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[solelifauna]

Yandere Batfam & Neglected Reader Prt. 2

Okay, so I didn't realize how much building I was gonna do around (Y/n's) social life so this chapter is honestly about knowing (y/n). Anyways, the next chapter will be from the batfam's pov and focus more on the yandere bits! Hope you enjoy this chapter tho!

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The change started slowly on a normal evening, an evening like every other. It was a football season game day, the big match between the Gotham City High Bats and the Gotham Prep Knights. For the rich prep kids, this was nothing more than another game, but for your school, this game was everything. This would help your school get the recognition and funding it deserves, and allow some students to be scouted and rewarded for their talent.

Not only that, but Gotham Prep always, every season goes to state, beating out all the other public schools in the city. They haven’t lost a game since the early 80s so there was a lot riding on this game. 

Your role, funnily enough, was representing the school as one of the Gotham City High school cheerleaders. Turns out that the gymnastics classes you took before were actually useful for purposes other than trying to impress Dick. You surprisingly took to cheerleading like a fish to water, liking the competitiveness and sense of belonging that came from joining the team. 

Anyways, you, the cheer team, and the football team were on a bus headed towards the bigger, better Gotham Prep football field. The bus was loud with music and schoolmates hyping each other up for the big game. Ethan, a friend of yours on the football team was nervously shaking his leg and squeezing his helmet so hard you thought it would crack.

Both you and your friend Arya noticed.

“Ethan, the game hasn’t even started yet and I already see a crack forming on your helmet.” You said jokingly, a gentle arm on his shoulder.

He startled, “Jesus Christ (Y/n) warn a guy next time.” Ethan spoke, offering a nervous smile.

“You need to stop freaking out bro. When you do, it freaks out the others on the team.” Arya gently said.

“I know, I know but— but there’s just a lot riding on this game. For a lot of us, this is our only way to get out of Gotham, and if we screw up the finals, we’ll be stuck here forever.” Ethan said solemnly, looking around at all his teammates.

“Well then good thing you guys aren’t gonna lose. Y’all have spent two years training to make this comeback, to make sure that Gotham City High finally gets this win. I promise you’ve worked harder than those assholes at Gotham Prep, so just go out there and put your training to use. Don’t let your nerves get to you, you have no reason to.” You calmly said.

“Yeah—yeah, we have trained harder, haven't we? Yeah, you’re right! We've just gotta go out there and play like we've practiced.” Ethan exclaimed, as if suddenly realizing why he should have confidence in himself and his team.

“Exactly!” Arya said, matching his enthusiasm and hitting Ethan playfully on the shoulder. 

The rest of the bus ride to the stadium was louder than ever, the coach and other teammates taking turns to hype up the more nervous members, to get them confident for the field. Everything was about normal once everyone made it to the stadium. The band was set up, and people were flooding the bleachers. It wasn’t until the last ten minutes before the game when normalcy died.

“Hey (Y/n), isn’t that your family?” A girl, Maya, says.

Lo’ and behold, Bruce Wayne and his entire gaggle of children were sitting on the home side of the bleachers, sporting Gotham Prep t-shirts. 

“What—oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. What the hell are they doing here, they don’t even like football like that!?” You shout in frustration.

It was then when you remembered a conversation Dick, Bruce, and Damian had at the dinner table. Something about how it would help Damian out if he started going to school events and games, getting him acclimated to what being a normal teenager was like. That was all fine and dandy, but you didn't think the entire damn family was going to show up. Oh, the gossip columns are gonna have a field day with this. You could already imagine the headlines, “Bruce Wayne openly isolates daughter (Y/n) Wayne” or even, “The Wayne Family once again publicly shows dislike for daughter (Y/n) Wayne.”

You rolled your eyes at the thought, you had bigger things to worry about right now.

“Are you good (Y/n)?” Arya questions softly. 

She was one of the only people who you spoke your sorrows to, one of the only people who actually knows of just how lonely you were. Of course everyone knew that Bruce Wayne and his family didn't really like you very much– thank you Vicky vale– but nobody but Arya and Ethan really understood the crux of your situation. 

“Yeah, I'm all good bro, don't worry about it. Just focus on the game.” You said dismissively. It didn't bother you anymore, sure it hurt a little bit, but this was expected.

“Alright, its time to shake hands with the other team, everyone line up!” the football Coach, Coach Daniels, all but yelled.

You sighed, moving to the front of the line for the cheerleaders; you were team captain after all. Both the football teams and cheerleaders made their way to the center of the field where they met. You looked back at the rest of your team, you all knew that this was going to be an unpleasant interaction, it always was. The Gotham Prep cheer captain walked up to you, disdain and poorly concealed disgust on her face. You all quickly shook hands, trying to get this exhausting ordeal done and over with, but of course the other captain had to open her mouth.

“You lower end city girls sure have your own sense of style.” Darla, which was basically code for calling you and your team sluts. Wow, how original.

“You should see what’s underneath the jacket.” You replied, giving her a sharp smile.

She floundered, clearly expecting her insult to rile you and your team up. 

“Ugh, as expected of Bruce Wayne’s biggest embarrassment. You sad Daddy doesn't like you? Or maybe she’s just glad she gets to mooch off of him before he ends up disowning her.” Another girl pipes up, drawing mind grating giggles from the rest of their team. You recognized her, she was the daughter of some hot-shot CEO.

You just tiredly look back at your team, a few of them getting angry on your behalf while others looked to you in concern. 

“What, not going to say anything?” The other captain haughtily questioned. 

“I mean, what exactly is the response you’re expecting? Yeah, Bruce Wayne doesn't like me, but at least I didn't have to buy my way into the cheer team or have my daddy pay to make sure I wasn't held back.” You stated boredly.

She was silent in shock, right before the anger came bursting through.

“You whore! I’m going to fuck you up, take you to court and sue you!” She shrieked.

“You’re going to sue me? You mean sue Bruce Wayne?” You snorted, “Like that’ll ever happen. And bitch, you couldn’t fight if your life depended on it, so next time you threaten me remember–I can and will beat the ever-loving shit outta you.”

That must have sparked some fear in her because she just turned around and led her team back to their side of the field. You’re sure others noticed your altercation, obviously having no idea what was being said, but it was clear to both sides of the field that nothing good was said. You’re ready to turn back to your side when you accidentally make eye contact with Tim. The cold, calculating look in his eyes has you shifting in discomfort, you quickly look away as the cheer team and football players head back to their respective sides.

The players took their place onto the field while your team got into formation.

“Aright guys, this’s the big one! Give it all you got, just like we practiced!” You yelled.

Just like that, the whistle blew signaling that the game started. 

By the time you reach half time, Gotham Prep is fifteen points ahead of Gotham High. Your school does its low budget halftime performance which pales in comparison to the extravagant Gotham Prep performance. Your side of the stadium grows louder, louder in support of the football team. Before you know it, the boys are lining up for the second half of the game. Thankfully, Gotham High shoots up in points, the score now becoming 34 to 29. The issue is, the game is starting to come to an end with only two minutes on the clock. The crowd is loud, but everyone knows it'll be damn near impossible for Gotham High to win now. The only way to win would be to score a touch-down, which would bring Gotham High to 35 points.

It isn't until the 36 second mark when Ethan sees an opening and makes a run for it with the ball. The crowd is booming, your own voice adding to the mix of cheers and shouts. 

“Come on Ethan! Come on!” You yell, voice undoubtedly hoarse.

There's 5 seconds on the clock when Ethan dives over an opposing player and rolls into the other team's touchdown zone. The score board changes, the numbers now showcasing 34 to 35. Gotham City High with 35. Everyone goes crazy. You and Arya are holding each other jumping up and down. Holy shit, yall won! The football team was celebrating on the field, as they’re announced as the winners, a big trophy being handed into Ethan and his team's hands. And by tradition, you, Arya and the coach go grab the large gatorade barrel and proceed to soak the football team with it. There are yelps and laughs but everyone knows what it means, it means “you’ve won”. You and Arya run up to Ethan launching into him, uncaring of the gatorade now soaking your uniforms. 

It was a good day, a happy day. Everyone started loading up into the buses, starving for the victory dinner at Taco Bell. You honestly, truly forget that the Bats were even here. Shit hits the fan however, when you're in the middle of messing up a chalupa and Bruce Wayne and the rest of his brood walk in, making awkward eye contact with you. You promptly proceed to choke, Arya hitting your back to get you to stop. You do, but holy shit was that embarrassing. Also, what in the ever-loving fuck were they doing here!? 

Before you could voice your utter disbelief, another familiar face barrels into your table. Oh great.

“Hey ladies, how’d you like the game? Betcha I looked good on the field.” The voice of Adrien, a freshman player on the team, made itself known. 

He even made it a point to flex his arm muscles, hoping to impress you and Arya. You both just looked at each other before bursting out laughing. This poor freshman has been trying to get with y'all all year, despite you and Arya being sophomores. His god-awful attempts at flirting were absolutely adorable and downright hilarious. 

“Guys please don't laugh, I promise I have better pick up lines.” he begs, his demeanor that of a kicked puppy.

“I'm sorry man, you're just too adorable, we can't take you seriously.” Arya says amused.

“Why don't you go talk to one of the freshman cheerleaders? I'm sure I heard Hiba and Darla talking about how good you did on the field.” You pipped in.

“No way! Are you serious!? Oh-uh, gotta blast ladies! See ‘ya around!” Adrien stutters, excitedly scrambling off to go find the girls you mentioned.

You and Arya broke off again into a fit of laughter.

“Were you guys teasing Adrien again?” Comes a lighthearted scold from Ethan.

“Not anymore than usual. Plus, I think we finally got him to pursue girls in his own grade.” You responded, a smug smile on your face.

Ethan just chuckled before sitting down with you and Arya. You all talked and laughed some more, your mood only being slightly soured by the Wayne family’s presence at the table across from yours. You did your best to avoid their not-so-casual glances in your direction. Why they were here is a can of worms you had to marinate on later. But for now, you'd just enjoy the rest of your night.

It didn't take long before everyone started getting ready to leave. Some students had their parents come pick them up, probably to go celebrate the school's victory with their families, whilst everyone else was getting ready to load back up into the buses and head to the school where parents would be waiting for their kids. You, however, would be biking back to the manor on your own. Sure both Arya’s and Ethan’s parents had offered you a ride, but you had declined. There was no need for them to go out of their way for you, especially when they should be spending their time celebrating with their children. You’d honestly just ruin the mood with your shitty circumstances.

So as you threw away the last of your trash and started walking to leave the restaurant, you were not expecting to be stopped, let alone stopped by Bruce Wayne. You froze, not knowing what to do. What did he want?

“(Y/n),” He started, voice lacking any tell-tale emotions, “no need to get on the bus, you’ll be riding home with us.”

You noticed immediately how he didn't really give you a choice, just an order meant to be followed. You swallowed nervously, you did not, under any circumstances want to be in a car with any of them.

“There's no need for that Bruce, I–um actually left my bike back at the school and I can't just leave it there so…yeah. I’ll–I'll see you back at the manor.” You said nervously. You weren't used to talking to him and to be quite frank he scared you.

Bruce of course took note of the fact you had not called him “dad” or “father” and had called home, “the manor” instead. This is when Dick decided to chime in.

“What, you're not going to bike all the way back home, are you?” Dick jested sarcastically.

“Uh, yeah? It's how I get back home everyday.” You mention abashed. Did they seriously not even know how you got home? Whatever, you’re too tired for this.

Bruce and Dick glance at each other, their shared look holding a meaning you couldn't understand.

“Well, it doesn't matter. You’ll just ride home with us from now on.” Dick stated, faux cheer in his voice. 

“Wha–what? Hold up, I can’t just leave without my bike! It’s gonna get stolen or–”

“We’ll get a new one, now stop fussin' and get a move on,” Jason grumbles, cutting you off.

You just sigh in defeat. Why the hell are they doing this? Why now? In the end, your questions don't matter as you get marched over to the waiting Rolce Royce Limo. That was when Arya and Ethan noticed you walking away from the bus, not even noticing the Waynes in their hurry to catch up to you.

“Hey (Y/n), why are ‘ya–oh.” Arya yells out before going silent after noticing the intimidating figure of Bruce Wayne and the even more intimidating figure of Jason Todd.

“Oh, hey guys. So–uh, I actually have a ride back to the manor now so I'm all good.” You say awkwardly.

“That's–that's great! But, what about your bike bro?” Ethan questions worriedly, the awkward and almost tense energy affecting him.

“I'm just going to pray and hope that it's still there when I come back for it tomorrow.”You answer tiredly.

“Damn, well, get home safe and get some sleep. We’ll see you soon girl.” Arya says, hugging you.

You hug her back.

“You too guys, get home safe. And Ethan, good job on the field bro, we’re all super proud of you.” You voice, a small smile on your face while you give him a hug.

“Thanks (Y/n), couldn't have done it without y’all hyping me up.” He says.

“Alright, alright no more sappy, corny lines. Now get on the bus before Coach Daniels pops another blood vessel.” You joke.

“Shit, I didn't even realize that was him yelling! Ethan, we gotta go! See ya (Y/n).” Arya exclaims, practically dragging Ethan to the bus with her.

You wave at them, your smile slowly disappearing as you realize you're about to have the worst fifteen minutes of your life on this car ride. The staring you were trying to ignore when talking to your friends was more prevalent now, making you anxious as you entered the car, squirming and fiddling uncomfortably in your seat as everyone else piled in.

You internally sighed as you heard the door shut and the car engine start. Perhaps it’d be better if you drank acid and died instead, but alas, it was too late for any of that. 

You’d just do your best to stay quiet and avoid the eyes boring into your very being.

[star-girl69]

Caught You Girl

Georgia Amoore x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: georgia fiercely defends what is hers

also hi new pfp 😝

a/n: sorry for not posting in 10 years lol… shoutout to my wifey @cosmopretty bc she helped me w this 🫶 also the pictures at the beginning are from her…. tbh this fic would not exist without her everyone say thank you! this is also so bad but it’s ok ❤️

Caught You Boy - Lana Del Rey (Unreleased)

warnings: mentions of sex, lots of swearing, that’s it i think but lmk if i missed anything!!

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@/georgiaamoore my girlfriend is hotter than you and smarter than you and just better tbh (anyways happy 6 months my sweet girl can’t believe we kept it hidden for this long)

y/n.l/n it’s sweet that you think so highly of me but i thought you knew… i’m straight…

georgiaamoore @y/n.l/n bloody hell spare me

kamoreaarnold SOOO WHEN WE GETTING YOUR GIRL ON THE LIVE

y/n.l/n @kamoreaarnold wait i’m important enough to be on a KK ARNOLD LIVE????

kamoreaarnold @y/n.l/n GIRL YES WTF??

user-1 OKAYYYY HARD LAUNCH 😍

user-2 WHO STOLE MY WIFE.

user-3 @/user-2 she’s @y/n.l/n and did you not read the caption? she’s better than you

user-4 let me in there 😫😫

user-5 OMG I’m so happy for y’all 🫶

nika.muhl I feel like a proud mother

You are definitely not famous, despite the ten thousand followers that appeared out of nowhere, but your girlfriend and your friends definitely are.

You’ve been sitting on the floor for a few minutes now, KK Arnold’s phone propped up on the low coffee table in front of you, staring in shock at the rising viewers and the comments that pour in faster than you can read some of them.

Your jaw actually drops a bit when the viewer count hits 300.

You’re not famous. You’re not good in the spotlight. You’re awkward and you stutter over your words, you can’t get it out of your head how many people are watching you and analyzing everything you do.

You’re the new girl. The new person to pick apart.

And even worse, you’re Georgia’s girlfriend. And if the fans didn’t know about her official 6 month post, they can definitely see now that you’re more than friends.

Georgia has her arm wrapped around your shoulders, tucking you into her side- allowing you to feel like you’re hiding away from at least some of the prying eyes as you play with her other hand in her lap.

Her fingers softly work out nonexistent knots at the ends of your hair, and the comforting sound of her and KK’s laughs makes you feel a little bit calmer. You don’t quite forget that all the eyes are there, but they dull.

Another one of the girls here appears over KK’s shoulder, talking to the live, so Georgia turns to you. She presses a kiss to your forehead, keeping her lips there while she whispers softly.

It’s nice not having to worry about keeping your relationship hidden. It’s not like you wanted a secret relationship, it was actually Georgia’s idea. She wanted to make sure you were comfortable and all-in before she introduced you to the world of social media fame.

The one thing that’s not a secret, that’s never really been a secret, is how protective Georgia is.

You joke that it must be something to do with her being Australian, although you don’t really have an idea where that comes from.

She posted a few pictures of you in them, but she never tagged you, and your face was always pretty much hidden- she even posted a picture of the sunset and blocked out your face with her hand, laughing the entire time she did so at how ridiculous it was.

Even though you both knew there was no way she was taking that picture without covering your face.

Georgia didn’t want you to get spooked by how overbearing the fans could be- and she admitted that she selfishly wanted to keep you to herself. But you kinda wanted everyone to know that you were hers and she was yours.

And Georgia was always down for that.

You were trying it. And Georgia was there, at least. And you know you never have to worry about anything when she’s there.

“You okay, princess?”

“I’m fine,” you mumble back, careful not to let your lips move too much so the camera can’t tell what you’re saying.

“Yeah?” She says, squeezing your shoulder, prodding gently.

“I’m good,” you reassure her, smiling. You still feel kinda awkward, and she notices the way you look away from her.

“Are you sure, baby? Because if you’re not comfortable then I’ll end it right now. Or we can just leave altogether. We can grab food, if you’re hungry. Or just go home and sleep.”

“Hey, babe?”

“Yeah?” Her eyes are wide and concerned, her entire focus is poured onto you. Her eyes rake over your body language, her thumb rubs soothing circles into your shoulder, and your hand is caressed softly by hers.

“Stop spiraling.”

She smiles, squinting at you. “Hah. You’re funny.”

“I know I am. Seriously, though, I’m fine. I’ll tell you when I want to leave, okay?”

She’ll drag you away from this live at the first inkling of you wanting to leave. And even if you want to stay, she might drag you away anyways if she’s decided she’s done sharing.

She blinks for a long second.

“Okay, yeah. But seriously, tell me. Even if-”

“Georgia.”

She presses a quick kiss to your cheek, but when that does nothing to lift your unimpressed frown, she kisses your lips.

“Sorry?”

You roll your eyes, looking away from her as she kisses your cheek yet again, this time letting her lips linger. She’s about to say something, you can tell- probably jokingly beg for forgiveness, but you can’t help but notice KK’s side eye in the camera.

“Yes, KK?” You ask with a smile.

She crosses her arms and pouts. “Some of us are single, you know.”

“Awww,” the other girl coos, wrapping her arms around KK’s shoulders. “Is little KK feeling a little lonely? Does little baby need a hug?”

“Man, get off me,” KK says, still with a pout on her face, eyebrows furrowed. She props her elbows onto the coffee table while the rest of you burst into laughter at her antics. “Anyways. Y’all got any questions or anything?”

Georgia’s arm falls down from your shoulders to your waist, her nails lightly scratching your side.

“Who is the new girl?” KK reads off of the screen. “Y’all so rude, damn. This is Y/N, my new best friend and love of my life.”

You laugh, awkwardly waving to the screen.

“Y/N who are you?” KK reads another awkwardly worded comment.

Georgia makes a face and squeezes your waist, silently telling you that you don’t have to answer.

“Who am I? Um… I’m Y/N, I’m twenty-two, I’m in college right now…” You trail off, trying to think of something interesting to say. “My favorite color is pink?”

“Girl why was that a question?” KK laughs.

“I don’t know what to say!” You exclaim, gesturing to the phone. “There’s- oh, my God there’s 856 people on here. Why are you like really famous? Holy shit.”

“Thank you,” KK smiles, twirling a piece of her hair.

Georgia puts her free hand on the side of your face, angling you towards her as she narrows her eyes at the camera.

“She is also my girlfriend. So don’t get any ideas.”

“Girl, I think they can tell,” KK laughs, gesturing to the way you and Georgia are practically glued together.

Georgia shrugs. “I love my girlfriend.”

“We can tell.”

The comments immediately flood in. Some of them are talking about how cute the two of you are, a few of them are obvious jokes about you stealing everyone’s wife, but the one that sticks out to you isn’t anything like that.

wbblvr552022 THAT is georgia amoore’s gf? does she need her eyes checked 😭

You swallow, but thankfully there are so many comments pouring in that no one else seems to catch it.

“When’d you guys meet?” KK reads. “Oh, Q and A time, guys.”

Georgia immediately breaks out into a wide smile, contagious, one that makes you smile too.

She squeezes your waist in excitement before immediately launching into a dramatic retelling of her seeing you with your friends after a game, then her subtle way of inviting you to the next game in the set, then her subtle way of getting your number.

“And… the rest is history.”

KK laughs at the corny phrase, and you can’t help but smile either.

You lean forward to read more comments. “Oh, Georgia- what is your favorite thing about me?”

Georgia immediately presses her mouth into a line.

KK exaggeratedly turns towards the two of you, waiting patiently for an answer. “Don’t be shy, girly. I’m excited to hear this one.”

“I don’t think I should answer,” Georgia says, grimacing slightly. “Feels like a trap.”

“Well, there’s definitely wrong answers.” You pat her cheek with a smile. “C’mon, give it a try.”

“Umm… everything.”

You hum, pretending to think about it. “I’ll accept it.”

“What?” She asks, her eyes wide. “What the fuck is the right answer, then?”

You press your finger to her lips, shushing her. “Don’t worry about it, babe. You’ll get it one day.”

She rolls her eyes, but kisses the pad of your finger pressed against her lips. You can’t help but smile, wondering if the camera picked up that small movement- but you also find yourself not really caring.

wbblvr552022 is it possible to have a favorite thing about y/n? girl is UGLY

user-1 @wbblvr552022 hey this is actually insane!

user-2 @wbblvr552022 wtf is wrong w u?

You frown.

You can’t keep the look off of your face, you can’t help the sudden tightness in your chest and the thoughts facing through your mind.

Why are they so mean? What did you ever do to them? Are they just jealous? Or are they just right?

Do you deserve Georgia?

KK, surprisingly, is the first to notice your frown in the reflection. Her eyes meet yours, and she doesn’t say anything for a second.

She subtlety covers her mouth with her hand.

“You good?”

You’re really thankful that Georgia has suddenly turned away from the two of you to talk over her shoulder with a few girls behind you. You don’t even know their names, you don’t even care.

You smile in response.

You grab Georgia’s free hand, and she automatically tightens her arm around your waist. You tuck yourself into her, breathing in her comforting scent.

She turns back to the camera, barely even noticing the way you’re tucked into her- she’s just happy you’re touching her. You watch her smile at the camera and feel her squeeze your hand.

“Y/N’s sad?” She suddenly asks. She frowns at the screen, and your eyes widen-

user-1 y/n disappearing into georgia over there 😭😭😭

user-2 @/user-1 GOD they’re so cute i cant

user-3 y/n looks kinda sad tho??

user-1 wait you’re right y/n girl what’s wrong

You make a face and do your best to brush it off.

“I’m just tired.” You swear Georgia can hear the lie. “Thank you guys for worrying, though.” You flash the camera a bright smile and a thumbs-up.

wbblvr552022 GIRL put those chompers away 😭

user-1 @wbblvr552022 HELLO???? YALL SEEING THIS?

Georgia is not convinced that you’re okay. You can tell. She’s kinda tense against you, and she keeps looking towards the door like she’s ready to just throw you over her shoulder and leave.

She tries to meet your eyes, but you’re persistent in avoiding her, instead staring at yourself in the camera. You know that as soon as she looks at you, she’ll see it in your eyes. The bit of doubt you can’t hide.

What if they’re just right?

She suddenly squints at the camera, her eyes narrowing as she grabs it- despite KK’s protest- scrolling up as your heart slams in your chest.

“The fuck?”

The pure venom she spits those simple words out with makes KK stop trying to get her phone back.

“Georgia-” You start, squeezing the hand you’re still holding- she lets go of your hand to hold the phone.

“Sorry,” she mutters, her eyes scanning over the comments.

user-1 nice up close view i see

user-2 you got something in your nose queen

wbblvr552022 break up w your ugly ass girlfriend… cause im bored 🎶

“Are you fucking serious right now?”

“Um, hey… G?” KK starts, confused and smiling in a slightly scared way. “What’s goin’ on..?”

user-1 who the fuck is @wbblvr552022 and why have they been literally bullying y/n in the chat…

Your heart is beating so fast right now it’s roaring in your ears. Something inside of you just knows that the only way someone could get this kind of reaction out of Georgia is if they hurt you.

And as much as you hate to admit it, your heart keeps snagging on something in your chest. It does kinda hurt, as much as you want to rise above it.

Georgia hands KK’s phone back to her. She turns to you. Fuck.

“You saw those, didn’t you?”

“Georgia,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself. “It’s just some random person on the internet. Yes, I saw it, but it doesn’t matter what they say, right?”

Your words sound confident and mature, and maybe if your voice could have displayed that too then Georgia would have let it go.

But you’re lying to her- and yourself.

It does fucking bother you, it does make you feel like shit- it makes you want to never go in front of a camera again.

“It’s nothing.”

You finally meet her eyes.

Maybe her being this pissed off should scare you, or concern you- but honestly? The fire in her eyes only ignites a fire inside of you. Deep in your stomach.

“It’s not fucking nothing, the fuck? No, no one gets to treat you like that. No one gets to make you sad.”

You put your hand on her face.

“Babe, it’s really sweet that you want to protect me, but you’re just gonna drag it out and make it worse, yeah? Okay? I appreciate it and I love you, but it’s okay.”

She looks away from you, trying to take a deep breath that sounds more like a pissed-off huff, and your heart is still fucking snagging on something-

“You love me, right?”

You blurt it out before you can even think, all small and insecure, chasing her love and affection that you know you have. At least, you should know you have it. But it’s like something inside of you screaming that you just need to hear it, that she loves you, and you know you’ll regret it forever if you don’t hear her say it right now.

“Fuck this,” Georgia says, practically hissing the words.

She sticks her hand out and KK- who sweetly has been doing her best to not listen to the conversation- gives the phone back.

Georgia props the camera up again, angling it so it’s only on her.

“I’m not fuckin’ playing, okay? I don’t know what the fuck is your problem, but I will literally kill you if you keep saying shit about my girlfriend.” She laughs dryly, but everyone knows there’s nothing funny about the look in her eyes and the conviction in her words. “Don’t talk about her, don’t think about her- don’t worry about my girl, she’s good with me. Worry about yourself when I fucking find you.”

She lets the phone fall back onto the table, crossing her arms, and you can tell that there’s still thoughts racing through her head.

KK slowly grabs the phone.

“Well… y’all heard her. I think it’s time to go, though… so, bye-bye girly-pops!”

She presses a button and closes her phone, and you watch the screen turn to black.

“Well,” you start, looking between Georgia and KK. “That was… something!”

Georgia sighs, itching her nose. “Sorry, baby.”

“Excuse?” KK asks.

Georgia barely cracks a smile. “Sorry, KK.”

“So… uhm… what the fuck happened?”

Georgia gestures towards the phone, huffing. “Someone was talking shit about Y/N. Like, calling her ugly, I- fuck.” She takes a deep breath. “Yeah.”

“Man, really? I’m sorry, Y/N- I would have blocked them if I saw it.”

You smile. “It’s not your fault, K. And it’s not that big of a deal, really. I mean, it sucks, but whatever. I should get used to it, right?”

Georgia laughs. “No. I am never posting you again. I’m never letting you be in a live ever again. They can’t treat you right then they don’t get to see you.”

KK makes a face that forces you to stifle a giggle. “Okay, Ms. Possessive-and-Controlling.”

She smiles. “Is that a bad thing?”

Your cheeks suddenly feel hot, because it’s really not. And you know Georgia is mostly speaking out of anger- she’s not really gonna keep you hidden from the world of social media. She might, for a week or two, but then she’ll probably forget.

“It’s been a lot of fun, KK, but maybe Georgia and I should go home..?”

Suddenly, she has the biggest grin on her face.

—-

Laying with Georgia in your comfy bed, wrapped in comfy blankets, shrouded by darkness with her chest as your pillow is probably where you feel safest. Nothing can reach you here. Social media or physical, you’re completely safe in her arms and the darkness.

“Happy?” You mutter into the darkness, smiling as you think of how mad she was just an hour ago.

“I’m really bloody happy, actually.”

“Very long night of sharing me, huh? Poor baby.”

“I agree,” she yawns. “We shouldn’t ever go out again. We should just stay in this amazing bed.”

“Okay, baby,” you mutter with an eye roll, humoring her.

“Y/N,” she says after a blissful moment. You can hear it in her voice. The concern, the hesitation. “I love you. I love you so much sometimes I’m kinda convinced you put a spell on me. Like, it shouldn’t be possible to love someone this much.”

You smile.

“I’ve caught you in my web,” you tease. “But you walked right into it.”

“Yeah, I did,” she laughs. “But I love you. You shouldn’t have to question that. I’m not doing my job as your girlfriend if you do.”

She kisses your forehead.

“All I want is for you to be happy… right next to me, though.”

You sit up, placing your hands on her chest as you swing one of your legs over her waist.

“I don’t have any plans of leaving. Do you?”

Her hands immediately move to rub up and down you thighs.

“Nope. Also, I change my mind. I want you to be happy on top of me. Or under me, I’m not picky.”

You laugh, leaning down so you can kiss her nose. You hands work out knots in her perpetually tense shoulders.

“Always thinkin’ about sex,” you mutter.

“Always thinkin’ ‘bout you,” she corrects. “And fucking you.”

You’re about to kiss her when she suddenly pulls back.

“You’re sure you’re good?”

You smile at her sweet concern for you.

“Yes, Georgia, I’m good. I mean… I felt kinda shitty for a second. Doubting that I was good enough for you- it’s silly. I know I am. And I’m… trying not to care about what they think.”

She brushes some hair behind your ear, nodding.

“You know I love you, right?” She smiles when she says it, because both of you know she tells you and shows you possibly too much.

“I know you love me,” you smile, your lips ghosting over hers. “I love you, too, my basketball star.” You press a kiss to the corner of her lips- then her chin, and you’re about to kiss her neck-

“As sexy as that is, I still want to show you how much I love you. You doubted I loved you today. We can’t have that happening.”

She sits up, and you sit back on your heels, rolling your eyes. “I know you love me. It was a millisecond, babe-”

Her hands squeeze your waist.

“Why don’t you just shut your pretty mouth and lay on your back?” She kisses your neck, that one special place that only she knows to kiss, the place that she found by loving you and now covets like treasure.

A moan immediately spills out of your mouth.

“I can do that,” you breathe, reveling in the way her hands feel as she helps you lay back.

“I know you can, baby,” she smiles. “Be a good girl, now, yeah? Let me love you.”

You’re really fucking glad that you caught this girl.

—-

[s-4pphics]

a lil meanmechanic!ellie and snobbybitch!reader hc list bc i’m clinically ill and my dark thoughts always win i was gonna write a lil fic but i got tired lol long day 

but hopefully thisll suffice for now😚idk how many imma make for them but the sex gon go crazy

wc;cw: 930 real short n sweet, slutty rude annoying rich!oc, i’m not kidding she’s a bad person, more monologues when will it end, oc is horny and a top letting y’all know rn, imma make this toxic🤭

your shiny brand new pink bentley just stopped working! what the fuck! 

after your dad gifted you your third new car, he instructed you to pull up to the swarovski store and pick up your sparkly limited edition lavender tinted lux chrono watch…. and this happens!

how the fuck were you going to get your new watch without transportation?!

you pulled your phone outta your chanel bag and googled car stopped help…

call a tow truck?!

don’t people just buy new cars when they stop working?! 

you dialed the first number suggested online 

“YELLO!” a friendly gruff voice came through the phone

“ummm, hi, my car stopped working— “

“okay, great! where’s your car located?”

“it’s uh.. near this mall complex.” 

“…okay. i mean…. i mean what’s the address?”

…. you don’t fucking know, you’re stranded!

after spending the next ten minutes asking strangers where the hell you were, you irritatingly whined the address to the man on the phone

why does nothing go your way?!

“okay great! we’ll be there in about an hour to get it!” 

an hour?!

but your swarovski watch—!

“hello?” 

“…yeah, whatever.” you said, hanging up.

this is fucking stupid!

after an hour of angrily pouting in your front seat, you saw a red truck pull up behind you in your rearview 

fucking finally!

you got out your new baby and saw—

oh, fuck

oh fuck!

WEEEEEEWOOOOOOWWEEEEEE—

your brain was sending off red alarms!

behind the man, there was a girl in overalls and a wife-beater, dirty sneakers(yuck!), and a bandana on to keep her sweaty hair outta her face

and your mood immediately got better! 

she’s sexy she’s sexy she’s sexy she’s sexy—

“um, hi! ‘m joel! you called for a tow?” 

oh yeah

“y-yup! that’s me! my cars over there,” you pointed in some random direction as you stared at the girl 

“….okay, uh, we’ll get that loaded and we’ll head over to the repair shop!”

“uh huh,” you were so dazed as you watched her biceps ripple as she got some paperwork outta the car 

“….right!” and he walked away

she’s coming over oh god she’s coming over!

“hey. this your car?”

“mhm!” 

you looked at her name tag 

ellie

hm…wanna fuck?—

“cool. just need you to sign here. we’ll do the diagnosis when we get to the shop—“

you didn’t even care about what the fuck she was saying

you wanna eat her out so bad and buy her whatever she wants 

you work so hard, baby, lemme take the stress away! 

“…are you gonna sign…or?”

you were too busy looking at her freckled face and scarred eyebrows to notice she was holding a clipboard out to you 

how about you sign these damn wedding papers! 

“sorry!”

“it’s cool…yeah, just sign at the bottom.” 

she pointed at the dotted line with her calloused finger and you almost sucked it into your mouth! 

turn her out turn her out!

she finally met your eyes 

you wanted her clit in your mouth—!

“um… you can hop in the truck and we’ll head over, it’s like.. 20 minutes—“

“great! let’s go!”

ride my face!

when you arrived at the dealership, you got…. uncomfortable. 

why was it so loud and… grungy looking?

the nice man that answered the phone—joel— guided you into the garage and ushered you to sit on…. dirty chairs and you wanted god to strike you down now

“we’re gonna take a look at your car! it’s in pretty good condition so it shouldn’t be long!” joel screamed at you from the garage exit

you sat and nodded and 

you looked so outta place in here 

pastel colors, shimmery necklace and bracelets, heels!

you stood out like a sore thumb!

rusted, eggshell walls, dimly lit, dusty floor

you wanna leave so bad what the fuck—

“hey!” 

sike you wanna stay ellie’s so fucking fine—

“your car battery’s connection is loose, we’re gonna replace it—“

“today's my birthday!”

you were biting your lip and looking at her with glossy lust filled eyes and you wanted your head between her thighs—

“….’scuse me?”

“it’s my birthday!”

“happy….. happy birthday?” 

“thank you!” now lemme give you head—

“uh huh….. so, the replacement battery is gonna be $60, i can ring you up right now so you're not waiting when your car’s charged.”

you followed her to the desk and….

her fucking back and her shoulders and her ass—

her back her back! you wanna scratch it and make her scream!—

“cash or card?”

“card. my black card!” she needa know you’ll buy her everything—

“….right. go ‘head and swipe.”

you wanna swipe your tongue on her pussy!

but you swiped your card 

and you also reached in your chanel and grabbed a couple hundreds out

“here you go! for your troubles!” 

“what.”

“you fixed my baby! you should get a huge tip! like a really…. really fat one!

lemme give you this tip!

she must’ve noticed your tone, nastily sweet like honey, because her eyes widened before she let out a shocked scoff

you have her you have her—

“are you kidding me right now?” 

what. 

“hm?”

“i’m askin’ if you’re fucking serious? we don’t accept charity.” and she got up

and she looked mad

what the hell?

“w-what! no, it’s not like that— “

“yeah, whatever, your car will be ready in 20. you can take your money and get the hell out.” 

and she stormed off with a slam of the back door. 

…..

oh my god?

…

you want her even more now! 

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

How the Archon’s Love (As Told by Tarot) pt 1

tags: gn!reader, tarot, headcanons (bonus: platonic!nahida because she is my precious daughter)

a/n: it has been a long minute since i made one of these tarot style headcanons for genshin so i might as well do it for everyone’s favorite archons. as more archons get released, i’ll make more of these even if it’ll be slow going considering we get one nation released each year. this year it’s the focalors wanters time to be fed, any of y’all planning to pull for the hydro archon or are there other fontaine characters that you want? i’ll probably skip for venti and get her on a rerun tbh...

deck: true black tarot

venti

five of swords, death, five of pentacles, nine of pentacles

venti’s love is selfish. cheerful he may seem, the god of freedom has lost many friends as the years have gone by. he has put mondstadt first plenty of times and he always will when a moment calls that he knows is his people cannot handle on their own. but for now, venti is doing things differently. he’s being indulgent. he wants to savor what the two of you have and not take you for granted. mortal lifespans pass in the blink of an eye for gods and despite his cheerful demeanor, barbatos is very aware that your light is will shine only briefly compared to his own. as such he is going to fully enjoy your company as mondstadt’s most talented and spirit-loving bard as long as you’ll have him.

zhongli

seven of swords, the lovers, ten of wands, four of wands

as rex lapis, he has done many a service to benefit liyue. has struck down gods, cultivated mountains and provided the world its currency. but as zhongli the man he is no longer tightly tied to those obligations as he once was. now he is free to love you for as long as time allows. his true identity as the lord of geo is still a secret he keeps from you, he plans to tell you soon enough but as it stands zhongli wishes to enjoy your relationship as it is without that knowledge hovering over your head for a while longer. should you accept him and his love fully, knowledge of his identity included, your contract is as follows: you will remain by each other’s side as each other’s sole partner’s until death do you part. it’s life-binding and as good as marriage although zhongli isn’t opposed to a wedding. if you leave it to him, you’ll have the most extravagant wedding ever seen in the history of liyue- no in the whole of teyvat. just try not to let his fanciful tastes put you in bankruptcy.

ei

six of pentacles, five of swords, the moon, six of cups

in some ways ei is just as selfish as venti when it comes to you. ei knows loss, she knows it too well in fact. losing makoto was enough to nearly destroy her and cause her to hide away in a realm unseen by the mortal eye. she doesn’t want to entertain the thought of the pain losing you would cause her but it is never too far from her mind. still, ei loves you as much dedication as she places in leading inazuma, perhaps even more so. you have a prolonged honeymoon phase in this relationship. there’s something innocent about it, you’re likely her first love and she revels in the new memories she makes with you while opening up about the fond memories she shared with friends long since passed. it’s hard opening up to her people. she’s spent so long in the realm of euthymia and the reverance inazumans hold for her make it hard to connect, but you are one of the few people she can simply be “ei” with and that is good enough for her.

rukkhadevata

the hierophant, destiny, king of cups, ace of cups

rukkhadevata’s love flows as easily as the soothing rain nurturing saplings to grow. you’d think it would be hard to forget that she is a god and yet somehow you do when you’re with her with how easy it was for you to connect with her. fate is a fickle thing but perhaps you were meant to love the dendro archon and she was meant to love you, your lives are intertwined as a tangle of vines. your relationship is one that wasn’t merely by chance, at least that is what the god of the wood believes. (and who are you to doubt the god of wisdom?)  rukkhadevata didn’t shy away from her feelings when she realized how deeply they ran for you and she doesn’t shy from them now even when she has an entire nation to lead. it’s easy to love rukkhadevata and for her, it is more than easy to love you.

bonus:

nahida

four of wands, king of swords, the hanged man, temperance

the smallest archon with the most amount of love to share with everyone. she’ll put aside her needs for sumeru even if it means putting her own life at risk. nahida knows she is a long way from the archon the people of sumeru need her to be, but these things take time. rushing the progress of trial and error benefits no one, least of all an entire nation depending on her, but nahida knows you are one of her closest friends she can rely on for help. nahida is wise but still naïve in the way of human interaction. she’s 500 years old but still a child by the standards of the divine. so nahida likes that she can still be that child with you and learn the ways of mortal interaction so she can be the best archon for her people. just don’t be surprised when she stumps you with her analogies or with questions to deep even for you to understand. it’s all fun and games in the eyes of the young dendro archon and she’s an adorable companion to have.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dream - Chapter Seventeen.

Yeah... I think I’ve made you all wait for long enough, which is unheard of with me as I usually do give y’all a little filth much sooner, so here. Have at it. Come graze upon this offering of smut I present for the besties!

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen

Tag list - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed (note: those not engaging will be automatically removed from the tag list, FYI)

Words - 2,778

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

‘Miss you, gorgeous. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow and let you examine how pretty my new undies are with a very, very close inspection xx’

“Fuck. Me. Sideways.”

“Is that even physically possible?” Coco chirped, miming moving a woman around over his crotch, trying to work it out.  

“He’d find a way,” EZ nodded, Angel lifting his sunglasses as he lay back on his bike, viewing the picture Keri had just sent him with nothing short of very keen interest. “Keri sending you nudes?”

“Yo, lemme get a look.” Coco was off his bike and attempting to peer at Angel’s phone in seconds, the man himself pushing him back with a boot to the thigh.  

“Get outta here, homes. Y’all ain’t checking out my girl,” he snorted, turning to EZ. “And no. In undies. That I wanna fucking remove with my goddamned teeth.” Oh, how he did, too. He wouldn’t lie to himself, he’d been left massively sexually frustrated upon his departure from Utah almost two weeks before, but he was trying hard not to revert to his bad habit of making things all about him.  

In the past, he likely would have snapped at her that she didn’t have anything to worry about, given her some kind of “yo, girl! Can’t you fuckin’ see I’m crazy about you, so just let me bang you already!” speech, but he’d made those kinds of inconsiderate mistakes much too often, which had inevitably ended up with him being labelled - quite rightly - as a thoughtless jerk. He didn’t want to be that guy any longer, and Keri, she very much brought out the desire not to be.  

Even if right at that moment, he was quietly cursing her for making him so horny, with no outlet for that. Again, not too long ago, he would likely have lost interest and not had to work very hard in chasing someone else with the end goal of getting between their legs, but not this time. Not with her. If something as inconceivable as meeting her in his dreams had taught him anything, apart from that she was there for a reason, it was that he was capable of doing – and being – better.  

Maturity; it had to land with him sooner or later. He was sick of the messes he perpetually found himself diving into headfirst where women were concerned.

As soon as Bishop arrived back with them, relaying the information they were waiting on, it was business as usual, the guys heading out, their affairs not wrapped up until 4am the following morning, after which Angel very, very gladly faceplanted his bed. He fell asleep smiling, knowing the next time he’d be in it, Keri would be beside him. Eleven hours, and he’d have her in his arms. After one quick commitment to uphold for the club, he was free to take the ride up to San Diego, excited beyond measure to see her again.  

“Angel, you’re smushing me,” she spoke at just after 3pm the following afternoon as he greeted her from her flight.

“Might have missed you, just a tiny bit. Not much, just this much.” He held up his thumb and forefinger, a barely there gap between them.  

She replicated the gesture. “Just this much?”

Leaning to her, he kissed her softly. “Mmhmm.”  

Draping her arms around his neck, she basked in his affection, the warmth and scent of him, wanting to entwine in endless kisses. God, she’d missed him so much. Moving through the airport arm in arm, Keri couldn’t help but notice something quite different, being with him on his home turf. The way people looked at him was entirely different to when he’d visited her. Could he really be so notorious in California, especially in a city almost an hour from where he actually lived?

It hit her then. The notoriety wasn’t his specifically; it was the kutte that he wore. Mayan. Danger. Outlaw. What she saw in the faces of those who viewed him was uncertainty, distrust and fear, which were at polar odds with how she herself viewed him. It was a strange sensation that came over her, one of suddenly feeling untouchable by association. What he was, it carried weight, a weight that she was only truly witnessing at that moment for the first time, all because of the patch upon his back.

Then there were the women, who looked at him with the same level of lust he stirred within her. She was more used to noticing that, though, a little tingle of pride sparkling in her. He was gorgeous, and he was hers. He chose her. He wanted her. To be wanted with such desire, Angel pausing beside his bike to devote a little more time to affection, it only made the happiness within her bubble more. As well as something else, too.  

As soon as the arrived at his home, she set her bag down, turning to him with a sultry smile, her fingers undoing the buttons of her top. It had been long enough. “So, that close inspection of my underwear.” She watched the corners of his mouth turn up, eyes narrowing slightly as he stared down at her, his fingers nudging beneath her bra straps, fingertips smoothing over her skin.  

She expected an onslaught, the release of everything that had steadily built, but as he tilted her head back and bent to kiss her, there was no urgency to it. The heat blazed as a slow tempest, her fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt, his flicking her bra undone as he guided her towards the bedroom, both naked by the time they fell to the bed together.  

“Yeah,” he breathed, hands stroking her thighs, “I’d rather inspect what’s beneath way more.” For the two weeks they’d been apart, they’d burned for one another, for their dreams to literally come to life, their bodies catching up with their minds. Her hands wandered over the wide plains of muscle, the feel of him sublime, his mouth buried at her neck, stirring heat to mist beneath her skin.  

She wondered briefly whether he’d seek to get his own back after her little stunt in the shower, but with the speed his kisses descended her body, hands stroking her with keen appreciation, she realised that his want for her was far greater than his need for sexual revenge. When those kisses fluttered over her apex before his tongue spread the petals of her cunt with a firm lick, her hips jolted, breath caught fast in her throat, her heart somersaulting in her chest when her gaze caught his, watching him wink, his eyes shuttering to closed, Keri sighing in bliss as she focused on the magic his tongue began to conjure.  

Focused circles at her clit had pleasure falling through her like a shooting star, her body the sky it streaked across, her mouth dropping open as a soft moan poured out, Angel’s hands smoothing up her thighs, pushing them, spreading her before him more.  

The flat drag of his tongue through her folds sent a skitter through her, his lips closing around her clit to suck, cheeks hollowing, his cock jerking in response to her sudden cry. No dream could compare to the reality, the heaven of burying his mouth against her, the way it felt to have her purl against each lick as her hands grasped tightly in his hair.  

He had her mindless quickly, Keri shaking against him as his tongue sped and slowed against the wet of her, her clit swelling, her thighs quivering as his fingers clenched, short nails leaving red crescents upon her soft skin. What had begun as slow soon escalated, Angel eating with greedy aplomb, his lips tight around her clit, the bliss cutting through right to the very marrow of her.  

She jerked against the anchoring weights of his hands holding her down, and he smiled against her slick, releasing his hold on her, enjoying the feel of her legs wrapping around his head, his hands touring her body, clenching at her tits, her nipples pinched until she wailed, the pleasure breaking over her as each lick dragged sparks of utter nirvana at her clit.  

“Oh... fuck!” she gritted, panting hard, writhing against his mouth. He continued to stroke her, the contrast of hot hands and the coldness of his rings making her tingle, her feet rested on his shoulders as the tip of his tongue became a blur of flickers over her clit, driving cries from her as she slicked against his mouth, his groans hungry.  

She felt bereft when he suddenly sat up, reaching to his nightstand drawer. “I swear, you can fucking sit on my face for as long as you like later, but right now, nah. I gotta be inside you, baby.” He ripped open a condom wrapper and pulled it on quickly, moving to exchange ferociously heated kisses with her, Keri grabbing her legs and pushing them down either side of her head behind her arms. His raised eyebrow was extremely approving.

“Oh yeah,” she purred, “I’m very flexible.”  

He smirked widely. “Imma ‘bout to have a whole lotta fun with that fact.” Kissing her again, he shuddered when she reached to squeeze his shaft, teeth laying a soft bite upon her lower lip, moving to grip her wrist and move her hand away. She moaned longingly against his tongue, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails dragging down over his chest.

“Please, just fuck me, Angel.”

“Is this what you want, huh?” Grasping his cock, he rubbed it through the silk of her folds, feeling her tremble beneath him. “Yeah, you want this dick right up deep in your gorgeous little pussy, want me to stretch you out, make you moan pretty for me?”  

Oh god... she could barely handle it. The feel of him, the tease, the dirty talk. “Yes.” she breathed, clasping his face and kissing him, feeling him press her opening and finally, finally, part her soaking walls with a push, her groan full-bodied. He gave her a few thrusts, pulling out again, mouth raining kisses over her neck, his thumb moving to stroke her clit.

He filled her again, giving her another few drags of his cock before retreating, her nerve endings tingling beneath his thumb, a little helpless whine spilling over her lips. “Well, I did say I’d get you back for that shit you pulled on me in the shower.” Kissing her, his thumb sped up, her body quivering harder. “Might have to tease you for a while.”  

The head of him pressed forth, shallowly opening her, their kisses all embers and honey as her nails dragged down his arms, biting his lower lip softly as he filled her, then left her aching and empty again. “Oh my god, Angel please! Just fuck me, please fuck me.”  

He kissed her, nuzzling her nose with his. “Yeah, baby. I will. Eventually.” She growled in frustration, making him laugh softly. “You’ll love how I give it until I do. Trust me.” Pushing into her again, her walls locked around him, a viscid clench pulsing on his shaft. He withdrew from her, his thumb pushing a little firmer, kissing her slow and dirty, her entire body stiffening when he thrust forth once more, a few strokes given before once again denying her.  

She shook uncontrollably, the anticipation tightening in her muscles, filled again, emptied again, the heat at her clit building as he rubbed his thumb faster, breeching her once more, Keri wailing as he gently bit the side of her neck. “Shit, I’m gonna come! Fuck!”  

It shot through her at the same time as he filled her, and didn’t pull back again, long, hard strokes making the sparks continue to roll over her spine, the way he parted her soaking walls knocking the breath from her, their kisses all smouldering smoke, hands pawing at one another as their skin began to glint from the heat of the afternoon mingling with the magma that surged between them.  

The threads if their bond thickened in what weaved them together, a stare of deep brown meeting hazel, intense, their foreheads touching, lost in one another entirely. A shift of her hips sent him deeper, the drag of his fat cock warming her veins with a pleasure that was sharp toothed and biting, his fuck stretching her wide, making glimmers sizzle through her.  

Lightning began to crackle beneath his skin, beginning its scorching ascent up his spine, the need to feel himself unravel so wild, he couldn’t contain it.  

“Yeah, that’s it. Come for me.” she panted, grasping his face in her hands, her nails dragging through his beard and over his neck as he pounded out every last wave of bliss that took him to his undoing, groaning deep against her tongue as he shuddered, his muscles all tightening as the dark wave of pleasure pulled him under. He slowed in the aftermath, not stopping immediately, cock still gently cutting through her slick walls, Angel looking pained.

“Sorry,” he panted, laughing softly. “I swear, I usually last way longer than five damned minutes!”

“It’s okay!” Her reassurance was quick, kissing him, her hands smoothing over his arms. “I take it as a compliment. Besides, you’ve had two weeks of me being a terror with some of the messages I’ve been sending you.”

He glowered, making her laugh. “Yeah, that too, you tiny beast.” He caught his breath, enjoying the warmth of her before sliding out, disposing of the condom and falling onto his back, beckoning for her. “Gimme about a half hour, and then you’re getting the absolute hell pounded out of you.”  

And lord, he wasn’t wrong.  

With her legs spread into full splits, lying on her front with a big hand gripped at the back of her neck, Keri wailed into the bed covers as Angel railed her from behind, his other hand clutched tight on her ass cheek before it moved to spank her, the pain of it sending throbbing little skitters up her spine. The way he fucked her, each forceful roll of his hips sending every last inch of him within the velvet clasp of her cunt, oh god. She thought she’d known amazing sex before. Her exes had been good, great, even. Angel? Dynamite.  

He slipped from her for a moment, his hands grasping at her hips, pulling her up until she took her weight onto her knees, looking down at the soaking mess of her sex, a ripple of erotic delight running through him to witness her literally drip onto the bed covers, she was so aroused. Pushing back in, he parted her slowly, dragging his cock back out again, rubbing the tip against her clit, watching goosepimples begin to fleck her skin as he repeated the action again and again.

Keri couldn’t remember the last time she’d been rendered utterly dick drunk, but god, he was making that happen for her so well, absolutely blissed out as he continued to make her flutter around him with slower strokes before once more, she was rendered a wailing mess by the magmatic onslaught of the pounding she received.  

He came hard, filling the condom before taking it off, securing it with a knot and flinging it into the trash, telling Keri to stay exactly where she was before lying beneath her, his mouth wrapping in a thirsty suck around her folds, tongue prodding against her dewy hole as he pushed her up until she was sitting on his face.  

“You seem to be at your most content with a mouth full of pussy,” she noted, gasping as he sucked hard on her clit.

“Mm.” He hummed, tongue circling her bud as he sucked, hands gripped onto her butt, each cheek squeezed firmly as she leaned back against his chest, making him groan as she grinded herself against his mouth. She loved the way his beard felt against her tender folds, never experiencing someone with quite so much facial hair going down on her before, the way he looked at her while he did it, too, those groans, him. All of him.  

All of him was exactly what she continued to enjoy long into the evening, neither of them leaving his bedroom unless it was to use the bathroom, or when Angel grabbed them some beers and took in a pizza delivery at just gone 8pm. After they’d eaten, they were back to fucking each other senseless in between bouts of lying there talking.  

It was about to become a very enjoyable four days, if nothing else.

[lre333]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥ ~😘 for the tag @shesthespinstersimmer

y’all know it’s still rudy hours in this house <33

rudy dislikes children lol not in a malicious way, he just has no sense for it - peopling with peers is hard enough; if you were to leave a kid in his care, it would likely end in him hiding from the sugar meltdown he caused by giving into incessant asks for sweets (like, technically he knows better, knows that copious amounts of sugar leads to the unleashing of unbridled madness, but the threat of a tantrum was scarier at the time, okay?)

though he’s got a fuckton of cousins, he’s the only spawn of his parents’ loins - rudy would consider his childhood best friend, a rottweiler named grace, to be as much like a sibling as he ever wanted ~ (he witnessed the dynamics between his cousins and is glad his parents opted out of giving him that experience lol)

you’ve seen his parents, so i figured i should show you his grandparents too, since they were mentioned in this ask ~

here are dane’s mother, isamil, and father, gordan henry; they were never married as isamil preferred her independence and gh’s undiagnosed ptsd made it difficult for him to live with others - they met when gh settled into the town where she lived after he retired from the military; took one look at her and wouldn’t leave her alone since ~ he’d show up randomly, unannounced, to help her tend her farm, and she’d serve him up a portion of whatever she’d cooked (she had a habit of “making too much and not wanting good food to go to waste”) - they had two children together; dane ishmael and his sister, gweneviere **korey is estranged from his family since transition, so rudy has never met his grandparents on that side (save for once, briefly, when he was ten years old, and all he remembers is how tense grace was the whole time)

for about a year and a half in his teens, he asked his parents and close friends to call him by the name “ruby” - the name still holds a special place in his heart today, and he uses it as the name for his gaming oc (y’know how you have that one oc that you remake to exist in every rpg? yea)

also during that period of time, rudy discovered pop girl groups and got very into applying his DDR skills to learning their dances to a t - he could execute a routine to perfection, each part ; this is still a talent of his, though he doesn’t broadcast it and prefers not to have an audience when he indulges **he’s currently studying this video (and his bias is saena)

[saveourskinship]

15 Questions/15 People

Rules: answer these 15 questions and tag 15 people

Unrules: I don’t actually know 15 people. So I’m not gonna do that. I also might not actually answer the questions but just ramble instead.

Thanks for the tag @akorah  I’m procrastinating so this is perfect.

1. Are you named after anyone? Names are so weird, aren’t they? We don’t get to pick them and they just hang around for the entirety of your life and if you decide you want to change it for any reason there is so much PAPERWORK. I am partially named after someone who no longer knows who I am or even who they are half the time. 2. When was the last time you cried? Today because I accidentally created a painting spirit by being too in love with someone and then had to abandon said love to hunt the painting spirit down (it kept putting people into comas). The spirit trapped me and my love in a mirage and tried to burn us alive but my love saved me but he remained stuck inside the mirage for three whole years. We finally reunited at the Festival of Lanterns and it was beautiful. Tears of Themis is wild y’all. 

3. Do you have kids? No, I live in a tiny apartment. If I ever own a cottage though, I will buy a couple to eat the brambles around my hedge-witch lawn.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? I used sarcasm to type that question. So no, of course not.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? If their eyes match their expression. Followed by where their centre of gravity is.

6. What’s your eye colour? Line 1, Verse 2 of Christmas Day by Dido.

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Is this boiling down to Marlon Wayans versus Damon Wayans Jr? I’ve definitely seen Scary Movie’s more often but have been thinking I should give Happy Endings another go.

8. Any special talents? I can put my leg behind my head and can glide down a flight of stairs absolutely beautifully. Not at the same time though.

9. Where were you born? In a hospital room with ten very disappointed training doctors who all thought I was going to be what they called an ‘abnormal’ birth. They were rather put out I came out ‘normal’. If they’d just waited twenty or so years...

10. What are your hobbies? Writing, reading, board games, video games, tabletop rpgs, assassinations, lying to people on the internet about how dangerous I am.

11. Do you have any pets? There is a cat which resides in my house but I live in fear she will get offended if I call her a pet. 

12. What sports do you play/have you played? That is a very long list and I don’t find it terribly fascinating. I would like to invent a sport, but... owning a team is weird, too, isn’t it? Like, owning people who run and jump and get concussions for you? You take their best years and they earn you money? It’s all very crossroads/brimstone vibes, huh. But if I HAD to invent a sport, I think I would combine the Running Man name-tag rip off game with handball except you have to play in bare feet tand the scoring area is covered in acupuncture mats (the goalies are allowed shoes).

13. How tall are you? 1 cat and 78 dice ranging from d4 to d20 in varying sizes. I tried doing dice only but the cat wasn’t having it.

14. Favourite subject in school? This does not specify which school so it’s a toss up between Look After The Penguin Chicks from pirmary and Sex and Sensuality from university. 

15. Dream job? The job I have most often in my dreams is being a pirate captain but my boat only sails through wheat fields. The hull (for whatever reason) is made out of sponge cake so stale is has turned rock hard, however whenever I try to sail my ship in water, the sponge cake softens and my ship begins breaking apart.

Tagging @they-call-me-megs 

[theintelligenceoflove]

@puzzle-gvf (my beloved) tagged me to tell y’all about ten songs I’m obsessed with so lets go. 

1. “Green Grass and High Tides” The Outlaws 

To be clear I am not "old music is better" but I just don't know if there are any groups who do music like this. I want three guitarists standing at the front of the stage doing everything you can do to a guitar without putting it down. y'know? And if they do it for 20 minutes (well the live is 20 minutes) then that's even better.

2. "I Shall Be Released" The Band

I don't know if The Band or Bob Dylan wrote this, they're so close it hardly matters. I've made my Dylan feelings clear on this blog I think. At any rate, this is the superior version and my coworkers (who give me the aux for reasons I don't understand) get really into this with me.

3. "Jessica" The Allman Brothers Band

Speaking of bands who do guitar stuff. I do sing this song, I am singing it right now as I listen to it. Does it have words? No, but I don't let that stop me. I am my father's son. I love a good guitar song.

4. "Sunshine of Your Love" Cream

Even if I haven't made my Dylan feelings clear I'm sure I've made my British Invasion feelings clear. I don't listen to Cream. But I do love Jake Kiszka so so much, and this is a Jake Kiszka song as we all know. He played it when he went to buy his first electric guitar right? I think that's the story I heard.

5. "She Freaks Me Out" Kyle Rising

I showed my dad Greta and he kinda rolled his eyes "I GUESS they sound like Z--" I showed my Dad Mac Saturn and he "they really wanna be the Stones huh?" I showed my dad Kyle Rising and he "he's Jim Morrison reincarnated." so make of that what you will with this song. (its good)

6. "Plain Closes Gentleman" Mac Saturn

Speaking of, I've fallen in love with Mike Moody and mostly I just like listening to his solo in this song but I do like the group as a whole, even if I agree with my dad that they're trying a bit too hard to be the stones. They're incredibly talented and I"m excited to watch them grow.

7. "Unknown/nth" Hozier

I only just listened to this song for the first time, it always takes me ages to listen to hozier songs for the first time, and with The Boys putting out music at the moment, I"m running on empty when it comes to new music. BUT my very best friend in the whole world loves Hozier, and I finally listened to this song and Hozier really wrote this song for him and I to write incredibly sad fan fiction to.

8. "Gets me so High" Grandville

I don't know alot about these guys but I saw a tiktok of them warming up this song and it was very "Eagles warming up to seven Bridges Road" vibes but this????? Classic American Southern Rock is back. the Guitar solo as I listen to this???? I'm gonna, they're so good y'all. I really need to get into this group for real.

9. "Cocksucker Club" Pansy Division

Puzzle you know why i've been listening to this song on repeat lately. If you're NOT Puzzle you don't know about the, now weeks long, back and forth developing a universe full of kinky queer punks and their partners who happen to the be GVF crew. Also I am a member of the club in question so, always a good song to have on repeat.

10. "Sugar Babe" Stephen Stills

When Jake and Sam were arguing about weather Stephen Stills 1 or Stephen Stills 2 was better, Jake was right it is Stephen Stills 1. But this song???? One listen and you'll have "How do turtles talk to one another?" stuck in your head for DAYS afterwards. And Stpehn is so right, people do need love, and they do need trust, and we do need one another. It's altogether a better message than "well settle with whoever is around you if you can't be with the person you love."

as always i'm way too anxious to tag anyone, maybe I'll get better soon, but if you want to do this just say I tagged you bc I do wanna see what y'all are listening to outside of GVF

[vvatchword]

Let me tell y’all something personal

I was raised in a toxic mix of evangelical rural conservative bullshit. This has ended up having a series of unfortunate effects on my life, as well as the people I love, AS WELL AS my nation, if you haven’t noticed that lately. Anyway, BioShock Infinite was giving me fucking flashbacks. A hymn or a symbol or a phrase would leap out of left field. Mixed in was that familiar racism—far more obvious in Infinite than it was in my world, of course, but still something I fully understood. And despite being the WORST fucking FPS player you’ve ever fucking seen, I put the game on hard like an ascetic and wore that shit like a hair shirt, and I beat the goddamn thing.

It was cathartic. Wildly so. Deliciously so. It hurt so, so good. Like burning the fuck out of a raw wound. It was like I got to attack all those horrible monsters inside and outside of me—blow them apart, scream at them, take a hit, fall, rise, fall again, rise again: you can’t kill me, but I can kill you. I will outlast you. You will hurt me but I cannot die, I will not die, not to you.

I got to face my own Comstock—look her in the face, see myself, and stare her down with all the shame and hate burning in me, unafraid of pain because it must be faced to be expunged. Recognized the kind of person who would sell what they loved most in the world and understood exactly why. Understood the kind of person who would burn the whole world down because they can’t outrun themselves. Understood who would become what they hated most on purpose while weaving up big excuse-laden paragraphs to explain why I’m Actually Not a Horrible Person, Why Are You Looking at Me That Way, Stop!!! I’ll Destroy Everything I Love to Prove It! I’ll Kill Myself in Every Other Way Than Physical Death! Believe Me! Love Me! Don’t Leave Me All Alone!

Fucking thank you Ken Levine and Irrational Games, that’s fucking all. Those of y’all throwing hissy fits about the story can kiss my ass. Somebody understands suffering and it ain’t you.

So if I don’t write something heavily inspired by this at the very least, I mean. I guess I died. 

In less dramatic news, I’m happy to say that I was NOT spoiled for this game despite a stretch of ten fucking years. I guessed a lot more than I thought I would, and I was still deliciously delighted from beginning to end. This is a miracle. BioShock 2 made me so fucking gunshy lol. I shouldn’t have been. I should’ve trusted Levine, the man knows what the fuck he’s doing. (Except Burial at Sea, I’m told, and I’m inclined to believe that friend lol. Can’t win em all. Still going to play it. RIP me)

I’m so glad I saved the gameplay footage. It’s for fanficcing purposes. I actually fucking streamed it like some kind of asshole. I’m not sure how it’s supposed to be entertaining seeing as I am really bad at it. It’s both embarrassing and hilarious to me. My friend razzed me the whole time and I explained that my universe’s DeWitt was kicked in the head by a horse. Fuck you Dan

As for the fanfiction angle: my story now has seven parts.

Part 1: Andrew Ryan steelmanned, Ayn Rand style

Part 2: Diane McClintock

Part 3: Johnny Topside (currently at 220,000 words and 40 chapters)

Part 4: Jack

Part 5: Meltzer

Part 6: Subject Delta

Part 7: BioShock Infinite something-or-other. Idk, a novelization? How?

This will possibly take the rest of my life and I’m fine with that. I say “possibly” because it’s one of my special interests and I know a lot of bullshit about it already, especially the Objectivist part. Oh man speaking of the personal bullshit from above: guess who was almost an Objectivist for about four years lol

Anyway. After I finish the DLC, I’m going to open up the BioShock tag for myself and actually read BioShock Infinite fanfiction and such… at last.

Also, I will need to choose some kind of media to cleanse my palate after this stretch of BioShock shit, holy shit am I reeling under the weight of about 17,000 triggers and sociological and philosophical fuck-yous

Holy shit. I finished BioShock Infinite and holy shit. I love it. I fucking adore it. How dare you motherfuckers terrify me rofllll

[mosiee]

This post got a little long so I’m making a new one

ten characters, ten fandoms, ten tags

Thank you to @hey-op-just-kill-me for the tag!

Davey Jacobs - Newsies

Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf

Angus Macgyver - Macgyver(2016)

Leon S. Kennedy - Resident Evil

Megatron - Transformers

Peter Parker - Spider-man

Jaskier - The Witcher

Evan Buckley - 911

Leonardo Watch - Kekkai Sensen

Gwaine - Merlin

@appalachianapologies @rosieblogstuff @bold-and-nosy @justme--emily @quarttetta @we-are-inevitable @davesjacobs @kelilacalico @double-o-boze @mspresstuff

[rues-daya]

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yourinstagram: London you got me smiling and blushing all at the same time 🤍

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y/nfan01 YOU’RE IN LONDON? SINCE WHEN

josephfan00 so did anyone else see her and Joseph together yesterday or …

tommy.dorfman you went to London without me? hurtful..

yourinstagram you + me = next London trip :)

camimendes 🥹

y/nfan00 who’s got my girl really smiling? ;)

y/nfan08 Joseph Quinn is the correct answer

* liked by yourinstagram

y/nfan11 not y/n liking that comment ^^

maya_hawke beauty ♥️

josephfan10 her and Joseph are definitely dating if not than they are in my head because they are one beautiful ass couple

yourinstagram forgot to give photo credit… shout-out to some really cute guy who gave me the tour around London, if you see this, I will like to let you know you cute as hell 🥹

y/nfan123 stfu whoever it is you are so lucky, like can I be you

stfan09 calling it right now it’s Joseph Quinn

y/nfan12 it was me y’all, I was the cute guy

josephquinn 📸

y/nfan19 now wait a damn minute -

josephquinn

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josephquinn: thank you again zegnaofficial

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josephfan12 well hot damn

strangerthingstv Eddie Munson? Is that you?

gatenm123 😎

y/nfan13 yourinstagram thought you will like this post

y/nfan12 not y/n liking this post in under a minute, she has his post notifications on

stfan123 come back as Eddie, we need you back

dkharbour looking good 😎

josephfan09 marry me ?

josephfan13 if you see this I’m free this weekend if you would like to hang out

y/nfan34 this is y/n’s man y’all

yourinstagram it’s the cute london boy!! I’ve missed you 🥹

y/nfan124 I KNEW IT WAS HIM

josephfan08 how does it feel to live our dreams 😭😭

stfan07 been knowing it was him, y’all are going to be surprise when you find out how long they’ve been together

y/nfan98 explain ^^

yourinstagram my heart is beating ten times faster than usual, this post should have a warning with how handsome you are 🤍

y/nfan87 she’s in love your honor

josephfan198 she’s just like us

e!news

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e!news: meet Hollywood’s next ‘ IT ’ couple! Y/N Y/L/N recently spoken out about her three year relationship with Stranger Things newcomer Joseph Quinn on her latest issue of Elle Magazine.

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y/nfan87 what did you say ???

y/nfan98 hold up three years? she’s been in a relationship for three years and we didn’t know, I feel bad now because people been shipping her with other celebrities meanwhile she’s in a whole ass relationship 😭

josephfan98 they are one hot ass couple

stfan12 three years? damn

y/nfan97 welp there goes my plan on dating y/n

y/nfan178 so happy for her, she really deserves to be happy 🥹

tmz we love to see it

josephfan08 he’s her london boy 🥹 if you know you know

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yourinstagram: to my beloved london boy, thank you for making a girl so happy and for always brightening up her day when life hits her hard. three and half years with you has been filled with so much love, happiness, adventures plus so much more and I can’t wait to experience more with you. love you more than you can even imagine! xoxo, the girl from the london tour ♥️

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y/nfan076 I’m not crying you are

tommy.dorfman you two deserve the whole wide world 🤍

noahschnapp you two and you two only

josephfan100 nobody better not give her hate, if you do than y/n I’ll protect you

milliebobbybrown cuties 🥹

camimendes 🥹🥹🥹

madelame my heart 🥺 you two deserve so much

josephfan78 love this and love them

katherinelangford 💞💞

y/nfan976 thank you for making her happy Joseph

josephquinn our adventure continues ♥️

yourinstagram I can’t wait 🥹

[gloster]

FAVORITE FANFICS OF 2021

HAPPY NEW YEAR.

2020 was a constant hell on earth last year. 2021 seriously tried to take me out, especially in terms of burnout. I went through the WORST slump ever. A massive creative slump. A massive mental slump.

Hoping that 2022 will be a much kinder year. That's the only resolution/wish I have for the new year. A kinder year & for my creative slump to finally crack.

While this story was crappy in many ways, I still had things to help carry me through from BTS (obviously), anime, kdramas, and of course fanfics. Every year fanfic writers that are favorites to me or new to me come through with the content. Just blow me away with their storytelling and I always do this tradition because GODDAMNIT fanfic writers deserve their flowers too.

If you’re interested in past lists, here is the 2020's list, 2019′s list and 2018′s. If y’all are interested in doing your own fanfic favs of the year, please do so and tag me. Always on the hunt for new favs.

Without further ado, here are my favorite fanfics of 2021:

1). the beauty of futility by wbtrashking (tododeku) aka @wtkdigest

Summary: Todoroki Shouto is exhausted.

He's miserable, really. He's ready to give up, to tell his older sister goodbye, to stop fighting and just close his eyes forever.

But life isn't through with him. Izuku and his adopted daughter stumble upon Shouto in his darkest moments and show him that there's something worthwhile in the world. They show him that he's more than his depression; that he can laugh and love and be happy.

At age thirty, despite all the odds, Shouto finally figures out how to live.

I read this story only once, but the way it stuck to me, the number of times I shared around my friends who got into the tododeku ship, the number of times I keep thinking about it....it was that GOOD. That great. That amazing.

Shouto's exhaustion with life, with himself, and living in general hit so hard-and almost mirrored my own mental stage. And in comes in Izuku, the sweet beam that he is, doesn't cure him- thankfully it's not that kind of story. But he shows him that are hidden gems in everyday, with the help of Izuku's adorable adorable daughter.

That's another thing I love about this story: single dad Izuku with daughter Eri, a trope I NEED MORE OF. I also love the tenderness of the slowburn. Just read please. So so so good

2). I'll be your biggest kept secret and your biggest mistake by sascake aka @sascake (tododeku)

Summary: Devastated by his lack of a Quirk and pushed to the limit, fourteen-year-old Midoriya Izuku takes Bakugou's advice and jumps from the roof of their school.

Ten years later, pro hero Todoroki Shouto can't stop running into a vigilante hell-bent on saving people, going after every villain he comes across, and causing a conflict in Shouto like he's never felt before.

I am warning you right now if you are a Bakugo stan.....please proceed with caution. Mind you, the author does an incredible of not outright bashing bashing him, but she also does incredible job of showing just how severe Bakugo's words and actions deeply impacted Izuku.

Every year I always seem to find that one author who sucks me in with just one story and next thing I know, I become OBSESSED. And I do mean OBSESSED with their work. @sascake became that author to me. @littlenightdragon & I just PLOWED through mostly everything under their ao3 profile, and honestly I was debating whether I should name this or (possibly, maybe) falling for you which I also adored but something about this one just STUCK TO ME.

First of all, the way this felt like....it could be canon if things were differently. If Izuku's self doubt outweighed his inner strength and self worth. If Bakugo was twice as nasty with his words. If there was no All Might to come through and help him. Like me and @littlenightdragon couldn't stop thinking or talking about how this seriously could've been canon.

The relationship between Izuku and Shouto is just so breathtaking and at some points heartbreaking, watching them go from uneasy allies to commrades and more. We also have an incredible friendship between Izuku and Shinso that just so amazing to read-made me crave more stories featuring that platonic relationship. Not to mention this has to be one of the best vigilante Izuku stories I've read so far.

Just every single aspect of this story from the relationships, the dynamics, the scars of trauma both Izuku and Shouto carry are handled so incredibly well. Also, this story-along with every story by @sascake is addicting as hell, so there's that.

Honorable mentions:

(possibly, maybe) falling for you

you are my sweetest downfall

hit me with your sweet love, steal it with a kiss

3). home is the shape of your heart by unreemarkable (tododeku)

Summary: If this is a dream, Shouto doesn’t want to wake up.

[in which shouto gets back what he lost, and he's both better and worse off for it.]

In this story we have vampire Shouto and ghost Izuku. Those were the two elements that immediately drew me in, especially vampire Shouto. I walked into this thinking it was gonna be a haunted mansion story, but it ended up being so much more.

Yes, there is a haunted house element but we have so much more. We have a ghost who doesn't remember anything about his own life, much less what led to his death. And a vampire, who knows everything and the weight of it kills him.

This romance, this love story, reminded me a lot of Kaz x Inej from Six of Crows, where there is very limited physical touch but the love and care linked between these two is so palpable like a live wire. This romance is so so so tender, you just melt reading it. The pining, the pining, the wanting and the PINING. It hurts so much. It was so good, it hurt.

Also please check out the prequel that shows how this story begins, and still i will live here

4). Like Moth to Flame by magisterpavus (sheith)

Summary: When Keith tries to save his dying father by making a deal with the vampire lord who has terrified his village for centuries, he's prepared for sacrifice.

He's not prepared for Lord Shirogane.

Mags is a GOD. A god I say when it comes to sheith. When it comes to just raising the bar for good content & hot smut. And this story was a knock out.

First off, vampire Shiro. I've read stories with vampire sheith but I don't think I've come across one quite as snarky and lovable as this Shiro right here because WOW. I loved him so much. I also loved Keith, our determined human who's willing to do anything to help his ailing father, even if it means being under the thumb to this creature who haunts his village like a nightmare.

This is a very slowburn romance, but every chapter, every moment we see the two come closer is just so delicious. So well done.

Honorable mentions:

only while the sun shines

Desperate Measures

5). The Water's Fine series by @goldentruth813 (sheith)

Summary: Keith's lifeguard tower offers a stunning beach view, but nothing steals his breath like the handsome stranger who runs by every morning. A chance encounter with hot running guy—Shiro, he soon finds out—reveals he's kind as well as gorgeous, but Keith's afraid to make a move. That is, until Shiro's in trouble, and Keith finds himself over his head.

Before we start, massive massive congrats to @goldentruth813. For making a spot on this list for the 4th year in a row.

you had me tell me that *spoiler alert* I would be so invested in a mermaid's relationship with a human...I would have some questions. Yes, I am a Disney girl. Yes, I grew up with the Little Mermaid. Yes, I am EXCITED AS HELL to see Halle Bailey play Ariel in the live action movie, but mermaids were never my favorite like that. Leave to Janel to drop a story like this and have me become completely obsessed with it.

There are 3 stories tied to this series. Each one, the relationship just gets better & better. It has heavy pining, it has sweet & epic romantic moments, it has mating, it has soulmates, it has sugar daddy Shiro, and of course massive fluff.

Honorable mentions:

The Naked Roommate

rush (into my heart)

Sticker Me in Praise

6). Love Letters & Coffee Grounds by @jlaw1105 (clexa)

Summary: Lexa wasn't sure what it was that drew her into the little coffee shop on the corner. Maybe it was because it was less than a block away from the front door of her new building. Maybe it was because it wasn't a Starbucks or some other large chain coffee front that cared more about profit than the flavor of their beans. Maybe it was the warm air filled with the soft scent of coffee, chocolate and cinnamon. But likely, definitely, it was the defiant little corner of the store that loudly rebelled against the norm.

It was early November and everything around Lexa was filled with red and greens or whites and blues. It screamed of Christmas and Hanukkah. Of buying gifts and consumer driven profit. But the back corner of the coffee shop was filled with oranges and reds and browns with a rather large sign written in an angry scrawl that said "It's not even Thanksgiving yet, assholes!" There was just something about it that, to Lexa, felt poetically beautiful.

A Clexa Coffee Shop AU.

First off, place bets right now on who you think wrote that sign at the coffee shop. Secondly, yes, I deeply deeply fell in love with this coffee shop AU.

Obviously, at this point, almost every pairing to every fandom has gone through the cafe/ coffee shop AU. It may be a simple trope to come, a cliche to many, but there is a reason why that trope continues to thrive in fandom- and in storytelling in general. It's such a popular trope that I consider it to be your first steps into fanfics.

And the way @jlaw1105 did this and more is pure CHEF'S KISS. We have Lexa, a bestselling author to this popular sci-fi series, is suffering massive writer's block with the latest book. We have Clark, part-time barista, part-time artist, and part-time crush that quickly becomes muse & more to Lexa.

This was just so so so so fucking good. READ IT.

7). There's Something about Potter by slytherin_nette (drarry w/ fem-Harry)

Summary: There’s just something particularly strange about Aria Potter this year. Unfortunately, the new 8th year Slytherins are determined to find out exactly what everybody's favorite golden girl is hiding. Post-DH semi-AU Hogwarts. DMxfemHP.

There are so many tropes and things that can pull me into a good drarry story: veela and fem-Harry. Veela is my favorite creature trope to read with drarry. Anytime I see the word drarry, I JUMP. Also I love me some genderbenting, so if there's one that offers the Girl Who Lived, I am on board.

So imagine my great surprise & delight that I stumble onto a story that delivers both. Done none other than the great queen of fem-Harry, slytherin_nette. Like when I say queen, I mean QUEEN. Every fem-Harry x Draco story she does is just amazing. Just incredible. Always slaps, and this is one is no expectation.

In this story, taking place after 8th year, we have Aria Potter returning to Hogwarts after not just surviving the war but also coming into a secret inherrtiance. We have Draco trying to keep his head down and survive the year, while also reminsicing about the dream girl he meets during the summer. Thanks to a Housing switch up, the two collide and all that they got through together is so much fun to read.

Story is available both at ao3 and ff.net.

Also, while you're at it, please also check out more of slytherin_nette's fem-Harry stories. She has more on ffnet than ao3, but all of them are worth a read.

8). Werk It, Girl by stardropdream (sheith)

Summary: Keith is a contestant on Coran's Drag Race, competing to be the next Drag Superstar. Towards the end of the competition, the girls are given their weekly challenge: adopt a drag daughter into your drag house.

And in walks Shiro.

Working together in a competition is one thing, but Keith could never be prepared for everything that comes next.

CALLING ALL RUPAUL DRAG RACE FANS IN THE SHIETH COMMUNITY! THIS ONE'S FOR YOU

And even if you're not familiar with the show or a fan of it, I still think you'll have a good time with this show, I know I certainly did 😊😉

But then again anytime you read a story by stardropdream, you're always guaranteed a fun time. Okay, well actually some of her stories may include angst, but always a fun time at the end of it. And this was a fun, fun time.

I didn't realize how much I needed drag queen Keith x drag queen in training until now, so thank you Robin for that.

Honorable mentions:

In My Veins

We are Perfectly Okay

Body Without Sound

9). right besides me series by @storybookprincess (tododeku)

Summary: "For as long as Todoroki could remember, touch was something to be avoided. Dodging blows in his father’s relentless training or curling in on himself and covering his face to try to hide from the merciless punishment for whatever transgression he had committed this time, touch was always pain, plain and simple. After his mother left, he was never held or kissed. No one hugged him or stroked his hair. People touched him to hurt him."

Or, Todoroki gets a hug and his whole world shifts on its axis.

Oh. MY. DEAR. GOSH. Oh. My. Dear. Heart. Oh. My. Dear. Dear. Shouto. Oh. My Sweet. Sweet. Izuku. And my dear gosh....go to hell Endeavor & kick rocks.

As you can guess by the previous sentence, this story made me feel many things.

As you can guess by the summary of the first part of the story, ever so gently, the feels come on so hard, so rapid, and you have no choice but to let the feelings consume you. Then the sequel, quid pro quo, comes in and finishes you in the best way. It certainly did with me.

This beautiful relationship starts with a hug. This story has severely touch-straved Shouto just in awe by Izuku, who was the first person to touch him gently in such a long time. Which starts this achingly beautiful, heartfelt pining.

This story has to be one of the best Todoroki Shouto's POV stories I've read. This also featured one of the softest, softest tododeku relationships ever. I do recommend this as a starter fanfic if you're new to the tododeku ship like I was. It was one of the first tododeku stories I've read and I still think about it.

10). Sourdough by @academicdisaster24 (drarry)

Summary: Draco writes romance novels and doesn't leave his apartment much. Harry bakes bread and sells it to Draco. Draco is quite weird. Harry might like that.

Fair warning: you will CRAVE soughdough bread like crazy. I know I did. At some points while I was reading, I was seriously tempted to get some bread.

And you will CRAVE to have that sweetness that Draco finds with Harry in this story.

We have Draco as a reclusive historical romance writer trying to write & baker Harry downstairs distracting him with the delicious scent of fresh-baked bread.

I don't think enough words can praise this story. Can show enough it was. Other than speculator, achingly-sweet, and just everything.

Honorable mentions that I seriously wanted to add to the list but this post is already lengthy. All amazing, all greats reads by various writers y’all should check out:

on sight by @phaltu (sheith w/established relationship, happily married, and everyone thinking Keith is the horn dog when his sweet-faced husband is the real culprit

Ready Set Hut by Neyasochi (sheith, friends to lovers following them meeting at high school & bonding over FOOTBALL)

With Great Yawns and Stretching by sugar_screw (drarry, with Harry finding Malfoy isn't only redeemed but is the proud owner of a coffee shop. With cats)

Thirst and Devour by SashaDistan (izuku x shouto x bakugo x Kirishima poly fanfic; all 3 obsessed with Izuku & his sweet ass. SO SO SO SO HOT)

This Hungry Work (Give Me Some More) by @rayshippouuchiha (tododeku w/female Izuku; possessive & protective Todoroki, just goodness all around)

Almost, Not Quite, Us by xxjinchuurikixx (narusasu; ABO verse w/ doting alpha Naruto & feisty omega Sasuke deep in his heat & in need of assistance. SO GOOD).

And there you have, ladies, gents, & nonbinary babes. Thus concludes this year's list of my favorite fanfics of the year, including honorable mentions I had to shout out to. Mind you, there's so many more but this list is already long enough as it is.

To the writers who created these incredible stories. I applaud you. I thank you for creating and sharing these wonderful stories. Anyone interested in doing the tag, please do.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, GUYS

[who-needs-words]

Tag game!

relationship status: in a relationship

Favorite color: green! Especially dark forest green

Favorite food: tiramisu

song stuck in head: River Chant - a silt verse fan song that appears at the end of the season 1 finale

last thing googled: on my phone that would be Kimekomi. (I went to an art fair yesterday) On my computer it would be synonyms for slash. (writing fight scenes is hard).

Dream trip: barcelona, I really want to see Antoni Gaudi’s architecture in person.

last book read/currently reading: American Gods by Neil Gaiman

Last book enjoyed: hmmmm probably Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir, my cousin suggested it to me.

Last book hated: does my linguistics textbook count? Otherwise Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury

fave thing to cook/bake: Angel food came

Most niche dislike: onions. I have no idea why people need to put them in everything OR why they are always in massive chunks

opinion on the circus: never really been to any? Probably wouldn’t mind them?

sense of direction: AMAZING if I’m within approximately 300 miles of my home, outside of that I rely on landmarks 

Ten people I want to get to know better (feel free to ignore! I don’t know how y’all feel about tag games)

@call-of-the-ocean @not-a-snowman @arsonist-macaron @m-e-w-666 @commander-diomika @polutrope @xnoctua @theparallaxview @banashee @almayver

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Paradise Circus - Chapter Twenty.

Big thanks to the PCBC for your continued love of my little story! Y’all make me so happy :) 

Previous chapters - One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 2,647

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

“You really, really have to keep your guard up better. First lessons are often painful, and usually they don’t get much better either as you go on,” Tommy advised to Aimee, taking a seat next to her again and gently pressing a small towel full of ice to her eye. Taking to marital arts like a duck to water over the last few months, she’d progressed to full contact training, learning that morning to definitely listen to Obie and Tommy as they’d yelled “GUARD UP!” at her from the edge of the ring, her equally novice opponent managing to land a very tidy left hook to her right eye.  

“Yeah, I’m getting that, big fella. How’s your foot now?” He’d gone in after her, having a little ruck with one of the other guys there and suspecting he’d broken his little toe as a result.  

“Eh, hazard of the job. It ain’t too bad.” He shrugged, picking up his beer for a grateful swig. Since he and Darla were starting a family of sorts together, they wanted each other’s families to begin getting to know one another better, that afternoon being for the chosen families, their closest friends all meeting. Also, it would be the first time Darla met Cassie too, who was arriving a little later in the evening after she’d finished work.  

“At least I got my decimating power in before you broke yourself!” she giggled, flexing her tiny muscles with a long ‘Grrrr!’ noise.

“Yes, you did, killer.” He laughed. It had been a hilarious scene, Tommy offering to have a little tap around with her, Aimee’s reaction comically over the top in her screaming, flying from the ring and then hiding beneath it. What was even funnier? Obie dragging her out by her foot, picking her up by the leggings and sports bra and throwing her straight back between the ropes.  

Having a little ruck with someone as immovable as Tommy had been daunting, but he’d only tapped her gently in retaliation, Aimee marvelling that she could punch him as hard as she was physically capable, and he didn’t move or flinch once. He liked Aimee a lot, and was looking forward to meeting Chantelle, the other apple of Darla’s eye, the lady herself arriving with them about fifteen minutes later, glued to her phone.

“Absolutely not, nope, I want my usual brand of powders or nothing at all. I’ve told you before I don’t like that other brand, it doesn’t adhere well. No, I will not accept it! Get me my acrylic and realise how much damned money I spend with you people per month, then reflect on that financial loss if I decide to take my business to another wholesaler! Thank you, goodbye!” Hanging up, she widened her eyes, phone placed back in her bag. “Jesus! All that for acrylic! Hi, Tommy. Nice to meet you. Oh god, you really are freakin’ huge!” she added as he stood, giving him a hug.

“Yeah, good to meet you too, Chantelle,” he returned, while she moved to hug and kiss Aimee in greeting.  

“So, what happened here? Let me see,” she exclaimed, touching her fingers to her face, Aimee lowering the ice filled towel to reveal her bruised face.  

“I didn’t keep my guard up,” she confessed, Chantelle wincing as she saw the area already beginning to bruise.  

“Come on then, Tommy. What’s the worst injury you’ve ever copped?” she then asked, Aimee pouring her a glass of wine from the bottle she’d bought upon arrival.  

“Dislocated hip. That hurt like shit when they cracked it back in, even sedated. They shot me up with all kinds of drugs afterwards. Meadow says I was like Ozzy Osbourne after a bender for the six hours that followed.”

Both cringed and exclaimed at even imagining a hip dislocation, laughing then at his likening of himself to Ozzy.  

“Lord, how I could not put myself through what y’all crazy martial arts people do!” she snorted, pointing between them.

“You cry when you break a nail,” Aimee scoffed.

“You’re afraid of a squirrel,” she fired back, entertained.  

“Oh, the little guy Darla feeds?” Tommy inquired, trying not to grin.

“He did it again the other day, threw his shit at me!”

“Isn’t that what monkeys do to demonstrate when they’re pissed off?” he then questioned, Aimee’s face making him laugh behind his hand as he rested his chin against it, elbow propped on the arm of the big, cosy chair he sat in.  

“And squirrels!” she confirmed, huffing at Chantelle, who was laughing and clapping.

“You gotta feed him, boo. That’s why he’s mad!  

“Fucking Darla. She made friends with a house spider one time, too, wouldn’t let me smush him with a book! Sat there letting it crawl all over her. I swear, she’s some kind of female version of Steve Urwin.” Her comparison roused a big laugh, just as the lady herself was approaching, Tommy turning and feeling his heart jump in his chest, as it always did, but especially after they’d decided to give themselves some cooling down time in the wake of what happened in Pittsburgh.

He’d naively thought that maybe that one time would have gotten it out of his system, but alas, it was not to be. Looking at her again, he felt himself stir in all the places she awakened him, the feelings he tried so desperately to hide swirling up to the surface. Whenever she wasn’t there and it hit him that he’d cheated on Cassie with her, the guilt smacked him hard, but seeing Darla again, all he could think was that what they’d done had been right.  

She’d hit her twenty sixth week and was absolutely radiant, her little bump now much bigger, her hand often rested to it affectionately, just like it was as she approached. His heart continued to flutter madly at such a sight.  

She was dressed simply, but looked completely gorgeous in her long, green dress and an oversized cardigan that slid off one shoulder, keeping out the late autumnal chill. Seeing her, belly swollen with his baby, absolutely radiant, it did something to his insides that he was never in a rush to stop feeling, but alas, his fears he’d confided in his brother and best friend were still extremely prevalent in his mind.  

“Hi, how you doing?” he greeted her with, leaning to kiss her cheek, his hand stroking the swell of her bump. “Hey, my boy. You being good for mommy?” It didn’t feel awkward at all with her, as he’d envisioned it might. It was just natural. Just them.

“No, he isn’t. He’s still demanding I crave fried chicken. Chicken, for heaven’s sakes! I haven’t eaten meat in ten years and I can’t even be within a block radius of KFC without breaking out in a sweat!”

“I’ll have to start calling you Pheebs,” he commented, chuckling, referencing of course Phoebe Buffay’s pregnant meat cravings in Friends.  

“I’m not giving in like she did, though! I got the vegan version.”

He raised his eyebrows. “And how did that work?”

“I’m somewhat sated. Somewhat.” What she really craved the most, though, she couldn’t share with him, moving to greet her friends before landing her tired ass in a comfy seat. Him. She wanted Tommy in every way she could have him, her libido through the roof. All those hormones, all that longing to have her baby’s father between her legs, it was playing havoc with her emotions, which teetered on a precarious precipice enough as it was. That one time at her parents' house just hadn’t been enough for her.  

But no, Tommy just kept on becoming more mouth-watering to her whenever she saw him, especially since he’d gone through somewhat of an image upgrade. He was always one of the most insanely gorgeous men she’d ever seen, but after changing his hair for a short back and sides and growing a tidily trimmed beard, she positively growled on the inside at seeing him again after their imposed break.

It didn’t bode well that tonight, she would be meeting his girlfriend for the first time.  

Thankfully, she had her attention distracted by the swift arrival of Meadow and Heather, going to stand up to greet them but being swiftly ushered back down.

“Sit, sit, you’re pregnant, let me come down to your level, sweetie,” Meadow began, kissing her cheek as they exchanged a hug.  

“Girl, you’re rocking the Christina Hendricks thing even more in that top. Wooo!” Darla exclaimed as she greeted Heather, who she had thought bore a very striking resemblance to the actress upon first meeting her.  

“Oh, I should be so lucky!” she laughed dismissively, moving to introduce herself to Aimee and Chantelle after greeting Tommy. They ordered drinks and sat down, everyone engaging in some getting to know you chit chat, Meadow in particular semi-lost in thought as she witnessed Tommy with his hand reached out, held against Darla’s bump. He’d said to her recently that she’d begun to feel little flutters from the baby, both of them keen to feel him actually kicking for the first time.  

Watching them, she noted just how adorable they looked, wondering to herself what on earth was keeping them apart, since they were getting along so brilliantly these days. She still couldn’t reconcile what he’d told her after their Pittsburgh trip. Brilliantly is how their afternoon, stretching into early evening went, though, everyone having a good time as the alcohol flowed, Darla feeling a little left out being the only sober one there, but enjoying herself all the same. Even more so when Heather began detailing a game she’d played with her colleagues at work on break the previous afternoon.  

“So, you start with ten fingers,” she began, Tommy immediately raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, you do, huh? I’m not too sure exactly how much more I need to hear about the finer details of my bestie’s sex life,” he joked, Heather giving him an exasperated look while the other women all howled laughing.  

“Be quiet! Hold ten fingers up and lower one for each thing you’ve done. Tommy, darling, you two smutty bastards might as well just sit on your hands now,” she added, winking at her wife, further hysterics enduring. “Okay, cheated on someone.”  

Heather and Chantelle were the only two to put a finger down.  

“Liar!” Meadow accused, pointing at Tommy. His heart heaved for a second, before he knew of course that his bestie would never rat him out over his indiscretion with Darla, trying to think of who else she could be alluding to.

“Who?”

“Katie O’Shea!” Ahhh, his second girlfriend, cheating on her with Chrissie Montgomery, his third.  

“Oh shit, yeah.”  

“Had anal?”

Everyone lowered a finger.  

“Hey, you told me you didn’t do that!” Tommy then said, his head virtually swivelling in Darla’s direction.

“Not with yours! That shit too big!” More hysterics followed, Darla making cross sign with two fingers directed at him, looking perturbed. Tommy only looked proud, being called out for having a big dick.  

“Tied someone up?” Aimee, Darla and Tommy were the only ones to lower a finger.

“Been tied up?” Tommy, Heather, Meadow that time.  

“Had sex in a public place?” Everyone did, bar Aimee and Tommy, Meadow quick to point at him once more.

“More lies!” she yelled, picking up her drink and swigging it back.

“When did I?”

“Nine Inch Nails!”

“Oh hell,” he muttered, shrinking in his seat, pulling his cap down over his face.  

“I think I need to know the details of this story,” Darla requested, poking him in the arm with her nail.

“I think we all need to be filled in here over the deal here,” Chantelle began. “What, was in the bathroom?”

“Oh, hell no, Chantelle. He did the girl in the damned crowd!” Meadow announced, possibly a little too loudly. The more alcohol she had in her system, the higher her volume. Everyone looked shocked at that revelation, Tommy shrinking more, but grinning as he remembered it. “He’d met her about ten minutes before, some little goth cutie, and he’s there with his tongue down her throat for a couple of songs, before he moved to stand behind her.  

“So, I’m more interested in watching the show, but I happened to look over and he’s got his hands up her skirt, and I’m thinking ‘nah, he’s not gonna do that here!’ So, I looked back to the stage, but then back at him a few minutes later, and I can see his hips moving back and forth and I was like ‘oh yeah, okay, bestie is discreetly mid-fuck among a few thousand people, he went there!’ I was shocked, man!”

“Did anyone else notice?” Darla asked, the rest of the women screaming with laughter.

“If they did, they didn’t give a damn. I was drunk and horny,” he shrugged.

“Yeah, I know what happens there!” she exclaimed, pointing at her tummy. “Your dad is such a man whore!” she then told her bump, Tommy leaning over as he stroked it.

“Hey kid, your mom is just as bad. It takes two to tango,” he spoke, rubbing her belly affectionately.  

“Baby boy, I never had sex with some random at a Nine Inch Nails gig, though,” she laughed, covering his hand with hers.  

“So yeah, little dude. Your mom might be a judgmental ass, but she’s pretty awesome all the same. When she’s not finding something to bust my balls over.” He leaned down further, kissing her bump, the sight making their friends coo at how cute it was. It was also the first thing to greet Cassie from the door as she arrived at the bar. The sight rocked her, witnessing such while also seeing Darla for the first time, not expecting her to be such an absolute knock out, looks wise. Tommy’s baby mama was a true beauty, and while she didn’t have insecurities over her looks, it still hit her in the self-esteem all the same.  

Reeling a little as she watched her boyfriend stroking her bump, she made a quick beeline for the bar, trying to remain composed, telling herself that it was normal for an expectant father to act like that when presented with the pregnant stomach containing his first child, reminding herself who’d he’d spent two hours having sex with and declaring his love to the night before. Her, not Darla.  

She sank a shot of neat Jack Daniels, her second coming with a measure of coke, taking deep breaths. ‘Keep calm, don’t lose your shit. She’s the mother of his child, and she’s fucking smoking, this much is true, but he’s with you. It’s nothing to lose your head over.’ Her internal monologue was staunch, but she still felt a little weird as she walked over to the table, tapping Tommy’s shoulder, his hands now thankfully back in his lap.

“Hey baby!” he greeted her with warmly, standing to greet her with a kiss. He then introduced her to everyone, Darla lastly, Cassie leaning down to give her a hug. She smelled amazing, like expensive, orange blossom perfume and cocoa butter, and she greeted her so sweetly as well, asking how her day was, pulling an empty seat between her and Tommy, patting it with a smile.  

Inside, though, little was Cassie to know that Darla was a mess of emotions, seeing Tommy’s beautiful girlfriend for the first time, with her bright eyes, glossy, blonde hair and lovely smile, Tommy resting his hand on her thigh, suddenly having a mental image of them in a passionate clinch flash through her mind.  

Neither woman wanted to at all, but they resented the other instantly for the exact same reason. That reason being the big fella with the tattoos who was absolutely none the wiser.

[realcube]

BABYSITTING WITH HIM

characters ♡ oikawa, tendou & sakusa

tw ♡ children, cursing & mentions of arson

TŌRU OIKAWA

♡ he is pretty much a professional babysitter, or so he thought

♡ which is why he accepted when you asked if he could help you take care of your nieces/nephews for the weekend

♡ i mean, he takes care of his nephew all the time so how hard could babysitting possibly be? it was basically a free pass to spend the day with you 

♡ however, he began to regret his decision as he sat on your couch and realised that he wouldn’t be able to get even somewhat intimate with you when there was constantly an annoying little boy clinging to his arm, asking him if he had any games on his phone

♡ “sorry, kid.” oikawa smiled, clenching his jaw to hide the rage but it wasn’t very effective, “i’ve not got any games. maybe you could go play with your toys or something.” 

♡ he let out a sigh, making the mistake of thinking that would be the end of their interaction

♡ “can’t you just download some?” the boy retaliated

♡ you snickered, watching as the energy visibly drained from oikawa, yet he still wore his frighteningly bright grin

♡ “i’ve not got any storage.” 

♡ “then delete some of your apps or photos.” the boy said with a shrug, then proceeded to point at oikawa’s home screen, which happened to be a picture of him and you in front of an ethereal sunset, “start with that one. you both look like dorks.”

♡ you and oikawa’s unified gasps of offence were enough to show the boy that he was able to do exactly what he intended; piss y’all off

♡ hence, with a final mischievous snicker, he dashed off

♡ “i hate kids.” oikawa muttered, inspecting his homescreen to see if he really did look like a ‘dork’, “what is his problem?”

♡ “what if our kids turn out like that?” you joked 

♡ his eyes widened momentarily, turning to look at you with an uncharacteristically sheepish expression, “our w--”

♡ “mr kawa!” a cry could be heard from the kitchen so without hesitation, you both hopped to your feet and rushed over there as quick as you could 

♡ once you both reached the area the yell came from, you were fortunately not greeted by anything gruesome 

♡ instead, you both got to behold two children trying to reach the top shelf with the power on friendship; the taller boy was standing on a chair, while the toddler held it still 

♡ however, his grip on the jar of the Nutella must’ve loosened at some point as it now lay dejectedly on the ground, half spilled across the tiles and the other half drenching the toddler, not that they seemed to mind though 

♡ in fact, it looked like they were having the time of their — albeit, short — life

♡ the container was only plastic, hence you didn’t have to worry about shards when you darted over to the poor, chocolate-covered baby and scooped them up into your arms, “are you guys, okay?!”

♡ “yeah.” the boy chuckled, noticing that holding the toddler was transferring the chocolate onto you too

♡ “if you wanted nutella, you could’ve just asked.” oikawa sighed, helping the boy get down safely from the chair before putting the object back at it’s intended spot at the dinner table 

♡ “you could have gotten seriously hurt! i thought you would know better than to do something like this.” you scolded, becoming even more furious as the baby continued to playfully slap your face with their grimy hands, “please don’t do that again.”

♡ before they boy got the chance to do anything besides murmur a vague apology, oikawa interjected, “they won’t get the chance.”

♡ and he was right

♡ after cleaning everything up (including the child, which took forever), you didn’t let either of the rascals out of your sight until your duties as babysitters were complete 

♡ “i think we handled that pretty well.” oikawa mused, gathering his stuff along with you as you both got ready to leave

♡ “yeah, maybe we should do this again sometime.” you suggested, but it was followed by a few second was complete silence

♡ until you both burst out laughing 

♡ “yeah, never again.” you agreed

♡ “the kids can take care of themselves.” oikawa said with shrug, offering his hand to you, before you both strutted out of the disaster house

♡ ever since then, it was a common inside joke between you to, when in the vicinity of a kid causing mayhem or being a nuisance, whisper to each or exchange a look that says, ‘it’s a great day to not be babysitting.’  

SATORI TENDŌ

♡ at first, you thought that asking tendou for help babysitting would be a bad idea bc he is just as hyperactive as the damn kids sometimes so he’d probably not be the best influence 

♡ and you knew this bc one time you happened to run into him while out in the park with the kids and you asked him to watch them for literally a minute so you could run to the bathroom but when you came back all you almost had a heart attack because tendou was teaching them fkn tricks on the monkey bars 

♡ however, you then realised that if the kids were busy committing arson with uncle tendou, then they wouldn’t be bothering you 

♡ so here you are, playing monopoly with your boyfriend, a seven year-old and a one year-old

♡ well, it was less like monopoly and more like debate class since none of you could agree on the rules

♡ “well, uncle ten,” the older sibling began, in a very matter-of-factly tone, “if i burn your property down, then i  don’t have to pay you for landing on it.”

♡ “but then you also go to jail.” you pointed out

♡ “not if the police don’t catch me.”

♡ you burst out laughing, meanwhile tendou kept his business face on, “good point, but watch this.” tendou spoke as he rolled the dice, though no matter what if he got a number between four and seven, he would end up landing on somebody’s property

♡ he got a four

♡ picking up his piece, he moved it across each square individually and once he was due to land on your property, he knocked his piece over

♡ “whoops, i slipped.” he chuckled, though his friendly aura immediately dropped as he looked you dead in the eye and said, “i’m suing.”

♡ “you can’t sue me because you tripped!” you yelled 

♡ “i guess i just fell for you.” he said, resulting in the kids both making gagging noises before he stuck out his hand, “100 monopoly dollars, please.”

♡ “like i said,” you tried your best to stay strong and not laugh at his shitting pickup line, “i’m not giving you any money, you fell!”

♡ “i guess we’ll have to take this matter to court then.” tendou said, tapping the shoulder of the one year-old who was currently chewing on a 500 bill which you quickly had to confiscate 

♡ “judge, do you think (y/n) owes me 100 monopoly dollars for poor health and safety conduct?”

♡ “yes.”

♡ “that is the only word they know how to say!” you cried, begrudgingly handing over the money 

♡ “thank you, angel.” tendou cooed, adding your singular bill to the pile he had already stored up; the winner of the game had already been decided 

♡ and although you and the seven year-old kid both cried later after getting your asses kicked in monopoly (the one year-old cried too but they were just hungry), you all went out to get food and actually had a pretty good time

♡ it became a routine for tendou to help you babysit whenever he got the chance and y’all would always play table top games

♡ also when tendou got accepted into culinary school, he’d teach/show the kids what dishes he has learned to prepare and let them help by stirring the pot, adding spices etc etc

♡ and even when he moved to Paris, on special occasions, a box of chocolates would suddenly appear at the kids’ door and all the little pieces would be shaped and moulded into some of their favourite characters or made out of their favourite flavours 

♡ and at one point the kids even insisted that you teach them how to make chocolates so they can send some back to uncle tendou <33

♡ they weren’t the best, but when tendou received the misshapen, slightly stale chocolates at his apartment, addressed from you and the children, he cried

KIYOOMI SAKUSA

♡ his first response when you asked if he could help you babysit was ofc ‘ew no 🤢’

♡ needless to say it took a lot mansplain manipulate malewifing to convince him to come over 

♡ but once he did, obviously he was in his full protective gear; there was no way in hell he was going to catch whatever germs the little goblins have

♡ honestly he almost sprayed a chid in the face with hand sanitizer when they came running up to him with open arms, trying to give him a hug 

♡ which was unusual because the kids don’t tend to be overly friendly with new people, but you just brushed it off and figured that sakusa must’ve been an exception

♡ during his time babysitting, sakusa spend most of his energy trying to avoid the children at all costs that it basically became a game of tag, with you helping the child try to reach sakusa, and him hiding

♡ but honestly you couldn’t complain since the whole time the child was playing, they were safe with you rather than playing with fire 

♡ until later you were reminded of their odd fondness for sakusa when they insisted that sakusa carry them to their bedroom when it was their nap time

♡ and as you were shifting through the books, looking for a story to read, it hit you why they seemed to be so familiar with sakusa

♡ it’s because he looked exactly like the prince in one of their favourite story books; same hair, both tall and they even had similar moles to each other

♡ upon noticing this, you immediately showed sakusa and was quite amused

♡ in fact, he found it so cute that he gave both you and the toddler a lil’ kiss on the cheek, as a parting gift — mask off and everything

♡ he ended up reading the story and the kid fell into deep slumber by the time he reached the second page

♡ letting out a sigh of relief, sakusa slumped onto the ground, allowing his own eyes to flutter shut for a moment, “what a day.”

♡ you shuffled over to you could lay down beside him, “indeed it was, prince sakusa.”

♡ “shut up.” he teased, poking your rib slightly before absently intertwining his fingers with your own

♡ next thing you knew, you were both awakened by the sound of a grumpy toddler...

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Life As We Know it {Chapter 15}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Occasional surprise chapters could be posted at miscellaneous times. Chapters will be posted on both my and Tara’s blogs! >> @tacmc.​

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Nesta looked in the mirror and figured she looked decent enough. Having not been on an actual date in quite some time, she felt a little off her game, but the dress she had chosen felt better than the others she had tried on.

After admiring the deep, crimson color and the way her breasts looked in the low neckline, Nesta sprayed her hair and slipped on her heels before grabbing her clutch and walking down the stairs.

Nyx was in the living room, bouncing up and down in his exersaucer. When he saw Nesta, he grinned.

“Hi, sweet boy,” she said, leaning down to kiss the top of his head and hoping her lipstick hadn’t rubbed off. “Cassian?”

“Kitchen!”

“I’m heading out,” Nesta said, leaning back up.

He was a room away, in the kitchen, making the gods knew what for their dinner. Nyx always ate whatever she made for him, but it was typically a challenge. Earlier in the week, Cass had started deviating from his generic meals for Nyx of jarred baby food and puffs. It seemed like it didn’t matter what the man fed him, Nyx adored it.

She made her way into the other room and stood behind a chair at the kitchen table and cleared her throat. “I shouldn’t be home too late,” she said, drumming her fingers along the wood.

Cass glanced back at her and his eyebrows rose. “You sure? You look pretty nice for shouldn’t be home too late.”

Blushing, she said, “We’re just going to dinner.”

He turned back to the stove, where he was sautéing some broccoli and carrots, but she caught the smirk on his face. “I doubt dinner will be the only thing he wants to eat.”

A knock from the front door halted whatever her response was going to be.

For a moment, neither of them moved, then Cassian blinked. “Are you going to get that or should I?”

Nesta huffed as she made her way back through the house and opened the front door.

Balthazar was there, that glorious smile plastered on his handsome face. His brown eyes went wide in appreciation. “Wow. You look incredible.”

Nesta looked down at her dress before saying, “Thanks. You look pretty good yourself.”

“Thanks-.”

“Alright, don’t keep her out too late and make sure she doesn’t drink too much.” Nesta spun around to find Cassian leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. “She’s not a pretty drunk.”

She widened her eyes at him, not sure if he was joking or not. The glimmer in his eyes said yes, but she couldn’t be sure.

Balthazar narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze trailing down Cassian’s arms. “Are you Illyrian?”

Nesta swore she felt the tension in the room thicken at the three words.

“I am,” Cassian said, and she wondered if the flexing of his arms was intentional or not. “So I’d be real careful what the next words out of your mouth are.”

Balthazar smirked and unbuttoned one of his shirt sleeves, rolling it up to reveal—

Illyrian markings.

Cassian’s brows shot up and Nesta looked back and forth between the two of them.

“You’re from Illyria?” Nesta asked, once it was clear that Cassian wouldn’t say a thing.

“I am,” Balthazar said. “Grew up in the mountains. Moved here nearly a decade ago, but my parents still live there. I go there a couple of times a year.”

Cassian whistled before Nesta could say anything. “The mountains are beautiful. My mom used to take me up there for a getaway when I was younger.”

“Ah, yeah, I love it there,” Balthazar said. “I’d love to move back someday.”

Nesta cleared her throat, awkwardly. “I hate to break up this bonding moment, but we do have dinner reservations.”

“Right, of course,” Balthazar said, nodding. He stepped back, letting Nesta by. “If you’re ready, we can go.”

“Cass, have a good night,” she said, throwing him a look over her shoulder.

“Yeah, y’all, have fun,” he said, smirking at her as he closed the door behind them.

Balthazar walked Nesta to his car, opening her door for her and heading to his own side, climbing behind the driver seat. They rode in silence for a second before Balthazar said, “I’m glad you said yes.”

Nesta, despite herself, blushed as she looked over at him across the car. “I am, too.”

*

Cassian hadn’t been lying when he told Nesta he wanted her to go out with the doctor. If she had a boyfriend, he’d be less likely to think about sleeping with her again.

But he hadn’t expected to see another Illyrian at the front door. There would have been no way he could’ve known, since Nyx had only had to go to the doctor once while they’d had him, but surely Rhys would have mentioned that his son’s doctor was Illyrian at least once. There weren’t many Illyrians in Velaris, most of them choosing to stay in Illyria, to the north.

He hated that Balthazar was a nice guy.

A great guy.

A damn Illyrian.

While Nesta was gone, Cassian tried to keep his mind off of her on her date. And yet, it’s all he could think about, which was ridiculous. Nesta deserved to be happy, deserved to have fun.

And Cassian wasn’t complaining. He loved hanging out with Nyx, loved doing all the things that uncles did. And yet, Cassian felt off.

Everything was better when Nesta was around.

Nyx whimpered and Cassian seemed to understand as he lifted his nephew out of his bouncy seat and cradled him in his arms.

“Aunt Nesta will be home soon,” he crooned, bouncing Nyx.

The baby still looked around, looking for her.

For the first couple months after the accident, Nyx had constantly looked around, constantly searched for Rhys and Feyre. But recently, he hadn’t been looking around much anymore, and when he was it was for one of them.

Silently, Cassian had hoped it didn’t mean he was forgetting about Rhys and Feyre.

He sighed, carrying him to the kitchen. “Uncle Cass wants some ice cream, how does that sound?”

He clapped once and Cassian chuckled. He got a big bowl, with two spoons and settled back on the couch, Nyx next to him.

Nyx’s bites were much smaller, and Cassian tried his best not to laugh when his eyebrows bunched together, a little brain freeze hitting him unexpectedly. After he’d had a few bites, Cassian set him down on the carpet, letting him crawl over to where his toys sat on the floor.

“When are you gonna walk, dude?” He asked, watching as he banged two plastic blocks against each other.

Nyx had mastered pulling himself up right before he turned one. Yet for whatever reason, he still hasn’t taken his first steps. He and Nesta talked about it a lot, and they’d discussed whether it was something they should ask his doctor about.

He supposed Nesta could do so tonight if she was so inclined.

“It’s about time for bed, you know,” Cassian said, watching as Nyx threw his toys across the living room. “For you and me. Once you go to sleep, I’ll be right behind you.”

Nyx made a noise that nearly made Cassian laugh out loud.

“Exactly,” Cassian went on. “So, let’s get you in your pajamas, then Uncle Cassian is going to relax for a while.”

Nyx didn’t protest as Cassian carried him upstairs and started to get him ready for bed. Cassian gave Nyx a bath and got him into his pajamas before he laid him in his crib. After patting his belly, Cassian went back downstairs and laid on the couch.

He laid in silence for ten minutes before deciding that Nyx was sound asleep and nothing would wake him.

Now, all he could think about was Nesta’s date.

He didn’t let himself think about why that was.

*

Nesta wasn’t sure she had laughed this hard in months. She was actually fairly sure she hadn’t.

Not since before the accident.

“Wait, wait,” she said, using her napkin to dab underneath her eyes, having laughed so hard that tears slipped out. “There were how many people there?”

“At least two thousand at the game and way, way more watching on TV,” Balthazar replied, cringing, reliving the time he’d accidentally been pantsed during a championship baseball game in college.

And had left nothing to the imagination.

Nesta was laughing again, but took a sip of her wine and shook her head. She was having an amazing time. The conversation was coming easily, the food was delicious, and Bal had made a spectacular wine choice.

He reached across the table and took her hand. “I’m having a good time,” she admitted, surprising herself.

He brushed a thumb over her knuckles and smiled. “I am, too.”

Nesta looked down where their hands met. His hands were interesting. Softer than she expected, but strong. Not rough, at all, like Cassian’s were.

Her eyes snapped up to Bal’s.

She wasn’t going to think about Cassian.

“You know, I hear they have amazing desserts here,” Nesta went on, keeping her hand in his.

“I hear the same,” Balthazar said. “In fact, I may have ordered us a sample board while you were in the ladies’ room.”

Nesta raised a brow. “Is that so?”

Balthazar nodded with a grin. “I figured why only taste one when you can taste them all?”

Nesta laughed, quietly. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

Just as dessert came, Balthazar ordered another bottle of wine, and Nesta was blown away. Once again, she knew that doctors made good money, but it was surely the most extravagant date she had ever been on.

Having already eaten the cheesecake and the pavlova, Nesta scooped up a bite of chocolate cake and moaned. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she sighed, delighted.

When she opened her eyes, Balthazar was watching her, intently.

Nesta’s cheeks turned pink.

If she would have been asked to sleep with Balthazar a week before, she would have surely said yes. But now? Even with that look in his eye, she hesitated. He was handsome. Sexy, even, and she was certain that underneath his suit he was built like a Greek god. He was charming. He was kind. He was a perfect gentleman.

On paper, he was complete and utter perfection in every single way.

A part of her — a bigger part of her than she liked to admit — however, couldn’t shake the pleasure she had received only nights before by someone who was very much not the man sitting across the table from her now.

“I’m stuffed,” Nesta said, at last, draining what was left in her wine glass.

“Happily stuffed or in pain stuffed?” Balthazar asked, his voice a little quieter, that look in his eye remaining.

Nesta chuckled, softly. “Oh, happily, for sure.”

“Good,” Balthazar replied, and waved to the server for their check.

They were back in his car within fifteen minutes, and Balthazar reached across the middle console to take Nesta’s hand.

She let him.

“I have to confess,” Balthazar began, his voice just above the soft radio, “that I don’t want this night to end.”

“Does that mean that you’re taking me out again?” Nesta asked, looking over at him.

He smiled, not taking his eyes off the road. “Does that mean you’re saying yes to another date?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed,” she replied, tracing the line of his long fingers with her free hand. She quietly admitted, “Though, I won’t have another free Saturday for a couple of weeks.”

“That’s okay.” He pulled their joined hands across the console and pressed his lips to the back of her hand. “I can wait.”

His lips were warm against her skin, and he had just a bit of stubble on his face, enough to tickle, not to scratch. She swallowed roughly, wondering again what he would be like as a lover. From what she knew of him, she was almost sure that he would be sure, slow and calculated. Everything he’d do would be to ensure her pleasure, which she certainly wouldn’t be opposed to, but…

She wasn’t sure if that’s what she wanted anymore, not when she knew how amazing it could be to be with someone who was completely unleashed, who was frenzied as he tried to bring her to release, and—

Balthazar said something and Nesta was completely lost in her thoughts. She cleared her throat, grateful he couldn’t see the blush on her cheeks as she said, “I’m sorry, I was out of it for a moment.”

He chuckled quietly. “It’s okay. I asked if you might want to see a movie one night this week, if you had any free nights?”

Nesta thought about it for a moment. “I’m free on Thursday.”

“Thursday,” he repeated, and nodded. “Alright. Thursday. I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Perfect,” Nesta said, smiling as Balthazar pulled into her driveway.

He parked, got out, opened Nesta’s door, and walked her up to the front door. “Until Thursday, then.”

“Until Thursday,” she promised. He leaned forward and kissed her, softly.

It was a quick kiss, but it was nice.

They said their goodbyes then Nesta was opening the door, making her way inside.

The house was quiet, as she expected it to be at a quarter till eleven. After slipping off her shoes and setting her clutch near the door, Nesta was tiptoeing through the house, only stopping when she caught sight of Cassian sprawled across the couch.

She couldn’t help the smile that bloomed as she looked at him. He had one of Nyx’s stuffed animals clutched in his hand, halfway behind his head almost as if he was using it as a pillow. One of his legs hung off the side of the couch, his foot pressed flat against the floor, and Nesta couldn’t help the quiet chuckle as she stood there, looking at him. He looked so peaceful while he was asleep, his face relaxed and almost boyish like this. It was so at odds with the smirking mischief she usually saw there. She wondered if this is what he would have looked like if she would have asked him to stay in her bed the other night. Shaking her head, Nesta quickly banished the thought, not wanting to detract from the almost perfect date she’d just had.

Glancing around the living room, she noticed that it was an absolute wreck. Toys were strewn everywhere, as if they’d been thrown as far as Nyx’s little hands could manage them, and a completely melted, but mostly empty bowl of ice cream sat on the coffee table. Unable to stop the quiet chuckle, she silently picked up Nyx’s toys, putting them back in the basket where they belonged. She also scooped up the remains of the bowl of ice cream and carried it into the kitchen.

She turned the water on a low stream and was rinsing out the bowl when she heard a sleepy voice behind her.

“You’re home early.”

The rasp in his voice made her knees weak.

She looked over her shoulder to find Cassian leaning against the doorframe, his eyelids half fallen, one hand scratching the back of his neck.

Nesta chuckled. “Early? Must not be too early if you’re drooling all over the couch cushions.”

Cassian huffed a laugh as he came up behind her. “You don’t have to do that. I was planning on cleaning it.”

“No big deal,” she said, placing it in the dishwasher. “I’m pretty awake, thought I’d take care of a few things anyway.”

Cassian nodded as he leaned back against the island. “So…”

Nesta turned and crossed her arms as she leaned back against the counter. “So.”

“Did you have fun with Doctor Wonderful?” Cassian asked.

“I did,” she said, leaving it at that.

He waited for a moment, but when it was clear that that was all she was going to give him, he asked, “Yet you’re home before midnight and are wide awake enough to clean up after me and the baby?”

Nesta knew what he was asking, what he was insinuating, without voicing the words.

Why didn’t you go home with him?

“It would seem so,” she replied, a hand reaching up okay with the charm dangling from her necklace.

Cassian’s eyes tracked each motion as the charm zipped back and forth along the chain. His tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip and he nodded. “Well, I’m glad you had a good time.”

She wasn’t sure if she was waiting for him to say something else, but when he abruptly turned and headed for the stairs, she blurted, “How was your night?”

Pausing, Cassian turned back to look at her. He laughed quietly, and said, “My night doesn’t matter, Nes. Just as long as you had fun. Goodnight.”

He didn’t give her a second to reply as he turned the corner and she heard his footsteps thumping up the stairs. A moment later, his door closed.

Nesta spent far too long thinking about his words after he left.

Just as long as you had fun.

Why did such kind, simple words bother her so much?