#STEAL YOUR HEART WAS A BOP

[theroyalmisfitmess]

I’ve been in an Austin & Ally hole these past few days and gosh… The reminder that the first song Austin wrote by himself is FOR AND ABOUT ALLY just gets me. It. Gets. Me. Every. Damn. Time.

Like this man went from not wanting a love song Ally was writing to be about him, to him writing a love song where he basically admitted that he never got over Ally after their breakup and that he’ll do anything to steal her heart.

#and not to forget #STEAL YOUR HEART WAS A BOP #and the way he sings steal your heart before the chorus? #that gets me EVERY DAMN TIME #pls this boy was so in love #austin moon #ally dawson #auslly #steal your heart #not a love song #austin and ally #austin & ally #tunes and trials #tunes & trials

[okwonyo]

seeing you perform for the first time.

ᙏ̤̫ ⠀엔하이픈 ♡ female reader & fluff love at first sight + cw. not-proofread 0.7k | ( bookshelf )

heeseung would be transfixed, he'd be able to feel his heart jump inside his body when he sees you for the first time. “i love you..” he'd stupidly think, his eyes would follow each one of your movements— he'd be hypnotized, not only of the way you look but, by the way your body moves so smoothly to the music. he'd find you addicting, a smile slowly appearing as your performance goes. it'd be dump if he didn't talk to you right after the show.

jongseong would enjoy the performance to the maximum; from the music to the outfits and the dance, he'd love it all. he'd be the first one to stand up when the performance starts, it'd be obvious he genuinely enjoys the music. but, when you'd come on screen, it'd be like the world stops. he'd stop clapping and moving his head along to the music— breath, and a bit of his soul, taken by your groundbreaking visuals. a smirk would appear on his face, ‘yeah, this is my favorite group for now on’

jaeyun would have been stealing glances at you ever since the award show started and you were sitting in the rows. then, when he saw you perform on stage— given the fact that he'd have fallen for you the second he saw you, he'd fall even more. his eyes would be wide open when he sees you on stage at the very start then, his mouth would be found agape when he hears your voice. funny thing is, he'd keep that expression on his face until the performance ends. really, nobody ever had this much effect on him before.

sunghoon would admire your beauty quietly and try to enjoy your performance discreetly— but, still, anyone would see he is really watching and having a good time. he'd nod along whatever lyrics you are singing, memorizing the way your lips moves and the way your hair fall back each time you flip them. he'd be so focused on you, he'd smile each time you smile, raise a eyebrow each time you do to. he'd never forget that first impression of you.

sunoo would not be afraid to show how much he enjoys the performance, especially when you are on screen. he'd bop his head along to the music and, even try to mouth the lyrics although he barely knows them. his eyes would widen each time the cameras make a plan of your face, always surprised by how beautiful you are. this sweetheart would whisper to whoever is next to him how impressed he is— “she looks beautiful, doesn't she?”

jungwon would be beyond shocked, his eyebrows would furrow and his mouth would form a tiny ‘o’— because, not only the song is good, but the girl singing his favorite part his jaw-dropping. he'd find you pretty in a way that challenges reality, asking himself if you are even real.. and, i mean it. his head would move along the way you body does, in a smooth way as he bite down his lower lip to break himself out of his trance like state.

riki would be so invested in the performance, and especially in you, that he would not even move a tad. his eyes would be fully focused on you— and, he'd find you so cool; with the way you dance and the fact your visuals are a whiplash to him every time the cameraman focuses on you. there would be a moment, throughout the performance, where a tiny grin would appear on his hips when you appears on the big screen again, and will not leave.

...

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[wheeboo]

spoiler: i kinda like u | hansol vernon chwe

SYNOPSIS. in which you share earphones with the boy on the train. PAIRING. hansol vernon chwe x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, kinda strangers to lovers, implied college au WARNINGS. none WORD COUNT. 1.7k

requested by @enhazen

notes: this is a late birthday gift to you shay <3

It's a recurring thing at this point: you board the train to and from university, sit at the very same spot each time, and then you wait for him. You know he goes to the same university as you because you recognise the school hoodie that he wears sometimes, and you both always get off at the same stop before going on your own ways.

And then he sits next to you. Yes, next to you. Why is that? Because the moment he takes his place next to you on the train, he offers an earphone towards you.

It had all started the moment he noticed you glancing down at his phone at a particular movie he was watching, seemingly interested despite not hearing a single thing and simply reading the captions. You didn't think he would notice, but he does, and a few minutes later you find an earphone being offered in your direction. At that point, you gave him the grand nickname of the cute boy on the train, because there wasn't any other way to describe him.

Then whenever the train reaches your shared stop, the two of you seemingly exchange a knowing glance with each other as if communicating Have a good day, which later became, Same time tomorrow? in the present day, with the addition of that small smile to his face that always makes your heart jump. You like to think that it grows wider a bit every day.

Conversations hardly stretched beyond sharing your thoughts of the movie, except for the one time you mustered the courage to finally ask for his name. His name is Vernon. The cute boy on the train now has a name.

When Vernon boards the train today, he already has his earphones in, head bopping to a song blasting in his ears. As he catches sight of you, you see the way his eyes widen ever so slightly when he notices you were both wearing the same school hoodie in different colours. Then he sits next to you, and you feel the warmth of his arm grazing against yours for a moment. Swiftly, he switches his screen from music to Netflix, scrolling to find the movie you were watching together yesterday, before offering an earphone to you like it was routine.

You take his earphone gratefully and plug it in your ear, scooting a bit closer to the point where the sleeves of your hoodies were barely touching.

“I… may have accidentally seen a spoiler earlier,” Vernon tells you guiltily, his voice low.

You scoff as if offended. “You promised you wouldn’t.”

His ears grow red. “Dude, it-it popped up on my for you page, and then I couldn’t scroll past it because of the WIFI𑁋”

You can't help but let out a quiet chuckle, shaking your head playfully. “It’s fine, I’ll let it slide. Just be more careful next time, and don't scroll through TikTok or reels or whatever."

Vernon elicits a sigh of relief, a sheepish grin to his face. “I’ll try my best.”

The movie begins, and you quickly find yourselves engrossed. The train sways gently as you both fade into the story playing on the screen, and you were leaning more towards him to get a better angle of the movie. The two of you attempt to keep in your giggles whenever the humourous scenes pop up, or whisper comments to each other during the intense moments that you can barely hear for the sake of not disturbing anyone around you. 

At times, you notice that Vernon occasionally steals glances in your direction to make sure you’re still paying attention, which you are. You pinpoint the way his lips curl into a small smile whenever your eyes meet, and it makes you shyly avert your gaze back down to the movie.

Sometimes he makes comments on particular scenes as if he was in his own little world, and you can't help but listen to every word. It's adorable, because you see the way his eyes light up whenever he speaks, and you wonder if he's some sort of secret movie critic.

In his own time, he probably is, to be honest.  

As the movie continues, you feel your head slowly succumbing to a certain heaviness, finding yourself gradually leaning more against Vernon's shoulder. It's not intentional, but Vernon doesn't seem to mind; in fact, he subtly adjusts to a more comfortable position. Today was oddly exhausting, and you were really trying hard not to let it show as the movie plays.

But when the first yawn escapes your lips, you knew your body was beginning to surrender to the tiredness.

When the movie reaches a calm scene, you feel your eyelids droop. You're still trying your best to stay awake to not miss anything, but the need to lay your head down on something and the swaying of the train fight back. Vernon mutters something about the scene on the screen, but you can barely hear it.

As you press more against his shoulder, Vernon's gaze flicker down at you, and when he catches sight of your fluttering eyes, he pauses the movie and tries to shift his shoulder, making sure your head doesn’t hang off. But the movement jerks your eyes open suddenly.

“Sorry, I-I was watching.” Then you blink a few times and end up yawning again, a heat of embarrassment sprouting in your face as Vernon softly chuckles.

He watches the way you rub tiredly at your eyes and straighten your posture, before clearing his throat a bit loudly.

“You can… lean on my shoulder if you’re tired. I don’t mind. We can watch next time."

You glance at his eyes and then to his shoulder, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you meet his gaze again. “Are you sure? I wouldn't... want to be all up in your personal space."

All he does is smile gently. “Yeah, it's fine. I’ve got you.”

You take a moment to encase his words in your heart, before shifting closer to him and letting your head find its rightful place on his shoulder. Closing your eyes, you take in the scent of his hoodie and the warmth radiating from his body. 

On the other hand, Vernon tenses for a split second when he feels you settle next to him, before quickly relaxing. Turning on his phone again, he lowers the volume and selects a calm and soft song, the sound flowing directly through the earphone in your ear, his fingers rhythmically tapping against his leg.

After some time, Vernon glances down at you curiously. Your mouth was slightly open, soft breaths floating in the air, appearing peaceful as ever. He just smiles to himself, finding a yawn of his own leaving his own lips, and his heartbeat quickens nervously to a sudden thought popping in his mind.

No, he can't do that, but the exhaustion felt contagious. Perhaps playing a calm song was a bad idea (for him, at least), his eyelids growing heavier as the song shifts to the relaxing sounds of a piano. He feels his body inch impossibly closer to you, then after a long moment of contemplation, he lets his head slowly tilt until it rests on top of yours.

Somehow, it's enough to ease the tiredness tugging at him. He's careful not to disturb you, but little did he know that the moment you felt a certain pressure land at the crown of your head, your drowsy awareness woke back up, and you notice the way his fingers slow its tapping on his leg, before finally halting.

You take in a long, deep shaky inhale, before closing your eyes again, your heart racing an marathon in your chest. His head against yours feels weirdly comfortable.

The two of you rest side by side on a train filled with people in their own quiet headspace. LIke a movie, the scenery changes outside, but this moment right now is frozen, and time seems to slow. Vernon manages to keep himself awake, knowing that one of you has to be aware of when your stop is. His gaze remains out the window, but his thoughts centre curiously around you.

And then, as all rides must, it nears its end. Vernon stirs beside you, his head lifting off yours as he takes a second to stretch out his legs, being cautious not to startle you.

Then as some other people gather their belongings, he taps a few times to the top of your head.

"Hey," he murmurs softly. "We're here."

He swears he feels his heart beating loudly in his chest as he watches you slowly rise. Your eyes flutter open, and you blink groggily at him, then glance around realising that the train was slowly coming to your familiar stop.

"Thanks," You mumble sleepily.

"You looked like you needed it," Vernon teases lightly as he grabs his backpack.

You rub at your eyes again, scratching at the back of your neck shyly. "Yeah, uh... Sorry about that. I really wanted to watch the movie but I guess I was just too tired. Long day, you know?"

He just gives you a warm smile. "Don't worry about it. We can watch another time."

As the train comes to a complete stop and the doors slide open, you both gather your belongings and step out onto the platform. The day had reached the beginning of the evening, and the sky was painted in an array of pink and orange. You both walk together, a comfortable silence between puncuated by the occasional sounds of the city and the shuffling of other people around you.

When you both fully exit out of the premises, you turn to look each other and exchange that same look.

"See you tomorrow?" You ask him with hopeful, apologetic eyes.

He gives a simple nod, offering you a faint smile. "Definitely."

Then the two of you trail in your usual opposite directions, and as you feel the cool air meet the skin of your hands, you stuff them inside the pockets of your hoodie.

But then you feel something brush against your fingers. Taking it out, you realise it's a folded up piece of paper.

And upon unfolding it, you read the words on the page:

get some good rest tn :) also shhhh i'm gonna tell you the spoiler....

i kinda like u :) XXX-XXX-XXXX

╱l (°ˎ。 7 |、 ~〵 じし ˍ ,)ノ - vern

It makes you freeze in your step, and when you spin around with a wide smile to hopefully catch sight of Vernon, you see that he wasn't anywhere to be found.

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[archangeldyke-all]

Ok, hear me out... Sevika×Stripclub owner

Imagine Sevika got dragged into going to the club with a couple of co-workers one night.

The music is bopping, the lights are moody yet energetic, and there are dancers everywhere. Cigars, snazzy drinks, glitz and glam, just the works. But the only person who caught her eye was the peeved owner talking numbers with an investor over at the bar.

I'm sorry if this is weird. Thank you!!!

gonna change this just a bit and make reader the club mom (basically the person who takes care of the strippers, provides dinner, supplies, makes sure nobody steals their cash while they're working, breaks up fights, helps them with hair/makeup etc. etc.) just because i know more about it than club owning-- i used to watch club mom vlogs lmaooo

men and minors dni

crystal comes running into the back room, a panicked look in her eye. you glance up from cherry's nails to look at her.

"what's goin' on crys?" you ask. crystal runs to her locker.

"silco and his crew just came in! i gotta put on something sexier... these fucks got big fuckin' money!" she explains as she strips out of her bikini top. you raise an eyebrow.

"oh yeah?" you ask, returning your focus to cherry's signature red nails.

"you got any nipple pasties for sale?" she asks. you nod and wave her over.

"blow on these for a sec." you say to cherry. she nods, holding her nails up to her mouth, and you grab your duffel bag, hoisting it up onto the table and rifling through it.

"got some bedazzled ones, a few hearts of different colors, then the normal black and flesh colored ones." you say.

"oooh, sparkles! and i can wear my glittery thong with 'em!" cherry says. you chuckle, pulling out a pair of matching pasties for her and handing them over. "thanks, mom, i'll pay you back tonight!" she says, running back to the mirrors lining the walls to put her new outfit on.

cherry snorts across from you. "what?" you ask her as you return to coating her nails.

"you got no fucking clue who silco is, do you?" she asks. you giggle and shrug.

"it's not my job to care about customers, it's my job to care about you guys." you say. "who is he?" you ask.

"some shimmer dealer. he's gay, he just comes to ogle the bouncers, but he's got a big crew who love the girls-- he brings 'em all in after successful raids and stuff. they're all big spenders. 'specially his number two." cherry explains. you curse as you accidentally get some polish on her skin, reaching for a cotton ball and some remover.

"who's his number two?" you ask as you fix your mistake. cherry reaches into your duffel to grab a piece of gum, and you glare at her. she winks at you.

"sevika." she says around a mouthful. "she's popular at babette's too." cherry says. you nod.

"well, your nails are all done-- ready for sevika." you say. cherry giggles.

"thanks mom." she says, kissing your cheek before she saunters out onto the floor.

you groan, stretching and working the kinks out of your neck before you leave the locker room to do a lap around the club.

it's much more lively than it was thirty minutes ago, and you can easily identify silco sitting at the bar, cringing as three of your girls try to flirt with him to get him to buy a dance. you chuckle, approaching star to whisper in her ear.

"easy on 'im, he doesn't swing your way." you murmur. star snorts, then giggles and repeats your message to candy and shelly.

you watch as they all chuckle awkwardly at silco and wave him goodbye, and he seems beyond relieved to watch them walk away, his gaze wandering over to look at jimmy standing behind the stage, glaring at the patrons who get a little too close to kelli where she swings on the pole. you chuckle, and continue your round.

"how's it goin' mom?" trinity asks from behind the bar. you shrug.

"pretty good, how's it goin' out here?" you ask. trinity sighs.

"silco's goons always drink us dry. good for tips, but i'm gonna be exhausted by the end of the night." she says. you hum.

"did you get some dinner?" you ask. trinity rolls her eyes at you, smiling.

"yes, mom." she says. you nod.

"good. come get me if you need a break, i can take over the bar for a few minutes if you need a second to yourself." you say. trinity smiles.

"thanks mom, love you!" she calls after you.

you chuckle and roll your eyes.

just as you're about to return to your perch in the locker rooms, a scuffle breaks out.

frosty and buttercup are fighting over patron, smacking and pulling at eachother's hair. you groan and run over to get between them, hooking an arm around buttercup's waist and pulling her away from frosty.

"this bitch was takin' my money, mom!" buttercup screams.

"i was not, i was here first!" frosty cries.

the woman on the chair between them holds up her hands in a placating gesture. "i got enough for both of you, relax!" she cries. she goes ignored as buttercup lunges at frosty again.

"she pulled my hair outta my head, and she broke two of my fuckin' nails, she owes me!"

"stupid bitch, we all know those are extensions!"

"oh my fucking god, shut up!" you cry.

the girls both stop yelling, huffing and puffing in anger. you take a second to clear your head, then look at the woman still sitting in the lounge chair beneath you. she looks shocked.

"who was here first?" you ask. she points at frosty. "did you buy a dance from her?" you ask.

"n-no ma'am." she says. you sigh.

"who'd you give money to?" the woman points at buttercup.

"and that bitch tried to steal it from me when i wasn't looking!"

"'cause you keep trying to steal my customers!" frosty cries.

you look at frosty and hold your palm out. "give it." you say.

frosty gasps. "mom, come on!" she cries.

"just give me the fuckin' money frosty." you plea. frosty rolls her eyes then pulls the folded bull from between her tits, smacking it in your open palm. you sigh. "thank you." you say. she just rolls her eyes and turns on her heel, stomping off to find a new customer. you turn to look at buttercup.

"you've gotta stop provoking her." you say. buttercup shrugs.

"she shouldn't've fucked my man." she says. you groan.

"you shouldn't've been with jimmy in the first fuckin' place! you know he's a slut!" you say. buttercup groans.

"am i gettin' my money or what?" she asks. you shake your head.

"no, fuck off. go find someone else." you say. buttercup scoffs and turns on her heel, storming in the opposite direction of frosty. you take a deep breath, then look at the woman sitting in front of you.

"here." you say, handing her her cash. she takes it, blinking up at you with wide eyes. "sorry about that. tell trinity at the bar there that mom says you get free drinks for the night. she'll take care of you." you say to the woman. she looks over her shoulder at the bar and then back at you.

"y-you're her mom?" she asks. you laugh.

"fuck no, shit, do i look that old?" you ask, looking down at yourself.

you're in your usual get up, a bedazzled black velour tracksuit one of the girls gifted you for your birthday and a club t-shirt beneath it. the woman in front of you chuckles and shakes her head.

"no, you look fuckin' amazing, i was gonna be shocked if you said yes. why do they call you mom?" she asks. you laugh.

"i'm the club mom. i take care of the girls, break up fights the bouncers are too scared to get between." you joke. the woman in front of you laughs.

"that makes more sense. i'm sevika." she says, reaching her hand out for you to take. you shake it.

"oooh, i've heard about you. big spender, huh?" you ask. sevika laughs and shrugs again.

"yeah, i... i've been trying to cut back a bit." she says. "thinkin' about settling down." you laugh.

"you're in the wrong place for that." you say. she laughs and nods. "well, have a good night." you say, waving over your shoulder as you walk back to the locker rooms.

trinity takes you up on your offer a few hours later, tapping out for fifteen minutes to lay down in the back while you mix up drinks for her behind the bar.

sevika comes to visit you as you work.

"single mom and a bartender, huh?" she asks. you roll you eyes and snort at her joke.

"what're you having?" you ask. she shrugs.

"whiskey, neat."

you quickly pour her a glass of whiskey from the top shelf. as you hand it to her she grins.

"top shelf, huh?" she asks. you shrug.

"it's an apology for my girls." you say. "hope tonight's scuffle won't affect your impression of the club."

"are you kidding? it was hot as fuck!" she says. you laugh.

"yeah, i guess it was a pretty good show for you huh? tits swinging in your face while they were throwing punches."

"no, fuck no, i wasn't talkin' about them, i was talkin' about you." sevika says. you freeze.

"me?" you ask. sevika grins.

"fuck yes. you jumped right between 'em-- even with their claws flyin'-- threw that one girl halfway across the club too."

you laugh. "i barely moved her a foot." you say. sevika shrugs.

"'m just sayin'. gotta break up a lotta fights at silco's bar, but i've never broken up a catfight. girls are scary when they get the claws out-- they don't fight like guys. they go straight for the weak spots-- hair, eyes, throats. best to leave 'em til they fizzle out. you didn't though. jumped right in-- broke it up in half a minute."

you scoff. "fuck off." you say, shaking your head. sevika smiles at you from across the bar.

"you don't believe me?"

"that you found me, the fully clothed woman, more attractive than the naked girls fighting for your attention? no, i don't." you say, laughing. sevika just smirks.

"i've had plenty of naked girls fighting for my attention." she says. you snort.

"i'm sure."

"never seen a girl with balls like yours, though." she says.

you consider her for a moment. she's grinning, a sparkle in her eye as she looks you up and down, biting her lip between her teeth.

trinity finds you to take over before you can do much more talking with sevika.

it's probably for the best. she's your type, sure, but you doubt she was serious about all that 'settle down' bullshit.

the night goes by relatively smoothly after that. there's a few broken nails you glue back together, a few wardrobe malfunctions, a couple of spats you have to break up, but nothing like buttercup and frosty's.

as you're helping the girls count and band their earnings for the night, cherry finds you again, sitting by your side, resting her head on your shoulder.

"what's wrong with you?" you ask.

"am i gettin' old?" she asks. you look over at her to scoff. cherry's barely a year younger than you.

"you better not be, because that means i'm gettin' old."

cherry laughs. "am i ugly? getting fat?" she asks. you gawk at her.

"fuck is goin' on with you?" you ask your redheaded friend. she shrugs.

"sevika barely looked at me tonight. i'm usually her favorite." she says.

"no shit, really? she didn't buy any dances from me tonight, either." star says from where she's changing into her sweats.

"you guys talkin' about sevika?" shelly asks as she enters the locker room. star nods. "my sister works at babette's. hasn't seen sevika in weeks. asked her about it tonight, she says she's cutting back."

"who sevika?" mandy asks. you all nod. "she didn't spend a fuckin' cent tonight. bitch."

the girls laugh, and you shake your head in faux admonishment.

by the time you're clocking out, you're exhausted. you groan as you step into the back alley, a joint between your lips, patting down your pockets in search for your lighter.

"there you are, mom." sevika says, shrouded in shadow.

you jump and whip around to glare at her. she chuckles. "sorry. need a light?" she offers. you sigh, leaning against the wall as sevika reaches forward and sparks her lighter at the end of your joint, before leaning against the wall beside you.

"you just lurk in alleys for fun?" you ask.

"nah. i asked one of the girls where i could find you after work. wanted to talk to you some more." she says. you chuckle.

"talk about what? how you spent the whole night loitering? not paying my girls?" you ask. sevika chuckles.

"i told you i was trying to cut back."

"why the fuck would you come to a strip club, then?" you ask. she groans.

"silco insists we all come. team bonding, or some shit." she says. you laugh.

"it's common courtesy to tip your favorite girls if you spend the night in the club, even if you didn't buy a dance." you say. she nods.

"i know." she says. "i was planning on it, but kinda got distracted." she says.

"with the fight?" you ask, cringing as you remember the way buttercup and frosty acted earlier in the evening.

"no, with you." she says. your eyes snap up to look at sevika. she shrugs. "you still don't believe me?"

"i-i dunno." you say. she laughs.

"i--" she sighs, looking away from you and rubbing the back of her neck. "fuck this is embarrassing." she mutters. you blink at her as she struggles for her words, and then pass her your joint. "fuck, thank you." she says sincerely as she takes a big hit. she exhales and passes it back to you, then looks at her feet. "i'm-- i had a near death experience a few months ago and it got me thinkin' about my life. i figured i should start-- i dunno, takin' shit more seriously, you know?" she asks. you blink and nod at her.

"sure." you say, nodding.

"so i started cutting back. 'm down to a cigarette a day. try to drink only on weekends. haven't been to babette's in a while. and tonight, i figured i'd let loose a bit-- indulge. it's fucking boring getting your shit together and living healthy and shit. i was really hoping to get wasted and stare at tits all night." she says. you chuckle.

"so why didn't you?" you ask.

sevika blinks at you, a sparkle in her eye. "i met you instead." she says. you raise a skeptical eyebrow at her.

"so?" you ask. she grins.

"so... you're not fuckin' boring at all, are you?" she asks. you laugh.

"i wrangle a buncha girls for a living because i wasn't hot enough to be a stripper myself." you say. sevika chuckles. "when nights are slow, i sit in the back and read. when i'm off work, i sleep and read. i'm boring as shit."

"and yet, for some reason, i wanted to talk to you more than i wanted to stare at tits and get blasted tonight." she says.

you bite your cheek, trying to hold back your smile. sevika grins at you.

"fuck off." you say. she chuckles.

"are you free tomorrow?" she asks. you blink at her.

"for what?"

"a date?" she asks. you blink again.

"you're... serious?" you ask. sevika laughs, reaching up to gently cup your cheek. your stomach flips.

"you're starting to get it." she says, smiling. you blink. "so?" she asks.

"i'm free." you say. sevika grins.

"cool." she says.

"c-cool." you say. sevika's eyes dart down to your lips, and you gulp.

"it would be weird if i tipped you, right?" she asks. you burst into laughter, and sevika's smile widens. "i mean, you were the girl that caught my eye tonight-- it's common courtesy to tip you, right?" she asks, chuckling. you snort, smacking her shoulder.

"fuck off!" you exclaim. sevika giggles.

"so that's a no?" she asks.

"no." you say, shaking your head. "don't tip me."

"hm." sevika pouts. "well... is there any other way i could show you how fucking attractive and alluring i find you before our date?" she asks, her voice husky and low, her eyes pinned to your lips. you stop laughing, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"fuck off." you whisper. sevika smiles, and you slowly, slowly lean forward, until your lips are a breath away from sevika's. she shivers.

"please." she whispers. you smile, and then close the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips against hers. she sighs against you, her free hand coming up to grab your waist, and you shudder, grabbing her shoulders in your hands as you deepen the kiss.

sevika groans against you, stepping closer to you, pinning you to the wall as she runs her tongue over your bottom lip. you gasp, and she hums, and the back door to the club slams open.

"mom, do you know where the extra baby wipes-- oh shit!" cherry exclaims.

sevika clears her throat as she steps away from you, and you roll your eyes.

"top shelf in the closet." you say. cherry giggles.

"shit, get it mom!" she exclaims. you sigh, and sevika chuckles. "oh, the girls are gonna love this! hey candy! guess what?" cherry calls over her shoulder as she turns to enter the club again, a giddy grin on her face.

you groan, rolling your eyes. sevika smiles at you.

"so... tomorrow? she asks.

you sigh, then nod. "tomorrow." you agree.

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[purityonice]

💚🎤VELVET X FEM! POPSTAR! EX! READER! 🎤💚

Requested? yeah :)

GUYS accidentally posted my draft for another VELVET X FEM! POPSTAR! READER! 😭 OOPS i was wondering why it wasn’t in my drafts…

(Y/N) used for popstar name or real name depends on which you would loike.

You let out a bone chilling screech as you watched your spot on the charts being taken over by Velvet and her brother. Your assistant cowered in fear as you shoved the tablet into her arms getting up and stomping around you studio.

"She can't even sing!? I know her better than ANYONE and she sounds horrible!" Gripping your hair kicking your dressing chair out of your way walking into the recording booth. Your assistant Satin looked at you confused as you placed your headphones on and fixing your mic.

"Uhh what are you doing?" Satin spoke up looking at you through the glass, rolling your eyes in annoyance tapping on the glass signaling that you couldn't hear her. "oh right. Pressing a button her voice coming through the speakers as she asked her question again.

"What does it look like Stain!? i'm going to make a another album so that EVERYONE and i mean EVERY knows who should be hitting number one on the charts!!” You groaned in frustration as Satin looked at you unimpressed.

“It’s Satin not Stain and you just released an album! How can you release another one? let alone you didn’t even write any songs, come back in here.” She deadpanned at your insane thought process as you knew that she was right. Spinning around in your chair as Satins voice spoke through the speakers.

“You also have that interview with Kid Ritz for the Bop On Top at 3:30, it’s currently 2:44 you should come back in so we can help you get prepared.” Jumping off of your chair and walking out of the recording booth. “FINE!” grumbling while you began to get pampered by your makeup crew.

It was now 3:25 and you have five minutes left to prepare yourself, A crew member powered your face as another held your cup while you sipped on it. Satin was behind you talking about your schedule.

“No that won’t work I want to have a chill sort of day can you rearrange it for me?” You were calm now after Satin managed to stop you from your fit earlier. Opening the door to the interview room your eyes widened as you saw your ex and her brother sitting chatting away. Snatching the cup from the crew members hand chugging the rest of it before throwing it into the bin making sure to be as obnoxious as possible. Satin looked just as bewildered as you as you turned to face her.

“Satin? I thought this was a SOLO interview?? ifitsasolointerviewthanwhyisSHEhere?” You stammered angerly waving your arms around. Satin stared at her scedule again scanning it frantically before stopping and showing it to you pointing.

“I don’t know?? I specifically put solo interview with Kid Ritz? and I was constantly informed it was going to be a solo interview?” She said scratching her head as Velvet’s voice spoke up from behind you.

“Oh my godd is that-“ She said sarcastically before hopping up from her seat and strutting towards your confused frame. “So nice to meet you again.” sugar laced sarcastism was forced in her voice as your heart began to race. Your back turned to her as you could feel her eyes boaring into your body. Quickly turning to face her not realising how close she was.

Your faces were practically a few inches away from eachother, You could hear the beat of your heart in your ears and the way she breathed as you felt your stomach begin ti flutter. Ignoring that feeling as you stared deeply into her eyes tilting your head to the side a smirk crawling onto your face.

“Wow really? I can see that since you manged to take my solo interview AND spot on the charts you leech.” You spat out as Vevets face dropped into a scowl her eyes darking as she took a step closer towards you.

“You know if you wanted me back so badly all you have to do is apologise instead of autotunneing the FUCK out of your voice to steal my spotlight just for me to notice you again.” You cackled out as Velvet was about to open her mouth to speak the director ushered us away towards the chairs as the show was about to start.

“HEY GUYS and welcome back to the Bop On Top and today we have Velvet and Veneer with only two months on the scene have surpassed everyone for the number one spot!” Ouch this hurt your ego seeing in your peripheral vision Velvet smirking as she made a fake shocked face before posing for the camrea with Veneer.

“But we ALSO have a starring guest joining these two on the stage today DRUM ROLL PLEASE.” You closed your eyes rolling them internally as the drum roll began to play getting your camrea smile ready. “(Y/N)!” Kid Ritz spoke excitedly as almost all of the cameras were now on you. A fake sweet smile was plastered on your face as you waved and blew kisses towards the camreas for the TV as you opened you mouth to speak.

“oh my gosh! thank you for inviting me on the air tonight Kid Ritz but I was just wondering… I thought this was going to be a solo interview?” You spoke trying your best not to chew him out right then and there. He didn’t even flinch before speaking about something involving the three most famous people on mount ragous.

Velvet spoke up crossing her legs and stretching out her arms laying them on the headrest of her seat. “I am quite upset about this too (Y/N) I didn’t want to make you feel bad on air due to me taking your number one spot on the charts.” Her voice was low and sarcastic as her face turned to you. Your eyebrow twitched as your gripped the sides of your chair shaking it off before playing it cool.

“Well I dont feel very threatened especially since your last live preformance.” You spat out venom as she gave you a disgusted look cocking your head to the side a small smirk on your face mouthing.

“Bite me.” Velvet stood up from her seat stomping infront of you placing her arms on each side of your chair her eyes peirced thought you as she leaned over you.

“Maybe I will? You’d like that wouldn’t you?” She said leaning close to your face feeling your face heat up. ‘God I miss her stupid pretty face’ you thought before Veneer let out a cough.

“We are live, you know?” We both stared unphased before she moved back to her seat her eyes ligering on me before she sat now next to her brother.

The interview went on like normal with me and Velvet going at eachothers throats for the majority of it but when it was our time to sing Velvet blasted out her voice. My eyes widened as she flipped her hair looking smug as I sat there in awe.

‘H-How?’ I thought, It felt like waves were coming off of her as she sang, her brother took the spotlight over when it was his turn.

Ignoring what Kid Ritz was saying as I side eyed Velvet licking my lips as I felt my throat run dry.

‘Maybe she did change?’

#trolls band together #trolls #velvet x female reader #velvet trolls #velvet #velvet x reader #velvet and veneer #trolls 3

[sloth-babied]

Stay the Night

Shuri x POC reader

Summary: You’ve been keeping it a secret that Shuri’s been your muse for a lot of your music. When you decide to show her a song you’ve been working on, she starts to piece together who you’ve been writing about.

or

Reader is a musician who stubbornly denies to one of the smartest people on Earth that she isn’t your muse.

Contains: Shy reader, tension, and angst if you really squint. No use of y/n.

Word count: 1.8k

Notes: No, I am not dead! Just burnt out, yk how it is. But I had motivation to write this, so I really hope yall enjoy! Not my best work, but it’s something. And sorry for not being active. 

(Also I recommend listening to The Internet while reading just bc that’s what I listened to, hence the title lol)

Shuri stares at you as you adjust the headphones on her head, hyper aware of the proximity between the two of you. She only nods when you ask if she’s comfortable before the heel of your palm rests on the desk. Your finger hovers over the computer keyboard, reluctant to press play.

“It’s just a draft, so you know, lower your expectations.”

“Just play the song,” she laughs lightly, very much aware that this was a first draft from the numerous times you told her before even handing her your headphones.

You murmur a quick and sheepish, “Okay,” and click the spacebar. Her shoulders bounce, entertained by your apprehensiveness.

You deeply inhale as your heart starts beating faster, in contrast to Shuri who simply bops her head gently to the rhythm, the ball of her foot tapping the wooden floor.

You rarely showed anyone your early drafts, either out of worry in case they disliked what they heard, or if their enjoyment would jinx your chances of actually finishing the track. Yeah, you can be a bit superstitious—that Shuri knows with all the wood-knocking you’ve done around her.

Which is why it was uncharacteristic of you to show Shuri your latest project. 

It presented itself as an impulsive, “You wanna hear this new song I’m working on?” and you couldn’t take it back when you were met with an enthusiastic ‘yes’.

Shuri’s brows furrow, the movement of her head much more exaggerated. 

“This is good!” She compliments you loudly, tapping on one side of the headphones. You shush her humorously, reminding her of your neighbors and the lack of soundproof foam on your walls. “Sorry,” she chuckles before whispering, “This is good,” again.

It’s mostly dark in the room, the only light source in the room coming from the computer screen. The light reflects on Shuri’s skin, her eyes closed when she isn’t occasionally stealing glances at the side of your face, curious about the words you’ve written; envious of who you’ve written it for, though she’s had hopeful suspicions.

Your eyes stay glued on the screen, too embarrassed to watch the person who was, unbeknownst to her, your muse. 

Truthfully, she had been the subject of many of your songs, released and unreleased, since you first fell in love with her. That was two years ago. Perhaps it was the exhaustion from the long day or the present time of night that made the idea of sharing your music more enticing. Or maybe, subconsciously, you had to tell her how you felt without actually telling her.

Shuri hums along to the chorus, naturally catching onto the melody and you scratch your cheek in an attempt to hide your smile. You feel giddy inside at the way her body reacts—just so in-sync like she always is with the rest of your music. 

Until the song hits the bridge. 

Through your peripheral vision, it’s hard to ignore Shuri’s head movement slowing down to a halt. You catch a proper glimpse of her, only for a second, and oh, no, her face has gone blank. You feel your chest heave and now your brain is spiraling, wondering what the hell is going on in hers.

Shuri looks off, really listening this time. She flicks another glance at you before the last chorus arrives. And when it ends, she removes the headphones at a pace that perturbs you a bit…a lot actually. You’re left uneasy when she holds your headphones on her lap. She hasn’t looked at you and she hasn’t said anything yet.

“I know it’s not great,” you scratch the back of your neck then steal the headphones from her, laying them on the desk. Aimlessly, you fumble with your laptop, laughing nervously to fill the silence. “It’s just a draft. I probably won’t even finish it.”

Shuri’s still not saying anything and, christ, is it bothering you. At this point you’d rather she say it’s downright bad instead of keeping you on edge like this. But eventually she speaks, and when you hear her say your name, you initially feel like you could breathe again because she finally said something. However, that only lasts for a second.

“Is this true?” 

Your finger freezes on the mouse. You turn your head in her direction but her gaze doesn’t meet yours. You’re unsure what to say.

“What you wrote…is it true?” 

She takes the mouse from you, the feel of her hand leaving tingles on your skin. She clicks back to the beginning of the bridge before removing the headphone jack. Your voice plays on the speaker and suddenly you’re too stunned to remind her of your neighbors.

What exactly did you write? Nothing specific, or so you thought.

Then she pauses the song, an audible click coming from the spacebar, anticipatedly eyeing you. 

You shrug as an attempt to seem oblivious. (One might call it ‘gaslighting’.) 

“I write little stories for my songs,” you try to play it off. “I mean, I guess some are real, but most of ‘em aren’t, you know?” 

“You wrote about our time at the beach.” She states plainly, leaning back against her chair. She’s referring you to the secret beach you snuck her into in your hometown—a beach only so many people know of.

You glance at the notification-free lock screen of your phone on the desk; another excuse not to look her in the eye. “I take inspiration from shit in my own life.”

“And in your last album you wrote about the time we went on that hike together.” She adds. Yikes, you were hoping she wouldn’t notice that. 

“We’re lost in the woods,

I’m lost in your eyes.”

Damn your corny attempts at being poetic. You nearly cringe recalling the moment you wrote that. 

A year ago you went hiking with Shuri, and you insisted that you didn’t need any technology to navigate your way back home. You figured you’d walk back down the trail you walked up on, until you kept passing the same tree over and over again. Shuri laughed at you the entire time, comforted by the fact that she brought her Kimoyo bead bracelet with her, as you slowly started to freak out despite your refusal to admit you were wrong and maybe a map could’ve been useful.

“I hike all the time.” No, you don’t.

“No, you don’t,” Shuri shakes her head, one side of her lips tilting upwards. She leans forward and grabs the apron of your chair between your legs, rolling you closer to her until her knee hits the edge of your seat and your thighs loosely puzzle together. 

The light from the bright red motel sign across the street peaks through each horizontal slit of the blind curtain, and the cool night breeze outside lightly blows through the half-open window, lifting the curtain only a little, red occasionally sneaking under the bottom hem of the window covering. 

With the wind entering, the room should feel cool. It’s supposed to be. Yet your cheeks flush and the heat centered around your face tempts you to remove your hoodie because it’s easier to blame a jacket than the girl who’s figured you out.

You reattach your hand back on the mouse, unsure what you’d even do with it, but Shuri’s hand covers yours, your moist palm now stagnant on the object. 

“You released a single the year we met,” she says, her voice quieter than before but louder than a whisper. She doesn’t explain further. You remember the party two years ago and you know exactly what you wrote. Who are you to fool one of the most brilliant minds on the planet?

The computer screen dims, allowing you to notice the red illuminating on the back of her hand. You see red highlight the outline of her body and she stares at the red on the edge of your face. Then she looks at your eyes, your lips, then your eyes once again. Shuri slides her palm up to your elbow, her grip neither tight nor loose. 

“What are you so afraid of?” asks Shuri. 

You had spent so much of your romantic life dejected. Countless dating apps resulting in crappy dates. Or worse: friendships. Too many “The more I get to know you, the more I get friendly vibes from you”. Too many “Honestly, I don’t think I’m ready for this,” when really they realized they actually didn’t like you. Then when you knew someone in your own life who you liked romantically, the feeling—more often than not—wasn’t mutual. 

Best case scenario, you remain friends but things are only just a little awkward. Worst case scenario, they insist that things are okay then gradually ghost you. 

At this point, you were ready to give up.

“I don’t wanna…” you trail off.

She leans closer and whispers, “What?”

You stare off at anything that isn’t her. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

She leans down and tilts her face up, forcing your eyes to meet hers. She raises her brows. “Because…?”

You tuck your chin and your brows quirk. “Because?”

“I want you to tell me why you’re afraid of losing me,” she places her other hand on your armrest, trapping you, and you start stammering. “Since you do it so well in your songs.”

You can’t get anything out, though she doesn’t look away. You feel stuck, considering the numerous things you could tell her. Alternatively, you sigh. Fuck it. 

“I think I’ve told you enough,” you inhale, cupping one hand on her jaw and the other on the back of her neck before you firmly kiss her. Shuri lets out a muffled noise before reciprocating. 

And you both think, Finally.

Her body starts to sway backwards as you press against her, however she pushes you back against your chair. Her hands grab the sides of your face—one hand under your hood and the other over—refusing to let go now that she’s on her feet. Her upper body bends down just so her lips can live on yours, and a chuckle escapes both of you when your chair rolls backwards, almost hitting the wall behind you.

Admittedly, you enjoy sitting as she envelops your lips, but you decide to stand. Your hands slide down to her waist as you slowly walk her backwards until her legs meet the edge of your bed and she ends up landing on her bottom with her elbows supporting her weight as she gazes up at you, several red horizontal lines covering her body.

God, you can’t believe this is happening. You can’t believe Shuri wants you as much as you want her. Everything feels…unreal. Dream-like.

“Come here,” she pulls your wrist and you land on top of her. The bed bounces beneath you as her hand slithers up to your neck, drawing you in for a chaste kiss. She catches you in your thoughts. “You okay?” Is this okay? 

You nod, still admiring her below you. You whisper, “I didn’t think you’d…pay attention. To what I wrote. I didn’t know you were listening like that.”

Shuri caresses your neck with her thumb. She takes note of the neon blue light illuminating half of your face from a bar sign also across the street, below the motel sign. 

She kisses your cheek, your chin, then your lips once again. “I’ll always listen to you.”

#shuri x reader #shuri fanfiction #poc reader #shuri x poc reader #shuri udaku #reader is a musician #afab reader #masc reader #black panther: wakanda forever

[auspicioustidings]

Satin and Lace

Summary: You have been abducted by pirates under the command of Captain Philip Graves.

Word Count: 2.4k

CW: None I don't think other than this being a complete crackfic AU

Captain Graves winked at you after making some lewd comment on the swordplay of his crew and it made you huff and point your nose up. It was like you had learned nothing in the last 3 weeks on this ship because immediately boisterous laughter rose up at your attitude. 

"Apologies darlin', forgot we were in the presence of such an esteemed lady" Graves purred.

You found the man insufferable. When you first met he had swept you out of your manor and onto his ship and you had been scared of him. Now? You don't know if the feeling really held. It was clear that his crew loved him and he loved them. He took time out of his day to teach the cabin boys proper sword form, would help in the galley when the sea was calm and it was decided there would be a 'family dinner' with all the crew getting double rations, gave any crew member that came within reach a loving bop on the shoulder or head which they always smiled at. 

So you wouldn't say you were scared of the man as such, if anything you wished he would do something to be more, well, pirate-y. Since stealing you away in the night neither he nor any of his crew had laid a finger on you. They would try to include you in banter sometimes, only laugh when you haughtily refused. But the laughter didn't feel mean. It made some twisted part of you comfortable, like you were being welcomed in to this crew. And that just would not do. 

Pirates were not to be befriended and a lady of your breeding could not simply roll over and let them charm you like this. It was such a temptation though. You hated your life in general, parents both dead, fortune and cold, empty manor left to their only child. There was immense pressure coming from every corner to marry, but the thought of letting some man only after your title and fortune stamp his last name on you before climbing inside your skin made you nauseous. It got worse with every caller, each of them thinking you stupider and weaker than the last. 

You knew you had garnered somewhat of a reputation now. The nickname whispered around the social circles had made you see red the first time you had heard it, but you had kept composure as always. 'The Unplucked Rose'. Reduced to a beautiful thing to be picked by those vultures, tittering away about how your thorns were only for show but your petals would surely be soft and delicate for any man to touch. The worst part of the whole thing was that they said it as a compliment, as if being beautiful for men was the greatest thing you could ever aspire to be. As if wilting with age before being plucked would be some tragedy. 

Here though? On this ship? Not one of the Shadow crew had ever made you feel the way high society had. They viewed your carefully composed airs and graces with humour, as if it was easy for them to see right through you to your heart that yearned to be able to relax for once, not always be poised. 

You had thought to be difficult for the Captain when you first set foot on the ship, demanding the best cabin if they were going to abduct you. He had only affirmed that of course you would get the best of everything and given you his cabin, provided ample dresses, made sure him and Oz always served you the best food the galley could provide. You thought that meant he would sleep with you, but he moved his sleeping arrangements to be with his men. It was confusing everything you knew about pirates.

Maybe you could relax, just a little. Nothing world shattering, but would it be so terrible to try and at least enjoy what you could of captivity? You weren't even sure how long you would be here or where they were taking you, this could all end tomorrow and then wouldn't you feel silly for choosing to be miserable the whole time?

"Oh I don't know Captain, with the way Oz and Lerch are holding those swords it seems you have always had a number of ladies on this ship."

The look that Graves gave you was as close to sin as you had ever seen. The slow smile at finally catching sight of you, the real you, not the creature of satin and lace that you constantly had to hide under, made butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

"Kitten finally gets her claws out!" Oz laughed and when you looked over you saw he had changed too. He was clearly delighted with this little surrender on your part, coming over to ruffle your hair. 

You immediately started to smack his hand away, ending up in somewhat of a play fight as he continued to try and ruffle. 

"Watch out, they say that cats hiss before they attack" Lerch laughed, making colour rise to your cheeks at the realisation you were practically hissing at the the First Mate. Then you were laughing too. God, you were laughing and it felt wonderful.

You were sure that you forgot how to breathe when a steady hand landed on your waist, pulling you gently away from Oz. Graves was so close to you now, smiling easily as if holding you like this wasn't absolutely scandalous in your eyes. God, you were not even allowed alone in the same room as a man never mind having one close enough that you could smell the gunpowder off of his skin. 

"Now now, leave our little lady be. Not her fault she's got eyes enough to see how bad y'all are with swordplay."

The others laughed and the Captain escorted you back to your quarters, crooking a finger under your chin to tilt your head to him.

"You be careful darlin' or I'm liable to do something foolish" he whispered, his voice booth husky and somehow smooth in your ears.

When his thumb brushed your bottom lip you found yourself wide eyed and leaning towards him. He smiled at you. He smiled at you and not that creature of satin and lace. When was the last time you had felt seen by anyone? This pirate was going to kiss you and oh how you yearned for it. 

But he only firmly pressed his thumb and finger to make your head tilt back down and pressed his lips to your forehead before fixing your hair, hand eventually settling to caress the side of your face.

"Your to be husband would have my head if he knew how I felt about you" he said with a wry smile, "if he knew I got to hear that beautiful laugh of yours. Got to know how you like the colour blue because it reminds you of the sea, how I could tell because you always pick the blue dresses when it's storming outside and you can't go on deck and look out. Think he'd not be inclined to forgive me seeing that pretty blush of yours when we're hauling ropes and you think we ain't looking. The pretty blush you have now."

You were entirely certain your heartbeat must be visible now with how it thumped against your ribcage like a wild bird thrashing to get out. 

"Husband?" you asked, voice barely a breath at this point. 

Graves' smile took on some taste of melancholy you did not care for at all as his hand dropped from your cheek before he took a step back.

"Rightfully should have been with him a week or more ago, but seems my Shadows have been coming up with all sorts of ways to delay the voyage. Galley saying they need provisions, bosun telling me we need maintenance, First Mate insisting we go around the weather. You'll get to meet him in two days if the weather holds. He heard about you, apparently you are all anyone talks about on land. Don't look so scared darlin', he's not a bad man. Worked with him for a time actually, back before I was a Captain. He traded in a life of piracy for something more legitimate, practically owns the whole island we're dropping you off at."

You knew that tears were threatening to spill from your eyes and you hated it. You wanted to scream and rage. This was why you had been on this ship for 3 weeks? Someone had bought you, paid Graves to pick you up and deliver you.  Composure, always composure. You shut the door, he would not see you cry.

--

You knew that cannons were supposed to be loud, but this was deafening. You were aware something was happening from the ringing of the bell and the fact that Velikan had thrown open the door to the cabin to make sure you were inside and then promptly locked himself in with you, standing ready by the door with his sword. You had always found the man in the demon mask fascinating, he didn't talk but he had carved a little bird and given it to you during your first week on the ship. Right now he was terrifying. 

He wouldn't even acknowledge you when you tried to ask what was going on, and then the cannon fire had started and you were thrown out of the bed. The wooden floor was not kind to you and you knew you would have bruises if you made it out of this alive. A short bark of laughter erupted from you at the thought that you may die in the bedroom of a pirate Captain in nothing but your night gown.

When another blow rocked the ship the noise suddenly intensified and you felt your stomach lurch as gravity fell away. There was envelopment in a deep cold, your name being screamed, and then nothing.

--

"Jesus bonnie, gave us a right fright! There ye are, yer ok."

You didn't feel ok, you felt like you were about to hack up a lung. When you shot up to do so you smashed into the head of the man that was leaning over you, him giving a short howl of pain before sitting back and laughing. You didn't have your wits fully about you to try and figure out what was going on, the only thing you could do was have a massive coughing fit, eased somewhat by a warm hand rubbing your back. 

"Hey it's ok. You're safe. My name is Kyle Garrick, I'm Royal Navy. And don't worry about Soap over there, most of the girls he kisses head butt him" said the man rubbing at your back. Soap had added a 'sort of, not really' after he had said Royal Navy. 

Looking around the deck of the new ship you were now on they at least did look more like officers and less like pirates if you ignored the one in a full one skull mask. You found it didn't really scare you having gotten used to men in masks over the past few weeks.

As Kyle sat you up he draped a blanket around you which you politely thanked him for through chattering teeth. Oh if only high society could see you now, night gown soaked through and clinging to your skin in a way that hid nothing.

"Captain Price" said a handsome man, going to a knee and shaking your hand with a steady smile that felt comforting. He was older than you, but young to be a Captain you thought. Then again, so was Graves. "You've had quite the ordeal. Given where the Shadows were heading, we think they were taking you to Kortac. It's an island about a days sail from here, but you don't have to worry. We'll get you home."

When the Captain went to stand you felt a sudden rush of something. A dam breaking. You leapt after him, grabbing his arm as tightly as you could. 

"I don't want to go home" you cried. After that you couldn't stop the tears, couldn't do anything about the words spilling out. You hated home. You wanted to stay on the sea where people saw you as more than what you had to pretend to be. You could not go back and attend parties and laugh politely when the insidious gossips made suggestions about what you may have experienced on a pirate ship. You thought you might die if the assumption that you were impure by their standards emboldened men to touch you without your permission. You wanted to be able to laugh again.

But you knew it was a lost battle. They said they were Royal Navy, they were hardly going to do anything but take you back to your manor. For what felt like hours the only sounds were the gentle lapping of the waves, the creaking of the ship and your sobs.

"The only people who know she's here are us, the Shadows and once they tell him König" said the man with the skull mask.

"Aye. The big man'll come for her. And I saw Phil's face when she went in the water, he'll come for her too. If it hadnae been me diving in there and pulling her onboard think he wouldnae have ran. He'd have stayed and fought even if it meant losing his ship and everyone on it."

You held the blanket tight around you, still on your knees and looking at the four men on the deck above you trying to figure out what they were suggesting. The Captain looked at you with a furrowed brow, some emotion you couldn't pinpoint passing over his face before he nodded and then looked to the skull mask man, the two of them walking off into the ship. 

You were confused as Kyle helped you to your feet with a grin.

"You'll need to wear some of my clothes until we can stop at a port and get you something better" he said.

"And dinae worry, we'll teach ye swordplay. That way when König and Graves come, ye can show them a thing or two" Soap added with a grin of his own.

When it hit you that you were staying you couldn't help but throw yourself at them in a tight embrace. Time to find out who the real you was.

#cod #cod au #fanfic #phillip graves x reader #graves x reader #pirate au #mhairiwrites

[impossiblescissorspeachpaper]

Junior Spymaster

Azriel Week Day One: spymaster

Fluff. 1.2k words.

Azriel fought the smile that was threatening to curl his lips as he lay in bed, perfectly still, feigning sleep. The footsteps shuffling across the floorboards of his bedroom were short, hurried, a little too excited. The soft drag of fabric across the hardwood followed the footsteps like a shadow, and from the dim light he could sense shining behind his closed eyelids, he could tell that it was still early dawn.

Very early. The sun was most likely only just peeking over the horizon.

The footsteps halted at his bedside, and a stifled giggle was promptly muffled by a blanket that was surely being pressed across the bedroom creeper’s lips. Azriel braced his abdominals for what he knew was to come, just as he knew his daughters’ knees were bending, readying herself to push off the ground as she fluttered her little wings and landed feet first on his stomach, her bottom following soon after.

Umph! He heard the little puff of her breath leave her as she landed on his stomach, shuffling to straddle his torso. She was still working on her crash landings, or rather, learning how to try to avoid them.

“Wake up daddy! I got you!” Rune squealed, her little fingers poked at his face, giggling as she did so. The sound of her tinkling laughter filled his heart with unbridled joy. He never thought he’d be the reason for a youngling’s happiness.

Azriel made a display of acting surprised, exclaiming theatrically “Rue! You got me good today, baby.”

Rune giggled and wrapped her little arms around his neck, stretching herself over her father’s chest, pulling her blanket up with her. A broad hand came up to rest on her back, stroking her long, unruly mane. So much like his own but softer, finer in the delicate way only a child’s hair can be. He breathed in her honey and morning dew scent.

“I’m a good sneaker, you know.”

Azriel smiled down at his four-year-old. Her little feet were planted either side of his waist as she rested her chin on a fist, her elbows digging into his chest.

Azriel arched an eyebrow, regarding his daughter. “A sneaker? Or a spy?”

“Oh, a spy!” she corrected.  “I’m gonna be Spymaster for Nyxie when we’re all grown up. Just like you and Uncle Rhysie.”

Azriel chuckled, “Oh really?”

She nodded matter of factly. “Ahuh! I’m good at finding secrets.”

He snorted, knowing very well how much of a snoop Rune was. He barely had a spare second with her mother alone.

“I know you are. But you see, what you also must understand is that you have to be good at keeping secrets, too.”

Azriel gave her a smirk as he bopped her on the nose pointedly. It was only just last week that Rune had announced to his brothers at family dinner that mama and daddy were doing yoga in bed again when Rhys had been ribbing Azriel about missing morning training sessions for three consecutive days. Cassian had looked like he was about to combust from laughter.

“I can keep ‘em!” Her bright eyes gazed back into his, the perfect portrait of righteous indignation painted across her features. She looked so much like him, big hazel eyes, raven black hair and golden-brown skin, thankfully still smooth and mostly unblemished. The only thing marring her perfect skin were the regular knicks and grazes a happy child would encounter. But her temperament, her way with people and her kindness, that was all her mother.

“Oh really? Didn’t you tell me just yesterday at bedtime that Benedict has been sneaking mama’s cookies from the kitchen?”

Rune blushed, fiddling with her blanket between her hands, her mind working to form a rebuttal to her father’s accusation.

“Yeah but… I’m just being a good spy for you daddy! You still the master now, so I tell you all the secrets. But when I’m the master, you gotta tell me when Beny steals the cookies!”

“Well in that case I guess you were just being a loyal subject then, is that right? It had nothing to do with tattling on your brother.”

“Yep! Mama said that the master is nothing without the network, daddy.” She waved her arms about as she spoke and that combined with the stern look on her little face had Azriel grimacing to contain his amusement.

“That’s very true, Rue. Mama is very smart; the Master is nothing without his network. That is why you have to all work together to protect the ones you love and the ones that trust you to protect them.”

Rune nodded solemnly; glimpses of such wisdom shown beyond her years already.

“Is that why you’re Spymaster daddy? So you can protect mama and Beny and me?”

Azriel smiled at his daughter. A whisper of sadness at the edge of his mind as he thought about the solitary reason he had been employed as Spymaster by Rhys’ cruel father centuries ago.

Shadowsinger.

So rare, so coveted.

It was no secret that his shadows could infiltrate almost any court, any kingdom. The edge his affinity over the shadows provided him, and therefore the court that he served.

Rune had always been fascinated with his vein of work. Enamoured with everything investigative and the gathering of intelligence. He wouldn’t tell his daughter today the full scope of what being Spymaster meant. He wouldn’t tell her that the pools of their enemies’ blood stained into the skin of his hands are never fully washed away. He wouldn’t expose her yet to the methods employed to gain access to vital information required to protect his family, his court and its citizens. He wouldn’t yet share with her the mental and physical lengths it takes to reel yourself back from the pit of wickedness you slip into in order to protect the fragile walls of your mind, so you do not lose yourself to the infinite realm of darkness and despair as you spiral.

No, he wouldn’t share all that with her today.

How the feared Spymaster and Shadowsinger of the Night Court had found himself with the most beautiful female he had ever known remained a mystery even to himself. Of all his proficiency in uncovering the truth, he still had no idea how a female as kind and warm as her loved his jagged and twisted soul so fiercely. And to bestow him with two children that not only loved and worshipped him, seeing not fearsome warrior, but just saw…daddy. Saw their protector, their play mate, their teacher and friend.

“That’s right baby, I do it all to protect you and mama and Beny. And before I had all of you in my life I did it all for Uncle Rhys and Uncle Cass.”

He wrapped a large hand around her head, threading his fingers gently in her soft hair and pulled her back onto his chest, pressing a kiss atop her head as she snuggled into his embrace. A small fist came to rub at her nose, her other hand still clutching her blanket.

“Mama is making pancakes,” she murmured into his chest, seemingly done with their previous conversation.

Azriel laughed. The attention spans of four-year-olds never failed to entertain him. This kid may have had his eyes and fierce loyalty, but she had Cassian’s appetite.

Rising swiftly out of bed, still clutching Rune in his arms, he exclaimed, “Well then, let’s go get pancakes!”

*******

@azrielshadowsingerweek

tagging: @offtorivendell​ @fawnandshadows​ @the-laughing-bubble​ @swankii-art-teacher​ @pagemasters​ @tswaney17​ @sakurakittypeach​ @thefangirlofhp​ @wingedblooms​

#azrielweek2022 #day one: spymaster #azriel #daddy!azriel #t writes #azriel shadowsinger #acotar #acotar fanfiction #drabble #junior spymaster #azriel fluff #azrielshadowsingerweek2022

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic september 9 — carry — 1.6k words — mentions of sex at the end of the chapter! kinda nsfw

or; in which Regulus has a tense neck and James is so, so helpful <3

Regulus has, frankly, had enough of carrying children around for the next three of his lifetimes.

Ron has busted his knee open on the gravel outside while playing catch and is now crying? Regulus is cradling him close as he whisks back inside and playing doctor as he gets the gentle disinfectant and band-aids. Neville had a little pee accident? Regulus is carrying him to the bathrooms with outstretched arms for a change of clothes. Harry is getting into a fight with another kid over a toy situation involving being mean to Hermoine? Regulus has to swoop down and take him to the quiet room to calm him down and then talk about voicing one’s feelings or getting the help of an adult.

The frown gradually eases off his little forehead behind his round glasses as he listens to Regulus, sniffling occasionally. He has a spiderman themed patch over his left eye that Regulus finds mortifyingly adorable.

Honestly, Regulus would have quit long ago if it wasn’t for how easily these little stinkers have weaseled their ways into his heart.

Regulus is 23 and his back is a tragedy.

His joints bop and creak and the muscles in his neck are stiffer than cement at his point.

Being bent over the low desks in the tiny chairs to help the kids arts and craft the decoration for this Friday’s Halloween party is not doing him any favors either.

“Stan Lee called, he wants his wall-crawling, web-shooting superhero back!” a warm voice comes from the door to their group’s room.

Well, Regulus supposes there might be one or two more reasons besides the kids he likes his job for.

Harry groans next to him without looking up, vaguely wagging his arm in James’ direction, “Noo, daddy, I can’t go yet. I need to finish my snow owl!”

Regulus finally lets himself look up from his seat to catch James crossing his arms and leaning into the doorframe. He’s in a crimson cable knit sweater over a crisp white button down and dark gray slacks that fit inappropriately snug in all the right places.

James nods solemnly, “Right, right, because the other five snow owls taped to your bedroom window need one more for company or they’ll be lonely, huh?”

Harry sighs exasperatedly, “This one’s not coming home with us.”

James raises an eyebrow at Regulus in question, badly concealing his grin.

“These are for the party on Friday,” Regulus supplies helpfully, quickly swiping the glue from Ron before he sticks it in his mouth the fourth time today. Lily was the one to sign herself up for bringing Harry as well as brownies and lemonade so Regulus isn’t too surprised it wasn’t at the front of James’ mind.

This one shoots up then, “Oh, fu—n,” gawking at his own slip-up.

Regulus levels him with an unimpressed stare, lips twitching.

James drives his fingers through his chaotic curls, “Yeah, funny thing, I actually meant to talk to you about it, Regulus.”

A gentle shiver tingles it’s way up Regulus’ spine, “It’s Mr. Black.”

James makes a face that says obviously, “I know, love,” licks his lips to conceal the cheeky smile threatening to spill. Regulus wants to hit him. “Lily actually had something come up, and I was able to postpone a meeting so now I’m the one bringing Harry and staying for the buffet.”

Oh.

“Oh,” Regulus’ jaw might drop a bit.

James hums happily and then steals a pen out of the little basket on the table next the door, “Unfortunately I’m no good with brownies, I do however make the best fruit sticks covered in chocolate— so,” points the pen at Regulus with a grin, “Where do i sign?”

Regulus ducks his head against the flush crawling up his cheeks as he stands up, “Um— I’ll get the list.”

“Oh, no worries, Regulus,” his colleague Dorcas leers from across the table, “I’ve got the gremlins managed. I think James would be happy to head upstairs with you and while you’re at it,” Regulus already knows what’s coming as Dorcas’ smile turns overly sweet, “I’m sure he could give you a hand with my new desk chair with those big muscles of his.”

Regulus looks over at James, “You don’t have t—”

“Lead the way,” James says with a wink.

James carries the oversized carton up the stairs without breaking a fucking sweat while Regulus had taken one look at it, nudged it with a knee to see how heavy it was and then told Dorcas not a chance in hell.

Because, as established, his back is a tragedy and all that.

It’s twinging now too as he takes the thick binder out of the cabinet and drops it on top with a thunk.

Regulus tilts his neck and lets his upper spine crack with a grunt, does the same on the other side while he flicks through the papers.

James looks at him with an unnaturally blank expression when he asks, “You okay?”

Regulus rolls his shoulders to ease the tension, making a non-comical noise.

“Well, it’s no surprise you have some back pain working with children.”

Regulus chuckles humorlessly, flicking a glance James’ way, “What are you, a physio-therapist?”

“Oh,” a smug chuckle that has Regulus turning warily, “Close enough.”

Regulus crosses his arms in front of his chest and waits for him to elaborate.

James cocks his head, mimics his stance and waits him out patiently.

Regulus has half the mind to kick him.

Asks, with an eyeroll that’s nearly painful, “Well, what’s your occupation?”

“I’m a chiropractor.”

“Oh, you’re kidding.”

“Am not, today might just be your lucky day.”

Regulus considers that for a moment.

He could easily shrug it off as a joke. Roll his eyes once more, hand James the damn list to jot down his name and stupid, sexy chocolate covered grapes and strawberries and god knows what else and then kick him the fuck out and back down to collect Harry and have him on his merry way.

He could do that.

Should, probably.

It’s just that his neck really fucking aches and it’s even gotton to the point of disturbing his sleep the past few days.

Regulus sighs, “I don’t have any cash on me right now.”

James snorts, “I didn’t expect you to pay me, love.”

Regulus worries his bottom lip between his teeth for another moment.

“C’mon you look stiff as a board,” James nods his chin at him and Regulus turns dutifully but not without another eyeroll.

James steps closer and immediately draws his left palm up over his back, thumb tracking his spine. “I’m warning you though, these babies have it in them,” digs the pads of his strong fingers into Regulus’ shoulders for enunciation.

Regulus blames what comes out of his mouth next on the mind boggling spice of James’ cologne, “I’m good with hard.”

The hands twitch against Regulus for a moment and he hears a noise that sounds like James is running his tongue along his teeth behind his lips.

Voice husky and breath tickling Regulus’ dark curls, “Alright,” a hand running down Regulus’ spine as a thumb digs into a pressure point in his neck, “Good to know.”

James seems to mostly palpate the hotspots of Regulus cramped muscles and the places of where joints would have to be realigned.

Body heat warm from behind and palms thorough as he kneads Regulus’ hard muscles and puts pressure along where he scans for more issues.

When he circles back to his neck and uses both his hands on one side Regulus can’t help but groan, shivering involuntary.

James makes a small cooing noise, “Yeah, I know, I’m sorry, I'm sorry.”

Regulus pants a breath, shakes his head feebly, “Mm, you’re good.”

“This doesn’t look too good, love,” James voice rumbles, closer to Regulus’ ear now.

Regulus hisses at the sting when James releases the muscle and goes over to the other side. His mouth drops open and he whines too loudly when James picks back up with his administrations.

“Regulus,” if he was less caught up the unforgiving press of his fingers Regulus maybe would have noticed how strangled James sounded.

He works him dutifully through the other side and then slides his palms past Regulus’ shoulder blades and rests them at the dip of his back for a lingering second before gently squeezing at his waist.

Prompts Regulus into turning around and coming to face the other man again.

His lips look a bit redder than Regulus remembers.

“Well, that’s all I can do for now without my office massage table,” James rubs at the back of his neck sheepishly.

Regulus rolls his shoulders out and notes with satisfaction how much looser he feels already, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, love,” James replies with a smile so warm Regulus melts a bit around the edges.

He feels embarrassingly gooey.

James ends up filling out the sheet and then leaving with Harry five minutes later.

When he shows up Friday noon he’s clad in ridiculously tight pants again and a ridiculously orange pumpkin jumper. Also cat ears for some reason.

Lily is able to join for a few minutes at the end, watching Harry perform the trick or treating song they had the kids learn and then taking him home.

James ends up staying to help clean up.

He feeds Regulus one of the last chocolate covered fruit sticks—grape, strawberry and blueberries, honey melon and peaches.

Regulus ends up blowing James for it, turning him into a groaning, whimpering mess as he sucks his heavy cock into the back of his throat and James retaliates by realigning his spine in a very non-chiropractor way.

They crush the rest of Molly’s blueberry muffins while they’re at it.

#god im so tired #wrote the last bit barely conscious #suddenly they were fucking? #lol #gnight guys<3 #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter #lune’s tiny fic

[dreamersbcll]

writer tara tries to brute force through writers block and always gives herself a headache. sam will catch her squinting at her laptop screen, scowling and growling. she picks her sister up and enforces mandatory cuddle time and runs her fingers through her hair.

“Soldier & The Poet”

(how could i not)

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It’s been three hours, and Tara hasn't moved from that damn computer. In three hours, Sam had cleaned the kitchen, washed their bed sheets, cleaned their bathtub, and ordered Thai for dinner.

And Tara was still staring at her laptop screen, her eyes glazed over.

Now Sam knew better than to slam the computer shut, as they had gotten into many fights over lost writings and deleted files. She also knew that Tara was agonizing over her final story for her poetry class, a credit that would push her toward an early graduation. Sam wasn’t an idiot. She had to do this carefully.

When Tara got into the zone, she wouldn’t move for hours. She won’t eat, sleep, or even breathe until her vision is on the paper. It drove Sam fucking crazy.

As the clock ticked into hour four, she shook her head. This needed to end now.

She made her way over to the kitchen table, sneaking up behind Tara, and quickly snaked her arms around Tara's middle and scooped up and out of the chair.

Tara, freshly twenty-one, was still no more prominent than she was at age thirteen. She fought well, but Sam had the height and strength advantage. After a few moments of yelling at Sam to put her down, you asshole, she finally gave up squirming, just staring up at Sam, arms crossed in displeasure. Sam grinned as Tra jutted her lip out in feeble disapproval.

“Sammy. I’m almost done with my story. Put me down!”

Sam just shook her head with glee, carrying Tara towards the couch. “Nope, Hemingway. We’re gonna cuddle. I’m tired, and you owe me after your writing marathon!” she sang, dumping Tara onto the couch.

Her little sister hit the cushions with an oof, smiling despite the frown on her head. Scooting herself over so Sam could hold her, and she motioned for her big sister to join her. Sam slumped down next to her, positioning herself to face Tara.

The two sisters were nose-to-nose, one smiling, the other still slightly grumpy.

“You know, you could’ve just told me to stop,” Tara mocked, rolling her eyes in good fun.

Sam rolled her eyes right back, bopping Tara on the nose. “Like that would work. You’re over there, writing the great American novel while I sit all alone—poor me. So alone and abandoned,” she glumly said, feigning sorrow.

Tara rolled her eyes and smiled. “It’s my final project loser. And like you’d tell me to stop. You’re my, what were the words? Oh yeah, my biggest cheerleader,” she teased.

Shrugging, Sam pulled Tara into her chest, relishing how Tara sighed as she snuggled in. The two sat like that for a minute, soaking in the warmth of each other.

Finally, Tara broke the silence.

“I’m writing about us. It’s called The Soldier and The Poet. My brave knight protects the poet, who brings them fortune and fame in exchange for their loyalty and love,” she whispered into Sam’s chest.

Sam just hummed, holding her girl closer. She knew that already. She was reading Tara's work as she stood behind her. But it was nice to hear Tara say it out loud.

“Tell me about them, please,” she murmured, planting kisses into Tara’s hair.

She could feel Tara shiver against her chest, squeezing Sam tightly. Tara loved telling others about her work, but she loved telling Sam the most. The two had their own world alone, where they could exist. And both loved it dearly.

“There will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword-” Tara began, her voice wavering in excitement.

Sam closed her eyes, a grin on her face, letting her little Hemingway steal her heart all over again.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #ao3 author #my writing tag #soft and sweet :) #thank you kai #AU: protect my heart

[okwonyo]

attending your concert

(ˆ ̳ , ̫ , ̳ˆ)"੭ 세븐틴 + femreader ? fluff established relationship warnings not proof-read : 500 ੭୧ bookshelf

notes. requested, first time writing for svt ahh :&lt;

seungcheol would it be surprising if he was your biggest supporter? ahh, he is so proud of you, he watches you with stars in your eyes and tells you how proud he is in the backstage.

jeonghan makes you wear a hair clip with his name on it. actually, it's an inside joke because you made him wear the exact same hair clip with yours on it. he thinks you are so cute with it.

jisoo takes so much pictures of you. then when he shows them to you he keeps telling you how beautiful you are. also brought you a cute plushie that you took on stage as emotional support.

junhui knows your flanchant by heart and will be dedicated to it. he sings it while moving his lightstick as he records you dancing.

soonyoung is literally be so hyped oh my . . . he has been waiting for the day he'll attend one of your concerts for decades. he loves your music so much, he even learnt every single dance.

wonwoo has all the accessories he can find. hear me out, he wants to show you his support at all coast, lightstick, bracelets, t-shirt, banner. he'd look so stupid ahh, what a cutie.

jihoon gets shy when you thank him infront of everyone. to be frank, he has never hid the fact that he loved your music and his support to you. but he still blushes when you show attention in public.

minghao is mesmerized by you. his eyes would literally follow every single one of your mouvement. he watches you through the whole concert with a love-sick expression on his face and bops his head to the beat.

mingyu the most proud in the entire world, he didn't shut up about your concert ever since it was announced. this cutie even brought food with him in case you where hungry.

seokmin, this guy dear god. he steals the spotlight, quite literally. it's as if it's his concert, he hits every single high note. of course, he is really supportive and his cheeks hurts because of the fact he is smiling too widely.

seungkwan does the same as when he attended seventeen's concert during his hiatus. he would be discreet about it so people can only focus on you and post it on weverse later.

hansol loves music you know, he would even tell carats to listen to your newest album. he records the concert and posts it on his story.

chan is your biggest hype boy. he dances and moves throughout the whole concert, you even tell the cameras to focus on him while he dances to your verse. he has the banners and the lightstick too, of course he does.

౨ৎ taglist open ❕ @manooffline @ibsysbsfsunsbs @nwjws @lilriswife4life @alaezasmystery235 @teddywonss @tyussday @cholexc @icydawon networks ❔ @kflixnet @k-films @/k-labels

#૮꒰ྀི ◞ ⸝⸝⸝ ◟ ꒱ྀི১ ！！⠀ #k films #k labels #kflixnet #seventeen fluff #seventeen reactions #seventeen scenarios #seventeen headcanons #seventeen blurbs #seventeen drabbles #seventeen soft hours #seventeen soft thoughts #svt fluff #svt reactions #svt scenarios #svt headcanons #svt blurbs #svt drabbles #svt soft hours #svt soft thoughts #seungcheol fluff #jeonghan fluff #joshua fluff #junhui fluff #hoshi fluff #wonwoo fluff #woozi fluff #dokyeom fluff #mingyu fluff #minghao fluff

[ohimsummer]

what it’s like to date them (girl vers + hange!)

- mikasa, sasha, hange, historia, annie

- fluff, modern! au

[male vers!]

MIKASA

• doing most of the talking in a conversation because she can say a lot with few words (and also just loves to hear you talk)

• her laughing when you pout because she doesn’t always give in to you

• being surprised with gifts

• getting squeezed tight (sometimes a little too tight) and gently swayed during hugs

• her pinching your cheeks or flicking your forehead when you’re being annoying

• letting you make a lot of the frivolous decisions because she’s really just down for whatever you wanna do

SASHA

• taste testing each other’s food

• her spam texting you things that remind her of you

• getting up late because “5 more minutes”, which turn into 10, 20, even an hour if you let her

• nose kisses, dramatic cheek kisses (”mmmwah!”) , lighthearted kisses on your fingertips 

• her face-down mumbling at you as if you can understand what she’s saying

• pointing out things you find interesting to each other whenever you’re out together

HANGE

• them softly kissing the top of your head while you’re cuddling

• carefully running their fingers through your hair and admiring your peaceful face while you sleep

• whispering to each other under the sheets before bed about anything and everything, only illuminated by the muted television

• never sitting in silence, you always have something to tell each other about

• “there’s my favorite pretty ___ :))”

HISTORIA

• movie nights in each other’s bedrooms (that may end up in you both making out)

• good morning/good night texts whenever you’re not together

• self care nights with face masks and cucumbers on your eyes, she might even paint your nails if you let her

• her bopping you on the head with rolled up paper when you’re being troublesome

• always doing your nightly routine together, even if it’s over facetime

• both of you being half asleep but still mumbling replies to each other

ANNIE

• getting used to her stoic demeanor and quietness but checking in with her all the time anyway, and her pretending it’s annoying but secretly loving how much you care

• leaving you on read when you text her asking for stuff, even though she fully intends on buying/bringing it for you

• her being secretly overprotective (beating up that flirty, sleezy guy when you weren’t looking)

• you stealing her hoodies and giggling because you know she wants them back, but doesn’t have the heart to take them from you (most of the time)

• “babe”, “hon”, “love”,

• her being the big spoon when you cuddle, and always falling asleep with her face tucked in the crook of your neck

#sasha imagine #hange imagine #historia imagine #annie imagine #mikasa x reader #aot x reader #sasha x reader #hange x reader #historia x reader #annie x reader #aot fluff #aot x reader fluff #aot imagines #aot headcanons #mika #mikasa imagine #mikasa headcanons #sasha headcanons #historia headcanons #annie headcanons #hange headcanons

[jobean12-blog]

Devilish Doodles

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 756

Summary: You’ve been feeling a certain way for some time now but the timing never seems right for saying the words out loud so for now you love to doodle them on your notebook and binder. 

Author’s Note: I love to doodle and I used to and still do this from time to time. Just a soft little idea that I couldn’t get out of my head. Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you love! 

Warnings: It’s fun fluff, soft and sweet but there is definitely some spiciness in there because well as usuaI can’t help myself. 

And uh...can we just talk about his neck, esp in this gif...thanks🔥

Eddie Munson Masterlist

With your headphones secured against your ears you lightly bop your head up and down to the music as you work your way through Eddie’s Dio cassette. You stare down at your notebook, smiling as you add a little heart over the ‘i’ in Eddie’s name. You have ‘I love Eddie,’ scrawled this way and that all over the paper and various little vampire guys, bats and skulls.

You’re just starting on the Hellfire logo when ‘Rainbow in the Dark’ starts to play and you turn up the volume which is why you don’t hear Eddie announce himself into the library and shimmy over to you.

He lifts the headphone from your ear and leans down to whisper hello, the words dying on his lips when he looks down at the doodles on the page of your notebook.

“Hey sweethea…”

You gasp with surprise and press your hand to your chest. You pull the headphones off and turn your head to see him backing away from you with wide eyes.

“Eddie?” you question, suddenly nervous. “What’s…?”

He points a shaking finger to your notebook and you look down, realizing quickly what has him so stunned.

“You love me?” he asks with quiet disbelief.

You turn in the chair so he can see you fully. “I do. I love you Eddie.”

He starts to move closer to you, his steps slow and his lips turning up into the biggest smile. When he reaches you he leans down, caging you in the chair with his arms and dipping his head until his lips brush yours.

“Say it again,” he whispers.

“I love you.”

He presses his lips to yours and steals your breath with his kiss before he pulls away and jumps up onto the library table. He holds his hands up in the air and yells, “she loves me!!! She fucking loves me!”

With dance like steps, he moves to the other end of the table and jumps off, twirling himself around until he’s kneeling at your feet, his hand held over his heart.

“I love you baby. So fucking much.”

He stands with a flourish and pulls you up from the chair and into his arms before he sits down with you in his lap.

He wraps his arms around you and peppers your face with soft kisses.

“What were you listening to?” he asks in between kisses.

“Dio,” you answer as your fingers comb through his hair.

“That’s my girl,” he croons, resting his forehead to yours.

“I love you,” he says again, his big brown eyes full of emotion.

You giggle as your fingers curl around his guitar pick necklace. “I love you too.”

“Can I have this?” he asks, looking down at the page of your notebook.

“Of course, Eddie.”

You carefully tear out the page and neatly fold it up, reaching down to tuck it into the pocket of his jeans. His fingers splay across your cheek and he pulls you closer, running his nose across your skin until he finds your lips.

You press a gentle kiss to his mouth then trace your lips along his jaw until you reach the spot just below his ear. You brush his soft curls out of the way and start to kiss down his neck, loving the feel of his muscles when he swallows hard.

When you reach his pulse point you lightly suck on the spot then kiss it before tugging on the collar of his hellfire shirt and exposing more of his collarbone. Your lips move across his skin and you work your way up the other side of his neck, your hips rocking over his when you feel him throb beneath you.

His hands smooth down your curves and settle on your waist, his grip tight as he groans through gritted teeth.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes out with a touch of warning.

“Mm yes?” you ask, playing coy.

“Either you quit that or I’m gonna have to bend you over this table.”

You drag your teeth over his earlobe and he sucks in a hiss.

“In the library Eddie? Really?” you tease, continuing to move your lips over his skin.

In one swift movement he has you out of his lap and over his shoulder, your bookbag hanging from one arm and your body bouncing with his heavy steps as he walks out of the library.

“You’re a very bad girl,” he murmurs while his hand slips under your skirt and lightly smacks your ass. “I’m taking you home to punish you.”

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𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐬.

Ice Spice tries to play this mysterious game with her persona, It's like playing tug-of-war with your personality in a way with people that want to know more about you but instead she's the only one yanking the rope. Ice spice became huge from TikTok with her drill inspired song "Munch", And you know how TikTok has the power to inspire the billboards and music charts. TikTok became notorious for making 5 seconds of a song sound good but the rest of the 3-4 minute song kinda bland. With her first song blowing up on TikTok she soon became the newest hot topic but not in music or bars but really for her sex appeal. With people blowing her song up and sharing it she started to take off from there and got to do a corny barbie girl drill remix with nicki minaj who rarely gives out collabs with female rappers and only did it with Ice Spice to eat off of the momentum and push that ice spice was getting in the industry. And of course Ice Spice being hispanic and mixed with a light complexion she got all the attention on her because all industries and most of the world is colorist and because she has a fat ass because that's what she had to offer really. She can't rap or sing but she can twerk and look hot.

Ice Spice is really just a TikTok rapper who got out of the Bronx luckily off of her looks and age. Watching her performances are just bland and dry as fuck because she doesn't do any moving around just her usual combo moves of bending over, twerking, touching her ass/boobs, and flicking her dry tongue. Ice Spice does not have any talent or real music that comes from the heart, She's just a cheap industry plant like Cardi B that the music industry have put infront of us to distract us. Her and Cardi B both believe that they were hand plucked from the Bronx and chosen to represent their city out of the masses but really they aren't doing enough for the city they came from. They're really just stealing their originality and personality and raunchy-ness from the Bronx. You would've thought that Ice Spice would've done a song with Cardi B, but instead she did it with Nicki Minaj and the song was just kinda trash because it sounded so rushed and there were no memorable bars or anything that showed that she had some talent.

When Apple Music asked her to describe her music she vaguely described it as a vibe. I couldn't vibe to her song even if it was being played in Walgreens. She then went on to say

"It's for the Baddies that get it, for the confident people, for the people that get money. It's just music to feel good too, to get ready to, to work out to"

I can see the workout aspect of her music but not really the other bs she must've said high on her confusion. Ice Spice went on to release her 6 track debut EP Like...? (Her favorite catchphrase in between bars that she says when because she can't rap and gets confused.) The way Ice Spice raps is equivalent to a 6th grader rapping, She did a really weird song with Taylor Swift called karma that really flopped. because without her regular producer giving her an impromptu drill beat to rap on she sounds kinda like a really big joke. Her and Taylor Swift's song was just really bad timing for them to have a song together, Especially after Matty Healy made a very racist and insensitive joke about her and her looks while he was fucking Taylor Swift and pretending to be a good posh buy when really he is a ciggarette smoking bum with nice hair.

Overall, Ice Spice is an industry plant. A cleaner and kidz bop version of Sexy Redd that kids sing in the car and their parents won't get mad because hey she doesn't rap about sucking dick & hasn't had a sex tape exposed yet so she's safe for now. Ice Spice hasn't released any real music, Just another girl trying to do drill rap and get money off of mediocre music is what the world and the black community see.

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Can u do a headcannon about tdbr!reader and Austin making dinner on love and their fans share their favorite moments from the live

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It’s not often Austin likes to be on social media, but through you he discovered that with measure social media could be quite fun and a way to better connect with fans

When you told him that you’d like to go on instagram live and cook or bake something while answering fan questions about your new show, he wanted to join

Going full circle you both decide that making his famous home made pizza would be fun

Austin does most of the hard work while you read the questions fans have

“Who’s the better cook?” You read and Austin giggles before answering. “I cook and she bakes, we complete each other” he says bopping your nose, getting some flour on the tip of it

Grabbing a handful of flour from the bag, you throw it at Austin, getting flour in his hair, face, on the floor and counters

Austin fights back and fans are thrilled to watch you two fool around

Somehow after the small break, you get back to work and finish making the pizza

As you wait for it bake, Austin turns the lights low and puts on music so the two of can dance “Dance with me, my little chef” Austin tells you

The two of you go viral for this live and the gossip pages are eating it up with headlines like: WITH JUST A SLICE OF HOMEMADE PIZZA THESE TWO ARE STEALING OUR HEARTS | REQUESTING MORE LATE NIGHT PIZZA MAKING FROM OUR CHEFS

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“This is my favorite place in the whole world”

Summary: Steve just came in a told you to get ready. But did not tell you where.  

Trope: Steve x Girlfriend!reader 

Warning: None 

Word count: 700 

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You were having a dance party, with just you invited, when your window opened. Your not so stealthy boyfriend came tumbling in, he quickly fixed himself and the books he knocks over “Morning baby get ready we are leaving in 10 minutes” what the fuck “Where are we going” he just smirked and climbed out the window. What are you supposed to wear, it is summer he could be taking you anywhere, the pool, the mall, an ice shop, ANYWHERE. Who knew this would put so much stress on you? You decided on a blue spaghetti strap, a black pair of shorts, with your bathing suit under. You pack your bag of things you might need, such as sunscreen, sunglasses stuff like that. You said bye to your parents then walked to Steve’s car. Your parents liked Steve, he was such a gentleman, and after stealing your heart, he stole theirs. He was always at your house, either spending time with you or watching the game with your dad or learning how to cook with your mom. He always had a home at yours. He loved coming over; it was a huge change from his home life. You were an only child. Your house was a small two-bedroom, not poor but not rich in the middle, living a comfortable life.  

He was waiting on the hood, he smiled when he saw you walk out “You know you don’t have to sneak in through my window my parents like you and know that we are dating” “Yea but what’s that fun it that” he smirks “I bet if you asked, they would give you a house key” he laughed with you. He got over the hood then brought you into a hug “I missed you” “You just saw me yesterday” “Yea but we were with friends, and they took up all your time” “Well you have me now Steve soooo where are we going” "That is a surprise" he said bopping your nose. He opens the passenger door, and you get in. Once he got in, he started the car he grabbed your hand and kissed it then you were on your way to the mystery destination.

You tried guessing where you were going, “Pool?” “Nope” “Mall” “Nope “A party” “No again” you looked out the window the sign leaving Hawkins passed by. Where are we going? The drive out of Hawkins was not too long, maybe 20 minutes. He pulled off the side of the road and got the car, you followed. He opened his trunk and there was picnic basket and blankets “Come on” he said after getting the stuff and your hand. You followed him on a 10-minute walk, your eyes widened seeing a sea of assorted colors, beautiful wildflowers “Steve this is so pretty” he smiled and laid down the blanket, he took off his shoes, you followed in suit. He brought sandwiches, water, soda, fruit, and other snacks out of the basket. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted so I just got a bunch of stuff” “It’s perfect” you told him squeezing his hand “This is my favorite place in the whole world” he said while laying down “How did you find this place” you asked “One day my parents where having a fight about something and I just needed time away from them” you nodded then let him continue “So I got in my car and just drove and drove until I would this opened field I parked then just screamed it felt so good so yea this is my place of peace” you hugged him “Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share that with me” The rest of the day went beautifully, the sun was beating, Steve took off his shirt, so you leathered him up. The highlight of your day. Rubbing his back as you talked about your week.  

 “So do you bring all the girls over her to swoon them” you joked “Only the ones I want to spend the rest of my life with” he said squinting his eyes up at you. You looked into his eyes and saw your whole life in him, getting married, buying a house, having a kid, growing old. He was picturing something different, him proposing in this very spot. 

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