#I'm picking up everything he's putting down

[patricia-taxxon]

I want to set the record straight regarding a certain OST for a short film that should be coming out later this year, because one of its directors is making false and hurtful claims about me and my business ethic. After he made a prominent appearance on a drama stream about me & wrote a section of my callout doc, I told him that I wasn't interested in dragging him publicly, but that has felt more impossible as time goes on and I realize the extent of his misrepresentation. I had a vision of this film being able to release quietly in spite of everything, but I don't think that can happen, and I fully expect him to try and hurt my chances at further work.

In 2023, between techdogs 4 and 5, I worked on music for a then good friend's student film. It is by far the most technically difficult job I've ever had, and I did it for free. Now, before you get mad, this is partially (mostly) my fault. I never negotiated a price beforehand, and when I found out partway through that I was working for free, I let it slide for fear of being disruptive. If I was asked to quote a price today, it would have been approximately 900 USD. The work was a hellish and grueling experience, technical in ways I'd never been prepared for, and I sorely regret not putting my foot down, because I was hollowed out by the end of it.

A big portion of his callout against me is concerned with, bafflingly, my decision not to contribute my own money to the film, which at that point would have been a negative paycheck. I didn't pay the thirty dollars that I would've had to pitch in for the film to be screened, and I considered that a fine payment for the nine hundred dollars of work they got from me. He goes on to write that I'm rich anyways, I pay hundreds of dollars on album art (business expenses that I know I'll make back when the music is released) and "furry porn," because apparently if I am occasionally willing to drop a pretty penny on a pleasure purchase then I should simply be compelled to pay them randomly for things I hold no stake in and that I signed no contract for. He also mentions that I paid them later for the DCP file at another screening, of course by that point I had gotten the vibe that they were wanting for me to drop money on their project, so I did, giving the post-hoc justification that "i guess in this case I also care about the film sounding good." He writes "well I guess that was something she deemed worthy" without realizing the implication would then be that he did not see my own work as worthy.

Let me make this clear, this is like if a voice actor worked on my video game for free as a favor with no expectations of royalties, and then I asked them to help me pay to get the game on steam. This is presented along reheated second, third, fourthhand accounts of sexual misconduct.

And before we move on, to the claim that one album artist had to wait for years before receiving payment, this is true. I did forget to pay one artist, and only found out after their assistant contacted me years later, where I then paid six times the asking price as a late fee. I was commissioning over ten album arts every year, and as of now, this is the only time I have made this mistake.

It is impossible for me to refute his claims about the personal time we spent together in Omaha, as it would just be my word against his. I will just say that he should know the omitted reasons that I have grown to feel I was disposed, discarded, and taken for granted by him, and how he has nothing to do with why I hold those memories at that film festival so highly. He also does the classic thing where he positions allowing me to pick the movie in the evening as this favor he did, making me unknowingly rack up debt for a bargain I never consented to.

During all this, he has expressed an existential fear of being harassed for going public about me, and for this reason I want to say that I still hope that this film can be released without a fuss, but his continued participation in a harassment campaign against me has done far more to tarnish his reputation than I ever could. If you really cared about your image, pressure Crim to re-record that drama stream without your embarrassing petty grievances in it & delete your testimony from the callout doc. Thanks.

[nerdygirlramblings]

The 141 and being "our wife" (for @beloveds-embrace based on this)

You're up to your elbows in flour, prepping the dough for Yorkshire pudding, when you hear the rumble of an engine in the drive. You wait until it's followed by four thunks before drawing in a deep breath.

Just as you're about to shout up the stairs, you hear a set of footsteps thunder down from the second floor.

"Dad's home!" your oldest, Kinsey, shouts to you.

"I heard hunny," you call back. "Can you get the door? I'm sure Papa's going to have a bunch of things with him."

"Alright, Mom," Kinsey says. It sounds like she's in the entryway. You hear the squeak of the hinges as she opens the front door. As it does, you hear your youngest's happy scream. Bailey must be able to see out the window.

"Da! Da! Da! Da!" he babbles.

"Yes, Bae, that's Daddy," you hear your middle child, Emma, tell him. You smile to yourself, proud of how well your kids get along. You're still musing over your little family when a rumble pulls you out of your reverie.

"Hey, Kins," John's voice says. "Where's your mama?"

"Mama's in the kitchen," Emma responds.

"Emma, my sunshine!" he crows. You hear her giggle and can only imagine John's picking her up and probably tossing her into the air. A squeal proves your instinct right.

"Munchkin!" you hear Simon call. He must have been just behind John.

You hear Kinsey groan at the nickname, but it's impossible to miss the smile in her voice when she says, "Welcome home, Dad."

It's Johnny's voice you hear next. "Where's my Em girl?" he says. It's followed by a grunt, a squeal, and and a, "Watch it, MacTavish," in John's deep baritone. Johnny probably snatched the girl right out of John's arms.

You hear the wheels of Bailey's walker rattle along the floor as Kyle's voice joins the fray. "Baby boy! You've gotten so big!"

Bailey coos, "Da. Da. Da. Da," at him, which earns a guffaw from Johnny.

"Tha's yer Daddy. I'm Da!"

As you listened to your children greet their fathers, you put the dough into the cooker and are washing up. You wipe your wet hands on the tea towel, and a pair of strong hands fall on your waist. The man smells like sunshine and tobacco.

John's beard tickles your throat when he leans to kiss you. "Thank you, Mama," he whispers. You know from previous deployments he's thanking you for waiting for them, for caring for the kids in their absence, for carrying the weight of everything by yourself. "We're home now." He punctuates his message with another kiss as you feel Simon enter the room.

You step away from John's embrace to wrap your arms around as much of Simon as you can manage. You don't say anything, and neither does he. He drops a kiss on the hair and holds you tight for one minute, then two. When you feel him unfurl, tension seeping away, you finally whisper, "Welcome home, Si."

"Missed you, Mama," he replies. He gives you another tight squeeze before stepping back. You turn to find Kyle leaning against the door frame. He smiles at you, and you open your arms for him.

He picks you up with a spin. "Ky," you giggle, feeling decades younger.

"Mama," he says, "it smells amazing in here." He smiles at you. "You take such good care of us." He pulls you against him and brushes his lips across yours. "Thank you," he murmurs.

"Always," you reply, cupping his cheek. You close your eyes and press your forehead to his. "Always," you whisper again.

Finally, Johnny's behind you, practically pulling you from Kyle's hug. "Stop hogging our missus, Garrick. I didnae get a turn yet." You see Kyle roll his eyes, but he lets you go, passing you gently into Johnny's arms. "Mama," Johnny says, looking you in the eye. "It's so good tae be home."

You wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the base of his skull. "It's good to have you all home." You close your eyes and breathe deeply. You try to blink them away, but you feel the tears lining your eyes. "So so good."

This last deployment was longer than anyone thought it would be. After three months, they went radio silent, and if Kate hadn't been giving you updates, you would have been out tracking your men across the desert. Six months alone. Six months raising three kids on your own. Six months worrying about them every day.

But they were home now. And that was enough.

[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug Like Angel

pt5

Last day on earth

hey guys warning might be ooc cause i am writing this half asleep

"SHOOT- I'M LATE AGAIN!"

You had band practice with the others today

Why are you always late?

You promised them, and you accidentally slept through your alarm. Again.

You forgot Lyla was down for today too, she was focused solely on the anomalies today, so she couldn't wake you up.

Shit.

You scrambled around in your room getting ready for the day.

You put on your clothes and quickly do your hair.

You tried looking for your guitar and forgot you left it downstairs.

You ran downstairs and almost tripped.

You stopped when you saw everyone eating breakfast at the table.

Without you.

It made you less mad that they were together without you, you were used to them being together without you.

It made you sad how you never even realized.

"..You guys have been having breakfast together? Without me?"

They all went silent. You could see the guilty looks on their faces. As soon as Dick opened his mouth to talk, you shut them up.

"Why would you even-" You stopped yourself, you had things to do. "You know what? This is a problem for future y/n."

You grabbed your keys and put it in your bag while you ran around trying to finish getting ready.

"Alfred, I'm gonna be gone till later, I promised my friends I'm gonna be at band practice"

You ran into the bathroom to finish brushing your teeth.

"Also if one of them shows up at the door, please let them in! Hobie's my ride today!" You called out from inside the bathroom

"Alright, young miss." you heard Alfred say from the kitchen.

You did your makeup quickly and put on your shoes.

You grabbed your bag that had your guitar picks inside, along with some essentials like money, a hairbrush, makeup, etc.

You just needed your phone, which you had left in the kitchen.

As soon as you run out of the bathroom and into the dining room you get jumpscared.

"Boo." Hobie jumped, scaring you.

You screamed before play hitting him

Okay, screw you too, spidey-senses!

While you explained to Hobie you were almost done getting ready, you could slightly feel the others glaring at you and Hobie.

it wasn't them trying to figure him out,it was them judging him.

Damian couldn't understand, why were you hanging out with someone like him?! He's too punk and crazy looking, it's so dumb you were excited to hang out with him.

He snapped out of it as soon as he saw you and Hobie about to exit the manor.

He was about to demand to know where you were going, but suddenly as soon as you were about to walk out the door, you felt Hobie pull on the back of the collar of your shirt.

"Hm?" you asked Hobie

"Don't you think you're missing something, Tinkerbell?" Hobie asked, pointing to your back.

"what do you mean? I have everything, I think. I have my lipgloss and everything.." you started rambling to yourself for a bit, checking the mental checklist you had for yourself.

After a few moments, you realize you thought you had your guitar with you!

You did not!

You ran to grab it, everyone looking at you both.

You grabbed your guitar and said bye to everyone.

Jason does not like Hobie.

He didn't even get to introduce himself to your family.

He straight up ignored all of them, besides Alfred, to see you!

He didn't like how excited you were to just be around him.

He didn't like how naturally you guys play fought like siblings.

He didn't like how close you guys seemed.

He didn't like how he walked around like he's been here before.

He didn't like how he had a nickname for you.

He needed to know who this guy was.

But how?

He followed you both to your practice. While dressed in a red hood.

Oops.

He watches as you both get into your car and go to a place to practice music.He sees a tiny 12-year-old girl with short black hair playing electric guitar, like you.

He sees a blonde girl with half her hair of hair shaved off getting her guitar ready while talking a curly haired boy with big doe eyes.

He sees the boy next to her getting his keyboard ready while awkwardly flirting with the girl.

He sees a boy with stupidly luscious hair getting the amps up and ready.

He can see them all getting slightly anxious, he assumes it's because of you being late.

He didn't know its because they could all sense someone watching them.

Finally, you and Hobie walk in and immediately feel the presence.

You text Miguel that you feel a tiny bit anxious and send him your location.

Better safe than sorry!

After an hour or two of playing, you all decide to sit down and take a break.

The feeling someone was watching you was still there, it just died down the slightest bit.

After a while, Pavitr finally spoke up.

"Am I the only one feeling that someone watching us?"

Immediately you all said different variants of yes.

It was so strange, why would anyone watch you guys?

You assumed it was maybe a kid on the street who was listening to your music, but that didn't explain your spidey senses going off.

As soon as you were about to talk about it, all your spidey senses went off, and someone popped up in front of you.

Red Hood, or your brother, Jason Todd.

Immediately everyone got up and gave you knowing glances.

Sure, you never told anyone about your family's identities, but technically everybody in the spiderverse and their moms knew.

Something about you being a mix of two multi-verses.

"Woah! No need to get so defensive!" Red Hood said, putting his hands up.

"why are you here?" you asked, glaring at him dead in the eyes. Well, he was wearing a mask so you looked at him where his eyes were supposed to be.

"Can't someone drop by for a visit? You guys were great, by the way," he said. You weren't sure what he wanted.

At this point, you had Peni hidden behind you. Sure, he wouldn't ever do anything to any kid, but it was a force of habit you had to protect her.

You didn't notice Hobie slowly moving beside you to protect you if anything happened.

"Welp, I just came in to check on regular civilians, nothing wrong with that," he smirked. he knew he was getting under your skin.

"well, it's a good thing we don't need help. Goodbye." you shooed him away like he had done multiple times to you.

He scoffed and left.

You all let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

It was getting late anyway. You should all start packing up and go out someplace to eat.

It was your turn to choose which place to go, and you immediately chose Batburger.

As soon as you all ordered and sat down, you all immediately started talking about why Red Hood popped by.

Your friends all knew about the neglect from everyone, no one understood why they were here.

Why now?

The topics changed throughout everything, from school drama to plans for the future, to plans for future hangouts.

Everything was great, you all grabbed your meals and were eating the mountain of food you guys ordered.

"I'm telling you, the food in my universe is so much better!" Miles argued with you.

"it's so not! It's greasy!" You argued back

"like batburger isn't?" Miles smirked, you both played arguing.

You gasped dramatically. "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!" you play slapped Miles.

"LISTEN DINGBAT I SAID-" Miles rudely pointed his finger in your face.

"GET YOUR FINGER OUT OF MY FACE!" You and Miles started throwing fries at each other's faces, everyone else at the table laughing at how stupid you guys are.

Suddenly, your spidey senses went slightly off. Not enough for you and Miles to notice, but the others stopped laughing.

You didn't understand until you heard a very familiar voice.

"Is there a problem here?" You looked up and saw your other brother, Dick, looking at you guys with his stupid signature smile.

The same smile that made the hairs on your neck stand up.

Immediately you and Miles straightened up. Not in fear, but because you didn't want him to see you enjoying yourself.

"No, Richard."

You see him flinch at the use of his full name and not his nickname. His smile slightly faltered, but not enough for anyone other than you to notice.

"All alright then." he started walking away and you noticed behind him were your other siblings, Tim and Damian.

Shit.

You needed to get out of here.

Gwen immediately noticed you looking slightly panicky and immediately started holding your hand to calm you down.

It worked.

Everyone looked at each other, almost to say "Let's go."

You all left and decided to go to a park to calm down.

You all lay down on the grass in quiet. It was nice.

You don't mind doing anything with them, as long as you are together.

You wish you could stay in this moment forever.

After a while, you and Peni ended up falling asleep.

Noir came and picked up Peni.

Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr had to go home to their respective universes.

Hobie took and carried you home, there's no way he was gonna leave you lying in the middle of Gotham at night.

He made sure to carry everything you had with you into the manor.

Alfred let Hobie in as soon as he saw you being carried by him.

As soon as he got inside, Jason offered to carry you to your room, but Hobie had already started walking toward's it.

"Nah, sorry mate. She's knackered right now and moving her around might make her go mad."

As soon as he got to your room, he dropped you off on your bed took off your shoes and tucked you into bed, kissing you on the forehead, something that he's done to all the spider kids as a form of affection.

As soon as he went downstairs, he started getting questioned by everyone there.

"Who are you?" asked Damian.

"Wouldn't you like to know, weather-boy?" Hobie teased.

"Why is she so attached to you?!" Asked Jason.

"I ain't got a scooby doo," Hobie replied.

Soon, the questions turned into everyone yelling at Hobie for no reason.

You woke up from the commotion.

You went downstairs to see Hobie having a serious face.

That was not a good sign.

You kept walking further until you were on the same floor as everyone else.

"What's going on?" you asked rather meekly.

No one heard, so you spoke louder.

"What's going on?"

Still, no one heard, so you had no choice but to yell.

"WHAT IS GOING ON?!"

Everyone stopped to look at you. Everyone but Hobie was surprised to see you speak that loudly. They weren't used to you using that tone.

Everything was silent and tense for a moment.

"Well? is anyone gonna say anything or are you all gonna act stupid?" You were cranky. You needed a nap.

"We don't want you hanging around those guys anymore." your father, Bruce said.

"I don't care. I still am gonna be with them," you said.

"You don't have a choice," Damian added, agreeing with his father.

"Well nothing is stopping me, I'll still see them," you replied, glaring at Bruce.

"You're under my roof. You can make your own decisions when you aren't living here." Bruce said, rather mad you won't be obident.

"Maybe I don't want to live under your roof..." you muttered, thinking no one would hear.

"What was that?" you heard Dick say, clearly expecting you to crumble and apologize.

"Maybe I don't wanna live under your roof!" you turn to look at Hobie. He looks proud.

"Then leave." you hear Tim say.

"All alright." you start walking to your room to pack your essentials.

Everyone suddenly looks shocked. They weren't expecting that. You felt Hobie put a hand on your shoulder and help you pack. You grab your phone and see you never replied to Miguel's texts where he asked if you're okay.

You reply to him and tell him you're alright. You ask him if you can stay at his apartment because of family problems.

He immediately replies and says yes.

You finish packing up and go downstairs.

You didn't say bye to anyone as you left.

You went to a random abandoned building to use your bracelet to make a portal to Miguel's universe.

Hobie tagged along, to keep you safe.

As soon as he saw Miguel take you inside, he waved bye and went to his universe.

As soon as you got inside, you broke down.

Over how tired you are, over how your family treated you, and how you just wanted a hug.

You fell asleep hugging Miguel that night

hi guys this is kinda bad but like idk i might make a fluffy oneshot of the spiderkids js hanging out cause reader deserves a break idk

tags (please let me know if i missed anyone!): @bath1lda @mariadvorak @coralaura @tsxukikami @hjgdhghoe @coffeeaddictxd @cxcilla @kaitense1 @star-girl-interlud3 @sukaretto-n

[sweetbuckybarnes]

Crossword Masters

Summary: On their way back from closing a case, Spencer realises he had finished his crossword book. Only to look over the shoulder of BAU member Y/N, and see her playing a crossword game.

809 words

After finally closing a case that took a week in Washington, the BAU were finally on the jet and were making their way back to Quantico.

Hotch was looking over his paperwork, Rossi was reading a book, Morgan had challenged Alex to a game of Poker (with gummy worms being their currency) the pair had encouraged JJ to join. Spencer was finishing his crossword, as Y/N fiddled with her phone.

Y/N had joined the team three months after the sudden death of Spencer's girlfriend Maeve, she was used to Spencer being a little bit standoffish (Alex mentioned it was something to do with her hair or some kind of facial feature she inherited from her parents).

Spencer flipped the page after he finished yet another crossword (it was something he had picked up in the past month in order to quieten his mind).

Instead of being greeted by another crossword, he met the end page and back cover of his book. Damn, it had taken him just under a week to finish this book.

He put the book down on the table and looked over at what the rest of the team was doing. Which is when he noticed the game Y/N was playing.

A crossword game.

He kept watching her as she set letters on a board, Spencer couldn't help but watch her game as points were added and deducted from her final score. How her 'opponent' must be some kind of artificial intelligence, as she completed her game with a score of 120 points to the 'opponent's 66. Spencer watched as she moved onto the next crossword she had to complete in order to unveil some kind of picture that was locked away.

Spencer looked at the crossword over her shoulder, seeing words form in front of him. Much like everything, he couldn't keep a hold of his tongue. "Sues."

Alex glanced over her shoulder at Spencer. She was getting used to Spencer. Y/N looked over at him, raising a single eyebrow and taking an earbud out of her ear. The sound of a pop hit could faintly be heard. "I'm sorry?"

That was one thing about Y/N. She was unbelievably polite. In some aspects, she could put both the British and the Canadians to shame!

Spencer points at her screen. "Indicts. Four letters, it's sues."

Y/N looked down at her phone, which showed she currently has two As, a D, a S, and a C. "Thank you, Reid."

As Y/N progressed through the game, Spencer would sometimes blurt out words for her crossword. "Netting," was one, and "amass," was another.

The two letter word in the bottom corner was bugging him. Good night. How could there be a two letter word for good night.

There is one if you were a late teenager in the early 2000s. "GN, what does that mean?"

"It's text speak. Every teenager and young adult was texting like that in the 90s and early 2000s. You're looking at one of them," Y/N held her hands up in defence.

"I wasn't."

"That's because you're an old grandpa."

Spencer was only three years older than Y/N, but she would always call him a grandpa, especially when he had a full-fledged job and his second PhD underway when she was halfway through college.

Spencer rolls his eyes at Y/N. "There is no way anyone texted like that 10 years ago."

Y/N took that as a challenge, opening her text messages and starting an empty thread (so she doesn't send a random text to someone in her contacts).

Lol, omg wuz gr8 2 c u but gtg ttyl!!!

She turned her screen to face Spencer, and it looked like his brain just broke, simply looking at it. "What is that? Is that even English?"

Y/N burst out laughing. "JJ, can you explain this to Reid?"

JJ took Y/N's phone. Not even a second later. "Laugh out loud, oh my God, great to see you, but go to go, talk to you later," she quickly receited and passed the phone back to Y/N.

"What did he mean by that?"

"Texting was in its early stages in the 90s and early 2000s, so we found a way to adapt. You could only have 160 characters, so you got creative," Y/N tells Spencer. "I once had an ex-boyfriend when I was on Spring Break from College text me J4F and a question mark," Spencer's face was still confused. "Just for fun."

"Essentially, he was asking if I was up..." Y/N trailed off. Spencer blinked. "Sex, he asked if I was awake for sex."

Spencer's eyebrows raised. "That was dating?"

"That was just for hooking up. Dating was a disaster in the 2000s. And it still is now when I think about it..."

[lesbianherald]

Based Jayce take tbh….also I’m gonna confess this on anon but one of my most pretentious takes when it comes to fandom is that everything would be way easier to enjoy if ppl understood story structure a little more. Like Jayce’s arc is a negative arc. He sucked on purpose! If you had bad feelings about him that was intentional and okay (I do think Jayce hate was overblown but I also get why it existed. Like the audience was just picking up on the feelings the show was putting down). But he was definitely Like That for a reason! Usually in good writing, characters are tools for the narrative first you know…you don’t need to justify his actions to like Jayce because he’s fictional and he’s not a real person youre stanning. But also fandom is for fun so I know this take is pretentious but also it’s my truth. My story structure….my characters who are intentionally challenging my theme….my character arc….

NO NO BUT YOU ARE COOKING ON EVERY LEVEL !!!!

(Note: This randomly turned into a very hasty analysis of the shots used in the bridge scene? Because I got on a tangent about how we interpret visual storytelling as well and oops!)

Story structure is so overlooked. The role characters are supposed to play in an overarching narrative is overlooked. So much gets ignored in the way information is presented both in the story structure and visually that sometimes it frightens me and it makes me really bummed! And it's nobody's fault! Most of us live in a society that devalues art and literacy on purpose!

I don't think it's pretentious to wish people better understood the building blocks of the story or at least understood how to take in general arcs. And I think if they did as a whole most fandom spaces would be a lot more interesting and have a lot less bizarre takes/infighting.

I also think that - where arcane's writing can get weird and murky - the visual language will cover it. (Almost to an extreme.)

It makes me think of one of my favorite scenes in the whole show and how misinterpreted it gets and how quick people are to defend jayce here despite how much it is playing on the themes of the show and how clearly he is painted as in the wrong both by the writing and the shots ok fuck -

I think all the time about the imbalance of power represented by that insane low angle on Jayce. You know what fuck it. I'm going to go get it. Fuck. This is about to become a whole thing. Okay.

If I brought an angle like this into a classroom setting, I would be laughed at for it being too obvious. But its one of my favorites because its so visceral. In fact, I've shown this to a lot of friends - the reaction to this shot is usually an audible "Woah!" or even nervous laughter! Because clearly! He's supposed to be intimidating here. This is supposed to be like. Oh. He is not who he used to be. Oh. Oh no. Its so co clearly a representation of power and corruption you may as well stamp it on his forehead.

He's not only Jayce here, he's a representation of piltover as a whole - in its physical and political positions over Zaun. In a position of power over someone he's close with, who just verbally told someone he would "understand." Now we are seeing that he very likely wont. (He will! But right now, we are supposed to be with Viktor in this scene. We are supposed to become convinced he won't right with him!)

Note that the angle we get for Viktor is way less extreme. Way more eye level. And less centered. I could go on about this too. But oooh boy. Like! Clearly we are supposed to be more with him in terms of who we find rational. Clearly he's the voice of reason here. We are level with him. He is at a safe distance. We are seeing how he is looking up at jayce without looking down at him.

In this shot, he is someone we as an audience are level with, who is gathering information, making a decision. He is remaining more measured than I think the audience is supposed to be given the angle we're getting on jayce.

The only time we do get the "reverse" of that Jayce shot on Viktor is when he is quite literally standing out of the frame almost immediately. Whose furious with the position Jayce is putting him in. This is Right after Jayce says, "They're dangerous." He's gathered the information he needs. He sees Jayce for what he is. Somebody he cannot trust. And he refuses to be put in this lower position.

Jayce is not supposed to be the one we are rooting for here. He is the person we are supposed to be disappointed in. We are supposed to question him here. This isn't only dramatically spelled out in the narrative but also in the shot choicesss!

And then we have the apology -

That's why i always question why people are like. Okay but he apologized. When the apology is framed like this! We don't even get to see viktor's face because the damage is done!! JAYCE ISNT EVEN LOOKING AT HIM !!!! It doesn't matter. We don't even get full access to Jayce here! What's at the center of this shot is the barricade that Jayce has ordered!!! This makes the apology, and "I've had a lot on my plate" purposefully look ridiculous in the context of the Narrative here! It's not enough!

Viktor is DYING. And jayce is standing here all prim and proper, with the Talis symbol very visible in that fuckass suit, saying he's had a lot on his plate. We're very clearly not supposed to look at this and go awww! baby boy <3. If this apology was a meaningful moment for either of them that changed either of their minds - it would not be framed like thisssss. These words are empty in the context of it all. Jayce may be genuinely sorry, but he's accidentally revealed way too much about how he views Viktor's people. Even if he didn't mean to. Even if he didn't realize how deeply his biases ran.

And then we have Viktor lying. Viktor knowing he has to go about this alone. And this is the shot. This is the moment of fracture. Viktor looking back at him in disgust with Jayce's barricade in the background. HES ALONE!! JAYCE HAS FAILED HIM !!! This is so critical in understanding Viktor's entire everything moving forward, and it's so so critical for Jayce as well.

People talk a lot about that moment where jayce has his hand on Viktor's lower back because yaoi but that screencap is so hard to get because that moment is almost immediately interrupted by a protestor from zaun throwing a Molotov cocktail in their direction! And the touch, that reluctant familiarity, despite the conflict, gets broken.

Something that I think gets overlooked is Jayce's face after the (Molotov?) gets thrown by a protestor. ITS ANOTHER LOW ANGLE LIKE!!! Once again. Highlighting the power he has here.

We see Jayce in season 1 act 1 really highlighted with a lot of high angles. A lot of doe-eyed wonder. He looks young. Sweet. This is not the same jayce and it is very very clear in the way he is shot. This is the point !!!!!.

There are a lot of scenes i see misinterpreted but this is the big one. And its one of my favorite scenes. Because he's so wrong here! And he doesn't really fully grasp how much so yet.

I love jayce. I love my complex man. Because here's the thing. He needed this low to reach the character highs he does later. Jayce being as loving and determined to make things right as he is in season 2 wouldn't be nearly as compelling or tragic or exciting were he not like this in season 1. It's brutal to watch him get punished by the narrative! But it's also narratively satisfying!

Anyways anon i agree wholeheartedly sorry i made it into a whole thing.

[sissylittlefeather]

Daddy Loves His Baby

A/N: I was feeling some type of way earlier and I just wrote this half as a comfort to myself and half because people keep reading Daddy Likes His Football. So this is yet another part, but this one is a little... sweeter?

Here is part 1, and here is part 2.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: ~1.3k

“Honey, what’re you doin’ in here?” Elvis cracks the door and peeks into the room you share. It's dark despite the sunset outside and as his eyes adjust, he sees the lump that must be you in the bed. “Are you asleep?”

“No.” You sigh deeply and roll over onto your side, trying to hide the fact that you were crying.

“You been up here all day?” You close your eyes and cringe internally. You have, in fact, been in this bed all day long and he's just now noticing. He's busy, you know that, and you're being a little overdramatic, but it still hurts. Especially in your current state of mind.

“Yeah.” It’s barely audible, so he walks further into the room, looking down at you in the bed. You have these moods sometimes, and hell, so does he, but this seems to be worse than normal. He stands and stares at you, trying to decide just how firm he wants to be with you. You're an angel when he gets like this, but quite frankly, he's a little annoyed. He buys you everything you could ever want, gives you whatever you need, and is only ever a little grumpy about it.

“What's the problem?” It comes out a little harsher than he intends and you flinch.

“I dunno, Elvis. I'm just… sad.” He wants to roll his eyes so badly, but he holds back.

“Honey, you have no reason to be–”

“I know that!” You snap at him for the first time ever and it completely catches him off guard. “But you don't either and I put up with your bullshit moods all the time!”

You have no idea where this anger is coming from. Elvis is the love of your life and taking care of him is your joy, even when he's down. But right now you just want to be left alone to wallow in self-pity.

He purses his lips and shakes his head. A sad mood is one thing, but you need to remember who you belong to.

“Enough.” In two strides, he's next to you, yanking the covers off of you unceremoniously.

“Elvis!” You holler, but he ignores you, picking up your body easily and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Ya been in bed long enough. No more feelin’ sorry for yourself.” He carries you to the bathroom as you kick and yell and pound on his back with your tiny ineffectual fists. You gasp as he plops you on the lid of the toilet and then walks to the shower to start it up.

“What are you doing?! I don't wanna shower!” He continues to ignore you, checking the temperature and coming back over to you to undress you. You protest verbally, but let him strip you naked.

“You always feel better when you're wet, one way or another.” He's not wrong. There are two things that'll cheer you up without fail: sex and water. Maybe it's the Pisces in you. And you don't seem to be too eager to fuck him, so he decides a shower is the next best thing. You scoff and harumph as he moves you under the water.

“This isn't helping.” You sound like a petulant child now and he does roll his eyes this time.

“Shut up and wait for daddy.” He starts to pull his clothes off as you stand in the shower pouting. Eventually, you feel him move in behind you and sigh despite yourself. The water does feel really good and knowing he's naked behind you is just enough of a distraction from your mood. You turn to face him and lean your head back into the stream of water, moaning softly. He suppresses a smile at how quickly you seem to be coming back to life. It comforts him to know that he knows you this well. His relationships are never easy, but with you it feels like it's worth whatever he has to put up with. You drive him crazy in the best way possible and he loves you more than he's ever loved anyone before. He puts his hands on your hips and moves closer to you, pressing his lips to your neck. “You like this?”

You're quiet for a bit, just enjoying the sensation of his hands and mouth on you, but eventually you sigh and whisper, “yeah.”

He puts your arms on his shoulders and presses his body against you. Thinking about how much you mean to him has his cock hard where it pushes against you.

“You want daddy to make it all better?” You nod, your bad mood completely forgotten as your center radiates heat on his leg. “Good girl.”

He turns and presses your back up against the shower wall, dropping to his knees in front of you. You moan loudly and your eyes roll back as he shoves his tongue into your pussy. Usually it's you on your knees, so this is a welcome change.

“Fuck, daddy…” Your hand goes to the front of his hair as he eats you like a man starved. His tongue swirls your clit and then he sucks on it lightly, determined to make you cum as quickly as possible. He slides his long middle finger up inside you, curling it against your g-spot as he licks you. You feel your orgasm approaching you and your legs tremble with anticipation. He feels your walls start to flutter and grumbles into you.

“Cum for daddy, baby.” You listen to him and moan again as your climax washes over you, pounding in your veins and lighting you up like a firecracker. He groans as he feels you pulse around his finger and then pulls back, standing up. You lean against the wall, shaking and panting as he lifts one of your legs and bends his knees to line his cock up with your entrance. “Be a good girl and let daddy fuck you until he fills up this sweet little pussy.”

“Yes, daddy…” You whimper as he pushes inside you, grunting. He holds the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your lips as he picks up a steady pace, fucking into you faster and harder as the shower water mixes with the sweat on both of your bodies.

“Whose baby are you?” He growls, his cock sliding in and out of you.

“Yours, daddy.” You moan, reveling in the power with which he slams into you.

“And does daddy love his baby?” He doesn't give you a chance to answer, pressing his lips to yours and pushing his tongue into your mouth. When he finally does pull back, he puts his forehead on yours, thrusting deeper into you. “Does he?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“And daddy will always take care of her and make her happy?” You nod furiously and he moans. “Fuck. Daddy loves you, baby.”

He closes his eyes and fills you one last time, trembling as he shoots you full of cum and you lose control, another release vibrating in between your hips. You slump against him and he holds you steady, kissing your forehead gently. The steam curls around you and for a while there is nothing but the sound of your breathing as your heart rate normalizes.

“I love you too.” You murmur against his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair and kisses your temple. It's amazing how safe and at-ease you feel now, considering your mood from earlier. But that's just the effect he has on you, that you have on each other. He is your home, your peace. You love to tease him, but you'd never want to be without him. He reaches around you and converts the shower to a bath, laying down with you in his arms.

“You feel better?” He holds you, stroking your arm gently. You can be a real brat sometimes, but when it comes down to it, he wouldn't trade you for anything.

“Yeah. Thank you.” You sigh again and settle against him, snuggling into the hair on his chest.

He kisses the top of your head and smiles softly. “Any time, baby. Any time.”

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The End

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[bradshawshawaiianshirt]

the bodyguard | prologue

bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x famous!reader AU

After joining Maverick's security team once he left the navy, Rooster had become the best bodyguard around. He never thought too hard about it, he'd go in, protect whoever he was assigned, and leave. The threat against his client never really went anywhere if he was on the job, and he always put it first. All until your assignment came along. Suddenly his biggest threat might not be the stalker watching your every move, but rather trying not to fall for the world's biggest pop star.

warnings: adult language, drinking, threats, stalker? idk let me know if i've missed something

length: 340

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Iceman sat wearily in his office, his eyes darted between the phone, and the letter on his desk.

Mine.

The word seemed to repeat in the letter over and over. If it were up to him, he'd light the thing on fire, but of course it was now needed as evidence, according to the police.

The words of your father ran through his head.

I don't care how you handle it Ice, just keep her performing, and get that damn album released. Soon.

He let out a tired groan, and before he could think too much of it, picked up the phone, hoping the number hadn't changed.

"Hello?"

Iceman let out a sigh of relief, "Mav. Thank god."

"Iceman?" he could hear the smirk in Maverick's voice, "Well I'll be damned. It's been a while. How's LA treating you?"

"Just great." Iceman groaned, "Look, I need your help, a big favour."

He heard Maverick chuckle, "You're asking for my help? This must be serious."

Iceman sighed, "It is. I need one of your guys. I'm not sure for how long, all I know is.." he paused, his voice hardening, "I need the best you've got."

"Are you okay? What-"

"I'll explain everything in a sec." Iceman interrupted, "Just.. I need someone I can trust, Mav."

There was a beat of silence, before Maverick sighed, "Rooster. I'll call him into my office, tell him he's got a new assignment."

"Thank you." Iceman said, "I'm grateful, really."

"I know you are." Maverick chuckled a little, "I assume you're not the one needing a bodyguard?"

Iceman glanced back down at the letter on his desk.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

You're father's words.

Get that damn album released.

"No." he eventually forced out.

Maverick sighed, "Rooster isn't gonna like this one bit. The kid's not exactly accustomed to the celebrity lifestyle, I gotta warn you."

"That's fine." Iceman grunted, "Once I tell you why she needs a bodyguard, you'll understand."

Maverick paused, hearing the shake in his old friend's voice. "Im listening."

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A/N: chapter 1 coming soon! prepare for enemies to lovers vibes with this one :))

[jscrawls]

Widows rest

My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, mentions of weapons, physical harm, blood, poor writing, possible ooc,

Part 12: red ledger

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The cylinder comes off with a metallic click as you yank on it, the springs and firing mechanism quickly following suit as you disassemble the gun on the table. His watchful eyes never leaving your form.

You're meticulous as you take the springs and mechanisms further apart and quickly wipe them down, your hands shake just the tiniest bit, a small tremor. But he reacts to it.

“Stop.” You pause and look up, waiting for instruction. His gaze bores into you as he stands from the chair and steps around the small wooden table to stand beside you, his metal arm brushing against your shoulder as he peers down at your work.

“You'll bend the firing pin with unsteady hands like that, do you want your gun to turn to shrapnel in your hand?” his words are spoken plainly as he picks up the disassembled pieces, as if asking you your opinion on the food. looking everything over carefully before setting it back down on the table in front of you.

“No, sir.” You don't take your eyes off the pieces of metal as you speak, you've been at this for five hours and thirty two minutes according to the rusted clock on the wall, test after test, physical combat in the snow where you took multiple beatings, switching languages as fast as the soldier does while taking apart every single weapon in the room and putting it back together just as fast. The bombs are next, you need to remain steady.

“Well that's what you'll do, on the field you'll blow your fingers off, maybe even more depending on the weapon. Do you enjoy the thought of rendering yourself useless?” his tone is just as steady, a deep, calm baritone without an accent like yours. You don't take your eyes off the pieces of the gun.

“No, sir.” You repeat, because what else can you do when the winter soldier is speaking.

He turns the firing mechanism over one more time before speaking. “Continue then.” He steps away to sit back in his chair, his metal arm resting on the small table with a protestant creak of the wood.

Wordlessly you resume, the firing mechanism sliding into place with a click. The spring follows and then the start to slide the cylinder back on, it catches the mechanism and jumps out of your hand as it slides back into place, the metal catches on the flesh of the hand holding the handle and tears, blood drips from the thin skin between your thumb and pointer finger into the handle while you bite your cheek to avoid reacting. The metallic Tang of blood coats your tongue just as you get a whiff of it as well, you don't have to look to know he's watching every drop coat the steel.

“Stop.” he sighs and takes the gun out of your hands and turns it over, flecks of your blood paint his fingers as he sets it down on the table again. You focus on the red so you don't have to face his expression, it's a more intimate color to you than anything else could ever be.

“you're done for today.” You don't visibly react to his words, though you do try to power through. “the test isn't over, they would never bench me until the job is-” “you're done when I say you're done, you're mine for today and I'm telling you to stop.” His voice takes on a firmness that's usually reserved for new trainees, someone that's still disobedient, in their own head, mentally weak.

You bite harder on your cheek, eyes locked on the red as your hand clenches, the pain and the cold drip of blood down your palm grounding you.

“Yes sir, I'm done.” red flecks land on the old table as you unclench your fist, staining it near black as you look up and meet his gaze.

For a heartbeat the soldier just stares you down, looking for a hint of argument or stubbornness in your eyes. When he sees none he leans back in his chair with some finality, pleased with your behavior.

“…good. Now go take care of your wound, this isn't the place to get a blood infection.” He gestures around the small wooden room, the winter chill of Moscow seeping in even with the wood stove going across the room.

When you stand to retrieve the medical kit he catches your arm. “Widow, you'll kill yourself if you make mistakes like this. Do better.”

You stare down at his metal hand, your blood dripping down and painting it saccharine as he looks up at you with seeking eyes. You wonder how many widows he's said that to, did he ever think of them after they died. Part of you hopes so, your chest feels strangely tight at the thought that he hasn't.

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You wake up with a groan when the sun hits your eyelids for too long, blinking slowly before you roll over and shove a pillow over your head, But now you're wide awake. your temple throbs when you eventually try to sit up against the headboard and look around, the rooms still plain as the night you slept in here. Plain walls and dark bedspread like the other guest rooms, the only things of ‘yours’ are the clothes you've taken out of Bruce's room when he's not around and the phone.

You stare down at your hands as you try to will away the building headache, no scars Mar this skin. No matter how hard you pretend, this isn't you. You're just the monster wearing their face.

sweat gathers on your forehead as you lean forward, you’re currently on the floor of your new room doing stretches and shoulder lifts. it’s honestly pretty pathetic how tired you are after a few moment’s of exercise, you have to keep telling yourself that this body just woke up from a coma, this body doesn’t seem to be used to strain, this body isn’t even enhanced.

with a sigh you stretch forward again and grab your calves, holding yourself just at the point of strain as you breathe through the stretch. you’re determined to build yourself up to something useful, this world is clearly dangerous and you’re sick of being at such steep disadvantage.

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things are slightly tense in the kitchen tonight, after getting cleaned up you wandered around the manor until the butler called you for dinner. turns out the food wasn’t done yet so now you’re leaning against the counter watching him cook, it’s definitely awkward with how quiet it is. he’s definitely trying to psyche you out for whatever reason, it’s a game of chicken once again, who’s gonna misstep first.

“you’re very good at this, where did you learn to cook.” you ask politely as you loosely cross your arms, your muscles still burn simply from moving but you power through it, aching is your normal anyways.

“my father, jarvis pennyworth. he worked for the wayne’s for a great deal of his life before he passed, god rest his soul.” he responds without looking up from his sauteing, though you can tell he’s keeping an eye on you in his peripheral vision.

“oh, my condolences, may your father rest in peace.” you glance away, lowering your head as you feign awkwardness after his reply.

“thank you.” the older man’s words are curt, he glances at you again. he’s definitely testing something here while you’re alone in the manor with him.

you glance over at him while rubbing your wrist, making yourself look uncomfortable before you speak again. “…how did you and i meet? i don’t even remember who i was before all….this.” he finally looks at you, looking you up and down with a small grimace before replying. “you and master bruce had been seeing each other for quite a while before we ever saw each other, he invited you to the manor while we were all celebrating his birthday…it was quite a lovely evening.” he sighs, his shoulders sagging slightly as he turns back towards the stove.

your brow furrows for a brief second, that doesn’t quite fit your image of bruce wayne. “…he’s a slow dater, i take it?” “master bruce is a very private man when it suits him, you were together for years before you were ever on camera together.”

that sounds��.strange to you, you wonder if he’s exaggerating. then again bruce is clearly hiding an affair partner so maybe he’s more talented at keeping secrets than you think.

“…so what changed? marriage and suddenly i’m in the limelight?” were you a gold digger here? any info you could possibly use you’ll take.

alfred turns the stove off and starts to carefully plate everything on a few dishes, not looking away as he replies. “some things can’t be so easily avoided in this city, master bruce tried to keep you out of certain parts of his life for as long as possible, but fate has a strange way of playing us all.” his words are cryptic, it’s frustrating but you’re getting used to the butler ticking you off. so far he’s still more tolerable than stark.

“and what does he have to keep me out of?” Just when you think you're getting somewhere with him, the butler clams up, going quiet at your question. He looks away as his weight shifts foot to foot just slightly, an obvious tell in your eyes.

“…I suppose you'll have to ask your husband that and find out yourself.” he finishes plating the dishes and starts putting them on trays.

You want to roll your eyes, he just ‘go ask your mom’ed you. “I guess I will.” It's quiet in the kitchen for a heartbeat before you speak again. “…do you know how I met Bruce?”

Alfred looks at you again, for a moment you wonder if he's gonna tell you to redirect all your questions to the other man from now on.

“…if memory serves me right, I believe you met at a college.”

You raise an eyebrow at his answer, of course you'd done a wiki search on Bruce Wayne and knew he attended medical school for a bit, but apparently he'd never graduated. That's kinda boring if that's where you connected.

“Oh yeah?” You prompt for further detail, which the butler gives while carrying the food tray towards the dining room. “Yes, he decided to sit in on a lecture where you were the professors assistant, he was apparently quite taken with the chalk dust covered suit or something because here you are now.”

His words almost sound biting but his tone is…. Reminiscent, he probably misses the real Wayne. You stare down at the white tablecloth as you take a seat, noticing the red embroidering the edges like blood spatter.

“….Yeah, here I am now.”

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A/n: don't kill me bucky lovers! I love him I swear! LOL i realized I'd forgotten some of readers flashbacks for their widow life so here we are 😁

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[wanderingwolfwitcher]

"Don't need to read minds to know a lie when I hear one. Especially one from you. Used to be better at it... getting soft in your old age, red. Suit yourself. True enough, let's get on with it. Cult won't kill itself... besides a probable mass blood sacrificial ritual to wake their titanic mind breaking octopus-dragon-man looking 'Great Old One', of course. Let's get there before they do, not let them rob us of the fun."

Eskel's low, grimly amused voice returned to the crimson haired Sorceress, viper eyes still studying her closely, but not pressing her on the matter, helping lead her through the streets and on down the docks, as well as guiding Scorpion by the reins. The rain picked up around them as they spotted and reached the sizable ship, the Scylla appearing quite grim and foreboding yet befitting of the turn in the weather... the dark business that had brought them here. Crossing the creaking gangplank, getting aboard as the working sailors watched them all the while, they took the time to put Scorpion in the stables on the bottom of the ship before returning topside. As soon as they did, Sabrina drew him along and went at once for the Captain's cabin, predictably taking it over for herself, paying the less than enthused man and shutting herself away inside, locking the door, and leaving the Witcher to contend with the not exactly happy looking Skelligan whalers... looking of half a mind to try making him walk the plank. Regardless of the amount of coins she had handed over. A decades old tale, having to clean up the messes she left behind for the rest of the world. Thinking fast, he decided to distract and defuse their evident misgivings and likely reconsideration of the arrangement the best way possible... with some humor, charisma and repurposed truth. Shrugging his silver spike covered shoulders and addressing them all with a grimace.

"Don't look at me, gentlemen. She's always been like that. I know women are considered bad luck on a ship, but you only have to put up with her for the length of a boat ride. Consider yourselves lucky... destiny has had me dealing with that on and off since 1232. You older married men know what I'm talking about. Least you're getting paid for it. Maybe we'll be lucky and she'll sleep for most of the voyage. Or she'll drop the magically enhanced appearance and makeup and scare off any attacking Harpies and Sirens, free of charge. Her hair used to be black you know... even had the pointy witch's nose and everything."

The Witcher's marred visage smirked at the sudden, riotous laughter it managed to draw from the Captain and crew... men to the core, who had put up with their fair of ornery island women. On that note, the matter defused, they continued to set off about their tasks around the ship, preparing it for departure. He went down to the hold to check on Scorpion in his stall, patting the horse of destiny, feeding him some oats, then heading back topside in time to watch the ship casting off from Kaer Trolde Harbor. He found a good spot overlooking most of the rain soaked ship, watching them raise the anchors and head out to sea, but mostly kept his heightened senses focused on the crew, for any signs of cult behavior or treachery. He had little doubt she could handle herself if any tried to attack her in the cabin... but even so, he kept an eye out. Would visit her later, or she could join him up on deck. Even if they were cultists, it was likely they would want to deliver them to Darkwater Island, thinking they could use them as sacrifices. They would be in for a hell of a surprise if the attempt was made on a Witcher and Sorceress. He took out his bottle of Mahakaman Spirit and White Gull, taking a swig of it... not the only one aboard the ship already drinking as they headed out into the ocean, the Skellige Islands gradually growing more distant. He kept his eyes pealed, not just on the crew, but any sign of sea monsters... it had been awhile since he fought any, but his memories returned of other boat trips during his time at Skellige over the years.

@fallesto

Sabrina took a moment to compose herself, willing the pain to recede. She took a deep, calming breath, feeling the coolness of the night air fill her lungs. She knew she couldn't hide her distress from Eskel forever, but for now, she had to push through it. "Just a... headache." She lied, her voice wavering slightly.

"We need to move quickly, though. The cult isn't going to wait for us to make our move." She would lean into him for the moment. As she held onto his arm to steady herself as she walked. They moved through the damp streets, the rain picking up and plastering their clothes to their skin. The scent of salt and fish grew stronger as they approached the docks. The ships creaked and groaned with the tide, and the distant calls of sailors could be heard above the steady patter of raindrops. It was a familiar symphony to Eskel, one that had lulled him to sleep many times, but tonight it sounded ominous, almost foreboding.

Sabrina took deep breaths, trying to ignore the throbbing in her skull. She focused on her mind to ease the numbing pain that was there. She had to keep going, for the fate of the world rested on her shoulders. The book was a burden she had never wanted, but it was one she had accepted, and now she had to see it through to the end. She knew Eskel was right, would she admit it, never. But she would need to destroy it, there are many awful things she has done, but she never wished to unleash mass chaos into the land.

Finally, they reached the docks and spotted the Scylla, its wooden frame looming large against the backdrop of the night. The rain had picked up into a steady downpour, making the planks slick beneath their boots. They approached the gangplank, as she looked at the ship, this is what was meant to get them there, so be it, it would have to do, as she took note of Eskel concerns for the crew, but they would be paid and if they tried anything, she would kill them before they even had the chance to do anything to them.

Without hesitation, Sabrina stepped onto the swaying plank and made her way onto the ship, pulling Eskel behind her. She marched straight to the cabin door and pushed it open, not bothering to wait for an invitation as she left Eskel outside to deal with them all. The captain stared at her, surprise flitting across his weathered face before quickly being replaced by annoyance. "What do you think you're doing lass?" He demanded, wiping rain from his eyes.

"I'm taking your cabin." Sabrina said firmly, her voice steady despite the pain. She held up the coin pouch. "We're paying well for the passage, and I need somewhere private to work." The captain's gaze dropped to the pouch, and his scowl softened slightly. As she dropped the coin pouch onto the floor with a thud, taking the captains cabin for herself as she closed the door, locked it and quickly went to the bed to lay down.

[ranhaitanisbitch]

movie night with mammon

-mammon x gn!reader

cw: just sweet

synopsis: mammon invited you over for a movie marathon

a/n: hope you like it! i feel like i should make a part two of this. i'm open to suggestions, requests for other one-shots and constructive criticism. don't hesitate to reach out ^_^

word count: about 900

Mammon doesn't remember the last time his room had looked this clean. He had spent the whole afternoon picking up clothes from the floor, sorting stuff, cleaning the floor and doing stuff he had never done before. Absurd stuff like wiping the back of his bed's headboard. He knows nobody cares about the back of his headboard, but somehow he has the urge to have everything in perfect condition. After all you are coming over. Maybe he was doing too much, but he wants to impress you. Yesterday Mammon found out you had never seen a single Harrison Porter movie in your life, so of course, being the fan he was, he invited you over to a Harrison Porter movie marathon. He was excited to say the least. It's not like you had never been to his room before, but this felt more like a date than a casual movie night.

Wait- did you think of this as a date too? Or was this really just a movie night between friends for you? Of course Mammon didn't actually call it a date when he had invited you over. If he remembers correctly he said something along the lines of, "Of course a mere human wouldn't know about  stuff like that. Let the great Mammon show ya some good stuff". You had rolled your eyes at that, but you had agreed. 

Mammon takes a last look around his room and suddenly feels a nervous feeling taking over. What if you actually did see this as a normal hangout between friends and thought the cleanliness of his room was suspicious... Mammon usually never cleans his room to this extent and you know that. He opens his laundry basket and throws a singular dirty sock in the middle of the room. There, casual atmosphere restored. Now that this problem is taken care of, all he has to do is wait for you. 

There's an anxious tingle in Mammon's chest when he hears a soft knock on his bedroom door. "Come in!", he shouts and wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans. As he hears your feet shuffle along the floor he turns around to face you and immediately regrets it. You're already wearing your pajamas which consist of only a tanktop and some shorts. The demon blushes and turns around again hoping you haven't noticed the red color that is now tinting his cheeks. “I brought some snacks”, you smile and sit down on the couch right next to Mammon. “Yeah, yeah… put ‘em on the table”, the demon tries to appear as nonchalant as possible, which seems to be impossible with you so close to him. Your legs aren’t even touching, but he can still feel the heat coming from your thigh next to his and he has to resist the urge to reach out and feel some more of your body heat. He decides to start the movie instead. 

A few minutes into the movie you try to get more comfortable on the couch and shift around. You end up half laying half sitting leaning on Mammon’s shoulder. What you don’t seem to notice is his breathing becoming slightly uneven while he tries to hide the fact that he is getting excited. “Damn clingy human”, is all he mutters as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into him even more.

By the third movie the demon notices you getting tired when your eyelids keep falling shut. You desperately try to keep them open and pay attention since you know how much Mammon loves those movies, but the more you try to fight it the sleepier you get. You’re so focused on pleasing Mammon that you don’t even notice that he hasn’t been paying attention to the movie himself. Not one second. The only thing that occupies his mind is you, how good your body feels pressed to his and how cute you look as you try not to fall asleep. The whole duration of the three movies he sneaked secret glances at you and admired your reactions to the scenes instead of watching them himself. He gently nudges you, “hey… it’s time to go to bed.” You whine. “But we haven’t even finished the third movie yet.” Mammon chuckles at your sleepy whines. “It’s okay. We can watch it another time.” That means you two will have some more movie nights, Mammon thinks with a giddy smile. “You should really head to bed now. You can barely keep your eyes open.” You groan in annoyance, but get up anyway. The demon already expects you to head to the door when you suddenly plop down on his bed. Even though he had wished for you to stay, he expected you to head back to your room after the movie marathon since it was only down the hall. Now he thanks whoever had heard his prayer and granted him his wish. “Mammooon! I’m cold”, you whine and pull him down on the bed with you. He smiles and lets you cling to his torso like a sloth. After a few minutes your breathing becomes more even and Mammon is sure you’ve fallen asleep. He kisses the top of your head gently, “good night, human.”

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

14 landoscar!

14 from this prompt list: "I'm not going to hurt you"

PLEASE appreciate some made-up zombieverse that uh....might become SOMETHING when I decide I have the time or energy. Lemme know if you like it or whatever....

Lando’s picking his way through the abandoned hospital when he hears something. The low murmur of voices, the scuff of feet. He’s not sure if they’re on the same floor, or one lower, but his hand tightens around the handle of his gun, as he ducks into an empty room, hiding behind the open door, and trying to steady his breathing. 

He feels the fear, it’s heady, and he’s dizzy with it, adrenaline sweeping through him, hand shaky. It’s been a long time since he’s run into anyone other than raiders and the fucking zombies. But these don’t feel like raiders. There’s a rhythm to the way they walk, almost military. There are three of them, at least. Three separate voices he can pick out, past the heartbeat he can hear rushing in his ears. 

He hates it, the fear and uncertainty he feels, as he tucks himself further back, trying to make himself smaller. 

He’d just been looking for a place to stay, safe enough at least, to crash for a couple nights, where he could barricade himself in from any possible threats. He’s been on the road for so long, and it’s exhausting. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s slept for more than two to three hours. It was probably months ago, when he was in a shelter areas, before they’d gotten infected, and then he’d had to run all over again. 

It’s been lonely, if he’s being honest. But he’s never really been able to trust anyone. Not truly. Everything changed after the outbreak, and it was easy for friends to become enemies. For him to realize that it was almost impossible to trust anyone ever. And then Max had disappeared, and that was arguably the worst part of it all. 

It’s truly not the time for him to wallow in misery, to get stuck in memories of the past. Doesn’t want to think about the time he went to bed with his best friend lying beside him, and woke up to his best friend gone. 

He sucks in a deep breath to steady trembling hands, flexes them around the gun before he relaxes again, pushing himself back to his feet. Wonders if he can move quietly enough to sneak out of the hospital, or at least to the next floor before they catch on to the fact that he’s there. But he knows that even if he gets out, there’s a chance that they’ll be able to catch him anyway. He’s on foot, and oftentimes when he sees raiders, they’re either on horseback, or in cars that they’ve managed to cobble together, make work with expired fuel and a dream. 

But he can’t afford to let paranoia creep in. There’s a chance that if they do have cars, he could make his own getaway. Despite lack of access, he’s fairly certain driving a car would be like driving a bike, and it would at least give him time to put in some distance, until he can find the next safe city, or somewhere safe for him to linger. Untouched miles of forests, maybe. He thinks that if he tried, with the right supplies, he could live in the silence for a while. 

As much as he misses the contact of other humans. 

Lando pokes his head around the door frame, looks both ways, holds his breath for a second as he listens. They’re still far enough down the hallway that he thinks he can get out without alerting them. Just has to move slowly, quietly. He’s learned to walk quietly in the beat-up hiking boots that have carried him hundreds of miles. 

It’s easy, at first, knows he’s hidden under the dim lighting in dark clothes, keeps to the shadows and moves quietly. But he’s not watching his feet when he glances behind himself, to make sure the group hasn’t materialized, and he trips over something. The sound of metal clanging is loud, echoing in the silence of the space, and he curses under his breath as he manages – barely – to keep his balance. 

“Fuck was that?” one of the people asks, much closer than Lando expected them to be, so he slaps a hand over his mouth, ducks into the nearest doorway and presses himself flush to the wall. His fingers tightening around the handle of his gun all over again, thumb hovering over the safety. 

“I’ll check it,” it’s one of the other people, voice lightly accented, and he sounds almost inconvenienced. Lando wills him to go away, to leave him alone so he can make his escape. 

“Careful, Piastri. Hamilton says we’re not supposed to split up,” the other response is dry, humourless, and Lando hears a scoff. “Don’t worry. Think I’ll be okay,” is the response, layered with sarcasm. And then Lando hears footsteps approaching. 

His breath catches in his chest, terror rippling through him as he works to hold it, to keep himself still, quiet. Like he’s had to do far too many times before this. He tries to keep his hands steady, but knows that if he has to take a shot, he’ll probably miss. 

It’s been getting harder and harder for him to keep his hands stable. It’s been getting harder for him to stay like this, heart beating out of his chest, and not let himself slip into flashbacks. So he bites the inside of his cheek, sharp teeth sinking in, to keep himself present. 

“Clear,” the guy’s voice is closer, footsteps echoing, as he gets closer. Lando’s fairly certain that if he poked his head out of the doorway, he’d get an eyeful of whoever’s there. 

“This one’s clear too,” His voice is loud. Overpowering the frantic beat of Lando’s heart in his chest. And then the footsteps stop, just outside of the doorway that he’s hiding in. His eyes dart around the room, looking for somewhere, anywhere to hide. Is about to sprint for the hospital bed, to see if he can squirm his way under it. But as soon as he goes to move, he hears the click of a gun safety, and he whirls, his own gun held in ever-shaking hands. 

“Found ‘em,” 

The man standing in front of him is gorgeous, despite the fact that he’s got a streak of grime and dust across his cheek. His brown eyes are bright, narrowed on him, lips pressed into a thin line. Light brown hair swoops across his forehead, and Lando has to swallow around the desire he has to reach out and brush it back with his fingers. Wonders if it would feel soft under his touch. 

Bloody hell, he’s been alone for far too long. 

“I’ll fucking shoot,” his voice is hoarse with disuse, and he watches as the other guy’s lips twitch up in a smile, gaze darting between Lando’s shaky hands, and back to his eyes. Lando knows that he looks panicked, and wonders if it’s enough for this guy to take him seriously. “Sure,” the guy says, tucks his gun back into the hip holster, suspends his hands in the air, like Lando’s a fucking cop. 

“You okay, Piastri,” the other voices sound closer than he’s expecting, and Lando jolts, heart rabbiting in his chest. 

“Yeah, fine. Stay out there for a sec, yeah? Reckon I’ll be just fine,” Piastri’s voice is an easy drawl, and Lando wishes that he could be so unbothered, so relaxed, in the middle of a fucking zombie apocalypse. 

“‘M not going to hurt you, yeah?” Piastri says to him, his voice low and gentle, like he’s trying to talk down a feral dog, and Lando sucks in a deep breath, chest rising and falling. His fight or flight’s still triggered, but Oscar’s still all slow movements, as he reaches one hand out. “You can give me that, okay? Don’t think you’re okay to have a gun right now, mate,” but Lando twitches backwards from the outstretched hand instinctively. 

“We’ve got shelter, food, yeah? We’re out on a supply run. If you’re not infected, you can come back with us. At least give you a place to rest your head for a few days?” Piastri’s voice is so gentle, and Lando can feel the prickle of tears beading along his lower lashes. “Let me take care of you, yeah?” 

And Lando nods, hands going limp at his sides as Piastri reaches out for him, wraps gentle fingers around Lando’s wrist, tugs the gun free and removes the cartridge. “You’re going to be okay,”

[letmereedusyou]

i'm not yours - part 10

summary: Daryl and you are friends. He dated Leah. You told him you loved him and things fell apart, but you returned to being friends, right?

Aaron is throwing a birthday party in the mess hall, and Daryl asks Y/N to go for a supply run with her. The party is going great until certain someone decides to ruin it.

words: 3.5k

warnings: allusions to sexual activities, swearing

A/N: Hello, muffins! I've had a week of an absolute writer's block! I honestly could not write a singular sentence without hating it! 😫 But here I am, with the next part! Enjoy!

Read previous part: part 9

"Aaron, what the hell is all this?" you ask, stepping into the mess hall for breakfast the next day.

After the conversation last night, you spent most of the evening trying to convince Daryl that you are well enough to get out of the house and start living your normal life again. You showed him the bruises and even took a few deeper breaths to prove a point. He reluctantly agreed, even though his face said, "no way in hell, you're not ready". Reminding him about your resilience and perseverance, you ruffled his hair a little, which made him grumble and scoff, but his smirk told you he secretly enjoyed that.

Stepping closer to the boxes on the table, you looked inside and saw a lot of different decorations. There were shiny, silvery and gold chains that looked like Christmas tree decor, some colourful balloons and even some crazy string. You smile seeing everything and then look up to Aaron who stepped closer to you.

"It's for my birthday party tonight," he explained quickly and grinned ear to ear.

"Your birthday is today?" your eyebrows shoot up. You don't even remember when was the last time you celebrated your birthday. Mostly because it’s hard to track days and years without a proper calendar.

"Well, somewhere this time of the year. And here," he says, and picks up a folded card from the table and hands it to you. It was a handwritten invitation, beautiful cursive letters on the white, sturdy piece of card.

"Thanks," you smile, touching the letters. "This is amazing."

"I've got Eric to thank for that," he chuckled.

You nod understandingly. Eric was a teacher in the past life, so maybe he picked up the cursive writing from that? Although, all the teachers at your school had a terrible writing. Perhaps, it was a hobby, or he learnt it so he can create stunning Valentine's cards for Aaron. The thought made you smile — the thought of someone loving another person so much they pick up a new hobby or a skill to make them happier was quite endearing.

"Looking forward to it," you say to Aaron, patting his shoulder lightly and swinging the card in front of you.

You go to get some food from the buffet counter and then sit down at one of the tables that weren’t cluttered with boxes. You eat it quickly, so you don't get in a way of Aaron decorating, even though there were multiple people all over the place, taking their sweet time. Somehow, though, he was weaving through the crowd and making it work. Impressive. 

Your tray hits the pile of dirty ones in the corner, and then you walk out, taking a walk to the lake.

The day was cloudy and cold, so you wrap your jacket around you a little tighter, standing on the edge of the water, looking at the reflections of the sky slowly moving. Bugs and frogs around it, creating ripples in the water, distorting the image. It was kind of peaceful and quiet. The mornings in Alexandria were your favourite. Most people were still sleeping, only a few were rushing around to change the shifts on lookout tower or going on supply runs. From where you were standing, you could see Deanna already working in the garden, picking off weeds from the ground.

You stay around for a little while, just enjoying the peace, before a hand was placed on your shoulder. It made you jump and turn around quickly, your hands curling into fists at your sides. You were faced with Daryl. He quickly removed his hand and put it up in a defensive pose.

"Coming in peace," he says and puts hands down to his sides. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry. I guess I have PTSD now," you huff a laugh and cross your arms on your chest. It was only a half joke. You knew that it was true - your mind turned into a fight or flight mode with unexpected touches. "You?"

He nods before speaking. "I have an offer."

"Listening," you say slowly, elongating the whole word. You were curious.

"I need a supply run partner for..."

"Yes. Let's go."

You don't let him finish and already started walking off in the direction of the armoury, when you feel a hand gripping your arm and pulling you backwards. Your body, once again, tenses, even though you know it was just Daryl. You sigh and glance at Daryl, whose brows are furrowed, and he looked like he was fighting the eye roll really hard.

"A few rules first," he says firmly, not letting go of your arm.

"Rules?"

"Rules," his repeated answer was enough to make your eyes squint at him. Your lips pursed. "You gotta follow them, or you're not coming."

"What rules those may be?"

"Well, for starters - you let me do the majority of things. Getting supplies, killing walkers, all of it," he gestures dismissively.

"So, what's the point of me going?" you ask, shifting from one foot to the other. "If you're going to do all the dirty work, what is my role in this?"

"Covering my ass," he says, and finally lets go of your arm. "And company."

"Oh, so you need company now?"

"Yours? Always."

His words made the familiar warmth inside you spread across your chest, but you push the feelings you have for him deep down, so they never get discovered again. You smile gently, thinking about months you weren't able to banter and joke with him. Months that you've spent apart, because of your mouth not connecting with your brain but your heart once in your life. You were beating yourself up for it. You knew if it didn't happen, you'd never lose Daryl. Not only that, but you'd never lost all that time. And you decided that it wasn’t worth it. So you’ll stay as far from those feelings as possible.

“That all the rules?” You ask with your eyebrow up.

"No," he says, shaking his head. "The second rule is - always stay behind me. No matter what."

"Okay," you look him up and down, trying not to smirk too hard at how serious he was about the rules. Was he trying to protect you? Maybe. But what happened to a man that believed you could take care of yourself? "Okay, what else?"

"Do not run off like you used to," he says, pulling on the strap of his crossbow. "I gotta know you're around and safe."

So he is trying to protect you and keep you safe.

It's true. You used to run off during the supply runs all the time. Whenever you saw something worth checking out or heard the walkers roaming nearby, you were off like you were going on an adventure. It definitely felt like it sometimes. Some people described you as a person who gets off on the adrenaline, the excitement of finding things or killing the undead with your machete was always visible on your face, which made perfect sense. You despised being bored, so looking for new things to get you at least a bit excited was your thing.

"That all?"

“Yeah, I think so,” he nods.

„Okay. Deal, but I have one condition, too.”

You say it with a mischievous smile. You knew he was not going to be happy about the condition. Daryl hated parties, especially ones where people were close together in confined spaces of four walls. It was a fucking nightmare for him. Too close, too crowded, too sweaty, too unnecessary. You knew that even mentioning it would make his eyes roll to the back of his head - the idea seemingly the worst.

Even though you knew he might refuse, you still wanted to ask. You secretly wanted him to go with you. The idea of him watching over you, especially since the attack, seemed nice. Something about his gaze on you felt like a warm blanket. His words brought you back to reality.

“What’s that?”

You cleared your throat. “I’ll be a good girl, and follow your rules-," you say slowly. You could see his head tilting slightly to the side, and he crossed his arms on his chest. "-if you go to Aaron’s birthday party with me tonight.”

Just as you thought, the suggestion made his eye roll, and he huffed and groaned unhappily. The idea of attending something he didn't have to was not appealing at all. He stared at you, his hand rubbing his temple like he was trying to find an excuse or reasons not to come. You felt the need to make your own rule, because if he can do it, why can't you, right? His face visibly changed, and his eyes closed for a minute, as if trying to keep cool and collected. After a minute, his eyes open and he shoots you a hard look.

"Seriously?"

"Oh, yeah," you smacked your lips together. You simply could not contain the smile on your face.

Daryl took a deep breath and whistled it out. His head shook slightly in resignation. His lips were invisible with how hard he squeezed them together. Deep hate for crowds comes from his childhood as well. You remember him telling you about getting lost in a mall for hours and crying his eyes out, trying to look for his mama. Turned out his mum was too high to actually give a fuck about leaving her son in a mall. And the security guard was not much of a help either. And somehow, the police didn't care that much. They just dropped him off at home and gave his mum a warning. Wild times, the 1970s.

"Fine," he said finally, and you grinned even wider. "Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face. You creep me out."

You stuck your tongue out at him, and he rolled his eyes, but you could see in his eyes that he wasn't the least bit annoyed at you. He found it amusing how you always challenged him, made him socialise and left no space to argue. It was always the thing he liked about you.

After the entire day on the supply run, you made a plan to meet up with Daryl at the entrance of the mess hall so you could walk in together. They always say that it's better to have company when you attend parties. It's less stressful, and it feels like you can rely on someone. Daryl agreed with a nod.

You decided to wear a dress. It wasn't often you had an opportunity to wear anything like it these days. It's usually cargo pants and plain tops. You took a quick shower and brushed your hair, pulling it onto a low bun, and you put on an above-the-knee, faded green dress. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you knew something was missing — like jewellery or a clutch bag to make it more elegant — but in the zombie world, there is no such luxury. You pulled out a pair of worn-out black heels from your wardrobe, a pair of them never worn or even tried on. You picked them up from a supply run years ago and this is the first time you wore it.

You made your way towards the entrance of the mess hall, and you saw Daryl standing there, illuminated by a soft light coming through ajar doors. He certainly made an effort to at least change his clothes, now wearing a dark blue Henley and black jeans, which you appreciated. His hair was still messy and he was smoking a cigarette. He looked so hot, all you wanted to do was to drop to your knees and…

Noooo, bad thoughts. Bad.

You close your eyes for a second, once again pushing the entire variety of feelings stirring inside of you down. You were not going back there. Not now, that you finally have your best friend back, and your life feels normal again. You smiled at him, approaching, and his eyes seemed to take you in, scan your figure up and down. There was something in his eyes that you did not recognise.

"You clean up well," you say cheerfully.

"So do you," he says, his voice a tiny bit hoarse and unfamiliar. He clears his throat once and looks at the slightly open doors of the mess hall. "Shall we?"

"Yeah."

You both get inside and the soft music and conversations hit your ears. Some people laughing, some people even dancing. You look around at the perfectly decorated mess hall, the ribbons on the ceiling and balloons on the floor, some crazy string falling down the curtains and walls. It wasn't much, but you could definitely tell it was a birthday party. Or any type of party, really. You look to your right, but Daryl was gone, making his way to the makeshift drinks table. The chuckle escaped your mouth. Of course, he needed some liquid courage to be able to stay at this party longer. You decided to leave him be and talk to Aaron to wish him happy birthday, and socialise with a few of other people.

You get your drink delivered by Daryl. You didn’t even have to tell him, and he didn’t ask either. He just knew you well enough to bring you some red wine in a fancy-looking glass (probably taken from one of the fancier mansions Aaron went on a supply run to) and you thanked him quietly. He then walked over to the side of the room and leaned against the wall, taking a sip of his whiskey, his eyes watching you.

He nurses the same glass for the entire party, slowly sipping on it, but the liquid doesn't seem to be draining at all. He stays near you throughout the party. It wasn't an over the shoulder watching, not at all. More like a `making sure you're safe` way which truthfully made you feel a little more at ease.

You spotted Leah at the party an hour ago, and you fought your instincts to go over to her and give her a piece of your mind… Or a piece of your fist, depending on how that conversation would go. But you stayed rooted between a group of people you were talking with. She seemed to be staying away from everyone, including you, but every time you and her locked eyes, her lips curled into an eerie smirk, and only you knew what it meant. She was also staying out of Daryl's way, avoiding him like fire, never coming close to the spot where he leaned against the wall. You weren't sure if Daryl was aware she was here, but chose not to bring any attention about it to him. Instead, you went to grab some more wine.

As the time passed by, you decided to have a break from socialising and rest where Daryl was resting. You turned around, but he wasn't there, your body suddenly tensed up a little before you realise he probably went for a cigarette or to the bathroom. Sipping on the wine, you lean against the wall, and you look around, your eyes immediately fall onto Leah's figure.

She was wearing her usual, head-to-toe black outfit, and her hair was tied together in a loose plait. Her blue eyes seemed to be scanning the surroundings, making sure no one was paying too much attention to her. And no one was. She was like a ghost. Was she a ghost? Did you really have that much wine that you’re hallucinating her? 

You furrow your brow. She smiled from ear to ear and then started making her way to the stairs that led upstairs, where Alexandria kept supplies. In a spur of the moment, without thinking about it twice, you decide to follow her.

You push yourself off the wall and make your way through the crowd, your blood pumping so hard you could hear it in your ears. You see Leah climbing up the stairs, and then she disappears around the corner. You trot up as well and you stop. Looking around, you realise there were way too many doors, and you were way too tipsy to check all of them. Also, what the hell are you going to do when you confront her? Talk to her? Threaten her? Beat her up? Well, you certainly wanted to.

"What are you doing up there?"

Daryl's voice jolts you up, and you turn on your heel,  looking down. He was standing in a corridor, between the stairs and the walls, looking up at you with a puzzled expression. You take a deep breath and let it out.

"Nothing," you mumble.

"Okay," he didn't sound convinced, but he decided not to push it. You step closer to the baluster and leaning forwards. "Get back down here then."

You blink and suddenly everything is dark and the only source of light is a moonlight filtering through the windows and an open door. The soft music stops. Your ears pick up a creak behind you, but before you can turn around, your body gets pushed and the crack of the landing baluster echoes through the air. You fall down, and it feels like everything suddenly was in a slow motion. Somehow, your body clashes with Daryl's and you both fall down to the floor with a thud, grunting loudly. His chest cushioned your fall, and you look up at him, hands propping at his sides. For a minute, you just stared at him. He was even more beautiful up close. You shook his head, to get rid of these thoughts. His eyes were fixated on the landing upstairs, and his face scowled, showing a tiny wrinkle in his forehead.

You scramble to your feet and straighten your dress, pulling it down, and he follows suit.

"Are you okay?" He asks, scanning you for any type of injury.

"Yeah. Are you?" Your eyes look towards the people pulling into the hallway with curious looks on their faces.

"Nothing I cannot handle," he answers. He seemed so far away with his thoughts that you didn't bother to ask again, even though you wanted to make sure.

His eyes drifted upwards again, and your anxiety spikes. Did he know? Did he see? What did he see? Leah? And if so, was he planning to do something? Should you tell him that you also know?

Aaron and Eric push through the crowd of people and their eyes widen at the sight of you, Daryl and a broken baluster, laying in pieces on the floor. They come up to you and ask what happened, Aaron's hand land on your shoulder and his other hand reaches up and picks some splinters from your hair. You explain in as few words as possible, and they listen with shock painted across their faces.

Eric finishes his drink in one swig, and sighs deeply. "I just painted that a couple of days ago," he looks at the broken pieces of wood on the floor. He wasn't mad, he even seemed weirdly excited about it. Maybe because painting and decorating was the thing he enjoyed the most, here in Alexandria.

You mouth a “sorry” to him, even though it wasn't much of your fault, and you quickly say you'll clean up the mess, so everybody could go back to partying. Aaron and Eric round up the people and shoo them back to the mess hall. They turned the music on and up, and someone screamed out something about the party just getting started. You sigh, and you look at Daryl, who already started picking up the broken wood. Joining him, you take the pieces out and to the shed. The wood will probably be repurposed — either used to repair or to burn in fireplaces during winter.

Daryl was quiet for the whole process, and you could tell his head was preoccupied. Looking at him, you didn't know if you should mention anything or if you should just leave it be. You suspected he might have seen Leah. You knew it was Leah who pushed you down, there was no way that it was someone else.

After all the wood is stacked in the shed, you turn to him and open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it.

"I'm gon' go home," he says, looking at you. "Don't want to be here any more."

"Okay," you say, nodding. "Walk me home?"

He gives you a little nod, and you walk to your house in silence. His hands were in his pockets and the air was thick with questions and anger. You were 99% sure he saw her upstairs, because why would he be so cryptic right now?

Once you both reach your house, you try to invite him in for another drink, just to prevent him from doing something stupid, but he refuses, making an excuse of being too tired. There was no point in arguing with him, so you just let it go and watched him disappear into the night, silently praying he’s just going home.

[taelortot]

Pretty Little Kisses

4k words (not proofread)

Summary: College student Satoru loves to give his pretty little girlfriend pretty kisses between her thighs.

Cw: SMUT (only a little), manipulative Satoru Gojo, and a plot twist that may or may not have your jaw on the floor :)

This may not be for everyone! You have been warned!!

"Toru! Please gimme it!" Y/n whined jumping up to reach what Satoru Gojo dangled over his head. A smirk on his lips as he peered down through his black sunnies. Her pouty glossed lips made his heart melt, always something so innocent about that little face. It took everything in him to not just hand what he had in his hand down to her. Wanting to tease her just a little more. That was always fun— teasing y/n to no end.

"Say please Princess" Satoru said in a mocking tone, looking down into y/ns glistening eyes. There was always something about how she got so teary eyed from a little teasing that he loved.

"I already said please Toru” y/n frowned pushing her bottom lip out to give him the sweetest puppy dog face.

"One more time, baby"

"Please Toru. Please gimme it" y/n clasped her hands other, begging him to give her what he had.

"Of course, all you had to do was beg" he said with a sweet smile on his lips, pulling his arm down dangling y/ns black lacy panties in front of her eyes. Eagerly, y/n plucked the garment from his fingers.

"Now, I don't want you wearing these at school, only for me to see. I don't want to catch you wearing anything like this again. Okay, Princess?" Satoru voice was stern, showing y/n he wasn't messing around.

Y/ns only choice in underwear was a lace thong, as the rest of her underwear was commandeered by Satoru or was dirty.

She wore a pretty baby blue dress, that went just past her mid thigh, a soft white cardigan and white keds. Her black lace thong visible when she bent down to pick up a pen that had fallen from her locker.

"Hey hey"  Gojo ran up to his Princess, covering her back side from who ever may be looking.

"Hey Toru" y/n stood up tall with a sweet smile on her lips, to see a very frantic Satoru.

"You can't bend down like that, you can see your whole ass" he whispered leaning around y/n to make sure her dress was pulled down.

"I'm sorry Satoru, I didn't know" she felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment, running her hand down the back of her dress.

"Just- just don't lean down Princess, I will see you later." The white haired boy said sternly, before rushing back to his friends who saw the whole incident.

"Yes Toru" y/n agreed with a nod and took the panties, tossing them in her pink hamper.

She slipped out of her school clothes putting on pink soft shorts and a matching pink baby tee that exposed her whole mid drift. She has a cute pink rhinestone belly button piercing, Satoru picked it out himself.

He had suggested y/n should get one as she loved to show her tummy off, he was there when she got it pierced, giving her hand squeezes and giving her head kisses as she was scared to get it done.

Satoru couldn't help but smile at what is his. Every single inch of y/n, he was obsessed with.

Y/n is his.

"Hey Satoru, are you staying for dinner tonight?" Y/ns mom asked as the two made their way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Yeah I don't have anything going on tonight" he smiled kindly at the woman who was cutting up some vegetables. Satoru told his friends he couldn’t hang out tonight, just so he could spend some time with y/n.

"Oh good, we are having steak, how do you like yours cooked again?" Y/ns mom continued to chop up the zucchini.

"I like mine medium rare"  he answered following y/n to the living room.

The two sat on the same couch, y/ns legs draped across Satorus thighs, as he rubbed small circles into them.

"Don't tickle me, Toru" y/n made her best angry face at the white haired man. Which just made him start to squeeze her thighs, trying to find that good spot that always made her laugh.

In Satorus eyes, y/ns angry face was just the cutest, her brows knitted together, her lips in a frown that she so desperately tried to keep from turning into a smile.

Just the sweetest little face.

Oh how Satoru Gojo just adored y/n.

The moment he saw that cute girl walking in the halls of their high school, he knew he had to have her.

Which he never did get her until recently. Satoru Gojo waited 3 years for y/n, never even thinking about another girl. Not when y/n was right before his eyes, not knowing she was meant for him.

Satoru turned into a bottomless pit of goo as soon as y/n made eye contact with him. No way he could ever talk her, not when she looked angelic in the way she does so effortlessly.

That was until just a few months ago. When he finally was able to, finally working up the courage to speak to her.. in college… 3 years after he first saw her.

Y/n wasn't always the brightest, most around the school knew how dumb she is, so Satoru protected her from others cruel words. He really was like a big brother to her.

Until one day that all turned into something a little more romantic. They had both pushed their feelings for each other to the side, not wanting to hurt their friendship and close bond.

Well— one thing led to another and now 6 months later the two couldn't get enough of each other.

Satoru still acted as y/ns protector, as it is his job. He couldn't let anyone hurt his princess.

Y/n was very innocent and naive. She grew up really sheltered and was home schooled by her dad until he passed her sophomore year of high school. Prompting her mom to pack up and move from Nagoya to Kyoto the following year.

No one thought her and Satoru had anything in common, which for the most part they didn't. But Satoru couldn't resist that cute smile, and the way she plays with the sleeves of her cardigans when she's nervous.

He was so infatuated with her. Y/n was just as obsessed with Satoru, always hugging on him and wanting to spend every waking hour with him. There was something about the carefree way he lived, always a smile on his face. Satoru was cocky and intelligent and bright. The way he acted was something y/n had never seen before. Once she got a taste, there was no going back to before him.

"Wow this is really good" Satoru said with a mouthful of steak.

"Thank you, y/ns father taught me how to make steak way back when we were young like you two." Y/ns mom gave a soft smile to both of the young adults.

They continued to make small talk, talking about their days at school. Both of them avoiding y/ns panty reveal, that wasn't something y/ns mother needed to know about. Y/ns mom really welcomed Satoru in like he was one of her own, growing to love the 21 year old and the way he impacted y/na life.

It was always so comfortable with the three of them, just like a little family. Every once in a while there was four of them at the dinner table.

But— we will come back to that later.

"Y/n just remember to do the dishes. I have to get going, You two don't stay up too late" y/ns mom said adjusting her name tag on her scrubs. She gave a quick kiss to y/ns head and waved a quick goodbye to Satoru. Leaving in a hurry to get to the hospital. Y/ns mom worked nights, so Satoru and y/n never really had to worry about anyone interrupting their alone time.

As soon as the front door closed Satoru grabbed y/n from behind lifting her up and carrying her to the couch, body slamming her down. "Toruuu!" Y/n yelled as her body bounced on the thick cushions.

"What’re we gonna do tonight, princess?" Satoru asked before leaning down to nip the skin just below y/ns jaw. He couldn't get enough of y/ns skin, she felt electrifying to him. Once he had a little taste he had to go back for seconds and thirds, never wanting his meal to end.

"We can watch a movie, or we can go swimming, or we can just relax" y/n giggled at Satorus soft lips and teeth on her skin.

"Orrrr, we can do all of the above. It is Friday night and no one will be back tonight, so it's just us Princess" He gave a sloppy kiss below y/ns ear.

"Let’s see it's onlyyy" Gojo paused to look at his watch. “6:42. We have all night, baby" Satoru mumbles, resuming his sloppy kissed down y/ns neck to her collarbone.

"can we start with swimming?" Y/n cupped Satorus face pulling him back up so she could look into his eyes. Those pretty, icy blue yes. That was the first thing y/n had noticed about him years ago. Shit, first thing anyone notice about Satoru Gojo, besides his striking looks.

"Of course we can, let's go get you changed" Satoru presses his lips to Y/ns letting them linger for just a moment. He could still taste the ice cream she had for dessert, lord she's so sweet for him.

"God you are so breathtaking, baby! Do a little spin for me" Satoru gasps, watching y/n stand the smallest pink bikini anyone had ever seen. "Absolutely gorgeous" he groans as he stands from his spot on y/ns pink flower covered bed. He places his hands on her hips keeping her still as she got a little dizzy from her twirl.

"And all mine" Satoru whispers, resting his forehead against y/ns.

He could look into those pretty doe eyes forever. She looked at him with so much love, she really did care for him. She's just so perfect for him, so fucking perfect for Satoru. She got his humor, she listened to the same music... well not at first, but Satoru worked real hard to get this pretty girl to listen to his music.

Satoru thought he won the lottery by securing y/n as his. He couldn’t fucking believe it! This girl was his dream come true.

Every time he closed his eyes he saw y/n, he heard her laugh, he felt her on his body, he could still smell that pretty perfume she wore.

Don't get him started on how innocent she is, she didn't even know about sex or drugs or anything. So so naive.. so fucking innocent. So perfect for him.

"M'all yours" y/n stood on her tiptoes to kiss those pretty lips Satoru has.

Toru couldn't help but oogle his girl as she walked around the house and back yard in that skimpy little bikini. The one that he told her she could only wear around him.

It barely covered any of her bottom and the top was basically just nipple covers. God, Satoru loved ever bit of it.

He watched her swim around in the pool for 45 minutes with his feet in the water. Splashing her every once in a while to hear that little squeal and giggle.

They talked for a while and played games. Seeing how long y/n could hold her breath for, she showed him how she could swim like a mermaid, as well as doing front flips from the edge. All to which Satoru praised her for. Making sure she knew how talented she is.

“F-for m-m-my pro-ject I have— have to—“

“You cold baby?” Satoru asked a question he already knew the answer to. The way y/ns teeth were chattering together as she spoke plus how she was clinging to his legs in the start was a dead giveaway.

“N-no” she protested with a shake to her head.

“Come on pretty girl. Let’s get you out, yeah?”

Y/n knew better than to protest more than once, nodding her head and making her way to the steps at the end of the pool.

Satoru stood tall before her, holding y/ns pink fluffy towel, immediately wrapping her up as soon as she got out of the pool.

"S'cold Toru" y/n shivered letting her boyfriend hug her tight.

"Let's get you warmed up then, huh?" He mumbles into her wet hair, giving her a quick squeeze.

Satoru liked to watch y/n swim around the pool this late at night, because she would come out shivering and curl up like a cat in his arms. He could always see her nipples hard through her top, so that was just a bonus.

The two changed into pajamas and laid comfy together on the upstairs couch, snuggling to keep warm.

Neither of them paying attention to the movie, just talking through the whole thing. Giving each other ‘kiss attacks’ every so often.

"You know, I think you could use some special kisses, been so good for me today" Toru says smoothly, waiting to hear y/n squeal in excitement. She loves her special kisses, ever since her boyfriend showed her how good his kisses could be, especially between her legs. Once he first showed her, she practically begs him for more now.

And who is he to tell his girl no?

"Buuut…” he turned to look at y/n whose smile instantly fell from her face, hating when he added stipulations to her pleasure.

"But what?" Y/n pouted not understanding why Satoru would dangle her favorite thing in front of her face, just to rip it away. (It’s because he likes to see that pout)

"No need to be sad, baby. Just want something from you first" he places his hand on y/ns cheek, letting her melt into his touch. Caressing her cheek with his thumb, loving the way she leans into him.

"You have to warm my cock up. Need ya to sit on it while we watch the rest of the movie, okay?" He pressed a kiss to y/ns lips, slotting his lips perfectly between hers.

"Can you do that for me Princess?"

Y/n nodded eagerly, already tugging at Satorus jeans.

"That's my good baby" satoru smirks, watching his now perfectly trained girl do exactly what he wants from her.

Such a good girl she is.

Easy to mold into what he needs.

"T-Toru more please" y/n whined out, hands pulling at his soft white locks.

"Shh baby, don't want mommy and daddy to hear you. You have to be quite okay?" Satorus looks up at y/ns tearful eyes, pretty blue eyes staring into hers with a look of warning.

Satoru loves to wake y/n up like this, and y/n was always grateful to have her Toru between her legs.

"No no m'sorry Toru” y/n whispered not wanting to get caught with him in her room like this.

"Be good for me pretty baby. Stay quiet, yeah?" He smirks before going back down to his second favorite girl. “She’s so pretty, baby” he mumbles against her sweet folds.

The two snuck out of y/ns home around 8 in the morning to head down to have breakfast with some of their friends.

"I'm so hungry!" Yuji groaned looking at the menu, his eyes scanning every single item, not sure of what to order.

"Me too!" The rest of the group said all together.

"I'm ready for my second breakfast" Gojo smiled thinking about how y/ns little cunt being his first meal of the day.

"Second? What did you have first?" Suguru looks at satoru briefly before looking back down at the menu.

"A cookie" Satoru grins smugly, peaking over the top of his round glasses at his friends.

"You had a cookie without me?" Y/n pouted clearly not catching Satorus drift.

"Shh Princess, I'll give you a snack later" he pat y/ns leg under the table before returning his attention to the large breakfast menu.

The couple was never too touchy in front of the group, as Satoru told y/n they shouldn't be. He didn't want everyone giving them weird looks about their pda.

“Don’t want them to be jealous of our love, right baby?”

The weekend went by quickly. Y/n kept herself busy at home without her boyfriend as he was busy with his friends, since they were more his friends than hers. She missed her Toru so very much as she was just home alone, watching movies.

She did go out with Nobara and Maki for a quick shopping trip Sunday afternoon. Y/n so grateful to have two girl friends who genuinely enjoy her presence.

Both of them getting slightly weirded out and annoyed that y/n brought up Satoru multiple times.

But, other than that y/n had a decent weekend. She wasn't ready to go back to school. She actually dreaded it, she just wanted to get her degree and move away with Satoru like he had always told her they would do.

"You ready Princess?" Satoru asked waiting downstairs for y/n, eating a bowl of sugary cereal. Mostly picking out the sweet marshmallows to only consume.

"Mhm" y/n smiled grabbing her lunch that she made the night before.

"You two be safe, and have a good day" y/ns mom said taking Satoru's bowl from him to wash.

"Thank you for breakfast" he said kindly, walking out of the home with y/n shortly behind him.

"Gimme a kiss before I have to go all day without kissing you" Satorus begs just before pulling up the school, stuck at a stop light. He leans over the middle console of his blacked out BMW, lips puckered, needing a kiss from his pretty pretty princess.

"You said no kisses this close to the school" y/n looked at Satoru confused, as he was going against his own rules.

"I know, but need to kiss you, haven't kissed you in a while” he says quickly before pressing a kiss to his girlfriend’s lips.

"love you, princess" toru smiled pulling himself away from y/n, who's eyes were still closed wanting more from him.

"Love you too, Toru" y/n sighed missing his touch already. Always hating that she would have to go long stretches a day without kissing him.

Helping y/n out of the van he watched y/ns skirt slide up her thighs, showing her pretty pink cotton panties.

"Thank you for listening to me" Satoru smiled pulling down her skirt, letting his calloused fingers linger for a moment on her soft skin. Appreciating that his girlfriends chose to wear panties that covered her whole bottom.

"Always listen to you, Tor" y/n smiles sweetly in the way she does without even trying.

He walked her to her group of friends before heading to his own, just across the way.

He couldn't help but glance over at y/n who was talking to a boy from her history class, feeling jealous of the attention he was getting from his girl.

He was ignoring his friends conversation, keeping his eyes still on y/ns pretty smile as she laughed at whatever that guy saying to her.

That guy cannot seriously be that funny.

"Gojo? Hello?" one of his friends said loudly trying to get his attention.

"Huh?" Satoru asked not moving his sharp eyes away from the horrible sight in front of him.

"Are you even listening?"

"Yeah yeah" he mumbled out clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly.

"Dude, you're not" Suguru laughs, finding humor is the way his best friend is acting. The other 4 guys all followed his eye line to see what he was so infatuated with. Their eyes falling on y/n and that pink and white outfit she has on.

"Why are you just staring at y/n?" Megumi asks, not afraid to say what everyone else is thinking.

"Oh shit" suguru gasps loudly, connecting the dots in his brain. He was the only one Satoru ever told that he was crushing on y/n for a few years.

"You still got a crush on her?" He asks amusing Satorus shoulder playfully, who is still staring daggers into the side of y/ns head.

"What?" Satoru snaps, turning his attention back to his group. Voice completely giving away how shocked and embarrassed he is for that information to be said out loud. Especially in front of everyone, and not when the two best friends are alone.

"Y/n, you still got a crush on her or what?" Suguru rephrases his question, a plain look on his face, but in his eyes he understands the pain honest friend must be going through if that is true.

"Nah, moved on" Satoru shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn’t care. Trying to ignore y/ns loud beautiful laugh. Trying to keep his attention on his friends and not on the pretty girl who has his attention always. Lying straight through his teeth, ignoring the way his best friend looks at him knowingly.

"You used to like her? Damn that sucks man" Nanami mutters out, seeing Satorus demeanor change. Easily picking up on how frustrated Satoru is with the conversation.

Honestly know that the whole group knows that Satoru used to have a crush on y/n, they feel for him. Truly they do. God knows how hard it must be for him.

"gotta be hard since- ya know, you used to like her her.. now that she's your sister" suguru chimed in, feeling sad for his friend.

"Step sister” Satoru snapped, correcting his friends wrong verbiage. “but still those feelings are long gone" Gojo explained rocking on his feet, glaring at the group, making sure they believe his words. Making sure to emphasize the 'Step', as y/ns mom and his father wed just about 8 months ago.

"Just weird knowing you guys are so close, but you used to like her" Nanami admitted, since he's caught the two snuggling, and they have all heard him call y/n little pet names. He always thought it was a little weird but he figured it wasn't his place to say anything. So none of them never did.

Just judging them a little, silently.

"I still love her, just not like that anymore" Satoru hangs his head, eyes falling to his shoes. His head shakes softly, putting on a show that he’s remorseful for his past feelings.

"Since you don't have those uh-um feelings do you think s-she would... you know" Yuta stammers over his words, finally speaking up.

"Don't even think about it, Okkotsu" Satoru growls through gritted through his teeth, pissed off that he would even ask that.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry" he held up his hands defensively, scared of Satorus pointed glare, he knew he shouldn't have asked.. but y/n is just so pretty he couldn't resist.

It wasn’t hard for anyone to see how perfect she is— well, physically. Up in her noggin was a different story. Not always the brightest, that one. And everyone knew it.

Satoru Gojo wasn’t the only one to take advantage of it.

"I'm sorry, Toru"

"It's okay baby"

"You promise this is normal?" Y/n looked into his pretty eyes, hoping he would never lie to her.

"I do.. I promise, but baby— you can't ask me for kisses at school" Satoru sighs loudly, frustrated at y/ns actions just a few hours prior.

"Didn't know, Thought we could kiss.. you said it was normal."

"It's is baby.. it's just-" Satoru pauses, realizing his voice was a little to stern and harsh for what the situation was. He shouldn't be mad at her, how was she supposed to know that she couldn't kiss him in public? He didn’t really explain that to her.

And his little girl is too dumb to know otherwise.

"You can't tell anyone about us" he whispers, pushing y/ns hair out of her teary eyes.

"Why-why not? Wanna kiss you all the time" y/n pouts, pushing her bottom lip out.

"I know baby, I know.. it's just. We have to keep it a secret"

"But-but why?" Y/ns eyes filled with more tears, she wanted Toru to be hers always. Not just in private.

"Because they won't understand our love.. they will take you from me"

"Not making sense Tor.. you said this was okay. All siblings do this"

"It is, they do, Princess.. it's just other siblings might get jealous of how much we love each other and get mad" he coos, thumbs wiping y/ns tears off her cheeks.

"Don't let them take you from me, Toru. Need you"

"Shhh baby, not gonna let anyone take you from me. You just can't say anything, not even to your mom or my dad, m’kay?"

"Promise to keep it a secret"

"That means so kisses, no hugs, No flirting at all, nothing okay?"

"Okay Toru, I'll keep it a secret forever" y/n smiles sadly, knowing that was just protecting her. She didn't want to be taken from Satoru, she loves him too much to be separated.

"Good girl, now lay down. I needa give you those kisses you love for being so good f’me”

"Hey kids" Gojos father says watching both of them come through the front door laughing at something silly y/n said.

"Hey" both of them say happily, throwing their bags down by the door.

"We are about to head out for work, here's some money for takeout" Satoru gets passed some money, getting a flash of his fathers wedding ring.

"Hey! You found it" y/n smiled grabbing the large hand in hers.

"Yeah, was lost in my car. Last time I'm taking it off in the car for work, gon' leave it here from now on" her step father smiles at his new daughter.

"We were thinking of getting each other's initials tattooed on our rings fingers for when we have to take them off" y/ns mom pressed a kiss to her husbands cheek.

"That's a good idea" Satoru calls from the kitchen digging in the menu drawer, looking for what he knows y/n wants.

"You know, I'm glad you two get along. Was scared Satoru would terrorize you or something" gojos dad laughs, watching his wife pack her lunch for the night.

"Toru doesn't scare me, he's sweet to me" y/n jumped up on the counter letting her feet kick back and forth.

"Why wouldn't I be sweet to you, Princess?" He teases before grabbing the phone off the wall.

"See, he's so sweet to his sister" y/ns mom smiled at the two getting along so well.

"I'm just happy to see it, I'm glad we don't have to worry about you two getting into fights" the older man lets out a sigh of relief.

"Never" y/n looks over at her step brother as he orders her favorite food. "Toru is the best big brother ever" y/n continues, feeling tingly between her thighs, as she eyes his long, pretty fingers tap on the back of the phone. Something about those silver rings he wears just make her go crazy.

"Well.. never fight really. Only when he plays his music a little too loud at night"

"Well we don't have to worry about it, y'all are both on the top floor in the opposite side of the house" Mr. Gojo laughes, solidifying satorus theory that they could never hear him giving her pretty kisses over the music, as they were too far away to hear.

"Food will be here in 30" toru smiles at y/n as he hangs up the phone. “Also got some desserts” he licks his lips, excited for his second.. maybe third sweet of the day. Not including the lollipop he had at 11am.

"Well we have to go, y'all be good" y/ns stepdad says before both him and his wife leave for the night.

"Bye! Have a good night" y/n waves while they walk out the front door.

"Just you and me baby" Satoru whispers slotting himself y/ns legs.

"Kisses. Now" y/n demands with Her best serious and demanding face.

"Anything you want baby" he murmurs before pressing a sloppy kiss to y/ns lips.

"No no no" y/n pushed his shoulders back.

"The pretty kisses"

"You want your special kisses? On your Princess parts?" A smirk graces Satorus lips, knowing hes got her hooked on those kisses.

"Yes please tor”

Y/ns little moans and whimpers could be heard through out the house, echoing off the walls. Satorus tongue is magic, lapping up his spit and y/ns wet. Giving soft sucks and gentle licks to her cute little clit. Y/ns hands pulling at his hair, guiding him where she needs him. Satoru moans and growls into y/ns pink pussy, he can’t get enough of her sweet taste.

Just as y/n was reaching her first orgasm of the night, The sound of the front door opening and closing stopped both of them in their tracks.

"Shit shit shit" Satorus quickly pushes y/ns panties back up her legs and pulls down her skirt from its bunched up state on her upper thighs and tummy.

He quickly pulled y/n Into a hug holding her from her shaking orgasm. Pressing her head into his neck with his hand, letting her get out her last couple of her soft moans.

"What's going on?" Both of their parents walked into the kitchen, confused looks on their face. Wondering why their kids are hugging so tightly.

Satoru could feel his heart racing in his chest, thudding in his ear drums. Y/n wraps her legs around his waist, holding on for dear life, while Satoru try’s to wipe his face off as discreetly as possible with the back of his hand.

Tears immediately falling from y/ns eyes, stinging her eyes. Beyond terrified that Satorus was going to be taken from her, how they were just about to get caught while satoru was giving her, her kisses.

Small whines fall from y/ns throat, gripping tighter, pulling Satoru closer, needing him to not move from her grasp. Thinking the worst was about to happen, that she would be ripped from his arms.

"A- a boy." Satoru thought as quickly as he could for an explanation. “A boy hurt her feelings” he states as calmly as possible, holding y/ns head still. He thought quickly on his feet, knowing there couldn't be a real good reason why he was hugging y/n so closely other than her being upset.

"Oh honey" y/ns mom walked up to them, making y/n grip tighter around her step brother, burying her head deeper in his neck.

"No no, I got it." Satoru say quickly, his voice shaky but insistent, making her mom back up from them. He couldn't let her get off the counter just yet, her arousal still on the granite countertop and her panties not fully on.

"Oh okay, we just forgot our lunches" y/ns mom said making her way to the kitchen island, picking up the two lunch boxes.

"You'll be okay kid" the eldest Gojo says in a soft, caring voice, hearing y/n still sniffling in Satorus shoulder.

"She will be, She's got me to protect her"

"Wow, who would have thought Satoru Gojo would be such a good big brother" mr. Gojo jokes, just before the married couple leave the house for the second time.

"T-Toruu” y/n cries harder into his neck.

"Hey hey, it's okay Princess" he coos, petting her hair down her shoulders.

"Don't want you to be taken from me. Was so scared" y/n whimpered clinging to Satoru, refusing to unwrap herself from her boyfriend.

"No one is going to take you away from me baby. No one." Satoru promises. And he means it. No one is going to take his prized possession away from him. Absolutely no one.

"Let's just go lay down okay?" Satoru suggests, heart still pounding, voice still shaking. Not even waiting for y/n to agree, he pulls her from the counter, still holding onto him like a koala, taking her up to his bedroom. Both of them completely forgetting about the food on the way.

"I love you Toru" y/n whimpers out against Satorus now wet skin.

"I love you too, baby. So fucking much. I promise, as soon as we graduate, we are moving far from here. So no one will ever take you from me"

"We can be together?" Y/n perked up hearing him talk about their future.

"Yes baby. Together together, have our own family"

"Babies?" Y/n grins from ear to ear, pulling her head from his neck.

"Yeah, babies... how about we practice making babies? Would you like that?”

"I'm ready? Really? Not just sitting?" Y/n bounces up and down in her boyfriend’s arms, ecstatic that he thinks she’s ready for the next step.

"Yes baby, you're ready." He nods, pressing a kiss to y/ns lips. He finally believes she ready to have sex, not just cock warming anymore.

"Need you Toru! I'm tingling again" y/n whispered as he lay her down on her soft bed.

"Let me take care of you. But promise me you are my forever, pretty girl."

"M'your forever Toru"

"Such a good little girl" he whispers, smiling down at y/n. Her tears still staining her face, all red and puffy eyes.

"God baby, I love you"

"I love you too Toru. So so much"

Nothing else mattered in this moment. Only them. Nothing else at all.

Satoru would lay awake at night, staring at the ceiling with his girl on his arms, wracking his brain about what the fuck he was going to do.

How the fuck were they going to keep doing this?

He wanted to marry y/n. Give her kids. Make her a mommy. He needed them to have a life together.

Y/n was scared if they have babies and get married how were they going to explain that to their parents. She worried so deeply every single day about what was going to happen. Scared Satoru would be taken from her.

Always asking her boyfriend what was going to happen. Telling him her fears.

To which Satoru just told her not to worry about it, and that he would handle it.

In Satorus eyes they were just going to have to stop talking to their parents all together for his plan to work.

But.. he refused to tell y/n that. Only because he was terrified the love of his life would break up with him and leave him for good. So he didn’t want to do that just yet.

He thought maybe they would understand, maybe he could lie and say they had been dating for years before their parents got together? Maybe they would just accept it. They aren’t even blood related after all. Maybe they would understand.

Because for fucks sake. He knew y/n for years before their parents even met! He has the right to be happy! So if this is about the who has known who longer game, he will win by over 2 years!

Satoru knows he will figure something out. He has to figure something out. There is no way in hell Satoru is going to let his princess out of his grasp. Absolutely not.

Honestly, Satoru has never been happier. There’s no amount of drugs or alcohol that could do the same. Nothing could ever make him feel so good inside. Well.. maybe ecstasy. But why do drugs when y/n is basically ecstasy to him.

"I- fuck- love you " satoru lets out a breathy moan into y/ns ear, just as he feels his balls tighten. Pounding into y/n perfect pussy at an unforgiving rhythm. Ruthless, yet so deliberate with every motion.

"Love-love you Toru" y/n whines, loving the feeling of Satorus thick cock stretch her out.

"Gonna fill- fill you up with babies okay?"

"Make me a mommy"

"Gonna make you a pretty mommy." He growls, feeling his orgasm take over, painting y/n walls with his hot cum.

Maybe this time she will get pregnant. Maybe this time they will have an excuse together openly. He needs to make sure he keeps y/n.

No one will ever take her away from him.

Y/n will be Satoru Gojos till she dies.

I feel like this could have had more of a backstory.. i feel like this story has a lot more to go with it so maybe this is a part one of yall like it? Maybe I’ll do a prequel to this story?

I have so much trouble with dialogue, and I do so much better with blurbs and dabbles.

Idk y’all let me know what you want to see.

Kisses 💋

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[fortunekookie07]

Dance with Me - Caleb

Finally the day had arrived. You walked to the den and found Caleb sitting at the table working quietly. His back is bent over his current project. You never really understood his fascination with putting together these models when he flew the real thing. But it made him happy to assemble the tiny versions.

Sometimes, you loved to sit and watch him work. The concentrated look on his face was so cute. His eyes would be narrowed, and his brow would be furrowed as he carefully put the small pieces together.

You call his name softly and wait until he turns around before presenting him with the box you were holding.

Placing the small box in Caleb's hand with a grin, you sit next to him. "Didn't we agree, no gifts this year?" He asks, setting down the wrench. The pieces of his model are scattered across the table.

You kiss his cheek. "This is one gift you don't want to miss." He eyes you and then the box before grasping the ribbon and tugging. The simple bow knot comes undone. Pulling the lid up, he stares down at a black and white picture.

Confusion furrows his brows as he picks it up and stares at the image. Slowly, a smile stretches across his face. "You mean?" He asks, looking at you with pure joy. "Mhh hmmm." You nod vigorously.

He pulls you up with him and starts dancing around the kitchen and into the living room. You laugh as he spins you around in a crazy rhythm.

"Caleb, what are you doing?" He brings you in close, and you can hear the thumping of his heart. "Dance with me!" He can't contain his enthusiasm. Finally, you collapse on the couch, but it seems he still has energy to spend.

"I'm going to be a farher!" He shouts and then runs to the door and throws it open before shouting the same sentence from the open door.

You shake your head at your childish husband. Eventually, he comes back to where you're seated and sits down before laying his head in your lap. Turning to face your still flat stomach and wrapping his arms around your waist. "How far along are you?" He mumbles into your stomach. Whether he is asking you or the growing baby, you're not sure.

"Almost ten weeks." You brush your fingers through his hair. You can feel his smile against your stomach. Is this why you've been weird with food lately." You know it's a rhetorical question.

Having grown up together your whole life, Caleb is more than familiar with your eating habits. "Yeah, Tara went with me to the doctor for a checkup last week. She was almost as excited as you were. Don't worry, you are the first to find out."

Caleb gets up and then pulls you up and into his arms. "Ca-Caleb! Where are we going!" You laugh as he waltzes over to the bedroom and throws the door open with his evol.

"There's still time! We might be able to make them twins!" You laugh at this man, with his vast understanding of sciences, saying something so absurd. But he won't hear of it and so you end up spending the rest of the day in your bedroom. He hardly let you up to eat or use the bathroom.

You stroke his bare back, listening to him snore softly as you lay tucked into his arms.

The path to your current relationship had been incredibly difficult. With all the secrets he'd tried to keep from you on his desperate and somewhat deranged path to keeping you safe. Then there was the aftermath when those secrets had come to life.

His mental health had hit an all-time low, and he'd come close to calling these life quits. It was honestly a miracle that you'd made it to today.

"This life isn't easy, but I hope you'll help me take care of your daddy." You say softly stroking your stomach.

Being with Caleb wasn't easy. Despite having known him your whole life, he felt like a stranger when he came back. A strange pretending to be the protector you'd always known.

When everything came to light and all his secrets, pain, and suffering were laid bare, it had been brutal.

Caleb was willing to end it all. If he couldn't have you, he didn't want anything anymore.

You still remembered the desperate look on his face that day. The raw fear in his eyes as he thought you were going to walk away from him. You hadn't been sure of what you wanted until that point.

But when you sank to your knees in front of him and hugged him, all had seemed right, like you just knew it was all going to be ok. You knew you didn't want to lose your best friend, and you found the strength and courage in your heart to save him.

Caleb had stood trial, and people were ready to throw the book at him. It was only when evidence came to light that he hadn't been acting of his own free will that changed everything.

He'd gone from the monster seeking to destroy the city to a victim. Forced to act against his will and better nature. The looks of pity they gave him had been almost as bad as their anger.

He still suffered from that time. His nightmares were terrible. Sometimes, he would cry in his sleep. Only holding onto him and assuring him he was not alone helped.

So, to say it had been a difficult year was an understatement. It has taken months to get Caleb reinstated in the DAA. His friends and fellow pilots had welcomed him back with open arms. Ready to have him at their side once more. Some friends really would stand with you through hell and high water.

Picking up pieces of a broken life was worth it in the end. When you got the news, the first person you wanted to tell was Caleb. You'd even sworn Tara to secrecy until you could break the news

Unconsciously, Caleb holds you closer, and you drift off to sleep.

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Here we go with story 2!

Caleb was difficult for me to write, in that I struggle with adding depth to this story for him. I knew I wanted to have a theme for all five guys and I started with a thought, making very sure no story is the same and I believe I have succeeded, a you'll find out in thevdays to come.

I know Caleb was introduced near the beginning of MCs story, but his character is still very unknown to me. Hence my great struggle with keeping to what I do know.

So please don't come for me! I did put my best effort into this.

[bakuchrome]

"Bad Timing"

SYPNOSIS: Toga's revenge at the worst time in the world

Katsuki Bakugou × reader

Master List

Your breath came in ragged gasps, the pain in your chest overwhelming as you slowly backed up until your back hit the unforgiving wall behind you. The impact jolted through your body, amplifying the ache radiating from your wounds. A metallic taste filled your mouth, and you coughed, splattering a bit of blood onto the ground. As your vision swam and your heart raced, you finally looked up to see your attacker looming over you, a cold smile twisting her features.

"Toga?" you croaked out, the words barely audible, yet heavy with disbelief and accusation. "What the hell are you doing here?" The question lingered in the air, more of a rhetorical query than a true inquiry; deep down, you already knew the answer, and it made your stomach churn.

"I swore to you and your little friends that I’d come back for revenge," Toga declared, her voice laced with an unsettling cheerfulness that contrasted sharply with your grim situation. You wouldn’t dare admit it to a villain like her, but a dark part of you resonated with her resolve. If the roles were reversed, perhaps you would have sought the same kind of retribution.

Her eyes glinted with a twisted intensity as she hovered above you, brandishing the knives that were all too familiar—the same ones that had sliced through your skin before, leaving scars both physical and emotional. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!" Toga's voice broke with each repetition, her tears cascading down her cheeks like an uncontrollable waterfall. The sight was both terrifying and strangely heart-wrenching, a reflection of the turmoil roiling within her mind.

"You think people just get away with their crimes?" she continued, her tone shifting from manic glee to a dark, terrifying earnestness. She brandished the knife again, pointing it threateningly towards you as if it were a divine instrument of judgment. "People are supposed to get punished!"

Her words surprised you, and you found yourself stuttering for a moment before managing to respond. "You think we weren't punished?" Your voice was shaky, filled with pain and defiance. You could feel her gaze piercing into you, as if she were searching for some profound answer within your weary soul. “I’m always in that house. I’m always in that room.”

The memories flooded your mind—lost nights drenched in the sweat of regret and guilt, tainted by the consequences of choices you had made. In that small, dimly lit space, Just like Toga, you felt the weight of that darkness, but unlike her, you sought redemption rather than revenge.

But as you lay there against the wall, heart pounding and blood trickling from your wounds, you wondered if any of it mattered anymore.

Ironically, the sound of you comedic ringtone filled the room. You both looked around, you then weekly crawled across the floor until you reached you bag on the edge of the bed. You dug through your brown bag, grabbing your phone.

Looking at the screen to see Kastuki was calling you, you felt a faint smile make its way onto your face. No matter the situation, you always answer. Just as you did now, putting the phone up to your ear.

You stayed silent waiting for him to speak.

'Y/n, don't talk until I'm done speaking, ok. Just listen, I wont repeat myself." Stupidly, you nodded as if he could see you.

'I fucking like you, like I'm all sweet on you cause I want to be with you in a way I've never been with anyone before. So tomorrow, if you agree that is- I'll pick you up and I'll take you over to my house. I'll cook for you." He finished. Nothing but out breathing on the line.

The large amounts od blood loss had got to you, you could feel your head spinning.

'You can speak now.' He said. You could tell it had taken him a lot of courage. Everything about him made you feel like a teenager. Not long after the two of you met in high school, you felt something for the boy. Something more than you should have, It mage you nervous. He made you nervous.

Maybe it was the trauma bond you'd had with him. But you always found yourself and your thoughts wondering back to him.

You felt heat rise to your face, you were blushing. "Now you tell me." You luagh to yourself.

'Yeah, well I thought why the hell not. Wanted to since our first year, im tired of waiting.'

"Katsuki, I really like you."

"Me too."

[glamourscat]

VANITAS x !VAMPIRE READER HCS

i am one day late but hbd to my fav non vamp that looks and acts more like a vamp than the vamps in his own show

• absolutely HATED that you were another vampire hanging around noè at first. "oh merveilleux, another bloodsucker with a hero complex"

• gets increasingly irritated that you can see right through his act sometimes. you'll just give him this knowing look when he's being particularly dramatic and he DESPISES it (but also kind of doesn't?)

• if you have some kind of “power” like noè does, he will be secretly fascinated by how different you are from other vampires he's met. keeps trying to study you "for research" but really he's just making excuses to be around you

• absolutely loses it when you team up with noè to mother-hen him about his health. "i don't need TWO vampires telling me to sleep!"

• loves riling you up just to see your eyes flash red. will make increasingly outrageous statements just to get a reaction

• gets weirdly quiet when you talk about your childhood with noè. definitely not jealous. nope. not at all. (he's totally jealous)

• gets VERY flustered when you use your vampire strength to pick him up or protect him, but tries to play it off with his usual dramatics

• absolutely despises how you can tell when he's actually hurt vs when he's being dramatic. "stop looking at me like that, i'm FINE"

• has definitely stayed up all night reading your name in the blue moon records multiple times, but will never admit it

• gets oddly soft when you fall asleep near him during research sessions, but will immediately return to his usual self if anyone catches him looking

• Will subtly, or not so subtly, hint at you to drink his blood more than once. and when you do it? Well let’s just say if you two are a match, he won’t be quiet lmao

• noè finds your whole dynamic hilarious and keeps "accidentally" leaving you two alone together

BLURB UNDER THE CUT

The first time you met Vanitas, you'd nearly thrown him out a window.

"Noè," you'd said, holding the struggling human by his collar, "why is there a suspicious man with your book?"

"Put me down this instant, you bloodsucking menace!" The dark-haired man had thrashed in your grip, blue eyes flashing with indignation. "I am the great Vanitas, and that book is rightfully mine!"

You'd turned to Noè, unimpressed. "Can I throw him out the window?"

"Please don't throw my friend out the window, mon amie," Noè had laughed, looking far too amused. "He really is the owner of that book, the book of Vanitas."

You looked at Noè, eyebrow up. Looking between him and the short human. Book of vanitas. But that’s the blue moon vampire. This guy looks everything but a vampire.

Eventually, you set him down. Rather gently, all things considered.

"Your concern for my wellbeing is touching," Vanitas had said sarcastically , straightening his clothes with exaggerated care. "Tell me, do all vampire childhood friends of Noè's manhandle innocent humans, or am I just special?"

"Only the suspicious ones who smell like lies and… cheap cologne."

His eye had twitched. "Charming. Noè, you didn't tell me your friend was so... direct."

"(Y/N) has always been rather protective," Noè had smiled that knowing smile of his. "You two will get along splendidly."

You'd both turned to him with identical looks of horror.

"We absolutely will not—"

"I'd rather drink holy water—"

But Noè had just kept smiling, and somehow... somehow he'd been right. Though you'd both rather die than admit it.

Even now, months later, as you watched Vanitas patch you up, while complaining under his breath something along the lines of "ungrateful bloodsucker," you couldn't help but smile amused. He caught your stare and scowled.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," you said innocently. "Just admiring your terrible manners."

"I could let you bleed out next time, you know."

"No, you couldn't."

His scowl deepened because you were right. You were always right about him and he hated it. Or maybe not. But you didn’t had to know that.

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