doesn’t want to leave, keeps saying he didn’t even get to eat a piece of cake yet. He only lets Eddie shove him through the metal doors when Eddie promises to bring him a piece when he comes back up later.

They make it to Eddie’s room without further incident and once they’re safely inside, Steve starts ripping off his suit without a care in the world. His hands and arms are flying everywhere. He almost takes Eddie out with an elbow to the temple.

“Dude, calm down,” Eddie tells him, hands on Steve’s arms. “Let me help you.” He unbuttons what’s left of Steve’s shirt and hangs it over the closet doorknob before reaching for Steve’s waistband and undoing his fly. His suit pants fall around his ankles. “Okay, step out.”

Steve braces his hands on Eddie’s shoulders and lifts one leg and then the other, until he’s standing there in only his briefs and his dress socks.

“Thought about this a lot in college,” Steve mutters, still slurring his words.

And that—huh? What? Thought about what a lot? Eddie undressing him?

Eddie does his best not to react. Steve’s drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s saying.

Eddie brings his own hands up to curl around Steve’s wrists and pull his hands away from his shoulders. He bends down and picks up Steve’s pants, folding them and placing them on the dresser. He folds back the bed’s comforter.

“Okay, big boy, in ya go.” He gestures toward the bed, encouraging Steve to lay down. Steve suddenly looks exhausted as he slides under the covers.

His eyes are half-closed before his head even hits the pillow.

Before Eddie shuts off the light and leaves to head back downstairs, he hears Steve call out softly, “sorry if I ruined it.” He shifts sleepily on the bed. “I always ruin it.”

Eddie feels like he’s swallowed glass as he slowly shuts the door behind him.

~*~

Steve wakes up to sunshine streaming in through the curtains of an unfamiliar bedroom. His head is killing him and his mouth feels like he’s swallowed 87 cotton balls. He groans, rolling away from the window, only to be met with the image of Eddie Munson’s shirtless, sleeping form.

Fuck. How drunk had he been last night? He vaguely remembers puking outside somewhere and Eddie rubbing his back, but he definitely doesn’t remember leaving the wedding. He doesn’t remember leaving the wedding with Eddie.

Steve spares a quick glance under the covers and is relieved to see that he’s still wearing his underwear and Eddie’s got on a pair of pajama pants. Surely he wouldn’t have sex and then put his underwear back on; that seems like something only a serial killer would do.

It’s not like he hasn’t thought about it. There was that one year, just after they’d graduated, that Steve had thought maybe there was something between them, something a little more than friendship.

But then he’d met Nancy Wheeler at his new job and she’d asked him out and he’d started imagining their lives together and thoughts of anyone else had just floated away.

So, yeah, Steve’s thought about it. Eddie’s gorgeous and funny and smart. It’s not like Steve would regret it. He could certainly do a lot worse.

But if he’s gonna sleep with one of his closest friends, he’d like to actually remember it.

In between Steve’s spiraling thoughts, Eddie must have woken up, because when Steve spares another glance toward his face, Eddie’s staring right back at him, making him jump slightly.

“Fuck, dude, make a noise,” Steve breathes out before running a hand through his sleep-tousled hair. “We didn’t—uh, nothing like… happened or whatever, right? We didn’t, like… you know… did we?”

Eddie stares at him for a long moment before putting Steve out of his misery. “No offense, Stevie, but I’m not really into guys that can barely string together a coherent thought.”

“Oh, thank god,” Steve sighs with relief, body sagging against the mattress. He sees Eddie’s mouth twitch. “Not that I… you know, you’re hot or whatever, but like…”

“Dude, relax,” Eddie laughs, moving to sit on the edge of the mattress. “You were black out drunk. I just brought you up here so you didn’t hurt yourself.”

Steve winces. “I didn’t, like, embarrass myself, did I? Or, like, ruin the wedding?”

Eddie looks at him with something like pity and Steve has to swallow nervously.

“No, Steve, you were fine. I just found you throwing up outside and though you’d had enough.”

Steve stares down at his hands. “Thanks, man,” he says softly.

“No worries, you’d do the same for me.” He sounds so totally sure that Steve would. “Weddings are tough. Can you believe I have, like, four more to go to, just this summer? I’ll probably black out at at least one of them. Anyway, I’m gonna take a shower and then you should probably also shower. You stink.” Eddie stands from the bed and claps his hands together. “And then we’re taking full advantage of the free hotel breakfast bar.”

~*~

After they’ve showered and Eddie’s gone back to the breakfast buffet for seconds and thirds, he offers to drive Steve home and Steve gratefully accepts. He’s really not in the mood for an Uber or, even worse, the subway.

Steve keeps thinking about what Eddie had said back in the hotel room. That he had four more weddings to go to this summer alone. Steve has five of his own and the thought of going through all that alone makes his stomach clench and his throat tighten. He knows he’s going to see Nancy at at least one of them and that thought alone has Steve desperate.

“Hey, you know how you said you have four more weddings to go to this summer?” Steve asks from the passengers seat. Eddie hums an affirmative response. “I have five.”

“No shit, that sucks, man. I actually fuckin’ hate weddings, to tell you the truth.” Eddie doesn’t take his eyes off the road.

“I used to love them, actually. But, I don’t know. They’ve kind of lost their charm,” Steve doesn’t mean to sound super mega fucking depressed about it, but he knows he does.

“Fuck, dude. Sorry,” Eddie glances at him, a worried look in his eye.

“But, uh, I was thinking,” Steve powers on. “Maybe we should, like, help each other out?”

Eddie’s brow furrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Like, you know.” Steve gestures vaguely with his hand. “Make it less unbearable. Like, we could go together or something.”

“You want to be each other’s plus ones?” Eddie asks incredulously.

“Yeah, man, think about it. You’d always have someone to chill with, even if the party’s fucking lame. We could make fun of the bridesmaids’ dresses together and shit. It wouldn’t be as god fucking awful if we were together.”

They’re stopped at a red light and Eddie has turned to stare directly at him.

“You do realize that would mean we’d be going to ten weddings, like, collectively, right? Why would I want to go to more weddings then I actually have to?”

“Well, nine, since Chrissy and Gareth’s is over,” Steve tells him, matter-of-factly. “Come on, Eddie, this summer is fucking torture for me. You know Nancy, like, crushed me or whatever. It would really help me out, to have you there. Just think about it.”

And, Steve thinks, that’s kind of what does it. Eddie has a savior complex about a mile wide and Steve has never been above using that to his advantage.

Eddie sighs and shifts his gaze back to the road as the light turns green.

“Fine, Harrington,” he finally says. “But you are paying for all my suit rentals and buying all the gifts.”

Steve smiles. “Deal.”

[stars4gojo]

I know it won’t work 

Gojo x reader // established!relationship, angst, breakups & arguments, happy ending(???) // 849 words 

You and Gojo have been unable to see eye to eye for a while now, talking to him feels like talking to a wall and you think he doesn’t want to try anymore.

And part of me wants to walk away till you really listen. 

You stand in the kitchen of your shared apartment, mindlessly humming to yourself. 

You pay no mind to your boyfriend who’s been mindlessly seated on the couch ever since he came home. 

His usual energetic and loving demeanour switched with a more intense energy, he’s been grumbling under his breath since he walked in - you assumed he went on a long tough mission, nothing some cuddles and kisses couldn’t fix.

“Toruuu” you lovingly call out his name.

“What?” His brash tone replies back but you choose to ignore it. 

“Dinner’s almost ready why don’t you go wash up?” 

“I’m fine y/n don’t wanna eat.” He mumbled back.

You stop what you’re doing as you turn towards him, tilting your head in confusion as you read his expression.

“But I made your favourite.” You add, trying to convince him to eat the dinner you made with so much love and care.

He sighed agitatedly as he replied, “I’m not hungry.” 

You put your lips in a tight smile as you went to wash your hands before cupping his face.

“Alright you big baby, let me help you wash off your wounds atleast?” You said in hopes of making him feel better to which he begrudgingly agreed to.

“I’ll tell you allllll about my day.” You spoke while little giggles escaped your mouth.

You make him sit back at the couch as you take his hands in yours, starting to carefully wipe the blood that’s on his hands.

“I made a new friend today in Uni.” You started as he hissed at the feeling of the wipes touching his wound.

“She’s new to my psychology class and she was really sweet, might go for coffee with her tomorrow.” You continued.

“Oh and funny story!” You added excitedly not noticing how annoyed and agitated your boyfriend kept getting.

“She didn’t have a pen so I gave her one of mine but she didn’t give it back and I am not sure how to ask her back it might get too awkw-“ 

“Grow a back bone!” You look up to your boyfriend who had very rudely just interrupted you.

“It’s just a pen ask her to give it back or get over it.” His blue eyes pierced into yours as he shoved your hand off of his.

You stood up as your eyes filled with tears, not knowing how to react to his sudden outburst of anger. 

“I’m sorry Toru I didn-“ you started but were again quickly interrupted by Gojo. 

“All you do is talk and talk and talk, why don’t you shut u-“ He paused his speech as he looked into your eyes that were now definitely spilling tears.

He sighed deeply before starting again, “No, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that.” But it was too late now.

“Toru you have no right to be mad at me for this!” It was your turn now.

“All you do is wake up before I’m awake and go off to work only to come home after I’m asleep, and the oh so lucky days where you’re home on time you’re in a sour mood and you take it all out on me.”

Your balls fisted in anger as you tried controlling your emotions.

“I will not be your scapegoat anymore, I am not the only person in this relationship. I want you to talk to me.” You added as your eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“We are talking.” Gojo replied, venom dripping from his tongue.

“Are we Satoru?” You softly asked back.

“I don’t want to fight.” He admitted quietly as he looked away. 

“Can’t we talk tomorrow?” He asked while rubbing his eyes in exhaustion.

“What if there’s no tomorrow Satoru? I can’t deal with this anymore, I don’t want to put everything into a relationship where you no longer try and make me feel like I’m talking to a wall.” You said as you flopped on the opposite couch to him.

“I’m trying my best y/n” 

“What if your best is not enough for me?”

And to no surprise he had no reply

“Is this it then? You’re gonna give up on us? Just gonna walk away and throw away the last 10 years?” You questioned back.

“I don’t want to throw any of this away, I love you y/n” he replied back, the atmosphere becoming strangely calm.

“I’m going to bed, please be ready to talk like an adult tomorrow.” You whispered quietly as he watched your slumped figure walk to your shared bedroom.

He didn’t want it to end this way, you were his forever - his biggest supporter, his best friend and his first love but as he watched you stumble away, he knew he couldn’t do anything about it. He was the one who ruined it in the first place and you’ve been so quietly trying to make it work for the sake of it, picking up behind the mess he created. He loved you too much to give up on this - he knew that it was up to him to make it right now. 

Masterlist

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Alright, here's another one.

Protective wolf Bakugou scenario, something like a guy trying to hit on you or giving you a perverted look while out and about with Baku, go!

He’s such a protective pouty baby 🥺💕 warning for creepy guys and grabbing!!

Imagine taking a quiet walk to the hybrid park, Katsuki itching to be let off his leash as he sees the familiar red hair of his best friend. He’s pulling you as you laugh, pulling him down slightly as you unleash his collar.

He’s off in a flash, sniffing the redhead and letting him sniff in return. You watch them chase each other playfully, ducking and diving through the playing equipment. You smile and chuckle, before finding a quiet bench to read the rest of your book.

A solid 30 minutes go by, you getting more entranced in your novel until you heard a cough. You look up from your book to see a tall stranger looking down at you.

“Excuse me, may I sit down here?” He starts, sitting before you could deny him. You look at him before reading your book. The stranger shimmies forward to see what you’re reading before curling his nose up. You figured; he didn’t look the type to enjoy gothic literature.

“So uh, which of these mutts are yours?” He lazily waves his hand at the array of puppy hybrids playing with each other. You look at him annoyed and close your book.

“I’ll have you know it’s none of your business. And they’re not mutts, they’re hybrids. Hardly that much different than you or I; they just have more natural instincts,” you say sharply, going to move to another bench. Before you could finish, the stranger grabs your wrist with an iron grip and gritted teeth.

“Now listen here, you little bitch! I- ahh!” The stranger was cut off by a flash of red and yellow. Your hybrid was snarling behind his muzzle, grabbing on to the stranger’s wrist as his claws dug deeply into the flesh. Kirishima was shielding you from his view, holding you to his chest as they both snarled at the creep.

“Leave…alone,” Katsuki snarled out, eyes wide as he shook the stranger roughly. The stranger stammered as he winced in pain. He snatched his wrist back as Katsuki stood in front of you. The creep stared at you before angrily shrieking.

“I should have those mutts put down you fucking bitch!” He screamed, clutching his arm. Your heart pounded in your chest before another voice piped up.

“Sorry I’m late Kirishima, but I had to go help a sheep hybrid get his horns unstuck. Seems like I got back at the right time, cus I have everything on camera,” FatGum’s smooth voice cut through the air.

“And I mean EVERYTHING.”

The stranger looked wildly at you, then your puppyboy, then FatGum. He let out an aggressive scream, before running away. Katsuki spat as he ran, Kirishima’s hackles raised as he growled too.

As soon as the creep was gone, Katsuki turned to you and let out a quiet whine. Your hands found refuge in his fluffy locks as you shushed your puppy, kissing his forehead as he held you.

“Shh puppy, I’m okay. Such a good boy, aren’t you? You’re such a good boy for protecting me,” you murmur into his fluffy ear as his claws slowly retracted. His tail slowly crept from side to side as he snuggled into you.

“M-mate..keep safe,” he mumbled out. His speech was so much better, cracking less and sounding more like your language.

“Thank you, sweet thing. And thank you Kirishima! You’re such a good boy too!” You coo at them both as you petted their heads. Kirishima yipped as you ruffled his unruly mane of hair, his tongue resting comfortably over his lip as he panted; a sharp contrast to the pin-pricked eyes and bared fangs.

“He’s a good’un, aren’t ya Eiji? I suppose we gotta go back soon. What are ya gonna do?” FatGum asked you, seeing you were still a bit shaken up. You take Katsuki’s hand as you stroked it.

“I’m going to report that guy to the police, if you don’t mind sending me that video. After that, I think I’m gonna take Katsuki home and order some takeaway,” you smile, scratching your puppyboy under the chin.

“That’s fair. I’ll walk ya to the station since it’s on my way back. You never know if that creep could be lurking.”

True to his word, FatGum walked you to the police station and helped you file a report. You were worried about what they would say when Katsuki and Eijiro were found jumping the guy, but sighed in relief when they say the attack was minimal and provoked.

They gave you a lift home, dropping you off with a wave as you and Katsuki entered your home. You kicked off your shoes with a happy sigh, thankful for the day to be over with. You looked at your pouty pup who was lingering in the hallway.

“Are you okay, sweetpea?” You ask him quietly, holding him close to you as you look at his face. He nods, pulling you closer to him, and rubbed his face all over you. Ah, so he was scenting you.

“Stink…of man,” he grumbled, holding your wrists close to him and gently rubbing them against his mouth. His sandpaperish tongue provided gentle strokes as you giggle.

“Thank you angel, that’s very helpful,” you praise him, using your free hand to pet him. He sits on the couch and pulls you with him. You were comfortably jet-packed under him as he chuffed and licked your hair.

“My mate,” he grunted, whining at the thought of someone hurting his mate. He looked at the bruise on your wrist and growled as you turned over to face him. Gentle fingers traced his handsome face.

“I know, sweet thing. It was a scary thing. But I’m okay now, I promise! You scared him off and we went to the police. Everything is okay now. You protected me, my good boy,” you praise him softly.

He buried his face deeper into your neck as his arms circle your waist again. You were shocked when you felt droplets of warm water soak your neck, peeking and seeing Katsuki’s warm cheeks.

Your heart ached for the pup; he had so much taken from him when he was younger, so he must have been frightened when you were grabbed. It went deeper than you realised.

You held his body tightly to yours, weaving your legs together. Your hands played with his fluffy ears, soothing the upset pup. He peeked his head out 10 minutes later, placing his nose against yours. You smile at him, kissing his nose as you whipped out your phone.

“Now, how about we get pizza for dinner.”

[ameliora-j]

Could you do a super cocky Niall that y/n does not like? Maybe they meet because y/n works at one of the concert venues that Niall is touring at, and even though everyone loves him, she thinks he's over confident and arrogant, as he keeps flirting with her and dirty talking (he's single in this scenario, of course). Eventually she ends up seeing him in his boxer briefs in his dressing room, and he sees that she's turned on, so he takes advantage and starts working her over with more flirting and dirty talk. And when he has her in the palm of his hand, he dominates. He has her get on her knees and beg for his cock, and he keeps telling her to take it deeper, and he's condescending and patronizing, and he keeps making her admit how good it tastes, etc. :D (Sorry, this is super horny lol. I'm excited for tour Niall!)

ugh i can’t wait for tour!niall sosowmen — i’m gonna start it from the dressing room part kinda hehe ᵕ̈

𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday! send in ur requests ᵕ̈

content -> mean dom!niall, cnc, oral (m!receiving), degradation, spit kink, humiliation, breath play, face fucking, slapping facial creampie, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

you sigh softly as you walk through the halls backstage at madison square garden. niall was now fifteen minutes late for sound check—and as the sound manager at the venue—you were tasked to go retrieve him.

you have no idea why everyone is in love with this guy, he’s so inconsiderate of others’ time and he’s too cocky for his own good. he could sense your annoyance with him, thus he’d been annoying you all week. you can’t help but wonder how such a cocky jackass could sell out madison square garden for four days.

you knock on his dressing room door twice before opening it. “horan! what could you possibly be doing that’s making you fif-“ your speech slows as you see him standing in the middle of the room, clad only in his boxer briefs. he was clearly freshly showered as his hair was wet and small droplets of water were still falling down his chest. you swallow thickly as you continue “-teen minutes… late?” you whisper.

niall smirks a bit, he knew you were into him, and he’s finally got you. “what was that, pet?” he hums, uncurling his body from where he was drying his hair. “didn’t quite catch that” he says, turning to face you—the imprint of his cock now visible.

you stammer, your mouth opening and closing a few fines as your throat runs dry. niall chuckles as he strides closer to you. “wha’s’a matter? cat got y’tongue?” he taunts, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“come in” he orders lowly and you nod softly, allowing the door to close behind you. “kneel” he whispers. without second thought, you drop to your knees and look up at him with bright eyes and widened pupils. “i knew you wanted me” he laughs meanly, hooking a finger in your cheek and forcing your mouth open.

he leans over and spits on your tongue, smearing a rough palm over your face. “made a pathetic attempt at hidin’ it, petal” he laughs. he forces your jaw closed once more, ordering you to swallow his spit from a look alone, and you don’t dare disobey.

“i’m going to make you suck my cock… n you’re going to tell me how much you like it… okay?” niall speaks slowly, as if you lack the intelligence to understand what he’s saying to you.

“okay” you say, your voice raspy as you hadn’t spoken in a while.

“she can speak!” niall gasps mockingly, and you flush a bit in embarrassment. “open your mouth” he hums, and your jaw drops before he’s even finished his sentence. “what a slut” he laughs, pulling his cock free. he slaps the head on your tongue a few times, and you hum at the taste of his precum. “do you like that, pet?” he hums softly.

“tastes good…” you slur, muffled around the thick muscle of his cock. he gives you no time to say more as he’s shoving his cock down to the back of your throat. you gag harshly, holding his hip as tears spring to your eyes.

“it’s okay baby, you can take it” he mumbles. he holds your hair back in a ponytail, using it as leverage while he fucks your face. the room is filled with the sound of gags and niall’s moans and grunts. your drool is causing a puddle to form on the floor below you. you gagged repeatedly each time his cock pressed into the back of your throat, slurping at the mess you were making as your spit began to bubble at the base of his cock.

niall sucks in air through his teeth, his head falling back a bit. as his balls slap against your chin, you stick your tongue out and lick around them—niall all but whines in pleasure. he swears quietly under his breath, looking down at you and pressing his cock all the way into your mouth, his heavy balls pressed close to your chin. “stick out your tongue” he growls as you gag. you press your tongue against his balls once more and he pinches your nostrils together.

you look up at him with wide eyes, a bit panicked as you fight for breath. you choke on his cock, your eyed rolling back as you let out a whine while niall holds you down. “you can take it baby, your fine. i’ll let you breathe soon” he mutters, grinding against your face and causing his cock to move around in your throat. “oh fuckin hell it’s so tight” he moans, pulling out when he sees your face paling a bit.

you cough harshly, heaving over breaths as tears cascade down your face, your mascara smeared. “tell me you liked it” niall orders, patting your cheek roughly as his left hand strokes over his dick.

“i liked it…” you whimper, shifting on your knees as you pout at him. “i-i really like the way you choke me on your cock… it… tastes so good i want your cum please” you say through deep breaths. niall smirks with pride, forcing his cock back down your throat with no warning.

“that’s a good fucking whore” he grunts, beginning to fuck your throat once more. he holds your face still, using your mouth and throat as if they’re his own personal fleshlights, relishing in the filthy sound of your gags and whines. he pressed his cock as deep into your throat as it’ll go, taking his balls in his hands and forcing them into your mouth as well as you gagged harshly.

“said you want my cum, right?” he grunts, looking down and spitting on your face. you whine softly, gurgling out something that sounded similar to a ‘please’ which causes niall to chuckle. “you’ll get it, pet” he growls, thrusting roughly into your throat a few more times.

you feel his balls swell and tense up against your chin, and he whines as he pulls out, stroking his cock rapidly. “fuck, stick out your tongue” he moans, his hips stuttering as he fucks his hand, the tip of his cock pressed to your tongue. you follow his orders with ease, moaning as the first drops of his cum drizzle onto your tongue. you moan softly at the taste, and the vibrations send niall fully over the edge.

he lets out a loud, throaty moan as his eyes close in pleasure. his cum sprays out in ropes onto your tongue, cheeks, and nose as he lets out a slew of curse words. niall thrusts into your mouth a few more times to ride out his own orgasm before slowly pulling out, breathing heavily as he looks at you.

“you look so pretty covered in my cum” he smirks softly, pushing your hair back. “i knew you would” he winks—noting the first pick up line he’d laid on you.

[letsgetrowdy43]

a part two to the luke angst?

His biggest regret ❧

Part one

Luke had been beside himself for the last two weeks of the summer, just as she promised Y/n had left the morning after their fight, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He broke it off with his girlfriend the second his best friend left the lake house, knowing that if he intended to fix his wrongs the now ex-girlfriend was not a part of the solution.

Quinn had heavily scolded his youngest brother for days following the departure of Y/no. “You’re an idiot!” "it's not my fault she and my girlfriend don't get along!" “It’s not even about your girlfriend, it’s the fact that you felt the need to dictate her decisions when you basically removed her from your life!” Quinn was at a loss, what wasn't Luke understanding how wrong he is, “You didn’t even invite her to the lake, you’ve been best friends since you were babies!”

Let’s just say Quinn definitely made Luke feel like shit, what was worse was when Ellen, Jack, and even Jim put their two cents in.

Things only got worse for Luke during the school year, sophomore year was expected to be his last season as a Wolverine, and then he’d be headed to New Jersey with Jack, as stated in his plan. But now he was going to be spending this year attempting to make it up to the girl who’d been at his side for years and years.

“Y/n this is Luca,” Ethan introduced them as she smiled shyly. Luke didn’t like that at all, his new teammate practically eye fucking her at parties as she stared at him innocently (let’s be real, she’s only into it cause she knew it would piss off Luke)

Luca had become her target, and he was just as into their little game as she was into pissing off Luke.

They went on study dates and left parties together, it was a no strings attached ordeal that they were both thoroughly enjoying.

Luke watched silently and was extremely annoyed. Biting his tongue not to say anything at practices, or to call her to tell her that he needs it to stop. He wasn’t in charge of her, he knew that now, but it took a lot in him to stay quiet when he watched Luca and her flirting in public, or even just conversing in between classes.

It took a long time to realize but over the course of the four months that they weren’t talking he'd come to the conclusion that maybe he’d been way over his head. The conscious thought that he was in love with her was so overwhelming all of the time, so Luke grew even more antisocial as time went on.

Y/n's world paused the moment Luke ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, the boy's chest heaving as he locked the door and hid from some girl who had been chasing after him all night. His heart stopped the moment he turned around to see a wide-eyed Y/n splashing some water in her face.

“Sorry” he apologized as his heart beat against his chest, she continued to stare at him, unable to speak, “I’ll leave” “Don’t go, you’re obviously hiding for a reason,” she finally spoke as she dabbed her face off with a face cloth she found in one of the drawers. “Are you okay?” He asked as he reached forward to feel the blotchy red skin on her cheeks. "I drank too much, don't have you to mediate my liquor intake anymore," she grinned as her hand wrapped around his wrist to lower his hand.

Luke smiled as he maneuvered his hand to hold hers, "am I allowed to speak to you now? I have some things I need to say to you" he mumbled as she nodded and sat down on the edge of the tub.

This was his moment to make it right, no excuses, no bullshit to cover up his mistakes, just an apology and some promises to make it better.

"I've been practicing this speech to you for a while, and I'm just gonna start with a sorry, cause that's all that I really want you to take away from it," her eyes started to tear up as she listened, "I was wrong, you have every right to still be mad cause I put you through a lot last year, and that wasn't fair to you, so I'm sorry, and I'm willing to do everything I can so it can go back to the way it was before."

Y/n nodded as her hand dried to tears that had fallen, he could've apologized months ago and she would've accepted it. His words felt very real, she knew they were, she'd heard from all of the guys how lost he was without her guidance in his life, it was just really nice to finally hear it from his mouth.

"Thank you," she stood up to hug you, "I don't think it can go back to the way it was before though." His smiling expression fell as he unburied his face from her neck, "What?" "In our time apart Luke I realized a lot, in the way that I don't think I can keep loving you in the way I'm used to, I need some time to get over you, cause its not fair to you," she said honestly, drunken word vomit as she watched the relief spread on Luke's face, her expression growing confused.

"What if I don't want you to stop loving me that way?" "that's not fair to me then," she said defensively, not understanding what he was insinuating. Her hands left their spot on his chest as she pulled away, he reached down and pulled her hips closer to him, "let me speak," he laughed as her face softened at the sound, "I love you, I'm so dumb for not realizing it sooner, I think I always have though, I just didn't know how to differentiate the two types, but that's because they are the same to me," his face grew flush as he realized just how lovingly she was staring at him.

"You are my best friend, always will be, but you're my best friend in the way that I don't think I'd last another day without you in my life, and in the way that I want to kiss you pretty and then go to sleep with you in my clothes, and the way that my family views you as one of us, there are so many things that make you my best friend, but in the same way that I want you to be a forever type of thing."

Y/n stared at him in shock as he took a deep breath, her hands finding the side of his face as she smirked at him, "I'm glad we're on the same page," she whispered before her hand found the collar of his shirt and slammed his lips onto hers.

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[gweninred]

only eyes for you...

larissa x pregnant reader

fluff, jealously

my hands wanderd over my sides, looking at the dress i'm wearing in the mirror of our shared bedroom. larissa sitting on the side of the bed, putting on her heels. "do you think my thighs look fat in this dress?" i asked my wife, her head shot up, my hands moved to the outsides of both of my thighs, gripping my skin. "no dear. you look absoluty breath-taking." larissa got up from the bed, walking over to me. she hugged me from behind, her hands holding my 7 months pregnant belly. "maybe i should try that one black dress, you know with the long sleeves. i don't think this light purple suits me." the blonde placed a kiss on the side of my neck. "i don't want to be late baby." i've already tried on three dresses because i didn't liked the way i looked in them. since i got pregnant my body started swelling up, my thighs got thicker as well as my arms. i got a little upset by that comment from larissa. "i think you look stunning y/n, we should really go now." she pulled away and looked at her watch. we were going to have dinner with all the teachers of nevermore, we do this every year. it became a traddition since she became the principal of nevermore.

i gazed at larissa through the mirror, a sigh leaving my mouth. "fine." larissa wanted to grab my hand but i quickly pulled away, getting out of the small apartment we lived in, it was attached to larissa's office. larissa quickly walked behind me, on her way grabbing my purse that i forgot. "darling your purse." i snatched it out of her hands. "don't be upset, i'm sorry baby." i looked back at her. "then why are you making me leave? i don't want to go in the first place, and second i don't want to wear this dress anymore." i started feeling sad now. larissa grabbed my face her fingers gently stroking my cheeks. "okay baby do you want to change to that black dress?" i pouted my lips, nodding my head. "okay just be quick i really don't want to be late." i knew larissa was stressed about this dinner. she wanted everything to be perfect and give people a fun evening. i quickly placed a kiss on her lips and rushed back to change. i didn't pay much attention how i looked now because i felt bad for larissa.

larissa was already waiting in the car. i got in the passenger seat, larissa's hand on my thigh. "i'm sorry i'm so annoying." larissa started the car. "you're not annoying. you look beautiful no matter what you wear."

when we arrived we were the first. just like larissa wanted, she wants to greet the teachers when they arrived. not much later the first teachers arrived. larissa's hand was wrapped around my waist as we greeted everyone. marylin walked up to us. she greeted us and placed her hands on my belly. "y/n you look so good in this dress." i smiled. "really?" marylin nodded. "of course you do. i'm so glad to be here tonight." larissa smirked down at me as marylin walked to the table full of people. "see? you do look really beautiful, my woman." i kissed larissa's cheek, now feeling much more confident.

when everyone had arrived there were two seats left. on the head of the table larissa took a seat and i sat down next to marylin. everyone had ordered drinks already. larissa raised from her seat. "can i have everybodys attention?" she called out. the chatter died down and everyone paid attention to the principal. "i'm so happy that you all are here tonight. i just wanted to say thank you to you all. without you nevermore wouldn’t be how it is now. now i want you to have fun and don't worry about the bill, it's on me." she ended her little speech. "i really look up to the woman." one of the new teachers said to me from across the table. "i know she's awesome." i smiled at the teacher.

everyone started to look into the menu as the waiters started picking up orders. i opened the menu, it was an classic, expensive restuarant. there wasn't really anything that i seemed to be in the mood for. i got up from my seat and walked over to larissa's. i bend down and whispered in her ear : "do you think they just have french fries?" larissa giggled. her hand pushed my back leading me to sit down on her lap. "i'm just not in de mood for all that fancy food." i added. more laughter came from larissa as she rubbed my bumb. "i guess you could baby but i don't see it on the menu." i wrapped my arm around her shoulders. "can you ask for me?" i plafully pouted again. "i will." she kissed me. when larissa pulled away i glanced over the table. i saw that new teacher was looking at us. "that bitch..." i whispered. "who?" i leaned in closer as jealously runned through my viens. "that new teacher, i think she likes you." i placed kisses all over her face, making sure that one teacher saw us. "oh you mean bella she’a nice-" cut her off by placing a kiss on her mouth, humming. "oh these hormones of you baby." she said as I pulled away, giggling again. "can you ask if they also have pickles?" larissa stroked my bumb. "pickles and fries? really baby? you're making mama do and eat weird things." she whisperd to my belly. "oh shut up!" i chuckled.

a few moments later i was happily eating my fries and pickles back at my own seat. bella, the new teacher eyeing me. "so that's your girlfiend?" she asked. "we are married." i answerd. "stay away from her, I see how you look at my wife.” bella rolled with her eyes. "whatever."

when the evening ended we left last, larissa and i saying goodbye to everyone as they thanked us. "i'm so tired." i yawned as we got back to our small apartment, kicking off my heels as i let myself fall back down onto the bed. larissa started undressing, putting on her pj's. "oh and by the way that bella such a bitch! if i ever catch her hitting on you- damn she's having troubles." i shot up from the bed. “don't you worry darling, i only have eyes for you... and our little one of course." she smiled at me, leaning down to smother me with kisses.

[rosanna-writer]

Love at First Sight's for Suckers (1/5)

Summary: [A Feysand Newsies AU] Rhysand had a reputation. A big reputation. But fortunately for Feyre, a newsie selling papers on the streets of Velaris, tabloid gossip about the handsome, charismatic, hard-partying war-hero of a High Lord's heir means business is booming. That is, until the city's newspaper magnates get greedy, Feyre finds herself an unwitting labor leader at the center of a strike, and Rhys becomes an unexpected ally... Warnings: None

A gift for @the-lonelybarricade, for @acotargiftexchange! @lbs-secret-santa is me!

LB, creating this for you has been such a blast, and I am definitely the luckiest secret santa in the world to have such a gem of a giftee. It's rare for someone to have both a talent AND a heart as big as yours—you're truly the High Lady of Feysand, not just because your fics are incredible, but because of the way you make new writers (including me earlier this year) feel immediately welcome and how you handle fandom nonsense with such grace and tact. I'm so glad to call you a friend <3

And sorry for an author's note that reads like an annoying award show speech, but there are SO MANY people I want to thank. The event organizers did such a thoughtful job creating an event that brought so many people together across the fandom; not just secret santa/giftee pairs, but people reaching out to new betas, roping new friends into secrecy shenanigans, and getting hyped about other gifts! @iambutmortal, @thesistersarcheron, @itsthedoodle, @wilde-knight, and @ablogofsapphicpanic have been the best betas/saucy Rhys pun brainstormers/secret keepers/DM screaming session partners, and the daily headlines would not have happened without their beautiful brains. I had SO MUCH FUN watching the excitement and creative energy grow and grow in the lead up to this reveal. And also @reverie-tales, thanks for being my unwitting cover to throw LB off my trail!

Anyway, you can find the first chapter Here on AO3 or under the readmore. Happy Holidays!

One Heir to Share? Rhysand's Rita's Threesome

Baring it All at Starfall! Rhysand Stuns in Daring Deep-V Shirt

Rhysand's Baby Blues: Heir's Latest Fling Spotted Shopping for Baby Clothes

Future High Lord’s High: Witchberries, Fae Wine, and Wild Starfall Benders in the House of Wind?

Lady of the Night or FUTURE Lady of Night? Rhysand's Girlfriend Shocks Royal Family at Nynsar

Un-Rhys-onable: Night's Heir Refuses to Kneel to High Lord

Heir Head! Rhysand Forgets Alphabet During Library Community Service

Rhysand had a reputation.

A big reputation.

Perhaps that was why after selling him the newspaper every day for the better part of a year, Feyre Archeron had long since decided that he was far too full of himself to be ashamed of anything.

As he did every Saturday morning, Rhys appeared on her corner like clockwork, wearing last night's clothes and his trademark smirk. If Feyre wanted to know what lucky male or female had gone home on his arm, she'd only have to check tomorrow's society pages, which were always breathlessly detailing the exploits of the Night Court's handsome, charismatic, hard-partying war-hero of a High Lord's heir.

Not that Feyre cared. There were more important things to worry about than Rhysand's love life, like where her next meal was coming from. She only kept up with it because his scandals sold papers like nothing else.

And she definitely didn't feel a stab of envy every time she read about his latest fling. That would be pointless—a lesser fae shadow-wraith like Feyre would never be Lady of the Night Court. The stir Rhys's Illyrian mother had caused made that obvious enough, even if she was the High Lord's mate.

"Good morning, Feyre darling," Rhysand drawled, the way he always greeted her.

"It's noon, Rhys," Feyre said. The nickname might have been overly familiar, but Feyre had noticed his eyes glittered like stars whenever she used it with him. And besides, after being up since dawn, she wasn't inclined to fall over herself currying favor with someone who'd just rolled out of bed.

"Then let me be the first to tell you that you look delicious this afternoon."

Feyre rolled her eyes, positive she looked the farthest thing from delicious in her threadbare leggings and sweater. If it were anyone but Rhys, she would have been sure they were being cruel. But he had enough of her goodwill that he could pay her teasing compliments and not end up with his teeth bashed in for his trouble.

"Did you give them anything interesting to write about last night?" she said, leaning back against a streetlight and crossing her arms over her chest.

Rhys picked at an invisible piece of lint on his tunic, which almost had Feyre rolling her eyes a second time. Despite being in last night's clothes, he didn't look the least bit disheveled—probably some spell he'd cast to ensure he looked irritatingly perfect as always.

"Mor needed a wingman again," he said.

Feyre relaxed, relieved at his answer. Rhys's equally beautiful cousin was the subject of plenty of headlines of her own, and the two were frequently seen together. The people of Velaris were fascinated by the pretty blonde former Hewn City princess–when the Herald ran a story about her, Feyre just had to shout "Morrigan" to turn heads and make sales. If the lead story was about her, Feyre could probably afford to eat tomorrow.

It had been a while, though, since Rhys had been spotted with someone new on his arm. Or with anyone other than Morrigan, his sister, or the two Illyrians he called his brothers actually. Feyre had rolled her eyes at the rumors of a secret relationship or a hidden love child—if you asked her, the most likely explanation was that there were only so many attractive people in Velaris with a weakness for violet eyes. Rhys was bound to run out of people to fuck eventually.

"Is that the truth?" Feyre said, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Or did you actually find someone to settle down with?"

She'd meant it as a joke, but Rhys didn't smile. There was something hungry, almost predatory, in the way his gaze slid over her. Feyre found herself flushing, even as she stared right back. "Would you care if I did?" he said.

It felt like a challenge; Feyre lifted her chin. "Of course I'd care if you stopped causing scandals. I'm a newsie, and gossip sells papers."

"Of course," Rhys said, something in his expression seeming to shutter. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a gold coin, handing it to her. The value was far more than a single paper was worth, but he'd always insisted she keep the change.

Feyre pulled a paper from the bag slung over her shoulder and handed it to him, longways so there was no chance their fingers would touch. She'd let that happen once, and his fingertips brushing hers had sent a crackle of electricity along her skin that she'd been thinking about ever since. Her mind replayed it almost daily—and frankly, Feyre found that embarrassing.

She pocketed the coin. "Pleasure doing business with you."

When Rhys spoke again, he dropped his voice to a low, sensual purr that sent shivers skittering down Feyre's spine, heat washing over her despite the autumn chill that cut through her tattered clothes. " Everything is a pleasure when it comes to you, Feyre."

He flashed her one last feline smile, and Feyre tipped her cap as he winnowed away, trying not to blush. With her other hand, she fingered the coin in her pocket. It would go under the floorboard with the rest of the ones she'd stashed away. Only a few more until she could afford the one-way ticket to the Continent that she'd been dreaming of.

Velaris was wonderful— if you could afford a big, strong door to lock out the hustle and bustle. Feyre certainly couldn't, and she was dying to get away.

A flash of auburn hair and a shout of "High Lady!" across the street pulled Feyre from her thoughts. Lucien was striding towards her, a half-empty satchel of newspapers slung over one shoulder and carrying another paper bag in his hand. She raised a hand in greeting—she'd stopped cringing at the nickname a long time ago.

"Is the new spot over by the docks working out for you?" she said when he got closer, even though she knew the answer. Lucien could sell papers anywhere; he didn't even need the eyepatch and the sob story about being an Autumn Court orphan who'd found his way to Night—just his brilliant smile was enough.

Lucien shrugged, the gesture far too elegant for someone who'd spent his morning selling newspapers to sailors and fishmongers. "I can make anything work."

"Then why did you come looking for me?" Feyre said. With unsold papers still in his bag, there had to be a reason. The newsies bought the papers from the distributor each morning, starting each day operating at a loss until they'd sold enough papers to recoup the cost. Lucien still had work to do if he wanted to turn a profit.

He pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense. "Isn't gazing upon your beautiful face reason enough?"

"You sound like Rhysand."

"And you're saying that like it's a bad thing. Trouble in paradise?"

Feyre resisted the urge to roll up one of the papers in her own bag and smack him with it. Lucien had overheard her speaking to Rhysand once and apparently decided the prince was in love with her. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.

"Rhysand isn't—"

" By the Cauldron, he'd follow you around like a lost puppy if you'd let him."

"He's just a flirt," Feyre said, the edge to her voice making it clear she didn't want to talk about this anymore. "What did you need me for?"

"Someone needs to finish my pickles," Lucien said, pulling a sandwich out of the paper bag. He handed Feyre half, along with the entire side of pickles it had come with, then sat down on the curb to eat, stretching his long legs out in front of him.

Feyre nibbled on the pickle, the first thing she'd eaten all day, and thanked the Cauldron for a best friend who hated them and shared them with her. Putting her papers aside, she sat down next to him. "Thanks, Lucien," she said, unwrapping her half of the sandwich. Lunch would be on her next—that had been their unspoken agreement for years, even when meals were sporadic and infrequent.

They lapsed into silence, more intent on eating than talking. It was comfortable, a much needed rest after a morning spent shouting headlines at passersby. Feyre's feet already ached from standing all morning.

After a few minutes, Lucien balled up the now-empty wax paper. "Now that you're fed, I think it's safe to mention that you're needed over by the Rainbow."

"Again?" Feyre said with a sigh.

"Bron and Hart are fighting over the same spot. The High Lady should step in."

Feyre wasn't sure when exactly it had happened, but at some point, she'd found herself the unofficial leader of the newsies of Velaris. She'd always kept an eye out for newcomers and lended them a hand—advice on selling papers and navigating the city was all she had, but Feyre shared freely. When there was a problem, she was usually the one to resolve it.

At some point, "High Lady" had gone from an ironic nickname for a poor girl on the streets to a mark of respect for a young woman who took care of her own.

"I'll talk to them," Feyre said, finishing her food and standing up.

Lucien started to thank her, but Feyre had already called on her magic, her body becoming nothing but shadow. Incorporeal like this, she could slip through walls and travel unseen—and crucially, it was faster than walking. As a lesser fae, it was the only magic she had at her disposal.

Even in the brightest sun, Velaris was full of shadows. And for better or worse, Feyre had made them her home.

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Rhysand had planned to give himself time to read the news before he was due for a meeting at the House of Wind. Yesterday, he'd told himself he'd be up early enough to look over the agenda ahead of time. He'd wanted to be prepared, and his father would have his head if Rhys was late for official court business again.

But somehow, the High Lord's ire seemed incredibly far away last night, when the Cauldron only knew how many drinks he'd had and Mor was dragging him back to the dance floor at Rita's again, and dawn had nearly broken when he'd finally stumbled home.

Late or not, though, he still had to see Feyre.

The most important part of his day had become buying the paper from her. It wasn't about the news and never had been—every day, Rhys hoped that would be the day she finally took an interest in him that went beyond trading a few teasing remarks and rolling her eyes. He'd never flirted so much, so painfully obviously before, just to have it all go ignored like water off a duck's back.

And that had already been going on for a few months before the mating bond snapped.

Their fingers had brushed as she'd handed him the paper. Perhaps that brief touch skin-to-skin had been all it had taken for the urge to claim and taste and scent his mate to hit him with all the force of a brick to the head. Before he'd done something stupid, Rhys had winnowed away without an explanation or a goodbye.

After that, Rhys had resolved not to tell her, at least not until she showed some sort of interest back. But in the months since, he hadn't gotten her to even blush. And even if by some miracle, she did want him that way and accepted the bond, there was no guarantee she wouldn't resent him after a few decades as future Lady of Night. Her indifference was painful enough—Rhys wasn't sure he could withstand her hating him.

For the short flight to the House of Wind, Rhys let the chill in the air clear his head of thoughts of Feyre. He was supposed to focus today. Some of the city's most powerful merchants had asked for a meeting with his father, and as the High Lord's heir, Rhys was expected to be in attendance too.

The meeting room was already full when Rhys walked in, brushing his windswept hair back into place. From the head of the table, his father glared daggers at him.

Rhys ignored it, dropping into the empty seat that had been left for him. "I hope I didn't miss anything interesting."

He kept the smirk plastered on his face, even as his father pushed past his shields to speak mind-to-mind. We'll discuss this later. For now, get through this meeting without embarrassing me further. That's an order.

Rhys made a mental note to let Mor know he'd likely have to cancel their plans to go to the theater that night.

One of the merchants—Rhys had met him before but had forgotten his name—gave him a cold smile and said, "We were just discussing economic policy."

"Carry on, then," Rhys said.

As the meeting droned on, Rhys forced himself to focus, even if the subject matter was painfully dry. One day, he'd be High Lord, and if he wanted to be the sort of ruler the Night Court deserved, one who made things better, he needed to be knowledgeable and willing to listen.

But even then, he wasn't immune to letting his mind wander. At some point, he'd found himself thinking about how the sunlight had brought out the gold in Feyre's hair, when the sound of his name brought him crashing back down to reality.

"…but you'd know all about that, wouldn't you, Rhysand?" one of the merchants was saying, the sneer in his voice obvious.

Rhys felt his father's eyes boring into him, and it was clear this was some sort of test. He was supposed to be handling something, and Rhys didn't want to think about what sort of punishment might be in store for him if he made it obvious he'd stopped paying attention.

"Would I?" Rhys said, arching a brow in a way that he hoped looked imperious.

"With how many headlines you've been the subject of? I think by now you'd know a thing or two about what sells papers. If it weren't for you, we'd have gone under after the War."

Rhys's hands curled into fists under the table as he recalled exactly who this merchant was—Pulitzer, a newspaper magnate, the one who'd been complaining that circulation was down since the Treaty had been signed. Peace, apparently, was boring.

Peace that Rhys had bled for, had nearly died for when he'd been captured by Amarantha's army. Not that any of that mattered when profits were down.

"Then a bit more gratitude is in order," Rhys said, his voice low and deadly and all command, sounding every inch the future High Lord he was. It was so brief that Rhys nearly missed it, but his father's lips quirked up in approval. "If you have a request, I suggest you word it carefully."

It quickly became clear that Pulitzer and the rest of the owners of Velaris's major newspapers had come to grovel. Even if Rhys couldn't bring himself to care, it was true that the Night Court's newspaper industry was bringing in less money since the end of the war. They'd come to petition his father for assistance.

And to Rhys's relief, the High Lord's answer had been a quick and resounding no.

Of course, Rhys knew his father's answer had been more about safeguarding the Night Court's wealth more than anything else. That much was obvious when so many of their citizens were struggling, even in Velaris. It was something that Rhys vowed to change one day.

But Rhys's relief didn't last much longer. His father had told the newspaper moguls to figure it out themselves, and they'd quickly agreed that to fix their bottom line, they'd raise the price for the newsies who bought the papers to distribute each morning.

Newsies who were barely getting by as it was. Newsies who were already going hungry and sleeping outdoors even as the weather got colder. Newsies who'd been orphaned or disabled after the war and couldn't find decent work.

Newsies like his mate, and Rhysand certainly wouldn't stand for that.

[luvhughes43]

Clingy | Luke Hughes x reader

Request: Heyy can I request a Luke hughes fic where him and the reader are dating (long term) and she tends to get really clingy and overly emotional when she’s about to get her period, and she over hears him calling her clingy to the boys as he’s forgotten it’s that time? 

word count: 0.7k

you and luke had been dating for 2, going on 3 years now. you had thought he’d understood you perfectly, but you guessed you thought wrong.

every month like clockwork, when you were about to get your period you would start getting extra clingy with luke. He never seemed to mind, and you two would enjoy spending days cuddled up in his or your bed. but now that his schedule was more chaotic, and he and you have been going out more, you guessed he just got sick of how clingy you were.

“guys I can't even do anything anymore… y/ns been so clingy this past week!” you heard Luke tell his teammates as you stood outside the boys living room. you came to the house to spend some more time with Luke but he clearly was sick of it. “I swear I can't even go out without her sticking to my side all night!” Luke continued and your heart broke. “she can't seriously be jealous or something right? like honestly it’s getting so annoying” he finished.

It was then that you stepped into the living room. “You think I'm annoying…” you trailed off, clearly upset. the boys quickly noticed the tears building in your eyes so they hastily excused themselves to their rooms. 

“baby i just-“ Luke started but you cut him off.

“I'm just going to go” your voice broke. you couldn’t believe he thought you could've been jealous and that you were being annoyingly clingy. you just wanted him.

Luke let you go. 

a few days later he finally texted.

lukey🌷🫶: I’m really sorry about what I said. Can I see you?

y/n: i don’t want to talk to someone who thinks i’m annoying srry.

lukey🌷🫶: Please just talk to me? I swear if you want me to go I will.

y/n: fine .. meet me at my dorm in an hour?

lukey🌷🫶: I’ll be there

read 2:05pm

just as he promised, Luke was knocking on your dorm door an hour later. you reluctantly got off your bed and opened it. Luke looked a mess. you could clearly tell he felt bad about what happened. “I uh.. I got you a coffee "Luke spoke up, showing you the iced coffee in his hand. you took the coffee from him and opened up your door a little wider. He stepped in and sat on the edge of your bed. “I just want to tell you I'm sorry for what I said, y/n.. I just got frustrated", Luke started to apologize.

“Why did you tell your friends?” you cut into his apologies and he looked up at you surprised.

“I uh-“

“No seriously. If you thought I was being super clingy and annoying why didn’t you just tell me? it’s so embarrassing that’d you’d tell them! I seriously thought you didn’t mind me being clingy and to find out that you think I'm annoying by overhearing you talk about it with your friends… It really hurts luke! You should’ve told me yourself.” you started tearing up midway through your speech. you felt so embarrassed. 

he looked down at his hands, “I know, I shouldn’t have done it. I just needed to tell someone and the guys were there and… I don’t even know what to say” you sniffled. 

“I just feel like all this time you’ve been resenting me for getting clingy and I don't know…” you trailed off quietly. 

Luke got up off your bed and walked over to you, taking the coffee out of your hands and pulling you into a hug. He placed your coffee on your desk before he trailed his hands up and down your back. You rested your head in the crook of his neck. “I’m so sorry. I love you y/n” Luke whispered as he brought one hand up to stroke your hair, the other still rubbing up and down your sweater clad back. 

“I’m sorry too..” you whispered into his neck as you tightened your arms around him for a second before relaxing your hold again. 

Luke dragged you into your bed and you both caught up on the few days you were apart. You were still a little upset about him talking to his friends about you, but he assured you that next time he would talk to you first about issues regarding your relationship. 

[hiddenyurenda]

Everybody needs a little comforting

In which you and Ellie had an argument so now you’re trying to make it up to her.

Cw: kinda needy ellie, VERYY subtle nsfw, no smut

this is my first time actually posting a fic, apologies for it being short😣😣

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It’s a Friday night, and you were in your bed wrapped up in a blanket; thoughts lingering. You and Ellie had gotten into an argument a few days ago, but she still won’t talk to you because you maybe said something that crossed the line. It started off as a simple disagreement, quickly getting heated which caused both you and Ellie to say some hurtful words to each other.

What could you do? What could you say? Obviously you couldn’t just pounce on her and then expect her to forgive you no matter how badly you wanted to. Then a thought came up to you. Cuddling her was the best thing you could think of. But first and foremost, you needed some sort of mini-script apologizing because just cuddling her out of nowhere would most definitely be a little creepy. As much as you wanted to know just the right words to say, you couldn’t wait any longer, and you rushed to her room. It’ll be fine. You don’t need a mental script. God, you were hoping things went well.

The second you opened her bedroom door, you were seriously regretting deciding to just wing your apology instead of properly thinking it out. Was it possible to just disappear out of existence? Because oh, how you wish it were. Ellie turned her head to look at you, but then turned her back from you. “What? What do you want, (y/n)?” She said so with a relatively harsh tone. Ouch. She never called you by your actual name; it was always some cute little pet name like ‘baby’ or ‘pretty girl’ or something along those lines. But you knew you messed up and you deserved that. You took a deep breath, praying for some words to form. Unfortunately, luck wasn’t by your side so you were just standing there. Ellie turned her body to face you with an expression that you couldn’t even pinpoint. She looked annoyed? But hurt? Disappointed? Yet you could still see the lovingness in her eyes.

“Uhm— I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have said that to you the other day. I was mad. I’m so sorry, Els.” You really wanted to say some sort of long speech, but your mind wouldn’t cooperate. Goddamn it. Ellie was looking at you the whole time, but looked away once you finished talking. You knew it was bad timing yet you couldn’t help but find that so cute of her. You opened your mouth to say something, but Ellie cut you off. You noticed her cute freckled cheeks were a bit flushed. She then tapped the bed, motioning you to lay down. And so you did. You felt Ellie’s arm moving and she was making you spoon her, she nestled her head into your neck. It wasn’t often you saw her be so vulnerable , but god did you love it. You took her action as a silent way of forgiving you.

You were startled a little startled when you felt something wet on your neck, followed by a sniffle. Ellie was crying. “What’s wrong? I’m sorry, Els.” Your hand reached for her head and you were rubbing little circles on her hair. She didn’t say anything but what she did do was somehow hug you harder and bury her head deeper into your neck. You didn’t even know it was possible. Ellie sniffled again and mumbled a little “shit,” barely audible. “‘M sorry…” You liked this side of Ellie, where she wasn’t acting as tough because you knew it meant that she was comfortable with you. “It’s okay, Els. I love you. I love you so much.” Ellie looked up at you and craned her neck, motioning for a kiss. Your lips touched hers, and you guys were sharing a soft, loving kiss.

“Sleep here… please?” You didn’t wanna be a burden to her, but the way Ellie looked at you with those puppy eyes just nearly made you melt. How could you say no? “Fine.”

.✧ the end :).

[gay-dorito-dust]

Good day,

I really like your works! Especially your new resident evil series! May I request a moment of peace in a save room, when our "business" partners helping each other with wounds, catching their breath,maybe eating some raw eggs. Also, it would be great if you will increase percent of romantic tension. It can be in whatever format you'd like to write. Thank you! Wish you a nice day!

Leon Is hella ooc, the ending kinda sucked and idk if I made enough romantic tension as I spent most of this fic giving reader and Leon a jokey relationship.

‘In here!’ Leon exclaimed, ushering you in hastily, wasting no time in shutting the door, where you were left waiting on baited breath for a good couple of seconds as the villagers gave up their search and have their feet carry them back way they came; You and Leon unanimously heaved a heavy sigh of relief.

‘That was a close one.’ You told your partner as you hunched over with your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath as repentance for all the running you did prior. While it was an advantage to being a well trained agent but to also be known as a well trained agent with shit stamina felt like the start of a shit joke somehow.

‘You’re hurt.’ Leon pointed out rather abruptly, his eyes honed in on a partial part of your body.

‘Where?’ You asked, too tired to even bother looking, besides the adrenaline rush didn’t do much to help either as you were pretty much waiting for it to leave your system so you could finally start to feel the pain you’ve had to put off in effort to finding safety.

‘Here.’ He told you, taking ahold of your hand gingerly, where he then proceeded to show you the gash spanning the expanse of your upper arm. ‘Oh. That. It’ll be fine with some antibiotic and a bandage.’ You said, deducing the severity of your wound, ‘it doesn’t look too deep to cause me any serious issues. Besides our mission to locate and find Baby Eagle takes a higher presidency then that of my injuries.’

‘Yeah, nice speech and all but the mission won’t be a proven success if we leave that,’ Leon then gestured to the wound on your upper arm with his free hand, ‘and anything injury related untreated and prone to infection.’ He tells you as he leads you towards a chair situated next to an conveniently placed wooden table, sitting you down on it while he then pulled up a chair in front of you. ‘Besides, I have developed a preference for having my partner to be alive and breathing to annoy me after all is said and done.’ He adds to lighten then mood, which clearly worked when he saw a smile tug on your lips and the playful light in your eyes when you used your free hand to lightly smack him on the arm.

‘You cheeky little shit. I’ll have you know that this ‘annoying’ partner of yours is the one keeping you alive.’ You rebutted, flinching slightly when Leon disinfected the gash. ‘Sorry.’ He utters, trying to figure out a different approach in clearing out your wound without causing you more discomfort. ‘It’s fine Leon, just a little sting. I can handle it.’ You said softly, finding your partner’s willingness to compromise endearing, with your reassurance in mind, Leon continued to clear your wound; where he would stop every now and then to rub his thumb against the back of your hand or squeeze it reassuringly whenever you flinched or hissed involuntary at the stinging sensation permeating throughout your entire arm.

It wasn’t before long that he had properly dressed your wound, double checking that the bandages weren’t too tight on you but yet also not too loose; When your eyes stopped on his jaw and focused in on an sharp cut, dried with blood, running just across his jawline. It wasn’t deep which was a good thing as it meant that it wouldn’t be in need of any sort of dressing but you’d rather be reliant on absolutes then on taking risks; that you didn’t notice your hand had reached up to hold the back of his neck secure, nor the hitch in your partners breath as your thumb skimmed the skin beneath the cut as though he were made out of porcelain, nor the way his pulse seemingly picked up by your closeness in proximity when you gauged a closer inspection.

‘What’re you doing?’ Leon asked before jokingly adding, ‘have I got something on my face or at I so dashingly handsome that you can’t help yourself but get a closer look.’

‘Hate to break your fantasy Kennedy but despite how obscenely attractive you like to perceive yourself as but be a good partner and hand me that there antiseptic spray, you’ve got a good sided cut running along your jawline.’ You informed him, holding out your hand as he pressed the cold can of the spray into your hand begrudgingly. ‘Thank you sweetie.’ You chuckled at his groan, knowing how much he hated this part as much as you did, but it was basic medical procedure 101 and it had to be done. ‘let’s just get on with it before I regret trusting you with that thing.’ He grumbles.

‘Oh don’t be such a Debby downer Leon,’ you told him as you angled his face to look directly at you as you leaned in once more until your faces were mere inches apart and your breaths were fanning across the others face, ‘I am a professional.’ You heard your partner snort, ‘oh like how you ‘professionally’ sprayed antiseptic into my mouth that one time?’ Leon joked but immediately afterwards his hands instinctively gripped onto your waist, pulling you into him a little when you began to disinfect his cut, causing a gasp to slip past your lips at the suddenness of his action and the closeness of your faces; so much so that your nose was practically brushing against his and your lips were ghosting over each other’s.

Yet you wouldn’t allow this to go to your head as anything but as Leon acting out on instinct. ‘I said I was sorry didn’t I?’ You whispered, having finished disinfecting his cut by now and gingerly placing a plaster over the top but instead of pulling away from your now patched up partner, you remained where you were; breaths width away until…

‘Would you like an egg?’

‘God damn it Leon!’ You exclaimed before calming down, ‘but yeah I would like an egg.’

‘White or brown?’ He asked, presenting you with each egg.

‘Brown please.’ You told him, thanking him softly when he gave you the egg as you both began to make quick work of them in complete silence.