#can’t stop dancin

[steddieas-shegoes]

When Eddie comes out to him, Steve makes a big mistake. His first reaction was to thank him for trusting him, which is what Robin told him to do in this situation.

But his second reaction was to say “I also like guys.”

Eddie blinked at him, clearly confused and defensive, like maybe Steve was making fun or not taking him seriously.

“Uh. You do?”

“Yeah man! I mean, no one else knows, but yeah.”

Eddie smiled and thanked him for trusting him with it, said they should hang out more, and recommended a queer bar in Indy if he needed a safe place to explore.

And Steve smiled and nodded like he couldn’t agree more.

As soon as Eddie was gone, he rushed to the phone in his kitchen and called Robin.

She called him an idiot, a dingus, a bisexual disaster —whatever that was—, and told him he absolutely wasn’t allowed to go to a queer bar without her.

She did at least agree to keep up the lie until he could find a way out of it without Eddie thinking he lied to hurt him or something.

But he started hanging out a lot more with Eddie and finding that they had more in common than he originally thought.

Eddie took Robin and Steve to the queer club and Steve…felt at home, felt welcomed, felt like he belonged. Robin kept giving him these looks all night, and Eddie kept dragging him to meet people who he cared about, and one of the guys on the dance floor kept pulling him out there to dance with him.

He felt free and alive and-

Queer.

It hit him as the guy, Paul maybe, was pulling him closer by his waist as his hips rocked to the beat of a song he didn’t recognize but felt like something he wanted on a mixtape. It hit him that he liked this because he liked dancing with Paul like this. He liked this because he saw himself visiting more, even without Eddie and Robin. He liked this because he could picture making out with Eddie in the bathroom.

He froze.

“You okay, sweet thing?” Paul asked him.

“I think I’m in love with my friend.”

Paul’s eyes widened momentarily before patting Steve’s hip. “Is he gay, honey?”

“Huh?” Steve was already trying to find Eddie in the crowd. “Oh, yeah. He’s here tonight.”

“Shouldn’t you be dancin’ with him then?”

Steve finally looked back at Paul, who had his hands on his own hips now, teasing smile on his face.

“Yeah. I should,” Steve thanked him, apologized for any misleading, which was immediately brushed off. Paul was here to dance, he didn’t much care for who he was dancing with.

“Send that beauty over here. She looks like she needs some lessons,” Paul pointed to Robin, who was still looking a little nervous despite the friendly bartender handing her sodas every time he passed by her.

“She’s gay, man.”

“So am I! Doesn’t mean we can’t dance!”

Steve laughed. “You’re right.”

He walked over to Robin quickly, avoided getting pulled back into the crowd.

“I’m in love with Eddie.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “I know, dingus. You literally risked your entire reputation to come to a queer bar to try to impress him.”

Steve balked. “That’s not what this was!”

“Uh huh. Well he’s sulking in the bathroom if you wanna go tell him.”

“Sulking? Why?”

“He saw you dancing with that guy. Think he assumed you were interested in him.”

“Not a chance. I prefer long hair and ripped jeans,” Steve winked. He turned to walk towards the hall with the bathrooms when Robin stopped him.

“Don’t do this if you’re not 100% sure,” she said seriously. “Eddie really likes you and it would destroy him if you were lying to make him feel better.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Steve started, but stopped when Robin gave him a look.

“You’ve literally been pretending to be queer for the last two months because he came out to you and you accidentally came out to him. You’re lucky it wasn’t a complete lie.”

“Yeah but I wouldn’t fuck with his feelings like that.” Steve knew what it was like to be led on. He wouldn’t do that to Eddie. “I’ll be careful with him.”

“And be careful with you.”

He saluted her as he walked away.

When he found Eddie sitting on the counter at the sink in the bathroom, he was swinging his legs back and forth and humming something distinctly less pop than what was playing on the dance floor. No one else was in here, but that didn’t mean no one would walk in.

He walked over to Eddie and placed a hand on his knee.

Eddie immediately stopped kicking his feet and looked up.

“What’s with the face?” Steve asked, reaching up to touch the line between his brows that always appeared when he was pouting.

Eddie shrugged. “Just not feeling it tonight I guess.”

“The music isn’t really your thing. Kinda surprised you like this place,” Steve said as his hand drifted down to his wrist. “Seems closer to a small club than a bar.”

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

Eddie’s tone was sharp, laced with jealousy. Even if Steve hadn’t had his realization five minutes earlier, he would’ve seen what that was from a mile away.

“I was until I realized I’d rather be out there with you.”

Eddie snorted. “I don’t really dance.”

“But you’d dance with me if I asked, right?” Steve’s fingers circled his wrist and he tugged Eddie off the counter. “Even if I asked you to do it right here with no music?”

“Steve, what are you doing?”

“Dancing. Or trying to.” Steve rested his hands on Eddie’s hips and started swaying them in sync with his. “It is hard without music.”

“Why don’t you go back out there?” Eddie’s hands went around Steve’s neck.

“Because you’re not out there. I don’t wanna be where you aren’t.”

“Steve-“

“You know I didn’t actually know I liked guys until tonight?” Steve huffed out a laugh. “Well, I really like this one guy. Not sure about others yet.”

Eddie was silent, but didn’t push Steve away.

“He was hiding in this bathroom though. I didn’t really think he’d join me out there, so I brought the dancing to him,” Steve winked.

“You like me? You? Like me?”

Steve nodded.

“And you just realized this?”

“Kinda.”

“In a queer bar?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s pretty gay, dude.”

Steve snorted and smacked Eddie’s chest. “That’s the point.”

Eddie moved in impossibly closer, no room for Jesus between their chests anymore. “So you lied when you came out to me?”

“I panicked! But it doesn’t actually count as a lie if I’ve seen the light.”

“Was it a rainbow light? Or the reflection of the disco ball in the glitter shorts Perry was wearing?” Eddie joked.

“Perry!” Steve smacked his own forehead. “He’s nice. Made me come tell you how I feel.”

“Oh. He did?” Eddie seemed shy for maybe the first time ever.

“Yeah. Said I should come dance with you if I’m in love with you.”

Steve hadn’t felt like this in a while, and hadn’t left his heart on his sleeve like this in even longer. As Eddie’s face went from shy to shocked to flustered, Steve thought about how long he’d been dancing around these feelings.

But no more dancing around them. Now it was time to dance with them.

“Can’t believe you just said you’re in love with me in the bathroom of a queer bar. Don’t even think they clean this place,” Eddie laughed, letting his forehead fall against Steve’s.

“I’ll tell you again outside.” Steve kissed his cheek. “And in the van.” His nose. “Your house, my house.” The corner of his mouth. “Everywhere.”

Eddie licked his lip, skipping over a soft kiss for a hungry one. It was hot, desperate, impatient. Everything Steve hadn’t known he needed.

Then again, he hadn’t even actually known he liked guys until tonight. Maybe he was just late to learn things about himself.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #headcanon #robin buckley #drabble #Steve Harrington is a bisexual disaster and in this essay I will #coming out that’s funny as hell #Steve coming out before he even realizes he’s queer is the epitome of cinematic masterpiece #alas I’m high and could only write this

[xoshepard]

just singing tonight

#singing old songs from my grandma with a bottle as a fake mic #just dancin around my living room #v healing activities #actually i stopped dancing around and singing bc i need to shower #but i can’t stop Singing #like i’m SINGING like stop everything and get up and just belt out some chunes #i need to stop tho fhskdhdk #tirah talk

[starkeyboy]

no you can’t catch me now

luke castellan x zeus!reader

imagine you are thalia because this song SCREAMS her

i immediately thought her and my fingers couldn’t stop writing :)

“There's blood on the side of the mountain

There's writing all over the wall

Shadows of us are still dancin'

In every room and every hall”

i laid on the ground as blood soaked the leaves. the screaming of the people i love most, going off to the distance. luke’s face appearing every time i closed my eyes. oh luke. the love of my life. the first. and the last.

i love you luke castellan.

°°°

i ran through the trees, luke and annabeth in front, grover in tow behind me.

“keep running! don’t look back,” grover screamed behind me. i knew deep down that if grover didn’t make it back, his dreams were gone. but he swore to protect us. my running slowed as luke and annabeth didn’t take one look back, grover getting ahead, he noticed i wasn’t in front. grover stopped and looked at me as i stopped.

“go grover,” i said as rain soaked us. grover shook his head and he went to grab my arm. i took a step back as the two up on the hill stopped and screaming my name. i looked at them as i smiled. oh how i loved them.

“no y/n, you’re gonna make it, if we keep running, come on!” he screamed as i took every step back when he fell forward. i heard the monster behind me get closer.

“they don’t want you or them, grover, they want me. that’s all they want,” i yelled over the thunder. i nodded and he shook his head.

“please y/n, run with us to safety” he pleaded. i looked up once as i saw luke running down, to get me, to drag me uphill.

“grover, tell luke i love him. please,” i said as i smiled softly thinking of him. i turned around as everyone’s yell at me grew quiet. lukes running grew faster as i drew my dagger, a gift from dad. the monster close.

“i love you so much” was the last thing i said because before i knew it, i was looking at the monster as it snarled at me.

°°°

lukes pov

i let out an agonizing scream as y/n lied on the grown as the monster ran. i dropped to my knees as tears spilled from my eyes. i felt arms grab onto me as lighting strikes the grown where she laid. roots growing. a tree forming, a pine tree. her favorite tree.

“you wanna know why i love these kind of trees in the woods?” she said as i smiled at her, awed by her fascination of the world. i raised my eyebrows in question. “pine trees are majestic luke. they survive the cold, the heat, the storms. survival at its finest. and they provide beautiful pine cones, which smell amazing,” she smiled at me brightly. when she looked at me, it was like the world paused. it was just me and her.

“i hope one day when i die, i come back as a pine tree, giving me a full life through everything, protecting others as they pass, a shelter for those who need it most.”

the memory of just a day ago repeating in my head for days on end.

everywhere i looked, she was there. in the cabin, the mess hall, the arena. the woods.

“Bet you thought I'd never do it

Thought it'd go over my head

I bet you figured I'd pass with the winter

Be somethin' easy to forget

Oh, you think I'm gone 'cause I left”

the more i trained and the more i picked up fights, you would think i would move on easily. but there was always this one light that brought me back to y/n. always back to the pine tree.

the day we got to camp was the worst day of my life. everyone said camp was a safe place for half-bloods. why did y/n die? why didn’t zeus save her, huh?

camp was no longer called safe when she left us. when she sacrificed her life for us.

“oh, hey,” i heard behind me. i furrowed my eyebrows as i turned to find nobody. “i’m right here, luke, right in front of you.” i looked in front of me and saw the tree.

“y/n?” i whispered in disbelief.

“yeah, honey, it’s me,” she said softly as i felt a caress on my cheek. “you can’t see me but i’m here, i’m not leaving.” i felt a tear fall from my eye as i thought of her.

“i miss you so much,” i let out a sob. i leaned my head on the trunk of the tree. “so much”

“oh luke” she whispered. “i never left you, im here forever for you and with you”

“But I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze

My footsteps on the ground

You'll see my face in every place

But you can't catch me now

Through wading grass, the months will pass

You'll feel it all around

I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere

But you can't catch me now

No, you can't catch me now”

i grunted as the monster got my cheek, feeling the blood drip off my cheek. i drew my sword and swung at it, but it kept growing stronger.

“fuck you, dad, fuck you,” i growled as i felt my fate. the monster above me now as he dripped of slobber. his mouth opened, emitting fire. i closed my eyes, ready for the impact, but nothing happened. i felt a force and lighting strike happening in front of my eyes. it let me get up and run after hearing her whisper to me.

“run, luke, go!”

°°°

i sat in front of y/n as i planted a new flower for her. i can feel annabeths, grover’s and percy’s eyes on me.

today was the 5th year of her passing and every year, i grow a new flower, whether it be strawberries on accident or not.

“what’s he doing?” i heard percy said.

“planting y/n a new flower. she sacrificed her life 5 years ago today and 5 years ago today we i got the privilege to feel y/ns warmth as her tree gives the camp life. lukes way to thank her is gifting her natures beauty,” annabeth explained.

i sighed as i touched the trunk gently.

“i’m not gonna let anyone hurt you, i promise. im so sorry i couldn’t promise that 5 years ago today,” i whispered as a tear of mine dropped to the ground. i felt arms wrap around me, her familiar scent filling my nose.

“i promised that nobody would hurt you when i died, and i will always fulfill that. because no body can stop me. no body can catch me now,” she said as she touched my scar. the feeling of her touch felt comforting.

“There's blood on the side of the mountain

It's turning a new shade of red

Yeah, sometimes the fire you founded

Don't burn the way you'd expect

Yeah, you thought that this was the end”

y/ns pov

i smiled as i laid on the ground, my blood soaking the hill. the snarl of the monster disappeared. i heard luke behind me scream as i felt arms wrap around me.

“oh darling,” the voice said. “oh darling,” he kept whispering. i closed my eyes as luke filled my head. the arms around me tightening, the wind calming, the rain stopping, the smell of pine filling my nose.

“this isn’t your ending, darling” he said and i was gone.

#luke castellan #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #percy pjo #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson

[moonriseoverkyoto]

Whistle while you work

Synopsis - sometimes all a little lass needs is to just holler the lyrics of an angry female-empowering country music, but a certain beloved Scot just can’t help but be worried he screwed up

cw: swearing, medical and military workplace inaccuracies, playful language, suggestive content, heavy flirting, slight miscommunication trope(this hurts me more than this hurts you believe me), nicknames, use of Scottish and southern(Georgia/texas) accent that some readers may find corny or displeasurable

Pairing: Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x southern!medic!reader

Author’s note: I know I said I was busy but I heard “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood come on the radio and it’s been an ear worm that sticking to my brain like flies on a horse. But once again I’m here to remind you that I’m taking southern notes from Georgia and Texas because I was raised in one and I visit family quite often in the other. I am completely open to constructive criticism but if you have nothing nice to say then you just scroll past it costs you absolutely nothing to mind your business. Italicized is singing btw.

©️moonriseoverkyoto 2023. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.

Soap had begun to have a routine with you. He could often come visit you after shift hours or you would come along on missions and be his first pit stop at base. It was a beautiful little arrangement that the F1F begun to adore. You were the warm fire to warm their cold hearts or the blazing hearth to whip them into shape if they got rowdy. So it was a little jarring to him when he strolled into your clinic and heard an angry drawl.

“Right now, he's probably slow dancin' with a bleach-blonde tramp. And she’s probably gettin’ frisky.”

Your voice had him weak at the knees but there was something off in your pitch. A grit, an anger, a frustration. He suddenly began retracing his steps, trying to find a failure placed upon his behalf.

“Right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink 'Cause she can't shoot whiskey.”

“Bonnie?” the man called out to you, his reaction was controlled but his heart thumped against his chest trying to break out. When you didn’t respond he decided to stay by the doors out of your vision to figure out what was the issue, studying you.

“Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool stick. Showin' her how to shoot a combo. And he don't know”

Your hips began to sway against the rising tune and even in your scrubs, there was a clear muscle memory when it came to the rhythm of the song. Soap quickly exited and left to go to the common room to find the rest of the F1F playing poker

“There’s loverboy, we were wondering how long it would take for you and-“

“Firstly, she’s my friend Capt’n you know that. Secondly, Somethin’s a mattah with Bonnie.” Soap cut Price off quickly not caring for niceties.

“why because she’s running a little late?” Gaz spoke while checking his turn. It was comical how they knew you by your nicknames from Soap rather than your god given name.

“Aye ‘nd she’s singin’ this song of ‘ers and it’s got me all worried. I mean I know that I’ve been a wee bit busy lately but I’ve made sure to make me rounds and when I came to her place she was swinging hips and I ken to know when somethin’s a mattah with me Bonnie-“ Simon’s head turned to his friend with interest as Gaz cut the rambling man short.

“Calm down mate. We cannot understand you when you go back to the ancestral plane with that tongue of yours” Gaz spoke. Price waved him off to let the Scott breathe.

“She’s up tae high doh.” Soap rushed out, his brows knit together trying to piece together what could’ve happened.

“In English, lad” Price spoke up. However somebody came to his rescue.

“The phrase is meant to be used to describe when somebody is pent up, flustered. It’s a Scottish saying.” Ghost answered with a deep baritone. Everyone was surprised but secretly noted the phrase for whenever they had to go solo with the Mohawk man.

“So go talk to her” Price responded to Soap with a look that said he was ordering, then he offered a small gift of liquid courage

Soap refused the drink and made his way back over to the infirmary. His brain scrambling to find an answer.

“I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive. Carved my name into his leather seats”

Your belted notes rung through the doors and hit his ears. He vowed he would find out the issue and fix it just so he wouldn’t have to hear the pain in your voice. He came around the corner as you stood in front of a table, organizing your different surgery and procedural tools. He spotted the AirPod beneath your trucker hat (since wearing a traditional cowboy hat was too distracting in the work place even during the quiet shifts. )

“I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights. Slashed a hole in all four tires-“

Soap swallowed all his worry as he grabbed an AirPod out and spoke but you beat him to the punch.

“Who in all of god givens creation just ordered a free fuckin’- Oh sweetheart Johnny it’s you.” Your fire calmed just as quick as it kindled.

“hey lassie I was getting worried about you” Soap said. His heart and maybe something else throbbed at your honey tone. One day he’d finally act upon those feelings but today he needed to worry about something else. “What’s got you all worked up?”

“Are you saying I’m throwin’ a hissy fit?”

“Noo jist haud on there Lassie. I jist was-“

“Heavens to Betsy! You do think I’m havin’ a hissy fit, why you oughta know that I was the best little-“

As you two went on back and forth, the distance between your bodies got smaller and smaller. Two wide eyed grins plastered across your face. He cut you off with a smirk

“Oh I’m sure you were the.. how do you say it again? Oh right” Johnny leaned in closer and his voice dropped, “the best little girl this side of the Mississippi. Ain’t that right, hen?”

“I know damn well you did not just call me a hen from a damn barn house-“ you went to speak again but got cut off as your throat hitched, soap’s mouth just by your ear and his tone got unrealistically deeper and more dominant. A careful hand grazing your hip.

“Shut yer pus for a moment, hen. Tell me what’s a matter. What’s got you so up tae high doh.” The male spoke.

You were silent for once. All the cogs in your brain just stopped. Everything was quiet, if you had perfect hearing you could hear Johnny’s poor heart banging to get out of his chest in anxiety from him boldly caressing your waist.

“Aww come on lassie, need me to buy a wrench for that brain of yours”

“I misplaced my sewing needle. Well I did or one of the stupid nurses did but I can’t find it and I won’t find it till the cows come home” you huffed.

“The one from your nana?”

“Does a bear shit in the woods?”

“No need for the ‘tude. May I look?”

“Sure. It’s no bigger than a minnow in a fishing pond” you said softly as he gently moved you aside to look at the table below. His trained eye spotting a glint on the ground. He reached over to pick it up and show it to you.

“Bless your heart! Good god Johnny, oh my sweet I could kiss you!” You cried out with the biggest grin. You leaned forward and kissed him softly on his cheek. His stubble gently scratching your soft, plump lips. His cheeks barely flushed as his smirk transformed into a smile and a small chuckle left his throat. He took a moment to memorize the feeling of your lips for later.

If that’s all it took to make his little Bonnie proud. He’d search every haystack for your needle in a heartbeat. You were his everything, he’d wait until the right moment to tell you. Especially when he was pretty sure the rest of the team was right around the corner listening to them. He’ll confront them later, for now he wants to stay in this moment with you. Watching his sweet hen, praising him. Grinning as she danced around with the needle he found, and even maybe hid.

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Slang translations

Noo jist haud on - Now just hold on there

Heavens to Betsy - southern expression of surprise

Hen- a woman (Scottish term of endearment)

Bonnie - a beautiful woman, Scottish term of endearment typically paired with Bonnie lass

Lass/Lassie- beautiful woman, term of endearment

Shut yer pus - Scottish way of saying hush up, not literally referring to genitalia

Does a bear shit in the woods - kinda like a sarcastic response of “duh.” Whenever you’re asked a question. Hard concept to explain but I hope it’s not just me who got this from their southern mama

no bigger than a minnow in a fishing pond - comparison of size

Author’s note: AAAAAAAA I DID IT. I wrote my first fic. Oh my god. I’m so tired but I hope everyone loves this as much as I did. Please go listen to the song as well. It’s “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood

General Taglist (comment to be added) : @glossythor @banana-beans-police

also thank you for the support for the series: @fruitsa1ad

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#soap call of duty #call of duty requests #call of duty #soap mctavish #john soap mctavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #cod x southern!reader #x southern!medic!reader #john price #simon riley #gaz call of duty #country!medic!reader #john mactavish

[bordysbae]

going to stagecoach with trevor!! bunch of pda and fluff😪😪😪😪

“concert buddy”

trevor zegras x f!reader

“hi love,” trevor smiles, coming up behind you in the airbnb mirror.

“hi trev,” you blush, leaning your body closer against his chest. once you readjust part of your outfit, you turn around and look up at trevor. you both share a small smile, before you slightly pull down on his cowboy hat as you lean up to kiss him.

“ew guys get a room!” jamie scoffs, making cam york laugh.

“sorry you’re lonely, jimbo. you and cam can third wheel together,” you shrug before giving trevor a small peck on his lips. you then grab your phone from the table, and place the baby pink straw cowboy hat on your head.

“you guys ready to get going?” cam asks, and you all nod in response. you guys then hop into trevor’s bronco, that the four of you used to drive down to palm springs. the festival is already packed with people wearing cowboy hats and boots, making you let out a little laugh. you were never very big on country until you met trevor, but now you’re not really opposed to it since both jamie and trevor have conditioned you to it.

“okay guys cmon hurry up, i wanna see luke bryan!” you exclaim. everyone gets out of the car, and you all meet up with a few other friends before heading into the music festival. as you drag the group towards luke bryan’s set, trevor wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer into him.

“i’m happy you came with me, thank you for coming. i know you’re not that big on country.” he says, making you smile up at him.”you know, i don’t hate it anymore,” you bashfully say, making trevor gasp. he immediately turns around to face jamie, excited to tell him the news that him and his best friend have finally convinced you that country isn’t so bad.

“jimmy! we did it!” he cheers, taking his arm off of you and rushing over to pushy jamie around at the exciting news. jamie looks utterly confused as to why trevor is jumping around in joy, meanwhile you’re hysterically laughing.

“the hell is going on with you stop jumping all over me!” jamie laughs.

“we did it jimmy! y/n doesn’t hate country! she said she likes it!” he says, and jamie’s mouth drops.

“i knew the day would come! i think it’s partially because of me, you know, my amazing guitar skills convinced her,” jamie shrugs. you and trevor both exchange a glance, before bursting out laughing.

“yeah okay jamie, you keep telling yourself that,” you laugh, before claiming your spots in the dirt waiting for luke bryan’s set to begin. you and the group chat for majority of the waiting time, meanwhile you and trevor just can’t lay off from the pda.

his hands find their way all over your body, from placing a hand on your lower back, to even lower than that. you two are such a touchy couple sometimes, that you get wrapped up in each other constantly and forget that you were in a conversation. “uh hello, earth to trevor i asked you a question,” cam says, waving a hand in between you and trevor’s conversation. you blush with embarrassment, but let it go as you see no one giving it a second thought. everyone’s used to it by now. eventually the singer comes out, and you begin singing your heart out. luke bryan is one of your favorites, and he’s headlining stage coach so you know the show is bound to be good.

as the intro to ‘drunk on you’ begins playing, you immediately gasp and turn towards trevor, and the both of you begin singing the lyrics to each other. as the chorus begins, trevor points to you and you point to him, shouting the lyrics at each other with nothing but big grins across your faces.

“girl you make my speakers go boom boom, dancin' on the tailgate in the full moon, that kinda thing makes a man go mmm mmm, you're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans”

as trevor sings the blue jeans lyric, he gestures to your bootcut jeans that are tightly hugging your legs, and you blush and hide your face in your hands. a bit later the set ends, and you all make your way towards another set. as you’re walking next to jamie, trevor comes up behind you and throws you over his shoulder. “trevor stop!” you laugh, and he just smiles.

“wanna go on my shoulders instead?” he asks you, and you hit his back as your form of saying yes. he places you down and squats, allowing you to get on top of his shoulders. the height difference between you both makes it a lot easier, and now you’re able to see a lot more than you were before. you all collectively decide to head to riley green’s set, and manage to get a spot not too far away from the stage seeing as you all got there a little bit early.

the chorus to ‘there was this girl’ starts, and trevor immediately begins singing the lyrics to you again, making you laugh. of course you sing back, but the lyrics to this song are bit more relatable from trevor’s perspective.

“there was this girl, drink in her hand. shootin' me a ‘let's get into trouble’ grin, i ain't never seen somethin' so fine. and I was doin' anything to make her mine. i was out of my mind, she was out of this world, there was this girl”

you and trevor relate heavily to this part of the song, seeing as you both met at a party late last year. of course jamie jokingly gives you both dirty looks, just because you both are singing the lyrics to every song while somehow finding a way to touch each other.

later on, you all eventually decide to call it a night after hours of being there. you end up falling asleep in the bronco on the way back to the airbnb, forcing trevor to carry you inside. you get settled down into bed and trevor goes to play some ping pong with the boys, before joining you in the bed as well. as you groggily cuddle into him, he presses a gentle kiss into your hair.

“goodnight y/n, i’m really happy you came with us to stagecoach. i love you, thanks for being my concert buddy” he chuckles, making you smile.

“i love you more, trev,” you mumble into his chest before falling back asleep.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras blurb #trevor zegras imagine #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #jamie drysdale

[floydsmuse]

Caught dancin’

warnings: none! just fluff & Bob being a goof <3

pairing: Bob floyd x f! reader (no y/n)

description: Bob catches you doing one of your dance workouts & you can’t help but feel all shy. he’s quick to reassure you though & your feelings of embarrassment seem to flutter away… (wc 1k)

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a/n: hi ! so i’m back with some more Bob fluff :,) this idea randomly came to me & i just knew i had to write it with him. it just seemed fitting haha! i really hope you enjoy this! it’s silly, but i think it turned out cute :) as always, likes & comments are great! reblogs are appreciated too🥰💕 tysm!

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you were currently in the middle of doing one of your dance workouts. you often did them to not only reduce tension, but also as a way to have some fun & get your body moving. out of pure shyness, you would only do them when your husband wasn’t home. Bob knew you did these workouts, but would never pry for you to do them in front of him. he figured you just felt more comfortable doing them alone & without the presence of an audience.

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Bob was out with some of the guys in the dagger squad. they all decided to go to a baseball game a ways away from town. Bob being the gentlemen that he is invited you to tag along with, but you politely declined & encouraged him to go out for some much needed “guy time.” he reluctantly agreed & headed out to the game. you figured after a stressful work week & needing some pep in your step, you’d pop open youtube & dance your little heart out.

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you throw on an active wear set, a lavender sports bra & biker shorts to match. you opt to wear your chunky white sneakers that were gifted to you by none other than your husband last christmas. you put your hair up into a ponytail, grabbed your water bottle & head into the den.

you start off by doing some low impact dances, allowing yourself to just warm up & find your rhythm. as the dances started to progressively become more intense, you were able to find your groove & get super into it. you let your body completely take control. your head was bopping to the beat of the music, your arms & legs were moving in sync. it was almost like second nature to you, your movements were coming out so seamlessly and passionately. you were feeling yourself, hitting every beat & every dance move that came your way. you were so tapped in to your own world, that you didn’t even feel the presence of your husband, who silently stood there watching you in utter amusement & disbelief. Bob couldn’t look away even if he tried, as he was enchanted by you in this moment.

it takes you an embarrassingly long time to notice Bob standing there, but once you finally catch glimpse of him in your peripheral, you freeze. you quickly scramble to grab the remote to pause the tv & drop your head in your hands, ignoring the sweat that was dripping down your face. your husband makes slow steady movements towards you, not wanting to further ignite your feelings of humiliation. he speaks to you in a volume a little above a whisper,

“my love, can you look at me please?”

just the very sound of his sweet & gentle voice could make you stop & do anything for him. you knew in this moment that you couldn’t possibly escape or melt into the floor like you so wanted to. you knew you had to face him. you bring your flushed face up to meet Bob’s kind eyes. you were sure you looked like a sweaty mess, your hair frizzy & falling out of its place in the high pony. your breathing was doing its best to settle down, but your heart continued to beat out of your chest from adrenaline & embarrassment. Bob reached over to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear & when he pulled back, he looked at you so lovingly. you didn’t quite know what to say, still feeling shy but starting to calm down a bit at his sweet action. you look down sheepishly & wait for Bob to cut in once again,

“just for the record, i think that you’re a fantastic dancer. i was in absolute aw just watching you.” Bob quipped. you knew he was being genuine by his tone & the confidence that lingered in his voice. you shot your head back up to look at him. he had the biggest smirk on his face & you just knew for a fact that your cheeks had to be the brightest shade of red that could ever exist. you look at him dumbfoundedly & a little smile slowly creeped onto your face at his words of praise,

“what was that one move you did called? i think it was something like this-“ Bob takes a step back from you, doing a crazy little wiggle with his body & flailing his arms above his head, in attempts to replicate a move that you previously did. he kept doing it, knowing the type of reaction he would get out of you. you couldn’t help but let out a giggle at his silliness,

“you almost got it! it’s more movement in the hips & less in the arms.” you reply through breathy laugher, as you do the move flawlessly, making Bob pause his dance attempts & look at you,

“show off!” he jokingly proclaims, as you pounce at him & he’s quick to hold you up with your legs secured around his waist & arms coming to wrap around his neck. within a second, your lips are being melded together in a salty & somewhat heated kiss. you both pull away, breathless, as you hide your face into his neck.

“you think you could teach me how to dance like you?”

you could practically feel his crooked smile against your cheek, as he proposes the idea. you knew Bob could get down, but you never would’ve thought he’d want to learn from someone like you. pulling your head back from his neck, you playfully shot back with,

“i think so. with lots & lots of practice, you certainly have potential.” Bob pretended to be offended at your response, but then quickly proceeded to attack your neck with kisses & squeezing at your sides, making you let out a heap of even more giggles. you swore this man could make you crumble at any given moment.

you two spent the rest of the evening happily dancing around the den, tiring yourselves out & eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms on the couch.

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#bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x y/n #bob floyd x female reader #top gun maverick #tgm #robert bob floyd fanfiction #bob floyd fic #top gun maverick fanfiction #robert bob floyd #bob top gun #robert bob floyd x you #lewis pullman #floydsmuse

[jordisblogg]

instead.

shuri.u x black reader

summary: y/n, still being in her tense and dysfunctional relationship, is having problems trying to emotionally reach her boyfriend of 3 years. shuri, who’s always been there for her during the trials and tribulations of the relationship, still can’t deny her feelings for the woman after all this time, but she chose loyalty over her own personal pleasures. what happens when y/n can’t take anymore?

warnings include: cursing, aave, n-word use, weed, fluff, major angst, readers bi, arguing, readers a bit of a crybaby, protective shuri

a/n: lmk if u guys are rlly interested in this!! the more i stare at it the worse it gets to me so i decided to post it😭

prologue.

“i’m not tryna hear this fuck shit right now y/n, i already told you it’s not like that!” you both had decided to go to the club, well not decided, more like your boyfriend, quinton, forced you to go. you really had rather you stayed in your apartment, in your room, where it was quiet. you were normally one known for the party scene, but this time, for some reason. . you weren’t feeling it. you wished you had listened to your gut, but being the pleasing girlfriend you were, you sucked it up. and now here you both were, arguing, again.

“fuck shit?! nigga you were the one who letting her grind all up on you and shit!” you yelled back. were you mad? yes. were you surprised? no. not that you liked it, but it wasn’t an unoriginal sight to see your boyfriend letting someone dance on him. you couldn’t really say much, you would’ve danced on a person or two but you never let it go to the extreme, and most of the time it was your friends. you had just happened to look over at him tonight and see what was going on, what had been going on, and you decided enough was enough.

“we was just dancin’?! i don’t see what the problem is?!” he threw his arms up in confusion and let them plop back to his sides. you chuckled in disbelief, did he think you were stupid?

“dancing? shit from where i was standing y’all might as well have been dry humping each other..”

“whatchu’ tryna say y/n?”

“what the fuck you think i’m tryna’ say?” you retort. quinton shakes his head and walks into your bedroom, mumbling about ‘not having to deal with this shit’ and shuts the door behind him.

instead.

you laid on your side, your back to quinton as you stared blankly at the wall. quinton was laying on his back, phone in the air, just above his face, making sure to keep his brightness all the way down. every once and a while he would smile and bite his lip, but you wouldn’t see it.

when he finally put his phone down, he looked over at you, your back still facing him. he sighed in a little annoyance and turned over to wrap his arm around your waist. “you still mad?” he asks lowly. you don’t respond.

“c’mon bae.. i didn’t mean anything by it” he tries again. you still didn’t reply, only sinking your face deeper into your pillow. he finally gives up, shifting from underneath you and removing his arm from your side to resume his place on his back. he hears a faint vibrate from his phone and reaches for it.

this time he lets a light chuckle escape his lips.

your mind started to wander, thoughts started to form. if you caught him doing this, could he have been doing more? is he doing more? the more you laid there, the worse they got. you couldn’t take anymore.

you quickly sat up from the bed, startling your boyfriend in the process. “babe?” he called, quickly shutting off his phone. you still didn’t answer to him and just began putting on clothes and packing a night bag. that got his attention even more.

he threw the cover off his torso and hopped off the bed. he went over to you and grabbed your wrists to stop your swift movements. “w-..where are you going?” he stuttered.

“i’m going to a friends house. i’ll be back.” was all you had said after you snatched your arm out of his grip

“back? back when? tomorrow?” he inquired, following you into the bathroom as you began to grab your toiletries.

“whenever i feel like coming back” you replied, a snarky attitude laced in your words.

you stuffed the last bit of belongings into your bag, zipping it up and throwing it over your shoulder. quinton watched in shock as you slid on your crocs and grabbed your car keys off the dresser.

you didn’t say anything before you left, only sound from you was the jingling of your keys and the slam of the door as you walked out, leaving quinton on his own for the night.

instead.

as you drive down the road you could only think, there’s only one person who was able to help you, make you feel better, can comfort you best, who knew you better than anyone did. who was one of the main people to tell you not to get with your boyfriend. and god, you should’ve listened. you searched up her name on your contacts and clicked the call button.

the line rung about 3 times before someone answered, “hello?”

“hey shuri. . . do you think you can leave the door unlocked for me?”

#shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri x y/n #mcu shuri #shuri x black! fem! reader #bpwf #shuri fic #shuri #letitia wright

[s0urw00lf]

Can’t catch me now; N.Sully

Months. Even years after the passing of neteyam y/n cant seem to shake him.

I this is my first neteyam fic so be nice. And i kept hearing this song and I think its neteyams anthem now.

There's blood on the side of the mountain

There's writing all over the wall

Shadows of us are still dancin'

In every room and every hall

Y/n found herself staring at the ocean from the beach, it hadn’t been long since the war had ended. Since she lost her neteyam. She still couldn’t fathom that he was gone, even though all she thought about was the feeling of his heartbeat seizing, the cries of his mother, and the complete and utter emptiness in her body like all of her insides had just dissolved. Gone. Y/n sighed as tears brimmed her eyes, threatening to spill over. She heard quiet and stealthy footsteps coming close to her before they stopped right beside her. She looked up to see Neytiri. Her heart clenched, as she saw traces of neteyam all over his mother’s face. “It is nice to see you out of your cot,” Neytiri said quietly looking from her to the horizon. Y/n sighed “I hate to be that person, but I don't think he’d appreciate me closing myself off from the world,” she said following Neytiri’s gaze back to the horizon. The Navi took a seat next to her “he wouldn’t” she said.

There's snow fallin' over the city

You thought that it would wash away

The bitter taste of my fury

And all of the messes you made

Yeah, you think that you got away

“How are you?” Y/n asked with a quiet voice. “Furious” Neytiri said simply, y/n nodded “Me too, I want revenge because of all people neteyam deserved it the least.” Y/n said shaking her head “All to save spider, who didn’t even need saving.” She said, cursing to herself internally because she had known he didn’t but he was her friend as well. Neytiri nodded “I know, but just because he isn’t here in physical form doesn’t mean he isn’t here at all. Think about how we connect with Eywa, she is everywhere. In the trees, the breeze, the water, and the soil. We just have to know how to listen” Neytiri said to Y/n. The younger na’vi shook her head “I don't” she said looking up to Neytiri, who turned to return the eye contact. “You will.” She responded.

But I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze

My footsteps on the ground

Y/n found herself running through the forest, hair whipping at every turn, heartbeat racing using her body went to an abrupt stop. She felt a familiar feeling set in her stomach, one of complete safety and content. She looked around on full alert, the wind had started to blow softly, almost making a barely audible tune, one that only Neteyam had known of. Her stomach dropped and she smiled. She closed her eyes and listened to the tune before whispering “neteyam” and just like that the wind had settled and she was met with complete silence. However, the feeling in her stomach didn’t falter.

You'll see my face in every place

But you can't catch me now

Through wading grass, the months will pass

You'll feel it all around

I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere

But you can't catch me now

No, you can't catch me now

The day was hot and y/n decided she wanted to spend some time in the water with her ilu. Shed been so focused on learning a new trick that she hadn’t noticed anyone come up behind her. Shed had a glance at the water and saw him, in all his glory. She whipped around with a look of shock on her face, only to let out a breath when she saw the person was Jake Sully. he looked at her in confusion “You okay kid?” He asked. Y/n quickly nodded “Yeah, yeah I just thought you were… so body else,” she said, disappointment lacing her tone. “You see him too?” Jake asked. Y/n looked at him shocked, before nodding “Yeah. Like everywhere. In you, neytiri, lo’ak, tuk.” She said looking him in the eyes, studying his expression. “Sometimes I feel him when I’m hunting, his presence is so strong, but as soon as I acknowledge me it’s gone, ripped away over and over.” She said, “All I want is a touch, or a glance, just something.” She finished. Jake came closer to her and brought her into a hug “I know kid. I know.” He said with a quiet voice. Just then the water had begun to ripple making the two break away from each other. Jake’s face mirrored her amazed expression. Jake went to speak but y/n cut him off when she put her fingers to her lips as to ‘shh’ him. He nodded. Y/n began to follow the trail that the water led. And it had led right to the spirit tree, y/n heart dropped. She hadn’t been here since neteyams ceremony. She looked back to Jake who had dismounted his ilu ready to swim down and connect to the tree. Y/n followed right behind him without hesitation. She connected her queue to the tree and was immediately sent in.

She opened her eyes just to realize she had been in her and Netayam's shared cot. She looked around in confusion, neteyam wasn’t in sight. Until light from outside had made itself apparent in the room, she wasted no time turning to the opening. Tears quickly filled her eyes “neteyam?”

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Pt. 2?

#atwow neteyam #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam x reader #neteyam #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully #neytiri #neytiri sully #jake sully x fem!reader #jake sully #lo’ak sully x reader #aounung #Spotify

[evanskit]

midnight dancing

a short little kit fic because the world needs more kits xx

“baby?” you croak, stumbling down the hallway in the dark. you rub at your eyes as you turn the final corner, seeing kit’s silhouette seated at the kitchen table. his nails clink against an almost empty beer bottle.

“when did you get home?” you ask, glancing over at the clock on the wall. its hands point to 11:40. the moonlight filters in through the kitchen blinds. he’s still in his work clothes, his boots the only thing discarded by the front door.

kit’s head turns at the sound of your voice and he curses himself, scrubbing a hand over his face. was he too loud? did he wake you?

“sorry, darlin’, i thought i came in quiet,” he drawls, exhaustion exaggerating that sweet accent you love so much.

“you were quiet,” you reassure quickly at the guilt on his face, shuffling over to sit beside him and taking his hand in yours. “you know i can’t sleep without you.”

kit hums empathetically, calloused thumb running over your knuckles. “just needed a drink. long day.”

you nod slowly, placing a kiss to the back of his hand. you watch him drain the rest of his beer, his neck exposed and begging to be kissed as he swallows.

so you kiss it, your lips ghosting over his adam’s apple. he groans immediately at your touch, the vibrations of his pleasure dancing under your lips as you nip lightly at his skin.

“goddamn i missed you today,” he sighs, brown eyes meeting yours in the low kitchen light. “i’m never leavin’ you again.”

you laugh against his throat. a patch of his stubble from a spot he missed this morning scratches against your warm cheek. “i’m not sure your boss would allow that.”

“doesn’t matter, i’m quittin’ tomorrow,” he adds at the swipe of your tongue under his jaw.

you smile against his skin at the way you can make him feel, pulling back to kiss every inch of his profile.

“is he why you’re home so late?”

kit nods, yawning.

“bastard,” you both say at the same time, your laughter breaking the late night stillness.

kit leans forward and rests his head on his arms. you rub across his shoulder blades slowly, feeling the tension in his muscles.

“made me close while he took his lady dancin’ this evenin’,” kit mumbles, groaning softly at the touch of your hand.

“well, why don’t we go dancin’ this evenin’?” you tease his accent, massaging his shoulder.

kit laughs, turning his head to narrow his eyes at you.

“you be careful, i might take some other cutie, one who appreciates my way of talkin’,” he smirks, relaxing from your touch.

“keep talking like that and you’ll be dancing on your own, tiger,” you giggle softly, continuing to rub his back soothingly.

silence fills the air, broken only by kit’s soft breathing and the rustle of his workshirt beneath your fingertips.

after no reply, you lean down to check on him, heart twisting with affection when you see kit’s closed eyes, his cheek resting on his folded arms on top of the table.

“kit? baby?” you murmur, fingertips brushing through his dark hair. “you still with me?”

he hums quietly, half asleep, and you coo gently, coaxing him back to consciousness.

“let’s go to bed,” you whisper, giggling when he groans and snuggles further into you instead.

“come on, mista walka,” you tease again, watching his eyebrows furrow in amusement at your terrible boston accent. you peck his shoulder, running your lips up to the slant of his jaw.

kit’s eyes flutter open at this and he smiles sleepily, stretching with a groan to sit up straight. the chairs scrape against the floor as you pull him to his feet, taking his hand in yours as you drag him towards the bedroom.

“i’m so tired,” kit whines, stopping in the middle of the kitchen. his hands find your waist, turning you around to face him. he sways slightly, strong arms wrapped securely around you, his hands on the small of your back.

“then why are we dancing?” you chuckle, looking up into his sleepy eyes.

“because i missed you today.”

your heart stutters at his sweetness and your mouth finds his, kissing him softly. kit smiles into the kiss and you feel his dimples beneath your hands.

he spins you slowly, movements lazy, almost tripping over his feet.

“it’s the middle of the night, i was kidding!” you giggle, clinging to his broad shoulders. “come on, take me dancin’ tomorrow.”

“it already is tomorrow,” kit points out, glancing over at the clock on the wall, its hands now at midnight. his eyes flutter shut for a moment.

you stroke through his chestnut hair, admiring the way the moonlight shines, a deep purple hue reflecting in his curls. you admire everything about him, but right now you’re struck once again by his gigantic heart. dead on his feet, he still wants to make you happy.

you smile against his shirt, rolling your eyes at his stubbornness. “baby, you’re falling asleep standing up.”

“cus you’re doing that magic with your hands,” kit huffs, blinking his eyes back open. you laugh, nails massaging his scalp.

warm and languid, kit’s lips move lazily against yours as you cup his face, keeping him close.

“don’t know what i’d do without you,” he mumbles against your lips, sincerity leaking through at the late hour. kit deepens the kiss, but another yawn forces him to break away.

“hmm you’d probably pass out from exhaustion,” you giggle, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. “come on, bed.”

“so eager to have me, huh?” kit smirks, dimples deepening in his cheeks.

“if you can stay awake,” you bite your lip playfully.

“where’s the coffee?” kit asks as you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom, his tired body stumbling into yours the entire way.

#kit walker #kit walker x reader #evan peters #evan peters x reader #ahs #american horror story #ahs asylum #kit walker imagine

[clairesvalentine]

Could you do something with fem!reader and Syzoth where he walks into her playing an original song on the guitar?

The songs I’m imagining for this scenario is “Can’t Catch Me Now” by Olivia Rodrigo and “Lost in Silence” by Marcus Skeen…

SYZOTH AND MUSICIAN!READER

🦎 syzoth x fem!reader

PROMPT: syzoth walks in on the reader singing an original song.

I LOVEEEEE THIS SONG!! can’t catch me now was the reason i made the mileena one shot! anyways, i hope you enjoy this one and thank you for requesting again!! I also learned how to make the text a bit smaller so it fits my aesthetic. it's a good day fr 😹🙏🏼

— syzoth had been lurking around the kingdom's village for a while now. after the events that occurred, he was now appointed by mileena as her emissary to the zaterrans. he was honored yet overwhelmed. he wanted to do well for his kind. in their history of hardships, he wouldn't want them to endure any more pain than they already have.

— after being banned from the village for an extended period, he found joy in wandering aimlessly around the village. observing the citizens engage and witnessing their daily routines brought him a sense of comfort. his people were able to live amongst them and that meant the world to him.

— he spent most of his time in the tavern. he enjoyed seeing outworlders getting together to enjoy a drink or two. it bought him some comfort. besides, if he made it at a certain time, he was able to see the performers.

— while making his way to his usual table, he heard an unfamiliar melody. he was accustomed to hearing a plethora of songs, most of them folk tales sung by the people. he had never really encountered anything new—which wasn't a problem for him, but this caught his attention.

— you sat in the backroom, humming softly as you strung your guitar. you had been near and far from outworld, being back home was something so surreal to you. you had lived in this village all your life, adventuring around outworld was not an easy task. though your family had advised you not to, it was something you wanted to do. you sang in many different taverns, near and far yet you never got tired of traveling.

— however, this time you had to come home. your mother was very sick and she needed all of her children there. throughout the day, you would tend to your mother whilst taking care of your childhood home simultaneously. though you loved your mother and wanted her to get better, it was all so mentally draining to you. with the loss of your dad a few years prior, it made things so much harder.

— so, you and your siblings made a compromise. you and your brother would watch your mother during the day, while the others took over at night. this was perfect for you. this was your chance to try new material to the drunkards at the tavern.

— syzoth followed the melody, stopping by the door once he spotted you. you sat on a wooden chair, your music sheet on the stool beside you. he couldn't describe it but the melody you were playing was just something so fresh to him. one he had never heard before.

— "there's blood on the side of the mountain. there’s writing all over the wall. shadows of us are still dancin'. in every room and every hall." you closed your eyes as you sang, almost as if the melody ran right to your core.

— that's what syzoth found most captivating about the song. the way you were able to feel the music as you sang.

— trying not to startle you, syzoth equips his invisibility skill to quietly enter the room. he listened to you sing, admiring how much passion you had. he thoroughly enjoyed the lyrics being sung. he could tell you had so many compelling stories to tell, just from your writing alone.

— once you finished your song, syzoth couldn’t help but applaud. the song was absolutely stunning and your voice was so smooth. syzoth truly admired you. his invisibility wore off, unknowingly.

— you let out a scream, clutching your guitar close to your chest. you thought you were alone! you were supposed to be the only one back here! you swore this was some sort of attack.

— syzoth’s eyes widened once he realized you could see him. “i’m sorry! i did not mean to startle you! i was just—“

— “don’t hurt me! please! i’ll give you anything, just don’t hurt me!” you begged, holding your guitar tighter.

— “no no, you gave it all wrong. i overheard you playing and i wanted to watch you.” syzoth explained. you relaxed a bit, loosening the grip on your guitar.

— “so why were you invisible?” you questioned, still not completely trusting this stranger. you grabbed your song sheet from the stool you were using.

— “i did not want to startle you. you seemed at peace and i did not want to disturb you.” syzoth explained, having a seat on the stool. “this song you were singing, it’s one that hasn’t been sung here before.” he commented.

— you smiled lightly, leaning back in your seat. not a lot of people paid you any mind when it came to your new material. people just liked hearing the same old folk songs they heard before. no one was really interested in anything new.

— “it’s new. i wrote it amidst of the battle between realms.” you explained. “i wasn’t necessarily here when it happened but i felt it’s effects.” you shared. “i am glad you enjoyed my song though. the drunkards here don’t like anything new or fresh.” you half joked.

— you and syzoth spoke for a while, mostly about music. syzoth was just curious about what you did. did you only write music? was this your job? how did one create melodies as ear wormy as yours?

— syzoth listened to you, enthralled with everything you said. composing music was such a complicated yet interesting concept. he learned that wrote many songs that didn’t get played. some because the tavern wouldn’t let you play them, and others because you simply weren’t interested or confident in performing them.

— an idea popped into syzoth’s head. “you can perform for the empress!” he chirped. “empress mileena loves a good performance. perhaps you could sing your songs at one of her big events.” he suggested.

— though intrigued, you weren’t able to wrap your head around this. sing for the empress? that seemed too good of a deal. you weren’t so sure about this man’s offer, though he did seem genuine. he was the only one to actually listen to you as well…

— “sounds too good of a deal. how do i know this isn’t a scam? or a trick for that matter?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow at the zaterran.

— “because i would never leave anyone astray unwillingly.” syzoth replied, gently taking your free hand in his.

— you looked down at your hands, a small blush crawling onto his cheeks. “when should i be ready?” you asked, an playful grin on your face.

— syzoth smiled. everyone was going to hear your music now. he was going to make sure of it.

#syzoth #syzoth x reader #mk reptile #syzoth x you #reptile x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat headcanons

[lost-in-lamentation]

prompt 5 with mammon ? ty even if u don't do this one ! ^^

a/n: i just read the first few chapters of the new nightbringer season and i CANNOT stop thinking about this man

prompt #5: mammon + "i don't really know how to dance." "it's never too late to learn."

content: learning how to dance in mammon's room in the middle of the night.

no warnings but like last time, not really beta read. also tried my hand at a different style this time around.

fluff. mammon × gen!reader (you/your).

“that was a good movie,” mammon yawns from his spot next to you. the couch creaks underneath as he shifts his weight to the other side. 

“yeah, it was.” the time on your d.d.d. screen reads quite late, numbers back in the single digits as you stay up past the threshold of a new day. “it’s probably a good thing it ended up having a ballroom scene. at least i know what i’m supposed to look like tomorrow at the gathering.” 

mammon tilts his head at your remark. “you’ve been to plenty of his parties before. what’s new about tomorrows?” 

“the fact that i have to dance.” you sigh at the idea, face falling as you utter the word. 

the demon sits upright now, expression contorting as he tries and fails to see where the nerves are stemming from. “what’s wrong with dancin’?” 

“mammon, i don’t really know how to dance.” 

his eyes meet yours, sapphire glinting with sudden adoration and tenderness. “never too late to learn, MC.” suddenly the embodiment of proper etiquette, mammon bows to you, extending a hand in invitation. “dance with me. i’ll lead.” 

“you’ll laugh at me,” you hesitate.

“not this time,” he assures you.

you’ve always known your limits. you know what you can and can’t do, and dancing has always been on the “can’t” side. but perhaps, with mammon easing you along, you can surpass that limit just for tonight. your hand slides into his, holding fast and locking together as though your fingers were meant to be with his. mammon guides your other hand to rest on his shoulder before he takes hold of your waist. when you gain the courage to look up at him, mammon tears his gaze away from you. you can hear him muttering an excuse, but the close proximity has your heart pounding in your ears. somehow, you manage to choke out an apology (for what, you’re not sure), but the smile he gives you in return begins to soothe the noise that roars in your head. 

mammon begins, despite his prior embarrassment, to instruct you, always adjusting to your pace. your steps are slow and heavy, yet mammon remains patient amidst it all. you begin to harbour your doubts, brows furrowing as you try and speed up, but mammon holds you steady when you stumble, pressing a kiss to your forehead. his lips brush against your skin as he reminds you that you’re still learning. 

a part of you grows frustrated; you should have started learning earlier or refused to dance altogether. and yet, another part remains calm, soothed by the way mammon’s breath fans across your cheek. your steps eventually match mammon’s, bodies attuned to the ending music of the movie credits, and to each other. 

in the gentle glow of mammon’s room, you learn to dance. and underneath his touch, you learn just how much he loves you. 

a/n: i'm thinking he might be a little ooc here but idk i was just really feelin this vibe

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x you #obey me fluff #aris writes 🐈‍⬛

[hazybisou]

BEFORE HE CHEATS

fic

reader x mat barzal

summary: one night y/n catches mat cheating and leaves before coming back to teach her ex lover a little lesson about breaking her heart.

a/n: this is obviously inspired by “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood. every night i have this song on full volume and js pour it all out bc my ex sucked. also this takes place when tito was still with the islanders.

warnings: curse words, cheating, explicit content?? idk

right now, he's probably slow dancin'

with a bleached-blond tramp and she's probably gettin' frisky

you entered your shared apartment to find it very, very quiet. you knew mat had gotten home from running errands and normally, you’d hear him showering or shouting at the tv but today it was silent. you dropped your keys into the bowl near the door as you slipped off your shoes. you threw your bag onto the couch as you made your way to your bedroom.

when you opened the door, you weren’t prepared for the scene in front you. there, on your bed, was mat making out with some random blonde chick, naked. you felt tears prick at your eyes. “mat, what the fuck?!”

the pair quickly pulled apart. “shit,” mat whispered to himself as he scrambled around to put on his boxers, the girl covering herself up with the cover. you turned around and walked over to the couch to grab your bag. you could hear mat’s footsteps following you. “y/n wait..”

you whipped you body around, tears flowing down your cheeks. “no mat, you don’t get to say anything! i mean how could you! four years!” you shouted as you held up four fingers, “for four fucking years we’ve been fucking together a-and i come home to find you in bed with some other chick!? who the fuck does that mat! tell me!” you could see mat trying to come up with a response, “were you even thinking about what would happen before you got in bed with her?! or were you too blinded by the fact that she was standing in front of you, butt naked waiting for your dick!?”

silence. that’s all you got from mat.

you just chuckled before turning around, heading for the door as you slipped your shoes back on. “y/n please don’t go! i love you! i-i don’t know why i did it! please don’t leave me.” mat pleaded as tears began to fall out of the corners of his eyes. “you’re all i have here. i promise it won’t happen again, just please don’t go!”

mat grabbed your arm but you pulled it back. “that’s the thing mat, i can’t trust you anymore!” you shouted as turned around to face him. “i’m done here mat. i’ll be back tomorrow to grab my things. you can keep the place, i don’t care.” you opened the door and were about to walk out when you stopped.

you turned towards mat, “you’re a piece of shit, you know that? because if you don’t then you do now. have fun with your new girlfriend mat. hopefully she’s smarter than me and can see through your bullshit.” you turned around and started to walk towards the elevator.

“and where are you going to stay?” mat spoke up.

“with beau. i’m sure he’d be happy to take me in.” with that, you walked into the elevator as you clicked the button to close the doors, your figure disappearing from mat’s sight.

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you knocked on anthony’s door and a few seconds later it opened and you were met with his girlfriend, zoe. she had a smile on her face but it quickly faltered when she noticed your tear stained cheeks. “oh y/n…c’mere.” she cooed as she opened her arms for you to get into and that’s when you let more tears flow. “come on.” she said as she ushered you inside.

“babe, who is it?” anthony shouted from the kitchen but it got louder as he walked towards the two of you. “oh, y/n hey-what happened?” he questioned as he saw you both were hugging and you were sniffling.

“he cheated. mat cheated on me.” you explained as you began to cry harder.

“what?! when?” anthony asked as you all walked to the couch. you set your bag down and sat next to zoe as you explained the situation to the pair. by the end of it, you were still sniffling and crying. “i’m gonna kill him, i swear.”

zoe turned to her boyfriend, “you’re not doing shit, alright? not unless y/n gives you the green light to do so,” zoe scolded him. “as of now, you are going to sit and listen.”

“thank you.” you whispered as she held you close. you whipped the tears that streamed down your cheeks, “can i ask for a favor?” she nodded her head, “you think i could s-stay here for a while? just until i find my own place again.”

“stay as long as you need y/n, you can have the guest bedroom.” anthony told you. you looked over at him and smiled to the best of your ability.

“we’ll go get your stuff tomorrow while mat is at practice but right now, let’s get you to bed.” zoe said as you two got up and walked towards the guest room. anthony had stayed in the living room waiting until he got notice that he was able to go to his room.

you and zoe walked into the room and you placed your bag on the bed before turning towards zoe. “i’ll lend you some clothes to sleep in, okay?” she said and you nodded in thanks as she pressed a kiss to your forehead. you sat on the bed as she went to her closet to grab a set of clothes for you to borrow. you fell back and laid there, thinking about the past hour. had mat been cheating this whole time? surely he had to have cheated before.

you were too busy thinking, you hadn’t noticed zoe was back. “alright, here you go.” she announced as you were handed the clothes. “i’ve already laid out some things in the bathroom right across from here like an extra toothbrush, a hair brush, tampons, pads, whatever i thought you’d need.”

“thank you again. i don’t know where else i would’ve gone. you guys are amazing.” you thanked her.

“of course! you’re my friend and friends look out for each other.” she smiled and you hugged her before she got up and left, calling out for anthony. you changed out of your old clothes and put the tank top and shorts zoe had lended you on. you went to the bathroom and had brushed your teeth, wiping your makeup off. you tied your hair into a braid and made your way into bed. the doors were closed and only a lamp was on.

as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.

right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink

'cause she can't shoot whiskey

right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick

showin' her how to shoot a combo

for the last couple of days, you’ve been staying with anthony and his girlfriend. you had moved some of your stuff from your previously shared apartment with mat to anthony’s place with the help of zoe and him.

each night you’d be up looking through mat’s story on instagram and he’d be with the girl he cheated on you with. you found out her name was anna, due to him tagging her user on one of his story’s, where he had shot gunned a drink while she sipped on a margarita. guess she couldn’t handle the taste.

turns out, she had also posted as she had a video of him teaching her to play pool on her story a couple minutes later. she couldn’t even hit the ball properly but they were all intoxicated meaning no one really payed attention.

you hated it. the feeling of betrayal. the feeling of sadness and heartbreak. you hated how he has moved on so fast. especially with her. you couldn’t stand it.

you tried to ignore it as best as you could yet that feeling always led to tears being shed. you couldn’t just lay there and let him get away with causing you so much pain and heartbreak.

oh, and he don’t know

that i dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive

carved my name into his leather seats

i took a louisville slugger to both headlights

i slashed a hole in all four tires

maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats

you still has mat’s number. you had sent him a text saying you were going to pick up a few more things that you had forgotten to take over to anthony’s place. he replied with an ‘ok’ and that was it.

you had still had the key to the apartment as it had been yours previously before mat had moved in. you put the key in the lock and twisted the knob before opening the door. the place was clean. the shoes were in pairs and lined up by the door. the couch pillows were sat up straight. the kitchen looked fresh. the whole place was like you had it before mat had moved in. he was a bit of a snob when it came to keeping the house clean.

you walked into your old bedroom and headed towards the closet. you two has decided on splitting the space. you got the right and he got the left. all his clothing was there and you only had a couple t-shirts and tank tops in there. you couldn’t help but wonder where anna’s stuff had been. they were together after all.

you grabbed the remaining of your clothes and walked out of the closet. you couldn’t help but look around the place. it was organized. just how you had done it.

seeing the place all cleaned up hurt you. you mind would still replay the night you had come home to may sucking faces with the blonde chick, anna. you always felt the heartbreak and betrayal when you thought of it. your mind would play tricks on you, reminding you of all the happy moments you had with mat.

you couldn’t help it when all of sudden you felt your hand come in contact with the vase on the dresser. it shattered as it hit the ground. you felt tears slide down your cheeks and onto the carpet. that seemed to have caused adrenaline rush through the course of you body. it felt good.

i might have saved a little trouble for the next girl

a-'cause the next time that he cheats

oh, you know it won't be on me

no, not on me

you arm slid across the dresser knocking everything off. jewelry, cologne, books, and other random things, fell to the ground. you grabbed a pillow off the bed and looked at it before throwing it at the full-body length mirror and watched as the mirror hit the floor with a thud.

you walked out of the room and knocked random things off walls and tables. you threw the couch pillows off the cushions. the cuahions seemed fine. you hated it.

you walked to the kitchen and grabbed a knife before going back and cutting the cushion open. you slashed random lines into it before dropping the knife onto it. you were like a mad man. but of felt good. the anger you felt was leaving you body as you looked at the apartment. it was trashed.

the place had seemed like someone had plumaged through it. technically you did if you thought of it. you knew he’d be confused. you walked over to a drawer in the kitchen and grabbed a pen and notepad before writing down on it. you tore it out and left it on the kitchen counter. you walked towards the door with your clothes in your hand, opened the door and left.

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bonus +

mat had arrived late from a game that night. he saw your text before exiting the locker room and heading towards the rink. he gave you the ok and turned his phone off and the team left. he had arrived late due to traffic and was expecting to come home to a nice apartment where he could just rest.

if only he knew what he was too find.

he took the elevator up and walked to his apartment number and opened the door before walking in. he wasn’t prepared.

the place was a dump. everything was out of order. he walked further into the place and saw the knife on the couch. his attention soon adverted too the slashes on his (yours) couch.

the kitchen was fine surprisingly. he noticed the pictures that were hanging on the wall in the hallway on the ground, facing face-down. he quickly rushed to the room annd paused as he saw the state it was in. he looked at his closet and saw your things were gone.

‘so you really did come by?’ mat thought before heading towards the kitchen to grab his phone and call you.

your note was still on the island where his phone laid. he saw his phone and reached across for it. he grabbed it and looked around before noticing the piece of paper. he slowly took it and opened it.

it read,

‘had to take my anger

out somehow :( don’t

be mad

-y/n’

he knew he fucked up. yet he still did it. maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.

oh, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

oh, before he cheats

oh-oh

little angst?? idk 🤷‍♀️ i js write fluff but ya know… we gotta change it up a little sometimes. anyways enjoy this while i go to sleep for school tmrw bc i have a test that i will most likely fail. bye

#mat barzal #mat barzal x reader #ny islanders #nhl #mat barzal blurb #anthony beauvillier #isa’s works

[fieldofdaisiies]

paring: Tamlin x OC | type: angst | words: ~900 words | warnings: violence, abuse, domestic abuse | masterlist | for @tamlinweek

There's blood on the side of the mountainT here's writing all over the wall Shadows of us are still dancin' In every room and every hall

The bright green has long faded, the spark has long extinguished, his eyes now empty, dull, dead. Deep, blue crescents underline them and tears glisten within them. Pits of brutal, endless cold stare back at him, and somewhere within the icy eternity there is only regret, remorse, and pain. 

He grips the sink firmly, knuckles bloody from punching the wall and white from how tightly he is holding on. His whole body trembles, shaking so fiercely he is surprised he hasn’t fallen to the ground yet.

A strangled sob crashes into his ragged breaths, head tipping back, only so the sob can turn into a wail of pure agony and misery. Destruction.

He destroyed it. Her. Feyre. He broke her. Made her leave solely through his actions. She is gone and he lost her. She will never return. And he destroyed himself along with her. His own heart. His own soul. She is gone, and within him there is nothing but agony. Agony and remorse. 

Tamlin pushes off the sink, wipes one bloody and wounded hand over his face, brushing back a few strands of damp hair. He leaves the bathroom to return to the place where it happened.

His knees hit the ground first, shards of glass and wood ripping into open wounds that had no chance to ever close, to ever heal.

A cold breeze, like frost and ice against his skin, creeps in through the broken windows, howling as it blows through the empty rooms and hallways. Apart from a few sentries, almost everyone is gone. He is alone. Alone, broken, around him, where there once used to be sunshine and lush, blooming flowers, nothing but endless vastness, demolition and darkness.

Just like within himself. Tamlin knows that there will never be a way back from this. He destroyed it, her and himself, and there will never be happiness within him again, nor within his court. He failed as High Lord, as lover, as male. He failed. 

And the consequences…it isn’t hard for him to admit it. He deserves the consequences. For what he has done. And for what happened back then. For what happened to his mate. Reverie. He deserves it all for not stopping what happened to her. For being the reason why she lost her life. He deserves it all. All that is coming for him now, he deserves it. Losing Feyre. He deserves that he lost her. She shouldn’t have ever been bound to him. 

He deserves every bad thing, Tamlin thinks, for not being able to protect the few people in his life that ever truly cared about him.

He cries out — not from the physical pain erupting in his knees where now new and old wounds meet, but from the kind of pain that hurts so much worse. The pain that lasts, stays with you, haunts you day and night. It’s emotional pain. 

What happened here this day, what happened with Feyre, what he did to Feyre, it all stemmed from panic, from the panic of losing the person he loves. And it brings him right back to that fateful night centuries ago when he lost his everything. When he lost his sense of life, the sole thing that brought him comfort and happiness.

The night that changed everything. The night that made him turn his heart into stone, and the night that wrenched his soul. 

“Are you happy now?” Spit drips from the High Lord’s mouth, almost like venomous poison from a viper. “Is this what you wanted?” The High Lord stalks forward, grabbing Tamlin by the collar of his shirt. “Look at me when I am talking to you.”

But Tamlin can’t. He can’t meet his father’s gaze. 

The bloody wings on the ground, in the midst of the shards, are the only thing he can focus on. And the light within his chest, or rather, the absence of it. The light that has been extinguished. The light that no longer is. The feeling is dead and what is left within his soul is nothing but a deep, endless void – cold and dark. The bond is gone. Dead. And will never return.

Tamlin knew the moment his heart was shredded into pieces. When he could feel her pain through the bond. When he could hear her wail in his mind. Her sobs. Her cries. His father, knowing about their mental bridge, had made him feel everything. Made him see it all. Everything he did to her. He knew she was going to die that night. He knew she was dead by the time he arrived.

Tamlin’s vision is blurry with old and new tears, his body shaking so hard he is no longer sure he is sitting. Maybe he is floating. Falling. Landing hard, but it doesn’t matter. No pain will ever compare to what it means when your mate dies. 

“You brought this upon her.” The High Lord smirks and grabs Tamlin’s chin. “Mingling with the rival court. Wasn’t your silly little friendship with Rhysand enough?” His thumb presses down on his son’s chin, adding just enough pressure to make it painful for Tamlin while their eyes stay locked. “No, you had to fuck his little sister as well. My son, the traitor. Scum.”

With a harsh shove to his shoulder, the High Lord steps away. “Clean that up. All of it.”

Tamlin doesn’t remember if he nodded. If he said something. There is only the flaring, hot pain deep within his chest, spreading like a rapid, burning fire, lava blazing through his veins. 

She is gone. Reverie is dead. His mate is gone. Was killed. Was murdered by his own father. 

And with her, the bond died as well, leaving him utterly empty. 

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[theywhowriteandknowthings]

my number for your ask game is 48 👀

For my ask game 48: Dancing in the Dark – Bruce Springsteen Marcus Pike x Reader

Warnings: food and alcohol mention (blink and you'll miss both) otherwise it's just a fluffy piece I want to make into a series) @angelofsmalldeath-codeine I blame you for my Marcus P obsession. Thank you @noxturnalpascal and @beefrobeefcal for taking a quick look at this before I posted!

You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancin' in the dark

You groan as the final whistle blows. The Bulls played awfully all game and you can’t believe you wasted money on such a poor performance. At least you didn’t blow out on the court-side seats like you’d planned. Then you look to your left to see Marcus’ brow furrowed in frustration and you can’t help but smile.

He looks cute like this.

You think as you let your eyes roam over his profile, picking up the way his facial hair is growing out. He’d told you it was an undercover thing for work, and you had teased him relentlessly for it in the beginning.

But now that you let yourself ogle him you realise you really quite like it. You love the way his moustache grows out more prominently, framing his top lip in a way that just begs to be smoothed over with your fingertips. Then, there are the little sparse patches where hair refuses to grow, small enough to look stylistic – purposeful – but large enough that you know you could plant soft kisses and sharp nips that would make him growl.

Stop it.

You’re staring and your stomach lurches as you avert your eyes to the floor. You don’t notice the way Marcus’ lips twitch up as you do so, having clearly caught you in the act. You’re sworn off dating, and no matter how much you want to cross that line with Marcus, you won’t. You can’t get hurt again.

“So, commiseration drinks?” he says softly as he nudges your elbow with his. You look back up into those impossibly dark brown eyes and you nod a little too eagerly.

“Sounds perfect.”

~*~

The bar is packed with Bulls fans in their red, white, and black sports gear, and you’re lucky to grab a table just as another couple gets up to leave. Marcus is getting drinks as you sit, knee bobbing up and down as you tear an innocent coaster to smithereens. He weaves through the sea of disappointed patrons expertly, not spilling a single drop of either of your drinks.

“What’d the coaster ever do to you?” Marcus asks as he places your drinks down, scooting his chair around the table so your knees bump together as he sits.

Heat floods to the tips of your ears as you try not to lean into the friction through your jeans. You can smell the Old Spice deodorant that Marcus wears and, like always, it makes you weak. The citrus and sandalwood accented with the musky smell that you know is purely Marcus floods your senses. You lean forward, bracing your elbow on the table as you cradle your cheek in your palm.

“Sorry just needed to do something with my hands, anxious habit,” you admit with a grimace as Marcus takes a sip of his beer, froth clinging to his moustache.

“What’s got you nervous eh?” he asks as he leans in closer, the noise of the bar muting both your voices. You chuckle and point to his mouth.

“Doesn’t matter, but you’ve got something in your ‘stache.”

“Oh shit,” he laughs before running his tongue over his top lip, “Did that help?”

“No,” you snort as you grab a napkin from the holder, “Here, let me.”

You dab at his mouth, clearing the offending suds from his facial hair. You try not to read into the way his eyes hood slightly as he watches you clean him up. You certainly don’t watch the way his neck muscles flex and contract as he swallows heavily as your knees bump together once more.

“There you go.”

“Thanks,” Marcus’ tone is low, husky even as you pull your hand away. His tongue darts over his bottom lip this time as he refocuses his gaze on you.

There’s a tension in the air between you and you place your hand on his knee, testing the waters as you wait for his response.

“I have a confession to make,” he mumbles as his eyes dart up from your lips to meet your gaze.

“You been hiding something from me Pike?” you tease, hand still firm on his knee, unmoving as you wait for what you’ve been wanting to hear for months.

“Yeah,” he pauses and his plush lips twist into a grimace, “I don’t actually like basketball.”

Your heart hammers in your chest as you try and make sense of his confession. Your stomach drops as you feel rejection prickle under your skin.

“Oh,” you eek out, already feeling tears burn at the back of your eyes. You pull your hand away from his leg and straighten up, leaning back as you try to figure out how you’re going to get out of here without crying. You’d hoped Marcus was different, that he hasn’t just been taking pity on you. That he isn’t just humouring his single and desperate co-worker.

Maybe he’s just trying to perform damage control before you do something stupid like tell him you like him. Maybe he’s picked up on your pining and knows better than to string you along. Your thoughts continue to spiral so heavily that you barely hear his next sentence.

All you want to do is run away, get home so you can scream and cry at your pathetic self for getting invested in yet another person who wanted to be just friends.

“Yeah, sorry, I just didn’t want to give you the wrong idea.”

The wrong idea.

“No, it’s ok,” you wheeze as you feel your chest getting tighter, your breaths coming in shallow rasps as your vision swims with tears.

“Because I don’t just want to go to basketball games with you,” he says your name softly and your eyes lift back up to meet his gaze.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Marcus says with a soft smile as he leans forward and takes your hand in his and heat rises to your cheeks, “I want to go on a proper date with you, because I like you.”

Your brain short-circuits as you try to process the new information over the roaring in your ears.

“You like me?”

“Yep.”

“Like, like me?”

“Uh-huh.” Marcus’ face is twisted in an amused smile as he tries not to outright laugh at the bewildered look on your face.

“Fuuuuuck,” you wheeze as your fingertips drum on the tabletop with nervous energy, “Marcus, I like you too.”

“I kind of guessed, you’re not very subtle with your ogling.”

Your mouth hangs open as heat burns under your skin, your eyes narrow as you glare at him. You want to say something witty, quip back at him but you can’t. The only thing that occupies your mind is that Marcus likes you.

“So, what now?”  

“We could go out, get dinner, catch a movie, or…”

“Or?”

“We could head back to mine and order take-out? I know this amazing Greek restaurant that delivers.”

“I think you know my answer, Marcus.”

You stand and Marcus pulls you against his side as he steers you back through the sea of Bulls fans, your drinks forgotten. He leans in as you snuggle against him, lips ghosting against your ear as he speaks.

“It’s a date.”

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[tayrcse]

LOVE IS A COWBOY

✎ summary: JJ Maybank taught you what love is. He taught you what heartbreak was too.

✎ characters: JJ Maybank

✎ word count: 415

masterlist

Rough around the edges, stops you in your tracks

Wrecks you in the worst way when it looks like that

Knocks you off the horse, but it keeps you comin’ back

Love is a cowboy, mm-mm

You felt your world stop when you first laid eyes on JJ Maybank. He was a bit rough around the edges, but he had you captivated. Your world was never the same after you met JJ. Meeting him wrecked your entire life, but you couldn’t stay away.

You can wrap your arms around it, but you can’t make it stay

All the bad ones say they’re good, and all the good ones ride away

A little El Dorado, and a little bit John Wayne

You were never able to quiet pin him down. He was a free spirit if there ever was one. One second he was there, and the next, he was on another adventure.

Makes your heart feel like wild horses in your chest

Trying to catch, it’s like tryna tame a wild, wild west

And when I’m with him, it’s like ropin’ the wind

Love is a cowboy, mm-mm

The fluttering in your chest whenever JJ was around was almost unbearable. It was never as unbearable as being without him though. JJ was a hard one to catch. He was only ever around when he wanted to be, but every moment you were with him felt like you were on cloud nine. To you, JJ Maybank was love in human form.

Take you dancin’ in that neon, leave you cryin’ in it too

Yeah, gets ya drunk like whisper and higher than the moon

So when you get that feelin’, hold on to your boots

Love is a cowboy, mm-mm

The highs were the happiest you’d ever felt. Like when JJ snuck you away at midnight, the two of you dancing in the pale moonlight. The lows, well, they felt like someone was ripping your heart right out of your chest. Under that same moon, he left you alone and in tears more times than you can count.

It makes your heart feel like wild horses in your chest

Trying to catch, it’s like tryna tame the wild, wild west

It’s reckless and rugged, it’s sweet and it’s stubborn

Love is a cowboy, mm-mm

You were never quite able to pin down JJ Maybank. But he showed you what love was. Love it reckless and rugged. Love is sweet, and it’s stubborn. Love is JJ Maybank.

#Spotify #outer banks #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #tayrcse

[siempre-bucky]

kitchen dancing

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: soft domestic bliss, dancing around in your kitchen, and Jake watching fondly before joining in.

wc: 625

a/n: I love soft dad!jake. It warms my lil heart!

Something that people didn’t know about Jake was that he loved to make playlists for you. It was sweet and a nice little surprise to find a new one while he was deployed. You hummed as your earbuds blinked on, the sounds of your empty home faded and you pressed the playlist entitled: kitchen. 

You instantly smiled at the upbeat song and turned on your oven and grabbed mixing bowls from the white-colored cabinets. It was nearly impossible to fight off the happy feeling as you grabbed more things off the counter, your head bobbing along to the song. Oh God if your husband could see you, he'd never stop teasing you. 

You danced across your kitchen to the pantry, humming as you read the label and making a mental shopping list for next week before walking back over. Shifting on your feet as the chorus came in, hips softly swaying side to side. 

Your headphones were doing their job, you didn’t hear the front door open and a duffle bag hit the ground. “It’s quiet,” Jake murmured to the boy in his arms. “Mommy must be asleep.” He toed off his shoes and looked around the corner, his heart fluttering as he saw you dance happily in your kitchen. 

He never told you he made that playlist composed of all the songs he caught you dancing to over the years you’d been together. Luke giggled at you and put his head in the crook of Jake's neck. It made Jake laugh too, “You’d never know she has an air-to-air kill under her belt,” he chuckled to himself. 

“What?” the three year old asked. 

“Nothin’, buddy. Your mommy is just silly,” he said, creeping into the kitchen. He placed his hand on the small of your back and smiled as you jumped from the contact. 

“Jesus!” you cursed as you whipped around, taking out one of your earbuds and putting it on the counter. “You scared me,” you huffed playfully. 

“You’d scare the neighbors with that dancin’, baby,” he teased. Luke got restless in his arm, he started to bounce with a deep set frown. You happily took him in your arms and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

“Well we all can’t be like you, footloose,” you teased back, leaning back on the counter. A sly grin appeared on your face as your chin tilted upward to meet his pretty green eyes. “And don’t act like you don’t dance around the living room to The Muppet Babies with him,” you taunt. Hangman’s cocky smile fell instantly as Luke giggled like he was on your side. 

“Alright, alright,” Jake playfully gruffed and sat the boy on his feet, “go pick us out something to watch, bud.” Luke nodded eagerly and ran towards the living room, snagging a cookie from the jar on his way out. 

Jake turned his attention to you and picked up your ear bud off the counter, wiping it on his shirt before placing it in his ear. He wrapped his arms around you and walked you to the counter, picking up your phone and looking through the songs he picked. You smiled at the slow song that was coming through one of your ears. Wrapping your arms around his neck he slowly started to sway you side to side. 

He gently put his forehead on yours, humming along to the song. “I like when you dance around the kitchen,” he told you warmly. You nodded and looked up, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the lips. 

“And I like when you dance to The Muppet Babies with our baby.” 

“Who looks worse?” 

“You,” the two of you said in unison before you looked at one another feigning surprise.

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