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discord servers

just a couple of discord servers that are open for people to join that I run :)

my discord -> llywelyn.tywysog

Call Of Duty - no focus on a particular game or anything, there's a space for everybody, including those who have never played the games before!

COD Whores - 18+ server for anyone and everyone who enjoys cod to whatever extent.

Tom Hardy - just a place for people who like Tom Hardy to come and chill out, basically. that's literally all it is.

Daniel Brühl - same as above, but w Daniel Brühl instead.

Christoph Waltz - same again lmfao

Scream - there's no focus on a particular film within the franchise, it's mostly just a place to sit around and talk about the films and the characters!

LOTR - no focus on anything not really except LOTR/The Hobbit. do whatever you want lmao

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𝕂𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕤

“Batman won’t save you.”

Bruce Wayne x Afab!Reader Word Count: 2.9k A/N: Second part of my Shadows of Valor series. I hope it’s good I was hunched over my computer for a while. If you wanna be added to the tag list, just lmk!

Warnings: Animal murder, stalking implied, brief grief, smoking, alcohol

PROOFREAD BY MY POOKIE. TY POOKIE FOR HELPING.

The Batcave was a sanctuary of shadows and technology, a stark contrast to the chaos of Gotham above.  The cavern's high ceilings loomed like the vastness of a night sky, each piece of advanced technology humming softly, almost reverently, in the dim light. Bruce stood before a massive screen, its glow illuminating his chiseled features and casting dramatic shadows across his face. He replayed the chaotic scene from the warehouse in his mind, the flickering images reflecting the intensity of the fight he had just witnessed. Yet it wasn't the thugs that occupied his thoughts—it was you.

He had seen you in action, your movements a fluid grace that belied your size. There was a raw power in your strikes, complemented by an unexpected finesse. Your fighting style was unorthodox, an intricate dance that was almost graceful as it was deadly. The razor-sharp cards you wielded had intrigued him; they weren’t mere weapons but tools of a well-honed skill set, each throw calculated and precise. Who were you?

Bruce leaned closer to the screen, isolating the moments when you had taken down the thugs with a decisive efficiency. Your strikes were not just physical; they carried an intensity, a purpose that resonated deeply with him. You operated with a moral code that was not so different from his own, albeit more flexible.

“Alfred,” he called, his voice echoing through the cavernous space, breaking the silence that enveloped him.

“Yes, Master Bruce?” Alfred replied, emerging from the shadows, a tablet in hand, the glow from its screen casting a soft light on his features.

“Run a background check on a vigilante. The one with the cards. Give me a list of the names that pop up,” he instructed, his eyes still fixed on the screen, mind racing with questions.

“Of course,” Alfred said, tapping away at the device. “Any particular details you’d like me to focus on?”

“Skills, known affiliations, any criminal history. I need to know who I’m dealing with,” Batman replied, his tone sharp as a blade. “And see if there’s a connection with the recent uptick in crime in Gotham.” Alfred raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his gaze. “You’re intrigued by this one, aren’t you?”

Batman didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he replayed the moment you had confronted him, confident and unwavering in the face of the stoic Dark Knight. You wore a full-face mask, which wasn’t unusual, but what truly piqued his interest was the vocal distorter you spoke through. It added an air of mystery, making it difficult to decipher your true intentions.

“Just doing my due diligence,” he finally said, attempting to mask his curiosity. “Gotham doesn’t need another loose cannon.”

As Alfred worked, Batman shifted his attention to the array of surveillance feeds monitoring the city. He needed to understand your motivations, your past. What had driven you to become a vigilante? He needed more than just a name; he needed context to unravel the enigma that was you.

Now, as far as he knew, you were a man. It was in the way your suit sat on your broad shoulders, which, unbeknownst to him, were reinforced with shoulder pads. Moments later, Alfred’s voice broke through his thoughts, pulling him back to the present. “I’ve found something. A match. The vigilante appears to have been active for several months, targeting mostly corrupt officials and criminals. However, there’s no record of his actions being linked to any gang or organization. He seems to operate independently.”

“Independent,” Batman echoed, his brow furrowing in contemplation. “That’s a double-edged sword.”

“The records show that the corrupt officials and criminals he targets seem to have some connections—some are upstart gangs threatening another gang’s territory,” Alfred added, a note of concern creeping into his voice. “An assassin, perhaps?”

Bruce nodded thoughtfully as Alfred continued. “He calls himself Bloodrune. No recorded data on why.”

Bruce nodded thoughtfully, the pieces of the puzzle beginning to fit together. “Interesting,” he said, rubbing his chin in contemplation. “I need to find out more about his motivations, how far he’s willing to go, and how big of a threat he truly is.”

Alfred nodded, his expression serious. “I suggest you approach this with caution. These types are often unpredictable.”

“Unpredictable can be useful,” Batman replied. “But if he starts to cross lines, I’ll need to intervene.”

As he turned back to the screen, he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were more than just an assassin. There was something deeper, a complexity that intrigued him—a hidden depth that mirrored his own struggles. You moved in a world he understood all too well, yet your methods were different—looser, perhaps even reckless.

“Keep monitoring his activities, Alfred. I want to know where he goes, who he meets,” he ordered, determination hardening his voice.

“Very well, Master Bruce,” Alfred replied, his fingers flying over the tablet.

Batman nodded, his mind racing ahead. He needed to understand you—your past, your pain, your purpose. He didn’t know why he felt so compelled to know more, drawn into your orbit by some mysterious gravitational pull. The shadows of the Batcave felt heavier as he contemplated the tangled web of fate that had intertwined your paths. —-----------------------------------------------------

The dim light of your apartment cast long shadows across the walls, the air thick with the rich aroma of your cigar mingling with the faint petrichor scent wafting through the slightly ajar window. You sank into a worn leather chair, its creaking leather a familiar comfort amid the turmoil of the night. The weight of recent events settled heavily on your shoulders, an oppressive reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. The adrenaline from your earlier confrontation had faded, replaced by a dull ache in your muscles and the creeping fatigue that threatened to pull you under.

You poured yourself another two fingers of amber liquid, the whiskey glimmering enticingly as it filled the rocks glass. Taking a slow sip, you savored the burn as it slid down your throat, a comforting warmth spreading through you, offering a brief respite from the chilling solitude of your apartment. The walls around you were lined with reminders of a life once filled with laughter and love—framed photos, keepsakes from better days. But tonight, they served only as ghosts of a past you could no longer fully claim. Your gaze narrowed when it landed on an old framed photo of you and your late husband on the countertop. You could’ve sworn you threw that out. You usually told people you went your separate ways, but the truth was far darker: you killed him. Not entirely in cold blood, at least, that’s what you tell yourself. Setting the glass down, you reached for the small stack of cash on the table. You had taken a portion from tonight’s job, a tidy sum that would keep you afloat for a little while longer. “Six hundred,” you murmured to yourself, placing the bills into a small envelope. You had a plan for this money—rent, groceries, maybe even a few supplies for your next job. Hey, that top you saw in that shop window the other day looked like it would fit you well. The whiskey warmed your insides, fueling a sense of bravado that had long been absent. You leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling as memories flooded your mind. They felt foreign, as if they belonged to a stranger, and you were intruding upon them. Well, you might as well be.

A sudden knock at the door startled you from your reverie. You froze, heart racing. Who could it be at this hour? You hadn’t been expecting anyone, especially since you don’t remember setting up a meeting with anyone. You don’t even have your disguise on. And now that you think about it, you’ve never given anyone your address.

Cautiously, you approached the door and peered through the peephole. To your surprise, it was Mrs. Henderson, your elderly neighbor from down the hall. She stood there, a frail figure with gray hair pulled into a bun, clutching a worn shawl around her shoulders, her eyes wide with worry.

You opened the door, relief washing over you. “Mrs. Henderson, what’s wrong?”

“Oh, dear!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with worry. “I’m so sorry to bother you. Have you seen my cat, Coco? He seems to have wandered off again.”

You let out a quiet sigh of relief inwardly. “No, I haven’t seen him. When did you last see him?”

“Just before dusk,” she said, her eyes wide with anxiety. “He usually comes back in by now.”

“Let’s go look for him,” you suggested, grabbing your jacket. “I’ll help you find him.”

“Oh, thank you, dear,” she said, her voice softening with gratitude. “You’re such a kind soul.”

As you stepped outside, the cool night air hit you, invigorating yet laced with urgency. The two of you walked toward the small park where Coco often roamed. “Where does he usually like to hang out?” you asked, scanning the area for any sign of the little feline.

“Sometimes he likes to explore near the bushes,” Mrs. Henderson replied, glancing around with concern. “He’s such a curious little thing.”

You called out for Coco, your voice cutting through the stillness, but only the silence of the night answered back. As you moved deeper into the park, an uneasy tension settled in your gut. Something felt off, the shadows stretching ominously around you.

Suddenly, you caught sight of a small shape lying motionless near the base of a tree. Your heart dropped. “Mrs. Henderson, wait here,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You approached the shape, dread pooling in your stomach.

As you got closer, your worst fears were confirmed. It was Coco. His small body lay limp, and a knot formed in your throat. You knelt beside him, your heart racing as you reached out to touch him. A note was pinned to his collar with a knife, stark and ominous against his soft fur.

With trembling fingers and narrowed eyes, you winced as you removed the knife, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. As you picked up the blood-stained note, your stomach dropped. The knife was all too familiar—Slade Wilson’s work. Your mind raced as you scanned the chilling words: 

"50k for you alone, missy. Batman won't save you.”

You swallowed hard, the implications of the message washing over you like a cold wave. Slade was ruthless, and this was his way of sending a threatening message. But you couldn’t let Mrs. Henderson see this. She didn’t deserve to bear that weight, especially not at her age.

“Mrs. Henderson!” you called out, forcing your voice to steady. “Come here, quickly!”

She approached, her eyes lighting up with hope until she saw the expression on your face. “What is it? Is he…?”

You turned to her, swallowing the lump in your throat. “He’s… he’s gone, Mrs. Henderson. I’m so sorry.”

Her face crumpled with grief as she knelt beside you. “Oh, my poor Coco,” she sobbed, cradling the lifeless cat in her arms, tears streaming down her cheeks.

You glanced at the note again, the words seared into your mind. “He must have gotten into some trouble. Sometimes cats wander too far.”

Mrs. Henderson nodded, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. “He was such a sweet boy. I’ll miss him so much.”

You placed a hand on her shoulder, your heart racing from the implications of Slade’s threat. “I’ll help you take him home. We’ll make sure he gets a proper goodbye.”

As you walked back to the apartment, a chill ran up your spine. It felt as though someone were watching you. Just before entering the building, you turned, scanning the empty street, the wind shifting ominously. Your sensitive nose caught a new scent on the breeze, one that was all too familiar. Slade.

With one last glance around, you stepped back into the apartment building, a sense of dread settling in the pit of your stomach. You had to act quickly. Time was no longer on your side.

—-----------------------------------------------------

You rushed around your apartment, the weight of the note from Slade Wilson heavy in your hands. How does he know who you are? Where you live? And more importantly, how long has he known? Who has he told? Each question churned in your mind like a storm, a relentless echo of dread.

You needed to leave Gotham. Now.

With frantic urgency, you shoved your belongings into a worn duffel bag—the only thing you could trust to hold your secrets. Clothes, cash, and a few personal items flew into the bag as your mind raced. How had Slade managed to uncover your identity? You had always been careful, meticulously covering your tracks. Yet here you were, threatened by a man whose reputation for destruction sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.

Your phone screen lit up on the nightstand beside you. You snatched it up, desperately searching for a flight out of Gotham. The airline app opened, and your fingers flew over the screen, searching for any available options.

“Come on, come on!” you muttered, frustration boiling over as you scanned the available flights, each one slipping through your fingers like sand.

But when you attempted to book a flight, your heart sank. “No flights available for the next few hours? Are you kidding me?” You slammed your phone back down on the table, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room. This was not happening.

You paced the small space, your mind racing. A bus? It could take hours, maybe even days, and you couldn’t risk being recognized, especially now that Slade had you in his sights. The thought of him knowing who you really were sent chills racing down your spine, making your skin prickle with unease.

You picked up the phone again, calling another airline, hoping for better luck this time. But the automated voice on the line only deepened your frustration.

“Next available flight is in twelve hours,” it droned, completely oblivious to the urgency of your situation. “Would you like to hold?”

“No! I need something sooner!” you yelled at the phone, feeling the anger surge through you like a wildfire. You tossed the device onto the couch and resumed your pacing, the walls closing in around you.

Your mind raced with possibilities. You could leave the city on foot, find a way to blend in with the crowds. But that wouldn’t be fast enough. For all you knew, he could be lurking just down the street, waiting for the right moment to strike, or maybe already in the next hotel, watching.

“Damn it!” you shouted, frustration boiling over. You needed a plan—a way to get Slade off your back. Your brows knit together as you chewed the nail of your thumb anxiously, a habit you thought you had kicked long ago.

Then it hit you—you needed help.

The realization struck you like a cold slap to the face. You had always prided yourself on being independent, on solving your own problems. But this was different. Slade Wilson had you cornered. You needed someone with the skills, the resources, and the sheer force of will to help you confront him. You needed Batman.

The thought made you grit your teeth. You had never wanted to rely on anyone, especially not him. The Dark Knight was notoriously difficult to approach, and you were well aware of his strict moral code. He would likely disapprove of your methods, and the last thing you wanted was a lecture on justice and revenge. But you also knew he was your best shot at surviving this.

“Damn it,” you muttered to yourself, frustration bubbling over. You paced the small room again, wrestling with the idea. You would need to lure him out, to make him understand that you were in danger. But how?

You glanced at the window, moonlight spilling into the room, illuminating the scattered remnants of your life. You could create a distraction, something big enough to catch his attention. The thought of pulling him into your mess filled you with dread, but the alternative was worse.

“Okay, think,” you said aloud, trying to steady your racing thoughts. “How do I get the Dark Knight to show up?”

Your eyes fell on your phone once more. You scrolled through your contacts until you found the number of a local criminal you had heard was tied to Slade. You had never wanted to get involved with such people, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

After a few tense moments, you sent a message: “I have information on a target. Meet me at the old docks at midnight.” It was risky, but you needed to create a scene that would draw Batman to you.

As you put your phone down, a wave of uncertainty washed over you. What if this backfired? What if Slade found out you were reaching out for help? You’d be putting yourself—and your identity—at greater risk.

But you couldn’t let fear paralyze you. You had to act. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come. This was a gamble, but it was a gamble you had to take.

With any luck, Batman would already be on it before you even have to ask for help. You could only hope as you donned your disguise once more.

taglist: @lenalele

[quinnynation]

now that we don't talk ᯓᡣ𐭩 matt sturniolo one-shot

paring : ex!matt sturniolo x ex!reader

summary : no contact with matt is easier said than done

warning/extra tid-bits : angst, mention of online hate/death threats, i think that's all but lmk if there is more!

word count : 1,930 + barely proofread

divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest (line from @mikeykuns)

"you went to a party, i heard from everybody"

The type of humidity that was only ever present inside of LA parties clung to the air, making you thankful you had selected your favorite setting spray when getting ready earlier.

At this thought, your brain had reminded itself of the GRWM tiktok you’d uploaded for your followers. You were also reminded that you promised you’d link the setting spray in the comments and had forgotten. 

No problem! You quickly dug into your handbag and pulled out your phone, opening the desired application and opening the comments of your latest video.

Your heart immediately sank at the sight of them.

“GIRLLL WE ALL KNOW WHY YOU’RE GOING”

“OMG?? Is that the same party Matt’s at rn??”

“GUYS I THINK SHE’S GOING WITH MATT.”’

Matt was here? You hadn’t known that. If you had you wouldn't have accepted the invite. 

You quickly clicked off your phone- eyes already budding with tears. You’d broken up with the brunette boy almost three months ago and had been strictly no contact ever since, which was easier said than done when you two were both in the same influencer circle.

Tonight was the closest you’d been to Matt since the breakup and the thought of bumping into him- or his stupid brothers- made your stomach churn.

"you part the crowd like the red sea, don't even get me started"

As you rushed around the party looking for your ride, you found yourself pushing your way through the dance floor- moving bodies a blur as music seemed to blast louder where you stood, or maybe that was just because of the obscene amount of drunk influencers screaming lyrics at each other.

You let out a small annoyed noise as your shoulder was grabbed and shoved out the way, causing you to stumble on your heeled shoes. Thankfully, you didn’t fall but the embarrassment still caused you to look around to see if anyone saw you stumble.

As if you were in some stupid Disney movie that was laced with laugh tracks, the sea of people parted just enough for you to see a set of blue eyes on you from the other side of the dance floor.

Those stupid blue eyes that had broken your heart three months ago.

“Look away.” You told yourself, your eyes defying your brain. Matt was the one who broke eye contact.

You’d won the staring contest, yet lost the “don’t look like a desperate ex” contest.

"did you get anxious, though, on the way home?"

On the way home, you felt a bit bad for how uninterested you were in your friend’s chit-chat. She was going on and on about how this boy -Jake? Or was his name Johnnie?- kept giving her mixed signals at every party she attended.

“Mhm,” You murmured, resting your head against the cool glass of the passenger door window. Your friend didn’t care that you weren't listening, she wasn’t going to take any advice you offered her anyway- she was much too stubborn for her own good.

The aching pain from your party shoes had been almost enough to keep your mind from wandering back to Matt and his stupid blue eyes. 

Keyword, almost.

You thought about the brunette boy the entire ride home, irrational thoughts in the back of your head worrying about how he and his brothers would get home. He hated driving at night- not that he’d ever admit it to his brothers who had both outright refused to get their own licenses. You used to find it funny how they followed him around the house like ducklings asking for rides.

The sad smile that had curled its way onto your lips told you that you still did.

"i guess i'll never, ever know."

When you got back to your apartment, you fell stomach-first onto your overpriced couch some company had paid you to promote. At the time you did it without hesitation because the move to LA had not been a cheap one. You still remembered how wide Matt’s eyes got when you told him the retail price.

The triplets had gotten a new couch since you and him broke up, you had seen it on Chris’ tiktok before you had made the decision to block him as well. Did it cost more than the dingy white one you were currently overthinking on? You’d never know.

"now that we don't talk."

The decision to go no-contact had been yours, as had been the decision to break-up. 

Matt wanted to try and work things out, promising he’d change and be more supportive…but you’d already made up your mind. You were leaving and there was little he- or anyone for that fact- could do about it.

You recalled his teary blue eyes asking what you’d tell the fans, if you and him could stay friends, if you’d ever change your mind.

Out of blind anger and stupid rage, you had told the boy not to contact you ever again. Your stomach still churned at how his word wobbled when he accepted your boundaries- ever the gentleman.

"you grew your hair long, got new icons"

The decision was purely made on a whim. You knew better than to listen to Taylor Swift after midnight and yet- you did. You chose to blame her, since blaming a multimillionaire was easier than blaming yourself. 

You checked for what felt like the 100th time that you were logged onto your finsta before swiping over to blocked users, navigating through a list of influencers you did not want to be interacting with before finding who you were looking for. Your ex-boyfriend, Matt.

You didn’t think twice before clicking on his profile and unblocking him- if you had taken more than two seconds to think about it, you would’ve chickened out. 

The first thing that caught your eye was his new profile picture. Somehow, you hadn’t noticed when making direct eye contact with the man at the party the other night- but he’d changed his hair.

It finally didn’t look exactly like Chris’. He’d been brave enough to try something out without his brothers trying it first. You let out a soft breath feeling your heart grow heavy. 

You were sad, but proud of the man you’d once loved nonetheless.

"and from the outside, it looks like you're trying lives on"

Unblocking Matt’s instagram had unlocked a floodgate of feelings you thought you’d moved past.

Because now you were sitting on your living room floor, a bucket of rocky road ice cream in your lap and watching the latest video on the Sturniolo Triplets channel.

Matt had a particularly bad case of attitude in the video, for whatever reason.

The jokes he made didn’t sound like him, they sounded like he was quoting a comedian. Like he was trying to be someone else that you hadn’t met.

"i miss the old ways, you didn't have to change"

You were embarrassed to admit how many videos you watched that night. Whether it was because you missed hearing the brothers banter daily, or because you actually missed your boyfriend.

Sure, the breakup had been your decision and three months ago but…you never actually got the chance to grieve the relationship. Going no contact sounded like the best option, and maybe it had been at the time.

Now though, as you watched the three triplets ride horses in celebration of hitting 7 million…you couldn't help but wonder what things could’ve been like if you’d let Matt have a second chance.

"but i guess i don't have a say"

You shut off your TV after a few hours, checking your phone one more time to make sure you’d successfully re-blocked your ex.

As you laid in bed that night, trying your best to keep your mind from replaying every miniscule detail of you and Matt’s relationship. You tossed and turned- remembering every date, every lovesick glance, every bouquet of flowers.

You didn’t even know why. It didn’t matter anymore. Matt was a good looking guy and a good enough boyfriend, he probably wouldn’t be single for much longer. Soon enough, all memories of the relationship the two of you shared would be written over with a new girl.

Someone else would fall in love with his smile, someone else would fall in love with the way he always offered to drive- even if it was late. Someone else would fall in love with Matt.

You convinced yourself that you didn’t care.

"now that we don't talk."

You let out a quiet breath as the podcast host continued to ramble on and on with his co-host.

“So, y/n, the streets are saying you’re enjoying single life?” 

You gulped down a lump in your throat that caught you by surprise. “I’d prefer we don’t talk about my love life right now.” You answered firmly, leaving zero room for argument.

"i called my mom she said that it was for the best"

The night that you had ended things with Matt you had called your mom, crying and blubbering that you hated the brunette man, yet still loved him.

You sat silently at your dining table, wondering if those words you’d choked out over the phone still rang true.

Your mother had promised you that leaving Matt was “what was best for you and your career.”

You also wondered if those words were true.

"remind myself the more i gave, you'd want me less"

Breaking up with Matt hadn’t been a spur of the moment decision. In fact, you’d been sitting with the decision for months.

Your social media career had taken off, brands and other influencers were begging for your attention almost as much as the fans were. 

Matt couldn’t stand it. 

He didn’t like how much time you now had to dedicate to filming and editing content and he certainly didn’t like how you two could no longer go on dates without at least two fans approaching you and asking for a photo.

Whenever a friend or an interviewer asked how you handled your blowup, you would always respond with “I didn’t know how to handle it.”

And now that you were thinking about it, maybe Matt didn’t know how to either.

"i cannot be your friend,"

Your mind raced as anxious thoughts built up in your brain. Your finger was hovering over Nick’s contact that took you nearly twenty minutes of scrolling to find.

Nick had been one of your best friends before the breakup. 

Today had been shitty and well, you could really use one of Nick’s quick-witted pep talks right about now. You and Nick hadn’t ever fully blocked each other. 

Unfollowed, sure. But never blocked. He’d even text you happy birthday earlier this year.

Your thumb pressed down on the call button and after the first ring you’d fumbled with the device to make it hang up- chucking your phone across the room and praying the oldest triplet wouldn’t call back.

"so i pay the price of what i lost"

Maybe Nick didn’t hate you, but you couldn’t be his friend. Even if you really missed him.

You missed Chris too, even if you had blocked him a few weeks after blocking Matt. 

When you lost Matt, you lost his brothers as well. 

"and what it cost"

If losing Matt, Chris and Nick wasn't painful enough, you dealt with a multitude of the triplet’s fans swarming you with hate.

Some were the usual “she was ugly anyway.”, others came in the more severe form of death threats and cheating rumors.

You had to suck it up though. Even if Matt didn’t do anything to stop his angry fans- you’d brought it on yourself by breaking up with him.

"now that we don't talk."

It’d been months since you and Matt had made eye contact at that party. 

The relationship you and Matt shared was now something you only felt when a certain fall breeze brushed your shoulder in the same way his gentle hands did during October’s in Boston.

The relationship that you and Matt shared was now a distant melancholy memory.

You were yet to decide whether that was a good or bad thing. Either way, it didn’t matter. You and Matt didn’t speak anymore and whether you liked it or not, that had been your choice.

a/n : idk how i like the formatting of this post but fuck it we ball

[svnflower-writes]

i could never give you peace

description: James reached his hand out, gently cupping Regulus’ cheek and moving some hair out of his eyes. “Hey, little star.” Regulus leaned slightly into the touch, but didn’t speak. “Let’s get you to your room, yeah?”

or

in which James comforts Regulus after a particularly bad fight with his parents.

relationship: bodyguard!james potter x regulus black

warnings: mentions of child abuse, secret/forbidden relationship, hurt/comfort, angst, james may be slightly out of character but idk maybe he's just sad 😭

requested: yes!! @allyeardepression requested this about 4 months ago and i am SO sorry for taking so long writer's block has been kicking my ass omg i started writing as soon as you requested it but it sat there unfinished for far too long. anyway i hope you like it!!!

note: uh ok hi. this is the first thing i've posted in MONTHS and i wrote most of it in class so it's not great but fuck it i had to post something. also... sorry. the first thing i write in five months and it's heartwrenching angst, which is very typical of me. also based off a taylor swift song which is also very typical of me

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54453148

marauders taglist: (lmk if you want to be added or removed) @lovefolder @gu1lty-as-sin @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @a-beautiful-fool @optimizedchaos @qwerty-keysmash @lost-in-reveriie @tulips-best @nqds

James had to pretend that it didn’t affect him, seeing Orion and Walburga treat their children like they did. After all, he was there to work for all of them. But Merlin, he felt bad. The looks that flashed across the younger brother’s face were subtle enough that anyone else would have missed it, but James didn’t miss any small details—especially when they were to do with the little star.

This was one of these moments, James was positioned outside the closed door as he heard the screaming match going on directly behind him. He heard snippets of conversation, words such as ‘useless’ and ‘pathetic’ making their way to his ears and crushing a little bit of his heart. He supposed he was lucky not to be in the room while it was happening, but all he wanted was to rush in and protect Regulus from the harsh words and actions of his parents.

James allowed his head to rest against the wall, exhaling slowly as his eyes trailed over the dark tiles on the ceilings. The decor on the house was not to James’ personal taste, a combination of dark brown, green, cream, and black. He glanced down to the floor, the extravagant geometric tiles making him feel claustrophobic and sick to the stomach. Harsh black wallpaper covered the wall, the dull gold picture frames making a pathetic attempt to soften the unharmonious glare. The paintings in the frames were judging him, the upturned noses and narrowed eyes made that obvious enough.

James and Regulus had been quick to subtly remove the paintings in the hallway outside Reg’s room—Orion and Walburga didn’t tend to go up there, so no one noticed. Sirius had given them a knowing smirk when he’d caught them sneaking down a hall with a covered portrait of one of Regulus’ great aunts, but he had said nothing. Sirius held an undeniable feeling of respect for James, he could see how much he cared for his little brother, and for that he was eternally grateful.

A sharp, high pitched shout broke James out of his trance, and he glanced at the door with a grimace.

Walburga Black was his least favourite person in the whole world. He couldn’t clearly hear what followed the shout, but he had a few ideas of what it could be. He had been in the room when this had happened a few times before, and Sirius had always seemed indifferent to his parents actions—James knew he wasn’t, of course.

It was all just an act in the Black family, everyone simply pretending to be okay and pushing their feelings to the back of their minds. Regulus was less numb to the pain, and while Sirius just sat there sprawled out on the couch, ignoring his parents, Regulus always looked unnaturally stiff. He was trying to copy Sirius, that much was obvious. But it was clear that the words got to Regulus, the way his brows furrowed and he blinked quickly or looked away with fiddling hands.

Then again, maybe there was a reason that James noticed these things—not that he could take much notice of whatever underlying feelings there were anyway, since Regulus might as well be his employer. He knew Regulus felt the same, of course. There were signs, there had been since a mere two months after James started the job. Fleeting glances, brief touching of fingers as James passed him something to eat, waiting for him in the halls— the list could go on and on.

Regulus knew that James liked him too, as James wasn’t exactly subtle. He tended to forget himself when they were around others, such as Sirius or Pandora—which made for a lot of teasing from the two. Barty and Evan couldn’t say much, as they were in much the same situation.

So the two had kept up the secret whispers and hidden gazes, neither boy making any more to further the relationship, even behind closed doors. There was only so much they could get away with, and they were not embarrassed to admit that they were terrified. They were terrified of the nature of their world, the judgements and the prejudice that came with merely trying to exist. They would prefer to be open with each other about their relationship, but they would take whatever they could get at this point.

The door next to him flew open and Walburga stormed out, not even sparing James the slightest glance as she walked past him. Orion followed close behind, the harsh glare painting his face giving James an idea of the severity of the fight. After the brother’s exchanged short hushed whispers, Sirius walked through the door, offering James a small, polite smile. He walked past and James stopped him quietly. Sirius’ eyes narrowed slightly.

“Is there anything I can do?” At James’ words, Sirius’ expression softened.

“Talk to him. I’ve done as much as I can, but I think we both know that you’re better at this stuff.” Sirius pulled James into a quick hug, “and thank you. It means a lot that you try, seriously. It’s not exactly part of your job description.” Sirius being Sirius, he laughed, but it was obvious that he wasn’t actually amused. James had known Sirius for three years, and if there was one thing he had learnt about him, it was his use of humour as a coping mechanism.

“You go sneak out to Remus, I’ll take care of him.”

Sirius grinned slightly, reaching out to ruffle James’ hair, “aw, you know me too well.”

James groaned at his now messy hair—as if his hair wasn’t always a mess—pushing Sirius away and waving him towards the door, “go find your lover, Pads.”

Sirius was out the door without another word.

James glanced down the hallway to ensure it was empty and walked into the room the fight had just taken place in. Regulus was sitting on the ground and had his knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around them, and head leaning against the cushion of the couch. He didn’t look up when James entered, nor when the older boy crouched down in front of him. His face wasn’t betraying what emotions he was feeling, but James knew.

James always knew.

James reached his hand out, gently cupping Regulus’ cheek and moving some hair out of his eyes. “Hey, little star.” Regulus leaned slightly into the touch, but didn’t speak. “Let’s get you to your room, yeah?”

Regulus nodded, mumbling something incoherent under his breath before looking up. “Good idea.” he took James’ outstretched hand to help him up off the ground. Even well after he had stood up, he kept his hand in James’, determined not to let go.

Regulus clearly had something he wanted to say, but his brain was not connected to the rest of his body, still in autopilot from the fight. His eyes were empty and his hands were clasped together in front of him as James gently rested his palm on his lower back to guide him up the stairs. Regulus subtly leaned into the touch, his heartbeat slowly calming and the goosebumps littering his skin beginning to fade.

Merely being near James brought him an unparalleled sense of peace.

James let his hand rub up and down his lower back comfortingly, and for a brief second he considered taking Regulus’ hand in his own but he decided against it. His brain was plagued with guilt, wishing he could rescue Regulus from the cruel reality that was his family. But no matter what James wanted, it wasn’t that simple. It never was.

James could never give Regulus peace.

Regulus stopped walking and James looked up from where his gaze had been fixed on the floor in confusion. He soon noticed that they were in fact directly outside the door to Regulus’ room. Regulus seemed to take notice of the fact that James was lost in his head and he squeezed his hand reassuringly.

After checking if the hallway was clear, James quickly opened the door. He wasn’t really supposed to enter any of the private rooms in the house, but Regulus had insisted many times that it was alright. No matter how safe Regulus felt around him, he couldn’t risk Orion and Walburga spotting him. He really was Regulus’ only source of comfort.

Regulus sat down on his bed with a blank expression on his face. James sat down next to him and pulled a bottle of water out of his bag. He handed it to Regulus with no words spoken, because the pair didn’t need words. This routine was very familiar to the two of them now, it was almost a second nature.

James quickly checked for any injuries—he hadn’t heard anything to make him suspect that there could’ve been a physical nature to the fight, but he had seen enough bruises on the Black siblings to make double checking an automatic part of the procedure. There was one on the side of Regulus’ cheek, and James pulled out the healing ointment from his bag and carefully put a little bit on the bruise.

James pushed the guilt at being unable to protect Regulus from his parents aside, knowing that this was not about him.

Once Regulus had finished, he slowly leaned into James’ side, letting out a sigh as he closed his eyes. The crook of James’ neck was like a puzzle piece that was made perfectly for Regulus’ head, and as the two slowly relaxed into each other's presence, James let his hands drift up to Regulus’ hair. His fingers slowly entangled themselves into the dark curls as he comfortingly stroked Regulus’ forehead.

It was clear to James that the support Regulus needed right now was not someone to tend to his wounds, but someone to hold him. So hold him he did. James’ right hand moved slowly up and down the small of Regulus’ back soothingly, showing an undeniable caution not to startle the younger boy with any quick movements.

He cared more about the little star than was possible to admit, and he prioritised his safety over everything else. The two lay in each other’s arms for what felt like (and probably was) hours. Suddenly, Regulus shifted in his arms, mumbling something under his breath.

James tilted his head like a confused puppy, gesturing for Regulus to repeat himself. Regulus cleared his throat and glanced away.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For…” Regulus trailed off, and James was about to let it go—he wasn’t going to push for him to open up more than he was willing to do.

“...for keeping me safe.”

The dark haired boy’s voice was merely a whisper, head buried into James’ shoulder as he refused to meet his eyes. He was embarrassed, James realised. He didn’t know what to say, so he stayed silent.

James thought that the two were about to fall back into their silence, when Regulus spoke. “It’s peaceful.”

Giving him an inquisitive look, James turned to face Regulus.

“Being here with you. You’re peaceful.”

James stiffened slightly before slowly nodding, “yeah, I know what you mean. You’re peaceful too, little star.”

You deserve more peace than I can give you.

Regulus smiled up at him, entwining their fingers reassuringly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more at peace than I am when I lie here with you.”

Merlin, it’s like he can hear my thoughts.

Finally, James responded. “You mean more to me than anyone else ever has, little star.”

There was a raw honesty in his tone. He may not love their situation, but he loved the boy in front of him with his whole heart.

No matter where this road was leading, James knew it was where he wanted to go. Whatever the roadworks along the way, he was in this for good.

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Sic Transit Gloria Mundi (1)

[Modern! Aemond x fem!reader. Yellowjackets inspired.]

[Warnings: Substance use, violence, plane crash, Aemond is such a dickhead y'all, allusion to eating disorders, eventual smut, eventual cannibalism, more warnings to come as we go on, shit's getting dark babies]

[Summary: Loving husband sends wife on fun happy vacation with 19 of her whackiest friends! What Artemisian cult antics will they get into? Let's find out!]

(I haven't written any fanfiction in like 8 years so if this blows my bad lol. Also does anybody have a link to a guide explaining how to format fics to look all pretty? Either way let me know what you think lmk if you guys also want to throttle Aemond ily all)

Word Count: 4k

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Chapter 1:

You pulled your hoodie as low over your face as it could go, eyes downcast. Lowering your shaking hand, panic gripped your senses at a foreign touch. White-hot terror struck through you and in a second you reacted, shoving the reporter as hard as you could before retreating closer into the safety of the group. Dozens of simultaneous questions and journalists battered the haggard group as they boarded onto the plane. You kept your eyes low to the ground as your friends disappeared into the vehicle. Despite your overwhelming anxiety, you were glad for the first taste of civilization you had in nineteen months. As your hands seemed to shake beyond control and your throat clenched, you turned around. Your mind began to float somewhere safer. Having stepped up to board the plane, you got a clear view of the press gathered around. Flashes of vultures picking at the carcass of a bear overwhelmed you. The rot. The smell. The crowd. Everything burst forth at once in a scream that didn’t register as having come from your body. Disoriented, you came to when Sabitha pulled you in, muttering something about fucking harpies and guiding you to sit. A dark shade was cast over the plane, and the uncomfortable silence never broke. Curling into the seat, your body pulled your legs to your chest while your mind drifted off somewhere else. 

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The house was as cold and dead as it always felt whenever you came home. You didn’t want to let the austere environment get you down though. The semester was finally over, and your backbreaking work had culminated in graduating Summa Cum Laude at Barth University in King’s Landing. You had a few weeks off before your summer internship started. Thousands of hours in the labs finally culminated in Professor Gerardys recommending you for a summer research internship studying extremophiles in Antarcticos before you started at King’s University in the fall.  You couldn’t wait until you were gone, and you knew your husband would feel the same. If you could truly call him that. The only reason the two of you married was so you could become a Westerosi citizen. Aemond as awful as he was would be the key to your future. His closest concept to a love language was sending some expensive gift as an afterthought. No sentiment, of course. This time in particular was strange though. He offered to send you and 19 of your friends to one of his family’s estates in the Vale. The estate itself was stunning, nestled into the Mountains of the Moon overlooking green valleys. Something about all of it just didn’t sit right with you. Some nagging voice whispering about a danger you couldn’t quantify. You weren’t naive, you knew that he only wanted you out of the house so he could have his girlfriend over the entire time you were gone. At this point, you just could not bring yourself to care. You led your life, and he his. A notification pulled you out of your thoughts, and you set your stuff down to go greet your girlfriend. You met Emerson a few weeks before your arrangement with Aemond was put in place. You didn’t pursue anything with her at first, wanting to give your marriage a genuine shot. After it became clear Aemond barely recognized you as a person, you two got involved. Wrapping your arms around her willowy frame, you nuzzled your head into the soft curve of Em’s neck. “I’m going to miss you.” you mumbled, coming up on your tiptoes to press your body further into hers. 

“I know lovey, ‘m going to miss you too. I’m sorry I couldn’t get the time off.” Emerson said, drawing a small circle on your shoulder blade with her thumb, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Don’t be.” you murmured. “You tried.” The two of you lingered in each other’s grip for a few moments more, basking in the familiarity before you headed to your room to pack for the trip. 

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Aemond poured out a finger of hundred year-old bourbon. He casually sipped on it, silently musing about his upcoming vacation. He was still working as per usual, but you would finally be out of his fucking hair for once. It wasn’t enough for you to marry him for citizenship or live in his house, it seemed you also wanted to be his best friend and have fucking pillow fights. Though you stopped intentionally bothering him you still just couldn’t help but annoy him. From making your stupid little coffees every morning, to obnoxiously loud facetimes to friends back home, incessant piano playing, purposely walking around the house in a t-shirt and panties like it was the most casual thing in the world. Even his cranky old cat loved you, sleeping in your bed as soon as he left his. At least with you gone he could have some peace of mind to finally get all the employee reports in before the bonuses were decided. Aemond finished his bourbon, still sober but a little less tense. He locked up his office for the night, nodding a goodbye at his secretary before heading to his car. The drive home was long, and he bristled as his phone connected to the bluetooth. My Chemical Romance blasted over the boosted speakers and he switched the song as quickly as he could. He only listened to it because you couldn’t stop blasting Middle Schoolcore in the shower. He finally came to settle on Paranoid by Black Sabbath. Pulling into the driveway, Aemond grimaced. Emerson’s car. No doubt the two of you would be cloying and obnoxious, oblivious to how irritating your little Hallmark act was. He turned his car off, but sat for a few minutes longer. Worries about work pressed on him until he noticed a twinge in his hand. A cramp from gripping the steering wheel as hard as humanly possible. He relaxed his grip and stepped out of the car, his teeth clenched as he walked in. He followed his routine to a T, pausing in his office when he heard the two lovebirds warbling at each other. 

“I don’t know Em. I was excited earlier but I’ve just been getting a really bad feeling you know? Like something really bad is going to happen. And you know the last time I-” Y/N’s voice cracked and he stepped closer to the door. His blood pressure rose as he stalked closer, trying to catch as much as he could through the distance.

“Y/N, it’s okay. If you want to cancel the trip then just tell Aemond.”  Emerson’s voice rang out confidently. Aemond’s blood boiled. Of course your stupid fucking girlfriend was telling you to blow off the trip like she paid for the bookings. 

“Yeah but you know how he is. Any time there’s a problem the world just stops spinning on its axis.” came the soft reply from Y/N. A sharp chuckle came a second later from his wife’s girlfriend. Aemond could practically see the wry grin splitting her face. Clenching his fist, he burst out of the office into the kitchen where the two of them were talking over a bowl of pineapple. He glanced over Emerson– the taller of the two women– disinterestedly to focus his singular gaze on his wife. 

“What were you two talking about?” His voice cracked out sharply, he wanted to feign indifference but that ship sailed. He watched the panicked look spread across Y’N’s face, something predatory curling deep in his gut at the doe eyed look. Her mouth moved as if she was thinking of multiple different answers all at the same time. He watched expectantly as she blinked for a second. The silence weighed heavily until she softly spoke. 

“I don’t think I want to go to the Eyrie anymore.” Her tone wavered slightly at the end, clearly stumbling to find her nerve. Before he could interject her girlfriend piped up. 

“Trip’s off.” Emerson’s tone was far more sure, and she locked her hazel eyes onto Aemond’s and set her jaw stubbornly. Y/N fidgeted with her hands lightly, looking not at all surprised when a low laugh erupts from Aemond. 

“Everything is booked, and we can’t get our deposit back. You’re going.” The words hung in the air with a finality he thought was clear. Apparently the tone kicked something into gear, amusement bubbled up at the sneer pulling across your cute little face. This was going to be adorable. 

“You could cancel and pay for this trip five times over and still not noti-” He refused to let you finish, putting up a hand as if shushing a noisy toddler. 

“Why exactly?” He questioned, pulling his hands to clasp each other behind his back. He took half a step towards Y/N, relishing in the way she took half a step back. He watched Y/N’s face stiffen, before she lowered her gaze. 

“I just have a really bad feel-” Again cutting her off, Aemond laughed. Relishing how small she looked after he started, he put up his hand again. 

“So you want to cancel a trip I have spent thousands on because of a bad feeling.” He spat each word out with more venom than the last, before he spared a second glance to his wife, watching resignation fall over her face. 

“Good talk.” You mumbled, keeping your head down and quickly exiting the kitchen. Aemond went to the bowl of pineapple and popped a piece in his mouth, chewing it while maintaining eye contact with Emerson who stood there a second longer. He didn’t need the last word, he had already won. Eventually she rolled her eyes and walked off too, muttering something to herself. Aemond simply grabbed the pineapple and returned to his office. He had work to do. 

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‘Three years after her disappearance, two fishermen spotted her body floating on Lake Crescent. What they found was horrific. When taken to the medical examiner her flesh sloughed off in the same way Ivory soap woul-’ 

“Okay I know it’s literally in the name but this is getting pretty morbid.” You chimed, loading the last of your toiletries into your bag. Flipping the lid over, Emerson followed your silent cue and pressed down on the top of it while you zipped it shut. 

“What’s morbid is you packing enough clothes for a month.” Emerson teased, tracing her fingers up your waist lightly enough to almost tickle. “Seriously, are you planning on pissing yourself repeatedly every day you’re there?” Digging her fingers into your flesh lightly, she pulled you in. You relished the feeling of her slender arms around you, and the cascade of her chestnut hair over them. “I know you’re nervous about this, but try to have as much fun as you can. If nothing else to spite Prince Zuko.” You couldn’t contain the laugh that rang out of you at that, you knew it was below the belt but you couldn’t help but lean into it just a little. 

Covering your left eye you summoned the most grave expression you could muster. “I must capture the CEO position of Targaryen Tech to restore my honor.” You grumbled out as best you could, quickly giving way to giggles. “God how did we never see that until now?” You questioned, leaning your head back against Em as she kissed your forehead. 

“Well, inspiration only strikes around my muse I guess.” She quipped, pulling you in tighter before you sighed. You wanted to stay in her arms like this, softly rocking back and forth to a rhythm that wasn’t playing in your bedroom forever. The pit of dread in your stomach only grew, and you squeezed the arm she held across your chest gently. Picking up on the cue, Emerson dropped her hand and turned to face you full on. Grasping your face in both her hands, she pressed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. “I love you.” She whispered quietly, pressing her lips to yours for a sweet few seconds. “I found a website that lets me track your flight as it's happening. I know you probably won’t have wifi..” She trailed off. You smiled softly, leaning your cheek into her right hand. 

“You’re the prettiest stalker I could ever hope to have.” You teased, watching Emerson fluster for a second before the realization that you were fucking with her dawned. You two finally split apart. The ride to the airport was quiet. The two of you kissed in the car before she helped take your suitcase and carry on out of the trunk. “Bringing bricks along to your mountain getaway.” She grumbled as the suitcase landed with a heavy thud. The tech who took your bags at the gate didn’t flinch at the weight. You took that as a silent victory over Emerson and boarded the plane, the gnawing fear taking deeper root in your gut. You sat near the middle of the plane at an aisle seat, you couldn’t explain why but something told you that you had to sit there. Suddenly aware that you probably look weird, you lock eyes with Sara and let out a relieved sigh. Before you could greet her, the blonde piped up. 

“Your husband set all of this up?” She asked, gesturing to the rest of the cabin with a bewildered expression. When you nodded she whistled and let out a teasing “Thank you Mr. Targaryen.” She was quick to follow it up with “Does he have any brothers?” you held back a laugh at that. She and Aegon had been dating on and off for a few years now.

“It’s pretty much the only nice thing he’s done since we got married. I can definitely hook you up with his brother though.” Venting about Aemond felt freeing. Venting about Aemond on a plane that he was paying for was fucking cathartic. 

“Strictly dickly, no dice.” Sara replied teasingly, her face contorting in an exaggerated frown. 

“I’m sorry to hear about your condition.” You shot back, knowing that Sara wasn’t the type to take it to heart. She laughed again before awareness slowly crept across her face, by now she had to feel the anxiety radiating off of you. The others in the group had already started to pour into the plane. Most of your friends were already there, along with Baela’s creepy little sister and your in-laws. Jacaerys and Lucerys were both nice enough, Jace a bit reactive but not unkind. When they heard of the trip they had asked if they could join, and Aemond looked furious at the thought of them coming so naturally you extended an invitation. 

“Nervous flier?” She asked, her brow softening as you paused for a second. “Here.” she said, grabbing your hand and dropping a small white tablet into it before you could give her an answer. “I swiped it from my Mom’s medicine cabinet. She has like a million,” Sara paused to shake her head, shifting her gaze from yours. “She won’t even notice it.” You nodded at her, understanding the full implication.

“My Mom is the same way.” You reassured her. Grabbing a water bottle and downing the pill you grimaced for a moment at the bitter taste. 

“Almond mom?” You laughed sharply, nodding heartily as you passed her the water bottle. Sara popped the pill in her mouth before unscrewing the lid and downing some water with the pill.  

“Oh my god yeah, always announcing to the world that she only sniffed half of a string cheese for breakfast.” Your eyes involuntarily rolled at the memory. Sara was one of few people who could make anything better with a little smalltalk. The valium certainly didn’t hurt either. Eventually the chatter dies down between the two of you, and you both sleep deeply in your respective aisle seats. 

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When the chat bubble popped up in the upper-right corner of his computer for the third time, Aemond started to grind his teeth. 

‘this is important jackass’ 

‘its emerson’ 

‘theres something wrong with the flight’ 

Aemond exhaled sharply, taking a sip of black coffee and failing to hide his annoyance at the messages. He kept working, it was just like her to be dramatic about nothing. He didn’t have time to deal with her theatrics. Aemond left his phone on his desk and went to his morning meetings. They droned on, and the more his half-sister spouted off business terms she didn’t fully understand the more his mind wandered to Y/N. Had he been too harsh in his dismissal? Did it even matter? You weren’t actually his wife. The only thing that connected the two of you was a legal agreement. Why should he spare your feelings when you weren’t even his? You didn’t even acknowledge him these days. His knuckles ached as he released a fist he kept clenched under the table. Flexing his hand he chimed in when appropriate, relaying the quarterly metrics. After the meetings finished he returned to his office, placing his fresh cup of coffee on his desk and grimacing at the notifications on his phone. As if she could sense his avoidance, that was the exact moment the call bubble popped up. Pressing accept, Aemond couldn’t even get his one-liner out before he heard Emerson’s panicked voice. 

“They’re too far north!” Aemond paused in place for a second, awkwardly hovering over his desk, he never heard Emerson use anything less than a disdainful tone with him. He felt genuinely taken aback. “Did you hear me?” She demanded impatiently. There it is. 

“They’re too far north.” He repeated dispassionately, taking a purposely loud slurp of coffee. 

“Gods you’re so fucking.” Aemond smirked, practically hearing Emerson grind her teeth. If nothing else could be accomplished with this phone call at least he could make her day that much worse. You were fine, and that she was just pushing her drama off onto you again. He would wager she was the culprit behind your bad feeling at the very last moment. You needed somebody who wasn’t so tightly wound. Not like her. “200 fucking miles too far north Aemond!” The worry in her voice started to seep into him, before he shut it back out promptly. Now she was pushing her drama onto him. 

“I’m sure it’s just a refueling issue or something.” He mused, his tone flat. This was apparently not good enough of an answer since Emerson let out an exasperated huff. 

“So why would they be flying over fucking White Harbor when there’s a massive fucking airport in the Eyrie?? Seven hells use your fucking head something is wrong here.” Aemond found himself taking another sip of coffee, this one more of an act of discomfort than mockery. “You chartered the plane. Just call the fucking airline and see if they can get in touch with the pilots or something. If I turn out to be wrong you can make fun of me for it until the end of time. Just fucking call.” Aemond exhaled heavily, trying his best to convey annoyance. Suddenly glad for the barrier created by the cell phone, he kept his tone disinterested. 

“If I get around to it.” Aemond clicked the end call button before Emerson could debate further. His hands ached, and he reached into his desk to grab a small remote. Pressing a button, a few of the windows in his office glided open. Placing the remote back and grabbing his pack of cigarettes and a lighter, Aemond leaned against the windowsill. Inhaling and savoring the sweet sweet taste of future cancer, he breathed it all out into the streets of King’s Landing. The cigarette helped let off some of the tension, but he mentally cursed Emerson for the worry she instilled in him. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he texted Alys. 

‘1845. My place.’

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You dreamt of Aemond. You hated it, but you did. Ignoring him gave you a sense of control, but it also stoked the lingering worry that you did it because you didn’t want him to leave you alone. He was yelling again, while you cried tears that grew into little bundles of holly. Aemond grew angrier, shaking you half feral. Suddenly his body pressed upon you so hard you wheezed, an aching in your head as you felt your eyeballs press into your skull. You felt like bricks were being piled atop you for a few more agonizing moments before you inhaled sharply, your mind starting to waver in and out of consciousness. His eye locked onto yours, and he lifted the eyepatch above his missing left eye to reveal a triangular symbol. You started to register a rattling noise, and Aemond shook you harder, yelling about how you no longer belonged. You wavered between your conversation and bleary eyesight. Displeased at this, your husband gripped you as tightly as he could, his arms placing a crushing weight on your waist. 

“If you won’t listen.” He said, his violet eye blazing as he moved to grab your face. In his other hand he held a gag, and you resisted as much as you could. Finding yourself unable to speak or move, you mumbled “Get off.” weak as a kitten. Aemond didn’t relent, placing the muzzle on you. 

When the cold plastic finally sat against your face you came to. The rattling noise from your dream grew to a deafening roar, and the warning bells started to flare in your drug-addled brain. Your father was a test pilot for the Lysene Navy and had taken you flying in his Cessna whenever he was stateside. The rocking of loose baggage against the overhead containers was too hard, and the dips of the plane too steep. Klaxons sounded and you foggily tried to recall what the individual sounds meant. The nose. As if on cue, your blurry line of sight dipped about 20 degrees and up even more. Somebody behind you screamed at the last dip. You watched as the figure you hazily recognized as Laenor Velaryon held on to the seat ahead of him as best he could. He snapped a mask over the sleeping Floris, grabbed ahold of the armrest and tried to propel himself back into the aisle. That was the exact moment that your line of sight tips back up, before dipping back down again at a steep enough angle that it sent your eyes painfully digging into the sockets again. Your eyesight blurred once more, only to clear just in time to see the drink cart slam against the emergency exit. A grinding noise soon echoed in your ears as the upper left wall of the plane tore open and off. The wind howled and tore at any exposed skin it could. You could only watch in dazed horror as Laenor was sucked out of the plane to wherever he would land. Your senses started to return to you as adrenaline kicked in. Making a conscious move to control your breath, you tried to remember everything your father had told you. When the pressure weighing on your chest abated enough that you could move, you raised the shade of the window to look out. Your throat dried instantly as you saw the tops of pine trees scraping against the wings of the plane. The terror at the realization that you had slept through most of this crash was quickly dawning on you, as was the realization that the plane was still coming down too fast. As the screeching engine rocked you to the point of vertigo, you remembered your father’s words. 

‘Put your mask on. Stay calm. Cover your head and lean forward.’ You obeyed his commands, trying to fight off the last of the valium lingering in your mind. You knew you needed to remember everything he had told you. Your fingers dug into the nape of your neck hard enough to break the skin. You shut out the panicked sounds of screams around you. As the sensation of pain registered, one last thought came before blackness enveloped you. 

It’s been waiting for us. 

[lost-girl-2021]

(Excuse typos, my laptop broke so this is all via the phone and I'm very tired)

I really like the idea that part of why Neytiri is distant/cold to Spider is more to do with him being so fragile (and her not wanting to face anymore loss) than him being a sky person. Like, she's accepted Jake and all that and prob chills w Norm and Max at the very least.

I wrote a near-death childhood experience for Spider a while ago and I kind of keep linking it to why Neytiri never took him in like she did Kiri (beyond the obvious; Kiri is the daughter of a friend, Spider the son of an enemy; Kiri is one of the People, Spider "can't be").

Idk, just kinda like trauma bonding but the opposite I guess? Like, there was a traumatic experience that drove her away from him rather than closer I guess.

*shrugs* whatever, lmk what y'all think. Also, if anyone knows any good laptops/Chromebooks $200 or under, please lmk. I'm in the USA, so Best Buy, Walmart, etc is what I'm looking at. Thanks in advance!

[curlclans-war]

just realised all my previous/next links broke so i think i've fixed them... lmk if anyone finds any problems

[primalseraph]

local seraph makes an intro post after procrastinating on it for weeks...

hey, call me primal, hana, or levanael! :3 im a minor, so nsfw/kink blogs dni please! i like drawing, games, reading, writing, sewing... generally just making anything i probably do. and i know enochian kind of? im also learning japanese for fun mainly. i dont want any discourse or drama btw!

im not looking to date, so do not hit on me! even if we're around the same age. i will block and ignore you. it makes me uncomfortable.

you can call me anything really, just ask me before using it!

this is my nonhuman/side blog, not sharing my main unless i know you!

(you might see it if i like your post before reblogging by accident tho <_<)

// they/it/xe/+

kintypes // blinkies (EYESTRAIN/FLASHING CW)

if that doesnt link to anything, either the separate posts havent been made yet or it broke!

-- -- tags:

#alterhuman : general alterhuman posts

#stimboards : aesthetic images/gifs i like or remind me of my kintypes

#angelkin : might be most of this blog. my main kintype!

#voidkin : same thing

#fictionkin : general fictionkin posts (also one of my kintypes)

divider credits under the cut :3

divider credits:

angel, crosses, etc / lace divider 1 / lace divider 2 / night sky / floral divider

if i missed credit on one of these, or you want me to remove the divider, lmk!!

[lesbiantrish]

For some reason my dms aren't sending??? Anyways here ya go!!

Alright so the way I usually download music is two different methods: either directly through spotifydown.com , which is better for individual songs, but tedious for multiple songs, because their album download feature just never works for me for some reason. However, it keeps the Metadata, which is incredibly practical.

If you want to download in bulk, I use a software called any video converter. It's a video conversion tool, but it also has an incredibly nifty feature where you can download youtube videos. So, copy the link to a Playlist or video, paste it into the video download tool, set download to audio only, and there ya go!! However, for some reason in the latest update, the audio only setting just broke, so either you can download an older version or just convert the video to mp3 using the same program.

Hope this helps!!! If anything is unclear lmk or if you just want me to do it for you and send you a Google drive link lmk, I can absolutely do that!!!

ty!!

[seokmins]

Hi, could I ask for link to your masterlist? I would like to read your work but the links don't work (are for previous domain) 😞

hi <3 long story short - you should be able to find all of 31 of my completed written content under this tag :)

Sorry about that! At the time I made my masterlists/masterposts, tumblr was in between the beta editor that didn't allow more than 10 pics and broke much of the legacy editor's functionalities depending on what device you are on so I think I can only fix the urls on my phone which takes more time and effort that I just don't have lol. You can also check out my ao3!

Additional info no one asked for but I'm thinking that I don't have any big plans of really continuing much writing on this blog anymore anyways so most of my written content is unfinished/not that good anyways lmao and this has become more of a giffing/general kpop blog anyways. if i do pick it back up some of my wips, it'd be on another blog with a different storyline/characters mayhaps. thanks for understanding and lmk if you have more questions/any issues!

[yunjardi]

sex express

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[pairing: stranger.jake x fem.reader]

[warnings: smut [mdni], making out, public sex, sex with a stranger, unprotected sex [wrap b4 u tap pls], handjob, slut is used once i think, strangers to ???, almost getting caught lol [i think that's all but feel free to lmk if i missed anything]

pls don't fuck random people LOL

[quick a/n: to give you guys an idea of the setting, think of this train as one that has the interior of the one from polar express LMFAO yeah like one of those rail car trains. but anyway, this also takes place during the winter because i really need winter vibes to be injected into my veins rn :,) i hope you enjoy this little touch of winter during the still lowkey warm weather depending on where you are geographically lol]

p.s. this is heavily inspired by this one video i could send you upon request bc i don't wanna link it 💀

you came out of your toasty and warm house during another cold winter evening to get on the night train to travel two towns over to where your only few friends lived. they had made plans to have a gathering just in time for the winter holidays, and you couldn't just turn them down because they were too far away from you, so you decided that getting on the train was the easiest way to get there in time.

shivering, you waddled into the entrance of the train, clad in a grey long-sleeve shirt and your warm black puffer jacket. you handed your ticket in and you were welcomed into one of the quiet train cars. since it was the night train, there were seemingly no other passengers coming aboard which led you to believe that you'd be alone the whole duration of the train ride. you let out a satisfied sigh knowing that the journey would be a quiet and peaceful 3 hours that you could spend asleep on a seat or just staring into space, undisturbed. those thoughts quickly dissolved once you heard someone else come into the train car. this time, you let out a different kind of sigh.

but upon further inspection, you came to realize that the guy who came into the train car and sat down in the seat across from you was incredibly handsome. so handsome that you didn't even realize that your eyes were completely glued to him until you heard the voice of a woman.

"would you like anything to eat or drink before we depart?" an employee asked with a smile. you looked at her with wide eyes and let words spill out of your mouth.

"n-no, i'll be okay, thank you," you sputtered out followed by a sheepish smile. she nodded and went on to ask the handsome guy the same question.

"just water is fine, thank you," he responded with a smile. your ears perked up at his aussie accent which, in your opinion, made him even more attractive. the employee also seemed to be smitten by him, and you couldn't blame her because you were both gawking at his handsomeness.

the employee handed him a bottle of water from her cart before turning around to head out. "oh and if you guys need anything at any point during the trip, there's a button right there to call for assistance." you and the guy both glanced over to where she motioned, and it turns out the button was on the wall that your seat was against. you shrugged it off because you knew you wouldn't need anything for the duration of the trip anyway, and you just went back to enjoying the vibe of the train ride, trying not to glance over at the hot rando that you'd be sharing the train car with for the next 3 hours.

silence fell over the room as the lights slightly dimmed, creating an even more relaxing atmosphere which made you let out a quiet and content sigh.

you were just about to doze off before the guy broke the silence.

"so, where are you headed?" he asked, his accent making you start swooning again.

"same place that you are," you chuckled. it was literally a one-way trip to one location, which made it abundantly clear that he was just trying to make small talk considering that you were both going to the same place. unless he was one of those idiots who goes on the train just to see where it ends up.

"okay good point," he said with a sheepish laugh, "well then, what are your plans when we arrive to town?" you zipped your jacket up before answering.

"nothing much, i'm just heading over to see some friends for a few days. i don't really know what they have planned, so i'm not fully sure," you responded, to which he smiled and began removing his dark blue jacket.

"i noticed you zipped your jacket," he said as he approached and eventually sat in the seat directly across from you, "take mine." you blushed as he draped his coat over your shoulders, immediately beginning to feel warmer after being engulfed in this handsome man's jacket that smelt of crisp cologne.

"you're such a sweetheart," you thanked him indirectly with bashful smile, "i'd hate for you to get cold, though." your frown turned into a mild pout as you tried to shimmy out of his jacket. he reached out his hand to stop you.

"don't worry about it, beautiful," he chuckled, "it's silly that we seem to already be on 'jacket-sharing terms,' yet i don't even know your name yet."

he had a good point.

"i'm y/n," you introduced yourself with a warm smile, still slightly taken aback by him calling you beautiful, "and you are?"

"jake," he replied back with more of a smirk than a smile, which made you blush even more than you already were. thank goodness it was cold because you wouldn't be in this position, talking to a cute guy, if it weren't for the fact that he lent you his cozy jacket.

"well, it's a big pleasure meeting you, jake," you smirked back, "and thank you for letting me use your jacket." you cozied yourself into the soft material, silence falling between you two once again.

jake couldn't help but fixate his eyes on you looking comfortable in his coat, and he'd be lying if he said that it didn't make him feel some type of way. he figured that since you two would be stuck together for the next 3-ish hours, he would take this opportunity to shoot his shot and see if you two were riding the same wave.

"so," he began again, "are you still cold? should we warm up a little more?"

his words teased you, making you feel tingles in between your thighs and a knot forming in your core.

"what do you suggest we do?" you said innocently as you looked into his pretty brown eyes, leaning in closer to him, "tell me, jake."

his ears seemed to perk up at the sound of his name leaving your lips, his sweatpants becoming a little tighter.

"come here and i'll show you," he smirked, patting his lap for you to come sit. without hesitation, you went to his seat to cozy yourself into his lap, straddling him.

"feeling warmer yet?" he chuckled and bit his lip as he ran his hands down your waist, eventually getting close enough to your ass to spank you. you let out a yelp at the sudden spank but later giggled as you experimentally rocked your hips back and forth, earning a low groan from him as he got harder and harder by the second.

"hmm..." you pretended to ponder, "i think i could be warmer." he smirked as he gazed into your eyes, catching you off guard with an amorous kiss to which you began to kiss him back. you grinded your hips against him as you two got lost in your make out, occasionally moaning into the kiss while he began to feel your body. his hands eventually met the elastic of your leggings, a smirk forming on his face as he began to slowly pull them down your ass and legs.

"if you start taking off my clothes, i'll get cold again," you pouted, "what will you do then, hm?"

"you'll see, beautiful," he flirted lustfully as he continued to toy with your waistband painfully slowly when it got closer and closer to the bottom of your ass, "you might even break a sweat if i'm not careful."

by that point, your pants were finally down at your ankles, so you leaned over to the side to discard them onto the seat you were previously in. now you were left on top of him in your tight long-sleeve shirt and panties; a sight that jake seemed to adore.

you two just met and he already couldn't get enough of you.

"can i take yours off?" you asked, referring to his sweatpants and boxers as you slid your fingers ever so slightly past his waistband. he eagerly nodded his head as he assisted you in taking off his now tight bottoms.

your eyes lit up as you watched his hard cock smack against his abdomen. just by

the looks of it, you could tell that it would hit you in all the right places, which only excited you further.

"can't stop staring?" he smirked as he gentle brought your hand over to his length, inviting you to feel him, "don't be scared; you can touch, beautiful."

after getting his permission, you wasted no time spitting on his member, wetting his cock before beginning to pump it in your hand. jake let his head fall back while you worked your hand around his girth, collecting the precum from his tip to lubricate him more. "yeah that's right, just like that, baby," he praised you as you jerked his cock harder.

"i'm supposed to be warming you up, remember?" jake asked with a chuckle as he settled his hand on your ass again, pulling your panties down with one hand; an action that turned you on to levels you've never reached. before positioning you the way he wanted you to be, he put your wet panties in the pocket of his sweatpants that were still halfway down his mid thigh. you couldn't help but let out a quiet mewl at the sight which make him smirk at you and your sudden shyness.

he stood you up and turned you around, experimentally rubbing your clit before teasing you with his thick tip. his cold fingers shocked you at first, but it felt good nonetheless.

you were now in a position where you could ride him while facing away from him, giving him a full view of your pretty ass. thinking he was about to put is cock inside you, you pushed your ass against his thighs eagerly, but you felt his tip completely pass your entrance. you whined impatiently, wanting to feel him inside you, but you were soon met with tingles going down your thighs from him sliding his still lubricated member through your closed thighs, fucking them as your ass bounced against him.

"mmmh," you gasped out as you felt his cock begin to slide against your wet entrance, further teasing you, "fuck, i need you inside me." you voiced boldly, making him pull his cock away from your thighs and position himself just centimeters away from your entrance, eventually pushing himself in.

the two of you moaned in sync as you started to gently bounce your ass on his thighs, trying not to moan too loud due to the fact that you were afraid of the employees hearing you two do the deed. his tip massaged the deepest parts of your pussy, making you bite your lip, still trying to control your moans.

"fuck," you breathed out, again, trying to control your volume, "jake, you feel so good." he continued to earn moan after moan from you as his tip steadily stimulated your sensitive sweet spot.

although he loved the sight of your pretty ass bouncing against his thighs, he wanted to look at your, even prettier, face while he fucked your tight, wet pussy, so he pulled his length out of you, turned you around to face him, and sat you back down on his cock.

you let a loud moan escape your lips as you put one your arms against the wall and a hand on jake's shoulder for stability. you couldn't tell if you felt the wall go in for a second or if you were just so engulfed in pleasure that you were genuinely getting dizzy.

"so cute," jake cooed as he gripped your ass, "you're moaning like a whore for me, can't keep quiet, huh? such a slut. taking a stranger's cock like this." you let out a needy moan in response, putting your hand on your mouth to prevent yourself from getting any louder. "hey, don't do that, baby. i want to hear you moan for me," jake said with seduction coating his tone as he took your hand away from your mouth and placed it back on his shoulder.

you took that as a queue to fuck yourself on his cock in a rough manner since you, according to jake, didn't have to be quiet anymore. you let him thrust into you as you rolled your hips against his, jake's eyes fixed on your boobs that bounced through your tight long sleeve shirt.

jake's eyes rolled back as your walls began to pulse harder around his big cock. "fuck," he panted, "can i cum inside you?" he asked with a whisper as you bit your lip and nodded your head, giving him full permission to empty his load inside your pussy. "good, because i don't know how much longer i can last," he admitted with a chuckle as he grabbed onto your hips again, beginning to thrust his hips into yours even harder.

it was at that point that you were so lost in pleasure that you couldn't even warn him that you were about to cum; you simply whined and moaned which was enough to tell him that you let loose. following your lead, jake shot his warm seed into you, creaming you as he continued to thrust into you, making sure that he fully emptied himself in your sore pussy.

you stayed on his lap for awhile until you both calmed down enough to put your clothes back on. jake sweetly helped you put your panties and bottoms back on, offering you some of his water afterwards.

jake fully pulled his sweatpants back on and invited you to stay on his lap to which you happily obliged.

your ass naturally cozied itself in his crotch which made him blush a little, trying to control himself and not get hard all over again. it was very clear that he was tensed up from trying not to become aroused again and you couldn't help but smirk.

"how about round two pretty boy?-"

the sudden creak of the door made your hands stop in their tracks, the employee from earlier standing in the doorway with widened and shocked eyes.

"d-did someone press the button?"

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a/n: hi gang 👍 i'm procrastinating on writing big projects by writing these little fics (sorry LOL) send any asks to be added into any of my taglists & i hope you guys enjoyed this 🤝

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[yup-thats-me]

To be with you || Johnny Depp x fem!reader

May I request a story with Johnny and curvy reader please? They used to be best friends, but they lost touch after he married, mostly because his wife didn’t want him to be near her and reader didn’t like her either (she saw her true colours but knew Johnny wouldn’t listen). After his divorce he tries to find her and resume their friendship, although both of them are deeply in love with each other, neither of them act on it (she especially because she’s very different from the women he usually dates). One night, he appears in front of her door and they catch up, and passionate loving smut ensues please? request by @being-worthy

a/n: Thank you requesting! I really hope this lived up to your expectations, although I think I got off track. sorry ):

warnings: angst, fluff, smut, daddy kink, overstimulation if you squint, oral (f reciving), PiV smut. Lmk if I missed anything

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PLEASE IF ANY OF THE THINGS MENTIONED TRIGGERS YOU DO NOT PROCEED

There, Y/n sat on her couch in her apartment, the years-old polaroids lying before her on the coffee table.

She was reliving the memories. The countless memories she had made with her best friend of 10 years, Johnny Depp. They had met by accident when Johnny had bumped into her in a café.

The minute y/n locked her (e/c) with the black ones, she knew she had fallen. The way he calls her 'love', 'babe', and numerous other names he had made for her.

A particular picture caught her eyes. Staring at it, she was taken back to the day.

~

Johnny waved at Y/n as he dropped her off at her apartment. He and y/n had went to a "best friend dinner date", a thing they both did pretty often. Y/n smiled waving back at him.

It was now eight years since y/n met Johnny at the café. They had been best friends ever since that day. They did all things together. If Johnny had to audition for a role, he'd take y/n with him. If directors wanted to have a formal dinner with the actor, he wouldn't hesitate to take y/n, saying he needed her as he needs oxygen.

The same was for y/n. When she was called for an interview at her job, Johnny went too. Whenever she'd face a breakup, Johnny would take her out for shopping, bring ice-cream, and watch sappy movies together.

They were so in love with each other. Everybody but them could see it. Johnny's co-stars, would often ask them if they were a couple. they said they looked so in love. Y/n and Johnny would just smile.

It took y/n years to even realise how much she wanted him.

Walking back towards her house, she looked at her reflection before the bathroom mirror. "Okay, y/n. You're gonna confess to Johnny that you love him", she pointed at herself.

She'd been debating whether or not she should tell him or not, but she knew when to grab the opportunity before it's too late. She smiled at herself and went to bed.

She was woken from the ringing of her phone beside her on the bed. "Hello J?" She asked in the phone groggily.

"Hey sleepyhead. Wake up. Meet me at the downtown café, in an hour. I have someone I want you to meet", Johnny instructed.

They hung up a few minutes later. Y/n dragged herself to the bathroom and began to get dressed. And within an hour, she was done.

Locking her door took a cab to the said cafe, the one where she met him. She took their usual spot on a corner side table. She looked outside the glass window, waiting for Johny to arrive, when she saw the familiar black car park in the parking lot.

She squinted her eyes as she watched a bright red kitten pump step down from the car, before the image of a lady in a red dress emerged, with Johnny helping her out. Y/n's heart broke at the view. She wanted to be the lady. She was jealous of her before Y/,n even knew her name.

Johnny linked his arms with the lady's opening the door to the café. Johnny spotted y/n sitting in their usual spot. He smiled at her.

They both came to the table and y/n stood up in order to greet them. Johnny was the first to pull her in for a bear hug. Y/n immediately melted at the gesture, but she caught the lady grimace at them.

"Y/n meet Amber Heard, my girlfriend. Amber meet y/n, the girl I told you about?" Johnny smiled at his 'girlfriend'. Amber smiled, clasping her hands with y/n's for a handshake.

Y/n smiled through gritted teeth. They all sat down and ordered their drinks. The meeting was somewhat tolerable. The more Amber spoke, the more y/n knew she hated her. It was as if, she had this aura to her that screamed she was danger. Y/n something wasn't right with Amber but what she couldn't place her finger on.

All throughout the meeting, Amber grimaced everytime y/n giggled or laughed at Johnny's and her's inner jokes. Whenever y/n would play with Johnny's finger rings,a thing she always did, Amber would shoot her a look of absolute disgust to y/n and snatch his hands from her to interlace them with her own. Y/n looked away not being able to contain in her distaste for the woman.

They said their good-byes hours later, Johnny walked back with his arms wrapped around Amber's waist. Normally, Johnny would offer a ride back home to y/n but today he didn't. Y/n was left stranded. Johnny even had the audacity to not look back at his best friend before he drove away.

That night, Y/n screamed in her pillows. She cried untill she felt no more tears were left. She stood in front of the mirror with red puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

"How could you even think he'd like you. Look at you", she pinched her waist harshly. "Look at this skin. The belly. You're nothing like Amber. She's perfect in every way. Her figure, her smile, her posture. She's perfect. And you-" she screamed before she fell to the ground. "You don't stand a chance with him. She's a super model. And you're just a plain old girl", y/n sobbed

It now has been months five y/n's meeting with Amber and Johnny. Johnny had been out of touch lately. He wouldn't call Y/n, nor text her to aske how her day which he did usualy.

Y/n was sitting in the same café when she noticed. Johnny come in the room and walk towards y/n. "Hey." He said.

"Hey", y/n replied simply.

There was awkwardness between them. The same people who would have to clutch their bellies for their laughter had nothing to say to each other. Johnny had changed.

"So, I'm going to propose Amber", Johnny declared. Y/n nodded. "That's great. I'm happy for you", y/n out on one of her fake smiles but internally, she was screaming.

"But there is a issue", he continued. "Amber told me I have to stop talking to you if we're supposed to be together."

Y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing. How can anyone put that kind of bargain. "What? That's ridiculous.You didn't agree right?She asked in pure disbelief.

Johnny's silence gave her all the answers needed. "Oh my god! You already did!" Y/n gasped.

"You know how much I love her. I can't afford to loose her".

"And you can afford to loose me?"

A silence fell over them again. Y/n sighed beginning to gather her things before standing up. "Well then. Good bye, Johnny Christopher Depp."

She was already at the parking lot about to get in her car when Johnny grabbed her wrist. "Wait Y/n!"

"What Johnny what should I wait? I've waited long enough. That day you introduced me to Amber fucking Heard, I WAS GOING TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVED YOU!" y/n screamed in his face.

He let go of her wrist. He was frozen to in his spot. Y/n cried pushing Johnny in the chest, making him stumble back. "YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!" she screamed again.

They stood that way for sometime before Y/n got in her car and drive away. It was her turn to leave him stranded.

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The sound of the bell distracted y/n from her thoughts. Getting up from the couch she was surprised to see Johnny Depp at her doorstep.

She opened the door immediately wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in for the biggest hug. Johnny hugged her back. Although y/n hadn't saw much of him in last few years, they still had the bond.

She led them both to the couch. Y/n m offered him a cold glass of water which he gladly took. They sat there and Johnny told his best friend what he'd been going through. How Amber abused him, blamed him for something he didn't do. Amber was a monster just as Y/n had imagined her to be.

Y/n cradled Johnny as he told her how Amber cut his fingers. After he'd calmed down, she offered him something else to drink. "Just water please," Johnny replied wiping his tears away. It was very rare of Johnny to cry and seeing him like this, y/n felt her own tears escape her eyes. She nodded and walked to the kitchen to get the water.

When she came back, she saw Johnny sitting there with his eyes closed. "Johnny?" Y/n asked her best friend. He seemed to be anxious, y/n can tell that by the look on his face.

Johnny turned to face her slowly. "Y/n I need to tell you something," he started nervously. Y/n nodded her head with an encouraging smile, signalling him to continue. "I love you. I love you almost more than I love myself" (a/n: saw what I did there? No? Okay:")) Johnny confessed.

Y/n was frozen in her seat. Her mouth open, trying to say something but she was dumbfounded. It was like when a teenager who wanted a pet for so long that when they finally are given one, he just doesn't know what to say. Too happy to say or do anything.

Johnny took her silence in a negative way. He already began to mentally bang his head against a wall. He felt so stupid to even think y/n could like him.

"I-I love you too."

Did I heard her right Johnny questioned himself. "You do?" He asked for clarification.

"I do. You forgot what I said there in parking lit Johnny?" Y/n asked her best friend. Johnny remembered their break out nodding at the memory.

They sat still for a moment. Making sure this wasn't a dream. When Johnny came back to his sense, he leaned in towards y/n's lips. His thin pink lips almost grazing against her plump ones. He looked at y/n for one last time before he smashed his lips on her.

The kiss was slow. It was building up in them since years but both being afraid of the aftermath, they held back. But this time they didn't needed to. They could just scream they love eachother on the top of their lungs, knowing how the other felt. And that's exactly how they felt at the moment.

Johnny's lips were stilll dancing with hers when his hands slipped down to grip her waist, pulling her to make her straddle his hips. Y/n, now seated on both his thighs took the liberty to slither her hands around his neck, drawing him closer to her.

The kiss getting intense with each passing second, both having the desire to do more than just kissing. Johnny took the initiative as he wrapped his strong arms around y/n's thighs beginning to stand up with her in his arms.

Y/n let go of his delicious lips to leave a surprised squeal at his actions. She was enjoying the position just for a minute before her body self image began to trouble her. "Johnny...put me down. I'm heavy", she said half heartedly.

"Bullshit. My arms were meant to hold you. Just you", he replied attaching his lips to the supple sking on her neck, making her moan softly.

Johnny finally managed to get in the bedroom with a few rough kisses on her neck on the way. He laid her gently on the bed as if she was a glass work that would break if he wasn't being careful.

Y/n looked at him crawl his way over to her tortured lips, his knee between her thighs. He cupped her face, leaning down for a smearing kiss. This one being more intimate and passionate than the one they had downstairs.

His kisses trailed down from her lips to her neck leaving yet again red marks along the skin. When his wet, flushed lips reached the borderline of y/n's bluse, he looked up at her, the black obs blown wide with lust.

Y/n nodded at him softly, signalling him to take the garment off. Johnny took his time as he slowly got rid of the cloth. He was greeted by the beautiful view of her plump, (s/c) mounds being held in the right fabric of the black bra.

"Can I take it off?" Johnny asked grazing his hands on the open skin of her chest. "Yes, please" She moaned.

He arched her body upwards his hands sliping back to unhook the bra. When he did, her breasts fell out, an invitation for him . He led out a growl tossing the fabric across the room.

Groping the soft flesh is his hands he attached his mouth to the bud making y/n throw her head back in pleasure. With his mouth on one tit and a hand on the other he pinched, rolled, pulled the bud.

Giving the equal ammount attention to the other mound, he trailed down further. Kissing every inch of skin, he made his way to where she needed him the most.

Pulling her skin tight jeans down, he glided his hands on her clothed heat. "Please Johnny, please" y/n moaned again growing impatient by his teasing.

"Tell me what you want, sweet girl" he chuckled at her darkly his hands looming over her heat rubbing slow, intense circles.

Y/n was quite for a moment. Feeling his blunt fingertips roll circles on her clit. Seeing her not answering, he stopped all movements. "Daddy asked you a question, bunny," he mentioned his voice low.

Y/n composed herself to give the answer. "I-I want. I want you to touch me," she through heavy pants.

"Who will touch you baby?" He asked still not resuming his previous actions which she desired so badly. "You daddy. Daddy will touch me," she whined.

Satisfied with her answer, he pulled down the black panties down her ankles. "That's right, pet. Daddy wil touch you. Daddy's gonna make you feel so good."

He took his position before her dripping pussy. Licking his warm tongue along her slit he placed a kiss on her clit. Looking up, he saw y/n staring at him with her mouth agape.

"Watch daddy as he eats you out, doll", he commanded. She nodded at him. Getting back to work, he sucked on her clit. Y/n arched her back wanting to give him more access of her pussy.

Johnny inserted two of his blunt finger in her hole, curling them inwards. Pulling them back he thrusted them back in, the sound of her wet pussy encasing his fingers filling the air with y/n sweet moans

He added another finger in. Now three of his fingers fucking her pussy, he began to suck on the bud. Sucking as if he would take out her life form the little cunt.

The pleasure was too much for y/n. His lips sucking on her clit, his blunt fingers thrusting her hole, she came undone on his face.

She half thought he'd be angry, she was wrong. She watched him lick her clean of all her juices. Drinking the last drop, he came back up to her.

Pulling her in for a filthy kiss, y/n moaned in his mouth tasting herself on his tongue. Johnny parted form the kiss, taking his trousers off now beginning to get rid of his shirt. Y/n's hands indistinctively went to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons she helped him get undressed. As soon as the shirt was gone, she scratched her fingers on his sculpted abs, leaving red marks in its wake.

Hovering over her body, he aligned himself with her entrance. "Ready baby?" He asked. He can be cocky at times, but he still cared for the girl he loved the most. Y/n didn't answered, she pulled him in for another kiss. Johnny took the opportunity and pushed himself all the way in her pussy.

Y/n moaned into the kiss. She could already feel how deep he went. Johnny let her adjust to his size. When she nodded at him, he pulled his length out and thrusted back in, making both of them moan loudly.

Johnny felt y/n's pussy hold him in, making him groan at the feeling. Y/n sucked on his neck harshly. He was too big for her. She felt as if she he'd split her open with his massive cock.

Looking straight in her (e/c), he licked up her face. Nasty but kinky. Y/n was a moaning, whimpering mess. "You're taking me so well, love. You feel so good around my," he whispered in her ears biting the lobe.

Y/n was feeling the coil of her second orgasm tighten. "D-daddy. I'm close," she whimpered.

"I know bunny. I feel you. I'm close too, hold on for me, bunny," he replied snapping his cock in her pussy relentlessly.

"On my count. One, two, hold on, three", he counted for her and him too. As soon as he finished counting, they both came instantly. Their juices mixing with the other.

Johnny pulled out, making y/n whimper at the loss of his presence. He then went to her pussy which was dripping out both of their cum. He licked up along her slit, y/n screaming at the sensation, her pussy was still sensitive. He continued eating her out till their juices were all gone down his throat.

He came back up, slowly kissing y/n. He smiled down at her. "I love you y/n. I love you", he said putting his forehead against her.

"I love you more, my love", she replied. Johnny fell at the bed beside her, pulling her close to his bare chest, pulling her close.

It took them mere minutes to fall asleep, the feeling of each other making them forget about the world.

[getsojaded]

part i: non-refundable || calum hood

word count: 1.8k

warnings: swearing

a/n: weeeewww mini series in da works lfggg. i got this idea based of those tiktok’s where exes break up but they still go on their planned trip together bc they can’t do anything abt it hence the name of the series LOL hopefully this doesn’t turn into a shit show!! lmk ur thoughts xoxo

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You’re casually scrolling on your laptop, looking through your old emails and clearing out any unimportant ones. You had a habit of signing up for one too many subscriptions, resulting in your email inbox constantly being clogged.

“Why did I even sign up for the Gymshark newsletter? I stopped going to the gym three months ago,” you sighed to yourself, earning a laugh from your roommate, Gabriella as you unsubscribe from the athleisure apparel website and delete, yet another email. You take a look at the email below the one you had just deleted, as the words Flight 1120 Confirmation caught your eye. You forget for a moment how this ended up in your inbox, but the memory almost instantly catches up to you and your breath hitches.

“No fucking way.” You say to yourself outloud, causing your roommate to look over at you. “What happened?” She asks concerningly, and you shift your laptop towards her, giving her a clear sight of the email you clicked on. “You forgot you’re going to Japan?” she asks, confusedly. “I forgot I’m going to Japan.” You copy her words. Her face is still laced with confusion, wondering what could be so bad about forgetting a trip you planned. “Sorry Y/N, I’m not picking up what you’re putting down.”

“I forgot I’m going to Japan with Calum.” You state, holding your head in your hands. “Oh. OH.” Gabriella then comes to the realization of how severe this situation is. “What are you going to do?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do? I haven’t talked to him in like, 5 months! Do I just contact him out of nowhere and be like, ‘hey, I know we haven’t spoken since we broke up but is our Japan trip still on?’?” You’re now panicking, getting up from your seat and pacing around your shared living room. “Okay okay, let’s calm down for a moment. Maybe you still have time to talk to him about it, and refund the ticket. Let’s not get too worked up here,” Gabriella attempts to reassure you, moving your laptop closer to her and searching up the terms and conditions. “Here, refund and exchange inquiries.” She clicks on the link, and you lean over her shoulder, eyes grazing over the screen. “Okay, it says that you can refund your ticket if your scheduled flight is more than 4 weeks away. Let’s check when your flight is.” She switches tabs, going back to the email with your ticket and confirmation. “Scheduled flight is June 27th. What day is it?”

Your eyes dart over to the top right corner of your laptop. June 14th. “No fucking shot,” You groan in defeat, taking a seat beside your now, concerned roommate. “I have two weeks to bring this stupid trip up to him?!” You exclaim.

“Y/N.. I would do everything in my power to get you out of this if I could. However, the only way you’re going to deal with this is by talking to him. Is it going to be that hard? Did you guys end off that badly?” Gabriella asks you, and your mind shifts over to the last time you had seen your ex-boyfriend.

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“You know I love you.” Calum states, taking a hit of his cigarette. It’s about 2 in the morning, and you two have been having a heavy conversation, to say the least. About the two of you, your relationship, and life itself. Tears have not fallen just yet, but you’d be lying if you said that you haven’t blinked back them multiple times tonight.

Calum’s not speaking much. You’re used to it. After being with him for 3 years, you’ve grown to appreciate how closed off he is about certain things. However, tonight is not one of these nights to hide your emotions.

Calum is a week away from heading off on the 5th 5SOS tour, and the day he arrives home, you’re off to Canada for a few months for a couple of business trips. This is a recurring event, only beginning to happen about a few months ago, where one leaves, and then when they come back, the other has to take off. You and Calum are both well aware of the situation that your careers have put you through, but neither of you have had the courage to speak up about it. Until tonight. Except, you had to be the one to bring it up.

“You know I love you too. It’s just.. we’re not aligning. You’re gone half the year because of touring and the moment you come back, I’m off on another business trip. How many times has this happened? And how many times have we not talked about it? We can’t keep ignoring the elephant in the room that’s been here for months, Cal.”

Calum’s head is in his hands, sighing at the complications of this conversation. He has a bad feeling about the outcome of your relationship by the end of the night, but tries his best to ignore it, despite the large pit in his stomach. “I’m not sure what you want me to do here, Y/N.” he replies bluntly, unable to put his thoughts into words.

You start to grow annoyed with the lack of response in his statements. “Can you at least try to say something helpful? It feels like I’m the only one trying to put effort into salvaging our relationship!” You exclaim, getting up from your seat and walking around, trying not to get too heated.

“I just fucking said that I don’t know what you want me to do! What fucking else do I say?!” Calum is now angry, harshly throwing his cigarette on the ground and putting it out with his shoe. “Want me to tell you ‘oh don’t worry baby, we’ll figure this out and we’ll be all sunshine and rainbows’? We can’t figure this out, Y/N. I think you know what I’m going to say.”

Calum regrets his words instantly, the moment he sees the pain planted onto his lover’s face. “Y/N, wait-” “I don’t wanna hear it, Calum.” She cuts him off, and his heart stops at the use of his full name – aside from tonight, he can’t recall the last time she’d call him that. “If that’s what you’d like to do, throw the last 3 years away without even trying to have a proper conversation about it, then so be it.” She angrily spits out, wiping the uncontrollable tears from her eyes. Y/N quickly gathers her keys and phone, and starts walking towards the front door. “It was nice knowing you, Calum. I’ll grab my shit when you leave.” Are the last words she says to her now ex-lover, slamming the door on her way out.

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“Pretty fuckin’ badly,” you mumble, trying to ignore the pang in your chest after reflecting back on the last time the two of you had seen each other. “Gab, I’m fucked. I have no idea what to do.”

“You’ll figure it out, Y/N.” Gabriella takes notice of your distress, and pulls you in for a comforting hug. “I’m sure Calum doesn’t hate you, and is willing to have a civil conversation about this.” You pull away, with doubt written all over your face. “I don’t know about that one, Gab…” you trail off, zoning out for a minute, before an idea comes to your mind. Your eyes widen ever so slightly. “Wait, I’m going to call Luke.”

“Luke? Why Luke?”

“Maybe he can go on the trip with Calum instead of me,” you suggest, grabbing your phone and dialing his phone number.

3rd Person POV:

All four boys are currently at Michael’s house, enjoying their well deserved break from music. They’re currently on Michael’s Playstation, trying to beat each other in FIFA. The music in the background comes to an abrupt stop, causing Luke to get up and grab his phone, as he’s the one on aux. “Hold on one second, I’m getting a phone call.”

The other three pay no mind to it, continuing their game as Luke leaves the room for a brief moment. Just as he closes the door, all three boys can hear his faint voice say “Y/N, what the fuck, how have you been?”

Michael and Ashton turn towards Calum, who now has a confused look on his face. Michael pauses the game, as Ashton asks his two friends beside him, “Did I just hear what I think I heard?” Michael, with wide eyes, nods his head slowly and Calum’s expression hasn’t changed. He’s frozen in place, almost. Even the sound of her name still has such an effect on him.

“I wonder why she’s calling..” Michael trails off quietly, and Calum quickly shakes off the emotions he had just felt. “Unpause the game, it’s probably nothing.” Calum states nonchalantly, Michael following his friends’ words and continuing to play.

Luke doesn’t come back for another 10 minutes, and when he does, he walks out with concern written all over him. Michael feels like it’s a good time to pause their game once again, and when he does, Luke sits down in his previous spot and asks Calum, “Are you supposed to go on vacation with Y/N in two weeks?”

“What the fuck?”

“Bro.. what??”

Calum, this time, is now actually frozen in place with wide eyes. Completely forgetting about the trip you two had planned, he has no idea what to say. “Y-yeah, I am. I forgot about that,” he manages to get out. “Well, she just called me, saying that the tickets you two bought together are non-refundable now. She asked me if I wanted to go with you so that the ticket doesn’t go to waste, but I’m heading off to Vietnam with Sierra a couple days before.” Luke states, rubbing his chin.

Calum doesn’t know what to feel. How is he supposed to feel? He feels a bit upset that she contacted Luke before contacting him, but at the same time he’s relieved. He doesn’t think he’d be able to face her without any sort of warning beforehand. He’s wondering if you had forgotten about the trip as well, just like him. His heart rate is at least 120 beats per minute, and his thoughts are all over the place, and the first thing he is able to say is “Can either one of you come with me?”

Ashton and Michael look at each other, and Michael’s the one to speak up first. “Did you forget I’m going back to Australia in three days? What about you, Ash? Last hope.” Calum looks at Ashton, who has a disappointed look on his face. “Nah man, my family’s coming in next week.”

Calum groans in defeat, throwing his head back, closing his eyes. “Well fuck.” he states, causing the three other boys to eye each other with concern. “What are you gonna do, man?” Luke asks, causing Calum to shake his head.

“There’s only one thing to do.”

“Which is?”

“Call Y/N and figure this shit out ASAP.”

[imagine-knowing-a-name]

Part-time Avenger

Summary: Natasha gets Instagram to improve the Avengers’ public reputation, and Jeff doesn’t like to be left out

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1881

Warnings: I don’t think there are any but lmk if I should add something :)

A/N: Sorry I haven’t been writing much recently, uni has just been a lot and I’ve been lacking motivation, but to ease myself back into it here’s a Jeff fic! And it’s not just one, this is going to be the first of three parts (they’ll just be more closely linked than most of the stories in the JFU)

Part of The Jeff Fictional Universe

[Jeff gets Instagram - Part 1]  [ Part 2 -> Full-time Land Shark] [Part 3 –> Shark Ambassador]

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It wasn’t hard to tell that Natasha wasn’t happy right now. For one, she had been scowling for the entire meeting, for two, she narrowed her eyes and shook her head every time you made eye contact. She wasn’t mad with you, but your attitude probably wasn’t helping. 

You always had a solution though, and that took the form of the land shark on your lap. “Go cheer up Nat” you whispered to Jeff, hoisting him up and lowering him to the ground. He squirmed the whole way down until his feet managed to graze the floor, at which point he calmed down and strolled over to Natasha. She had turned her attention back to Tony so he nudged her leg, prompting her to look back at him and lift him up. A small smile broke on her face due to the actions of the baby land shark, until she started listening to the meeting again.

Apparently, the Avengers’ reputation had taken a hit, again, and it had been left to Tony and his promotional team to get it back on track. His cunning solution? Making each person on the team get a social media account, because sharing facts about your personal lives made you more ‘relatable’. 

For you, that was fine. You already had an Instagram account of your own volition, and you kept it active because you were in a follower war with Tony, your respective follower counts consistently overtaking each other every month or so.  For Natasha, however, the orders were a bit more unpleasant. “As a spy,” she protested, “my whole job relies on making sure the public doesn’t recognise me. This would be a hindrance to that.”

Unfortunately for her, Tony was quick to shut down her complaints, pointing out that she was already a well-known public figure due to her Avenger status, having done photoshoots and public Q&As. She begrudgingly accepted it, though not without many more complaints. It got to the point where you threatened to call Yelena; her sister could always prove that point.

You knew Natasha wasn’t truly mad at you because she stuck with you after the meeting had ended, following you into the kitchen. Despite that, she still gave it her best shot to throw you dirty looks whenever your eagerness became too apparent. But even then, the grumpy persona was muted due to the fact that everyone’s favourite land shark was having the time of his life clinging onto her shoulders. You slowed your pace down once you noticed it, forcing Natasha to slow down too, and making it less likely for Jeff to fall off. Although he was doing a superb job hanging on by himself.

You got to work on a peanut butter sandwich as soon as you arrived in the kitchen, knowing you were going to need to hand one over to Natasha as soon as you said your next line.

“The whole team has to do it, you know, there’s no point being grumpy about it”

“It’s just so stupid, why would knowing about our private lives make us more likeable? And it’s called a private life for a reason” she grumbled, snatching the sandwich from you before you could even offer it over.

“You’re welcome” you muttered, loud enough for her to hear and thank you, though not without an eye roll.

“It just makes you seem more relatable to the public, an actual person rather than just some hero with no personality. Besides, you only share what you want to share, I can help you with that, I’m a pro”

“You can help if you want, but I’m going to be doing the bare minimum posting” she stated between bites. You shrugged. That’s what she might think, but you also knew Natasha was competitive, once she actually got the account set up and started gaining followers, Tony would certainly annoy her enough into joining the competition. 

Sometimes, it felt like she could read your mind, because the second she locked eyes with you, she was shaking her head again, dipping it to the side. “I’m not joining your follower count competition.”

“You always want to beat Stark. And I almost have more followers than him, I’m second out of the Avengers! Therefore, you can’t escape the competition.”

The assassin was quiet for a moment, eyes lowered towards the table counter in contemplation. “Did you seriously just say you were second of the Avengers?” she sighed at last, “Y/N, I love you but… you and Stark are the only ones with Instagram, you’re second of the two Avengers on Instagram?”. 

Even Jeff looked disappointed in you now that Natasha had said that. She had always been his favourite, despite everything you’d done for him. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you sulked, “I’ll still be up high when all the rest of you join”

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Wanda accompanied Natasha for your lesson on account set-up. They both had to do it, so it made sense for you to check that both women did it correctly at the same time. There had been some rules set by the publicity team; namely that their names and bios couldn’t be anything original or funny (which really ruined most of your ideas), so it was just their names and their bios stating their occupation as Avengers.

The team had done plenty of photoshoots over the years, so there was no shortage of options for Wanda and Natasha’s profile pics, it was just the first post that was tricky. The given advice for success had been to post a new photo, something the public hadn’t seen, something that would garner attention from the media and from Instagram users. Wanda had one ready, a photo Peter had taken during training a few days prior, her back to the camera and her arms in the air, surrounded by scarlet magic.

Natasha, however, had more of a struggle. “I don’t have any photos of myself on my phone” she complained.

“I have so many of you” you muttered, already scrolling through your own camera roll for some.

“You don’t have any selfies?” Wanda asked with shock

“Why would I?” is all she was met with. It only took a second of eye contact for you and Wanda to know what you had to do.

“You’re taking one right now, go on” you prompted. Once she was taking the photo you practically vaulted over the sofa to get in the background, while Jeff had the same idea, jumping onto her lap and tilting his head up, so the tip of his nose just about got into the image.

“I would’ve just taken the photo with you two in it if you’d have asked” she huffed, but you waved her off,

“It’s more fun this way, how does it look?”

The photo caught Natasha’s widened eyes at the surprise, and the beginnings of her laughter. It had you skidding past in the background, and Jeff was trying desperately to be in it too.

“It’s a good photo, actually” Natasha commented.

Wanda came around to approve it as well, “it’s exactly what Tony wants the public to see”. Natasha nodded, all of you in agreement, and posted the image, finishing their account set-ups.

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Within a week, Natasha already had half the followers you had taken years to gather. Her posts made the public go wild, easily accomplishing the task of garnering trust and support for the team. Just as you had anticipated, it spurred her on to keep taking photos and accompanying them with comments about the day to day life with the Avengers, much to Jeff’s chagrin.

You took Natasha and Jeff to the park for a picnic, the little land shark having to wait patiently while you and Natasha kept trying to sneakily take photos of one another.

“Mrrr” he whined, nudging the food basket.

“Give us a sec Jeff, we’ll eat soon,” you promised. When he looked up, you tilted your phone towards him, showing him the photo you’d just taken of Natasha hiding behind her phone. “What do you think of this one buddy?”

“MRRR!” he snatched the device from your hand and ran off, leaving you scrambling to stand up and chase him. By the time you had caught up, he had stopped, your phone half a metre in front of him and he was glaring you down, as if daring you to take it back.

He approached it again, letting you do nothing but watch. Somehow his nose registered as a tap, opening Instagram. It took some trial and error, but he made it onto your profile, looking up at you just before he hit ‘add account’.

“Oh,” you sighed, “that’s it? You just want your own account?”

“Mrrr” he affirmed, nodding his head for good measure.

“You could have just said that” you shrugged, walking up to Jeff and retrieving the phone. He trotted beside you as you walked back to Natasha, then, once you had sat down, he whined and clambered onto your lap to remind you of the agreement.

Natasha tilted her head, silently asking what had just gone down.

“Jeff would like his own Instagram,” you explained, “so I’m setting one up for him”

Her eyebrow raised, but ultimately she let you be, nodding and setting up the food while you took care of Jeff.

“What do you want your account name to be, Jeff?”

“Mrrr”

“Jeff, underscore, the, underscore, land, underscore, shark-” you spoke as you typed, but a choked cough from Natasha cut you off. She was trying not to laugh when you looked up, lips pressed tightly together to contain it. It hadn’t been a particularly funny name, or so you thought, so now it was your turn to silently question your girlfriend.

“You got all that from a mrr?” she smirked, flicking her eyes between you and Jeff. The land shark tilted his head at you, and you did the same to him.

“That was what you said, wasn’t it Jeff?”

“Mrrr” he nodded, leaving Natasha muttering something under her breath about the ‘impossibilities of that being a language’. Either way, you ignored her, moving on to select Jeff’s favourite photo of himself as a profile picture. He looked back at Natasha when it came time to pick his bio, then towards you with a ‘mrrr’. He wanted it to be like Natasha’s, he explained.

“You aren’t technically an Avenger though Jeff”, you commented, immediately regretting it when his eyes drooped and his whole body disheartened. You tried to save it, “I mean, obviously we’d have you when we need, how about part-time Avenger?” you suggested.

Jeff accepted it with a nod. After a pause, he added another mrrr. “And full-time land shark” you translated, for Natasha’s benefit, the redhead smiling widely at the interaction. “Okay, part-time Avenger, full-time land shark? Sure thing”

Jeff grinned, hopping around in circles of excitement… until he realised that Natasha had lain out the food. You had to grab him mid-air once he saw that, stopping him while he dove towards the meal, otherwise there would be nothing left for you.

You had two thoughts; his excitement for food would always overpower social media, and you were going to need to get Jeff a phone of his own.

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Next Part

[hunterxschafersxbitch]

the spins ch. 1

Links to the Ao3 post will be up soon, but lmk what you think! It’s been a hot minute since I wrote fic

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“Please - just go with me here,” Lexi whispers as she pulls Fez to her lips. 

Or - Lexi pretends that Fez is her boyfriend when Ethan is a complete asshole tries to push past her boundaries.

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Lexi is every shade of vanilla under the sun. Everyone knew it. She knew it. She liked vanilla, though. Vanilla was comforting - the smell of her scented candles as she finished her homework, the smell of cupcakes freshly baked, the slight scent of her clothes as she pulls them from the dryer. 

She could tell you six ways to Sunday about the effects of six different drugs, but she would never take any herself. Everyone knew that the only reason she was here was because she was Cassie Howard’s little sister, like that made anything better. They were indifferent to her presence, felt all the more out of place by her plaid dresses and lace peter pan collars. 

Sometimes she felt like she could melt into the wall, for all the difference she made. In the context of everything that made up this room full of gyrating, drunk, hormonal teenagers, she was a lamp. Not that it mattered to her. An impartial observer, she tells herself. A ghost ship passing in the night. 

She wishes she’d said no when Cassie asked her tonight, bribing her with a braid crown and ownership of a tube of MAC Russian Red that Cassie had bought a month ago and never used. But she had secretly coveted that lipstick, and Cassie knew it. 

“It’s just so not my colour,” Cassie said, gesticulating with the lipstick and she turned to face Lexi. “What a waste,” she jokingly continued, and that’s enough to get Lexi to shut the lid to her laptop and give a huffed ‘fine’ as she gets up to get changed and snatch the lipstick from Cassie’s smug extended fingers. 

And now, instead of yet another episode of Forensic Files, Lexi was at yet another party on yet another Friday night. She thinks wistfully of her bed and the fact that she was oh-so-close to starting a new season that it wasn’t even funny. She pulls out her phone with her free hand, lamenting that fact that it wasn’t even close to midnight. Cassie is in the corner, on the lap of some guy, all teeth and giggles as he whispers something in her ear that undoubtedly isn’t funny. Lexi rolls her eyes. Same fucking Cassie. 

Lexi is broken from her musings by some drunk guy bumping into her, a wall of muscle and Axe body spray and beer. Ironically, she should’ve smelled him coming before he probably broke her fucking toes.

She’s knocked off-balance, prepared to fall, even, because she should not have asked what the fuck could go wrong- a strong pair of hands around her waist manages to save her from mortification and a shower of candy-coloured vodka. 

When she meets his eyes, she’s slightly breathless. They’re gorgeous, cerulean, and kind. And he looks familiar - he might just be a regular fixture at one of these, same as her. 

His eyes crinkle slightly as he pulls her back to standing upright. “You allgood?”

“Yeah,” she says, breathless. “I- Thank you.”

“No sweat. You Rue’s friend, right?” He smiles slightly at her, and she still can’t place him. Except he’s really cute. 

It doesn’t escape her that this has to be the first time that she wasn’t just ‘Cassie’s little sister’. She’d heard that so many times she figured she should have a t-shirt made. 

“Yeah, since like preschool,” Lexi smiles, and then realises what she’s said. Stupid stupid stupid. She rushes to correct herself, to play it off. “Sorry, I don’t know why I said that.”

“You good. You met when you met.” He’s still got that small smile on his face when he looks at her and she realises one of his hands are still on her waist. His eyes are still captivating and oh-so-close.�� “Can I get your name?”

“LEXIIIII!!!” Jules runs up to her, shattering the moment. They both take a step back. Mystery guy removes his hand from her waist and she finds herself missing its presence. “Have you seen Rue?” 

“Nope, sorry.” She internally curses Jules for ruining the moment. Mystery guy catches her eye and the corner of his lip upturns as his eyes narrow, like he can somehow guess what she’s thinking. 

“Fez, have you seen her?” Wait, Fez?! Not like- oh no. 

Fez’s voice breaks her out of her internal spiral. “Yeah, I think she’s around here somewhere.” 

“I’ll help you look, if you’d like?” Lexi’s voice doesn’t quite sound like her own - not that anyone would particularly notice.

Jules puts her arm around Lexi’s waist and she laments the fact that it feels nothing like Fez’s. She turns to glance back at him, and in a rare moment of self-confidence, mouths “later?”

His small hopeful smile and nod is all she needs.

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Rue is located fifteen minutes later in a small bathroom. She looks slightly out of it, but that is now Jules’ problem to deal with. For now, Lexi can’t wait to get back to Fez. She finds it weird how excited she is to see him again, how she suddenly doesn’t feel so much like a fly on the wall. 

She’s walking through the hallway, almost reaching the room Fez was last in.

Someone catches her arm. “Hey Lexiiiiiiiiii,” Ethan’s voice drawls as he pulls her in close. “How you doinnnnn?”

“Hi, Ethan. Where’s Kat?” She asks, cordial. At the mention of Kat’s name, Ethan’s gaze darkens. 

“She’s not the one for me anymore, Lex. I’ve done some thinking, right-“ he burps, straight into her face, and Lexi thinks oh dear lord this is so not what she fucking needs right now. “I’m in love with you. It’s always been you, Lex - you’re so nice and so kind and you’re really pretty and fuck it-“ he leans into plant one on her mouth and it is by some small miracles that she manages to tilt her head down so that he starts making out with her nose instead. His hands start reaching down her body, grabbing her ass. It takes him about three seconds in his drunk state to realise that her nostrils aren’t her open and willing lips, and when he resurfaces for air, she takes the liberty of shoving him off her. 

“What in the actual FUCK, Ethan?” She demands, putting as much space between her and him as she possibly can. 

She thinks he could do one of two things. Apologise or go home in shame. To her surprise, he does neither. 

“What are you fucking talking about, Lexi? I thought you were interested in me?? You were always asking me how my day was going-“

“Yeah, cause I’m a nice fucking person, Ethan!” She has so much rage and disgust balled up in her fists right now. 

He continues, undeterred. “Plus, you’re damn near unfuckable. When was the last time a guy even looked at you? I figured I was doing you a favour.”

“Yeah? Well, my boyfriend is gonna beat the shit out of you!” the excuse sounds pathetic to her as well, but she’s just so fucking mad that she can’t even think straight. 

“Boyfriend?” Ethan scoffs. “You don’t have a boyfriend. You’re fucking pathetic, that’s what you are.”

Lexi back away from him. “Oh yeah? Watch me.”

Lexi storms away, and suddenly walks into Fez. “Hey, Lex, I was just starting to miss you,” he smiles down at her, before noticing her expression. 

She looks up at him. Her heart starts beating fast. Fuck it. She thinks. She leans up to his ear. “Please - just go with me here,” she asks, and she doesn’t know whether its a prayer or a request. She leans back slightly and meets his eyes. The silent ‘yes’ is everything she needs.

Then she pulls him close and kisses him. 

The kiss is everything to her. At first, it’s slow and tender, like he’s not expecting it.

But his lips push against her with more urgency, and his hands come to rest on her waist and against the back of her neck, pulling her to him. Lexi reciprocates with the same urgency, her hand against his cheek, and she can’t think of anything but the feel of his stubble under her cheek and his lips against hers and how his body feels and fuck she’s not religious but she might convert after this because this is heaven. He moans slightly into her mouth and she could’ve wept on the spot.

The moment is broken when Ethan scoffs. Fez and Lexi gaze into each others eyes with wonderment. 

“Whatever, bitch. You’re still unfuckable and pathetic anyway. I bet you that Fez is only with you cause-“ His words are cut off when Fez slams him against the wall. 

“Leave. Now.” Fez says in a low growl, hands scrunched up in Ethan’s shirt. The intensity in his gaze makes Lexi feel warm.

To his credit, Ethan nods. Fez releases him after a second and he fully scurries off. 

Fez turns back to Lexi, his expression unreadable. Lexi doesn’t know if she wants to kiss him again or run away. 

“What was that?” he asks. 

“Nothing-“ she squeaks out. “I’m sorry, Ethan was being a jerk and started ranting that he was in love with me and pawing at my ass-“

“Isn’t that dickhead Kat’s boyfriend?” Fez glances after where Ethan ran out.

“Yeah. Still is, but after tonight, I don’t know.” Lexi can only look at the ground. She wants the earth to swallow her whole, to go back to being invisible. 

“You allgood?” He returns to stand in front of her, tilting her chin up so her eyes meet his. 

“Yeah. No. I don’t know.” Lexi averts her gaze once again, mortified. “I’m sorry I pounced on you, I told him you were my boyfriend and-“

“Hey look, you don need to be sorry bout nothin.” His gaze is intense but entirely in a different way. “Besides, I liked it. Ion know if you don wanna do that again, but that was some kiss.”

“Really?” she asks, entirely puzzled. 

He breaks out into a small smile. “Yeah.” He looks up at where they are, faceless teenagers piled into the hallway, uninterested now that the fights over. “Wanna get some air?”

“Yes please,” she says, letting him lead her outside onto a wooden swing set away from the crowds and the booze. 

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“I didn’t get to tell you before, but thank you.” She leans her head against the rope of the swing, looking over at him. 

“Lexi, you kiss me like that every time, I’ll be your boyfriend any day of the week.” He looks back at her, pulling out a blunt and a lighter, proffering both to her. 

She thinks fuck it. She’s already been fearless tonight. What’s a little more?

She puts the blunt to her lips and lights it. Breathing in, she immediately coughs. 

“Easy, Lex,” Fez says, moving over to her. He takes the blunt from her fingers so she can cough some more. “You don’t smoke much, do you?

“Never.” 

“You sure you wanna start now?” She nods in answer, sneaking a glance at him. He looks down back at her with those kind eyes. “Okay,” he says, coming to face her, kneeling in between her legs. “You put it to your lips, breathe into your mouth, and then breathe down into there.” He points at her lungs, never breaking eye contact. 

She does as instructed. She can’t look away from him. He’s looking at her like she’s precious, like she’s there, and it takes everything in her not to kiss him again. She passes the blunt back to him, but he stays there, still kneeling. His hand finds hers around the swing rope and tentatively encloses it. She smiles. 

“You know, this is not how I thought my night would go.”

“Forreal? You doin this every week, Lexi?”

“No, its just, I usually spend these things in the corner, counting down the minutes until Cassie wants to go home. It’s probably been years since I kissed a guy. I’ve been reading Wikipedia articles on my phone for hours before I met you.”

“Anything interesting?” He asks, extinguishing the end of the blunt in the grass next to them. 

“You know the Muppet song? ‘Mahna Mahna’?” she lightly hums a little bit of it to jog his memory. “It actually comes from a softcore Italian porno.”

Fez laughs. Like really laughs. Its unadulterated and she finds herself smiling in turn. “Forreal? Ain that for kids n shit?”

“Yeah, I have no idea how it made it in but there you go.” Lexi smiles sheepishly. 

“Do you have any other interesting facts for me, Lexi Howard?”

“How did you know my last name?” Now it’s Fez’s turn to look sheepish. He rubs the back of his neck slightly, breaking eye contact for a second.

“I asked Rue about you when we were inside.”

“Why?” She tilts her head slightly - no one had ever asked about her. Ever. Usually people were asking her about Cassie, as if being the gatekeeper of her sister was an honour in itself. 

“Why? Cause I thought you were beautiful n shit,” he continues, honesty dripping from every word. Blushing, Lexi looks back at him. “You don’t have to be nice to me. I did just accost you in the hallway,” she says, eyes darting away from his. 

“Why you always be doin that shit?” he asks. 

“What?”

“Doubting yourself n shit. You gorgeous, Lexi Howard. You gorgeous and smart and a great kisser.”

“Thanks,” Lexi says slowly, as though she’s tasting each syllable on her tongue. 

Cassie suddenly bursts out. “LEXI!!!” She runs out as best she can, considering the grass and the heels. 

Fez ruefully stands up and moves away from her. 

“What’s wrong, Cas?” She asks, noticing the slightly tear tracks that mar her makeup. 

“We gotta go. We gotta go. Please, Lexi, take me home right now.”

“Okay, okay,” Lexi says. “You’re explaining yourself when we get home, okay?” She looks back at Fez with regret in her eyes, scared that the spell will be broken if she leaves now. Lexi turns back to Cassie. “Go get your stuff, okay? Phone, keys, purse, jacket. I’ll meet you outside in five.”

Cassie moans. “Noooo - he’s in there. I can’t go inside. Please, Lexi?”

“Okay,” Lexi fishes her keys out of her pocket. “Can I trust you to operate this?” She’s only half-joking - Cassie once fell asleep on the bonnet of her car. 

“Yes yes yes! You’re the best sister ever!” Cassie is jubilant at the idea of leaving, which concerns Lexi, but only for a minute. Cassie toddles off, all heels and stumbling. 

Lexi turns back to Fez. “Well, I gotta go play ‘I Spy’ with all of Cassie’s shit before she pukes in my car.”

“For sure,” he says, looking unsure. 

“What’s up?” she asks.

“Yo, can I like, get your number or something?” he asks, suddenly shy.

“Yeah, course,” Lexi tries to sound less enthusiastic, but she hates the way it comes out of her mouth. She hands him her phone. “Is it, like, weird that I don’t want to leave?”

“No,” he smiles back up at her, pausing for a second before he hands her phone back. “Ion really enjoy these things, but if you gonna be here,” he continues, smiling. 

Lexi smiles back. “Thanks, Fez, for everything.”

“Hope to see you soon, Lexi Howard.” Fez’s sincerity is unmissable, and it erases any trace of her anxiety. She heads back inside, glancing back only once to see Fez settling back into the swing, eyes still locked on her. She waves slightly, and he smiles. 

She wants to stay, but she’s gotta be Lexi Howard, sister extraordinaire, keeper of Cassie Howard. And she’ll be damned if she’s never hated that role more.