#these men had never reached out specifically to speak to me before...

[sailornymph]

Uchiha with pregnant s/o please?

oh my love; uchiha men

synopsis — the uchiha men with a pregnant s/o

♡ madara uchiha

— you were in an arranged marriage with madara, who didn’t care too much to even be married because he had other matters to worry about. however, one night you cooked dinner, the both of you had too many drinks, and you woke up in bed with him

— you find out you’re pregnant when you are too sick to leave your room, so madara calls for a doctor to visit, who immediately tells you both, you are pregnant

— surprising to you, madara is very happy, hugging you, before going to tell the clan you were carrying his heir

— he is very protective of you and in a way, your pregnancy brings the two of you closer. he gets jealous when other men speak to you and annoyed when the women stop you. he just wants to keep you to himself to watch in amazement as your child grows. he also notices a glow on your face he has never seen before

— he tries to be very involved, but misses some events due to missions, but for the most part, he is very much present in every milestone of the pregnancy

— if your pregnancy happens during izuna’s passing, he will have you surrounded by security. everywhere you go, you will always have the best of the best uchiha shinobi accompanying you, if he is too busy

— he speaks to your belly every day, it is a part of his routine, as if the child is already here, he talks to them, telling them what he did, is doing, plans to do, and so on, and he doesn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment

— going into labor during your morning stroll, you give birth to a baby boy, naming him hiroshi

approaching his large home, he could see you sitting outside. his heart fluttered at the sight, he never thought he would see the day he felt so weak for you. your skin glowing, womb swollen with his heir, you were fragile, but he found himself accepting your weakness, especially in this current state.

“what are you doing out here so early?” he asked, as you ate the apple slices, sitting on the porch.

“i couldn't sleep, and the weather is nice,” you shrugged, as he approached, helping you stand.

“then i came at a perfect time, come, your rest is vital,” he said.

“your son won't allow me to rest,” you told him, as he walked you into the house. he couldn't help but smirk, he had been over the moon at the new that you were having a son.

“he’s ready to come out, aren't you son? you have a clan of people waiting for you specifically to be born,” he spoke rubbing your stomach.

“i can’t wait until you’re here either, so we can have our talks, without your mother’s ears, but she can stay for now since she helps you so much,” he shrugged, as you sat down together, still speaking to your tummy.

“excuse m-

“don't worry about what we’re talking about, get your rest,” he told you, laying your head on his shoulder, and rubbing your belly.

♡ itachi uchiha

♡ indra ōtsutsuki

— having indra’s first child and hagoromo’s first grandchild will be a very big deal

— unlike the rest of the women his father brought to him, for an arranged marriage, he found you tolerable. you didn’t chase after him and you weren’t completely weak and defenseless. he somehow found himself actively pursuing you

— you find out during a large feast amongst the clan when you go to reach for the sake bottle, and hagoromo stops you, saying how you shouldn’t drink for the next nine months, making indra choke on his food

— announcing to the clan, while the fetus was still in its very early stages, you were pregnant with his first grandchild

— you and indra hardly have alone time anymore, as your days are constantly filled with different clan members coming in and out of your home, treating you, offering decorations, gifts, congratulations

— indra prefers solidarity over being around his clan too much, but there are times when you both are alone, he will rub your tummy, speaking to the baby growing inside

— as your due date draws near, he puts his foot down and doesn’t allow any more visitors, other than his father or the doctor. you needed your rest and he would make sure you had it

— going into labor in the middle of the night, you welcome a baby girl, naming her sana

entering his home, indra furrowed his eyebrows, seeing the guest bowing at your feet, asura standing beside you. you were exhausted, hiding it behind a smile, as you told the clan members they didn’t have to bow to you.

“out, all of you, out” he said, activating his eyes.

“no need to be aggressive brother, they only wanted to congratulate you both,” asura said, as the clan members hurriedly left.

“didn't i say no guests, look at her, she's exhausted, but that doesn't matter to you, as long as you can please the people, get out,” indra said.

“that's not true, i didn't realize how tired she was-

“stay away from her, you're not welcome back until the baby is born,” indra said harshly.

“indra, honey, he didn't mean any harm-

“it doesn't matter what he meant, you can hardly sit up straight,” he told you.

“he's right y/n, i apologize for overstepping brother and i am sorry y/n, i should've been more conscious of your current condition,” he said, leaving the house.

“you didn't have to be so mean to him, you clearly hurt his feelings”

“his feelings aren't important, but yours and the baby’s health are,” he said, picking you up, and carrying you to your bedroom, laying you on your fluffy futon.

“he's your brother and your daughter's uncle”

“daughter?” he repeated.

“surprise, are you happy?”

“i would be satisfied with either, as long as they are well,” he kissed your belly, the baby immediately kicking.

“ugh, she's starting since she knows you're home,” you groaned, making him grin.

“hi princess, your mother and i can't wait until you're here. i can't wait to hold you. you will always be loved and protected as long as you have me. you and your mother,” he said, interlocking his fingers with yours.

“apologize to asura, she should have a bond with you and her uncle, i agreed to let the clansmen inside,” you told him.

“fine, tomorrow, i am busy, i have many things i'd like to say to my princess,” he said, as you felt another kick.

“see, asura has to wait, and princess, be kind to your mother’s body,” he said. smiling, you were happy he was enjoying this, acting like his old self, before asura was chosen over him by his father.

♡ obito uchiha

— you find out about the pregnancy about five months before the fourth ninja war

— he is ecstatic, he didn’t have anyone growing up, but now that he had a child of his own, he planned to love them with every breath in his body

— while he isn’t able to be present during doctor visits, he likes to hear every detail about what happened

— will have long conversations with your tummy, as if the baby is responding to him

— leading up to the war, he becomes much more protective, he tries to keep his life as a criminal hidden from you, but it is becoming impossible

— he makes sure to have plenty of resources put away for you and his child if he were to not return. hugging you tightly, he kissed your tummy a million times, before he left

— kakashi, his former friend he told you about, is the one to show up at your doorstep. his eyes widening at your huge belly, to give you the news that he passed, and how in the end, he chose what was right

— kakashi takes on the role of godfather, helping out whenever he can, when you finally give birth to a baby boy who looks like the spitting image of his father, and so he is named obito

“what’s the matter?” obito asked, as he entered your bedroom. you were stretching, an uncomfortable expression on your face.

“the baby is very active and won’t give me a break,” you whined, as he climbed in bed with you, his large hand rubbing your belly.

“what are you doing, little guy?”

“how do you know it’s a boy, it could be a girl,” you smiled.

“it’s like i can sense him, he reminds me of me, when i was a boy, and i was a handful,” he said, making you laugh.

“you can’t hurt your mother’s body, she is helping you grow, so that you can become strong. when you are out, you can bother me as much as you want, okay? i can take it, but your mother, she is fragile”

“we love you, and can’t wait to meet you, but you have to promise me that you won’t hurt your mother. you are already so strong and i know that you’re ready to be here, however, be patient, i’ve learned that good things come to those who wait. true strength comes with time, not overnight son, you will have your chance,” he continued, kissing your belly.

much to your surprise, the pressure lessened, as you stared at him with shocked eyes.

“they stopped,” you said, becoming emotional.

“i told you, he loves his father and i love him,” he told you, going to hold your belly once again.

♡ sasuke uchiha

— you become pregnant during your first mission together, since he came back to konoha. you began dating as genin, but he dumped you, leaving to join orochimaru. you tried to fight for him, alongside naruto and sakura, but he seemed like a lost cause. since he has been back, naruto and even lord sixth, kakashi, have been forcing the two of you to work together

— after awkwardly traveling for hours, you finally opened up to each other and he apologized for hurting you. the last thing you expected to happen was to end up in bed with him, as he held you close, asking you if you would be his girlfriend again

— however, when you are back in konoha, he is sent away on another mission, leaving you to find out the news on your own, after you pass out during your training

— returning home to visit you, the last thing he excepted was to see kakashi leaving from visiting you, and you tell him that you were two months pregnant. he immediately asks you to marry him and before the end of the week is over, the two of you have a very small wedding, with only the closest people to you invited.

— he is not home the entire pregnancy, he is picking up mission after mission, especially knowing that he now has a wife and child to take care of

— he finally returns about two or three weeks before you go into labor, completely stunned by how swollen your belly was

— he is very shy when it comes to interacting with your bump. he doesn't want to hurt you, what could he say to the baby? will they end up like him? will they even like him?

— he stays home until you finally give birth to your daughter sarada

making his way to the small house he shared with you, he gulped. you were probably angry with him, the fact that he hadn't reached out in over four months. he regretted taking the mission, not realizing how far and how long it would take. looking for the spare key, he opened the door, surprised by how nicely the house was decorated.

“stupid instructions,” you groaned, making him follow your voice. you sat on the floor in the nursery, the instructions to build the crib on the floor, alongside all of the needed tools.

“i can take care of this,” he spoke, making you look over, gasping. struggling to stand, he rushed over, quickly assisting you. as you stood tall, his eyes went to your bump. it wasn't nearly as developed the last time he had seen you. had he really missed so much?

taking his hand, you placed it onto your belly, he could feel their chakra, the movements of their small body.

“we’re having a girl,” you told him.

“a…daughter,” he said, completely shocked. feeling himself becoming lightheaded, he looked around the nursery, going to sit in the rocking chair, as you followed behind.

pulling you into his lap, he continued to hold your belly, staring in amazement.

“how is she growing?”

“she is healthy and very active,” you laughed.

“talk to her,” you encouraged, smiling as he looked nervous.

“hi,” his voice slightly cracked, as he glanced at you, when suddenly you felt a kick.

“she likes your voice, keep going,” you said, as he rubbed your belly, before exhaling.

“hi peanut, i’m your father and i can’t wait to meet you. i apologize for not coming to you sooner,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows as he struggled to form his thoughts into words.

[rubyvhs]

who’d believe? | dean winchester

summary. dean finds you six years after you ‘died’. tags. wc 2.3k, angst, mentions soulless sam. lailas notes. this is for my ‘stuck on you’ by meiko square for @jacklesversebingo + actually got inspired by @little-diable ‘s not a ghost fic. so so beautiful and i think everyone should go read it! ++ for my 500 celebration, so happy i got to it so quickly && the title is the translation of the song title. and most importantly, beta’d by the incredible @copperboom82 who made it much more readable and enjoyable.

You were never really a bar type of person, mostly because of the loud noise and smell, other than that, you liked a good party. But you decided you needed to celebrate getting your dream job, or, okay, whatever, your friend is forcing you to. 

"I'm not taking no for an answer," she said, handed you your outfit and went outside to get the car started, not even giving you time to reject the idea. Though the second you stepped foot in the lively place, you were glad you came.

The drinks and music were exactly what you needed; a nice night out with no responsibilities. And especially no men (at least none like those you work with, you're honestly over them). 

An hour into dancing with your friend, two more strangers join you. When the last song ends and another less 'pop' and more 'rock' one starts, they suggest going out to smoke for a second. Despite not once in your life trying it, you agree. 

You should really work on saying no.

Thankfully you're sensible enough to refuse when they try to hand you one, just standing next to them, linking your arm with your friend's. "Where do you work?" You ask one of the girls. She has shorter red hair that almost reaches her shoulders, black eyeliner and a septum piercing. In other words? Fucking sexy.

"Police." Your eyes widen and you stand up straighter. "Oh, stop it! You're fine."

You laugh but shake your head, "No, no, that's not what I meant, you're just so— cute, I guess. Wouldn't have taken you for the assertive cop type."

"Yeah, well," she shrugs, dismissing the thought. It's obvious she gets it a lot. "Saw the hottest guys today, by the way—"

Her friend interrupts, beautiful brown pin-straight hair, pale skin, a gorgeous smile; "God, he was pretty. And his brother too…”

"Oh yeah. Agent something and Agent whatever, I don't remember, I was too busy looking through the shorter one’s shirt." You all laugh, a sway in your demeanor. You're pretty sure it's the alcohol that's got them saying all this but it's funny either way. 

"Yeah, he was amazing. Like, those green eyes, honestly—" Your smile drops fast. Green eyes had always been somewhat of a trigger for you ever since Dean, especially that specific beautiful shade. Then again honestly everything's been a trigger: hunting, black cars, vintage cars, food, pie— you could go on.

"Oh and the way he walks? The little outward bounce of his leg, so cute!"

You shift, a little uncomfortable. How many guys do you know with bow legs, green eyes and are cops? They're probably not allowed to tell you he's FBI. 

The red-haired girl touches your arm making you jump. "Shit, you okay, honey? You seemed out of it."

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, just reminded me of someone. Old…" Dean. 

There he is. Alive and in the flesh. You don't become a hunter and not hear about the Winchesters, you, on the other hand, fly under the radar. Especially since you try to stay away from any and all hunters.

But you heard nothing of how gorgeous he has grown up.

The girls catch your drift mid-sentence and look back to see what you're staring at. A dumb-struck Dean. "Oh! Agent…" Her friend elbows her stomach and Dean doesn’t peel his eyes off of you to speak.

"Right, yes. Hi, Officer." 

She blushes under the dim light but Dean apologizes before breezing past them and holding your arm roughly to drag you away behind the bar. Your friend makes sure to motion to you if you need help before you let her know she should just get back inside. It’s pretty damn obvious you know the guy.

"Are you fucking serious?"

You let out a shy smile, "Dean, hey, how are you?"

"'How are you?'" He mocks, letting go of your arm aggressively, "'how are you?'"

"Is that not what they say anymore?"

"Are you serious?" He seems to enjoy repeating sentences much more than when you last saw him. "I looked for you, I mourned you." You mourned him too, in a way. 

You and Dean were acquaintances, occasionally hunting together until you stayed at Bobby's place for a week and he came to visit coincidentally. You both started talking more that night, exchanged phone numbers and became somewhat friends. 

Sam left for Stanford and you guys stayed together more frequently. Sam came back and you 'died'. Not on purpose, obviously, but Dean thought you died. You did, for a second, before you were brought back for some twisted, fucked up reason. Not that you knew it but if you did you're sure it would be fucked up.

By the time you woke up Sam and Dean had been long gone and your body had been buried. Didn’t burn your bones like he should’ve, no. He buried you. You're not sure which is worse.

"Look, I don't know what happened—"

"What does that even mean? You magically come back to life; you fucking call me! Ever thought of that?" A thousand times. 

But Sam had finally decided to come back and hunt with Dean, Dean buried you, and so, you'd reasoned he was fine. You knew that if you were Sam, your body would've been preserved in the Impala for months before he'd ever allow himself to do that, to put you six feet under. The fact that he didn’t hold on to you had to mean he was okay.

But neither of you deserve more guilt. "I'm sorry, Dean."

"That's really rich. Real rich comin' from you. Grieved you for goddamn years. Six." Huh, that's a lot longer than you’d have thought. You were sure it would be six minutes. You knew he cared about you, but Deans also a 'what's done is done' kind of man.

"I'm—"

"If you apologize, I'll kill you. Again." You're about to crack a joke but his glare sets you off. Oookay, tough crowd, whatever. 

"I wanted to call, I swear I did," how do you explain to the king of 'I don't deserve good' that you don't deserve him. He'll think it's a cruel joke. "I didn't know if you'd want me to reach out, I thought you were moving on with Sammy, okay? Going on with finding John. Me calling wouldn't have made a difference."

He scoffs, shaking his head. "I went to hell." You bite your bottom lip between your teeth. He sighs, a mix of emotions on his face. "You knew?" Your nod makes him turn around in anger (disappointment? hurt?), kicking the cardboard box as far as it'll go, another plastic one breaks and you flinch at that one. 

In your defense, everyone knows.

"I couldn't do that to you and Sam, you moved on, Dean, I heard about you and Lisa and Ben—"

"Where the hell did you hear that?" Hunters talk. And he knows it. He turns around in an angry haze. "I didn't fuckin' move on, alright? I did what Sam wanted me to do when I didn't have you. Because my goddamn brother was in a cage with Lucifer, and now he's walking around without a soul!" He raises his voice until it gives out and so does his breath. You can't help the way your heart clenches, not even because of the words, but the tired look behind Dean's eyes. 

Subconsciously, you move forward until you can hug him, and like he always used to: Dean throws himself into it, his head in your neck as he breathes you in. "I missed you." He whispers. 

You don't believe how easily he's adjusted to this. If you were in his place you wouldn't hesitate to kill him, thinking he's a demon or a shifter.

He chuckles, his whole body rubbing against you. "Haven't hugged anyone like this in— ever. Was waiting for you." 

He's never been safe, always made everyone else feel protected, you could only hope you built a safe place within yourself for him. You're at least close.

"I missed you too, De. Every single day, I swear."

You don't know what about the sentence sparks anything in him, but it does. He pulls away to smirk and push you against the hard wall. You gasp, doing nothing but turning him on more and giving him an entrance to your mouth. 

He kisses you like he's lost his mind. He has.

His touch is electric as he pulls you closer, the heat of his body searing your skin, the raw intensity of desire saying more than words ever could. The kiss evolves, turning feral, almost carnal. He holds you, firm but tender, and rediscovers your mouth like a starving man. He is, he hasn't tasted you in… ever. 

This is your first kiss with Dean, but the explosive chemistry between you makes the blood scream in your ears. It was never a secret that you and Dean were more than just hunters to each other, and it seems you dying was his last straw. 

"We— Dean, can't here—" 

He agrees. Or he doesn't. He's still kissing you and you're not sure if either of you are breathing. 

Eventually he lets go. "Yeah," he whispers against your lips, moving for another kiss, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, leaving a peck and panting out, "right." 

"'M sorry." God, why are you apologizing? Why are your bodies so far away?

He shakes his head, moves away (even if it looks like he's struggling to do so), "it's fine, what— you were here with friends? Are you staying?"

"Are you asking me to not stay?" 

He smiles, leans down for another kiss and you decide to say goodbye to your friends now or else you're never getting the chance. 

[afterglowsainz]

Carlos sainz number 2 please

i can fix him (no really i can) | carlos sainz

song; i can fix him (no really i can) - taylor swift

a/n: one of my favorites i’ve written

part of the spotify wrapped special

Carlos Sainz was a womanizer, flirt, and playboy, and no one could change him.

You rolled your eyes for the third time that night as you watched him flirt with the first woman who crossed his path at Ferrari’s end of the year party. Maybe it was a good thing this season was over and you wouldn’t have to see him anymore; after all, he was leaving, and you were staying. It wasn’t that you were envious with Carlos; it was just that his behavior stressed you out. Maybe he remind you a little of your ex-boyfriend? Whatever the case was, Carlos was far from your favorite person in the company, even though you seemed to be his.

“Why the face, preciosa?” another thing you didn’t like about Carlos—the damn Spanish nicknames.

“What face?” you asked, half wanting to punch him, half curious.

You quickly realized that if you felt even a hint of curiosity about what Carlos had to say, you’d probably had too much vodka.

“You’re looking at me like you want to stab my eyes out.” he laughed at his own joke, and you noticed he’d probably had as much to drink as you—if not more.

Your cheeks flushed with a mix of alcohol and embarrassment, but you weren’t about to show it in front of him. Thank Enzo for the dim lighting.

“You never change, do you, Sainz?” you muttered, taking another sip of your vodka martini. “Always so self-centered.”

The Spaniard smiled at you, one of those smiles he saved specifically for the hundreds of women he flirted with daily—one he used way too often with you. Before he could reply with whatever cheesy line he had prepared, Charles appeared beside you both, throwing an arm over Carlos’s shoulders and the other over yours.

“How’s it going?” Charles asked with a mischievous grin.

“Y/N’s drunk and I think she wants to kill me,” Carlos replied, maintaining eye contact with you.

“That’s not true!” you retorted like a child, making Charles laugh.

“Maybe you’ve had enough of these, huh?” Charles teased, taking the glass from your hand. “Mate, why don’t you escort her to her room, just to make sure she gets there safely?” he suggested, addressing Carlos.

“I don’t need anyone to escort me anywhere, and I don’t want to leave.”

“No problem.” Carlos ignored your protest, downed the rest of his drink, and gently guided you away from Charles and toward the exit of the party.

You didn’t say anything on the way, a little frustrated that both men had effectively kicked you out of the event but also a little tired, as the alcohol was beginning to take its toll. The party was being held at a luxurious hotel in Maranello, where the guests were also staying, and by the time you and Carlos reached the elevator, you’d mustered just enough energy to speak.

“Okay, we’re here. I guess you can go now,” you said, making no effort to thank him for accompanying you.

“I’ll walk you to your door and leave after that.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you replied.

“Y/N, contrary to what you might think of me, I am a gentleman.”

The elevator arrived, and Carlos gestured for you to step in first. Too tired to argue, you entered the small metal box and pressed the button for your floor. You allowed yourself to close your eyes for a moment, lulled by the gentle motion of the elevator. You might not have liked Carlos, but oddly enough, you trusted him.

However, your brief moment of peace shattered as the elevator jolted violently, and the bright white light flickered off, leaving you in dim emergency lighting.

“What the fuck?” you whispered.

Carlos acted quickly, pressing the emergency button. When nothing happened for a few seconds, he pressed it again, and this time a male voice mumbled something in Italian through the speakers. Panic crept into your chest as you turned to Carlos, hoping he understood better than you.

“The hotel is having issues with this elevator, but they already called maintenance. It’ll take about twenty to thirty minutes,” Carlos translated.

“Okay,” you replied, your voice weaker than you intended.

Carlos noticed the change in your demeanor despite his drunken state.

“You okay?” he asked, draping his suit jacket over your bare shoulders without asking.

“Yeah, it’s just… I didn’t expect to be stuck in an elevator right now, you know?” for once, you didn’t argue with his chivalry, instead pulling the jacket tighter around yourself, comforted by the scent of him.

Carlos nodded, moving closer when he realized you weren’t retreating as usual. You sat on the cold ceramic floor, and he joined you. Despite the proximity, the faint light made it difficult to see your face clearly. Maybe it was the dim lighting or the liquid courage, but he spoke up.

“Why do you hate me, Y/N?” His accent thickened as he asked the question, catching you off guard.

“I don’t hate you, Carlos,” you replied simply. When he realized you weren’t offering more, he pressed on.

“Doesn’t seem like it.” His tone lacked its usual playful edge; it sounded raw, vulnerable.

You turned to face him, even though you couldn’t fully see his expression.

“I’m serious,” you insisted. “I just think our personalities clash. But I don’t hate you.”

He nodded slowly. “You know I’m not really like that, right?”

You frowned, confused. “Like what?”

“I know what you think of me, but I’m not like that. I’m not a womanizer.”

You didn’t believe him, but you were kind enough not to say it aloud.

“I’ve never said that about you,” you offered, a little white lie.

“Maybe not, but I know you think it.” Carlos sighed, running a hand over his face. “You’re so frustrating, you know that?”

Before you could take offense, he continued. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for four years, and you never noticed.”

You were speechless. Completely and utterly stunned.

“Uh?” was all you could manage, feeling ridiculous. “But all the women…”

“Only one matters,” he interrupted, subtly gesturing toward you.

"Why didn’t you just say something?" you managed to ask after what felt like an eternity. You still needed to process his confession.

“You had a boyfriend when we met, so I didn’t. Then, when you broke up, you’d already decided I was just a player, which I’m not.”

Unintentionally, you pouted—a gesture he couldn’t see due to the darkness. You tried to take yourself back to those moments in the past when maybe Carlos had attempted to get your attention in some way, and how you’d always viewed his actions with ulterior motives. In your defense, as he had mentioned, you had a boyfriend when you first met him, and he was incredibly decent not to make a move during that time. But later, when your heart was broken, perhaps you hated all men, so it wouldn’t surprise you to think you had misjudged him all these years.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered sincerely, looking into his big brown eyes.

Suddenly, the space started to feel much hotter than before, although not for long. As quickly as it had malfunctioned, the flickering white light turned on, and the elevator began ascending again just as it had moments earlier. Seconds later, a soft ding and the glowing red numbers announced your arrival at your hotel floor, and the metallic doors slid open, welcoming three men dressed in blue uniforms—undoubtedly the hotel maintenance team.

The man closest to them apologized on behalf of the hotel in Italian, and Carlos responded that it was no problem, helping you off the cold floor and exiting as quickly as possible, his hand still holding yours.

When you arrived at your room, he let go of your hand, and you immediately missed its warmth.

“Are you going back to the party?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant while searching for your key in your purse.

“I don’t think so. I think I’ll head to my room to rest,” he replied, searching your gaze.

You nodded slowly as you opened the door, mentally debating whether or not to ask the question. In the end, the part of your brain fueled by alcohol, adrenaline, and the euphoria of his earlier confession won.

“Or maybe… you could come in, if you want?” Your eyes finally locked with his in a hopeful gaze.

His answer wasn’t immediate, but then he nodded.

[carmenberzattosgf]

this is probably ooc carmen but fuck it we ball….virgin carmy who’s just so stoked to have sex with you that he doesn’t really realize how ““not normal”” his behavior is.

most men you’ve been with get icked at the thought of kisses after blowjobs or giving head after they’ve cum inside—carmen does NOT care. gripping your jaw and tugging you up for messy kisses, so elated and pleased with you that he doesn’t even care that you haven’t swallowed his cum yet. cumming on your tits or your sticky cunt and immediately cleaning up his mess (and giving you another orgasm)

when you tell carmy he’s nasty, he knows it’s a compliment due to your happy tone but doesn’t really know what you mean because to him this is just normal so he’s like ‘:D ? thanks lmao’ -💫

Oh god my brain is going haywire. While I think it’s OOC for Carmy in the show, I definitely think virgin Carmy before the show would do this. Like please the way you worded it as “stoked to have sex with you” is exactly what is going on in Carmy’s brain. Literally just happy to be here vibes.

When you suck him off he refuses to push your head down at all, whatsoever. As soon as he cums in your mouth he’s pulling you off of your knees by your jaw to kiss you. You haven’t even gotten the chance to swallow before his tongue presses into your mouth.

It’s so fucking messy. A clash of lips and tongue. Spit mixed with cum drips out from between his mouth and yours. Carmy isn’t phased at all by it. If anything, the taste of himself on your tongue spurs him on. By the end of it, he’s wiping off the corners of your mouth with his thumb before cleaning the digit off with his mouth.

You assume it must have been a fluke, the way Carmy didn’t care about kissing you with his cum still in your mouth. Every guy you’ve ever been with would have protested, at least a little bit.

It’s not a fluke. Not at all. Carmen’s just straight up filthy. He shows that the next time he fucks you. He has only even cum inside you before, but Carmy has other plans this time. Right after you climax, he’s pulling out of you and fisting his cock at a rapid speed. His eyes stay focused on you and your body. Specifically, on the way your hips twitch with pleasure, and how your head is thrown back exposing the hickies he left earlier. The desperate cries of his name from your lips brings him to the edge. A couple more strokes and he’s cumming all over your stomach. Hot spurts of cum land on lower abdomen and the folds of your cunt.

When you manage to open your eyes again, Carmy wordlessly lowers himself between your legs. His blue eyes look up at you, completely blown out, as his tongue licks a broad stripe from your mound to your navel. He diligently collects every bit of cum on your stomach, swallowing it happily, before he shifts focus to your cunt. Carmen takes the same level of care there, licking up every trace of cum he encounters.

Once you’re all ‘cleaned up’, he works fast to bring you to another orgasm. If there’s one thing for sure about Carmy, it’s that he knows how to use his tongue. He already knows you inside and out, tracing his tongue on your cunt in the perfect way to make you scream. You finish with your thighs clamped around his head and your hands woven into his hair.

“Fuck, Carmy,” you sigh, letting your thighs fall back against the mattress. Carmy looks as happy as can be with a ditzy look in his eyes, and a smile he couldn’t wipe away if he tried. “You’re really nasty,” you laugh.

His head falls to rest on your thigh, looking up at you with a look of devotion in his eyes. “What do you mean?” One of his hands reaches for your own, interlocking his fingers with yours. It’s comments like this that remind you how little experience he has with sex.

“Well… every other guy I’ve been with would never kiss me after a blow job. Let alone willingly lick cum off my stomach.”

“It’s my job to clean you up. I um— trust me, I’m happy to do it.” Carmy blushes as he speaks. He really had no clue that wasn't the norm. He was just doing what felt natural.

"I'm not going to stop you. Besides, it's kinda hot."

"Oh is it?"

So yeah bascially carmy is so into cum play like it’s so very serious. It’s the part of the marking kink he 100% has going on.

[starogeorgina]

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲

Pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen x reader

Warnings: Swearing

1.05

You and Aegon stand side by side at the stables, watching as Ghost and Sunfyre fly together over the castle grounds; at times their bodies look joined together as they swirl in circles so closely, the gold and ivory blending together beautifully.

“Perhaps they can be our children.”

Aegon scoffs, “The queen wants a grandchild from your womb, not one with scales.”

Your wedding would be held in a week, and Alicent was nothing but persistent that you give Aegon an heir immediately, specifically a male heir, which terrifies you. What exactly would happen if you had a girl? It’s not as if you could choose what gender the babe would be. You didn’t like feeling this type of pressure, and neither did Aegon; he was becoming moody and drinking more than normal.

He observes your cream saddle being cleaned by a stable boy and groans. “How come you don’t need to attend your lessons today, but I do?”

“Because I got permission. Besides, you really need to practice High Valyrian.”

Aegon rolls his eyes. “I know the basics.”

“Our dragons deserve better than basic.“

Sunfyre was the only breathing creature Aegon truly loved; being with his golden dragon was the only time he looked at peace, content even. Even the dragon keepers were mesmerised by how close their bond was.

“And it might be fun; we could speak in a room full of people without them knowing what we are saying.”

“Like badmouthing the guests at our own wedding?” He jests.

“Exactly,” you laugh.

You step up onto the gate so that you can look into the pen. You had always been interested in horses, but it was only recently that you were permitted to go out riding outside the castle walls with a member of the king's guard accompanying you. Your grip suddenly tightens on the gate when you feel it start to move.

Aegon laughs; he was shaking the gate. “Don’t tell me you got a fright.”

“I didn't,” you notice the staff in the stables glancing over. “Aegon behave."

“I have been thus far,” he grins.

“Prince Aegon,” Ser Criston makes his presence known. “Best be going before you’re late to your lessons.”

Letting go of the gate, Aegon mumbles something under his breath, then sulks as he walks away. Ser Criston raises his brows, and you jump off the gate. The knight tries to keep his face straight, but it’s clear he found it funny when a small smile creeps onto his face.

The knight places his arms behind his back. “Time to go, princess.”

—

“Is something wrong, princess?”

“No…”

Usually you enjoy horseback riding, but something Aegon said stuck inside your head and was distracting you. It hadn’t taken long to reach the grounds where tourneys were held; you were surprised to see decorations in preparation for a large celebration had already begun. You watch as three young men struggle to move a large sculpture that’s in the shape of a house Targaryen symbol.

Ser Criston moves so he is in your line of view. “Princess, is it your betrothal that’s troubling you?”

“No, Aegon has been... well, Aegon.”

“You’ve been unusually quiet lately,” he says softly.

“Has it ever occurred to you, Ser Criston, that if a girl is young enough that she needs permission to leave her lessons, that she’s too young to have child? Because it has to me.”

He sighs, “To the left, I wish to show you something.”

“What is it?”

He doesn’t reply. You watch for a few seconds as his dark horse takes him further towards the forest. When the knight and his horse become much smaller than your own, you decide it’s time to start following him.

—

“Just like this?”

“Bend your elbow a little lower.”

A wide smile spreads across your face when the stone you toss towards the lake skims over the water instead of sinking. Instead of going the normal route, the knight took you down to a small lake you'd never known existed. It was a warm day, but the light breeze was enough to keep you comfortable.

When you first saw the knight tethering smooth stones, you doubted this would be enjoyable, but you were wrong. “I must admit this is rather fun.”

“My father taught me to skim stones when I was a boy.”

“Do you miss him?”

“Yes, my mother died when I was young, and it was just the two of us until I became a foot soldier.” He fidgets with the stone in his hand before skimming it over the water. “It can be difficult with fathers; I’ve seen many men regret how they’ve treated their children once they've grown old.”

“I doubt King Viserys will lose much sleep over it. We haven’t spoken since Driftmark.”

There’s a rustle in the bushes close by, but when you look over, a baby deer appears. Its dark doe eyes stare at you until a larger deer comes up behind it, probably its mother. The two of them scurry off quickly to find isolation away from humans.

“I wasn’t at court long before Queen Aemma died, but from what I remember she had a soft face, and she was known to be kind.”

“I’m scared I’ll end up like her,” you admit. “I could fall pregnant quickly after marrying Aegon and die in the birthing bed within the year like she did.”

Ser Criston picks up another stone to throw. “If it’s any consolation, I don’t believe Prince Aegon would make the same decision King Viserys did.”

—

You storm into the king's royal apartments, anger radiating through you so violently that your body shakes. King Viserys notices you and smiles, “Ahh, there’s my daughter.”

“Is it true?”

Otto Hightower and the maester share a look. Your father turns and nods at them, and they both hurry to leave, the few servants in the room doing the same.

Your father looks defeated already. “Is that true?”

“How my mother died. You said it was my fault, but it wasn’t.”

“Do not test me, daughter,” he says harshly. “I will not have my late wife’s name brought up in some childish way.“

You couldn't contain your tears as you struggled to speak. “How could you do this to me?” You choke out between sobs. “Both you and Rhaenyra let me believe my mother died giving birth to me, but she didn’t. She gave birth to me naturally, and then Baelon got stuck, and you chose to let the maesters cut her open so you could have a son.”

“Who told you this?”

Ser Criston was the only one who told you the truth—the whole truth—that queen Aemma was butchered while conscious. You weren’t going to get the knight into trouble by admitting it was him.

“Is that all you care about? What do other people think? What about me?” You may have sounded selfish, but he needed to know what this guilt has done to you. “I’ve blamed myself; I thought I killed her, and not once did you tell me otherwise.”

When he says nothing, you shake your head and go to leave, but hesitantly, the king calls after you. “Rhaenyra never knew; I didn’t want her knowing the truth.”

Your heart hammers in your chest. Learning that he cared more about what your sister thought than you was nothing new.

“Your mother used to laugh because the moment it was announced she was with child, Rhaenyra declared that she was to have a sister; she wanted to name you Visenya, but Aemma disagreed. They went back and forth many times.”

“I’ve always loved my sister, and yet she’s always looked at me and saw the monster that took her mother from her.”

“No, that’s not true,” his eyes start to glisten. “If Aemma had lived, she would have doted on you; she would have cherished and loved you.”

“Perhaps you would have as well, if she had lived.”

—

Curled up in your bed clutching onto one of your pillows, you continue to sob and only open your eyes when there’s a knock at your door. A few seconds later, it’s opened by your lady-in-waiting, who was sitting with you previously.

“Who is it, Flora?”

“Prince Aegon.”

You think about moving but decide it’s too much energy and remain in the same position. You weren’t upset anymore; all of your sadness had turned to anger hours ago, but you had nowhere for that feeling to go.

Flora lets him in, and soon Aegon spots you. He rolls his eyes and sighs, “I could hear you crying from down the hall.”

You say nothing. Aegon comes over and sits somewhat awkwardly next to you on the bed, lifting the pillow your head is resting on and placing it onto his lap. When he feels you relax into his touch, Aegon starts gently brushing your hair with his fingers, which, in contrast to his wild, unkempt hair, was soft and smooth.

After a few moments, you finally speak, “My septa told me true strength lies in silence.”

“The blood of the dragon runs deep, and I fear it is a burden to feel things so deeply.”

Intrigued, you tilt your head to face him. “Do you feel things deeply?”

“No, but I don’t like seeing you distressed. It reminds me of when Sunfyre hurt his wing.”

“Oh.”

He makes a tsk sound, “Viserys is a fool.”

“He is the king.”

“And the king is a cunt. There are no victors for those who want his approval or attention.” Aegon leans down till his lips are ghosting your ear, “The way to stop hurting is by not letting anyone in.”

“That sounds awfully lonely.”

He shrugs, sitting upright and straightening his shoulders. Perhaps Aegon was right, but you liked the thought that one day he would let you in.

[oceaneyesinla]

This got longer than I expected, but I thought about Kiryu taking care of you, specifically after you bruise your knuckles, and it spiralled from there.

Divider by @/cafekitsune

Imagine being Kiryu's girlfriend, and someone starts shouting insults as you walk down the street, hand in hand. Maybe it's about the way he clips his pretty pink hair back, maybe it's about the way he wears his patterned shirts and his Bofurin jacket; whatever it is, you don't like it.

Kiryu is just ignoring them - why would he care what they say, when he's got someone like you by his side? Besides, he's confident in himself; he likes his style, and one of his favourite things is deciding what to do with his hair every day, usually with your input.

You are less forgiving. This idiot is getting to you. How dare he insult your boyfriend? Someone who one, is better looking than this fucker could ever hope to be, and two, is one of the best men you've ever had the joy of meeting. He's kind, he treats you well, he takes you out for little adventures and never lets you want for anything.

You glare at the guy as you pass, and he just shoots you a cocky, self assured smirk. That's the last straw; seconds later, your fist is colliding with his cheek, and he staggers backwards a couple of steps. He clearly wasn't expecting your reaction, and once he processes it, his face warps with anger.

Before you can begin to regret your hasty decision or start planning for a trip to an emergency dentist when he's knocked your teeth in, Kiryu is putting himself between you and the asshole.

"Now, now. Unless you want me to call my friends," He waggles his phone playfully, and you can hear the smile in his voice, "I suggest you leave me and my girlfriend in peace."

He takes a step forward, and when he speaks again, you don't need to see his face to know his smile has dropped. You can see his expression in your mind's eye, and you don't need to hear his words. The guy's face drops, and moments later, he's staggering away from you both, looking over his shoulder every so often as if he expects you to follow.

Your hand is already beginning to ache, and the skin over your knuckles is reddened and broken in places. How the boys do this all the time, you'll never know. This sucks.

Kiryu slots himself into your personal space, kissing your forehead before taking your hand ever so gently in both of his, his voice a gentle coo, "Does it hurt, sweet girl? It looks sore."

You nod, bottom lip slipping out into a pout as he coddles you. He makes sympathetic noises as he softly pokes at it, murmuring apologies when you wince. Once he's satisfied with his inspection, he places a featherlight kiss to your knuckles, lips just barely brushing over the already bruising skin.

"You didn't have to do that, you know. I can handle some petty insults."

You frown, reaching up with your non-injured hand to cradle his cheek, "Yeah, but you shouldn't have to, Mitsuki. That guy was a jerk."

Kiryu is giving you that soft smile, the one that makes your heart skip a beat, though it quickly turns teasing, "Aren't I lucky then, to have such a dedicated protector? A pretty one, too."

You feel your cheeks heat up, and you try to pull your hand out of his grasp so you can pretend to be offended. No such luck; his hold on you may be gentle, but it's secure. Just like always.

"Look at me, baby." When you do, you're met with unfiltered adoration and a smile that reaches those beautiful green eyes, "Thank you for standing up for me."

You can't stay mad at that face, even if you're pretending. You press a kiss to his cheek, then to his lip, pulling away to meet his fond smile with one of your own. You would take a thousand bruised knuckles if it meant he could live his life free of the fools who would try and drag him down.

"Now come on. We need to get some ice on that hand of yours." He laces his fingers through yours and leads you down the street, and you don't regret a thing if it means he keeps smiling at you like that.

[fancyfeathers]

Always Prey But Never A Bird

Based on the Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling series

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“Master Bruce, Mr. Oliver Queen, and Ms. Dinah Lance are here to see you.” The voice of Alfred spoke out to your father who was sitting in his office, staring at the photographs you left behind that started this whole spiral he was in that your disappearance only added to. “Your wife is currently in the lounge with them, but I believe they would like to speak to you about your daughter.”

“Right… I will be there in a second.” Your father stood up from his leather desk chair, pushing it back into the desk before he grabbed the photos from the desk and shoved them into his suit jacket as he walked out of his office, following after his butler. It has been a day and a half since your disappearance and there was still nothing, well barely nothing besides the signs of struggle that was left on the rooftop you were last seen on. Most of everyone else was at the clocktower with Barbara, looking over any footage they could find that could potentially follow the path of where you might have been taken, Duke was at the GCPD headquarters talking to Commissioner Gordon and Detective Montoya if they knew anything about where you may be, then Tim and a few of your friends, Nettle and Foxglove to be specific, were going to meet with Mark Austen, your benefactor, to see if he could place any exact location of where you may be, then Dick and Damian as Nightwing and Robin were going to investigate Arkham Asslyum per Bruce’s request after he saw that letter his wife received from a certain former District Attorney, Bruce would have gone himself but Alfred pushed him to rest since he had been up for almost two days straight after seeing those photographs and seeing you come home stonefaced.

Alfred held the door open for Bruce as he stepped into the lounge and there he saw the two other members of the Justice League sitting across from his wife. Dinah looked up at Bruce with a smile, a polite gesture, but a silent sign of a conversation that would not exactly be pleasant. Then Bruce took a seat down by his wife and when he glanced to see her expression he clearly knew something was wrong, her mascara beginning to run down her cheeks and her lipstick slightly smugged probably from her trying to wipe away her tears, especially when she opened her lips to speak. “My daughter was engaged to a psychopathic maniac and you knew and didn’t tell me?”

“Our daughter-”

“That doesn’t change anything… this is exactly why I didn’t want to raise her with you, because of all the secrets and hiding and the danger… god…” Your mother sniffled but slapped away Bruce’s hand when he reached to comfort her. She glanced at Dinah and Oliver and forced a smile as she stood up from the couch. “Thank you for telling me… I have a few things to think about right now.”

Bruce watched as your mother stood up from the couch and walked out of the lounge, walking past Alfred as he held the door open for her and closing it behind her, and left the room himself. Bruce shot Oliver a glare as he began to question the archer. “What did you tell her?”

“I told her about the photographs and about your daughter being kidnapped.” The fellow vigilante responded to Bruce and before your father could open his mouth as to question how he knew and even found out about that, Oliver spoke up again. “Dinah was looking for your daughter last night to talk and then found Stephanie and she told her everything, including the fact that your wife didn’t know, but that’s not the main reason why we wanted to talk to you.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I think you know, Bruce.” Dinah answered, and the two men watched as she pulled up her phone and opened it to show other photographs, photos of you as Songbird. She scrolled through them, showing them to your father. “Notice any similarities?”

“I do…” Your father could not deny how it was clear you based your persona off of the Justice League member sitting across from him in this very moment. “She was a fan of yours a long time before she ran away-”

“She didn’t run away, she was eighteen when she left this house, she went off to figure out who she is and she is still trying to figure that out because you never let her grow up or you didn’t want her to at least.” Dinah cut Bruce off, pulling her phone back and setting it on the coffee table between them. “Look growing up by yourself is scary, you should understand that, you all should all understand that… look Oliver and I have been talking and a few nights back Oli offered for her to come to stay in Star City, we think it would be best for her come stay with us and train because as much as you may not like it and if she may deny it, she was made for this life and she shouldn’t be doing it out of spite like she is now and that is all she will be in Gotham-”

“Neither of you raised her, you have no idea-”

“From what I heard your wife said she didn’t want you raising her either.” Dinah stood up from the couch, Oliver following suit behind his own wife. “Look Bruce, I understand wanting to protect her, but maybe she doesn’t need your protection anymore, or maybe she never needed it at all… look this was just to tell you in advance, but if it helps Oli and I will be helping look for her, so we’ll see you out there tonight.”

There was silence in the room as the two guests left the room, their footsteps echoing softly through the house as they began to fade away as they made their way out. Your father sat there for a moment, his eyes drifting around the roof in deep thought, his eyes finally coming to land on a photograph that sat on a side table of him and your mother a number of years ago, long before you were born and before she left him and when they were happy. A part of him wondered if he had chosen to leave this life when she asked if they would be happy…

Was it worth it?

______________________

You did not like the way the lace of your wedding dress felt around your collarbone, it felt too tight and the lace was too itchy, you did not notice it when your mother had brought it with her to that original visit to try on the wedding dresses but now everything felt suffocating, the fact that the room you were in had no windows did not help either.

You had been moved into another room after your conversation with Gabriel after you knocked out a member of the Court of Owls and tried to break out. The room you were in was some sort of dressing room, the sort for special occasions like weddings, the sort with a makeup vanity and an old changing screen. There were a few women in those owl masks helping you get dressed, but they did not seem to be full members of the Court of Owls, most likely some form of employee, servant, or devotee to their cause, for some reason they were more unsettling than seeing your old friend under the mask. These unknown women whispered among themselves but did not talk to you directly, which you found irritating.

You sat on a chaise lounge near the corners of the room as the women began packing up their makeup bags and still speaking in hushed tones. You laid back on the lounge, your head resting against the velvet surface as you thought back on this entire mess, you should have honestly just left the country when you had the chance when you first ran away, or at least you should not have stayed in Gotham of all places, this corner of hell.

You thought your wedding day was supposed to be happy, but here you are wanting to kill yourself.

You heard the door open, but you did not care enough to look at who it may be, especially when you already had a good enough of a guess. You felt the weight of the chaise lounge shift as someone else sat down next to you, and you finally looked to see that same girl who claimed to be your friend in school, she was wearing that white owl mask and her throat was still all red from when you knocked her out by choking her. “You should feel lucky.”

“Huh?” You finally spoke in a soft voice, confused by her sudden change in character, and you could only guess that behind that damned owl mask she was internally raging.

“I know why so many of the Court don’t like you because you are so ungrateful for everything you have been given. You are about to have everything you ever wanted, but you would rather run than have the most powerful man in Gotham at your disposal.”

“I loved Gabriel once… but how can I want this when it is being forced upon me?” Your question made her fists curl up, grabbing at the fabric of her dress in her rage. “If I was still in the dark then of course I would marry Gabriel in a heartbeat but I know he is a monster.”

You saw her raise her hand to slap you, and you knew it really would not hurt you, but the blow to your face never came, instead, you felt yourself being pulled back by one of the other masked ladies in the room while you watched a throwing knife break through your old friend’s owl mask and she was dead before her body even his the ground, the pool of red forming beneath her. You turned your head around in the direction of where the throwing knife came from and there you saw one of those assassins, a Talon, it must have followed her, you guessed it was probably commanded by Gabriel to kill anyone who dared to lay a finger on you, that was a terrifying thought. You glanced down at the body again, while she was once your friend she was also Gabriel’s old friend from school, and yet still he had her killed, just like how he killed his own mother in cold blood.

Then honestly you wished you did not look back up at the assassin again, because as if like instant karma, you watched as a blade made contact with its neck, slicing through it clean, beheading the creature. There was just you staring for a moment as everyone else in the room dropped dead, leaving you standing there alone and you knew this was not planned by the Court of Owls, especially as you saw an all too familiar woman step over the Talon’s corpse and severed head.

Seems like you were right about the League of Assassins targeting the Court of Owls, and Talia Al Ghul standing in front of you only proves your point.

“It seems that when children do not listen that discipline may be needed.”

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“You played me!” You yelled at Talia as she dragged you out onto the rooftop of the building that the underground compound you were trapped in was connected to, you were sure that there were more entrances scattered throughout the city, but this was just one of many. You harshly pulled your arm out of her grip and you felt the fabric of the wedding dress sleeve rip, it was already ruined anyway because of Talia pulling you through the gore she created, the blood that was shed stained your white dress crimson at the edges where it met the ground, there is probably some fucked up metaphor you could use to describe it and compare it to your life but honestly could care less at this moment. “You only warned me to get me out of the way because you knew I would be a problem in your plan, you lied to me, you never actually cared about keeping me safe.”

“I care, but if you died then you would just be brought back, your safety and life are not a priority when you always have been keen on causing such trouble for everyone involved. A three-way war is more than enough for the League to deal with, we do not need a wild card involved.”

“So you would kill me and then throw me in a Lazurus Pit if you couldn’t pull me out or scare me off, huh?” You took a step back, your dress getting caught on a broken bit of metal that made up the rooftop you stood on, the fabric of the skirt of your dress ripping. “I think I’ll pass on both of those options, and you know that they won’t let your League mark Gotham as its next target in your father’s messed moral philosophy.”

“By them, you mean your family and your friends, correct? Because do you really think your little group of runaways stands a chance against me alone?” Her words made you fall silent, biting the inside of your cheek to keep a word of anger from spitting out. She was right, your friends would all be dead if they raised a hand against the League of Assassins. Talia smiled at your reaction, taking a step forward and reaching out a hand towards you. “It seems that you do not have as much faith in them as you say, do not worry, they will be spared when the time comes… but as for you my dear, I suggest you stop fighting and come quietly because as willing as I am to do so I would still hate to bring you back to my father as a corpse.”

“I…I…” What were you supposed to do? You had no weapons on you to fight and no suit to protect yourself from her blade, but you could not just let yourself be dragged along to Ra’s Al Ghul. You glanced around the rooftop, bare and on the outskirts of the city, you could jump off the edge and try to land on your feet on the next rooftop but without your suit, the threat of falling and breaking a bone was all too real. You glanced down at the part of your skirt that was ripped off by the metal, that broken shard of metal lying underneath the stained fabric. You sighed and kneeled down picking up the scraps of your skirt and the metal shard underneath it, hiding it underneath the ruined fabric.

“That’s a good girl…” Talia spoke, taking a step forward as you began to stand up, her hand reaching out to run her fingers through your hair. You took a deep breath in and out for courage as you looked up to meet Talia in the eye, still slightly crouched so it would be quite difficult to stab you without giving you reaction time. You took a sharp breath in before reaching up, stabbing the demon’s daughter with the broken piece of metal, jamming it into her gut before kicking in her legs to make her fall over. You could hear her scream in more rage than pain, as you made a dash for it, running toward the edge of the rooftop and taking a both literal and figurative leap of faith, jumping off the edge of the rooftop with a running start. You landed on the next rooftop over with a roll, but you did not have time to waste, you had to keep running.

You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you ran off this rooftop, jumping off the ledge, but this was a jump you would be able to make as Songbird, not just as yourself.

Your body hit the ledge of the building you attempting you make a jump to, not enough time to grab the ledge and pull yourself up and your body fell tumbling to the ground. Trash bags thrown into the alleyway broke your fall, and every limb of your body hurt but you had to keep moving. You forced yourself to stand up only for your body to fall to the ground again. your head hurt and you could process the sounds of voices, they sounded familiar, sounded safe, but you could not place them. You felt someone cradle your head and torso, telling you that it is going to be okay, that you are safe not. You could see the blurry outline of the two people, the one who was holding you was a man and there was a woman behind him who was talking to someone you think, everything felt so fuzzy…

“It’s okay, I’ve got you Songbird…”

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You felt groggy when you woke up, there was a soft beeping of a heart monitor that you managed to recognize in your half-unconscious state. Your first instinct was to sit up but when you did you felt two sets of hands push you back down. “Hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re safe now.”

You recognized that voice…

You stopped to let your vision focus, and you were indeed in a hospital room much to your relief. You turned your head to the source of the voice, the blond woman sitting next to your bedside, Dinah Lance, otherwise known as Black Canary, she had been your hero since you were a little girl, you remember meeting her for the first time when you were fourteen and you remember her being everything you wanted to be one day. You made the guess that the other person in the room on your other side was most likely Oliver Queen, and given that she was in civilian clothing then so was he, the two of them probably changed before bringing you here. She smiled at you, brushing the hair out of your face. “How are you feeling?”

“Rough… nothin’ feels broken though.”

“Ya… you made it out with just a few bruises, the nurse said you're okay to be discharged when you woke up, but let’s wait a few minutes.” You felt her reach down and give your hand a soft squeeze, a much-needed comfort after everything you have been through. “Do you want to talk about what happened? With Talia that is, Oli spotted you two on a rooftop, that’s how we got to you when we did, but we didn’t hear what was said.”

“...Not… not right now.”

“That’s okay, just rest right now, we’ll watch over you.”

[trippinsorrows]

with me + part eighteen

authors notes: two updates back to back! i felt a lil bad for leaving ya'll on a cliffhanger of sorts. granted, this one kinda does too but....not in a bad way. more of a plot twist, than anything.

status: in progress // masterlist

warnings: angst, fluff, language, suggestive themes

song inspo: with me by destiny’s child

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words: 7k

taglist: @pixiedust4000 @yolobloggers @msbigredmachine @southerngirl41 @wanderingreigns @romanreignsbae

24 hours.

It’s been 24 hours of absolute chaos and madness.

24 hours of a rush of conflicting and yet corresponding emotions. Anger. Confusion. Sadness.

In the past 24hrs, your love and basically life story have gone from being known to a select few to now being trending topics on every social media platform. Your Instagram, which was already private, had literally hundreds of follow requests the last time you checked it. There are emails in your inbox from several news platforms requesting interviews and offering exclusives. 

Hell, a couple of people even reached out to you on your LinkedIn.

It’s all so extremely overwhelming and chaotic, so much so that you had to force Alexis to leave and find some way to calm herself down. Her furious energy, while valid as hell, wasn’t helping. And it's not that you don't get it.

You do. God, you do.

You’d like nothing more than to take a steel chair to Mariah’s head, for you and Alexis to do a beatdown part two since the first one seemingly didn’t send a strong enough message.

But, you can’t. And she can’t either.

The whole world now has eyes on you, now is waiting to see what else comes out of this story that isn’t a story for you.

It’s your fucking life.

“We’re definitely looking into our options here, and there are some routes we can take, but without anything from her specifically saying she was going to do anything—”

“Wait.” It’s the first thing you’ve said in this emergency meeting with Joe and his legal team, a couple of intrigued eyes falling on you. “That’s—that’s not exactly true.”

Joe, as you expected, is the first to speak. “What are you talking about?”

This….this is the last conversation you expected to be having right now. The last thing you thought you’d be doing right now. You should be continuing to prepare for the move, decorating the house, planning how you’re going to tell Joe about your pregnancy.

Instead, you’re sitting in your new kitchen surrounded by lawyers, men in suits, and the man you love who you now have to admit to lying over something, at the time, you thought was nothing.

But that nothing has turned into a nightmare that has not only your personal life being used as media fodder but pictures of your sweet, beautiful, four-year-old daughter circulating the internet, just waiting to fall into the hands of the depraved.

That…..that’s what kills you the most.

It’s not even the “tell all” interview you only managed to watch for 10 minutes before having to turn it off. Even staring at her caked face, most likely to hide the lingering bruises from Alexis beating, makes you mad. Almost as mad at the absolute way she’s taken your and Joe’s story and dramatized it to the point of delusions.

Saying you plotted on Joe from the beginning. That you intentionally got pregnant by him. That you were sleeping with multiple men, meaning there’s a chance he could not be the father. That Joe’s ex-wife called and cussed you out, threatening to beat your ass. That you make Joe give you an allowance.

Just lies. Pure, unadulterated lies that make you sick to your stomach.

This whole thing feels like a never ending cycle of nightmares.

“Y/N?” One of the suits saying your name brings you back to this space, this place of here and now where another lie, one of your own making, is about to be revealed.

Licking your lips, you try to explain it as best you can, though there is no good way to come out and admit you weren’t honest with him. “She—she’d been sending me messages.”

“Messages?” Joe’s interruption is fair and expected, but one of his lawyers jumps in before he can continue. 

“Do you still have them?”

Nodding, you pull out your phone, opening Mariah’s thread. You’d blocked and deleted her contact from your phone so it’s just her number as the title for the thread. Reaching the phone to the lawyer, it’s quickly intercepted by Joe.

Just watching his eyes read over the messages, you can almost see his anger growing. He hands the phone over to his lawyer, and you watch as one exchanges the phone with the other.

“This is perfect,” one of the suits shares to the group. “We can definitely slap her with a couple different lawsuits with this evidence. I’m thinking extortion. Most definitely a cease and desist.”

“Defamation too,” someone else chimes. 

Joe isn’t interested in any of that at this moment. He just wants to speak with you alone, that much is painfully obvious. “Can you give us a minute?” He doesn’t wait for a response, just stands up from his seat, motioning for you to follow him.

Nervous about what’s about to ensue, you do so regardless, following him up the stairs and into the first room on the right. 

You start to plead your case as soon as the door is closed. “Joe—”

“You lied to me.”

His tone kills you. You haven’t been on the receiving end of this side of him in months, not since he first found out about Callie. “I—”

“I fucking asked you did she say anything, and you lied to me, Y/N!”

“I didn’t think anything of it, Joe.” You can’t and won’t necessarily defend the lying part, but you will attempt to help him understand your logic that was at play. “Mariah—she’d never done anything remotely close to any of this to make me think she would ever do something like this. I thought—I thought she was just saying shit to get a reaction out of me.”

He stops his pacing, looking at you with a sense of incredulity. “I didn’t ask you what kind of shit she was saying, I asked you if she said anything at all, and you stood there and you lied to me with a straight face!”

“I’m sorry, okay!” There’s a solid attempt to keep your volume down, well aware Callie is only a few rooms down playing, oblivious to all of this chaos unfolding. “But I was in a really bad place during that time, Joe, okay? I—I didn’t care about….lawyers and lawsuits, I just wanted custody of my child back.” Eyes starting to water, you shake your head, asking, “do you have any idea how hard that was for me?”

“Of course, I know, Y/N.” His tone is a little more calm, still angry though. “I was going through the same damn thing.”

“No, you weren’t!” As much as you want to control your emotions in this moment, control your temper, it’s hard when he’s clearly not trying to hear where you were coming from. “You got to see her! You got to speak to her! I didn’t! Mariah didn’t accuse you of awful shit, it was just me!”

“So you don’t think that shit impacted me at all?” His voice still carries anger, but there’s specks of hurt there. You feel bad, you didn’t mean to invalidate him, just wanted to help him see there was a difference. “Seeing you like that? Seeing Callie like that?”

Pressing your hands against your temple, you shut your eyes, explaining, “that’s not what I’m saying, Joe. You’re not listening to me.” 

“You’re right.” His agreement takes you by surprise. You didn’t expect him to be so self-aware. “I’m not listening cuz’ I’m fucking pissed off with you that this all could have been avoided if you had just been honest with me. Our daughter’s photos wouldn’t be all over the fucking internet if you had just told me the truth.”

It’s not hard for you to read between the lines of what he’s saying. But, it is hard for you to stomach what he’s saying. “You blame me for this, don’t you?” And it’s when he looks away, nostrils flared and jaw clenched. “You do….”

“I didn’t for the DCFS situation, because that was absolutely beyond your control. But this…..” He looks up at the ceiling, eyes closed, most likely trying to maintain composure. “I’m gonna go over to Jey and Kaylah’s place for a little bit. I just need to clear my head.”

Your throat constricts. Joe has never been the one to leave in the middle of an argument. He’s that one to always say we’re gonna stay here and figure this out together, so you don’t know what to make of him wanting to leave. 

“Joe, please….” Walking over to him, you place your hands on his chest, forcing him to look at you. “Don’t go, okay? We just—we need to work this out right now.”

“I love you, Y/N. I love you too much to stay here and have this out with you right now, because there’s not many nice things I have to say.” 

There’s a shred of hope that fills you in the way he cups your cheek, staring at you for a minute before he turns to walk out of the door. But the hope is easily dashed at the fact that he still chooses to walk out the door. 

Sniffling, feeling the tears oncoming, you walk out after him only to see he’s already completely descended down the stairs, already out the house most likely. Standing there, you try to keep the tears at bay, try to keep your shit together.

“Mommy….”

“What, Callie!” The second it leaves your voice, the harshness, the volume, the cruelness, you want to melt into the ground. Callie, understandably, looks devastated at you snapping at her. And you feel it too. “Baby, I’m—I’m so sorry—”

She doesn’t give you a chance to grovel because she turns on the heel of her shoes and darts back into her room, slamming the door behind her. 

Your chest tightening, the tears starting to fall. It hits you so hard.

You really fucked up. 

—-------

“You ready to talk yet?”

Joe knew the second he walked into his cousin’s house, grabbed a beer out the fridge and plopped himself on the steps of their back porch that he didn’t come over here to vent. He just needed to get away, to clear and sort through his head so he didn’t end up saying anything worse than what he’s already said to Y/N.

And Kaylah recognized as such. Recognized something must have happened, which is why she allowed him his privacy for the time being.

“Not really,” he answers, finishing off his beer and tossing it to his side.

“Too bad,” Kaylah dismisses. It’s not a major surprise. “Cause I am.” Joe says nothing as she slides down on the step, sitting beside him. When he still says nothing, “what happened, Joe?”

Joe chuckles bitterly. “Check the news. Any of them.”

Kaylah frowns. “You know that’s not what I mean.” She’s very well aware of that part of this shitshow. “What happened with you and Y/N?”

“She lied to me, Kay.” Joe really doesn’t want to talk about this, but he knows he needs to. Knows he eventually has to go back home and face the music. “I had asked her if Mariah had said anything, not even anything bad, just anything in general. She told me no, but that wasn’t the truth, Mariah was sending all kinds of messages alluding to doing something if Y/N didn’t answer her…..now look at what’s happened.” 

Kaylah takes a second to digest what he’s saying. “When did you ask her?”

“When the whole DCFS situation happened. My lawyers were trying to see if we could build some type of case against Mariah.”

Kaylah is smart, always has been, so it’s not difficult for her to put the pieces together. “And you think if she had provided these messages, you could have done something to avoid this latest shitshow?” Joe doesn’t have to answer her question. She already knows his answer. “That’s a big if, Joe, and you know it.”

“Of course, I know it. It’s just…….fuck.” He shuts his eyes, head titled back. “It’s like shit just keeps happening.”

“It’s rough, I can imagine that, but it’s not just rough for you. Y/N is going through the same thing, and instead of sitting here in your misery, blaming her, you two should be handling it together.” Kaylah lifts her finger to silence him when he goes to either agree or protest. “I’m not saying she wasn’t wrong for not telling you the truth, but Joe, we both know that if she had even an inkling that Mariah would do something like this, she would have told you in a heartbeat.” Her voice softens. “She made a mistake.”

“And I know Mariah has put your business out there too now, and I don’t mean to make it seem like this doesn’t impact you as well, but Y/N is the one being dragged to filth on the internet right now. I sincerely hope she hasn’t read some of the stuff being said about her. It’s awful. Mariah lied about so many things and has made Y/N out to be this horrible person when she’s not.”

Joe thinks that’s the part that pisses him off the most, that made him so angry he unintentionally took that anger out on the person being affected the most in this situation. He watched the entire interview Mariah did, heard the way she took parts of the truth and piled a shit ton of lies on top. 

Heard how actually had the fucking audacity to drag Jadah into it, claiming she had texts and recorded phone calls between the two of them talking about how Y/N was a whore and broke up her marriage. All kind of just lies.

And he knows it’s not true, because he knows Jadah. Hell, he spoke to Jadah just this morning. 

It infuriated him even more to read some of the comments, people speaking so cruelly about the woman he loves. Even going as far to drag Callie into the cesspool of bullying. 

A man who doesn’t like not having control, it tears him up to not be able to do anything to dead the shit immediately. 

But…..there are some things he can do, and he can’t do them if he’s sitting here in his feelings.

Joe looks over at Kaylah, gently shoving into her side. “Thank you, Kay.”

“Anytime.” And she means it. Joe is like a brother to her. Always has been. “Now you’ve got twenty minutes to get your sorry ass off my porch and back to your house to take care of business. Cause I know you, Joe. You don’t play about your family. Let that bitch know she’s fucked with the wrong one.”

—-------

“Mama, I really messed up.”

Crying over the phone to your mom at your big age definitely wasn’t in your bingo card for 2024, yet here you are.

Granted, most of what’s happened this year wasn’t in your bingo card anyway, so it lines up.

“Oh, honey. You made a mistake, You’re human. It happens.” Your mom’s voice is soothing on the other side of the phone. “And don’t worry about Joseph. He’s just upset right now. He’ll calm down.”

“He’s right to be upset. I shouldn’t have lied to him.” Sniffling and wiping at your eyes, you bring your legs to your chest. “And look at what my mistake has caused mama. My baby’s face is all over the internet. Personal photos just material for people to make posts and tweets and TikTok’s about.”

It makes you sick to your stomach to think of how low Mariah has gotten in this whole situation. All of those snaps you shared with her of your daughter, precious moments you thought you were sharing with your best friend, she’d sold to whoever would buy them for 15 minutes of fame and a slice of short-lived relevancy.

“None of us knew that girl is as unhinged as she is. You’re not psychic, baby. You had no way of knowing this would happen, and Joseph knows that. He just let his pride get the best of him and took out his frustrations on you, which, make no mistake, is not right. And you definitely need to check him on that.” Your mom briefly switching gears brings a smile and small laugh to your face. “You know I didn’t raise you to take shit from no man, and that includes him.”

“I know….” And you will address it with him, even if deep down something tells you he already feels bad for how he spoke to you, knowing it was wrong. “I just—-I feel like we can’t catch a break. It sometimes makes me wonder if…..if I’m doing the right thing.” The past 24 hours have caused you to experience such a whirlwind of emotions, emotions you’re sure are exacerbated by a pregnancy no one knows about yet. “I would never stop Joe from being in Callie’s life, but if me being with him causes all this mess for him and her then….”

“Don’t do that. Don’t you dare do that.” Your mom’s interjection is fierce and sharp. “That boy loves you. He’d do anything for you and baby girl. Don’t let Mariah trick you into thinking that somehow you being happy with the man you love and father of your child is somehow wrong. Don’t let her win.”

Blowing out a breath, you try to heed to your mom’s guidance. She’s right. You know she’s right. Mariah being psychotic doesn’t change shit about your love for Joe, his love for you, the way he’d do anything for ya’ll and vice versa.

Mariah is just jealous. Dissolving what is otherwise a happy family would bring her nothing but great satisfaction. And over your dead body will you let that bitch get what she wants.

“You’re right.” Shaking your head, you try to counter all of your negative and anxious thoughts with more optimism and logic. “It’s just….it’s hard right now.”

“And it will be for a little while, but that’s when you lean on the people you love, and baby, you got no shortage of that.”

Sniffling, tears drying, you thank her, “thank you, mama.”

“Just let me know if you need me to fly down there.” And you know she will. Know Joe won’t hesitate to pay for a plane ticket for her to come stay with you.

And after you tell him about your pregnancy, you might do just that.

“I will,” you promise, telling her you’ll call or text her later to let her know how everything pans out before ending the call.

Stepping back into the kitchen and sliding the door closed, locking it, the last thing you expect to see is Joe standing in the kitchen.

Gasping, hand over your chest, your shoulders slump as you murmur, “you scared me.”

“I’m sorry.” It’s a layered statement, multiple meanings and several different applications. A knowledge that comes from being with and knowing this man for all these years. 

Walking over to him, you cross your arms over one another. “I shouldn’t have lied to you.”

He shakes his head. “Didn’t give me an excuse to talk to you the way I did or to say the things I did.” And as strange a thought it may be to have in this moment, this is one of the many reasons you love the man before you. Joe is mature and man enough to both admit when he’s fucked up and is always intentional about making it right.

Swallowing, you advise, “this is just a really fucked up situation that neither of us really knows how to process.” Ain’t that the fucking truth. “But, we can handle it…together.”

He gently pulls you into his chest and your eyes shut as he holds you, apologizing into the top of your head.

“I’m sorry too.” you apologize, hand on his chest. “I know that situation was difficult for you too, and I shouldn’t have invalidated your feelings.”

“Neither of us was 100% right.” And he’s correct. He was wrong for lashing out the way he did, and you were wrong for not being honest and invalidating his experience. 

Neither of you could pull the ‘right’ card.

“Agreed.” You murmur, eyes softening as you switch topics a bit. “Callie….I accidentally snapped at her after you left.” The guilt still eats at you for that, for taking out your emotions on your sweet little girl. “I spoke with her and apologized, but….I think she heard us fighting.”

That really kills you. You don’t think it’s entirely unhealthy for kids to hear their parents go at it from time to time, but not at 4. And not for a sensitive child like Callie.

Joe looks equally upset at this, offering, “let me talk to her. If she heard us, she needs to know that me yelling at you wasn’t okay.”

There’s no disagreement nor protest as he heads up the stairs to find Callie.

Joe stands outside Callie’s door with a knock that’s followed by her head snapping up and smile brightening. “Daddy!” She rushes over to him, Joe leaning to pick her up, holding her. “You came back!”

Her words crush him, the idea that she could even think he could ever leave her, leave either of them.

“Of course, baby girl.” Joe moves to the only adult sized chair in her room, holding her on his lap, caressing her cheek. “Callie, I know you heard me and your mom arguing, but I need you to know that I will never leave you or mommy. Daddy was just….very upset, and I took it out on your mom which was wrong.”

In a soft voice, she asks, “did mommy do something bad?”

“No, she just….made a mistake, and that’s okay, because we all make mistakes, but it wasn’t okay for me to yell at her like that.” Joe decides to take this unfortunate occurrence and make it a learning lesson for his daughter. “You never let any lil’ boy yell at you or talk mean to you, you hear me?” Callie nods her head, as he adds. “And if he does, let me know, and I’ll take care of it.”

Callie turns up her nose. “Boys are gross.” She then adds, “cept' you, daddy.”

Joe laughs but quickly agrees. Let her think that as long as she wants. Forever, preferably. He tugs her a bit closer, holding her snug to him. “That’s right. All of em’. Every single one.” 

—-------

Given only a few rooms in the house are fully furnished, the three of you sleep and stay at Joe’s place at night given he doesn’t plan to sell it until you’re all completely moved in. Not feeling like cooking, or rather not feeling like helping Joe cook, you decide on takeout.

Subsequently, ya'll share dinner while watching Finding Nemo 2, the chosen movie of the night by Callie.

There’s extra measures on your end to make sure she’s really forgiven you, needing her to know that you’re truly apologetic, and of course, your inherently kind child shows absolutely no sign that she holds any type of grudge against you.

You couldn’t be any more grateful for her wonderfully big heart.

You handle getting her to bed, seeing that Joe is tired. It’s something you noticed the minute he arrived at the new house from the airport. He looks exhausted. How can he not be? Preparing for WrestleMania, training nonstop, finishing up his documentary, and now this?

A person can only take so much.

You’re actually happy he’ll have a week off post WrestleMania. He needs that. He needs time to just rest.

It doesn’t surprise you that he falls asleep in a matter of minutes, big body laid out over yours as you gently caress his naked back. His heavy shoulders lifting in alignment with his breathing is a soothing source you zone in on while scrolling aimlessly on your phone. Pinterest only. You can’t allow yourself to check out anything else.

That is until you receive a text from Alexis telling you to check Joe’s Instagram. 

For a second, you consider ignoring it, but curiosity gets the best of you.

Logging back into the app, you go straight to his profile, gasping when you see the latest post on the grid. 

It’s a photo of the three of you. One of the ones taken when you’d surprised him at his show back in February. He’s holding Callie who has her arms wrapped around his neck, smiling big at the camera with his other arm hooked around you, your body angled into him, hand on his chest.

It’s one of your favorite photos.

Your eyes drop to his lengthy caption.

@/RomanReigns: I’ve never been one to openly discuss my personal life because, quite frankly, it’s no one’s business. Unfortunately, I’m now forced to do so due to a clearly unwell and pathetic individual who has taken parts of the truth and padded it with lies. My girlfriend and I share one child together. This is my biological child. There’s never been a question of paternity. Her mother never coerced or blackmailed me into shit. Y/N has been villainized as a vindictive gold-digger and liar when that is absolutely bullshit. She is an amazing mother, friend, and partner whom I love fiercely and protectively. The same goes for my daughter. They are my world, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect them. Having our daughter’s photos and personal videos posted all over the internet has been equally heartbreaking as it is infuriating for the both of us. Legal action is currently being pursued for all involved in the doxing and sharing of personal media of my family as well as other atrocities that have taken place behind the scenes you all don’t even know about. All of this is entirely unacceptable and will be dealt with to the fullest extent of the law. And to everyone who has so much to say about a situation you know nothing about outside of the lies circulating, remember these are real people with real feelings.

But most importantly, keep my girlfriend and daughter’s name out of your fucking mouths.

~Joe

Tears are starting to burn your eyes as you stare down at the man sleeping on top of you. The man who never ceases to amaze you with how far he’ll go to show you just how much he loves and cares about you.

He didn’t have to do this, didn’t have to go against his preference to keep his personal life off the internet. But, he did. He did it to send a message to everyone.

To send a message to Mariah.

You press a gentle kiss against the top of his head, knowing doing so won’t disturb his sleep.

And though against your better judgment, decide to read a few comments, knowing it’s bound to be a batch of mixed reactions. 

@/User1: Damn, Roman said keep my wife’s name out your fucking mouth! Watch Will Smith join the match at WrestleMania.

@/User2: Used to be a big fan, but I could never support a cheater. Unfollowing.

@/User3: How many of you actually watched the interview with the “friend”? It’s obvious she’s lying about a lot of things she said, because most of it wasn’t adding up.

@/User4: My thing is why did you hide this kid and girlfriend you supposedly “love” so much? Feels like you got exposed and now you’re trying to save face.

@/User5: This is all so messy and shameful. He definitely needs to lose his title at WM. What a joke and embarrassment to the WWE.

@/User6: It’s funny how so many of you are ignoring the fact that he signed this with his real name. “Roman” is a real person clearly going through heavy shit right now. Who cares about a fucking title?

@/User7: How about you learn to “acknowledge” the truth, Mr. “tribal chief”?

@/UceyJucey: Man, this family right here. We go you, Y/N and Big Dog. For life!

@/BigLexPurr: Ya’ll gon see JOE don’t play about HIS!

@/JonathanFatu: FOE 

@/RomanReigns has turned off comments for this post. 

The comments are to be expected, though it warms you to see familiar names coming to your defense, seeing that while there may be a lot of hatred being spewed your way, there’s still an abundance of love and support that encompasses you.

But, it’s when you come across a reference to the Bloodline that an idea hits you, smashes into you so strongly that you have to wake Joe to get the ball rolling.

“Baby.” He’s knocked out, so it takes a couple of shakes and slaps to finally get him to stir. “Joe!”

Finally, he stirs, sighing loudly as he groans, “fine, you getting on top though.”

Rolling your eyes, you shove his shoulder. “Not that. Can I use one of your cars tomorrow morning? And I need you to stay and watch Callie for a bit.”

At this, he opens his eyes, looking you over with confusion. “Where you going?”

“It’s a surprise. Just….trust me, okay?” Leaning to kiss his cheek, you throw out a quick ‘thank you’ and turn back on your side. Only to squeal quietly when his big hands move you onto your back. One look at him, and you know what he wants. “Joe, it’s like 3 o’clock in the morning.”

“Should have thought about that before you woke me up….” His mouth is on your neck, right hand moving under his shirt that hides your nude body, gripping your breast. “Let me just taste you….”

There’s a strong desire and almost responsibility you feel to press your legs together and direct him to go back to sleep, but raging, most likely pregnancy fueled hormones, along with the fact that you want to enjoy this for as long as you can before pregnancy body stops all sexual acts, are just too damn strong.

So you simply chew on your bottom lip, watching his dark silky head disappear under the covers and enjoy the toe curling ride of fantasy that is his skilled tongue on you.

—-------

You’re out of the house by 7am sharp, the sun still making its way to introduce the new day, but that doesn't matter. 

You’re a woman on a mission, a mission that has a ticking deadline. Joe has to fly back out tomorrow, so you can’t waste one precious moment.

Target has almost everything you need, sans a couple of items that you pick up at Walmart. 

And Alexis, who finally calmed down enough after getting drunk as hell and hooking up with some random she met on the boardwalk, agreed to keep Callie for you for a little bit. It’s a double win, because Callie always has a good time with Alexis, and Alexis can’t catch a murder charge if she’s on babysitting duty.

Of course, Joe being Joe, has a million and one questions. Understandably so.

“Can you at least tell me why you had Alexis come get Callie?” And before you can give him the vaguest answer, he adds on, “or what the hell is in those boxes?”

His question comes from behind as you carry said cake boxes up the steps, reaching the top and offering him a teasing glare. “And you always say I suck at surprises.”

“I’m too old for surprises, baby.”

Baby…..

God, you can’t wait to see his reaction.

“Patience, lover. Patience.” You then gesture with your chin to the first door with a sticky note on it. “Open that one.”

Joe looks taken back, reading the post-it. “Option 1? Option 1 for what?”

This man….. “I see where Callie gets her questioning nature from. Boy, just open the damn door.” 

He rolls his eyes, walking in and looking around. “There’s literally nothing in this room.”

“Yet,” you correct, encouraging him. “Just….be mindful of the layout and what it could be.”

“It can’t be anything considering it’s empty as hell.”

“Joe, I swear to—” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. “Come on. Let’s look at the other ones.”

And you have him do just that, viewing two more rooms that he doesn’t realize you’ve shortlisted as potential nurseries. He makes his smartass comments, of course, but you also know it’s in jest and he really just wants to know what’s going on. 

So, it’s when you finish and bring him back to the kitchen, directing him to sit on the barstool as you lay out the two boxes in front of him. “You gon tell me why you had me look at empty rooms while you carried boxes?”

“Stop being difficult.” Slapping him on the shoulder, your nerves begin to set in as you motion to the counter. “Pick one to open. Only one.”

Joe’s curious gaze is on you, humor dropping a bit as he asks, in all seriousness. “Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Just…..trust me.” It’s a simple but powerful thing to say given the past couple days. You know he does and know he will. “Pick one.”

Waiting for him to carefully pull the tape off to open the box, you time it perfectly so at the same time he’s lifting the lid, you murmur, “I think it’s a boy too…..”

Joe’s gaze snaps to yours at your statement but also refers back to the now open box. “Y/N….what is this?”

Eyes starting to water, you manage to tease him, “don’t tell me the Tribal Chief suddenly doesn’t know how to read.”

There’s a close and careful watch you have on Joe as his eyes go from left to right, clearly reading the words you have beautifully decorated on the inside of the cake box that’s filled with freshly baked chocolate chip cookies dyed blue with food coloring.

The other box is filled with chocolate chip cookies dyed pink.

Same message located on the lid of the box.

BREAKING NEWS: 

New Bloodline Member Coming Soon. Ready to acknowledge daddy in September, 2024.

He does that one, two, three times before slowly looking back up at you, a level of emotion in his gaze and eyes you’re not sure you’ve ever seen. 

His voice is so low, so imbued with vulnerability that you almost have to ask him to repeat himself. “You serious?”

Shaking your head, you reach out, pushing back some of his hair. “I wouldn't lie to you about this, Leati…….” Taking his hand and placing it on your stomach, you layer your own on top of his. “I’m pregnant…..we’re having another baby.” Sniffling, tears finally starting to spill, you add, “and no one knows but you and me. Not my mom. Not Alexis. Not Callie. Just you and me.” Licking your lips, you acknowledge. “I didn’t do it right the first time, but I’m gonna do everything right this time.”

Joe not saying anything initially makes you second guess yourself. Were you wrong to assume that he would be happy? Given everything that’s happened, has it changed his views on things? You thought that he would be thrilled at the idea of expanding your family, but what if you were wrong?

It’s only seconds later though that he shoots up from the chair, wrapping his strong arms around you, holding you maybe tighter than what’s necessary.

All concern is washed away, a happy giggle leaving your mouth as he spins you around. 

Back on the ground, his hands on your face. “I love you.” His thumbs brush over the apples of your cheek. You swear his eyes are glazed over with unshed tears. “I love you with everything in me.”

“I love you too,” you murmur, choked up and moved by his reaction. He's thrilled. “And I know things are a mess right now, but I couldn’t miss this opportunity to tell you while you’re in town.”

Everything is certainly not the way it should be, but for him to be here, to be with you, and for you to not tell him felt so wrong. You didn't want to make him wait any longer than he needed to.

“September…..” You can see he’s doing the math in his head, hand dropping to your stomach. “You’re three months?”

“Just about. End of March will mark officially three months, but I just found out at the OB-GYN appointment I had. I wanted to tell you right away, but I also wanted to do it in person, because you deserve as much.” You find yourself rambling, probably over-explaining, but the last thing you want is for him to think you’ve been keeping this from him. “It’s up to you, but I do think we should tell Callie first.”

You've thought about it, and to some extent, you have some concern about how she’ll respond. She’s been an only child her whole life, obviously. And she already doesn’t like ‘sharing’ Joe with you sometimes, how will she respond to a brother or sister?

Joe must be reading your mind as he kisses your forehead. “We’ll figure it out.” Another realization also crosses his mind as he connects more dots. “The rooms…..you think one of them could be the nursery.”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you tease him. “Well, it took you long enough to put two and two together.” Yelping, you laugh when Joe squeezes your hip and picks you up, bridal style. “Joe!”

“Let’s go look again,” he implores, and you know it’s because he wants to go again because now he knows this will be the room where your baby will stay in, the room where you’ll nurse him or her, where he’ll finally be able to enjoy being a father from conception to birth. 

It makes this moment even better.

But, you need something else.

You call for him to wait, pointing to the box of cookies. “What?” You ask after he moves close enough for you to grab them. Rubbing your belly, you remind him with all the pride in the world, “mama’s eating for two now.”

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The day is perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

It’s a day where you can temporarily forget all of the bullshit in your life that doesn’t matter in these moments where it’s just the three of you.

Well, four, technically. 

The day is spent shopping, of all things, Joe refusing to leave without you finally getting a bedroom set. The one, ironically, that Alexis pointed out the other day. It really does look like the both of you.

He also might have made a sly comment regarding making good use of the mirror.....

On top of that, you start to casually peruse nursery furniture, nothing too obvious to where Callie can tell. You and Joe haven’t settled on when or how to tell her, but you’re leaning more toward after WrestleMania. He’ll be off that week, so it gives you both time to tackle any big emotions that might come up.

And Joe….

It deeply endears you to notice the little things. He’s always been touchy feely, but his hand seemed to find a space on or near your stomach all day. Gentle kisses pressed against your temple and more “I love you’s” than usual. You know it’s all because he’s wholly and fully happy. This pregnancy means more to him than you could probably ever comprehend.

And being able to make him so happy when he’s made you happier means everything to you.

Even laying in bed together, enjoying your time with each other before he has to leave early in the morning, his big hand is splayed protectively across your stomach. You appreciate all of these moments, know that the next almost six months of your pregnancy will be filled with them.

Even with some dread at trying to navigate this pregnancy with Joe’s crazy work schedule, you’re more happy than anything. Ecstatic that you get to experience this pregnancy with him this time around.

Together. 

Sleep is finally about to overcome you when your phone dings on your nightstand. Tempted to leave it, it’s hard to do so when it vibrates several different times.

Not knowing if it could be something serious or requiring immediate attention, you reach over, unlocking to see you have five texts from an unknown number.

But, the sender is no longer unknown the moment you open the thread.

Unknown: Hi, Y/N. This is Jadah. 

This…..this has to be a joke, has to be some kind of cruel prank that’s all a part of Mariah’s apparent master plan to ruin your life.

Because there’s no way in hell Joe’s ex-wife is texting you. No way in hell. 

But before you can block the number, chalking it up as a cruel prank, you see she’s sent a screenshot of a conversation between her and Joe. Zooming in, you see it’s from around October with them discussing the details of the divorce.

Holy…..shit.

It is her.

Jadah: Just so you know it’s really me…..

And if you weren’t already about to drop your damn phone onto Joe’s head at the fact that thee fucking Jadah is actually texting you right now, her next set of messages nearly send you into cardiac arrest.

Jadah: Super strange/inconvenient way for me to reach out, but given everything that’s going on, I think it’s time we met and talked face to face.

Jadah: Even more, since this hoe got so much to say about OUR lives, I also think it’s time we take back the narrative and pull an Uno reverse card.

Jadah: How do you feel about going on IG Live together?

[somekindabard]

Shauna being bi is so important to me. Jackie being a comphet lesbian is so important to me.

All of these characters are so well written and the sheer brutality of trauma and how it shapes a person are displayed so powerfully. Some of the girls have trauma before the crash and you can see how it affects them. Then you can see how they are pre-crash trauma vs during vs after and how they evolve. It's just so real and raw. The writers delve into the complexities of girlhood to womanhood with so much trauma mixed in and the actors skill takes it to a deeper level.

They also showcase relationships in general so well. Familial, romantic, platonic, etc. So it makes sense for them to showcase the complexities of being gay, especially in the 90's. I was a bit disappointed with season 1 at first because so many people online were so annoyed by those of us that thought Jackie and Shauna had feelings for each other. It felt like I was queer baited again. I knew the show had representation so the most obvious pairing never happening with no chance of happening and with no confirmation of the feelings kinda hit a nerve. I didn't know the writers or much about the show yet so why would I trust them? As a queer person, I've definitely been burned before by "representation".

But Gooood the way that Shauna and Jackie look at each other. The way Jackie speaks about Jeff, about her going to college and needing to lose her virginity first and how they weren't gonna stay together, how he said he loves her and she didn't say it back but maybe she "should have". It's just so comphet and so familiar to me. And it's the best portrayal of it I've seen. And yes of course it doesn't have to be blatantly stated for it to be real, but without the confirmation I was so frustrated. People who don't get it, who haven't lived it, who probably don't even know what "comphet" means saying we're reaching and that "not everything has to be gay" really did get to me. It shouldn't have, but it did. Because yeah, we're seeing more and more gay characters in media, but they usually follow specific tropes. God forbid there's more than two queer experiences in media. God forbid we showcase how complex it is to discover yourself.

It's so frustrating when people who dated men before coming out are called liars or people don't recognize how being raised in a heteronormative society can make it really difficult to recognize your queerness. And then throw in bisexuality and that can add a whole different type of confusion. Enter shauna. It was just so so perfectly done. It felt so familiar. Finally! There's an out queer couple and then there's these two who aren't necessarily "fighting their queerness" or trying to pray it away, they just don't fully understand or recognize it yet. It was set up so beautifully. And then Jackie died and nothing was confirmed. And I was really sad, but I kept watching because the show is so good and tried to ignore the people who don't get it. But it just felt so special I was sad it went unacknowledged.

But as I've watched more and more, omg. The writers have greatly earned my trust. And I actually love how it played out. I love that we didn't get the confirmation or a love confession or anything while Jackie was alive. Because so many queer people don't ever get that and it hurts. So many queer people die before finding ir understanding themselves. So many queer people never accept themselves. It makes Jackie's death even more tragic. And then Shauna actually confirming her bisexuality adds so many layers to it. SHE'LL NEVER KNOW IF JACKIE FELT THE SAME. Even if ghost jackie confirms it, she'll never actually know. God thats so tragic. And I don't feel its "bury your gays" tropey because its just too real and I can't explain it but the way the went about it was just right. I hope she'll explore that grief later on. I feel like that could be really powerful, but so far the writers are better at this than me lol so we'll see where it goes.

No, we don't have explicit confirmation that Jackie is a lesbian dealing with comphet, but lesbians who have dealt with comphet interpret her that way. We see ourselves represented and it's so special and important to us. And her best friend that we thought could be bi? She is. For sure. And her life continued on long enough that that was confirmed. But Jackie's wasn't. Ouch ouch ouch. There's sooooo many ways that not confirming Jackie's queerness could have gone wrong. Again, bury your gays, queer baiting, all of the tropes. But somehow it doesn't feel like that. I trust the way this story is written and I trust the direction it's going. I don't know if I conveyed what I wanted to here or what else to say I just. Ahhhh I have big feelings about the representation in this show and those feelings are no longer frustrated. There's grief and desperation and sadness, but in a way that feels very healing. And then there's JOY somehow. Lots of JOY IDK I JUST LOVE THIS SHOW THX FOR READING THIS FAR

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Dress Up: Part 3 - Second Preview

Thank you all for yelling at me last night! I got some more story for ya! I want to finish this chapter within the next few days, but I hope you enjoy this :)

Italic lines - 2nd Lucifer is speaking

Bold and Italic lines - Both Lucifers are speaking

Warnings: Oral (f receiving) but not a lot because I gotta leave you wanting more hehe~

"Now sweetheart, I never said "no", now did I?" you heard a familiar soothing voice echo behind you.

You turned your head slowly, only to see an identical Lucifer sitting next to you on the opposite side. You gulped and smiled warily. The other Lucifer grabbed your hand and kissed it delicately.

"You...you want this?" you turned to your Lucifer as the other continually kissed up your arm.

Lucifer beamed at you, taking your other hand. "More than you know! If I'm given the chance to provide you with as much pleasure as I possibly can, I will never turn down that opportunity! Besides, I do owe you from the reception, and I intend to pay it back tenfold."

You didn't think your face could get any more beet red. Your lips met with your Lucifer once more, his tongue gliding across your bottom lip, begging for entrance, to which you happily obliged. The other Lucifer found his way to your neck, now sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin. You had barely begun, and your adrenaline had skyrocketed. You had to pull yourself away before you wouldn't be able to stop yourself.

"I...I'd like to clean up first, if that's alright," you chuckled. Your Lucifer grinned, with both of them standing up and offering you their hands.

"Shall we?" they spoke in unison.

Your face flushed as you took each of their hands, pulling yourself up from the bed. They led you to the illustrious bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. It was way too grand for just a couple. Well, at least you three would take up just a little more space. You stripped out of your reception dress quickly, your lovers following suit. The shower itself could have easily fit everyone on in the hotel inside, but the three of you planned to use the space to your advantage. Once the shower was heated to your liking, you stepped in tentatively, letting the hot water relax your body. You didn't realize how stiff you had been. Perhaps the cause were the two men that just stepped in the shower to join you. One stepped around behind you, the other in front. Perfectly sandwiched between two God-like figured. Her heart threatened to beat out of your chest as you felt two hands gently massage your shoulders while two more thumbed circles around your hips.

"It's alright, darling," your Lucifer spoke calmy from behind. "We'll go at the pace you're most comfortable with, yeah? If you need to stop at any point, say the word and we'll be done." You nodded your head, giving them the 'okay' to continue.

"Let's get you all nice and clean now, love," the other Lucifer cooed. He passed the bottle of shampoo to your Lucifer while he lathered his hands with soap. You felt a pair of hands massaging your scalp ever so gently as they thoroughly scrubbed your soft hair, detangling any knots that may have formed. Two more hands roamed your skin, gliding across every inch of it. Starting at your neck, moving across to your shoulders, down to your breasts. Your breath hitched and you giggled, noticing how long his hands lingered in the specific area. His hands finally moved down lower, to your stomach and your hips, only to reach around and give a few light squeezes to your ass. You knew he was going to be touchy, especially considering it's been an entire week since he's been able to feel you like this. And you weren't going to deny him.

You rinsed your hair, watching the other Lucifer lower himself onto his knees to wash your legs, starting at your calves and working his way up to your thighs. After a few seconds, you noticed his hands have not left your thighs; he continued to run his hands along them delicately but desperately, almost begging for something more. You looked down at him only to be met with pleading eyes. It suddenly clicked with you. Wordlessly, you spread your legs apart slightly, allowing him access to the one area of you that you knew he wanted. That he needed. You let out a few shaky breaths before you at last felt his digits glide along your folds. You didn't know how much you missed the feeling of his fingers until he began his ministrations, easily finding your sensitive nub in the process. You mewled as your Lucifer turned your head to capture your sounds on his lips. You felt the other Lucifer's fingers enter you slowly, causing you to moan into your Lucifer's mouth. He swallowed it happily. You felt him languidly thrust his fingers in and out of you, your walls clenching around them.

"Now this is heaven," your Lucifer whispered against your collarbone. "I can finally tell you how wonderful you taste on my tongue." Without warning, the Lucifer beneath you gripped your thighs and plugged his face into your aching pussy, your knees nearly buckling under its own weight. Luckily, Lucifer caught you and held you close to his chest as the hot water continued to loosen every muscle in your body.

[rwshfordgirl]

oiii gorgeous!! See if u like this, I’ve been overthinking a bit, but hope it’s not bad lol idk, once again I’m here ‘cause of Jude hahaha sorryyy

I was thinkin’ of somethin’ where the reader goes out w/ her friends for a night out, just wanna have fun, chill, and maybe kiss someone. And she does. A super hot guy, the kind that leaves u breathless. But what was supposed to be just a fun moment takes an unexpected turn. On Monday, she arrives for a photoshoot for a big sports brand (Nike, Puma, Adidas, etc.), only to find out she’s gonna be posing w/ a football player, who just so happens to be the guy she kissed that night. The tension was already there, but as the photos are taken, their chemistry gets even more obvious. And the result? The pics turn out so good that ppl start shippin’ them, and even some ppl around them get jealous, ‘cause their connection seems way more than just professional.

Sorry if I went overboard or got too specific haha, couldn’t sum it up 😭😭

Monday Morning

all the images were taken from pinterest.

pairing: jude bellingham x reader!

a/n: thank you for the request, brazilian union 🇧🇷 🗣 it took me a while to write because i wanted something really good, i haven't felt like i've been doing well here and i really wanted to like this fic, it's a great plot. hope you like it!

english is not my first language, please disregard any spelling mistakes.

The new club in Fulham was the new London sensation, your best friend went there on the opening night and has been trying to drag you there ever since, saying it is the best club in town.

Not that going to a nightclub was your favorite idea of fun, but everything told you that it was better to give your friend's idea a chance. Shitty day at work, shitty day at home, coffee spilled on your new coat. "Fuck it, I'm going to distract myself."

In the blink of an eye, you joined your three friends at the club. The DJ's setlist had you dancing like crazy, your hair flying, you raising your hands and singing loudly along with the other girls. Everything was great.

You were feeling at the height of fun, something you hadn't felt since your teenage years when your only concern was passing the year. The looks you got from the men around you made you want to venture even further into that nightclub, but there was someone at the bar who kept an eye on you whenever he could and he was the only one who caught your attention.

"Look at that cutie over there." You pulled your friends gently and shouted, your finger pointing at the man at the bar.

"Go for it, you have nothing to lose."

That was all you needed to hear. You're not the type to hit on men, always waiting for them to make the first move. But today has to be different, today you have to live.

You didn't think twice, you slipped into the crowd and appeared at the opposite end to him. You smiled when you saw him looking for you there, he lost sight of you. But when his eyes met yours and you waved, he lowered his head in embarrassment. He nudged his friend next to him, said something in his ear, and walked over to you.

"Hi." he said in your ear. Reaching out to greet you.

"Hi." you shook his hand.

Her eyes roaming over the male figure in front of her, muscular, smiling and handsome. Her type.

"I've never seen you around here." the loud noise of music, people singing and talking made him speak in your ear.

"It's my first time here."

"My friend owns this place, I'm his partner."

You nodded as you fiddled with the necklace hanging around your neck.

"So you come here often, huh?"

He laughed, running his tongue between his teeth.

"Not really, I live in Madrid."

"Oh, now I remember where I've seen you before! You're the boy from the national team."

He nodded.

"You're right."

It didn't take more than six shared sentences for the player's lips to be glued to his. He didn't kiss you in the middle of the crowd, gently, the English player took you upstairs, empty since it was the space reserved for the team that runs the nightclub.

That kiss wasn't just any kiss, it was the best kiss anyone has ever given. You both shared the same feeling, that your lips were made for each other. His soft lips made you delirious and the taste of your watermelon gloss was delicious, it made him addicted in seconds.

But just like Cinderella, your cell phone alarm went off at midnight, the time you decided you had to leave so you could work with energy tomorrow.

"Do you have to go?"

He asked with his forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavily, you had just kissed intensely.

"Yes, unfortunately yes."

His eyes became sad and inside he tried to understand why he was sad about having to say goodbye to the woman he had just met.

"It was very good, really good...I hope you come back to Madrid safely."

And you walked away, leaving him standing there smiling like a fool, wondering what had just happened.

It will be hard to forget what happened here. But worst of all, you hadn't exchanged names, contacts, nothing. Just the best kiss in the world.

Monday Morning, The next day.

"Jules, sorry! I'm late."

You said after rushing in from your boss's photography room, he smiled at you.

"Relax, Jude is changing his clothes. You can go too."

"Who's is Jude and who's paying my salary today?"

"Jude Bellingham, Real Madrid and England star. And it's Puma."

Jude Bellingham. Jude Bellingham. "Holy shit, it's him, the boy from last night."You knew it was him, how many times had you seen the commercials he does for famous brands? But fate was so good, it put him in your path again. You couldn't believe it.

"Jude is ready."

A woman dressed in an assistant's clothes and accessories came into the room, Jules looked at me and signaled for me to get my clothes and go change.

You was wearing all Puma, from your top to your sneakers. All white.

In the photography room, the same woman from before was adjusting the collar of the gold-collared shirt that Jude was wearing. He had his back turned and didn't see me enter the room.

"Are you ready, Jude?"

Jules asked and you walked to the middle of the room. Finally, Jude saw you, he jumped back discreetly and smiled.

"Hey."

I whispered.

"Hey."

He whispered back.

"You know what to do."

Jules warned and positioned himself behind the photographer.

Jude's hands gently touched your back, just like he did yesterday. Shoulders pressed together, you and he looked at the camera, heard the first click and for the second photo, your eyes were fixed on each other. What made you smile.

"You guys are doing great, keep it up."

The photo shoot drew praise from everyone there, "from now on she has to take all the photos with jude, they were made for each other.", his manager commented, "i see chemistry between them."

Jude and you were embarrassed, but it was natural, you both were acting naturally, Bellingham made you comfortable.

"I didn't expect to see you again." he commented at the end of the photo shoot.

"Neither did I, but I was praying for it to happen, I just didn't know it would be so soon."

He chuckled. His hands in his pocket and the movement he made back and forth, made him even cuter.

"People liked us, you know?"

"If they only knew what we did last night..."

You smiled and lightly patted his shoulder.

"You fool, it was just a kiss."

"A big kiss."

"Yeah, a big kiss."

The days passed, Jude and you exchanged messages, photos, videos, made video calls. You were part of each other's lives now.

But when the photos came out, it was crazy, the media pointed to her as his new girlfriend, the conversation you had that day was overheard and leaked, people didn't see it as a normal photo shoot.

J: lol did you see the news and the comments?

Y/N: i guess i'm your girlfriend from now on.

J: i don't care, i already had the intention of asking you to be mine.

Y/N: really? i'd be honored.

J: My girlfriend.

[fanfictiongirlie]

X-Men: The Chase Chapter One

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Pairings: Logan x (First Person) Female Character (No use of Y/N)

Description: Being a mutant with the power to create electricity is dangerous, the X-Men think so. So running away from them, specifically Logan, seemed like a good idea. A game of cat and mouse ensues, until one day, running gets boring. And finally, Logan catches up with her.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Swearing, silly plot tbh, eventual smut

I heard noises outside the apartment, I swore softly to myself looking around the room, I had been in this safe house for a month...I looked around frantically, not seeing anywhere as a good enough hiding place, they were going to find me. I heard banging on the door, it made me jump, little shocks of electricity sparking from my fingers. I crouched behind the couch, this wasn't going to be enough, the banging on the door continued until it was kicked in. 

"Fuck" I muttered to myself, I had no choice, they'd find me, and if I jumped out from my hiding place maybe I'd have the upper hand. My powers were strong, one of the strongest I'd heard of, maybe I could fight them and escape. 

"Alright where are ya?" I heard a voice, it was deep, loud... I heard multiple sets of footsteps walk into the shitty apartment. I jumped from my hiding place, four people looked at me, they were dressed in matching uniforms, all yellow, I'd laugh if I wasn't so focused on escaping. They all whipped round to look at me, the man in front looked angry, but the rest looked...not angry? As well as the angry looking one, there was another man with shielded eyes and two women, one with white hair and the other with red hair. 

"Finally decided to show your face?" The angry one spoke, I sneered at him, they had been banging on that door for a while. I panicked, didn't bother speaking to them, I let my electric shoot from my fingertips, sparks flying around my body. 

"What? You gonna hurt me with that, kid?" The angry one asks. 

"Logan, don't provoke her" The white haired woman spoke. 

"I don't want to hurt you, but I will, if I have too" I hissed, I wouldn't be taken. I had been a prisoner before, never again. The angry one; Logan chuckled and took a step closer to me. 

"You think you have a chance?" He asked, his tone full of amusement and mockery. I sneered and shock an electric bolt from my hands, zapping the floor near his feet. He stopped walking towards me, he glanced down to his shoes, his smirk only grew wider. 

"Tsk tsk..You're going to have to try harder than that" He teases, taking another step towards me. 

"Pl...please..I..I just want to be left alone" I answer, my voice whimpering every so slightly. He continued slowly stepping towards me, a look of mock sympathy crossing his face as he spoke. 

"Sorry sweetheart, but you know that we can't do that" Logan says, his voice rough. 

"Why?" I ask, allowing my electric to slowly travel around my body, illuminating the edges of my body. Logan chuckled darkly, chuckling under his breath. He stepped closer, being an arms length away from me now, he lifted his hand to reach out to me. I used my power to shock his hand away. 

"Why?..Because you're a dangerous mutant" He spoke. I rolled my eyes, there were plenty dangerous mutants. I wasn't one if I was left alone. I hissed allowing my electric to shock him again. 

"Did I strike a nerve, or are you always this feisty?" Logan asks, his voice sounding far more angrier than before. I shock him again, causing him to fall back on his arse. He landed hard on the ground nearly crashing into his little team. 

"You're a little powerhouse, that's for sure" He grinned, standing back up, he was smirking again. It pissed me off. Why wasn't he scared. I could fry him in seconds. 

"Leave. Me. Alone." I growl. He laughed at me, crossing his arms over his chest, his team staying quiet, they looked equally annoyed at Logan. 

"Why would I do that sweetheart?" He smirked "You're cute, feisty, and dangerous, I'm not gonna leave you alone" 

I growled again, looking behind me out the window, I was too high up to jump, and I didn't fancy the glass shards cutting my skin to shreds. 

"Don't even think about it" Logan growled, seeing that I had looked to the window. 

"I haven't done anything wrong" I snapped. 

"You're dangerous darling.. You can't control the amount of power you have, just come with us" He explains, his words becoming louder with each word. 

"I can control my powers..." I sneered. 

"Oh yeah? What happened with that store you robbed the other day? You set off an electrical fire to get away" He yelled, I flinched a little at the volume of his voice. 

"I needed money dipship, and I didn't kill anyone!"

His eyebrow raised, though a slightly amused look was still over his face. 

"No need for name calling sweetheart" He replies, a hint of warning in his voice "You don't need to steal, there are other ways to get money in this world"

"I've been alone since I was 9 dickhead, I get money the way I want to get money" I snapped, I eyed the window again, thinking it might be worth it. 

"No family then kid?" Logan asks, I roll my eyes are him. 

"Obviously not arsehole, they ditched me when I first showed signs of my powers!" 

"Sounds like they were arseholes" His voice sounded softer when he spoke, I growled, my electric spitting from my fingertips. 

"Yeah, just like you guys" I snap, my electric sparking from my body, getting closer to the four of them as I pushed my power out further. I watched Logan chuckle again, I wanted to zap that chuckle. 

"Darling? I ain't an arsehole, maybe I'd be nicer if you weren't being so damn hostile"

"You come after me! And expect me to be nice?" I hiss. 

"I'm just doing my job" Logan says, holding his hands up. "Besides you're the one shooting electric from your damn hands"

"I can't just stop it, it's a part of me asshat" I hissed, I looked to the doorway, it was wide open, I wouldn't make it... I watched Logan roll his eyes, his white haired teammate was looking at my electric curiously. I could feel the red haired one in my head, it pissed me off more. 

"You're gonna have to learn to control that sweetheart"

"I can control it, but you're pissing me off, I get a little sparky when I'm pissed off" I sneer, my electric sparking from my fingertips bounding on the floor and back up to my fingers. 

"That means I'll have to keep pissing you off" He smirked. 

"Fucking arsehole" I muttered. 

"I would be hurt, if your insults weren't so damn cute" He said sarcastically, his smirk only growing at my anger. I growled and shocked him harder than I had before, his body shook, he growled through it, normally that would of knocked someone out, I felt doubtful of my powers of a second. I shot out electric to the man with shielded eyes and he fell to the ground, okay so my power was working. 

"Is that all you've got sweetheart?"

"Fuck, why'd they send four of you fuckers anyways?" I ask, I couldn't shock them all at once, not with the red one in my head, she'd stop me before I got the chance. 

"To deal with a feisty little thing like you, obviously" Logan growled. 

"Just let me go" I asked, my voice not as demanding, maybe they'd feel sorry for me. 

"Sorry darling, no can do" Logan smirks. 

"You are the most annoying creature I have ever fucking met" I hiss. He faked a wounded expression, putting his hands over his heart pretending to be hurt by the comment. "You hurt my feelings sweetheart"

"Enough of this" I snap, shooting my electric all over my body and pushing it outwards, I had never used this much power in such a small room before, but the four of them fell to the ground which gave me enough time to run past them out of the apartment. 

"See ya fuckers!" I yelled backwards as I ran rast out of the building and onto the streets. I kept running, not looking behind me, I kept running, running until when I looked behind me I couldn't see any mutants, no one was chasing me anymore. Smirking to myself I stopped running, and started walking, off to find a new safe house. 

So, that's chapter one. There won't be many chapter to this one, maybe five or six. I've nearly finished it, I will warn ya, it's a weird story, not for anything weird weird, but the plot's a little silly, that's all. Though overall, I personally think it's an enjoyable little read. So hope you enjoy! <3

[kittykat-25]

HOME- S.Coups Fic Epilogue

Pairing: Seungcheol x F. Reader

Genre: Comfort, Scoups being a complete softie for his girl

Synopsis: you've never had an issue with hiding your relationship with Seungcheol but he does when your ex gets a little too close.

A/N: the Epilogue!! Crazy this started off as a cute little one shot I wrote while on a car ride🫣 I hope you all enjoy and be on the lookout for a new S.Coups Fic in the future🤍

As Seungcheol guides you into the car, the reality of what occurred inside has you laughing, quietly then bursting out of you. “I’m glad one of us finds this situation humorous.” Your boyfriend says as he shuts his own car door. “I’m sorry Cheollie.” You said calming yourself down. You look over at your boyfriend, your protector and your eyes soften “thank you.” You said softly, cupping his face. He grabs your hand a places a kiss to your knuckles before turning his attention to the road. “That was fun.” Jeonghan quips from the backseat. “Your definition of fun and mine are very different.” Wonwoo replies. You turn in your seat, meeting the eyes of the other four men. “I’m sorry I disturbed boys night. But thank you for coming. You guys are the best.” The love shining back at you made you tear up, “hard to compare us to that hot mess in there.” Joshua said with a smile. You chuckled, the movement making the tears fall from your eyes. You turned back around, wiping them quickly. “Why are you crying my love?” Cheol asked, his hand gently massaging your thigh. “They were my best friends, and they were my people. It’s just funny to me how quickly that all has changed.” You said quietly, focused on a peice of your hair instead of meeting anyone’s eyes. You felt a hand land on your head, “we will happily be your people, you’ve been one of us since the day we met you.” Jeonghan said with a smile. You smiled, “I love yall.” You replied to no one specific. “We love you too.” Mingyu, patting your head. “I stabbed a knife into the table.” You chuckled. “Oh we saw, it was amazing.” Joshua retorted. “Probably the best thing we’ve seen all week.” Mingyu added. “You don’t get an opinion.” Cheol stated, his lips turning into an all too familiar pout. “What’s this about?” You said sweetly squishing his cheeks. The other four in the back burst out laughing, “I’m so confused.” You said looking between your boyfriend and friends.

The car rolled to a stop outside of you and Seungcheol’s house. Reaching towards the door handle “don’t even try it.” You heard your boyfriend say before his door shut and he walked around the car. Opening your door, extending his hand to help you out. “Funny how he never treats us that way.” Mingyu grumbled from the front of the car. “Speak for yourself.” Jeonghan quipped as he strutted up the walkway to the front door. You were tucked closely to Cheols side, you could feel how tense he was. Choosing to stay quiet until the other men left. “I’m going to go freshen up, yall enjoy the game.” You said as you walked inside, reaching down to pet Kkuma, “hi princess” you said softly to the pup, giving her a kiss before making your way up the stairs. The dog stretched and looked between you and Cheol before following you upstairs. As you did your nighttime routine after a hot shower, your mind kept wandering back to your so called friends. You had known them for years and never had they treated you like this, you and Tori had been attached at the hip until your relationship fell apart. They had all picked your ex, even though he was the one who cheated. After you moved she had reached out and you had been trying to mend that friendship, excited to see her again. You hadn’t realized you were crying until the hot tears dropped onto your cold skin. Crouched to the floor you let yourself properly mourn the loss of your friends.

Seungcheol was not watching the game, he could not care less about Baseball when his girl was upstairs. “Staring at the stairs isn’t going to make her come back down.” Joshua said, not taking his eyes off the tv. Seungcheol huffed, “just go, we’ll lock up when we leave.” Jeonghan added nudging his friend’s arm. He took the steps two at a time, pausing outside the bathroom door when he heard your muffled sobs. Opening the door slowly, “baby?” He found you curled up on the floor against your vanity, Kkuma at your feet. His heart broke seeing the red of your face and tears streaming down your cheeks. He made his way over to you, sitting down and pulling you into his lap, you buried your head into his chest. “I’m getting your shirt wet.” You sniffed. “I don’t like this shirt anyways.” He replied, running a hand down your hand soothingly. You lifted your head enough to look at this shirt. “I bought you this shirt.” You said with a pout. His hand froze, “I didn’t mean it, just shhhh it’s alright.” He chuckled, nudging your head back down.

He stayed with you until you had calmed down enough to finish your skin care before curling up with you in bed, kkuma snuggled up at the foot of the bed. “Are you going to get in trouble for this?” You asked quietly, tracing swirls up his arms that circled you. “I’ll handle it.” He retorted, “Cheol-“ “baby, there was not a force in this world that would have stopped me from coming to you. I will handle any publicity or heat from the company. Don’t worry.” He said before you could even start. You nodded and snuggled closer to him. “I love you Cheollie.” You said quietly, “thank you for loving me so well and always being here.” Cheol kissed the back of your neck where his head was currently resting. “I love you y/n. Get some rest.” You closed your eyes and let yourself fully relax after the night in the arms of the man who you knew would choose you every time.

A/N: ANDDDD that’s it folks! I hope y’all have enjoyed this🥰

@hi-cherry 🤍🤍

[transfemme-shelterdog]

it's fucking lonely

honestly, that's the worst part about being a trans woman who at least attempts to stick up for trans men. i can't trust anyone. it's hard to actually reach out to people and make friends and keep them because i'm constantly so scared that it won't hold up. most trans men aren't actually raging transmisogynists no matter what the transradfems want you to think, but a distinct amount of them are, and I know it reflects on me that it makes it hard to meet them because of that but that doesn't really change the fact that it does

trans women on here are honestly almost fucking worse. i've had to instantly hardblock so many mutuals i actually really liked because they can't stop going mask off about how they think trans men benefit from patriarchy, or talking shit about people i really like, or reblogging callout posts about my alt they don't know is me where i actually felt brave enough to speak up about this. the "love every trans woman you meet before it's too late" thing somehow never seems to hold up when it's a trans woman who doesn't agree with them about how they're actually the only oppressed people ever, it's all just meaningless platitudes they refuse to put into practice when the chips are down

anyway trans men who follow op and are seeing this: you aren't inherently evil for being a trans man. you are not being transmisogynistic by talking about the specific ways you're oppressed and wanting to have language for it

trans women seeing this: you're a good person. you aren't in the wrong for talking about how mainstream (trans)feminist theory doesn't properly address your struggles or complaining it ignores and speaks over the experiences of trans men. there are people out there who will support you as a person when people write callout posts about you, insinuating you believe things you've never said, for disagreeing with them. if you consider yourself a transfeminist, ask yourself how you would react when another transfem disagrees with you.

sorry i'm venting on your blog, op. i really admire you being willing to talk abt this sort of thing as openly as you do and if anyone i follow is willing to host this inane string of rambling its probably you lol. you dont have to post this if you dont want, i just felt like i had to say it bc its kind of eating me up inside, and i dont wanna post it on main because the transradfems will all tell me to kill myself again lmao

Oh it's incredibly lonely, I totally agree. The amount of trans women I've met online and irl that have basically distanced themselves from me because I believe that trans men can be oppressed is a depressing amount. It's incredibly isolating, but I don't regret a thing.

It's important that we stand together and not falter in our support of each other, no matter what. The moment we stop supporting each other is the moment the transphobes both within and outside the trans community win.

[drefear]

Hail to the King (prologue)

Summary: Miguel O’Hara is the head of the biggest mafia family in Nueva York, scaring almost all of its citizens. Except you. And that’s exactly what he needs.

The restaurant was on 5th Avenue, between Gucci and Balenciaga. Miguel stepped out of his SUV and buttoned the suit jacket he had on, glancing around at the glittering lights of the street, identifying certain faces he knew and familiarizing the ones he didn’t. Walking into the restaurant, he glanced at security at the front and they just nodded at him as he walked in towards the hostess stand. The girl looked up at the 6’9 man, intimidated as she kept her eyes down once she realized who he was, and led him to a table towards the back.

This was a normal night for him once a month, taking a specific meeting here to discuss imports and exports to the city and the competition of the other families.

Miguel O’Hara was a name that many feared in this city, The head of the O’Hara family, a facade for the mafia that ran Nueva York, he was in charge of most organized crime within the metropolitan area and some of the biggest drug trafficking rings within the state. Being a mafia boss aside, the man was huge. His hand could wrap around an average man’s throat and crush it without flexing more than his hand.

He walked to his table without really needing to be led, the girl placing the menus down and walking away without a word. He sat and spread his legs a bit, leaning one elbow on the table and thinking quietly. Another presence made him stand and reach forward, shaking the man’s hand.

“Nice to see you again.” He spoke and sat with the man, talking about some business.

You were new. Very new. Your second night. You’d just moved to the city to become a writer, loving the scenery and hustle of the lives here. Visiting when you were young was always the best feeling, your parents showing you around and bringing you around to see the staples of Nueva York.

You had just finished serving another table for a lovely couple visiting the city as you saw someone get seated in your section. Walking towards the table with a skip in your step, you smiled at the two men and waved. “Hello! I’ll be your server tonight, how about we get started with-”

“Where’s Gwen?” Miguel glared at you as he raised a brow, as if you’d disrespected him in some way.

“Oh, uh. She’s not working tonight.” You added, intimidated.

“I only order from Gwen.” He deadpanned as you scrunch your nose in confusion. “Go get Peter.” He demanded, to which you began to boil a bit. How dare he speak to you like this? Yes, this was a very high end restaurant, but no one was allowed to treat you so terribly, to speak down to you. Your mother taught you never to accept that type of behavior.

“I don’t think I will.” You answered, with the same insulting tone he did, the man sitting across him staring at you with wide eyes. “At least, until you learn to speak to me correctly.”

“Do you know who I am?” He hissed, eyes boring into you and standing in front of you with a towering stature, but you didn’t care. Big or small, no one got to demean you.

“No, and frankly, I don’t care. I don’t give a shit enough about a 15 dollar tip to tolerate your rudeness. Learn how to speak to people before you walk around like some bigshot.” You leaned up towards him, eyes narrowed with anger that mirrored his.

Someone rushed in between the two of you and placed a hand on both of your shoulders. “Hey! Miguel, hi, how are you? I forgot to tell you that Gwen wasn’t feeling well today and called out sick. Hopefully, our new little beauty will suffice.” Peter, your manager, spoke with a friendliness in his voice, a familiarity he must have had with Miguel.

The hulking man stood up straighter, still looking down at you with a snarl still evident on his face. “She won’t be working here anymore.” He spoke in a cool tone, as if just asking about the weather. Your jaw dropped and you glanced between him and Peter.

“You can’t- I don’t-” You stuttered in disbelief and watched him unbutton his suit jacket, taking it off. “How dare you?” You got louder now, calling attention from the few hidden tables beside you.

“You have a disregard for who someone is, and you have no patience for others who try to put you in your place.” He announced, ignoring your angry chatter. “You start to work for me right now.”

“What?” You and Peter gawked as he sat back down and handed you his coat.

“I do not work for you.” You growled with hatred dripping from your lips.

“Well, you don’t have another job anymore, isn't that right, Peter?” He flashed a look of Warning to Peter and he looked between you two before giving you an apologetic smile. “Glad that’s understood. Go wait in the car and I’ll be out in ten minutes to take you home and give you your new assignments for tomorrow.” he waved you off and everything in your being shook with rage. You removed your apron and threw it at the large man.

“Fuck you!” You shouted before exiting the building.

Chapter 1

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[bakvrue]

ryusui x reader

my first time writing for him and dr stone, a cute little piece of fluff, beginnings of romance

Mid afternoon sun shines through the canopy above as you walk back to your village. Your morning was spent aboard a ship of science for a small excursion: the open sea, whale watching, geography mapping, technology you never thought you would see again, and a man who you can't seem to take your eyes off of.

Even now as he and Senku converse ahead of you your eyes are glued to him. Ryusui is magnetic, drawing everything and everyone to him, even if they don't want to be there. But you? You wish you could be with him all the time.

The way he smiles, the way he cares about others, the way he puts his plans into action to get what he wants, the way he…

“Hello?” Your doctor friend walking beside you waves her hand in front of your face, “You listening?” She knows full well you were not.

You tear your gaze away from the blonde and look over at her and your other friend, the village's agricultural master. Both of their eyebrows are raised, their eyes pointing between you and Ryusui.

You know they saw what happened aboard the ship. Ryusui and you got closer and closer throughout the day until his hand made itself comfortable on the small of your back. They could probably see your heart beating out of your chest.

“We’re talking about dinner—”

“Are you joining us?”

“Or did you make other plans?”

The way they finish each other's sentences makes you feel like you're being circled by snakes.

Ever the opportunist, you speak a little louder, “Oh, I hadn't made any dinner plans yet.”

The blonde captain turns his head a quarter before looking back straight ahead and a rush goes through you, whatever jumping for joy looks like, you could probably do that right now.

Your friends shake their heads, if it was just the three of you you would bring up the men that have had their hearts fluttering recently, but with Tsukasa just a few people behind you and Senku in front of you, you choose peace.

Just before the village comes into view you bound up next to Ryusui and you don't notice Senku taking a few steps back to give you the semblance of privacy.

You reach your hand up, half jumping to pluck the captain's hat right off his head. You've heard a few stories about this specific hat; thrown off into a storm to gauge wind currents. The hat came back to him and maybe some of that luck can rub off on you.

It's too big and a little damp but you plop it on your head, laughing as it falls over your eyes.

The electric feeling in your chest, it feels like you're back in high school flirting with the boy you liked.

He lifts the hat slightly, adjusting it on your head so that you can see. Your cheeks warm from his attention as you thank him.

“That hat isn't free, you know.” His smirk sends butterflies to your stomach.

“Everything has a price. Yes, yes, I know.”

There's a twinkle in your eye as you put your hands behind your back and look up at him. A mistake.

The sun shines on his blond hair, his brown eyes are as bright as you've ever seen them. His irises swimming with something akin to desire.

Your foot snags on a hidden root and you start to fall forward until his hands grab you, steadying you on your feet.

You hear snickering behind you and whip your head around to find your friends and Senku looking anywhere but you, whistling and admiring the canopy.

“Pay me in your time.” You look back at him with your mouth partially opened, and he laughs. “The price for the hat. Dinner tonight.”

You right yourself, his arms no longer supporting you and you immediately miss their warmth.

“Dinner tonight,” you nod, “but I'm keeping the hat until then.”

“It looks better on you anyways.”

You reach the edge of the village and Ryusui follows Senku towards the science sector while you make your way back to the medical barn with your friends.

“Don't say a word,” you warn while they immediately burst out in laughter, and you end up laughing with them. Tripping into your crushes arms is hilarious, but now you have a date to get ready for.