#what is a snippet these got so long i'm sorry

[ellohcee]

HEY HEY. BLOODY NOSE AND SPEED DATING AND SINGLE DAD

HEEEEY okay okay these got little bit hella long so I am putting them under the cut~

Bloody nose is one I posted briefly then deleted for some reason? But I joked about this because of some shitpost I saw and like usual I said "oh Jasper" and doodled it yeah but I wrote it too! So here's a bit of it and I'm now realizing it's not really a WIP since I considered it I guess done when I posted the whole thing but here it is anyway~

Jasper likes to think he’s pretty easy going most of the time. He likes to let things roll off instead of getting annoyed or flustered, he just doesn’t see the point in stressing over most things especially the stuff you can’t control. Sure, maybe it’s to a fault sometimes but mostly it’s a good thing to be so chill! It makes life easier, and he’s kind of proud of his ability to keep his shit together.

Most of the time, being the key phrase.

And this ability happens to leave him under certain circumstances, like seeing a really cute guy across the street. He’s paused, standing out of the way as he looks at something on his phone, one knuckle of his free hand held against his chin as if thinking intently about something. Jasper can’t help but stare just a bit, just a little tiny bit because he’s… god he’s cute. He wishes he was on that side of the street to get a better look at him. Not that he has any kind of excuse or the balls to talk to the man but he can admire!

And then the man looks up, meeting his gaze and doing the emotional and mental equivalent of a car coming straight for him as Jasper’s brain freezes up from being caught staring, his heart doing a funny little skip, his breath catching-

-and his face smashing into a fucking telephone pole like hello who put this here!!

He stumbles back, nearly tripping on an uneven bit of the sidewalk and eating further shit in front of the cute stranger but he keeps upright despite the pain in his face and the stars blooming in front of his eyes as he feels a wetness start to roll down from his nose. The pain is already stark, radiating from his nose throughout the rest of his face in waves that make him dizzy as his ears ring a little from the sudden impact.

Sometimes he pauses and thinks to himself ‘why me’ and follows it up with ‘of course me why not’ because that’s just his luck sometimes. This is what he gets for being a creep and staring at some random dude across the street who’s just trying to mind his own business, and here he is ogling-

“Oh my goodness, are you okay?? You’re bleeding!”

He blinks, scrunching his nose briefly before making what must be an even worse expression as he sucks in a pained breath. He then comprehends that this someone is probably talking to him since it sure does feel like he’s got a gusher of a nosebleed and sure he had just walked face first into a goddamn telephone pole and again who in the ever loving fuck put that there when he was busy looking at-

He lets out a funny noise as he realizes the cute redhead he’d been staring at is no longer across the street and is now right next to him, looking at him in concern with a hand on Jasper’s shoulder, looking ten times as cute up close with all his freckles and his pretty green eyes -or are they teal?- and he looks really genuinely concerned. This isn’t the way he would’ve liked to start a conversation but this is apparently happening right here and right now.

It feels a little like he’s been shoved into rush hour traffic but somehow he’s gone into chill mode anyway.

“I’m fine, don’t even worry about it,” Jasper says with a wave, tasting blood as it runs down over his lip, sharp and strong, and he pulls the sleeve of his hoodie over his hand and swipes a little at the mess before pressing it lightly just under his nose to catch the trail.

“Are you sure? You should really sit down somewhere! Here, come with me,” the ginger insists, gently directing him around the stupid pole and towards a Starbucks and hopefully no one inside saw his totally uncool collision but what does that really matter when his cute stranger already saw the whole thing, what more dignity is there to lose? At this point being embarrassed feels useless, he’s just gonna roll through this mess.

On this note Jasper lets himself be led over to the establishment without a fuss, but still trying to assure the man. “It’s totally chill dude, really,” he soothes, feeling blood soak further along his sleeve, some of it starting to dry on his face where he’d smeared it, tasting it on his tongue. “It’s not broken or anything.”

“All the same, you really should sit for a minute and get some ice on that,” the ginger replies, opening the door with one hand and leading Jasper inside with the other still on his shoulder. He directs Jasper over to an empty table, pulling a chair out and guiding him to sit. A few of the patrons stare at him in curiosity, and he merely tilts his head calmly in a kind of ‘sup’ gesture, and they look away.

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SPEED DATING! Idk how this came up but I thought hey wouldn't that be cute and the idea of JAsper just disrupting things in a very Jasper way is always good

David sighs as the bell rings and his current partner leaves without a word. He was already regretting that he allowed Gwen to talk him into this speed dating thing, and with each awkward interaction it gets stronger. He thought nothing ill of any of the women he’d sat with so far, but he knows he’s honestly not the type of man they were hoping to find here. And to be honest, lately he’s been leaning more towards-

“Mind if I uh, sit here?”

David looks up in surprise at the voice, seeing a man with his hand resting casually on the back of the chair. He’s a little red in the face, hesitant but hopeful, and this certainly is a surprise, but a good one all the same. “Oh, please go ahead,” he says, earning a nervous grin from the man as he sits.

“Thanks,” he says, scooting his chair. “Jasper,” he introduces.

“David,” the ginger replies, growing more and more hopeful. He hadn’t anticipated finding any gay men at this event, but this one seems to have him on radar. “Are you…” he trails off, unsure of how to ask. He feels he shouldn’t need to ask, it is a dating event after all so if Jasper wants to sit with him that should mean there’s interest, but he’s been burned one too many times.

“Bi,” Jasper fills in with a grin, not seeming to mind the questiom. “I’ve uh… been thinking about trying to snag a seat with you, finally decided to just go for it, and if I’m reading wrong I’ll just retreat with my pride only mildly damaged,” he teases.

“Oh,” David says in surprise. “Well I- I’m bi too,” he says, making Jasper’s smile widen. “I hadn’t expected…”

“Me neither,” Jasper replies. “My gaydar’s not the most reliable, but I’m glad I took my chances.”

David chokes on a laugh, smiling. “I am too,” he says happily. “My friend talked me into this, she figured it was the next best thing since I’m too nervous to go to any bars...”

“Heeey that’s chill, bar surfing’s not for everyone, even ones where you’re more guaranteed of being with your people,” Jasper assures him. “That’s not my scene either, too loud for me.”

They chat for a few minutes, and David feels himself relaxing as the moments go by, it’s much more natural and comfortable than the previous conversations he’s had tonight. There’s something about Jasper, he’s just so easy going and friendly. The women who’d sat with him until now gave the impression of being stuck with him as their last choice. But Jasper sought him out on purpose, maybe that’s why their conversation is so easy. It’s hard to make small talk when one half of the table is just counting down until they can change seats.

Way too quick for their liking, the bell rings and people begin to shuffle. Jasper hesitates, and David feels his heart sink.

“Rotate couples, come on!”

Jasper clicks his tongue in annoyance, probably because the host is looking at him specifically, likely trying to burn a hole through his skull with sheer will alone. “Well, it was rad chatting with you. Maaaybe I’ll wind up at your table again,” he suggests hopefully.

“I’d like that,” David smiles.

Jasper grins back in delight.

“That means you table twelve!”

“Bite me,” Jasper says petulantly with a brief but dirty look at the host, standing up and wandering over to a new seat with one last glance at the ginger.

David watches him go, almost missing that someone else is taking the empty seat. He pastes on a smile and introduces himself…

Throughout the night, Jasper makes his way to David’s table whenever he can, which is not hard unless someone sits at his table first before he can get away. After their third chat, the host actually stops Jasper in the shuffle where he’s on his way to David again, begging him to sit with someone else.

“What, is it against the rules?” he challenges, not aggressive, but a little peeved that he’s being held up.

“Well- no- but that’s the point of getting twenty men and twenty women,” the host tries to reason. “It’s off balance now and the women that are left over are uncomfortable...”

“Well no offense to them but now they know how us sad little gays feel,” Jasper quips cheerfully. “You can kick me out if you want, but then you’ll still be off balance. PLUS it’d be kinda super uncool and come off as a little kinda homophobic if you do,” he shrugs casually, practically batting his eyes.

The host huffs, waving his hands in annoyance. “Fine, fine!”

“Sorry to pull that card, I know you’re just tryin to run your event, but I found a good match,” Jasper grins, heading towards said match’s table. “Hey, job well done!” he calls over his shoulder, giving the exasperated host double thumbs up as he makes his way to David.

“Heya stranger!” he greets as he parks it in the empty chair across from the ginger, looking accomplished.

“Did you get in trouble?” David teases playfully.

“Yeah I got a little talking to, but we’re chill now, my stubbornness won out and we came to an understanding,” Jasper grins, winking.

David giggles softly. “I’m glad to hear that.”

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AND finally SINGLE DAD- I just love the idea of David trying to navigate the idea of dating because he totally does want his kid's approval but ALSO because Max can be a little ticking time bomb and he's sweatin it a little-

“Max,” David says carefully, making the boy look up from his dinner with a suspicious glare.

“What,” he deadpans, hearing the tone immediately and knowing A Conversation is going to be had.

“I was just wondering… what you thought of Jasper,” David says, trying to be casual. “You two seem to get on well.”

“He’s annoying,” Max grumbles flatly, making David’s heart drop, the beginnings of dread creeping in.

“What?”

“His jokes are stupid and he dresses like he found his shit out of a thirty year old dumpster behind some shitty store that went out of business… But. Other than that he’s fine I guess, whatever,” Max shrugs, seeing some of David’s fear start to recede. “You like him,” he says blandly.

David’s face warms, and he looks down at his food. “Yes.”

“So ask him on a date already, jesus,” Max sighs with a roll of his eyes, taking a bite of food.

David’s heart races, looking back up at his son. “Really? You would… be okay with it?”

“You don’t need my permission,” the boy shoots back.

“But I want it,” David says carefully, making Max pause and look up from his dinner. “Max, you’re my son, and I absolutely care what you think and how you feel, including about people I may bring into your life. I don’t want you to agree because you feel you have no say in it. I want to know if you’re actually okay with Jasper. If you could… see him in the picture with us.”

Max stares at him for a long moment, quietly shocked. Even though David has thrown him little curve balls like this time and time again, it never fails to surprise him when he’s treated like a human with feelings and opinions, not just a stupid child. His old parents, while not terrible, had often brushed aside his opinions and protests like most adults he’d met. Telling him he’s too young, he’s just a kid, he doesn’t know. But David is different, and after two years it still throws him off.

Finally, he lets out a sigh that’s almost a laugh. “Yeah yeah, whatever, date him,” he says calmly. “Maybe he can divert some of your annoying ass chipper self away from me and onto him instead,” he smirks, making David laugh.

“Aw Max, I love you kiddo,” he says in delight, taking another bite of his dinner and feeling both at peace and excited. He’d been scared of Max having objections to the idea of him dating, bringing a potential parental figure into his life, but the boy surprises him sometimes. Thankfully this is one of those times.

Now the other monumental task…

Asking Jasper out.

- - - -

“Hey, Jasp,” David says nervously, his face already warming a little.

“Hey dudeski,” Jasper replies, handing him an iced coffee as he sits.

“Oooh, thank you,” David says happily, the simple gift distracting him from his nerves a little as he takes a sip. “Wow, this is good! Where’d you get it?”

“Okay, you’re cool so I’m gonna let you in on my secret, but this stays between us,” Jasper says in a quiet, but dramatic voice as he leans in. “The gas station next to Wendy’s, downtown.”

“Really? A gas station?” David says in surprise.

“Again, hush hush, I can’t have the whole world movin’ in on my coffee spot,” Jasper insists firmly, making David laugh.

“Of course, your secret’s safe with me,” he says with a big smile, his heart fluttering at the way Jasper grins back a him, and he feels like now is the time. He’s nearly certain Jasper likes him back, but the nerves have been eating him up. Max had watched him pace for nearly ten minutes before finally tossing a throw pillow from the couch at him.

He takes a little sip of the coffee to stall for just another moment, clearing his throat. “Hey… Jas?”

“Sup,” the other man replies curiously, sipping his own coffee.

“I was wondering if… if you’d um.. like to get lunch- or-or dinner or something- sometime, anytime, whenever… with me,” he adds softly, heart thundering.

Jasper stares at him, brows raised where they’d slowly climbed during his stammering, blinking as he slowly sets the coffee down seemingly without realizing it. “Like… like a date?” he asks carefully.

David takes a long breath. “Yes,” he says on the exhale.

Jasper’s face breaks into a silly, crooked smile, his eyes alight and a flush in his cheeks. “Yeah dude, totally!” he says in delight. “But uh- will Max be okay with it?” he asks hesitantly.

“I’ve already asked, I have his blessing,” David says shyly, smiling.

“For real, he’s cool?” Jasper asks in surprise.

“Yes, he says you’re annoying, but I’m allowed,” the ginger says wryly.

“What! Annoying??” Jasper asks, looking stricken and betrayed despite often proclaiming himself annoying. “How? Why?”

“He says it’s your jokes and the way you dress,” David says, his smile widening in delight as Jasper immediately looks down at his shirt, a bright green gecko with pink-rimmed sunglasses looking back at him against the black fabric.

He looks up, a little devastated. “But- this is primo shit! It’s classic!”

David laughs. “For what it’s worth, I like the way you dress, you remind me of an arcade carpet sometimes,” he teases playfully.

“Only sometimes?” Jasper pouts, making David laugh again. “But man, your little dude is major harsh.”

“He can be quite… opinionated,” the ginger says kindly, neutral despite the polite smile on his face. Neutral like leaving out Max’s comment about clothes out of a 30 year old dumpster. “But he did say other than that you’re fine,” he adds wryly, knowing this is the closest Max could get to showing approval. His son was not shy of making his distaste known, so ‘fine’ was a huge win for David.

“Well I’ll take fine, the little man seems hard to win over,” Jasper says, his pout slowly morphing into a goofy smile. “So… a date,” he repeats, sounding pleased.

David goes a little redder. “If you could see yourself dating a single dad of a little hellraiser,” he says softly.

“You and your little hellraiser are pretty cool, I can definitely see it,” Jasper replies, his grin stretching as David’s eyes flicker down to his coffee with a cute smile, looking embarrassed.

He’d definitely not been expecting to be asked out by David today but god damn he’ll take it!

[seventh-district]

tfw you're trying to write a Genshin fic but ur memory is shit so u have to leave urself [REMINDERS] to come back and correct your spelling/figure out NPC names/scour the wiki to double-check character and story lore, because if u even so much as glance away from the google doc in the moment you'll lose all of your writing momentum

coughs [link to some other (better) excerpts from the fic since the post didn't make it into the tags and i'm too lazy to remake it]

[megarywrites]

roy g biv tag game

I was tagged by @thewriteflame (thanks, this was really fun!) everything is from Seafoam, and as always, it got long lol

I'll tag: @flowerprose @the-orangeauthor @aninkwellofnectar @pinespittinink @ashen-crest @daisywords @surroundedbypearls (no pressure ofc!)

red

The light of the dying sun bled into the raging sea, and still Pa’s ship had not yet come into port. Its silhouette was etched on the horizon with perhaps an hour or two of sailing before the Pontus would return to shore. Then, he would be home and warming himself at the hearth, regaling Ma and I with tall tales about the pirates and sea serpents he encountered with his crewmates. Each time, his stories became more elaborate, more far-fetched. All to make her laugh, if I had to guess, because Ma’s laughter filled our home for days following his homecoming.  I twirled the thin stem of an othima blossom between my fingers, then tore my gaze away from the outline of the Pontus to look at the tiny flower. It blended just so with the light of the setting sun, a mottle of bright red and orange with the tips of its five petals dipped in gold. “Thala!” Absently, I looked up at the sound of Ma’s voice. The fact that she had called my name did not quite register until she did it again. Louder, this time, her voice floating up to where I was perched on the bluff.  “Thala! Come home! Supper is getting cold!”

orange

“It was just a dream,” she said, softly now. I shook my head, my breaths coming quick and short as my eyes darted behind her, scanning each of the unfamiliar faces. All of them, witnesses to my shame. “It wasn’t real.”  Ma—no, Mitha—swam up behind the crowd, flanked by another stranger. She wove effortlessly through the scattered throng, making her way toward me. I pressed myself closer to the wall, despite the discomfort in my fin, watching her warily as she approached. She reached into the satchel at her hip, removing a little pouch made of folded dark red algae. From within it, she extracted a few translucent orange orbs, letting them collect on her palm as she stopped before me.  My gaze flicked between the orbs and the face I knew so well.  “If you take these, you’ll be able to rest peacefully until you naturally wake.”  I eyed the orbs, then her again. “No nightmares?”  “No dreams at all.”  Cautiously, I held out my hand, waiting for her to pour them into my palm. Once she did, I swirled them around, watching them bump together before I popped them into my mouth. I bit down, the juice of the orbs exploding in my mouth. They tasted of unripe tomatoes, the acidity dripping a harsh line down my throat as the world grew numb around me. I floated forward, slumping into Mitha’s waiting arms, and knew no more.

yellow

Once I pulled my hair out from the back of my kapta and slipped my sioti on, I opened the door, and Solera pushed off the wall, glancing up at me. She reached out, tucking a loose curl behind my ear before she turned and led me up and out of our room, through the common room, and up the stairs to the corridor. We raced into the latridom with the other stragglers, slowing to a brisk walk when Sorma Rimal pointedly cleared her throat.  All of us fell into lines flanking the aisle, the Smara churning below us. I tried to stand beside Solera, but Rinni had already taken the spot, so I took the place across from her. She signed something, but the opening of the double doors took my attention away before I could read her hands.  People streamed into Katania, the chatter muted as they walked between us. We all pressed our hands to our chests, inclining our heads respectively. Everyone was dressed in their best garments, white and ivory predominant, but pale yellows, and bright reds were scattered amidst them. Gold accents flashed in the sunlight streaming through the many windows of the latridom. When everyone was through, Sorma Rimal walked down the aisle, her chin held high, her gold-filigreed ivory robes swishing on the glass floor behind her. The Stoli filed in two lines behind her, Solera’s fingers brushing against mine when we were back beside each other again.

green

Laughter from inside was carried out on the breeze. Ma’s laughter. I grabbed the handle of the bucket and hurried back in to find Solera sitting with Ma, who was now all wrapped up in our biggest, warmest blanket, on the sooty edge of the hearth. Both of them looked up at me, then at each other conspiratorially, Solera breaking into a grin.  “What?” I asked, my gaze darting between the pair of them as I placed the bucket down by Ma.  “Oh, nothing.” Solera, taking the cue from Ma, tried to school her expression. Unsuccessfully. “I think I might be a little hungry.”  “Oh?”  “Something light, I think,” Ma added as I started to clear the counter so I could start preparing a meal.  Solera hopped up to help, but I shook my head, gesturing back to the hearth. “Just relax. You two can keep making jokes about me if you want.”  Ma chuckled as I slid my hands through the handles of the mugs littering the counters. “Whatever made you think we were doing that?”  I rolled my eyes, which only made her laugh again. There was that green bottle that Solera had noticed earlier. Bulbous at the base, narrow at the spout. No cork. It was empty. “Do you want to reuse this?” I asked her, holding it up and glancing over at Ma. She shook her head without even looking my way, wrapped up in her whispers with Solera. Huffing a sigh, I tossed the bottle into the bin, both of them looking up when it shattered.  “What, sweetheart?”  “What are you in the mood to eat?”

blue

I kept staring at Olena, waiting for her to look back at me before I raised my shaking hands to ask Can you look after her for me? When she gets back?  She nodded and I braced myself against the table as I stood. Faced Cilia. “I’m ready.” She pushed the door open further, holding it in place as I walked out the door. Panic speared my heart as the door fell heavily closed, draping the stairwell in darkness. Against my wishes, I scurried toward the promise of light on the ground floor. Sorma Rimal emerged from the shadows seconds after I did, her robes so blue they were almost black. Her eyes were on me, pity clearly swimming in the depths of her gaze. Her attention darted away, toward the inner hall of the latridom, before she fished in her pocket and produced a small, thin vial of translucent sage-green liquid.  My brow furrowed as I looked at it, then up to her when she held it out to me. “Take it.”  “What is it?”  “A potion to keep you from getting pregnant.” Dread frosted over me, sending a shiver down my spine, and my mouth popped open in a response that never came. She grabbed my hand by the wrist, setting it on my palm and closing my fingers around it. “It’s quite potent so just be sure to take a few drops every day.”  “Yes, Sorma.”  She released my hand and continued walking, so I tucked the vial in the pocket by my side and trudged after her.

indigo

Dusk was settling in, the indigo clouds stretching across the sea barely brushed with gold on the edges. I caught glimpses of it as we ran past the windows. But then the wall opened up to another, lantern-lit corridor and I stopped running to look all around. A loud snap sounded behind me, and I whirled around, finding Solera, bathed in a warm, yellow glow stretching out from an opening in the wall before her. She waved me to join her, and I hiked up my skirt even higher, sprinting so fast that she reached out to grab me to slow me down. Laughter was sparking in her eyes as she nodded into the kitchens.  A vast room, probably the size of the house Pa had built for us, filled with counters and scullery maids and baskets fit to burst with vegetables of such variety that I hardly recognized some of them. There were so many smells, it was hard to keep track of them all, but it made my stomach grumble. If only I could stay in here and taste everything rather than go up and serve the Diamo and his guests… Bottles of vina rested in holes drilled into the wall, waiting to be used. Curled glass pitchers were lined up beneath them, one of the scullery maids carefully pouring a golden vina into several of them. All of the Stoli were getting platters and plates and serving utensils down, directed by a rather red-faced, rotund woman with kind features and her wispy silver hair tied up into a bun.

violet

“Are you ready to head home?”  I gulped, then shook my head and reached out to brace myself as I swam up to the edge of the upper deck, leading to [the captain]'s room. The site of many of my nightmares. Would his corpse be lying within, still tangled in the violet sheets where I had left him? Or had they disposed of him, too?  “Is that the captain’s quarters?”  I nodded.  “We don’t have to go in there.”  “I know.”  Closing my eyes tightly, I sighed, then started forward toward the ajar door. It pushed open much more easily than mine did, but it was equally as wrecked. Only, there were more things to be tossed about. Bedding, lanterns, maps, instruments to chart the seas, collected trinkets from years of travel, and all the furniture.  Thankfully, though, no [captain].  The thought returned in the pressing silence as I cast about the haunted room—the thought that they should all pay for what they did.

[valentina-writes]

Azriel x reader imagine

summary: it's your first time having your period after turning into a fae and Azriel comforts you.

warnings: (period) blood

A/N: Just a short little drabble. It's that time of the month and I wish I had an Azriel to cuddle the pain away. But I don't. So I pretend I do. (That sounds really pathetic, forget that I said that)

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Being a high fae had its perks. Near eternal life with Azriel, magical powers beyond human comprehension, the fact that your mate had the biggest wingspan of all illyrians... you particularly thanked the Mother for the last one. What you definitely weren't thankful for after you were made a fae was the cycle.

After a few glasses of wine, Feyre had once taken you aside and told you that things would be different in this body. She hadn't had the grace to mention exactly what would be different besides only having your period twice a year. She'd pay for that once you'd be able to get out of bed again.

Because, for some reason, what she hadn't told you about was the excruciating, mind-numbing pain that was ripping your stomach open from within.

Azriel had left at the crack of dawn, leaving you in bed. You had awoken to a cramp so strong you were sure something was ripping your body open. Getting up was impossible, so you had stayed in bed all day.

"Hi, beautiful". Azriel stepped into your shared bedroom and closed the door. You only managed a groan of acknowledgment. Cramps tore through you and a throbbing headache was forming at your temples. The shadows around him stilled. He came closer, frowning. "Is everything alright?". You nodded, but he didn't seem convinced. With long strides Azriel came up to you, eying you closely. And then he inhaled. "Gods, you're bleeding, Y/N. A lot. What happened?". Azriel's shadows escaped the his control and they swirled all around you in search of a wound. Of course they didn't find one. His gaze turned panicked and he reached out to you.

"It hurts so much", you whimpered.

And the night court's spymaster, fuel for many nightmares, feared warrior and shadowsinger, dropped to his knees at your side of the bed and stared at you in horror. He pulled the blankets off the bed in a haste, his eyes darting over your body. "Where are you hurt?". Azriel's scarred hand came up to your face and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, away from your sweaty forehead. His jaw was clenched, his wings twitching, but his eyes were soft.

"It's nothing really-" As if punishing you for your words, a strong cramp tore through your abdomen like a knife stabbing into you and twisting, tearing out the flesh. Groaning, you curled in on yourself, shaking.

"This is it, I'll take you to a healer". Azriel got up and held a hand to your forehead. It was nice and chilly against your skin and you sighed at his touch. His shadows and your pain alike clouded your view of him, but you could've sworn he was muttering something to his shadows under his breath. You only understood snippets of it. Fever. Hurt. Blood. But where?

"Don't take me to a healer". You forced yourself into a semi-upright position and Azriel immediately tried to push you down into the covers again. "Az, I'm on my period"

"Oh, thank the Mother", you thought he said before dropping his face into his hands. And then: "I thought you were dying".

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "It sure as hell feels like it"

Before you could protest, he quickly unlaced his boots and took off his leathers before pulling back the covers.

"I'm sorry, I bled on the sheet", you weakly excused the red stains.

Azriel didn't even look. "I don't care", he huffed and lay down next to you. Strong arms snaked around your waist and lightly caressed your abdomen.

"My poor darling". Warm lips found your cheek. "Why didn't you call for me?".

"I didn't want to keep you from work"

"That's bullshit". Azriel rubbed your belly. "You're in pain and I wasn't there for you". He frowned into your shoulder.

"But now you're here", you sighed and curled into him.

"How can I help you?", Azriel breathed against your throat, "tell me how to take the pain away". His fingers splayed over your stomach and he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"A bath", you whispered, "warmth used to help before". As a human. You had no idea if it would help now.

"Hm... I think I heard about that", he murmured. "Let's get you to the bathtub". All of a sudden, the warmth of his body against yours disappeared.

"Come back to bed", you whined, "I reconsidered. I only need you". A light chuckle from your mate. Then, without asking, he swept you up into his strong arms. "Later".

Azriel carried you into the bathroom adjacent to your bedroom and carefully sat you down onto the rim of the big bathtub. "Can you undress or do you need help?", he asked while running the water and checking its temperature. Your lower back protested as you stood up and were met with a sharp stab of cramps that had you doubling over. The only thing that kept you from crashing onto the floor was Azriel, whose arm you were clutching for support.

"I can do this. Don't worry, this is hardly the first time I'm bleeding". Concern was etched into his features. Azriel's eyes narrowed as he took in the state you were in.

"It is your first fae period. I heard it doesn't compare at all".

"It's fine, really". He observed your movements as you went to pull off your shirt and slightly relaxed when you didn't almost fall over again.

"I'll be back in a minute". He pressed a kiss to your head and left.

The water was just the right temperature. Its warmth felt heavenly against your abdomen. It didn't quite take away the pain, but made it bearable. You closed your eyes and sighed.

Long fingers threaded through your wet hair. "Is that good?". You hummed in agreement.

"Thank you".

"That's the least I can do". Shampoo pooled on the crown of your head and Azriel's big hands started working it into your scalp. "I'd do anything to make you feel better". He said it so earnestly, but the bond between you glowed like molten gold. You'd never be able to put into words just how much you loved him.

He lightly massaged your head and you couldn't help but lean into his touch. "I love you. So much", you hummed.

Azriel helped you out of the tub soon after and helped you into fresh clothes before carrying you back to bed.

Fresh sheets greeted you, as well as a hot water bottle. "I'm really sorry about the sheets", you stated in embarrassment. Not only had he seen them, lain in them, he had also changed them for you without batting an eye.

"I've fought many battles. A little blood is nothing I'm not used to", he stated matter-of-factly. As if he hadn't even thought about it like that.

You curled up against him again immediately. "Next time, use the bond. I don't want you to be in pain alone"

A week later

"Hey Y/N, better already?". Cassian stood in the hallway of Rhys's townhouse, a glass of wine in hand. You were early for dinner.

"You try losing half your blood in a week. Then we can talk", you spat. Azriel next to you took your hand, grounding you.

"Really, Cass, you don't get a say in this". Mor appeared behind him, smiling softly at you. "I'm glad you're better".

"Would've been easier if I had known what to expect", you responded, but your words had no bite to them. Azriel tugged lightly at your hand and led you into the living room.

"I hope she told you about fae ovulation". You whirled around to Cassian, perplexed.

"What are you talking about? What – what do you mean?". But Cassian only laughed. You turned to Azriel. His neck and ears were turning red and his shadows clung so tightly to him you were sure he wanted to disappear from the face of the earth right there.

"Oh honey, you're in for a ride", Cassian cackled.

[sturniolohouse]

That's Life - M.S

A.N: After the stream where Matt said he liked the name June– which has been a name on my baby list for YEARS now – I couldn't stop thinking about this scenario, so I decided to write it. Sorry if it's bad. (I'd also say they are still very young in this, maybe 23/24. But imagine any age you want, I don't really specify.) Hope you enjoy!

summary: dad!matt - a cute snippet of Matt and y/n becoming brand new parents and Chris and Nick meeting their niece for the first time. mainly fluff :')

warnings: none, really. maybe swearing and mentions of blood? (also use of y/n because apparently that is hated? idk)

word count: 2.4k

"Kid, hold her fucking neck." Matt panics as Chris readjusts in his seat on the couch.

"Matt shut the fuck up, I think I know how to hold my own niece." he retorts.

"No, you clearly don't you idiot."

I peer to my left, he holds her with one hand under her head and one hand under her butt, propping her in front of him on his lap. She's perfectly fine, Matt just worries.

"Look she's fine. She's with uncle Chris." Chris looks at her adoringly but Matt cautiously watches, biting his nails.

"How are you feeling?" Nick asks beside me, rubbing my shoulder as I eat my burger. I was starving and the first thing I wanted after giving birth was In and Out, so Matt made sure Nick and Chris brought it for me.

"I'm so tired but just relieved everything went okay."

It was a long labor, almost 20 hours and about an hour of pushing. I waited to the very last minute to get an epidural and Matt almost passed out once he saw what it actually was.

-

"That goes in your fucking spine?" He squeaks, his face turning pale as he nearly keels over.

I'm sat up with the anesthesiologist behind me prepping the needle. I grab Matt's forearms and bring him to stand between my legs so he's hunching in front of me before I collapse my head into his chest and groan.

"Don't fucking look at it, hold my hands." I seethe through the pain as I wait for the contraction to pass.

"I'm so sorry," He says into my ear as they stick the catheter into my spine and I stay as still as possible.

"I want In and Out after this is all over," I breath out, beginning to feel my lower half go numb.

"I'm getting you whatever you fucking want, sweetheart." He looks me dead in the eyes.

-

"It's kinda fucking nuts that she was just inside you, how the fuck did you like..." Chris speaks up looking between the baby and me. "Push her out..." He hesitates and I burst out laughing as Matt throws his arms up and shakes his head at him, stopping himself from knocking Chris' shoulder.

"Well, it wasn't easy." I wipe my tears from my eyes due to my laughter and Nick gives me my water so I don't choke on my dry ass fries.

"Women are the strongest people on the planet." Nick chimes and Matt smiles proudly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"That's fucking right. So much respect after all I witnessed." Matt rubs his eyes, seeming to be mentally reflecting the past 36 hours.

"She's so fucking cute, looks nothing like Matt." Chris comments, a small smirk growing on his face at the playful jab.

"Okay, give her back you're pissing me off." Matt quickly but gently takes her back even as Chris protests and pouts, sulking back into his chair.

"Lost your baby holding privileges," Nick points at him as Chris makes a face and sticks his tongue out, a throaty bellow echoing in the hospital room.

Nick immediately hushes him. "Can you not act like a barbarian? Fucking idiot." He scolds him.

Matt cradles her softly and my heart still melts at the sight of him holding her. It makes everything I went through so worth it. The both of them do.

-

I lay there in shock with a wailing baby placed on my chest. I look up at Matt on my left and he's got his hand over his mouth and tears brimming his eyes, staring at our baby with so much love.

My chest blooms with warmth and I look down at our daughter. Anyone else would look at her and think she was gross, being purple, covered in goop and blood, but she was quite literally breathtaking. Matt blubbers and bends down so he's more level to me.

"Oh my fucking god," he laughs through his emotion, wiping his eyes quickly and placing a hand on her blanketed back, her cries dying down.

"How the fuck did you do that? You're amazing oh my god." He rambles, kissing my sweaty hairline and I shake my head not really knowing how I did this either.

They let Matt cut the umbilical cord before taking her off me to bathe her quickly.

Matt grabs my face checking in on me. He scans all over my face,"You okay? You did so good, oh my fucking god." I nod quickly, feeling my adrenaline still rushing. It's a weird feeling to describe, but I am so happy.

"She was so tiny, did you see her?" I ask him, my voice a little shaky and he nods laughing, tears still shining in his eyes.

"I did, I did. She's perfect. Thank you." He kisses my lips this time and then looks over to the nurses bringing her over to him.

"You want to hold her, dad?" The nurse smiles and he visibly pales but nods nonetheless and takes her into his arms.

He looks at her and begins to tear up again, having to compose himself by looking up shaking his head. When he looks back at me, I'm sent me over the edge into my own fit of tears.

I would relive this day over and over again to just see that look on his face.

-

He walks over to Nick who's still beside me, bouncing her slightly.

"Nick, cmon. You've yet to hold her." Matt nods toward Nick to take her from his arms. Nick immediately shakes his head and steps back.

"No she's too fresh and tiny. I don't want to break her." He declines.

"Chris get him the pillow. Nick, hold her. You won't break her I promise you." I give him a reassuring rub on the arm and his eyes widen.

"I'm scared," He squeals quietly as he sits down in the chair and Chris sets up the pillow in his lap. Nick covers his mouth as he watches Matt walk over to him. 

Chris puts a hand on his shoulder, "Nick it's gonna be fine." He giggles at his antics and I stifle my own laughter.

"Dude c'mon, I'm telling you to hold my kid not a bomb." Matt rolls his eyes and Nick flips him off.

Matt places her carefully so she's snug in Nick's arms and he freezes immediately.

"What do I do?" He looks up at me in fear.

"Just that. You're doing fine. See, she's perfectly content in your arms." I tell him softly and grab Matt's arm so he stands next to me.

I kiss his forearm and he looks back at me with a warm smile, wrapping his arm around me and sitting beside me on the bed. He pulls me in gently before kissing the top of my head.

"I'm trying to see any real defining features in her but she quite literally just looks like a baby," he studies her face as Chris takes photos of them.

"She definitely looks more like y/n," Matt says, rubbing my arm lightly before stealing one of my fries from my tray.

"I think she has my nose for sure. She hasn't really opened her eyes yet, maybe you can try and wake her up. The nurse should be coming soon to help me feed her."

"I just realized, what's her name?" Nick asks, lightly rubbing her cheek with the back of his finger to try and wake her.

"Yeah, have you guys finally decided?" Chris sits down next to Nick on the couch.

Matt and I look at each other. We had been debating her name since we first saw her face. Of course we had a list prepared but we didn't want to settle on a name until we could match it to her face.

It was hard agreeing on names at first as we had very different tastes but there was one that kept coming back up in conversation and once we saw her it was a no brainer.

I nudge Matt, "Go ahead, tell them." I lean my head against his shoulder.

"Her name is June," They 'aw' in unison.

"June Iris Sturniolo." Matt tells them her full name and he can't help the smile that spreads across his face. 

"I love that, such a sweet name.” Nick smiles down at her.

"Does it have a meaning? Or did you guys just like the name?" Chris pulls back her hat.

"Holy shit, she has a lot of hair." he comments.

"Explains all of my heartburn." I huff and Matt giggles beside me.

"We liked the name and we were looking at lot of nature names, month names, classic names. We landed on June a few times when going over names but didn't want to make it official until we saw her." I start and Matt nods before speaking up.

"Well, we had some music playing during the whole labor and everything but after Y/N started pushing, our playlist ended and started playing whatever. And right before June came out, the song That's Life by Frank Sinatra played. And in the song, there's a line that goes: You're riding high in April, shot down in May but I know I'm gonna change that tune when I'm back on top, back on top in June. Right when we heard that and then we saw her face, we knew that was her name." Matt concluded and I tear up.

"That's so fucking cool," 

"Stop I have chills, oh my god."

"And Iris was my grandmothers name, but we also liked how it sounded with June. It was proven really hard to find a middle name that sounded good with June and Sturniolo." I laugh.

“I love that her name has a cool story behind it that you can tell her one day.” Nick says and I get emotional thinking about telling my daughter the day of her birth.

"Hi June, you gonna wake up for us?" Chris speaks softly to her. She stays put as Nick and Chris look at her expectantly.

"I wouldn't want to open my eyes either if I were just in a a warm dark place for almost nine months and all of sudden I'm in a bright ass hospital room with a loud idiot." Matt speaks looking directly at Chris.

"She must take that after you," I say playfully and rub his chest. He rolls his eyes.

"Aw, a little Mattitude." Chris uses a baby voice, tickling her belly playfully. “Look she even makes Matt’s stank face he does when he’s mad.” He points.

“Oh my god she does,” Nick exclaims.

"Not to be weird, but you are all basically her father since you have identical DNA. Also if you guys have children one day, they'll be genetically June's half-siblings." I state my fun fact and all their faces drop.

Nick gasps, "Wait, that's actually crazy because I was just going to joke around and say 'aw she has my eye-bags'." His eyes widen and I shrug at him proving my point.

"That's so fucking weird." Matt shakes his head in realization.

Chris acts repulsed, putting a hand up. "Yeah, I don't like thinking about that. I'm no one's father, thank God." He does the sign of the cross.

"Yes. Thank God for that." Matt says shortly.

"I don't know, I think Chris will be a good dad one day." I defend him and Matt gives the side eye. 

"Thank you y/n," He says with a hand over his heart.

He walks over to me and gives me a side hug. I kiss his cheek, offering him a fry and he takes it appreciatively.

"I'm definitely staying the fun uncle." Nick states, turning his attention back to June. "One day, you'll be big enough to stay at Uncle Nick's and I'll get you anything you want without your parents knowing," he says quietly to her but we can all still hear him.

She begins to stir in his arms and he freezes again.

"Oh no, she's waking up. Is she gonna cry?" he panics. "Matt quick, take her."

"She might want the boob," he says taking June out of Nick's hold.

She begins to fuss and squirm but Matt calmly shushes her and begins to bounce lightly.

"It's her feeding time in 15 minutes, should I try without the nurse?" I look up at Matt and he shrugs.

"I don't see why not. She's clearly hungry now."

"Uh, should we leave?" Chris says awkwardly and I wave him off.

"I'm gonna cover myself don't worry. Unless you want to leave," I say nonchalantly, not having a care in the world after just about everyone in this hospital has seen me naked. But of course I won't be flashing anyone.

"Junie don't cry, here's mama. She's got the food." Matt tells her quietly, bringing her to me as Chris clears my lap for me and goes to sit down next to Nick again.

"My baby," I pout as I grab her and her little cries die down once she's in my arms. "You already know the deal sister, let's see if we can do this." I talk to her confidently hoping I can do this on my own.

Matt stands beside helping me cover up and get June in the right position.

"There you go, all better." Matt speaks to her softly as she latches on and I exhale in relief. "Good job, mama." He runs his fingers through my hair and rubs my neck.

The nurse walks in mid-feed and praises me. "Looks like you've got it under control here." She smiles and checks my vitals quickly before stepping back out of the room.

Once June finishes eating I burp her upright on my lap, facing her towards everyone. At this point she's wide awake and everyone is staring at her.

"Oh my gosh, her eyes are like, gray," Nick says. 

"Can she see me?" Chris waves at her, shaking his head and sticking his tongue out.

"Her eyes will most likely change color, they can change up until she's a year." I tell them. "And she can probably see you as a blob, Chris. Stop dancing." I tell him and he stops mid griddy. 

"Oh..." He looks defeated and she burps loudly in that moment, making him laugh. "Why does she burp louder than me, she's like 12 hours old." he jokes.

I feel Matt's hand on my shoulder again and he gives me another squeeze. I look up at him and smile tiredly, he leans down to give me a kiss. Something we rarely do in front of others because we hate PDA. But we can't help it this time.

 I hear a snap of a camera and we both look to see Nick with his film camera.

"I couldn't resist. First family portrait." he smiles softly. "I can't believe you're a father, Matthew."

"Believe it, kid."

"Nick, will you actually take our family photos when we get home." I ask rubbing Junie's back. 

"The fact that you even asked that," he says looking offended and everyone laughs. "Of course I will, though."

[mirellapryce]

I found a bunch of snippets I wrote that I'm unlikely to put into any actual fics so now I'm going to share them here out of context.

“I finished one you know. Took a while, but I did it.”

“What’s this now?”

“I finished reading one of your dusty, Greek books. It was in English, but I read the thing cover to cover. Honest. It was pretty good actually. It reminded me of us in the end.”

Edwin was almost afraid what Greek tragedy Charles was comparing them to now, but he looked so proud for having finished it, so Edwin couldn’t help but ask, “Which one was that then?”

“The Odyssey.”

Admittedly that wasn’t what Edwin had expected, and as far as Greek epics went it wasn’t the easiest to get through.

“I guess they made a musical of it? Crystal was playing it for me, and the songs sounded pretty cool, so I thought I’d give the book a go. Gotta admit the musical was easier to follow. Words I never thought I’d say.”

“You said it reminded you of us in the end? I can see you as Odysseus. Strong, brave, and using his wits to beat his opponents in clever, unexpected ways. Who would I be?”

“Penelope.”

Ghosts couldn’t technically choke, but that didn’t stop the shock from causing Edwin to cough. Of course Charles was at his side in a second, patting his back as if that could help. “Sorry, sorry. I guess I should say we’re both Odysseus and Penelope. It’s like you said, right? Odysseus’s super clever and using his brain to get out of all kinds of problems. So, he’s like you. And Penelope is also wicked brilliant, tricking the suitors to get off her back. Odysseus was all determined to make it back to her no matter what, and she was willing to wait for him, even though she actually had no way of knowing he was alive. I think that’s both of us, innit? If we ever got separated, we’d fight our way back to each other however we had to, no matter how long it took.”

[womanofwords]

Silver Swan (Part 5)

Neglected!fem!reader x yandere!batfam

You got into the habit of going on long walks, preferably after Damian had insulted you so you'd have a reason to leave the house in 'tears'. Nobody ever checked on you, so you knew there was no chance of them ratting you out to anybody. You were safe to practice.

You took your gown and hoverboard and practiced flying. You also decided on the perfect call for your board, 'my darling'. Your board was your darling.

Every waking moment was dedicated to your plan. When night fell, you did test runs of where you would be going on the big day. During the day, you would be hunched over with your work making . . . teddy bears. Cotton printed ones with silk shirts and dresses, and all with neatly-tied ribbons around their necks. But for now, focusing on the bears was the most important.

"What are you doing, Y/N?" Dick asked.

"Handmaking stuffed animals for children in need," you said.

"Why do we have to see you do it?" Damian asked.

"I felt like being downstairs where my family is," you said. "I wanted to listen to my gut."

"Maybe you should do that less often," Damian said.

You bided your time well. You waited for everyone else to leave before you made yourself ready. Your dress was hung up waiting for you, underneath your inside-out gown. Now for your mask, shoes, and the window.

"Let's ride, my darling!" you said, and your hoverboard raced to your side like a loyal hound.

You did not go to the gala immediately. Instead, you went to where the cars were parked and slashed all the tires. You slashed the tires of your family's car to delay them coming home, and you slashed the rest to their car wouldn't stand out. You held your hoverboard under your arm and listened to the conversations twisting around each other. The snippets you heard made you sick.

"It's always sad to see a good man's name being slandered."

"It's natural for a boy to sow some wild oats."

This would be more difficult than you'd thought. Just think of the money, you thought, as you decided to make your entrance, hoverboard at your side.

People gasped as you came in, as they should. You were stunning. A particularly slimy older man grasped your hand and kissed it.

"Goodness, you're beautiful," he said. "Who are you, by the way?"

"Silver Swan," you said. It amazed you how easily it came out of your mouth. "I heard there was a gala happening nearby for a young man in need."

"Yes, that's me!" A younger version of the slimy man grabbed you. He may have been slimmer and less wrinkled, but he was no less gross. "Hello, I'm Forbes Umbleby. It's a pleasure."

"I'm sure it'll be a pleasure for us both," you said, trying not to puke. Gee, this guy was gross. "What exactly is the purpose of this . . . gathering?"

"I happen to be a bit strapped for cash. I've been accused of some awful things by some very nasty women, and I need to clear my name."

"People can be so cruel," an older woman said. Forbes' mother, you presumed. "I hope you never have any idea how heartless people can be when they think they can take you for all you're worth."

"I can imagine," you said. "Psst, I've got some wonderful party tricks up my sleeve. However, it involves this little . . . donation pile. How about you put it onto this hoverboard and allow it to be passed around to the guests?"

The repulsive family's eyes sparkled. "Are you sure that'll work?" Forbes asked.

"I'm quite sure it will." You smiled an artificially whitened smile at them. "Unless this little money box weighs more than 500lbs."

They burst out laughing, and helped you load it onto the hoverboard. "You're funny, Silver Swan," Forbes said, putting his hand on your back and letting it slide lower and lower. "I don't meet many funny women."

"I'm sorry to hear that," you said. "And if you think that's funny, I'm about to be hilarious soon."

You watched with glee as the already rather large money box filled with more and more money. Clearly, everyone in attendance thought that this was hilarious too, a masked woman letting a box of money float around to people.

"Hello there, Mr Wayne," you said, trying to keep the resentment out of your voice. "Care to make a charitable donation?"

"Of course, miss," Bruce Wayne said, flashing an easy smile your way. Your own father found it easier to smile at a stranger than at you. You forced a smile at your siblings before you moved on.

"Well, now that this money box is making my hoverboard dip lower with the weight of your generosity," you say, as the partygoers laugh, "it is time I gave you something. Please gather into small clusters, no more than four or five to a group, and hold out your hands for something that is sure to bring you all together."

As if you had hypnotised everyone, they did as you said. You reached into the deep inner pockets of your cloak and handed one person from every group a glue grenade. The Wayne family had split into two groups, one with Bruce, Barbara, Duke, and Jason, and the second with Cassandra, Stephanie, Dick, Tim, and Damian. In the first group, you pressed the glue grenade into Bruce's hands. In the second, the grenade was passed to Damian.

"Just to be clear, this gift is best enjoyed if everyone is at eye level, so if you are with a child or someone who is sitting down, it is best to crouch down to their level." There was a momentary shuffling as everyone adjusted. "Now, whoever's holding the little ball press the button on the side and count down from ten immediately."

A clicking of buttons echoed around the room as people began to count. Their counting was a cue for you to weave through the room and get to the exit before you got stuck in your own glue trap.

"Ten . . . nine . . . eight . . ."

Why was this so hard?!

"Seven . . . six . . . five . . ."

Did all those people really have to smile at you? And did you really have to smile back?

"Four . . . three . . . two . . . one . . ."

Finally, you were out of the blast zone. You could breathe.

"Zero," you whispered.

Everyone screamed as they were encased, not in gold, but in glue. Horrible, sticky glue that stuck them to their neighbours and had no leeway. You were finally safe, and you had the money. You could finally get out of there.

"YOU BITCH!" Forbes screamed. "COME BACK HERE WITH MY MONEY!"

OK, maybe not yet. You turned around and waved at him, far too cheerily. "Hiya, creep!" you giggled. "Hey, maybe being stuck in all that glue will remind you of the women you forced into place and couldn't leave. Thanks for the cash, dude, really appreciate it."

"You're going to doom me to a life in jail! You can't do this!"

"I can and I have. And what you doomed those girls to is far worse." You turned away from Forbes, deciding to make your exit. "My darling, it's time to go!"

And you took off.

Luckily, you had bought yourself plenty of time; once they got out of the glue, they'd have to go to their cars and realise that they were out of commission. Enough for you to make an alibi for yourself.

Re-entering through the same window, you dressed into your loved-to-pieces old pyjamas and began stuffing the money under your bed. Sure, it was an obvious place to hide something, but nobody ever went into your room anyway, so whatever. You grabbed the last few bears to be sewed and made the last few details. Hopefully, that would be enough to convince Alfred that you'd been in your room all night.

"Miss Y/N, your family has come into a bit of trouble recently," Alfred said. "A masked vigilante named Silver Swan has intruded onto the fundraiser and has immobilised them with exploding glue bombs."

"Really?" You stifled laughter. "Are they OK?"

"Apparently, Silver Swan stole the money raised for Mr Forbes Umbleby and flew off on a flying skateboard."

"I think that's a hoverboard, Alfred."

"Quite. Oh, and Miss Y/N?"

"Yes, Alfred?"

"The next time you come home from being Silver Swan, remember to take off your mask. I know it's very pretty, but it gives you away."

Oh, shit.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Nueva Vida - [Part 2]

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♥ none of the pictures are mine - face claim: wolifecindy on insta & girls on pinterest

♥ warnings: misogyny, swearing, mentions of alcohol, suggestive language !!!

♥ a/n: I'm so sorry if my Spanish is incorrect, I'm a no sabo kid.

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-Vogue Article Snippet-

Though she has been not in the spotlight for long, Y/n L/n has certainly made an impact on Formula 1. Alongside other amazing female influences such as Hannah Schmitz and Bernie Collins, Y/n continues to be a role model for women in the sport.

-Vogue Interview-

"So, Y/n what were your experiences like coming up to F1? I can only imagine the difficulties that come with being a woman in motorsports."

"It definitely was a challenge. Hate really got to my heart when I was younger and fresh out of high school. With the amount of misogyny I've faced and the lack of representation, I've almost given up too many times." you said, thinking back to your early days in F3. "I had to push myself and remember why I was here. First and foremost my passion for the sport. I've been an F1 fan since I was a kid and I wasn't going to toss away my dream due to bigoted men around me. They wanted to see me fail and I wasn't going to let them succeed."

"Beautifully said. I know the fans have a nickname for you... "Susie Wolff's daughter" how do you feel about this?"

"It's definitely something," you laughed softly. "No, I love it. Susie was and continues to be a role model of mine. I'm definitely glad we have a program like F1 Academy being directed by her. I hope I can inspire girls the same way she does."

"I have one more question for you: What are your plans for the future? Was F1 the ultimate goal or is there still something you're chasing?"

"F1 was definitely the dream. It's absolutely unreal that I'm working with Ferrari and the one and only Lewis Hamilton. As far as my future, I don't have any current plans. I want to enjoy my time here before I start considering any sort of possible change."

The interviewer nodded and jotted down a few notes

"Thank you for your time Y/n." she smiled.

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user7 wdym by that?

user60 figured they would've fired her by now

user19 you're so pretty

user14 my home country <3

yourusername @/charles_leclerc so when were we getting a Leo roscoe crossover?

user2 its a crime that it hasn't happened yet

charles_leclerc they can meet in budapest

yourusername that better be a promise

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scuderiaferrari Ferrari 1-2 in Spa. Let's keep pushing ❤️

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yourusername congrats lew and charlie <3 you both drove an amazing race

user1 "lew" "charlie" 🥹

user8 shes the cutest :(

user14 "thank you y/n" we all say in unison

lewishamilton thank you y/n

charles_leclerc thank you y/n

landonorris thank you y/n

user7 Lando you're not even a ferrari driver 😭

user9 MANIFESTING WORKED

user15 and how come y/n's not in this post

user3 wheres y/n?

user8 they're trying to silence women

user9 confirmed women haters

user5 GET IN THERE LEWIS

user12 I'm crying they're 1-2 in the championship too hdjdjddj

user14 I need them to go pull Adrian Newey out of retirement now

user2 ❤️forza ferrari❤️

fredrikvesti WE MISS YOU AT MERCEDES

yourusername me or Lewis?

georgerussell63 neither

yourusername @/georgerussell63 and I thought we were friends

georgerussell63 you're traitors 🫵

user5 I love that this is a running joke

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-Time Skip: Mexico-

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yourusername had to visit rosarito before I head to mexico city

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yourbestfriend we NEED a girls trip here

yourusername you, me, kika, lily mhe

lilymhe I’m so there

user12 welcome to mexico!!!

user14 how is she so pretty 😭

user18 those tacos look so good

user90 🤢

user3 bros so weird

user19 imagine going out of your way to comment that

user1 so aesthetic

user20 ❤️❤️❤️

user17 your so gorgeous

scuderiaferrari the mexico f1 parties go crazy

yourusername fuck yea !!!

user6 what’s admin doing here

user15 I have an undying love for f1 insta account admins

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yourusername oh we are SO back @/landonorris @/mexicogp

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yourusername @/shecoperez congrats on your home race win ❤️🇲🇽

shecoperez gracias

yourbestfriend CACKLING over that picture of Lando

user7 the sombrero is the cherry on top 😭

user1 I'm obsessed with the mexico gp

user10 her side profile >>>

user17 you're gorgeous

user6 lando's face 💀

user4 the race was amazzingg

user7 plus we got a Charles podium !

user67 maybe if she spent more time working instead of posting about her life they would have won

user9 dude...

user1 nah caus that's CRAZY 😭

user8 @/user67 hombre jodete

user12 SHES SO PRETTY

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landonorris @/yourusername, @/fernandoalonso, @/georgerussell63

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user14 who's mouth is y/n pouring alcohol into? 😭

georgerussell63 no one knows

user6 PLEASEE 💀

user1 dj Lando 🫦

user8 SO REAL

user19 lando tho 🤭

user2 nando*

user19 honestly yea

user7 giggling, twirling my hair, kicking my feet

user5 dj lando save me...

user5 dj lando

user5 save me dj lando

user6 I WANNA BE SAAAVEEED

user6 carmen is so pretty

user8 I love them

user4 *me patiently waiting for a chaotic insta story*

user3 wheres max?

yourusername drunk, looking like a frat boy, with a group of men I've never met

user10 sounds like max

user9 dj Lando AND frat boy max?!?!?

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yourusername me and my favorite man in Brasil

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landonorris I thought I was your favorite man

yourusername that's awkward 😬

oscarpiastri that's so embarrassing for you

user7 sassy oscar >>>

francisca.gomes Ill see you in the paddock <3

yourusername ily pookems see you there

user8 obsessed with their friendship

user6 lewis looks so good

user17 SURFER LEWIS !!!

user4 NEED that brasil tank top

user9 begging for a closet tour

user5 anyone else sensing some romantic tension between y/n and lando?

user10 YES absolutley

user23 they're just friends

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landonorris puede que no sea el primero en tu corazón, pero al menos he llegado el primero en la carrera

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yourusername THATS SO SAD I was just joking earlier with lewis I swear you're absolutely first in my heart 🥺❤️

user13 AWWW

user17 *sobs*

user2 I can't be the only one who thinks they're in love

user8 LANDO 😭💔

user9 *clutches heart*

user7 shoulda said this in portugese :/

user1 not everyone can speak a thousand languages like y/n

user12 lando puts the bi in bilingual

user9 lmao the mood change

user10 lando nowins

user11 lando twowins

user4 LANDO WINS THE BRAZILIAN GRAND PRIX !!!

maxverstappen1 congrats on your win mate

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-Abu Dhabi-

The Italian anthem was chanted by the Ferrari team as Lewis, Max, and Charles stood on the podium.

"Stringiamci a coorte! Siam pronti alla morte. Siam pronti alla morte, L'Italia chiamò..."

Champagne drenched your body causing confetti to stick to your hair and skin. It was certainly a battle between the three who were all tied in the points going into today's race. Lewis crossed the finish line first causing the entire atmosphere to change. The crowds and the Ferrari garage erupted in applause and gleeful cheers.

Everyone was still overjoyed as you looked down at the crowd below the podium you were standing on. You quickly pulled a few pieces of confetti off of yourself and the champagne bottle you were holding, stashing them in your pocket.

You hugged Lewis tightly as you congratulated him on his eighth world championship and he thanked you for all your hard work. It was an incredible piece of history you had the honor to be a part of.

-F1 Winter Break-

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yourusername took my (favorite) man to panama. te amo <3

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georgerussell63 took you long enough

carlossainz55 so this is why you denied my invitation to spain

user8 lando just casually cheating on carlos right in front of his eyes 😔

user10 the last picture hello ?!?!?

user15 they're so cute

lilymhe literally couple goals

yourusername no you and alex !!!

landonorris @/yourusername you don't think we're couple goals?

user2 stop breaking his heart like that y/n

maxfewtrell last picture creds?

yourusername 😐

user7 @/maxfewtrell why are you taking pictures of them like making out 😭

user6 why's max even on their romantic getaway anyway fhfjsks

user9 BABE WAKE UP NEW Y/N X LANDO CONTENT

lewishamilton nos vemos la próxima temporada

yourusername congrats on your championship - nos vemos la próxima temporada lewis <3

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end notes: I hope this was a good end to the mini series ! tysm for all the support on the first part and ty for reading ♥

[havendance]

I have to offer: AU snippet where Tim travels back in time to Knightfall and bothers Helena about it :)

Helena's apartment had been invaded. There was a cape hanging over the back of her couch, a pair of boots tossed haphazardly on the floor, and curled up on her couch balancing a laptop at an uncomfortable looking angle with an open bag of chips next to him, was a familiar teenage boy in green tights and a sweatshirt.

She set her groceries down on the counter "What," she said, "are you doing here?"

Robin looked up. "Helena!" he said with far too much enthusiasm for someone she teamed up with once and who was now acting far too comfortable in her space. "It's a long story." He wasn't, she noticed, wearing his mask this time.

The show of trust was appreciated, she had to admit. The showing up without warning was not. Helena crossed her arms and gave him the do you want to try that again look she'd perfected on her students.

He grinned back, unphased.

"My apartment is not a clubhouse, kid."

"I'm here for business," he said, unconvincingly. "I have a proposal."

"Which is?"

"How would you like to become Batman?"

"Excuse me?"

He had a whole presentation prepared, it turned out. Apparently that was what he'd been doing while eating her chips.

"Sorry," he said unconvincingly when she pointed this out.

Helena sighed. "Just show me this presentation."

"You know what happened to Batman," Robin said. In case she didn't remember, the first slide had the picture of Batman being tossed down into the streets by Bane that every news station had been running for the past week.

Helena nodded. "Yes."

"Well that left Gotham in a bit of a mess..."

Point 1 of Robin's argument: Gotham needed Batman. This was argued with a fervent sense of bone deep conviction on Robin's part and also graphs. Lots of graphs.

"I get it," Helena said, after he'd been talking for at least five minutes. "I think you can move on."

He made a face at her, but skipped past at least half a dozen more graphs to get to point 2: Batman's chosen replacement sucked for reasons including assassin brainwashing, not listening, and also more graphs of predicted casualty reports.

"Where did this data come from?" she asked, looking closer. There were some awfully specific points on that graph...

Robin skipped forward. "Not important. Just trust me on this," he said, sounding untrustworthy.

"So why me?" she asked when he finally got to the end.

"I can't take down Azrael on my own," he said, "and it's not like I can put on the Batsuit on afterwards either."

Helena waved a hand dismissively. "That much was clear, but why not someone more trustworthy."

"I trust you," Robin said without hesitating which was both endearing and also a little intimidating.

"But what about that Nightwing guy? Wouldn't he make a better choice."

For the first time that evening, Robin dimmed slightly. He looked away, an unreadable expression on his face. "Nightwing's... complicated," he said. And then, lighter again: "And maybe I want to make Batman sweat a little after ditching me with Azrael. Come on, it'll be fun. Please?" he added when she didn't say anything.

He made a very tempting case was the thing. Helena doubted that it would be as easy as he made it out to be, but it would be fun to mess with the real? former? Batman some.

"If we're doing this, does this mean I get to know who I'm partnering with?" she asked.

"Tim," Robin said, far easier than she was expecting. "Tim Drake. We have a deal then?" He stuck out a hand.

Helena shook. "We have a deal."

[whump-till-ya-jump]

Writing Snippet #1

Author's Note: Hey it's my first time posting writing on here so I'm kinda scared, but here it goes.

TW: Drugging, caretaker villain, sidekick whumpee, and restraints

They knew they shouldn’t have trusted the food even after Villian took a bite. Look at where it got them; their head too heavy to carry, their eyelids drooping and threatening to close at any minute. There was also a buzz, in their head, and a warm feeling that encompassed their body. God, they were such an idiot. 

There was a creak and footsteps, but it was muffled like their ears were stuffed with cotton. “Enjoyed your meal, I assume,” a voice rang above them. 

Sidekick opened their eyes, or at least tried to. But all they got was a blurred preview of the room they’d been in for the past three days. The last thing Leader told them was, “Don’t let them get into your mind kid.” It was that and then the blood loss dragged them into darkness. They woke up here, roughly bandaged, and chained to the wall. 

Villain crouched down so their face was right in front of Sidekick’s, “I really am sorry, but this was the only way I could check your wounds, I'm sure you get it.” They went to unlock Sidekick from their restraints, and they were too out of it to process the movements fast enough.

 Don’t let them in, don’t let them get close. This mantra had been playing in their head since day one. Anytime the criminal tried to go near them, they would kick, bite, thrash, and scream like a rabid animal, which, of course, made Villian scared they would hurt themself more. 

They reached for Sidekick’s wrist first, where a leather cuff was secured. When they made contact, the tiny hero flinched and let out a small whine. “I know, I know, but you need help.” There were 4 cuffs, two on the hero’s wrist and two on their ankles. Villain made sure not to take off the power-dampening cuffs under the wrist restraints. When all the bonds were off, they gently brought their captive up into their lap.

 Sidekick tried to wriggle out of it but it was like a fish flopping in a net, their limbs uncoordinated and messy. They tried to speak, “wha- whare yu doin,” but their tongue was heavy and it came out all slurred. “It’s okay, I’m just going to fix you up.” It took Sidekick a second to come to, but when they did, they thrashed weakly. “Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you. I just need to give you new bandages and make sure your cuts aren’t infected.”

“Nhhn- no!”

“I need to kid.”

 Villain brought their hands to the little head in their lap, carding their hands through Sidekick’s hair and playing with it. Oh god, they thought, that feels really fucking good. They sighed, deep and content. 

“Feels nice right?” they heard from wherever Villain was. They could care less where they were, as long as the feeling didn’t stop. The buzz grew louder and the warmth got stronger, Sidekick was so tired. 

There was a laugh, “Looks like that food is doing wonders for ya kid.” The talking felt nice, it made their skull rattle and shit did it feel good. Honestly, everything felt good, they let out a little noise from their throat. There was more laughing from above, “You can sleep kid, no one is going to hurt you, I just need to patch you up. You’re safe here.”

 Were they safe? No, surely there was something they were forgetting, there had to be. When they tried to think, all that came up was fluff, and each time they blinked, it was impossibly harder to open their eyes.

 They wanted nothing more than to surrender themselves to the warmth and the darkness. So when Villain’s hands scratched a really good spot, that’s exactly what they did.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!!!!!

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[frekyaka]

Another (old) oc

I forgot to post these a few days ago but I redrew my first eltingville oc I did like when I first got into the pilot for the first time? (Legit butterflies on billy ballsack..) she was supposedly scrapped because in my opinion I wasn't really feeling her and also because it's quite self indulging to the point I'm cringing on myself so I had to drop her ass, but I like how I did her hair so she's back in business BAAAABYYY

(also boken inglish forgib me 😢)

First design (I was making an introduction thing and gave up halfway)

Lazy redraww (I made her a bad bitch in the wte vers like damn..?? what even is my sexuality anymore 💀)

I guess background info? (I'll make one for Dane, yes I'm looking at you @/indohyusbarf 🫵😋)

warning: very lengthy.. ?? I'm just yapping at this point.. sorry bros.. got too into it.. 😭

Valentine 'Val' Cooper is one of the popular girls in eltingville high or whatever. She's related to Joe (crazy..), and works in Joe's comic book store as a punishment for her rich ahh parents because she was caught in a major scandal and to also learn how the real world operates, be in shes excellent for the job as she casually rips people off 5 times the price, she's a business woman, just like her parents, and uses it in her ability to get more money and shit, (casually steals money from the register). She's perfect for the job but she has a complete intolerance to geeks and nerds (she doesn't know the difference and would not care to even correct herself, as if on purpose), saying that they are the disease and should get rid off in this orb of a planet.

Reasons and her views on geeks or nerds in general??:

She places immense value on social status, popularity, and outward appearances, carrying a deep-seated belief that people should conform to mainstream ideals, often viewing those who stray from the norm (especially geeks and nerds) as socially inept or unworthy of respect, being a 'geek' signifies obsession with niche or unconventional interests that diverge from what they consider acceptable or admirable. Rather than deeply engaging with any subjects outside their comfort zone, she participates only in trends they deem acceptable (within popular culture), she's uncomfortable with the people who get so obsessed (in her opinion to a borderline extent), that this discomfort she feels manifests into having bitchy judgmental attitude toward those who become borderline obsessed with their hobbies, such as video games, comic book fandoms, or technology (typical geeky shittt, like damn girl you hate ppl having fun??)

Working in Joe's shop/having to interact with geeks/nerds:

When confronted with someone who has a deep fascination or obsession, Val's reaction will be overly critical or dismissive, rolling her eyes, interrupt, or change the subject abruptly (are you gonna pay or not? 🙄), believing that engaging in such conversations is a waste of time or even flat out embarrassing. She firmly believes that social interactions should adhere to certain unwritten rules, and those who openly geek out about their interests defy those norms. She finds it very difficult to tolerate long conversations about niche topics that they don't understand or enjoy, perceiving it as self-indulgent and inconsiderate to the person they're talking to. (Neurotypical mindset .. sighs)

Finally, her experience with the gang (the elting shits!!):

Bill - she hates geeks

Josh - she hates fat geeks

Jerry - she hates socially awkward geeks

Pete - she hates .. geeks

I'll make an in-depth of their relationships one day 💀

Dane (oc) - she hates gay people, geeky religious geeks

Her relationship with Dane: (a little snippet of Dane's personality)

They have a sort of rivalry, more on to Dane than Val (She could not care less!! 🤣🤣). Dane hates her guts so much (because in his opinion she's just like the serpent in Adam and Eve),which Val takes it in her advantage to humiliate him if possible.

Back then, Val tried to flirt with Dane when they first met, which Dane pulled the fucking bible and recited bit by bit from the passage

1 Thessalonians 4:3-8..

straight up yapping away, straight up yelling it mostly to himself and Val is just taking it in.. So then the next time they meet, Val is either notoriously bullying him or ignores him, which both infuriates Dane (boy make up your damn mind.)

HYPOCRITE PAST:

In her younger years, she proudly identified as an 'otaku,' immersing herself in the world of Japanese pop culture. She adored reading shoujo manga and watching romance shows. She dives her interest in crossdressing too, typically dressing up as beautiful anime men (ikemen). However, as she transitioned into high school and embraced a more popular persona, her relationship with these interests began to shift.

Her passionate love for anime, manga, and crossdressing that once brought her joy seems to clash with the image she has cultivated as the popular girl (due to her parents influence to her and the school). In her sudden lift in being part of her new social circle, she has distanced herself from anything related to geek culture, adopting a dismissive attitude toward those who continue to embrace it. What was once a source of pride has now transformed into a source of embarrassment, leading her to criticize and even resent those who identify as geeks, nerds, or otakus.

She immerses herself in being part of a clique, classic hookups and drama, she engages her watch of sitcoms,and other mainstream movies and shows within her new social context. Instead of engaging in crossdressing, she now focuses on wearing stylish and sexy bad bitch clothes in typical popular and societal fashion (you go girl YEAAAHHHHHH)

She often looks down on those who continue to immerse themselves in the culture she has left behind, failing to recognize the beauty of the very interests that once brought her happiness.

[skibasyndrome]

Hi! I can’t get over how much I love your wilmon fics/ficlets and your writing style.

I’d love to read what you come up with for smut prompt - 44. “keep going”

gaaaaaaahhhh, anon you are so sweet!!! thank you so much for your kind words, I'm so glad you like them!!! 💜💜💜 and thank you for this prompt! since yesterday's ficlet got a little long I'm gonna try to keep this one shorter. alsooo, since I have no sunday snippet to post because I've only been writing these prompt fills, take this as my sunday not-snippet.

cw: nsfw, Wille being very dramatic about having missed Simon <3 maybe Simon is also a little dramatic

When Wille shifts on his knees, changes the angle of his thrusts ever so slightly, Simon tightens his grip on Wille's hair. Pulling hard enough to drag a broken groan out of him.

"Sorry... 's just," Simon lets out a short, strained giggle, then immediately stops when Wille carefully pulls back and pushes forward again. Simon's eyes fall closed, jaw slacker than before. "Yea- yeah." Simon sounds so utterly breathless when he lets go of Wille's hair, looks like a vision spread out on the bed, head thrown back and Adam's apple bobbing with every strained inhale. Wille has to remind himself to move, too busy staring and watching and taking it all in. "You can," he says, proud when he can keep his voice from wavering, even when he's feeling warm and tight and Simon and an overwhelm that's so welcome he'd love nothing more than to stop thinking. "Pull, I mean," he adds, moving lower, almost chest to chest, Simon's enticing body heat just centimeters from him, "pull my hair. You can." Simon doesn't open his eyes again when he nods, just lets his hands find their way back, over Wille's shoulder, fuck, brushing his neck, then, finally, tugging again. Wille has missed this, fuck, he's missed this so much. Can't believe he had to go four awful, awful weeks of family holiday without this, without Simon, without having him, like this, or any way, really, without... Wille's body is ablaze with the heat of again and more and never stop. He hums happily when Simon pulls a little more sharply, tries to sink even deeper into Simon, tries to get closer when he knows he can't. Simon's moan, Simon digging his heel into the back of Wille's thigh, oh, Wille can never get enough of this. "Missed this," he gasps out, slowly, carefully picking up speed again. Trying not to let the urgency get the best of him, trying to drag out the moment, trying to make this last, get the most out of this. It's been so long, he needs to savor the sensation, he needs to drink up every moment he gets to feel Simon so... completely. So close his heart is beating heavily with the weight of it. Simon's fingers are rubbing circles into Wille's scalp, Simon's kiss-bitten lips are twisting into a smile. He nods again. "Me too," he says, then breaks off into a moan when Wille tries and- yeah, just where Simon wants him. One of Simon's hands slide down, along Wille's sweaty skin, to the small of his back. He pulls, tugs Wille closer, closer, closer yet, needing-, just like Wille, needing more when there is no more. Another thrust, another mess of sounds mingling between them, and Simon is digging blunt fingernails into Wille's skin. His mouth forms an 'o', so kissable, so breathtakingly beautiful, so close and real and wonderful that Wille can't help but move his arms. Elbows dragging on the fabric of the sheets, he moves until he can get his hands on Simon's face, his thumbs tracing the sharp lines of it. Cheekbones, nose, jawline, moving gorgeously with every breath, with every groan, with every time Wille sinks into him, again and again.

Wille thinks he's going to lose his mind like this, feels like a man lost in the desert hallucinating his salvation. It's- too much. Always is, but especially when they haven't had this in a while, whenever they've had nothing but rushed phone calls and desperate text messages to tide them over. The real thing, the push and pull, the tugging each other close, the kissing until their lips are sore, the gasps and pleas felt against his skin - it all feels too good all at once, too- Simon's legs twitch where they're wound around Wille, he pulls at Wille's hair again. "Fuck," Simon lets out, quiet and gorgeous and Wille feels feral from it, feels the need gnawing at him harder now, the need to get him there, to make him fall apart, to- Wille halts, freezes in place when Simon's hands fly up to Wille's shoulder blades, scratching, pulling. Wille moans helplessly when Simon's body tightens around him, needs a tiny moment before he realizes, then doubles down, fucking Simon through it, nearly losing his footing when, in between a whine and a gasp, he hears his own name. Simon comes, sticky, warm, untouched, between them, knocking the breath right out of Wille. This is, he is... Wille is forced to stay still, thighs and arms burning like there's an army of ants marching through his veins, while he stares at Simon, chest heaving, face twitching, slowly, slowly, slowly coming down from his orgasm. It's almost torture, a torture he'd endure again and again and again every day, but still. When Simon lets out a long breath, blinking and laughing at the end of it, Wille is relieved, relieved that now he gets to pull out and cuddle up to Simon and use his hand to- Simon's grip on his back tightens when he tries to inch away, tries to raise his hips. At once, his eyes move up to Simon's face, meet Simon already staring back. Wille licks his lips. His mouth suddenly feels dry with Simon gazing up at him so intensely. "I'm..." Wille looks down between them, the mess on their stomachs, Simon's spent cock, lower where he's still... He swallows hard. Simon's fingers are drawing patterns into his skin, and suddenly the ants are poking him there, where Simon's hands are warm and heavy on him. "Keep going." Simon's voice is so quiet that Wille barely hears it. Wille whips his head up again, brows furrowed, but he doesn't need to ask when Simon stares up at him, through him almost with nothing but liquid heat in his eyes. They... it's never like this. It's never this way around. It's him coming first, Simon following not far behind, or it's Wille pulling out when Simon is done, when his skin tingles under every single one of Wille's touches post-orgasm, when anything else would be too much. They never... Wille has never stayed afterwards. But, now, Wille sees his own desperation, his own need reflected on Simon's face, like this hasn't been enough. "Need you to," Simon says, and Wille's arms damn near buckle. As if that's not enough, Simon cranes his neck, pulls with all he's got, and sighs into Wille's mouth when they're finally kissing again, after what seems like ages. Wille's hips jerk when their tongues brush, and they both moan into the kiss. The tightening of Simon's legs around his middle is unmistakable. So is the way Simon tries to meet his tiny movements, trying to raise his hips where he's pinned under Wille's weight. Wille isn't going to make it out of this alive. But he can't ask, can't even wonder, all he can do is slowly sink back into the rhythm that pulls him into Simon, slow and deep and dirty and breathtaking. He gaps against Simon's lips, feels a dangerous tug behind his navel, the telltale tightening of that knot deep inside.

"Simon-," he gasps, trying to raise his body up, trying to regain a position that lets him go faster. "Gonna-" Simon cuts him off, drags a hand down the middle of his chest, palm against his skin. "Please," Simon pleads, encourages, and Wille's hips stutter. "Missed this," he confesses, and oh. Yes. Yes yes yes, so did Wille. Does he mean- Wille's pulse is raising, thoughts getting away from him. "Missed you inside," Simon says, and Wille whines. "Missed the feeling," he's interrupted by a strained moan that sends a violent tingle through Wille's body, scalp to toes, "-of this." Simon pushes back against Wille's thrusts, beautiful and needy and like he's trying to make Wille lose his mind. "Need you to," another gasp, "in me." Like his breath is being dragged right from his lungs, Wille is coming. It's white, hot, fuzzy, so so so so heavy and, oh- he sinks down against Simon's chest, into his arms. Slowly, with his breath returning to him, the fog lifting, he feels Simon's hands stroking his back, Simon's legs still tightly clamped around him. And with the reality of it all sinking in, with the feeling of being so close, still, he feels a warm tingle in his cheeks. "Shit," he laughs, and nuzzles his nose into the crook of Simon's neck, where he smells the most like him. Simon follows along, lets out a breathy chuckle. His arms don't move, neither do his legs. Still holding on tight. "Mmmh," he hums happily. Wille simply has to kiss the fluttering skin of his neck. When Wille shifts a little, he feels wet stickiness between their bodies. And, with a pleasant shiver running down his back, past Simon's caressing palms, he feels that Simon is hard again.

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[razzlerdazzler]

Valentine's Day Snippet

A/N: Hello, happy Valentine's day! This is just a small snippet of a request sent to me by @missferxani I'm sorry it's taking me so long to finish it. In the latest post I said I'd show more progress of the requests instead of leavng you guys in the dark about them so I figured I'd post this beginning part to see what you think about it. Please feel free to let me know if I made him ooc, and feel free to send me any critiques you can think of. Again, I'm sorry it's taking so long and I hope you like it. :)

Pairing: Bunnymund X Cupid Reader

Summary: Bunnymund is nervous about confessing his feelings and the guardians help him

The North pole seemed to be busy as always. Yetis rushing to get work done, while the elves ran amok doing...maintenance, bunny could only assume as they ran around with tools. The weather outside the workshop was snowy as always, and the fire in the fireplace only seemed to burn brighter the longer he looked at it. Today was one of the guardians annual meetings. Normally they didn't see each other often but after what happened with Pitch, they all decided it was probably better to keep in touch more often now. Which is what led them all to be here now...well almost everyone. You hadn't arrived yet. He can only assume it's because you were busy bringing love to the world. The thought of that alone is enough to bring a smile to his face.

"You alright?" a light voice suddenly asks, bringing him out of his thoughts. He glances over to whoever's talking to him and sees Tooth looking at him a little bit worried. "Sorry, what was that?" He asks, the question causes her to look at him with even more concern, and he can hear her wings flutter faster as she continues to hover near him. "I asked you if you were okay, you've been staring at the fire for a while and haven't really said anything." His eyes widened as he glanced back at North's fireplace before looking back at Tooth again. Did he really space out for that long?

Bunnymund chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed that he got caught. "Sorry, guess I was spacing out." Tooth continues to look at him with a little bit of concern and opens her mouth, about to say something before a new deep Russian voice suddenly pipes into their conversation. "Tooth is right bunny, this is not like you at all. Normally you join our conversations or you bicker with Jack, but I haven't heard much from you since you got here. Is something bothering you?" North asks him as he walks over to them.

He glances at North and Tooth and he can tell they're both worried about him. "I've just got some stuff on my mind, that's all. Nothing to be worried about." He tries to reassure them. "More like someone." Somebody remarks and he turns his head to glare at Jack who's leaning against his staff a few feet away next to Sandy. A knowing and teasing grin on his face. Bunny can feel his face start to heat up with a blush at the comment and he glowers back at the winter spirit. "Stay out of this frostbite."

"Who could he be thinking about that would cause him to act like this?" North asks Jack and before he has a chance to speak, Bunny quickly answers. "Look it's not important who I was thinking about mate-" North cuts him off, an eager smile on his face. "Aha! So you were thinking about someone, come on Bunny who is it? You can tell us." Bunny can feel the heat on his face finally reach his ears as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he realizes his slip up. "I-um," he tries to think of a way to get out of this hole he just duge for himself but he's unable to come up with anyting on the spot. Thankfully, Tooth seems to notice his predicament and quickly chimes in, giving him a soft smile. "You don't have to tell us if you don't want to bunny," she reassures him. He glances over at her and gives her a thankful smile, glad that she's trying to give him an opening out of this situation he's put himself in. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. He should come clean, it's only fair that they know who's been on his mind this whole time.

"No you're right, I-I was thinking about somebody." He pauses, he can feel their eyes on him, waiting for him to tell them who, which is only causing him to get more flustered. He crosses his arms over his chest. "I-It's Y/N," he confesses. The room goes silent, the only noise coming from the elves and yetis as they work. He finally gets the courage to glance around the group and everybody looks shocked, well everyone except for one. Jack has a large smirk on his face, grinning like the cat that caught the canary. The sight of it only makes him feel more embarrassed as he waits to hear what the others think.

The silence is broken as North laughs. The loud boisterous laughter making him feel even more embarrassed than he already was. "I knew it!" North proudly exclaims as he looks at Tooth and Sandy who were also smiling at the pooka knowingly. Their reactions only added to the whirlwhind of emotions he was feeling. At first it was nervousness and embarrassment from being caught, but now surprise and confusion were added to the mix. Was it really that obvious? He knew Jack had already figured it out but everyone else? Did they really know this whole time?

His brows furrow and he raises his hands, the confusion obvious on his face. "What do you mean you knew?!" He asks them incredulously. North only smiles at him, and proudly pats his stomach, "I felt it in my belly." He looks at North in disbelief before he pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger and lets out an exasperated sigh, "not this again." He looks back towards Tooth and Sandy, "did you two know about this as well?" Sandy just smiles and shrugs while Tooth has a bashful smile on her face. "We had our suspicions."

Bunny sighs and rubs a hand over his face, all this time he thought he was successfully hiding his crush on you, and yet the other knew. Does that mean you know too? He feels his blood run cold at that thought and he looks at the others, "does Y/N know?" Jack just smiles at the question and gives him a teasing smile. "Relax, she doesn't even have a clue that you like her kangaroo."

He feels relief at the news and lets out a sigh as he allows himself to relax a little. He decides to not bring up the annoying nickname as Jack continues to talk. "Besides, you should just tell them how you feel, I mean it's pretty obvious that they like you back." North smiles and nods and looks at Bunny. "He's got a point." Bunny sighs at that and runs a hand over his face. He knows that he can't win this argument so he finally says, "It's not that I don't want to, It's just that-" He pauses, thinking about his next words carefully. "What if tell them and they reject me? I mean I'm fine with rejection, it's just that what if everything gets awkward between us after that. Even worse, what if they don't want to still be friends with me after that? I can't put our friendship on the line like that. Besides...I don't even know how to confess." His voice weakens into a mumble at the end of his rant as he voices his concerns to the group. To be honest it felt good to finally be able to talk to the others about all of these pent up thoughts and emotions and finally be able to get them off his chest.

Tooth smiles gently at him and puts a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. "Bunny, this is Y/N we're talking about. You know they would never do that, and besides we'll help you." He smiles at her, thankful for her reassurance. North suddenly speaks up again, "Tooth is right, we'll help you confess your feelings for Y/N. After all we're guardians, what can't we do?!" He says as he proudly looks around the group. Sandy smiles and nods, a thumbs up made of sand appears over his head. Jack nods as well as he leans on his staff and looks around the group, "count me in." Bunny smiles at the group, thankfully, grateful for his friends. "Thanks guys, I'm gonna need all the help I can get with this."

"Help with what?" A new, familiar voice suddenly pipes into the conversation, causing his heart to speed up and he feels his face get warm again when he turns around and sees you standing a couple of feet away from the group. You smile as you look at the group questioningly, as he quickly tries to rack his brain for an excuse. "H-help with Easter preparations. I'm a little behind this year." He narrowly comes up with an excuse and he silently hopes that you believe him as he gives you a small embarrassed smile. Thankfully, you seem to believe him as your smile widens and your expression becomes excited. "Sounds fun, mind if I join in?" He smiles at that and nods as his heart flutters at your thoughtfulness. "O-of course, I'd be more than happy to have you." He says as you both look at each other. The sound of someone clearing their throat breaks the moment as you and bunny look away from each other and towards North who smiles at the group. "Now that everyone's here, let's get down to business."

[monsoon-of-art]

another small megamer writing snippet, again, to try and shake off the writing dust. This one is very sweet, you've been warned

Roll pushed open the door to the Medical Room, then leaned back to grab the handle of her little doctor kit with her teeth before wiggling inside.

Rock was out at sea, trying to calm their rampaging brothers, and Dad was out there with him, leaving Roll all alone in the lab.

Well. Not quite alone.

No, one of her brothers was in the Medical Room, in the very very large tank pressed up against the back wall.

She remembered Dad and a few of his drones carrying him in. Dad was frantic, seeing his son injured and unresponsive. Saying that the colors were dull and how his scales were starting to flake away.

(Roll was just surprised at how large her brother was….she knew Rock and herself weren't very big, but seeing him from the safety of her small tank, and how he barely fit through the door …was she going to grow up to be that big one day?)

Dad couldn't stay long. He wanted to, but the others needed him and Rock, so he gave Roll a kiss on the forehead and ran out the door.

She didn't have Rock’s copy ability. Nor did she have his bravery. But Roll wasn't about to sit around and do nothing.

So she dragged in her little doctor kit into the Medical Room, staring at the large tank and the grey lump inside. Said lump was connected to a plethora of wires and tubes, a faint heart monitor beeping somewhere in the room.

Roll did not share her twin’s dislike of the Medical Room. In all honesty, she found it rather fascinating. All of these devices had a purpose, the purpose of making others feel better. Maybe she could learn how they worked, and she could make others better too!

Roll pressed her cheek against the glass, looking at the flowing orange fins and the red scales running down his body. She thought back to pictures Dad had shown her of her older brothers. If memory served…

“You’re…DLN-006? No, 007? Fire?”

The lump stirred, emitting a low, mournful whine.

“Oh, sorry!” she whispered. “One second-”

Roll briefly left the tank, grabbing some boxes and whatever was laying around the room to build a rough staircase. Once completed, she grabbed her little kit and clambered up, splashing inside the tank with little grace.

Immediately she could practically taste all the medicine that had been mixed into the water. Fire must be very sick, more than she anticipated. Could she even help?

No, she had to try.

Swimming down, she took a moment just to look. Roll was meeting one of her big brothers for the first time…ever! She and Rock had been so excited to meet them, she just didn’t expect it to be like…this.

With an excited trill, she nuzzled against his arm. (He was so warm!)

Fire blearily cracked open an eye, gazing in her general direction.

Roll beamed at this. “Hi! Hi hi!! I'm Roll! I'm your little sister! It's so nice to finally meet you!”

All she got in reply was an ear twitch. His gaze seemed distant, and overall he just looked so…so tired. 

“I’ll make you feel better. I promise.” She said, voice full of determination as she nuzzled his arm once more.

While hesitant to leave his side, Roll swam around to see if he had any lingering injuries. And he did, but they were already bandaged and covered with gauze. So much for using her little doctor kit here.

She tried to think of what Dad did whenever she or Rock got sick. Unfortunately, she wasn’t allowed to use the stove, so making her brother some soup wasn’t an option.

(Even though she totally could. She could totally make soup if Dad would let her. And she'd be so good at it.)

Roll thought harder, thinking of what else they did when someone fell ill. Soup, rest, making them comfy…

Wait. She knew what to do!

She swam back, a soft purr in her throat as she wiggled a bit closer to him, settling on his back. Once settled, she nuzzled her cheek against his back, starting to gently knead on him.

She was trying not to be rough, and trying not to use her claws.

Roll couldn't make him soup, or bring him toys, or bandage him up more than he already was. But she could try to make him comfy, try and show he was safe and loved and cared for. That she was right here, and that he wasn't alone.

After a minute of her purring as much as she could, she felt Fire stir underneath her paws. He met her purring with a deep rumbling from his chest, the tension and stress slowly leaving him.

It was working! It was working!! Roll could feel him relaxing, and sure he still seemed tired, but at least he was finally settling down-

Something tugged at her tail. Then tugged harder. Then she was dragged off his back and onto the tank floor.

Fire had grabbed her by the tail, and was now staring at her with a half-exhausted, half-apologetic expression. With a half-hearted chuff, he brought her close again, almost tucking her under his chin.

Then, he sighed, satisfied.

Roll had no idea how to react to any of this. She knew (hoped anyway) that Fire wouldn’t hurt her. But now here she was, curled up under him. Was this normal? Was this because he felt sick?

Fire started to rumble-purr again, and she could practically feel it in her bones with her so close to his throat and chest now.

Was he…trying to comfort her now?

…Because it was kinda working?

Something deep down reassured her that this was nice. This was good, even. Fire was warm and would keep her safe, his rumbling purr lulling her into a relaxed doze.

And as she wiggled closer, nuzzling against his chin and closing her eyes, she purred with him.

[myownwholewildworld]

wherever you go (a joel miller's ff) - chapter 5

chapter 4 | series masterlist | main masterlist | chapter 6

pairing: outbreak!2003!joel x f!reader. (it's actually 2004 now)

summary: after what happened a couple of months ago, you are ready to move forward. joel? not so much. he might need a little... prodding.

warnings: 18+, mdni. internal and verbal discussions of feelings, trauma and past relationships. some jealousy (if you squint very hard). porn with plot or plot with porn (however you wanna look at it). again, absolutely filthy smut because i don’t know any better (sorry not sorry). fluff. voyeurism (you spy on joel). masturbation (f and m). oral (f and m receiving). finger sucking. unprotected piv. praise kink. sir kink. size kink. cum eating. a bit of cum play. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. squirting. dirty talk. you are very needy in this one and joel is very possessive over you. soft!dom!joel. aftercare. pet names (darlin’, sweetheart, baby, honey). i'm sure i'm forgetting something lol. reader is female, no other description given. reader is mid-late 20s, joel is 36. no use of y/n.  joel’s and reader’s pov.

a/n: hiya! first i want to thank you all for the positive feedback this series has gotten! [: i started writing this for myself mainly, and decided to post it here thinking that if a couple of people liked it, it'd make my heart happy. also, i have taken some licenses with joel's past, as neither the game nor the tv show gives many details (you'll understand what i mean). anyways! after the last chapter, our two protagonists (you!) deserve a bit of calm, peace and quiet... right? 😈 as always, thank you all for engaging. i do appreciate any comments, reblogs and/or likes you may want to leave! even asks/requests/side stories if you want to! take care lovelies <3 x

w/c: ~6.3k (sorry?).

tags (let me know if you want to be added/removed from the list pls!): @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @pedrospurplerain @missladym1981

August came around relatively quickly. Tommy had proposed you got closer to civilisation, which meant long trekking trips while the sunlight was still up. Joel agreed reluctantly, as he still thought that was dangerous. You just went along with it, letting them decide ― you didn’t really care where you ended up as long as the Millers were by your side.

Well, one of them especially.

At daytime you barely had time to yourself. However, the story was completely different at nighttime. The second you closed your eyes, snippets of what had happened two months ago flooded your memory. For the first few weeks, the nightmares were unbearable. You would wake up in the dead of night, sweaty and shaking.

And every time you woke up, Joel was by your side. He would hug you while you both laid on improvised beds, no matter how uncomfortable it was. Neither of you would talk, you would just cry in silence while your panic attack subsided ― Joel holding you throughout the whole episode. He had truly been a rock you could hold onto in the middle of a sea storm.

It got to the point where Tommy had started to realise that something was up between you two. Neither you nor Joel denied nor confirmed anything, although Tommy never asked. He would just look away when his brother would attend to you if you fell behind or would offer to do the first night shifts so Joel could be by your side at bedtime.

You were somewhat sure that Joel really cared about you. The way he would look at you… it sent shivers down your spine. The intensity in his eyes was hypnotising ― sometimes you would find yourself lost in his brown orbs, unable to look away. You also really cared about him.

You didn’t want to put a label to your feelings, mainly because you were not sure how Joel would react. You had come to understand that the man was prone to evade any topic about his feelings in general ― physical, emotional or otherwise. You could still not get him to tell you whenever he felt off. Since the blow to his head a couple of months back, Joel had been suffering with horrible headaches, to the point where he had fainted in a couple of instances.

The man was such a closed book you found out about his deceased wife the same way you knew about Sarah ― through Tommy. You assumed he had one or at least a partner at some point in time before the outbreak. The younger brother didn’t give you many details though, not that you asked either ― some wounds were better left untouched.

You liked Tommy a lot. He was a godsend ― so very different to Joel, but so similar in many ways. He was talkative and filled in long silences with stories about how they would cause mayhem at home when they were kids. You didn’t know if they were true or not, but they were entertaining nonetheless. You were under the impression that Tommy was the one who got into sticky situations and Joel was the one who had to fix them.

“I’m gonna go to the lake for a bit”, Joel told you, derailing your train of thought.

“No worries, I’ll get the fire going. Poor Tommy is always the one setting up camp”, you replied with a slight smile.

“Yeah, poor me, relegated to such unsignificant tasks”, said Tommy with a chuckle.

You smiled back and then looked in Joel’s direction. He was frowning at both of you, but quickly controlled his face expression.

“I’ll be back soon”, Joel crouched to look through his backpack, grabbing a couple of towels.

Something inside of you twisted. But you pushed the thought to the back of your head. You had already volunteered to start the fire.

You really tried to focus on the bonfire. And after a few attempts, you finally got it going. Joel had not come back yet from the lake ― it had only been ten minutes, but you were slightly worried in case he had lost consciousness again while no one was around.

“I’ll go check on him”, you told Tommy.

He looked at you with a sarcastic smile.

“Sure thing”, he replied while he started to skin a rabbit.

You rolled your eyes before you left in the direction Joel had gone.

You walked the hundred metres that separated the camp and the lake. The brothers had ensured the area was completely devoid of human existence before they decided to settle there for the night. You were now in Mark Twain National Forest, near St. Louis. You had checked out Kansas City a week ago, but both Tommy and Joel had deemed it too unsafe. So Chicago was your final destination. None of you knew what you would encounter there, but it was worth a try. The wilderness had not proven to be any safer.

Before you got to the bank of the lake, you spotted Joel in the water. He had his back towards you, your eager eyes checking out his broad shoulders, the water level up to his hips. He ran his fingers through his hair, slicking it back.

You stopped walking, somewhat mesmerised, your head slightly tilted to one side with curiosity. In the last two months, you had discovered a new side to Joel you didn’t know he had.

You guessed that what happened that night also affected him in a different way it did you. After he almost decapitated that man, you saw guilt in his eyes when he looked at you ― you still sometimes caught a glimpse of it to this day. As you found out later, that culpability was because he felt responsible for what those men did to you ― he really thought he could have done more. And he did in a sense, because for the next couple of days he hunted down every man in that group until there was no one left to hurt you. Apparently, that was not enough in his eyes, although it was in yours. But as much as you tried to explain that to him, it just wouldn’t sink in. He was so stubborn it made you go crazy sometimes.

Although Joel had been there for you emotionally, he had not touched you for the last two months. You managed to steal a few kisses from him and that was it. He had been extremely cautious with you in that respect. You were relieved he was as you tried to come to terms with what had happened, but after a few weeks it started to feel… frustrating. You were not broken and despite what he thought, you still had needs.

He suddenly looked over his right shoulder, offering you his side profile ― to you, he was gorgeous. Feeling like a child caught causing mischief, you quickly hid behind a tree. Joel looked around, eyebrows touching in confusion, but then he shook his head as if he was imagining things and proceeded to cup his hands in the water to wet his face.

You couldn’t not watch. You instantly realised that was the first time you saw him naked. The last ―and, regrettably, the only― time you two had sex, he was fully clothed. There was something very intimate about seeing him washing up.

You were so transfixed on the picture in front of you it was like the world had disappeared around you. Joel rubbed his skin with a hand towel ― his strong arms, his chest, his back, his lower stomach… Your breath quickened a bit, your heart picking up a pace. Everything about him invited you in ― it wasn’t only his rugged appearance that appealed to you, but also his character.

You started to feel hot. Had the temperature suddenly gone up? It seemed like it. Joel put the hand towel on his left shoulder. When you saw his right hand disappear below the water in front of him, your mouth went dry wishing it was your hand. You wanted to help him clean his manhood so badly ― memories of his delightful cock rocking you into a trance short-circuited your brain.

Before you could stop yourself, you placed one hand on your belly, biting your bottom lip. You finally gave in to temptation, pushing past the edge of your panties. You dipped two fingers in your slit, doing circular movements around your clit. Your eyes, albeit halfway closed in pleasure, could not leave Joel as he kept on freshening up. You pushed down your fingers a bit more, sliding one of them in your needy hole.

You closed your eyes, a half-smile showing on the corner of your lips. That felt so good. If Joel was going to do nothing about it ― fine, you would. Still behind the tree, out of sight, you held on to the bark with your free hand, upping the rhythm of your wet fingers, your thumb rubbing that tight knot in your fold. Then you slightly opened your eyes again ― you wanted to stare at Joel while you came.

But he wasn’t there anymore. You frowned, confused, but you were too busy to worry about that right now. So you closed your eyes again to fully focus on the task at hand. You leaned your forehead against the tree, feeling your orgasm wash over you with intensity. You pressed your lips, suppressing a moan as to not alert Joel of your presence.

“Am I interrupting?”, his soft voice forced you to glance in his direction with starry eyes.

He was on your righthand side, just half a metre away from you. Entirely naked in all his glory, an erection creeping up on him. You were speechless, partially because you had been caught spying on him and partially because you were still feeling the last remnants of your climax, your inner walls crying for something to choke.

“I―I…”, you really tried to excuse yourself, but your voice faltered when your eyes checked him out from top to bottom.

His body was chiselled, his muscles somewhat defined, especially around his waist. He had a pronounced V line with a hairy, happy trail which you avidly followed with your eyes until you were gifted with the sight of his veiny cock. You unconsciously licked your bottom lip.

Your fingers were still dunked in your warm pussy. Joel grabbed your wrist and took your hand out of your underwear, raising it to eye level. Your digits were sticky, covered in your own cum. You should feel ashamed, but you definitely didn’t. Not with him. Joel looked into your eyes, and, without breaking visual contact, he brought your slick fingers closer to his face. With no hesitation, he opened his mouth and pushed them into it, licking them clean. You felt your cunt gushing, eyelids half closed. You could have easily come again for him, but he released your fingers far too quickly for your liking.

“You naughty girl”, he whispered as he pulled you from the wrist to get you closer to his chest. “You taste even better than what I imagined”.

“I didn’t think you were…”

“Aware of your presence? Always, darlin’”, he finished for you.

Your cheeks burnt when he freed your wrist and lifted your chin up. His thumb caressed your bottom lip, his mouth just an inch away from yours. You bowed to kiss him, but he backed up a little, denying you.

“Are you sure you wanna do this, sweetheart?”, he asked, you could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

You nodded vehemently.

“Yes, please, Joel, I really need to feel you, to have you fuck me senseless”, you emphasized, short-breathed.

He seemed to consider your words for longer than what was acceptable. You saw his eyes flying between yours and your lips.

“Please?”, you begged.

Your prayers might have been heard, because he leaned forward, brushing your mouth with his.

“Then go down on your knees, darlin’”, he whispered against your lips.

You silently gasped as your clit pulsed at his words. You were delighted to follow his command, and so you kneeled compliantly.

When your knees touched the grass, his cock was at eye level. You couldn’t help but marvel at the sight. His dick was as big as you remembered, the memory of it filling you up still haunted you. It was so erected now that the tip touched his belly button. Joel looked so strained you thought he had to be in pain. And you were more than willing to help him alleviate it.

You moved your hand forward, but before you could try to wrap your fingers around him, Joel stopped you.

“No, with your mouth”, was his order.

You intertwined your fingers on your lower back and inclined your heard towards him. You gazed up at him, his jawline very tense. You let your tongue out and shyly tapped his glans with the tip. Joel closed his eyes immediately and grumbled loudly as his cock twitched in front of you.

That was all you needed to spur you on. You widely opened your mouth to house his manhood and sealed your lips around the head, the tip of your tongue trying to push open the slit on his foreskin. You played with him for a bit while your jaw relaxed. Then you started to push him in further and further down your mouth, as far as you could take him. His glans pushed past your uvula, you could barely breathe, just as you had imagined a few months ago ― a dream come true. You bobbed your head back and forth, feeling him in your throat, your eyes watering. But you were still not close to have his dick entirely in your mouth ― he was so damn big.

Joel growled in ecstasy as he looked down to you. The sight of you on your knees with your mouth stuffed, bright beautiful eyes, your tongue maliciously inciting him… He just couldn’t believe how giving you were.

“Look at you with your mouth so full”, he said placing one of his hands under your chin. He could feel his own cock expanding your throat. “You look so damn pretty, baby”.

You leaned back a bit, releasing most of his erection except for the tip. With the help of one hand you started pumping his shaft, the other gently massaging his balls. Joel eyed you intensely while you ate him up like a lollypop. His salty flavour inundated all your senses, your eyes pinned on his.

His fingers clenched in frustration.

“Shit, stop, I’m gonna come”, he mumbled as he pushed back to free his dick from your wicked lips.

No way in hell, you thought. He was not about to deny you that. You had been thinking about this moment for fucking months, you wouldn’t let him take that pleasure away from you.

You grasped him by his ass, your palms firmly pressing on his buttocks to take his cock even deeper. You then gave him head as best as you knew how, fastening the rhythm when you felt the pulsation coming from him.

“Fuck, baby―”, he moaned your name as he came in your hot, wet cavity.

You felt his spent hit the back of your throat. It was so tangy and musky. You swallowed all of it. Ah, delicious, you thought gleefully. You let go of his ass and released his dick from the prison of your lips.

You placed the palms of your hands on your knees, still on the ground, and glanced up at him innocently with a sweet smile painting your face. You then opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show Joel you had eaten all his cum ― a bridge of spit connecting the tip of your tongue to his glans.

He dropped one hand to break off the arch of saliva between you and him with his index, and fed it to you ― you gladly accepted, sucking his finger clean.

“Did I do good, sir?”, you asked with a small voice, looking for praise.

“Good? You did fucking splendid, sweetheart”, you beamed with the compliment and got up to your feet when he offered you a hand.

He took your hand, walking behind him as he headed towards the lake. He turned around to face you and kissed you slowly, his tongue caressing your palate. He then took a step back. The sun was setting on his back, the orange and red lighting reflecting off the waterbed. His brown eyes, bearded jaw, hooked nose, his hair curling at the nape of his neck… He looked like a roman God ― Mars, you thought. Joel looked like a man about to fight for his life and yours on the battlefield.

He sat down on a massive flat rock one metre away from the bank of the lake, which was approximately two metres wide in both directions.

“Now undress for me, baby”, he instructed.

You did not hesitate ― all your clothing fell to your feet, piece by piece, while Joel eagerly watched the show you put on. He wetted his bottom lip while he readjusted his cock on his lap. You stood there with dreamy eyes, awaiting. He motioned one hand towards the rock he was sat on, an invitation for you to join him.

Once you were sat on his right, he placed his left hand around the front of your neck ― a very slight touch that forced you to flatten your back against the rock while he positioned himself on top of you. He bit your chin while his left hand put a sweet amount of pressure on your throat. You could tell he was controlling himself.

“My turn”, he whispered, coming off you.

He got off the rock, kneeling on the ground in front of you. You put your elbows down on the rock to lift your torso and be able to look at him, your knees bent, the sole of your feet against the cold surface of the rocky platform. Joel grabbed you by the hips and scooted your ass over to the edge of the rock. Your legs were firmly pressed against each other, trying to hide your quivering cunt ― suddenly you felt shy.

“Spread your legs open for me, darlin’, lemme see”, he commended you with his hands on your knees.

You couldn’t say no to him, you didn’t want to. So you obeyed, dropping your legs to the sides, offering him your dripping fold. He traced your slit with his index, and you moaned.

“You’re so fucking wet already. So receptive, aren’t you?”, he asked looking at you dead in the eye, his finger sinking in between your legs, looking for the entrance. “Who gets your pussy so wet?”, he pushed his fingertip in your hole, and you groaned loudly. “Who, darlin’? Use your words”.

“You, only you, sir”, you gasped.

“This is mine”. He pushed in the second phalange.

You closed your eyes, trying to control your breathing.

“All yours, yes”.

His finger got completely sucked in down to his knuckle, stroking your g-spot. You harshly pressed your lips.

“Exactly, don’t you dare forget that”, his tone was so serious you looked at him enigmatically, not really understanding where that sudden possessiveness came from, but you loved every bit of it. And you were more than happy to put his doubts to rest.

You nodded frantically.

“I would never, sir, I swear my pussy is all yours”, you really meant it.

“As it should be”, he added a second finger as he leaned forward and kissed your mound.

You sighed, eyes teary, and flattened your back against the rock again, as Joel made out with the fatty skin above your clit. He introduced a third finger, all of them rubbing your anterior wall. Then his mouth dropped and sucked in your clit. Your knees trembled while you held both of your breasts, playing with your nipples and biting down your lip to stop your wanton screams. He insisted with his kissing until your wet cunt started fluttering around his fingers, a clear tell you were about to come. He stroked your clit with his teeth, very lightly, sending shivers up your spine. Your legs pressed against his head, tension building up. And then, finally, sweet release. You came so hard on his mouth, and he drank it all.

He unburied his head from in between your legs and glanced at you with a sufficient smile.

“You taste even better directly from your creamy cunt, baby”, you were glad he was so talkative during sex, especially if it was to praise you.

Joel placed the palm of his hand over your mound, his fingers covering your damp pussy, and rubbed with just the right amount of friction. You exhaled slowly.

“I’m gonna make you come again”, he promised.

You pursed your lips, your cunt palpitating at the prospect.

“I don’t know if I can―”, you uttered under your breath.

He raised an eyebrow, almost as if he was offended. Joel grabbed your thighs and pulled towards him; the back of your knees placed on his shoulders.

“Don’t doubt me, of course you can. I said I’ll make you”, his mouth was so close to your moist pussy you felt his cool breath on your damp skin.

You whimpered when his tongue swept your entire slit unhurriedly, from your perineum to your clit, his hand climbing up your body to squeeze one of your breasts firmly. Joel repeated that move a few times ― and your brain chemistry would be changed forever after that. He briefly pinched your nipple while he paid special attention to the core of your pleasure. Joel smothered your clit with his lips ― you closed your eyes while placing a hand over his on your boob.

Joel’s tongue stopped torturing you for a second. He nudged your clit with the tip of his hooked nose and then inhaled your sweet smell. That scent was making him go wild with lust to the point where he started fisting his cock, the tip already leaking with precum. He flattened his tongue against your swollen lips, wiggling it through the slit to touch your needy hole. He could not believe you were this wet for him ― if he had the chance, he would drink from your seeping fold every single day. This was how ambrosia tasted like ― he was damn sure of it.

He placed his hands to each side of your puffy flaps to spread your pussy open, while the tip of his tongue slipped inside of you. Your free hand flew to his head, fisting a handful of hair. Your toes clenched as he started to fuck your hole with his tongue. You felt your whole uterus contracting so hard it was almost painful. Your cum started to ooze out as a new orgasm hit you with full force, yelling his name. Joel did not waste any of it, licking it off you shamelessly.

What just happened ― that felt like sin, the most beautiful sin you had ever experienced. Your breathing was so irregular you thought you were going to have a heart attack. Then you heard Joel snickering as he got back up to his feet.

“See? Told ya”, he said smugly as you placed the elbows on the rock to lift your chest and glance at him.

He was jerking off, his cock ready for you again. You sat back up and leaned forward, your hands on his muscular thighs as you kissed the slippery tip, the shaft, then his balls. You showered pecks all over his manhood, worshipping it.

“S-sorry, sir, can I ask? Is your cock only mine? P-please?”, you asked in between smooches, almost panting, looking at him with puppy eyes.

Joel’s irises were swirling with desire, his hips slightly slanted forward towards your mouth, his dick visibly spasming while he caressed your cheek.

“All yours, yes”, he replicated your exact words, your heart fluttering with contempt.

You smiled at him before licking his testicles again ― your hand pushing his shaft against his lower belly to give you better access. Your eyes never abandoned his as your saliva covered his soft ball sacks.

This time he did step back, and you let him.

“I need you inside me, please”, you murmured.

His jaw was so tight he didn’t dare to speak. Joel could feel his heartbeat on his cock, all because of you and your wanton mouth. You looked so damn beautiful ― on your knees, staring at him through your eyelashes, patiently waiting. He knew you very well by now, fully conscious that as sweet as you were acting now, that was it ― an act. And he loved every bit of it. He liked the way you replied to him when sex wasn’t involved, taking no shit from anyone, your snarky remarks driving him crazy.

Joel sat down on the rock and motioned for you to join him on his lap. You joyfully obliged, sitting atop of him. Your knees to each side of his waist, your bust against his, skin to skin. Your nipples grazed his chest, becoming harder at the electric contact. He cupped both of your boobs and pushed them up, so he could kiss them tenderly. You sighed, your mouth against his ear. Still holding your breasts, he unattached his lips from your nipples to peck your chin.

“Fuck me, darlin’”.

You looked down between you two. His erection was so prominent you knew it was hurting him. And you could ease that pain for him. Heaving, you lifted your hips up and grabbed his dick. It was hard but soft at the same time, velvety, very warm and beating. So sensitive to the touch he groaned ― music to your ears. You hugged his neck with your free arm as you guided his tip to your leaking entrance.

With a sudden drop of your hips, you impaled yourself harshly ― his bollocks kissing your tumid lips. You circled your hips against his, very slowly, which made you both moan in unison. Then you raised your body, his cock slipping out completely. Holding him from the base, you came down on him sharply again.

Joel was close to losing his mind. If you did that one more time, he wasn’t going to be able to hold it for much longer. You seemed to understand that, because you started to rock your hips back and forth, up and down. He kneaded your ass, feeling your rhythm, spurring you on. His fingers squeezed the skin under them while he kissed your collarbone. His mind was completely blank ― he could only focus on your sweet pussy hugging him, choking him. His dick felt so wet, so hot, throbbing for release… You kept on riding him, your movements growing erratic as you both were close to climax.

You surrounded Joel’s neck with both arms, pressing your breasts against his handsome face, your hips flushed with his, as your cunt angrily convulsed around his erection in blissful liberation. Joel held it together while you recovered, his hands still on your ass cheeks, fingers so clutched they were close to dislocating.

“Baby, if you don’t get off, I’m―”, pain smeared his tone. He was really fighting for his life right there and then.

“Oh, sorry”, you said with a small voice, still feeling your own pleasure. You elevated your hips, so his manhood popped out with a squelching sound.

You were not going to leave him hanging, obviously. So you kneeled before him, in between his strong legs, and kissed his tip. Joel sighed loudly when you closed off your lips around him for the second time today and pumped his shaft fast and strong, milking him dry. A minute later, your throat was clogged with his spent. A drop of it trickled down the corner of your mouth.

Joel leaned forward and caught the cum off the corner of your mouth with his thumb before rubbing it on your lips. Then he kissed you wetly, devouring you. He could never have enough of you.

“Thank you, sir”, you whispered with a smile when he was done assaulting your mouth.

He just smiled back. A genuine smile, the first you had seen from him. It tugged at your heart a little.

You were still feeling restless. Although you had orgasmed four times already, your pussy lips were so inflamed you thought you were on your way down to hell. Still on your knees in front of him, you softly massaged your sensitive clit. It was burning ― you suppressed a sob as you glanced up at him, lips slightly parted.

“What is it? Is your tight pussy still gushing, sweetheart?”, he asked you, cupping your chin.

You nodded, tears of frustration blurring your vision.

“I need more, I can’t ― my pussy is on fire, sir”, you muttered, feeling sorry for yourself. You were in a heightened state of sensory overload.

“Let me help you with that then”, you almost cried of relief at his words.

You quickly got up and kneeled on top of his lap again. He slipped a hand in between your bodies to caress your core. Your flesh trembled at the touch. Suddenly you realised you desperately needed to find your own rhythm ― you didn’t have to communicate it, Joel understood it in a second. He stopped and let you do what you had to do. You placed the palm of your hands on his shoulders and started rubbing your pussy against the side of his still hand. You slid your cunt further up to his elbow, and then returned back to his wrist. Your clit greedily welcomed the tingling sensation of the hair on his forearm against your wet slit.

You kept on rocking your hips back and forth on his forearm, pressing hard against it, sliding, rubbing and causing as much friction as you could, the heat in your belly flowing down to your crotch. You buried your fingers in his wet hair and tilted his head backwards so you could rest your forehead against his. Your inner walls contracted extremely hard and then you let go, squirting plentifully for a few never-ending seconds on Joel’s forearm. Your overstimulated cunt was leaking on top of him as if someone had opened the tap of your pleasure and couldn’t close it. When the last wave of your climax abandoned you, you looked down to see how it all trickled down from his forearm onto his lap.

You closed your eyes, content, when he gently tapped your pussy a few times. You breathed in deeply, feeling completely satisfied, finally at peace. Then you pecked his lips with gratitude.

“Better now, baby?”.

“Yes, infinitely better. I―I’m sorry I made a mess”.

“Don’t you apologise for that”.

You both remained in that position for a few minutes ― his now relaxed, wet cock warmly lodged between the flaps of your still dribbling cunt. He hugged your waist to bring you closer to him, his mouth brushing yours in a moment of calmness you had not experienced with him yet.

When his lips released yours, you placed your cheek against his right shoulder, your fingertips tracing the scar on it. Silence ensued, neither of you felt the need to fill it with words.

As much as you fought against yourself, you had feelings for Joel. Although you probably didn’t know all his faces, you knew enough about him to love him. The way he would have you on your tiptoes with his sarcastic comments, his bluntness, his rudeness, the way he would snap back at you when you pressed his buttons ― but also his kindness, his caring side, his softness, how he worried about you making sure you were okay, his demanding sexual needs, the way he made you feel when his hands mapped out your skin.

But you were not sure what he thought about all of this. In some respects, his mind was inscrutable. It was part of his charming personality, you guessed. You kissed the scar on his shoulder as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent.

“I love how you smell”, he murmured.

“Is that the only thing you love about me?”, you couldn’t resist, the words just slipped out of your mouth. You wished you could take them back, but it was too late for that.

Joel slightly froze in place at your question. He couldn’t deny that he had started to develop feelings for you. The way you looked at him made him want to be a better person. Although you drove him crazy sometimes, you made his days bearable, a shining beautiful light amongst so much darkness. You were his lighthouse, guiding him to shore. He just needed to learn how to surf through the violent waves before he could safely approach the coast.

Knowing how close he had been to losing you had opened his eyes to a new, unknown reality. He would literally kill for you if he had to ― he had already done it and would do it all over again without blinking. No regrets whatsoever.

But he had some unresolved trust issues when it came to romantic relationships. Joel married Sarah’s mother, Charlotte, when they were both twenty-one years old, as soon as they knew they were expecting. The first two years were very hard on them both, parenthood was not a piece of cake. Resentment had grown between them, to the point where Charlotte had accused him of robbing her of her fun years, which led her to cheat on him. They tried to salvage their marriage for the sake of Sarah, but they never did ― Charlotte died in a car accident while on a heated, angry phone call with Joel.

He locked away those thoughts ― it wasn’t the time nor the place to dwell on the past. Not when he had you with him.

“I… well, no. I love everything about you, sweetheart”, he conceded.

Your heart skipped a beat with joy. No, it wasn’t a love confession, but it was much more than what you were expecting of him. You turned your face against his neck and placed a kiss on his Adam’s apple.

“C’mon, let’s freshen up, I want to clean my mess off you, I do feel a bit bad”, you said with a chuckle.

You got off his lap, the cool breeze touching your sweaty skin. You offered him a hand, which he took, standing up behind you. Without letting go of his fingers interlaced with yours, you guided him to the water. It was cold, but you ventured inside with Joel following you. When the level was up to your waist, you turned around in Joel’s embrace.

You proceeded to wash off your cum and his off his cock, his lap, his forearm. When you were done, he kissed the top of your head. His left hand did the same to you, his fingers caressing your pussy, cleaning the proof of your shared pleasure. He did so not in a sexual way, but in a caring, intimate way. A minute later, you both disappeared beneath the water to emerge a second later, to wash off all the sweat. You found yourself in his arms again, your cheek against his chest ― you could hear his heart beating loudly but steadily.

“Joel, I―”, you didn’t know where to start. There were thoughts you had been wanting to put into words for a while now. “What happened to me sucks and I still die a bit inside when the memories come back at night. But none of it was your fault, nor mine. I do not want those bastards to win, to ruin my life. And my life with you. And I know it will take time to heal that part of me, or maybe it will never heal, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you. I want you so badly, Joel, but what I do not want is you walking on eggshells around me. I’m not broken, I want to move forward, not get stuck in the past. Do you understand what I mean?”, you asked, your cheek still against his chest, looking up at him.

His eyes were focused on yours. His heart shrunk a bit, sharing your pain. If he could, he would take it away, all of it ― the fear, the panic attacks, the agony, the memories, the nightmares. But he couldn’t change the past. So, he nodded.

“I do, honey”, he whispered as he bowed down to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

You both stood there for a few more minutes, hugging each other in silence. Then Joel grumpily ended the embrace.

“We should get back, Tommy is going to kill us”.

You laughed because it was so true. You both got out of the lake, towelled down and got dressed. You started walking towards the campsite besides him ― your hand in his, fingers entangled. When you saw the tent and Tommy’s outline against the fire, you got ready to release his hand. But he didn’t let go when Tommy turned around to look at both of you.

You tried to hide a soft smile ― and failed.

The younger Miller noticed you holding hands but made no comment about it. But he did smile. A very wide smile.

“Well, about damn time, dinner is almost ready”, he said with amusement, pointing to the rabbit impaled with a stick roasting on top of the fire. “If you took any longer, the rabbit was going to come back to life and run away”.

“Always so theatrical, Tommy”, you chuckled.

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Could you do a blurb showing how Harry and 1dbandmate!yn reacted over the years when asked in interviews if they were a couple?? please 🙏

Always Asked

A/N: been in a writing funk lately but i'm happy i got this one done since i miss writing and posting to you all!! 💚

SUMMARY: Snippets of interviews over the years from when YN and Harry were asked if they were dating. (3.4k)

GENRE: 1dbandmate!yn, famous!yn

SINCE 2010 masterlist

2011:

Never in a million years did YN ever think her dream career would start so soon. It’s only been a year since she auditioned for the XFactor and now she’s sitting at a table next to her bandmates as hundreds of fans go down the line to get a copy of their freshly signed album. 

With copious amounts of screaming comes along an abundance of questions thrown at the teenagers. Most of the time, it’s YN giving the screaming fans a beautiful smile, asking them how they are, and thanking them for their kind words before passing the signed CD case to Harry. With all the excitement in the air, she feels like she’s truly living the pop star lifestyle she’d seen many others live out.

“Hiya, love,” YN smiles at the preteen girl who’s practically vibrating with excitement at seeing the famous band. She also gives a polite greeting to the supportive dad of the young girl who has his hands on his daughter’s shoulders. “How are you? I love your shirt.”

She compliments, smiling at seeing the young girl wearing a shirt with YN’s face on it. 

“My dad got it for me for my birthday!” The little fan beams.

“Did he?” YN animatedly gasps with a smile. “Well, it was nice of him to take you over here, yeah?”

She signs the CD case with a heart over her name before sliding it over to Harry. His fingers brush over hers and the two of them catch each other’s gaze. A smile tugs on their lips before looking away just as quickly. 

“Are you two dating?” The young girl practically screams out, her eyes bouncing back and forth excitedly between YN and Harry. 

The two teenagers tense up, thrown off by the question in such a crowded place. Their management team is still media-training them and while they’ve learned so much already, they’re still getting used to taking what they’ve learned out into the field.

YN and Harry give each other a look, already knowing the answer but searching in one another’s eyes for maybe a smidge of something more.

“Lilly!” The dad scolds before letting out a chuckle. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be,” YN shakes her head with a smile, hoping it's convincing enough to not cause any suspicion. “Sorry Lilly, but Harry and I aren’t dating because quite frankly—” She beckons the little fan closer, cupping her mouth but still being loud so her bandmate can hear, “—he has cooties.”

Harry’s immediately furrowing his brows together and lets out a long and playful, “Hey!”

“Ew!” Lilly laughs, seeming satisfied with that answer before waving goodbye and walking towards the rest of the band.

Before they can dwell on what just happened, thankfully the next fan shuffles over for their own interaction and signed copy.

2012:

The band is at their first Brits Awards show and needless to say, they all got a little tipsy after their win. Their team didn’t even have time to give them a snack or water bottle to help sober them up a little bit before their backstage press interviews.

“Harry, how will you guys be celebrating tonight?” A journalist asks from the crowd.

“Erm,” Harry giggles to himself and it makes YN tipsily follow from her spot next to him. The hand that isn't gripping onto their award goes to cover her smile. “I think we’re just gonna hang out and stuff.”

“YN? Is there any lucky man whom you will be celebrating with?” Another voice in the sea of reporters asks.

“Nope,” YN raises her eyes with a tipsy smile and a slow shake of her head. She shakes her thumb towards her boys with a click of her tongue. “Just these lads.”

“Any lucky lad in particular? Perhaps a curly-headed one standing next to you?”

Almost as if it was planned, the two teenagers comically look beside each other, cranking their necks in playful search of who the intrusive lady was referring to.

“Me?” Harry dramatically questions, pointing to his chest with a bright, open-mouthed, dimpled smile gracing his face.

“Well, I mean he is part of the band, is he not?” YN sassily purses her lips together, her media-training to retain her “good girl” image slipping out of her alcohol induced brain. 

Thankfully, before anything could be escalated further by the tipsy girl, the intrusive press, or the snickering boys, a member from their management team instructs the audience to move onto another person.

2013:

“You guys have known each other for what seems like forever now and your bond with the rest of the guys is so strong...” 

YN reaches forward for a sip from her glass of water on the panel table in her seat in between Harry and Niall. It’s been a long week for the band as they do press for their new movie, This Is Us. They’ve been thrown left and right with interviews that YN can’t help but already be done with the repetitiveness of some of the questions.  

“So then we’re all clearly curious to know if you and Harry are dating?”

“Nope,” YN pops the ‘P’ and shakes her head as if her actions were automatically programmed to respond in that way. She casually waves her finger between the two boys beside her, “But him and Niall are though.” 

The crowd of press people laugh and chuckle as they see Naill gasp and Harry raise his eyebrows in playful shock.

“I mean, you kinda pointed it out,” YN puts on her media-trained smile good enough to win an Oscar. “These lads are like my brothers and our bond is so strong because we see each other more like family than anything else. I see them more as annoying than someone I'd rather date, to be honest,” she forces out a light laugh. 

“Plus, as YN so kindly pointed out,” Harry leans on his elbows on the table as he looks to his crush next to him. YN can see his dimple dig into his cheek as he fights off a smirk. “M’happily in a committed relationship with Niall.”

Harry doesn’t take his eyes off of his bandmate as he leans back into his seat. He watches as she tucks her chin into her chest, her fingers rubbing over her lips to cover her giggle as the rest of the room breaks out in commotion.

2014:

“Can we assume that the rock on your finger is from a certain curly-headed lad?” The woman who’s interviewing them for the band’s new book Who We Are excitedly asks. 

The band are all sat on an L-shaped couch as they discuss the contents of the hard cover book. Sat in between Zayn and Niall, YN purposely avoids her gaze from Harry as she answers.

“No,” YN lets out a forced chuckle as she looks down to fidget with the diamond ring on her finger. Anyone who has looked at more than three pictures of YN can tell that her favorite pieces of jewelry are her assortment of rings along her fingers. But only true fans know that part of her liking to the small jewelry is to help her fidget with them when she has anxiety. It’s an odd feeling however that the newly gifted one has been the cause of her increase in nerves. “It’s um, from me boyfriend—well, fiancé now—Matthew. Harry is like a brother to me so that would be quite weird.” 

“Of course! I was only teasing, love.” The woman laughs with an over-exaggerated smile, clearly disappointed in the answer she was given. “Congratulations to you both.”

“Thank you,” YN forces a smile, still twisting at the shiny ring that sticks out like a sore thumb.

2015:

“YN.”

“James.” She says with the same amount of playful seriousness, the audience in front of them laughs along. As the date of the band’s long-awaited hiatus comes closer and closer, their good friend James Corden interviews them in the same location where they filmed the music video for Story of My Life. 

“Harold,” the host directs his attention to the band member sitting next to her.

The fans in the crowd only giggle in giddiness even further as Harry playfully throws a hand up in confusion with what the fans call his ‘frog’ smile. 

“Now, we are all truly devastated when we heard the news that you and your long-time partner had called it quits a couple of weeks ago.” The audience laughs when James comically shakes his head no. YN even lets out a laugh when she sees the fans in the audience cheer at the news of her new relationship status. Despite the support she feels from the fans, it doesn’t necessarily calm the nerves at why the host brought the topic up in the first place. “Now we’re also all wondering if this may have possibly opened up, I don’t know, an opportunity for you to seek something with another lad?”

“Um,” YN lazily holds her microphone to her lips as she gives James the news that will hopefully shut down the conversation. “I think m’gonna just focus on myself for a bit. Yeh know, take a break from dating and all that.”

The room breaks out into chuckles when the host makes noises like he doesn’t believe her. He wags his interview cards in the air as he says, "I mean, both of your writing credits on some love songs tell me otherwise..."

Truthfully, the two friends can't deny that logic. They've either individually or co-wrote a plethora of love songs...that may or may not have been about each other. But will they ever admit that to a room full of their fans who have been shipping them since their XFactor days? Hello no.

“Well, the beauty that YN and I see in music is that songs are always up for interpretation," Harry interjects. "They can mean anything you want them to be, in any sort of scenario.”

“Yeah, like, lyrics don’t always necessarily have to come from a place of experience,” YN adds on, professionally keeping her voice from wavering in nervousness. “It certainly helps but that’s not always the case. Especially now.”

She can’t help but laugh along with the rest of the crowd as James holds an expression like he doesn’t believe a word they said.

“Okay, fine. Deny it all you want,” James puts his hands up defensively. “I just...I don’t know, I just think that this could really be Something Great.”

The room of fans (and die hard ynrry shippers) squeal and scream out in a mixture of excitement and disbelief from his use of the One Direction songs that are heavily speculated to be about YN and Harry. 

“Whatever, it’s your guy’s decision at the End of the Day,” James continues nonchalantly, trying to hide the smile that shows that he knows exactly what he’s doing. 

Fans’ eyes bounce back and forth between the two band members in question. They see as YN has her hands clasped together on her crossed legs, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her witty comments to herself. Harry, on the other hand, leans his elbow on his knee with his index finger over his smirk. He tries to cover up his chuckle with a cough to his fist before pushing back his long curls. 

“All we want is for you guys to live Happily ever after, is all.”

2017:

“Now, both of you little sneaky sneaks went to Jamaica together to make his album. Come on, tell me I’m wrong,” Nick Grimshaw teases, wiggling his fingers in a beckoning motion.

The two were currently on BBC Radio with their good friend that they’ve known since their days in the band. Dropping their first solo albums in the same week caused their fan bases to go into a frantic frenzy. The two have a full day ahead of them as their record labels and management teams paired the two up for a day jam-packed with press and interviews together.

“You are not wrong,” Harry laughs, adjusting the chunky headphones over his ears. He’s already rolled up his white button-up sleeves and discarded his picnic table-looking blazer to lay on the back of his chair.

“Sneaky sneaks?” YN chuckles next to him, leaning her elbows on the counter and moving her hips to rotate her swiveling seat from side to side.

“Well, I only say that because you guys are obviously dating now, right?”

“Do girl and guy best friends always have to be dating?” YN easily swerves the question back to the radio host.

“Well,” Grimmy tilts his head from side to side. “Not necessarily, but wouldn’t that be a good story? For your future kiddos perhaps?”

YN and Harry bark out a laugh.

“Sorry, m’getting ahead of myself. Maybe you lads would want to save that for your wedding day instead.”

“Can I swear on the radio?” YN playfully yet genuinely asks the host which makes Harry giggle.

“But I mean, what are your fans—and quite frankly, the rest of the world—supposed to think when a good majority of the songs on his album are about you, Miss Two Ghosts?” Nick teases with a wiggle of his eyebrow.

YN’s jaw humorously drops, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as a nervous laugh threatens to escape. The two knew that they would get poked and pried with questions and accusations like this since their trip to Jamaica. There’s no use in trying to deny their close relationship with one another, spending more time with one another than any of their fellow band members since the start of the hiatus. 

Unable to quickly come up with an explanation, being so caught off guard, she turns to the only other person she can trust. 

“Jenny?” YN playfully calls for her manager who’s behind the glass window of the radio studio, leaning forward to look at her despite Harry in the way. 

“Help me, Jeffery,” Harry playfully pleads to his manager as well.

“No, no Jeffery. Jenny, get back in your chair, young lady.” Nick points out for the listeners who can’t see what’s currently happening. “Alright, I’ll stop, I’ll stop,” The host waves his hands, seeing the two visually calm down at the news. “Now, I’ll just play the one Harry wrote about YN. This is Two Ghosts!”

Harry playfully yells out an “Oh, no!” as he pushes himself away from the desk. YN lets out a humored scream at the same time, taking off her chunky radio headphones and tossing them onto the desk. 

2020:

“Okay, a big question that I’ve been getting on Twitter since it was announced that the two of you would be on here today,” Roman Kemp waves a hand in front of him at the Capital FM Breakfast Radio headquarters as he looks onto the two pop stars in front of him on the Zoom call. The couple can be seen in two separate rooms: Harry in a naturally lit room while YN sits against one of the brick walls in her bedroom.

Harry has his purple robe on that his girlfriend gifted him a couple of years ago, looking as comfy as ever since he doesn’t have to get dressed up to go outside for anything lately due to being on lockdown. 

YN on the other hand, didn’t want to miss the opportunity to get dolled up. Well, at least from the waist up. She wears one of her silk button-up blouses with her last name embroidered on the left chest, her hair neatly done up in a slick ponytail and her make-up nicely done. When she got complimented on her look, she clumsily lifted her leg up to show off her heart-decorated, fluffy pajama pants.

“And I feel like both of your fan bases combined would come out of quarantine to quite literally murder me if I don’t ask you guys this...” YN and Harry keep a mutual face on as they wait to hear what the host has to say. “We all know that you guys are an official couple now, but are you guys physically staying together at the moment? Like, are you guys living together or at the same house or...?”

The couple takes a second to process the intimate question. As Harry parts his lips to answer, he’s interrupted by his girlfriend speaking first. 

“Y’know, we’re kind of tired of getting questions like this. I don’t think it’s really appropriate for other people to know about that kind of stuff,” The crease between YN’s eyebrows becomes more apparent and her shoulders move sharply after letting out a deep sigh.

“Oh, I-I’m so sorry if I offended you guys—” The radio host quickly begins to retract.

“M’sorry but I think m’actually gonna log off now. Erm, thank you for having us.” YN curtly nods before the host and Harry’s faces fill the screen, both with wide eyes at the unexpected reaction from the go-happy pop star.

“Wait, did that really just happen?” Roman and the other two interviewers are deers in headlights, his eyes bouncing around the screen to make sure what just took place. 

“I think so,” Harry sighs. “It’s just a sensitive topic for us, y’know. I can’t really blame her for what she did,” He professionally hides his smile as he hears the quick pad of footsteps coming down her spiral staircase.

“I really meant no harm, it’s just—”

“It’s just really hard to keep our private life private, you know?” Harry drags on with a deep sigh. “And it's just really hard for us to have to answer things like this. Like, we don’t really know what you guys expect us to do when...” Harry’s dimples dig into his cheeks, a boyish giggle comes tumbling past his lips when YN peaks her head sideways in front of his laptop camera.

“YN!” Romans scolds with a bright smile, infinitely relieved he didn’t just make enemies with the world’s favorite female pop star. He dramatically throws a hand over his heart.

“Sorry, I’m sorry! It was just too good and Ro, I think you’re the only one that would be able to handle a joke like that.” YN laughs as she slides in close to her comfy-looking boyfriend.

“So I’m assuming this confirms my previous question?” The host asks excitedly.

“Yeah,” Harry smiles fondly at his love, discreetly wrapping an arm around her waist that’s low enough to not be shown on camera. “We’ve been living at YN’s place in LA for a couple of weeks now. And yeah, it’s been fun.”

2022:

In a full black suit, Harry is escorted to the next interviewer on the red carpet for the premiere of My Policeman. After a couple of initial questions, the eager woman asks, “Last thing before you get whisked away, on behalf of the fandom and everyone else on this planet, we just want to send a massive amount of love to you and YN.”

“Thank you very much,” He nods, putting a hand over his heart and trying his hardest to keep the growing smile on his face at bay. 

“And we are all just dying to know,” She takes a quick, excited glance back to the camera. “If you’re going to drop the big question soon?”

Harry can’t help but huff out a laugh, the kind where his dimples dig into his cheeks and the crows feet appear next to his eyes. If they only knew that YN kept the ring he gave her—the ring that signifies their promise to become husband and wife on their anniversary—at home for the sake of privacy and for this very reason. 

“Um,” He looks up in fake contemplation before giving her a cheeky shrug. “I dunno. Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows?”

“Well, best of luck to you both.”

After being escorted away, the camera doesn’t stop filming Harry as he goes over to stand next to his fiancée on the red carpet. Although the camera can’t pick up what YN says to Emma Corin that makes the actress laugh, her beaming smile turns to Harry when she feels his hand on her back. He can’t hold back from planting a loving peck on her cheek before the two are escorted to their next section on the red carpet. 

2023:

On a show in Cardiff, Harry adjusts a flag on his shoulder as he walks around the catwalk on stage. As he begins to sing Satellite, he makes a stop to sing to a group by the barricade. 

It’s nothing new to YN and Harry’s respective shows when fans bring signs with something on it to get the artists’ attention. Honestly, it’s become one of the parts of the show they look forward to the most.

So when Harry’s eyes move over to a newly raised sign that says ‘shag?’ on it, he breaks out into a smirk. Part of the fun of when fans bring signs is that there’s always a handful that asks these sorts of questions: Are you single? Can I have your number? Are you dating? 

It’s not so much the content written on the signs that makes the interaction so enjoyable; it’s the response that he gives. 

Because all Harry does is break out into that dimpled, love sick smile that YN can’t get enough of and happily points to his wedding band.

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