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wildlife4life · 2 months

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Fuck-It Friday Coda

Tagged by the amazing @hippolotamus @jesuisici33 @wikiangela and @tizniz (who dropped a whole new fic!) Thank you so much! Hope you all are just as hyped for bi-buck as I am!!!!!!! Not much to say than what's being said everywhere for 7x04. Here is my coda this historic episode and it can be read on ao3 as well. Enjoy!

It’s never really a surprise anymore whenever Buck runs into Tommy at the 118’s favorite hook and ladder bar. Hell, before they broke up, Tommy took him to this bar on a couple dates. Awkward dates but dates all the same.

Buck is waiting for the latest rounds of drinks at the bar when a familiar hand lands on his shoulder, “Hey Evan.”

He whirls around and comes face to face with the very man that opened Buck up to whole new world. “H-h-hey Tommy.” He greets nervously, gaze flickering over to where his team, Maddie, Athena, and some friends from dispatch sat.

Tommy catches it and smirks, “Here with the entire crew huh? What’s the cause for this meet up? Didn’t see or hear about any big Buckley heroics over the radio waves.”

Buck finally catches Eddie attention, and his partner stiffens slightly at the sight of Tommy. They were all still friends, mostly, but after the pilot ended things with Buck, sides were taken… in more ways than one.

“You lied back then. In your loft, before I kissed you.” Tommy stated, staring out the hanger doors, hands shoved deep into his flight suit’s pockets.

Wretchedness gripped Buck’s throat tightly. He knew where this was headed, and for just the briefest moment he wanted to fight it. Fight for what he and Tommy had. “I didn’t lie. I wanted to get to know you, I thought-I still think you are cool, and I just wanted you see that.” His voice was high and tight with the brittle lie.

Tommy shook his head and Buck caught his grimacing smile, “Buck you need to stop lying to yourself and open your damn eyes. I have and you want to know what I saw?” His voice cracked with anguish.

Buck’s lower lip trembled, and he could feel the prickle of tears. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to face it. Because if he opened his eyes to what Tommy is seeing, the despair would be 10 times worse than what he’s facing at the time.

Always the bravest of two of them, Tommy scoffed at Buck’s silence and pushed on, “You weren’t vying for my attention. You never have. Evan you never did any sort of chasing in this relationship, I did. I so was blinded by how endearing and open you were about your best friend, that I failed to see you misplacing you’re confused emotions onto the nearest person showing you affection. Me.”

The tears began to flow when Buck shook his head, “No Tommy. I liked you; I just didn’t know about that part of myself until you showed it to me.” He tried defending.

His boyfriend snorted, “Liked. Past. Not present.”

And Buck’s heart dropped into his gut.

Finally, Tommy looked at him and everything in his stomach becomes rancid at the utter heartbreak on the older man’s face, “I’m glad I could help you embrace your bisexuality. Truly I am. I know how freeing it can be. But Evan, those feelings you’ve have for men, for that one special man have always been there and instead of facing them, you took the easy way out with me. And fuck man, it hurts. It really does.”

“Tommy…” Buck started, but Tommy’s hand gripping his wrist silenced him.

“Evan-Buck. Its-well it’s not entirely okay, but you didn’t know or see and neither did I. At least not until you came back from Chim’s bachelor party. You two couldn’t even look each other in the eye and you’ve been off since.”

That’s because he and Eddie got into the biggest fight of their lives during Chimney’s bachelor weekend. Because Eddie had been acting off since Buck came out, even though he promised nothing would change. Because Buck once again became enviously green when Eddie kept his attention on the private bar tender. Because Eddie looked Buck in the eye and asked, ‘Why does he get that part of you?’ in the middle of their screaming match that Buck still has no idea how it started but ended there. Because they both walked away, too scared to confront any of those feelings. Because Buck knew deep down, he wanted to give everything he was giving to Tommy, to Eddie and so much more.

“You are such a wonderful man Buck and I know it was never your intention to hurt anyone. But us being together, it’s destroying me and you and...” Tommy sucked in a sharp breath, “And Eddie.”

And there it was. Everything that Buck has been denying since Tommy confronted him in his loft. The person who was really behind Buck’s complex and confused emotions those few months ago. It was time Buck accepted it. It was time to open his eyes. It was time to let Tommy go.

Buck let out a sob and tugged Tommy into a tight embrace, “I’m sorry, I really am.”

Tommy sniffled, “You have nothing to apologize for Evan.” He pulled back and put Buck at arm’s length, giving him a wet smile, “I was more than honored to be your queer awakening and guru.”

Buck barked out a soggy laugh, “You turned my entire world on its axis man, but in the best way possible.”

“You’re a special one Evan and Eddie… god what you two have and what it can be.” Tommy shook his head chuckling, “I can’t stand in the way of that anymore.”

The younger firefighter stuttered out a breath, “I think that’s more on me than you.” And gets a hum of agreement from his now ex-boyfriend. He stuck a hand out, “Friends?”

Tommy didn’t even hesitate and slapped his own hand into Buck’s, squeezing tight, “Absolutely. Just give me some time, and yourself as well.”

Buck took two days after the break-up to mourn what had been his best relationship to date, to wallow in his unknown carelessness, and to confront those mixed emotions that drew him to Tommy in the first place. Then he packed his duffle and went to work.

Chimney was the first to confront him since Tommy turned down a night out at the karaoke bar and explained that he and Buck broke up. Hen followed because those two paramedics tell each other everything. Bobby reminded Buck that he was willing to listen before giving his shoulder a squeeze. Ravi seemed, relieved, but sympathetic. And Eddie pulled him into the tightest embrace asking, “Why?”

Buck didn’t give him the entire answer. Simply stated, “It wasn’t working.”

Months later Buck gave him the entire truth by taking a page out Tommy’s book and kissing Eddie senseless with a firm grip on his chin. Eddie, who was babbling away in his kitchen about not seeing what was in front of him and desperate to know if Buck is willing to give Eddie every part of himself, kissed Buck back with ferocity. When they pulled apart Buck finally told him why Tommy ended things, “He saw what we were all too scared to look at.”

That was almost a month ago and Buck is deliriously happy with his life, with his boyfriend, with Eddie. He doesn’t need to be weird or nervous around the man that helped lead him here. So, he winks at Eddie, telling him it’s all good, and gives his attention to Tommy. “No big newsworthy rescues. Though Chimney did rescue his 100th cat.”

Tommy shakes his head laughing, “An almost impossible feat.”

“Very much so.” Buck comments, “We’re here to celebrate Maddie’s promotion at dispatch. Officially a supervisor.”

“Hey good for her!” Tommy exclaims, “Honestly surprised it took this long. Her voice seems to be on all the major calls lately.”

Buck nods, “Yea. Would have been a different ending for all of us after the bridge collapse last year if it weren’t for my sister.”

“Man, you Buckley’s and your heroism.”

Buck blushes, Tommy Kinnard always the charmer. The other man smirks, knowing the effect he has on him still. “You look good Buck. Happy. Wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain firefighter that’s all over your Instagram lately? Hm?”

As if summoned by Tommy’s mere mention of him, a red Henley covered arm snakes its away around Buck’s waist and warmth lines up along his back. “Hey Tommy, good to see yuh man.” Eddie greets smoothly before nuzzling close to Buck’s ear, “Get that drink order in yet babe?” He asks just loud enough to be overheard by certain people close by.

The pilot’s smirk broadens, but gives a friendly slap to Eddie’s back, “Good to see yuh too Diaz. Been a minute.”

Eddie nods and his nose moves along Buck’s jaw at the movement, making him tremble, “It has. Maybe we can meet up to spar sometime.”

Before his bisexual awakening and the admittance of his true feelings, hearing his boyfriend make plans with another man would have sent him on a downward spiral. Now, thanks in part to Tommy, Eddie, his sister, and the entirety of the 118, but mostly himself, Buck is secure and at peace with his place in their lives, in Eddie’s life.

But that still doesn’t stop his big hearted, ever thoughtful boyfriend from asking, “I know I’ve only taught you the basics, but you could join Evan.”

Buck leans back into Eddie’s embrace and brushes his lips against his partner’s cheek, “Hmm. I’d rather go for the title on more equal grounds, and I really want to save myself the embarrassment of Tommy seeing my ass get kicked.”

His ex snorts out a laugh, while Eddie’s cheeks pinken at Buck’s innuendo of the actual kind of sweaty, half naked situation they want to be in. “Still shameless as ever huh Evan?” Tommy comments.

Buck shrugs, “Nothing to be ashamed of. My boyfriend is hot and I prefer to have my ass handed to me in more intimate ways. But you two can kick, spin, and punch your little hearts out. I’ll enjoy some time with Christopher, maybe even take him to a field and play the much superior sport, football.”

“God you really do not like basketball huh?” Tommy retorts with a shake of his head, probably remembering the first and last time they played, ending with Buck almost breaking Eddie’s ankle in a confused jealous rage.

“I won’t let him near anything orange and spherical.” Eddie jokes giving Buck a tight squeeze. “But if you are up to it, I would love to come over and go a few rounds. You do have a pretty sweet set up.”

The LAFD piolet grins, “Bring the Chevelle too, we can give it a once over.”

Buck makes a mental reminder to give the back seat of said car a good cleaning because the last time he and Eddie drove it out, Buck took Eddie apart in back seat and a t-shirt wipe down definitely did not suffice as ‘clean up’.

Eddie clears his throat, and his blush deepens. Yea, he’s thinking the same. “Sounds good. I’ll shoot you text and set up a time.”

Knowing the conversation is coming to an end, Buck flags down the bar tender before looking over at Tommy, “You should join us. Drinks are on,” He pauses trying to remember who lost the credit card roulette and laughs when it comes to him, “Drinks are on Josh.”

Tommy softens at the invitation, “Drinks with the 118, haven’t done that in a while. I’m in. Miller lite to start.”

Buck laughs, “Yea I know. Go join the others, Eddie and I got this.”

“Yea, I know you do. BuckandEddie, the dream team. Happy for you both, truly.” Tommy kindly states, then gives a shoulder pat to the two of them before strolling away to join the 118 and dispatchers. They faintly hear loud cheers and greetings when he gets close, their friends and family always happy to see the man who put his life and career on the line for them.

Buck places their drink order and when the bar tender slides away, Eddie pulls him back into his chest and growls into his ear, “You may not be green with envy anymore, but I sort of am.”

A shiver runs down Buck’s spine at his boyfriend’s possessive tone and knew all too well that their time at the bar was going to be short lived…unless.

“It’s no Chevelle, but the jeep is parked pretty close.” Buck breathlessly tells him.

Eddie gives him a wicked grin, “You want to take me in the jeep?”

“Wanna go for another title?”

I put in so many references from the episode and previous episodes too, as mini celebration to the 100th episode. Hope you all enjoyed! If you want to know when I drop coda fic go interact with my pinned post. Tagging (no pressure): @try-set-me-on-fire @devirnis @bi-buckrights @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @bidisasterbuckdiaz @rainbow-nerdss @daffi-990 @dangerpronebuddie @theotherbuckley @watchyourbuck @perfectlysunny02 @aroeddiediaz @loserdiaz @diazsdimples @fortheloveofbuddie @rogerzsteven @lemonzestywrites @evanbegins @bi-buck-coded @glorious-spoon @thekristen999 @spotsandsocks @sunshinediaz @lover-of-mine @hoodie-buck @elvensorceress @bucksbiawakening @giddyupbuck @goforkinard @bekkachaos @thewolvesof1998 @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @bibuckbuckley @honestlydarkprincess @doublecheekeddiaz @prosperdemeter2 @transboybuckley @nmcggg @monsterrae1 @missmagooglie @bigfootsmom @911onabc @911-on-abc @homerforsure

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bouncybongfairy · 2 months

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hi i cant get enough so ,, how would atla jet's first kiss go? and reader is someone who he thinks is superior to him and since jet comes off a bit awkward, reader tries to guide and teach him how to kiss

basically its js jet head over heels

First Kiss

Jett (atla) x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: You teach Jet how to kiss.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: NSFW Content, Dry Humping, Fluff

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Jet invited you to your usual hang-out spot tonight. You’d started seeing him a couple months ago and you really like him. Most guys give up the ‘i’M sO sWeEt, I LiKe yOuR pErsOnAliTy’ facade after a while but he was maintaining it well. Always hyping you up even when you felt like a slob. You also liked how he was so open about his hate for the fire nation. Like many people in your Earth kingdom, Fire Lord Ozai has torn your family apart. Your mother lives in dread and will never say anything negative about him out of fear.

He was the only person who ever praised you on how brave it was to speak against them publicly. Jet shared the same hate towards the nation that caused both your families so much trauma. This created a deep bond between the two of you. The tension had been running high the past couple times you saw him. Maybe it was all in your head but you’d like to think it was a shared feeling. The way you’d catch him staring with a smile on his face, trying to play it off like he was looking at something behind you. He was standing at the tree you normally meet.

You hugged him like you normally did, getting on your tippy toes and wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckled into your ear and picked you up just a little. You practically melted in his arms, not letting go until after he set you down. Once the two of you started talking, you didn’t bother going anywhere else. Simply sitting down at the tree and talking to each other about anything and everything. The conversation eventually grew stale, running out of topics. This seemed like a perfect time to shoot your shot.

“Maybe this is uh- only on my end but I really like you, a lot,” you laugh nervously looking down until he responds.

“No, I’m glad you brought it up because I don’t know if I would have had the courage to tell you that like you back,” he laughed, grabbing your hand.

“But can you actually tell me why you like me without mentioning any of my physical attributes?” you asked.

“Yeah: you’re really fucking funny and you don’t mindlessly agree with people to make small talk. You speak with purpose. That doesn’t mean I can’t also like you for the way you cock your eyebrow anytime someone says something stupid. Or how perfect your lips look when you’re trying to hide your smile,” you said, which obviously made you smile.

“Just like that,” he laughed.

“Can I kiss you?” you blurted out, not being able to take the tension anymore.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” he explained nervously.

“Let me teach you- or, can I kiss you?” you stumble over yours, trying hard not to make him feel pressured or uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I’m just nervous but I hope it’s not coming off as like- that I don’t want to,” he said.

Seeing that he was so nervous was endearing to you. The fact that he thought the moment he was too special to mess up made you feel valued. You leaned in and closed the gap between each other. His lips were soft and melted into yours. Brining one of his hands up and cupping your face. It didn’t take long for him to get the hang of things. Becoming more confident and swiping his tongue along your bottom lip.

Deciding to match his energy, you move yourself into his lap. Now you were holding his face, running your thumbs across his cheeks. Your heart felt like it was racing so fast, it could burst. A warm feeling spreads across your entire body. Both of you were breathing hard against each other's skin. His hands trailed down, running his fingers up and down your hips. Tracing the waistband of your pants, his calloused fingertips making your back arch. He adjusted his hips, allowing you to sit on his lap instead of hovering.

He groaned into your mouth as his erection brushed against you. Running your hands through his hair as you started rocking your hips against him. The kiss was getting more sloppy; your lips were becoming raw and swollen from the constant nipping and sucking. You pulled back, allowing each other to catch your breath.

Keeping your lips pressed against each other as you focus more on grinding. He was starting to buck his hips up against you, which made you moan quietly against his mouth. Reconnecting your lips and sucking his bottom one into your mouth. Pulling back and letting it go with a loud -pop- sound. Making both of you chuckle, breaking the intensity between each other. He pressed his forehead against your, unable to wipe away his smirk.

“Was that okay?” he asked, needing reassurance.

“More than okay, I’m finding it hard to believe it was your first kiss,” you laughed, moving the hair out of his eyes.

“Okay now you’re just trying to hype me up,” he rolled his eyes.

You ended up staying in his lap and talked for a while. Despite the fact that it was his first kiss, it didn’t make things awkward after. If anything, you felt like it made him more comfortable with being vulnerable during the conversation. You ran your finger down the bridge of his nose and eyebrows as he talked. Hiding the fact that it amused you when he stumbled over his words. Every now and then you’d interrupted him by melting your mouth against his.

Going further than a peck and working your lips together for a couple seconds. Laughing because you had to remind him of what he was talking about. After a while he walked you home, hand in hand of course. The entire time he was blushing, biting the inside of his lip; stopping himself from smiling like an idiot. He walked you all the way to the door and kissed your cheek before parting ways.

#jet avatar smut #jett x reader #jet x fem reader #jet x y/n #jet x reader #jet x you #jett atla live action #jet atla live action #jet atla smut #jet atla #jet avatar

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joi-me-hoi-me-noi · 2 months

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Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Nanami x Reader who is like Tiana (from Disney's Princess and the Frog)? I love JJK/Disney and the ship is NanamixTiana has been living in my brain rent-free.

A/n: NGL I LOVEEEEE EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT SHIP BRO!! TIANA IS SUCH A QUEEN!! AND WITH NANAMI!??? power couple... POWER COUPLE!! I ALSO LOVE THE MOVIE SO MUCH AND I USED THE ENDING AS A REFERENCE TO TIANA! but I got you boookie <3

NANAMI x READER

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It was Satoru's idea to invite him out to dinner since one of his best friends finally got the restaurant of their dreams.

"Come on Nanami. It'll be fun."

Kento, of course, is hesitant to go with him since Satoru's idea of 'fun' was different than his. Reluctantly, he entered the restaurant with his coworker's arm around his shoulder, leading him inside. There was live performance on stage while they were getting settled in their reserved seats. A beautiful person walks onto the stage, singing and dancing to the rhythm.

"That's them, right there."

Gojo tilts his glass towards the person on stage. They were absolutely stunning and had an amazing voice. Their stage performance was phenomenal.

"They're single."

Gojo whispers in his ear before leaning away and getting a stern look from Kento.

"Just saying." Gojo continues to sip on his drink, enjoying the show.

Soon the performance ended, and the lights come on. The band goes back to their normal hype jazz routine, and everyone resumes their conversations.

"Hey Satoru." He stands from his seat immediately, accepting the hug from the person.

"Hello Y/n, thank you for the invite."

Their e/c eyes shift to Kento, and he opens his mouth to speak.

"Good afternoon, Y/n. I would also like to tell you how much I appreciated the invite. I-I'm Nanami Kento."

Y/n walks over and gives him a hug as well.

"It's so nice to meet you, I hope you both enjoyed the performance, and your meal is on me. I did invite you to come here after all."

"I have money to spend Y/n, please, let us pay for our meals."

They laugh, lightly patting Satoru's shoulder and shaking their head.

"You have such a way with words, Satoru." A waiter approaches, apologizes for interrupting and whispers in Y/n's ear.

"Anyways, sit down and enjoy yourselves. I have something to deal with in the kitchen."

A sly wink is sent toward the two men over their shoulder as they walk into the kitchen area.

"I've never heard you stutter before Kento. You must really like them."

He simply just looks over at his friend and sips his water.

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The dinner was perfect, everything was delicious, and it was becoming late. People were starting to pay their bills and leave the venue.

"Hello again, I brought you the best beignets in all of New Orleans."

Y/n sets down a plate piled with pillow-like pastries covered in the right amount of powdered sugar.

"It still surprises me that no one has wifed you up yet. I still remember what you told me when we first met at your job."

They smile at that and goes to clear the plates in front of them.

"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

As they walk away with the dishware, Gojo turns to look at Nanami.

"Shoot your shot Nanami... My six-eyes can sense that you're making goo-goo eyes at her."

Nanami looked around the room. Everyone has left and they were the only ones in the room. For once in his life, Gojo was right! He shouldn't be nervous; he should go for it. They walk over to the table again with smaller plates and a smile still on their face.

"I brought you some smaller plates for the beignets. Is there anything else I could bring out to you or help you with?"

They looked between the two men; they really were the most stunning person he's ever seen.

"Could I talk to you?"

They smiled and nodded, leading him up the stairs and through the glass double doors on the right.

"So, what did you want to talk about, sugar?" They leans against the railing comfortably.

His heart did a small flip at the nickname as he approached them.

"I wanted to talk about you. I wanted to get to know you more."

He leans on the other side of the railing, right next to them.

"Gojo was telling me all about you during the flight, the drive, hell, even over dinner, he was telling me about you."

They laugh, throwing their head back and then looking at him.

"That's Satoru. He was telling me about you too, maybe he was trying to set us up with each other. He asked me if he could bring another person."

They turn their attention to the night sky and Nanami does the same.

"I want to get to know you more as well. I'd think it'd be fun to see where this goes. Especially since Gojo decided to talk each other up to the other person."

Nanami turns back to Y/n.

"Would you want to get a coffee, tomorrow?"

"I'd love to."

The two doors open, and they turn their attention to Gojo who had the plate of beignets in one hand and a half-eaten beignet in the other.

"These beignets are delicious Y/n." He licks his fingers after finishing the beignet.

"Thank you, Satoru. Leave some for Nanami now."

"No need to call me Nanami, Kento's fine."

A smug smirk appears on Gojo's face at that. Then, it widens when he looks down at the railing.

"I see you two have been getting 'close'."

He gestures to the part of the railing where Nanami's hand was on top of yours, brushing your knuckles softly. Neither of you move though.

"Well, we have a coffee date in the morning. Go back and get some sleep. Gojo will give you, my number."

Y/n leads them to the main area and Gojo pays for the meal.

"See you tomorrow Kento."

"See you tomorrow, Y/n."

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jupiter-letters · 4 months

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Dating Barry Allen would include:

Fem!Reader or GN!Reader TW: Mild Mental Health topics(Anxiety) No panic attacks depicted.

A/N: I've never really been a flash girl but tomorrowverse barry had me in my feelings. I did have a dream he wanted to date me really bad but I was like nah man I'm a superman girlie till I die. I tried my best with this one I hope it's alright!

Barry Allen, Mr.Loverboy himself. The man that you are. He's trying his best at all times. Despite being the fastest man alive he can't be everywhere at once. It'd be nice to be on a date with you and also stop criminals.

World's best gopher, you need something? He's on it! You forgot to get milk? Check the fridge. Your heater broke? Here's a new one! Sometimes he'll just drop off flowers or candies while you're at work. He'll leave them on your desk or in your locker with a little love note.

He loves to hype you up as much as possible, but he'll get really shy when you compliment him back.

Barry will bring home new recipes from all over the world to cook with you. It's one of his favorite things to do together, standing next to each other while preparing a meal. It's so simple yet so domestic. It's the little things that really get him emotional.

Sometimes he'll prank you, he'll tap you on the shoulder and bolt out of the room before you turn to look. He'll even move things around while you're cooking or working at your desk. You'll confront him and he'll just smile like this 😁

He'll use his speed to give you kisses, if he sees you while he's out on patrol. You'll be minding your own business and feel lips on yours. He might even leave a little flower in your hand.

Moving in together! He daydreams about that so often, you have to snap him out of it. He dreams of putting a table from IKEA together for you. For a big moment like this he doesn't put everything together super fast, he wants this to last. Seeing your home slowly come together brings him such joy and the best part is when it's all done. You both get to cuddle on YOUR couch, watching YOUR TV.

Dating him you guys become the same person, nothing is really "mine" or "yours" it's "ours" or "we". You guys are on the same page alot so when you're on missions on or not he'll say it. "Batman WE think we should go ahead and stop the meeting at the warehouse. "WE don't think it's a good idea." "OUR plan is much more productive." The rest of league is sick of you guys😭

There are some days his anxiety gets the best of him and he's glad you're there to calm the storm. He worries and gets into his head alot, Barry will want to call you and share these thoughts. It's helpful to him to get a trusted second opinion from the most important person in his life.

During the winter he'll put your hand in his coat pocket while walking down the street. Once you find your way into a nice warm cafe, he'll take your hands and caress them to warm them up some more. He'll just protect you from the elements in general, on a hot summer day he'll give you his baseball cap or just fan you off real fast. In the fall he likes to see you in your scarf under the red and orange leaves of central city park.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Please like or reblog if you like my stuff.

#~⋆｡°tales from the dreaming #dcau x reader #reader insert #barry allen #the flash #dc comics headcanons #dc comics x reader #dc x reader #dc animated imagine #dcamu x reader #barry allen x reader

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yxngbxkkie · 11 months

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change of heart (s.c)

first piece of my skz street racing series! i'm extremely nervous, and i really hope you all like it 💓

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

You're cleaning the ceramic cups when his loud voice echoes off of the walls. You resist the urge to roll your eyes as you glance in the direction of the front door.

A few other patrons glare at Changbin as he walks up to the counter. It's not every day that he comes here, but most people come here to study, meaning they want the space to be quiet.

"Welcome to The Crescent Café, what can I get for you?" You ask the dark-haired man with no emotion in your voice.

"It's nice to see you too, Y/N," Changbin says while keeping his eyes on the menu. "Can I get a medium iced americano?"

You nod your head, inputting his order into the system. "Is that all?" You follow up, meeting his gaze.

"Can I get your phone number?" He asks with a smirk.

"No. Your total is $5.46," you reject him with no hesitation.

Changbin releases a light hiss before shaking his head. "Come on," he whines, laying his hands on the counter. "What do I gotta do to get a chance with you?"

You purse your lips as the receipt for his order prints. "You'd have to stop being a dick to people around you. You'd have to be more considerate too," you mention while handing him his receipt.

He just nods his head, keeping his mouth shut. Changbin doesn't say anything else as you start to make his coffee. A part of you is surprised that he shut up instantly.

It doesn't take you very long to make his iced americano, handing it to the buff man once you're done. He doesn't stick around after he takes the drink from you.

You feel proud of yourself for knocking him down a peg or two, but you also feel a bit guilty for sounding so… mean. Your gaze moves with his figure as Changbin walks out of the coffee shop.

"You okay?" Your co-worker asks while placing a hand on your shoulder.

You jump at the sound of his voice, placing a hand over your heart. "Jesus, yeah, I'm okay," you mumble, giving him a small smile.

The guy apologizes to you while placing a comforting hand on your arm. "So sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," he chuckles, rubbing your forearm.

"It's okay," you giggle, moving to rest against the back counter. "You're just early. Cho said that you weren't coming in until eleven."

"Ah, yeah. I thought I wasn't either, but the event I attended was shorter than anticipated," Ji-ho mentions, his arms crossing over his chest.

"Everything is okay?" You ask him.

His gaze meets yours, and a charming smile graces his lips. "Yeah, everything's fine. Don't worry your pretty little head," he flirts, tapping the pad of his index finger on your nose.

You feel yourself blushing, dropping your gaze to the tile flooring. Ji-ho hooks a finger under your chin, lifting your head up.

"Would you want to go out Friday night?" He asks you, smirking a bit.

"O-Oh," your eyes go wide, and you stutter, "I, uh, yeah, sure."

He smiles widely as a customer walks up to the counter. "Great. Give me your number after our shift, and I'll text you the details and everything," Ji-ho mentions while strolling past you.

You keep your eyes on him as he helps the older woman. Did he really ask me out? You ask yourself, furrowing your brows a bit. You can feel the nerves beginning to catch up to you, and you let him know that you're going to take a quick break.

Once you make it outside the building, you release a deep breath. "I have a date Friday," you whisper before doing a little cheer.

"Are you sure this is appropriate?" You ask your roommate, a laugh escaping your lips.

Hana runs her hands up along your sides before resting her chin on your shoulder. "Girl, yes. You look absolutely fabulous," she hypes you up, patting the top of your head. "Plus, didn't he say to dress nicely?!"

You nod your head, looking yourself over in the mirror. You do look good, you have to agree. "Okay, before the confidence wears off," you chuckle while walking out of your bedroom, heading into the living area to put your shoes on.

"Get some!" She screams, racing into the kitchen.

Another laugh comes from you as you slip your black heels on. Hana comes into the room with two glasses of wine, handing one to you.

"Hana, I'm just about to leave," you tell her, pushing the glass back towards you.

She pushes it into your hands anyway, making you take it. "It's for courage, babe. Drink up," she clicks your glass before downing the alcohol.

You raise the drink to your lips, drinking the red wine steadily. You gulp the liquid down and place the empty glass on the table in front of you. A knock on the door echoes off the walls, signaling that Ji-ho is here.

"Okay, I'm leaving. I'll update you later," you tell her with a grin.

She nods her head and quickly dips back into her bedroom. You take one more deep breath before opening the front door. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of him.

"Hi," you greet him, meeting his dark eyes.

"Hey, you look gorgeous," Ji-ho compliments you, leaning forward to place a kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you," you blush, taking the hand he's holding out to you.

The taller man leads you out of your apartment building, making small conversations about each other's day. He stops in front of a sporty looking vehicle and opens the passenger side door.

"This is yours?" You ask him after slipping into the seat. Ji-ho nods his head before closing the door. You lock your seatbelt and rest your hands in your lap.

Ji-ho slips into the driver's seat and starts the vehicle. He revs the engine, the loudness of it startling you slightly. "Ready?" He grins, revving the engine again.

You nod your head once, and Ji-ho shifts his vehicle into gear. You grab a hold of the door as he speeds down the well-lit streets.

The ride lasts about twenty minutes, getting curious about where he's taking you. You notice a bunch of cars sitting in one area, the neon lights on each vehicle lighting up the parking lot.

"What is this?" You ask the man beside you, taking a quick glance towards him. "Where are we?"

"Street race," he tells you before parking the vehicle. Your lips part as Ji-ho gets out, gently shutting his door. He races over to your side and opens the door for you. "Come on. It'll be fun."

Your hands shake a bit as you slowly rise out of the vehicle. "Uh, you know these races are illegal, yeah?" You ask him, starting to feel a little uneasy.

Ji-ho rolls his eyes at your question. "Really? Are you going to be a buzzkill? This group comes here almost every night," he informs you, attempting to drag you towards the crowd of people.

"I don't want to be here," you truthfully tell him, planting your feet into the ground.

"Fine. Find your own way home," Ji-ho snaps before walking away from you.

You're honestly a bit surprised that he just left you alone. You look around yourself, feeling a bit overdressed for this kind of occasion. A slight gasp comes from your lips upon seeing Seo Changbin.

Of course he's here… You think to yourself, having an internal debate with yourself. "Do I really want to ask him to take me home?" You mumble while slowly making your way towards him.

He checks the engine in his vehicle as you walk up to him. The curly-haired man lifts his head, and his eyes widen once he realizes who you are.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" Changbin asks you, looking around while resting a hand on your forearm. "How'd you even get here?"

You swallow thickly and jab your thumb in the direction of the crowd. "Uhm, I went out with a guy from work, and he brought me here," you begin to explain, tangling your fingers with one another. "I-I asked him to bring me home, but he just ditched me."

"Who is it?" He asks, straightening his back.

"His name is Ji-ho," you mention with furrowed brows. "It doesn't matter. I was just wondering if… if maybe you could bring me home?"

Changbin's eyes meet yours again, noticing the desperate look in them. "Yeah, sure," he pauses, the corner of his mouth lifting, "but only if you give me your number after."

You scoff, shaking your head at him. "I can't stand you," you laugh loudly, turning to walk away from him.

A hand quickly wraps itself around your wrist, stopping you from walking away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Changbin apologizes while pulling you back towards him. "I have a race in five minutes, but after that, I promise to bring you home."

"You don't expect me to ride with you for it, do you?!" You ask him.

"I mean, you don't have to," he shrugs his shoulders, providing a small smile. "Although, I'd feel more safe if you were with me."

You bite your lip as you glance back at the group of people. They start to disperse, and you assume they're preparing for the race.

"If I scream to get out of your car, you pull over," you start while walking towards the passenger side of his crimson-colored vehicle, "I don't care if you're in first or last place."

Changbin places a hand on his heart after shutting the hood. "I promise to let you out if you scream," he swears, the two of you piling into the vehicle.

You can not believe that you're in Seo Changbin's car during an illegal street race. Hana's never going to believe you when you tell her this.

His car drifts around the tight corner, causing you to suck in some air and squeeze your eyes shut. "H-How does one do this?!" You ask out loud to no one in particular. "You're all crazy."

Changbin places his right hand on your leg before slapping it a couple of times. "Oh, come on. It's fun. We're having fun!" He says while squeezing gently.

You turn your head to glare at him, your knuckles beginning to turn white from how hard you're gripping. "Oh, yeah, I'm having so much fun," you almost growl.

He takes another sharp turn, and you almost bash your head off of the window. "Shit, be careful," Changbin's demeanor changes from amusement to concern. "You gotta pay attention, baby."

"Don't call me baby," you grumble, keeping your eyes on the road.

"You're cute when you're mad," he laughs while shifting his vehicle into another gear, the speed of it increasing.

You cross your arms over your chest for a few seconds. "Is that why you keep trying to get my number?" You ask him with a raised brow.

"I mean, it's part of the reason. The other reason is that you're so cute," he answers your question with his signature smirk.

Your hand grips his wrist that sits on the shifter, your eyes glancing towards the man. Changbin crosses the finish line in first place, and you release a deep breath as he starts to slow down.

As soon as he parks the car, you unbuckle your seatbelt before opening the passenger door. You tumble out of the vehicle, looking back to see others cross the finish line.

"Do you still want me to take you home?" Changbin asks you, leaning forward a bit to look at you from the driver's seat.

"Will you drive normally?" You almost plead to him, trying to get your heart rate down.

He smiles at you softly, nodding his head. "I promise," he places a hand on his chest.

You nod your head and get back into the car. The buff man beside you waits for you to get settled in before driving away. Silence fills the space for a few minutes, your eyes staring out at the quiet city.

"What do you get when you win?" You ask all of a sudden, keeping your gaze on the view.

Changbin hums in response while taking a quick glance in your direction. "Uhm, pride?" He chuckles, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel.

A loud laugh leaves your lips, and you finally look over at the pretty man. You give him a look, not wanting to believe that they don't get some sort of prize. "You're absolutely kidding?" You ask, leaning forward in your seat a bit.

"I'm being one hundred percent serious," he continues to laugh, turning his vehicle down a different street. "We all do it to be on top. You know how some guys can be. They get off on this kind of stuff."

"Gross," you laugh while shaking your head.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for the rest of the drive. Changbin pulls up to your apartment building, parking the vehicle before turning it off.

"What are you -" you're cut off as Changbin piles out of the car. You watch him race around the front before opening your door for you. "Well, aren't you a gentleman?"

You giggle as you get out, flattening the skirt of your dress afterward. "I'm trying to woo you," Changbin says, shutting the door behind you.

"Woo me, huh?" You whisper to yourself, feeling your lips perk up into a smile. He walks you up to the main door, holding it open for you.

"Thanks for accompanying me tonight," he mentions. "I hope it wasn't all scary."

"I…" you trail off while walking up the last step, tilting your head to look at him. "I had fun. The driving scared me a little bit, but you're pretty good behind the wheel."

You hold your hand out to him, deciding to give him your number. Changbin looks at your open hand in confusion before realizing what's happening.

"No way!?" He asks in a hushed whisper, shoving his free hand into his pocket. He pulls his phone out, placing it onto the palm of your hand. "You're actually giving me your number?"

"Yes," you laugh, typing your contact information into the device. "You're pretty cute, Seo Changbin."

"You're cute," Changbin mumbles, his eyes dropping down to your lips. "Would you want to come to the next one with me?"

You hiss before gently biting your lip. "Hm, I don't know about that one," you tell him, rocking on the balls of your feet. "I'll have to think about it."

"I'll take that."

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning on your toes to press a kiss on his cheek. "I'll text you tomorrow," you tell him after walking through the open door.

Changbin grins, nodding his head. "I'll be waiting."

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cornflakes7 · 1 year

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𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤!

Promposal with Crazy:B (seperate) x GN reader

cw: none! these headcannons are insanely sweet

𝙍𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚 𝘼𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞

he’d do the corniest, over the top promposal for sure 💀

i feel like rinne would throw rocks at your window to get your attention so he could strum his out of tune guitar while singing a sappy love song 😭

OR he’d make the rest of the members stand in a line waiting for you to come by and see them hold promposal signs while he lays there on the floor holding a rose in his mouth

it’s the thought that counts at least…

i would hope you said yes because i know bro spent DAYS thinking about the best promposal idea

you bet he’d be celebrating once you accept to go out to with him

he’d definitely tell hiiro!!! his lil bro would be just as happy as him

needless to say, rinne would feel like the happiest man on earth. you’re his one and only and he loves you to pieces

𝙃𝙞𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙪

he’d be so romantic with the promposal idk how you would say no

himeru would definitely invite you over to his house, intentions disguised as wanting you to tutor him

you’d definitely be confused too because like… why would someone like him need tutoring?

anyway, you decide to come and everything was normal at first! you helped him with his questions and also did some of your own homework in the mean time

it was until himeru asked you about a certain math problem which the two of you solved together

it was the equation to spell out the word ‘prom?’ <333

once you realize, you couldn’t help but smile at him while eagerly waits for your response

himeru had to make up this question just for the promposal 😭😭 that really is dedication

but in case you do say yes, he’d definitely be over the moon and would be smiling so much his jaws would ache… himeru was just too happy

you didn’t see this as a tutoring session but a study date lol

𝙉𝙞𝙠𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙞𝙣𝙖

i know he’d prepare you a dish hiding a little promposal note inside…

you’d be mindlessly scooping up the food until you see a small piece of white at the bottom of the bowl

curious, you decide to take the thing from your meal out with your hands

it was a folded piece of paper! after opening it, it reads ‘will you go to prom with me?’ with a small heart at the end

i hope you understood the note quickly because your future prom date would be standing behind you waiting for your answer

he’d be overjoyed if you said yes! hugging you and promising to put twice the love ingredient into his dishes for you

i also feel like he’d spend most of his time at the snack bar during prom night with you, eating while just grateful that he somehow pulled someone like you <3

𝙆𝙤𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙪 𝙊𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖

kohaku would be the most picky with his promposals out of the 4

he already has a huge crush on you and he just wants this promposal to be perfect <3

so he’d take inspiration from the internet for sure

it was at the point where he was about to give up because nothing seemed to be perfect.. until he found a chemistry promposal experiment

he started to do some research and start preparing for the big day, calling in the members to help with the experiment

they were like his personal hype men to support him ugh my heart

when the day arrived, he had sent you a message prior to meet him at the lockers at school, where he later escorted you to the science lab

he made sure your eyes are covered and made everyone get into position

when you open your eyes, you saw all his friends pouring chemicals into beakers which had changed colors spelling out a promposal

kohaku then later went and grabbed a teddy bear handing it to you, confessing his feelings properly while the members stood there and watched, all of them looking like proud dads

bro would be on cloud 9 once you said yes to both the promposal and his confession!

he’s so happy he thought he’d cry on the spot

extra: i feel like he’d have to pay rinne for him not to mess up LMAOO

#→ Hikaru writes !#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #crazy:b #rinne amagi x reader #himeru x reader #niki shiina x reader #kohaku oukawa x reader #rinne amagi #himeru #niki shiina #kohaku oukawa

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basketballanonsblog · 8 months

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Where we stand

You laid in bed, your mind restless and filled with warring thoughts.

You became great friends with Jihyo and the rest of Twice, ever since you met.

You remembered it as if it were only yesterday. After the two of you had left the bar, you stopped at a nearby convenience store for dessert. The conversation kept flowing naturally and you could talk to her for hours.

True to her word, she kept you at arms length but you meant what you said too. Whenever your schedules allowed it, you would agree to meet, whether it be in a quaint cafe or just you hanging out in their dorm. And you always bought her flowers, along with little gifts here and there just because "they would suit her".

A soft knock on your door brought you back to reality. Your brother peeked his head through to catch your eye.

"Is everything okay? I can hear your thoughts all the way from my room."

You sat up and hugged your knees.

"Just thinking and I can't sleep."

He sat beside you quietly before bringing you to sit closer to him.

"What's on your mind sis? Is it Jihyo?"

"How did you-"

"Oh please. I'm your older brother, of course I'm going to know. Is everything alright between you?"

"Yeah it's been great it's just that I'm not really sure if we're just friends or tiptoeing along that line of something more." You looked down in a sense of self pity at your situation, while your brother looked like you had said the most absurd thing ever.

"Hold the phone. You mean to tell me that after courting for her for a year, you still haven't asked her out officially?!"

"Hey!" You grumpily grabbed his pyjama top and frowned. "I would never rush or pressure her into something she isn't ready for. She did make it clear that she doesn't do dating, so I'll respect that. It's just...difficult to not know where we stand and what she's thinking."

"Well here's a bright idea, genius, why don't you try asking her?"

"Don't you think I want to?!" Your brain was too tired for this shit.

"Don't get angry with me." He raised his hands defensively. "You're the idiot who is telling their brother this at 3:30 in the morning instead of telling the person who actually needs to know all of this."

Once again, you scowled at your brother before pushing him off the bed.

"Get out."

He did as he was told but not before turning around with an annoying grin on his face.

"Love you too, my precious sibling. I hope you get the balls to ask Jihyo to be your girlfriend!"

"Oh, shut up." There was no real anger behind your words and you had to fight a smile.

You laid back down, pondering your brother's words. You knew he was right. You had to say something before it hurts too much.

-x-

You nervously stood outside of their dorm, trying to hype yourself up for today. Your brother had tried to give you a pep talk, but you were so out of it, the only words you caught were 'go get your girl, sis!' as you left the house.

The sound of someone clearing their throat brought you back to earth as the maknae looked at you.

"I was getting tired waiting for you to knock."

"Oh. Right...sorry. Is Jihyo ready?"

"She'll be out in a minute. You can come in."

You walked into the front room, and Sana sprung up from the couch and engulfed you in a tight hug.

"Hi y/n!" You also glanced at Mina and waved as best you could.

"Those flowers are cute! Are they for me?" Sana bat her eyelashes at you, making you laugh.

"Unfortunately no, but here." You pulled one of the flowers out of the bouquet and tucked it behind her ear.

"There. Now you have a flower."

She giggled and pinched your cheek.

"Ah y/n you're so sweet. I wonder if Jihyo would mind if I steal you for the day instead?" She said jokingly.

"Yes, she would mind." You whipped around at the sound of her voice, as she walked into the room.

"Hi." She smiled and any words you could've said escaped, leaving you to just shyly wave. Just like you did when you first met.

Mina came over at that moment, and took the flowers off you.

"I'll put these in a vase, but you two should get going."

"Right." You held out your hand towards Jihyo and grinned in return. "Shall we?"

She took your hand and pulled you out of the dorm.

Sana pouted as you left, sighing.

"I wish I could find someone who looks at me like that."

"I don't know unnie, I think you've already found them, you just haven't realised it yet." Without elaborating, Tzuyu walked off, leaving Sana to chase after her, asking what she meant.

~x~

"A fair?" You made it to your destination and at first you felt it had been a great idea but now, you wanted to sink into the ground. Nevertheless, you decided to stand by your decision.

"Yep. I wanted to take you here on your birthday but since we were both busy, now is as good as any time. I know it's a little...different that what we usually do but different is good sometimes right?"

She was quiet with a neutral expression, and you were just about to change your mind before she looked determined all of a sudden.

"Right."

Hours later and the pair of you had done just about everything you could there. You played games, making sure to win her prizes, ate at almost every food stall and took many, many photos. There was just one thing you wanted to do there, and that was go on the ferris wheel.

Which is where you were now. You had made it to the top of the ferris wheel and you were staring into the horizon, gathering the courage to say what has been on your mind.

"Y/n are you alright? You've been quiet and stiff for a while now."

Okay, this is it. Don't back out now.

"Jihyo, I-" You turned to her, and you felt like you had stopped breathing.

Jihyo was glowing. Literally glowing. The sunset had surrounded her in a halo of light.

"Wow." You exhaled and Jihyo tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. A sign of her shyness.

"What?"

"Jihyo, you're so beautiful."

"Yah y/n! Dont tease me."

"I'm serious." Neither of you said anything after that, the sound of your racing hearts was loud enough.

~x~

You walked together through the city, the sun had fully set, giving way to the clear night.

You just had one more stop before the day ends.

"So, where's this mystery place you're taking me?"

"If I tell you, then it won't be a mystery will it? Anyway, we're here now."

She looked at you, confused before actually looking at where you were gesturing.

"A playground?"

You nodded proudly.

"I know it's strange but just hear me out. You told me how you spent your childhood training for idol life, and you said never really experienced what it was like to just play outside in the park. So I guess for one day, I wanted to give you that. But you don't have to if you don't want to."

You looked down at your feet, while Jihyo looked at you with awe. She stepped towards you, and kissed your cheek.

"You are so sweet."

She ran to the swings, and you pushed her as high as you could. The sound of her laughter made your heart flutter.

Eventually, she sat still and you joined her on the other swing.

Come on y/n. Say it before you lose your nerve.

"Jihyo. What exactly are we?"

"Hm?"

"I know you said you don't do dating but I don't know where we stand." You held her hands to anchor yourself.

"Jihyo I'm in love with you. Every moment I spend with you, I keep falling. And I'm sorry to spring this on you out of the blue but keeping this bottled up started to hurt. I feel lighter after getting all of this out but please don't feel pressured-"

Jihyo embraced you tightly, before caressing your cheek.

"I love you too, y/n."

Nothing could wipe the smile off your face at the moment. Nothing.

You leaned into her touch, sighing with relief.

"I was so afraid that I would lose you if I said anything."

You reached into your bag and pulled out a sleek box.

"I have one more thing for you, as a late birthday present."

"Y/n...you've done more than enough."

"Shhh let me spoil you." You opened it and inside was a simple necklace with a Twice charm and a microphone charm engraved with their debut date.

"I know it's not some million dollar piece of jewellery, but I got this for you, so you'll always remember that all your hard work and sacrifices have paid off. And that if you haven't already experienced it, there will come a time where all nine of you will be standing on stage surrounded by your fans; and you will realise that you made it. When that moment does come, that feeling will never leave you."

You looked at her once more only to see that she was crying, which made you panic.

"Are you ok-" Jihyo pulled you towards her, and your brain short circuited as your lips connected. After a second, you relaxed into it and reciprocated.

"I must have done something exceptional in a previous life, if the universe has given me someone as extraordinary as you. Can you put the necklace on me?"

And so you did. The both of you admired it, and it was you this time, who couldn't resist stealing a kiss.

Not that Jihyo minded of course. In fact, she was eager to share many more kisses with you. And really, who were you to deny her that?

#jihyo x reader #twice x reader #twice fanfic #kpop fanfic

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iam93percentstardust · 3 months

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Pop Star Fics

In honor of the Eras Tour movie finally being complete on streaming, here's a rec list of (mostly) Stevetony pop star and pop star-adjacent fics 💚💛💜❤️🩵🖤🩷🩶🤎💙🤍 Anyway, we don't have enough of these in this fandom so I'm hereby declaring that we should all write more of them (I'm doing my part; I'm almost done with the Fearless era for This Life Is Sweeter Than Fiction)

Written by Others

One Step Closer by scottxlogan (E) Tony Stark was pushed into popstar fame by his ambitious father early on, but over the span of more than two decades Tony has seen the highs and lows of stardom hitting rock bottom in more ways than one. Through it all there was always one person that Tony felt was his saving grace. Steve Rogers was always the one that got away and no matter how many times they tried to cross that line into love they couldn't quite get there. As Tony's once close friend and brief roommate, Steve turned Tony's world around in all the right ways until fate intervened and they were pulled in separate directions. Now fresh out of rehab on his 45th birthday and looking to keep from making the same mistakes, Tony reflects on his past and follows his heart to new beginnings hoping that it's not too late to find his way back to Steve in his hopes for a second chance. -I love that this Tony is closer to his canon age. It's a look at the pop star life from the other side once you're not the shiniest, brightest thing on the block anymore. The smut is great, the romance is lovely, and the ending is delightful ❤️

Baby, Just Say Yes by betheflame (M) In a world where Tony's life looks a lot like Taylor Swift's, Steve realizes there always more to omegas than meets the eye. -Everything flame writes is always amazing, even the things I never in a million years thought I would like, but this is just so lovely. It's soft and sweet, and I love the take on second gender dynamics that flame explores 💛

at his side by areiton (M) He meets Steve on a Sunday, wearing his old Eagles jersey and shorts so short his Mama fusses at him, and he grins, tousled curls and a devil may care grin, bare-faced and bare foot. “Hi,” he says, and then, like an introduction is necessary, like the whole world isn’t learning his name, he adds, “I’m Tony.” -I love bodyguard AUs so much, and arei absolutely delivers with this one. Top-notch pining, great use of the non-linear narrative (which arei is always fantastic at, in my opinion), and I love how the eras were changed to fit this story 💙

Written by Me

This Life is Sweeter Than Fiction (series) A series of interconnected fics, following Tony Stark from his time as a country singer to the world's biggest pop star. Loosely inspired by Taylor Swift. -I feel weird hyping up my own fics, but if you're willing to follow me as I explore multiple relationships, second gender dynamics, and reinterpret the fandom's hatred for Tony after Civil War through the lens of the Reputation era, I feel like you'd really like this series. Like I said, I'm almost done writing the Fearless era, so that'll be coming in the next few weeks 💚

False God (E) The first time Steve meets him, Gillian has all sixteen dancers sitting in a circle on the floor of the rehearsal studio, where she makes them go around the room and introduce themselves. Tony is the youngest of them at nineteen, has two cats currently in his sister’s custody, and got his start in ballet before being so inspired by the 1989 tour that he cross trained just in the hopes that one day he could dance with Sharon. Steve had made a note of it in the way that he makes a note of everyone he works with, felt a little old because he had been a dancer on the 1989 tour and now this baby is saying he was inspired by them, and then gotten distracted by the next girl. -In which neither of them is the pop star! They're backup dancers for pop star Sharon instead, which I think is very fun of me 🩷

When Emma Falls in Love (G) “Nice?” Kamala exclaims. “It’s way past nice! It’s the cutest thing ever because his bracelet had his phone number on it! He was hoping to ask you out!” Tony blinks. Steve Rogers, All-American good boy and quarterback extraordinaire, wants to throw his hat in the ring? He wouldn’t be the first person to toss his name out there, but most of them have just tried to DM him or tag him in their posts. No one’s shown the kind of thought and effort that Steve apparently put into his declaration. It’s a level of understanding and appreciation of who Tony is and everything he’s cultivated in his career that no one else has put in. It is, to use Kamala’s word, cute. -In your life, you'll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team... or maybe not? Anyway, this is just a very fluffy romance with instantly smitten Steve and Tony 💜

Glitch (T) “Ms. Potts, my name is Steve Rogers, and I’m Justin Hammer’s roommate," Steve says. “Oh, what does that asshole want now?” she asks. “I don’t think he wants anything—except to make a quick buck and ruin Mr. Stark’s reputation.” -This is a pop star AU in the loosest definition of the word. Tony is a pop star but he doesn't get to do anything pop starry things in this AU. It's mostly about Steve, but if you like throwing popcorn at the screen whenever Justin Hammer shows up, people getting their comeuppance, and Steve being the standup guy he is, then this is the fic for you 🖤

Death by a Thousand Cuts (T) “Tony?” Pepper asks, and he can tell just by the look on her face that whatever she has to tell him, it isn’t good. “What?” he asks. She looks uncharacteristically hesitant. Pepper isn’t supposed to be hesitant. She’s supposed to be barge-in, guns-blazing, unapologetically confident. “The news leaked,” she says eventually. -One of my favorite tropes, breaking up and making up! Idk I just really like writing stories where neither of them did anything wrong, they just couldn't work things out in those circumstances, but turns out being apart is even worse 🩶

Aaaaand a bonus winteriron fic for you!

Kissed by a Muse (E) Two years ago, Bucky returned home from the war, disillusioned, injured, and angry. Two months ago, he started working at Rogers Records, recording other bands when all he wants is for his band to be the one performing. Two minutes ago, he ran into a mysterious stranger at the grocery store who argued with him over the last box of Eggos, kissed him, and ran off with the waffles. And now he can't stop thinking about him. Bucky sees him everywhere: on the album cover he's recording, walking by his sound booth. And then, as he's staying late at work one night, he hears someone singing down the hall. But that can't be right - because that's his song, one that he's never performed for anyone. He isn't really surprised though to find that it's the stranger who kissed him in the grocery store that night. Only someone who can seemingly appear and disappear like this stranger can could possibly be singing a song he's never sung for anyone. The stranger offers him a chance: a chance to get his life back on track, to perform for the owner of the biggest record company in the world, a chance to get his band back and make it big. With an offer like that, how could Bucky refuse? -If you're familiar with the 1980s film Xanadu with Olivia Newton John, Gene Kelly, and that guy from The Warriors, this is that but with Bucky and Tony being, well, Bucky and Tony 🤎

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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One Night Of Sin...

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 7,453 words

Warning: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Oral (f receiving and m receiving)), some light fingering, teasing, dirty talk, praise, use of the word whore and slut, rough fucking, one night stand, tons of cursing, typical Elvis stuff.

Author’s Notes: Ahhh, okay, I really love this story that I came up with because of that picture of him and just this song in general, the reader is a bit different in this story than my others, you aren't a huge fan of Elvis and don’t see the hype in him, which only makes him more interested in you and he keeps pushing until you give in to him. I hope you guys enjoy it and I can’t wait to hear your thoughts! Also, what do we think about this becoming a mini series in the future? Possibly spelling errors!

One night with you, is what I’m now praying for….

You had taken a trip to Vegas with your best friend and she had gotten the two of you a pair of tickets to see the one and only, Elvis Presley at his midnight show, you had enjoyed some of his music and you thought he was an attractive guy, but you didn’t fawn over him like most women did and your friend was huge fan, so you agreed to go because it was like once in a lifetime type of thing. The show was going to start in less than two hours, and you still hadn’t come to a decision on what to wear, so you sorted through your suitcase looking at the different choices you bought, finally deciding on black mini dress, paired with some brown suede knee high boots and a brown suede jacket, adding few pieces of jewelry to pull the outfit together. You decided to wear your hair down and just a touch of makeup. By time you had gotten ready the time had flown by and the show was going to be starting in an hour, and your friend was already rushing you out the door with her even though you are staying at the International, so you didn’t see the big deal. But she wanted to get downstairs just in case any members of Memphis Mafia happened to walk by because they were pretty good with picking girls out to go backstage to meet Elvis and she wanted the two of you to be those girls.

As you were in the elevator, they had pictures of him plastered all over you couldn’t walk anywhere in the hotel without seeing a photo of him somewhere or some kind merchandise, you found it to be a bit much. “They really make sure that you don’t forget the great Elvis Presley is here.” you say in a bit of a snarky tone, followed by a small laugh. “He’s everything, of course! I’m telling you’re going to have a good time. He’s a wonderful performer and it doesn’t hurt that he’s sexy too.” She said with a laugh. You shook your head at him, rolling your eyes with a smirk. Once the elevator opened onto the showroom floor, you both walked out together arm and arm as she continued to obsess over him, which just made you laugh. You decided to get a few drinks at the bar before the start of the show, seeing the crowd that was forming and the women going crazy to buy all types of merch and at the ready for when they pick the girls to go backstage after the show, it was practically a madhouse and you just watched it all in curiosity, wanting to know what you were missing when it came to him that you weren’t acting the same way. Was there something wrong with you? Or were you really the only sane woman here.

As you both sipped your drinks, your friend continued to case the room, searching for any sign of the Memphis Mafia, and without missing a beat and nearly spitting out her drink she pointed out a few of the members walking through the small lobby and she grabbed a hold of you, dragging you with her as she rushed over to them, almost making you spill your drink. You had to give it to her though she meant business the way she was fighting her way through the other women with you following behind and once she was able to approach them that’s when they started picking out women they thought Elvis may like to have backstage, you casually stood there sipping your drink in the crazy crowd of women, not expecting to be picked, but fully supporting your friend if she had. As they went through picking a few girls your friend happened to be one of them and then they got over to you, and you looked nonchalant about the whole ordeal, and the guy making the decisions, who you soon find out was Joe Esposito, smirked at you and you narrowed your eyes at him wondering what that smirk was for and then he suddenly chose you as well, which you thought had to be a mistake at first, but your friend soon confirmed his decision with her excitement that you got picked and he made sure to get the seats that everyone was sitting that so they could escort you right backstage once the show was over.

“Oh my god, this is perfect! We both got picked and we’ll get to meet him!” she said happily. “Why me, though? Did you see the look he gave me before he picked me? What was that about??” you questioned. “Oh, I’m sure it was nothing.” She said. It was time for the show to start and you all rushed into the showroom, everyone in a hurry to get to their seats, your friend included and once you were had found your seats that were surprisingly very good seats and close to the stage as well. She must have paid buttload of money for these seats. Once everyone had been seated, the lights were turned down low and the intro to, “That’s All Right” began to play and suddenly the man himself began to strut out onto the stage in his fancy suit that hug his body in all the right ways and the roar of the crowd was like no other when he came out and began to perform the song, as the show went on the crowd only got wilder and women were flying out of their seats and trying to make it to the stage, you couldn’t help but laugh, but you hated to admit that he really did have a hell of a stage presence that just oozed sex the entire time, that at some moments he had you ready to hop out of your seat, but you refused to be one of those women, but you weren’t happy that he was making you feel the way he did, you chewed the inside of your cheek watching him on stage, being cheeky and bashful by his own sexiness that he knew he had. He knew what he was doing to all these women.

The show was coming to end and he was closing it with ‘Love Me Tender and you watched as he leaned down to kiss multiple women in the crowd and the women running up to try to get a kiss, and your friend being one of them, you were shaking your head in disbelief and just laughing to yourself that he was actually doing this, back to back he was kissing women and at one point he wasn’t even singing the song anymore. That only caused you to laugh more and watching your friend in desperation trying to get his attention for a kiss and she got lucky because he made his way to her and gave her one, you smiled knowing that just made her entire world and that it’s all you’re going to be hearing about for the next few days, or years. The show finally came to an end, and you watched as she made her way back over to you, nearly on the verge of passing out and her face so flush. She plopped down in her seat and you looked over at her, trying to hide your laughter. “Is he a good kisser?” you asked with a smirk. “I don’t remember… I think I died the moment he kissed me.” She said breathless. You burst out laughing and shaking your head at her. “You’re too much.” You said.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw that man again coming to your seat and he was gesturing you for you both to follow him and you both got him and followed behind him with group of other girls backstage, all of them chatting amongst one another about how much they love him and how hot he looked tonight. You wanted to blurt out those same thoughts, but held back from doing so, but you really loved the show and loved how sexy he looked. Your guide brought you all to a room and finally introduced himself as Joe Esposito and he was offering you all drinks and snacks. “I’m going to have you ladies wait here and once Elvis is ready, we’ll take you to the other room.” He said with a smile before he headed out. You didn’t know how to feel right now, your heart was racing which you didn’t know why, and you were having a pep talk with yourself in your head, not wanting to become like the rest of his fangirls. He’s just a guy who happens to be handsome and very talented with a voice of an angel... Shit... No, no big deal.

The minutes ticked by quickly and before you knew it Joe was coming back and telling you all to come with him, you all followed him out and into this other room where the rest of the members of the Memphis Mafia were and the man everyone was there to see, his back was turned, and he was in a completely different outfit now. “Hey, EP, I got some girls here to meet ya.” Joe said and you watched as Elvis turned around and you felt like your face said it all. You were stunned by how hot he looked. He was wearing black suit with a white high collar shirt, a few of the buttons opened at the top revealing parts of his chest and you couldn’t help but notice the chest hairs that stuck out. His suit was paired with a small belt around his waist and a few rings on his fingers, a simple look but also very Elvis Presley, it was rather big on him, but hugged him in all the right places, that it had you staring at him much longer than you liked. He looked like some sort of sexy vampire. You hated how much it was attracting you and you watched as he walked over to you all, a sly smirk on his lips. “Hello, ladies..” he said in that southern drawl of his the words coming out like silk. But before he could say anything else they were all over him, telling them how much they loved the show and what big fans they were, and wanting him to sign stuff. Which he did without a problem. You slowly moved into the background of all the chaos that surrounded him, letting your friend enjoy her moment.

You couldn’t help but watch him and how much he enjoyed the women fawning over him, with that stupid smirk on his face, he was eating it all up, loving the attention. As you stood back another one of his guys began talking to you, practically flirting and though you weren’t interested you spoke with him anyway, introducing himself as Sonny. “I’m Y/N.” you say softly. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He said with such confidence. You laughed off his advances. “Thank you.” You said kindly. As he continued to speak with you, you hadn’t noticed that Elvis had broken away from the crowd of women around him for a moment and out of the corner of your eye you saw another man approaching you and you looked up to see it was Elvis himself, towering above you, you swallowed slowly at the sight of him. He really was more handsome in person. “Well, who do we have here?” he said with a grin, eyeing you up and down, practically undressing you with his eyes. You notice Sonny suddenly walk away now, shaking his head. “What’s your name, honey?” he said staring directly at you as you stared back at him. “Uh.. I’m.. Y/N.” you said nervously. “Why ya hidin’ out over here? Didn’t you want an autograph too?” he asked. You wanted to roll your eyes at him, assuming you were like his fangirls. “No, I’m only here because one of those girls is my best friend.” You said, pointing her out to him. He glanced over at her and then back at you.

“I see, well, Joe certainly knows what I like…” he said with a chuckle, that sly smirk dancing across his lips. “Excuse me?” you say to him, raising an eyebrow. “Aw, nothin’, honey. All I mean is you’re the kind of girl I go for is all.” He said with a shrug. “Go for? Go for? Yeah, no, I’m okay.” You said with a scoff, pushing past him and shaking your head at the nerve of him. You walked over to your friend who was talking with some of his guys after the other girls had left and you nudged her a bit. “Can we go now?” you whispered, glancing over at Elvis who was staring at you intensely, still smirking at you, he could tell you were going to play hard to get and that was fine with him, he liked a challenge. Your friend nodded at your question as you both turned around were heading toward the door, Elvis walked over to the both of you, stopping you in your tracks, he knew what game to play with you and knew exactly how he’d get you into his bed by the end of night. “How’d you ladies like to come up to my suite to hangout for a bit?” he said with a smile. You shook your head a bit. “Oh my gosh, really? We-“ but before your friend could finish her sentence you were interrupting her. “We can’t. We have that uh... thing tomorrow in the morning.” You say, looking at her and trying to communicate with your eyes that you didn’t want to. “What thing?” she said confused. “You know the thing we really wanted to do. We must be up for.” You said more sternly. He chuckled softy. “Well, I’m sure whatever this thing is, I’ll have y’all back to your room in no time. I promise.” He said with a grin.

Your friend turned to you with a begging look on her face. “Come onnnnn.. It’ll be fun.” She said. You glanced up at him and he was still staring at you, and you glanced back at her, sighing softly. “Fine, but we won’t be staying long.” You said to him with a bit of attitude. “Yes, ma’am...” he said with a chuckle. “Hey, fellas let’s move this upstairs.” He said, putting his sunglasses on and everyone got up and Elvis himself escorted you both upstairs while his men followed closely behind as his bodyguards, you felt him slip his arm around your waist as he led the way with the two of you by his side, you tried to move away, but deep inside of you way deep, you were screaming inside that he was touching you. You don’t understand what that concert did you, but you certainly felt uncontrollable around him, but also annoyed that he thought he could just say a few words with that low voice of his and southern accent and that you’d just fall to your knees for him. What a joke. Once you all made it up to his suite and inside you couldn’t help but marvel at how big it was and fancy it was, you caught him looking at you and you cleared your throat, pretending that it was no big deal. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

Once again you stood off to the side next to your friend, watching everyone get comfortable and a few of the guys chatting your friend up again, different conversations happening at once and Elvis who just sat on the couch, and took his glasses off, just sitting there watching you and you glancing over at him every so often because you could feel his eyes on you the entire time. He was smiling this time as he watched you silently and now your eyes were meeting and you rolled them a bit as you tried your best not to look at him, but he just made it impossible especially with his eyes that were so blue that you couldn’t help but look at him, you felt yourself becoming slightly flustered because of him and his annoying staring. So, you decided to confront him, getting up from your seat and marching over to where he was sitting and he sat up a bit, his smile wider now. “What are you staring at?” you asked in an annoyed tone. He grinned at your words, licking his lips a bit. “Just admiring a pretty girl.” He said smoothly. You rolled your eyes at him. “Come on, honey, stop being that way, sit down with me.” He said, patting the seat next him. “Please?” he pleaded. You reluctantly sat beside him, trying your best to keep your distant from him. “Listen, I’m sorry if I came off too forward downstairs with ya. I meant no harm.” He said sincerely. “You just caught my eye and I think you’re beautiful.” He said, moving a bit closer to you. You did your best not to blush at those words, you felt so disappointed in yourself that this man really had the ability to do this. Suddenly you felt like one his fans that melted at the sound of his voice.

“Well, thank you for the apology and the compliment. But please don’t tell me that actually works on women?” you asked him, raising an eyebrow. He laughed at your words, shrugging a bit. “Sometimes it does, well... most of the time. But I see it’s going to take some time for you to warm up to me. But I guarantee that you will by the end of the night.” He said with a smirk. “You are just so confident in yourself, I see.” You said with a small laugh. “Nah, I just know you’re playin’ hard to get. But I can truly see how I make you feel.” He said as he scooted even closer to you, his arm resting behind you on the couch. You couldn’t even look at him now, how could he possibly see that? Now you were becoming nervous, not wanting to face him knowing you’d fall into that trap of his with those eyes and that curled up grin of his. But his assumption would soon be correct as the night went on and he continued to chat you up and letting you get to know him more; you slowly began to relax a bit on the couch to the point that you hadn’t realize his arm was around your shoulders.

You began to realize that he wasn’t that all bad of a person the more he talked which, he did most of the talking, asking you questions about your life here and there. But you got to know him a lot in the small frame of time that you had been sitting next to him, he was actually pretty respectful and decent guy, who was quite deep as well and filled with a ton of passion for what he does. You felt you had misjudged him a bit, thinking he was just some womanizer who was starved for attention from his female fans. You admittedly kind of liked him. After a while your friend came over to you saying she was getting tired and that the two of you should go, you agreed getting up from the couch and thanking Elvis for his hospitality and Elvis got up as well, grabbing a hold of your wrist.

“Stay the night with me.” He said. You looked at him like he was crazy. “No, I should probably go.” You said and suddenly your felt your friend nudge you and you looked at her and then she grabbed a hold of you, your wrist slipping out of Elvis’ grasp. “Are you crazy, Y/N?! If Elvis Presley asks you to stay, you stay.” She whispered. “Are you joking? I can’t stay up here with him. Especially not alone.” You whispered back and Elvis just stood by the couch watching the two of you whispering back and forth and suddenly your friend was shoving you back over to him. “She’s going to stay.” She said with a big smile. You narrowed your eyes at her, Elvis just chuckling to himself. “Thank you.” He tells her. “Hey, Sonny make sure her friend gets to their room safety.” He orders. You watched as she left with Sonny.

His attention turning back to you with a grin, and you tried your best to put on a smile, but really you were nervous, nervous about the possibility of being alone with him, the possibility of not being able to control yourself with him. “You don’t mind staying the night with me, do ya?” he said, those eyes of his staring deep into yours, you almost didn’t know how to answer. “No, no, not at all.” You said softly. “Good. I’m gettin’ a bit-tired guys, so I think I’m going to call it a night.” He announced and all of them wasted no time getting up the moment he said that, and you watched as each of them left one by one until it was just the two of you. You couldn’t believe you let your friend talk you into this, this was not something you did, and you were shocked that it was happening with Elvis. You stood in place, watching him make his way to the bedroom and he turned back to look at you. “Well, don’t just stand there, honey. Come on.” He said gesturing for you to come with him. You took a deep breathe, not knowing what to expect or why he even chose you. You took another sharp inhale and then exhaling, and you followed behind him to his bedroom.

You looked over his bedroom which was just as fancy as the rest of the suite and immediately noticing how cold it was, you stood there silently, watching him grab his pajamas and then he grabbed you something to wear as well, it was one of his dress shirts, handing it to you. He nodded toward the bathroom. “Go change into that, honey.” He said with a smile. “Elvis, I… What’s about to happen here?” you asked him, knowing you probably sounded stupid. He walked over to you, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulled you close to him. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya, baby, I promise. I just want you to spend the night with me.” He said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. The way he spoke you couldn’t help but believe him, he just had this way about him, he made it impossible to resist him. You nodded slowly at his words. “Okay...” you said softly, so obediently, and he let go of your waist and you slipped away into the bathroom, stripping off your clothes to change into the shirt he gave you. He got out of his own clothes and changed into his silk black pajamas, climbing into bed, and waiting for you. Once you had his shirt on, it hardly covered your panties that you kept on, leaving a few buttons undone. You were sure you were going to do more than just lay there with him, you looked in the mirror as if you were giving yourself a pep talk. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, I guess…

This was so out of your element, and you would never let a man talk you into bed with him as easily as Elvis had, but you felt like you couldn’t say no to him, and part of you didn’t even want to, part of you was curious what it would be like with him, he had pulled you in with his performance, with his looks with that outfit he was wearing tonight and more importantly his charm. You so badly wanted to dislike him, but you couldn’t. No wonder the women fawned over him, but it seemed he liked the women who didn’t easily fall to his every whim, because he wasn’t going to let you off that easy, he liked that you refused to give in to him, that you made him work for it. It turned him on. “What’s taking you so long in there, baby?” you heard him call out to you. “I’ll be right out!” you shouted back, turning on the faucet, splashing cold water on your face and then you shut it off, drying your face with a towel and then slowly walking out of the bathroom, he sat up the moment you walked out, smiling, you were feeling a bit shy that your lower body was on display for him, and you slowly climbed into his bed with him. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.” he muttered softly. “Thank you.” You said with a small smile. “Lay down, baby, I ain’t gonna bite.” He said with a chuckle. You were a bit hesitate at first but then eventually laid down beside him and he moved to lay closer to you, turning onto his side so he was facing you, one of his hands delicately running up and down your thigh, you pursed your lips together for a moment at his touch. “I’m really glad your friend pushed you to stay.” He said. “Well, I didn’t have choice she wouldn’t take no for answer much like you.” You said laughed softly. He chuckled and you watched as he got even closer to you, his face hovering above yours, both your eyes meeting with one another.

He slowly leaned down to kiss your lips, his lips soft against your own and you couldn’t resist kissing him back, placing your hand against his cheek as the two of you continued to kiss. Oh god… He really is a good kisser… Those soft lips… You felt his hand move up your thigh and over your panties and then on your stomach, tracing his fingers lightly against your skin, he could feel you shaking at his touch, as if you were nervous, he broke your kiss for a moment. “Relax, baby. I’m gonna be gentle with ya.” He whispered on your lips. You stared up at him for a moment, trying to find the words to say as your eyes stared at his gorgeous soft lips and then back up to his eyes. “I don’t normally do this… ” you said quietly. “We don’t have to...” he said understandingly. “No… I-I want to… I want to so bad…” you couldn’t believe those words left your mouth, but your body and your mind were wanting the same thing now… HIM.

He smiled at your words and pressed his lips against yours again, deepening his kiss, his tongue grazing over your bottom lip and slipping past your lips into your mouth, you let out a soft moan against his mouth, feeling so embarrassed by it. But that feeling faded quickly the more he kissed you, his hand running up and down the curves of your body, caressing and feeling his way along, squeezing at your breasts gently, he then removed his hand from under the shirt and began to slowly unbutton it, revealing your breasts to him, and once he had it completely opened it, he broke the kiss and pressed kisses down your jawline to your neck and then over every part of your breasts, his kisses light and soft against your skin, you licked your lips and let out a whimper at the feeling, watching him kiss over your body, it all felt like a dream, but it was real, it was all real.

His hands continued to move along your body, his hands desperate to touch every bit of your flesh, he was being so gentle like he promised, it was driving you wild, you felt the wetness pooling between your legs, seeping through the thin fabric of your panties, leaving an obvious stain. You suddenly felt his hand over your panties, touching every part of the fabric until you felt two of his fingers pressing directly against your pussy through the fabric, causing a playful smirk to form on his lips. “I knew you couldn’t resist me, baby... You’re already soaking through your panties for me.” He said quite pleased with himself for turning you into a complete mess. You whimpered at his words, feeling so embarrassed how easy he turned you on. “I wonder what would happen if I did this…” he said with a smirk, then suddenly you felt him press those two fingers in between your folds, the fabric of your panties hitting against your clit and the friction from it causing your body to squirm beneath him, he moved his fingers slowly against your clit, the friction only worsening things for you, as you continued to squirm and whimper, feeling your pussy dripping for him so much so that you had ruined your panties, his fingers lightly coated with your slick. “Fuck… I can’t wait to have my cock inside of you...” he growled

His words alone only furthered your arousal, your pussy throbbing for his cock, desperately needing him to fill the hungry void inside of you that suddenly wanted…. No, needed him to fuck you into the early hours of the morning. You felt him move his hand slowly into your panties, his fingers moving in between your folds, playing in your slick. “Goddamn… You’re so wet for me…” he mumbled, you could feel his growing cock pressed up against your thigh, eager to come out and play. You purred softly into his ear. “Elvis…” You cooed, any ounce of feminism in your body was thrown out the window at this point. He smirked at the sound of your quivering voice, pulling his hand out of your panties, he tugged at them and pulled them down your legs and you happily kicked them off for him. You were ready to give this man, this stranger, Elvis Presley every part of your body, so ready to submit to his needs.

You watched him slide his hands down both your thighs as he moved himself between your legs, spreading them wide open, completely exposing you to him, he stared at your pussy that glistened with your slick, watching it pooling out of you, you began to blush, your face so red that you covered your face with your hands, peeking through them at him. He stifled chuckle escaped him when he saw your reaction. “Mm... Lemme taste you baby…” he spoke softly, gripping your thighs with his strong hands, pulling you toward him, keeping your legs spread wide open for him as he bent your knees lifting your legs off the bed, keeping his hold on your thighs as he laid down, his face between your thighs and hovering just above your dripping, throbbing pussy, you couldn’t hold back the whimpering moans that escaped you, he hadn’t even begun to eat you out and you were already moaning like he was, he glanced at you with an eyebrow raised. “Damn, baby, I got you so excited, huh?” he smirked.

“Mhm…” the only words you could muster up to say in response to him, dying for his mouth to meet your pussy. He pressed a kiss against each of your thighs, tracing his lips against them before he was face to face with your pussy again, burying his face within it, your slick smearing all over his beautiful face, but it’s exactly what he wanted, dragging his tongue deep between your folds, tonguing every inch of you, tasting you on his tongue and letting out a soft groan against you. Your moans coming out as soft whines, reaching one of your hands down to tangle in his raven hair, tugging lightly. His tongue danced around your clit and then pressed firmly against it, flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue, feeling your body tremble beneath him as it responded to each of his tongue’s light caresses, his mouth wrapping around your clit and sucking lightly on it. Your breathing becoming heavy and hitched, your chest rising and falling rapidly, as you threw your head back, moaning out his name softly, so badly wanting to close your thighs around his head, feeling yourself becoming more wet for him.

But before you knew it, he was pulling away from you, licking his lips with the biggest grin on his face as he sat up, you whimpered wanting him to stay there, staring at his face as it glistened with juices. “Good god, woman... You taste so fucking good, and this pussy is soaking for me… I need to feel you around my cock.” He grunted, licking the rest of you off his pouty lips and reaching to tug his pajama pants down, his cock springing out and fully hard just for you. You stared at it, admired it, he was so big it caused you to lick your lips at the sight of him. He climbed on top of you, his lower body resting right between your legs, you felt the thickness of his cock press up against your soaking pussy. You let out a shaky gasp from the feeling. “Oh, please, please, Elvis… I want you fuck me… Please…” you blurted out in a begging tone, you didn’t where this other side of you came from, but you knew it yearned for this man. He liked to hear you beg, he was pleased with the way he broke you, got you submitting to his whims and crying out to be fucked like a good girl.

As he laid on top of you, the weight of his pressing against you he leaned down to kiss your lips and you taste your juices on them, he reached up to wrap his hand around your throat. “You gonna be a good little girl for me, hm?” he said against your lips in a stern tone. You nodded your head at his words swiftly, your hands running over his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it to reveal that hairy chest of his that caught your eye earlier when it was peeking out of his dress shirt so perfectly, running your hands up and down his chest, your fingers coursing through the hair. “Do what you want to me, use me for your pleasure, Elvis…” you moaned against his lips. He was bit surprised at your words, but that was all he needed to hear. He reached down to grab his cock, sliding it in between your soaking wet folds, using you as his own personal lube, before circling the head of his cock around your entrance, and with one swift movement of his hips he forcefully shoved his cock inside of you, the promise of him being gentle had gone out the window, you cried out in pain, your walls clenched tight around him as you felt him fill you up with his cock, your hands grasping at his chest.

“Holy shit, fuck you’re so tight, baby…” He groaned out. He roughly slammed is hips into you, forcing his cock in deeper, forcing you to take him and stretch out around him, with each rough thrust, you cried out softly, your painful moans turning into pleasurable moans, he fucked you steadily, the sound of his hips slamming against yours filling the room, he wasn’t letting up, every thrust rougher than the next, forcing your walls open around him, taking him balls deep, your eyes rolled back as another moan escaped from the back of your throat, wrapping your legs around his torso tight, his face buried into the crook of your neck, panting and breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead and he lifted his head, his lips against your ear. “Shit… there you go, baby, opening that pussy up for me like a good little whore. Taking this cock so good…” He whispered under his breath. His words sending you over the edge. He grabbed a hold of your hips, squeezing them firmly in his hands, it felt like he was fucking you into the mattress with how he was moving, he was an animal, you loved every minute of it.

You felt him plunging himself further into you, he felt so good inside of you, you didn’t want him to stop, you wanted him to destroy you, the whole feeling was euphoric, your eyes rolling back and your mouth forming an O shape as you moaned out his name, clawing at his chest and your nails digging into his skin, causing him to hiss at the feeling, he was hitting each spot that drove you over the edge and closer to the sensation of your orgasm, he lifted his head up to look at you. “Open your eyes, baby… I want you looking at me as I fuck you.” His words coming out airy and light between his groans. Your eyes fluttered open to the sight of his deep blue eyes staring at you, his face dripping in sweat with a look of lust and you stared at him, your lips still parted as you whimpered his name out, the words pooling from your lips like honey. “Elvis… E-Elvis…” you cried. “I love the way you say my name, baby… Say it louder…” he demanded and to get you to do so, he began to slam your hips against his, moving you at the same pace as his hips, the slapping sounds growing louder, the bed shaking beneath the two of you. You squeal softly, crying out his name louder as he kept up the tempo within you.

Each movement only pushing you further and deeper into that pure bliss, your eyes rolling back, making it hard for you to keep looking at him, he loved watching the way he was making you feel, driving you crazy, your orgasm was building, scratching at the surface to escape you, and you didn’t think you could fight it anymore. “E-Elvis… I’m-I’m… I’m gonna cum….” You cried loudly. His groans were becoming uncontrollable as he edged closer to his orgasm, feeling his cock twitch inside you. He reached up to grab your face, squeezing it tight in his grasps, your eyes shot open as you looked at him innocently. “F-Fuck… C-Cum all over my cock, baby.. Make a mess for me.” He grunted, his lips crashing against yours, kissing you sloppily, your lips consuming his in such a hunger, his cock still plunging deep inside of you. Your moans coming out in droves against his lips, the waves of your orgasm crashing to the surface, and you held onto him, your legs tightening around his body, holding him close as your body shook, squirmed underneath him as you came all over his cock, your hips grinding against him as every drop coated his cock, the feeling sending shivers down your spine.

“Goddamn, baby.” He mumbled breathlessly on your lips, a string a groans following behind his words, and now he was close to cumming, but he had gotten an idea, he wanted to cum in your mouth, he wanted to see the sticky whiteness of his cum on those beautiful plump lips of yours. “I’m gonna cum, baby... But… I.. I want your mouth around my cock, please…” He mumbled. You looked up at him, biting down on your bottom lip and nodding at his request. He carefully pulled out of you, the precum dripping from his cock as he got up and sat down on the edge of the bed, you peered down at his twitching cock as you climbed off the bed, your body feeling wobbly as you did and you got down on your knees in front of him, and he grabbed your face, brushing the pad of his thumb against your lips.

“Open that pretty little mouth for me…” he murmured, so close to letting go, he knew the moment that your mouth was around him, he was going to cum. You obeyed his orders and slowly opened your mouth wide for him, your lashes fluttering as you stared up at him, he circled his cock around your lips. “Fuck… You’re going to look so pretty covered in my cum, my little cum slut...” he moaned out, pushing his cock into the warmth of your mouth, you sat still for him, your hands resting in your lap as he began to fuck your mouth slowly, soft sounds escaping you as you sucked his cock tasting the saltiness of his cum, his body began to shake, and his breathing heavier than before. “Ah, shit…” he moans out breathless, that was all he needed to push him into his orgasm, and he grabbed a hold of his cock with one hand and then grabbing a hold of your hair, tilting your head back. “Keep that mouth open, baby...” he panted and he stroked his cock and suddenly you saw the thick substance shooting out of his cock and raining down onto your face and inside of your mouth, he had so much of it to give to you, that it left your face and mouth covered in him, dripping in his mess, he exhaled sharply as he came down from his high. “Fu—Fuck..” he pursed his lips, his cock still twitching in his hand and you swallowed every bit that landed in your mouth.

His eyes lighting up at the sight of you and he did something that you weren’t expecting, he leaned down and kissed your cum covered lips, sticking his tongue in your mouth and the two of you kissed passionately, you moaned against his lips because that turned you on so much and he pulled away with a smirk, strings of his cum dripping from both of your lips. “Damn... that was so hot, baby.” He said with a smirk. You were at a loss for words as you stared up at the man that just completely ruined you. “I… I.. don’t know what to say… You are… wow.” You said softly, unable to form a sentence. He quite literally left you speechless. He chuckled softly. “Let me get you towel, honey.” He said as he got up from the bed, grabbing your hold of your hands, helping you up off the floor, then walking off to the bathroom, you giggled to yourself, plopping down onto the bed and feeling like a whole new woman, a woman who loved Elvis Presley, you were officially one of his fangirls. He returned with a small towel, handing it to you and you smiled at him, taking it, and wiping your face clean, and he took it back, tossing it to the floor.

“Come on, darlin’, let’s go to sleep now. I’m tired after all that fun.” He laughed, slipping back into bed and you slipped underneath the covers with him, scooting over to him as you laid down, wrapping your arm around his torso as you rested your head against your chest and he wrapped you up in his arms, pulling you close, kissing the top of your head and you nuzzled against him, a soft hum escaping your lips as you smiled, it wasn’t too long after that you both eventually fell asleep in each other arms.

The morning came quick, and you only had gotten a few hours of sleep when you finally woke up, feeling super tired and groggy from your long night, your body hurting from the rough fucking Elvis gave you, you rolled over to see he was still fast asleep, looked over to see that his alarm clock read “7AM.” You had to get back to your room now, knowing your friend would be worried about you, you slowly and carefully slipped out of bed, grabbing your clothes as you slipped into the bathroom to put them on, not bothering to put your boots on, you were just too tired and you looked like it as well, you tried to fix your face as best as you could and your hair, emerging from the bathroom and seeing Elvis still asleep, you snuck pass him and out of his bedroom, grabbing your purse that laid on the couch as you quickly left his suite.

You looked a mess, staggering through the halls of the hotel as you did your walk of shame back to your room, barefoot, avoiding eye contact with the people who walked by you, feeling as if everyone knew what you did last night, but all the while your mind couldn’t stop thinking about Elvis and what the two of you did and how good he made you feel. Feeling a bit bad for leaving the way you did, but you didn’t think he’d even remember you after this night. You’d just be another notch on his belt. But you didn’t care you were on cloud nine. You knew once you got back to your room that your friend was going to be prodding you with questions about your one night of sin with Elvis Presley.

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Sorry if I missed anyone!!!

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threadsun · 10 months

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I can't stop thinking about the baker Jean au, specifically with a milk farmer reader. Like, Jean only wants the best ingredients going into his goods so of course he tries everything at the farmers market, and that's where he meets you. Of course your wears are good but you are worth every trip outside the towns borders to get more cream or just say hi

And, of course, one day he comes to you with a mason jar asking if you could spare some milk for a new recipe he wanted to try. You agree, but before you can go get him any he falls to his knees, and tugs at your waistband

ngl I thought this was gonna go in the hucow direction and I was hype for that but this is good too

I love cows dearly so like having the reader be a cow farmer (or sheep or goats, lots of types of milk!) would be really cute I think!! Jean would use it to make all sorts of baked goods, and I think he'd absolutely justify making the trip out to your farm to get fresh milk every morning.

Especially since it means he gets to see you each morning, going about your farm chores before greeting him with a smile and a wave. You've already set aside the milk you know he'll want, and you gladly haul it over to his car for him and help him get the metal cannisters in the trunk.

When he gets on his knees... well, he's always made flirty jokes, so you think it might be another one. But soon enough his hands and mouth have you shaking too much to even question it. And once he's filled his jar and you're leaning heavily on his car with legs like jelly... well, you kind of hope this new recipe works out~

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jean #jean laurent x reader #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine

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gumsnail682 · 2 years

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I absolutely had to write something for Mammons birthday! I hope you enjoy!

Word count:1,771

"Mammon!" You had practically sprinted all the way over to his room the second you woke up. "MC? What are ya doing up so early?" Mammon asked, hugging his pillow to his chest, wanting to go back to sleep. "Mammonnn! Come on get up!" You plopped yourself beside him and began poking his cheek. "Ok ok I'm up! What do ya want?" He grumbled, he wanted to be irritated but seeing the happy look on your face coaxed a small smile from him.

"Happy birthday!" You cheered as you threw your arms around him. "It is my birthday isn't it?" Mammon grinned widely and returned your embrace, "Mhm! I had to be the first to wish you a happy birthday so I ran here as soon as I woke up!" You did this every year, no one ever tried to beat you to it but you never took any chances!

You and Mammon have always made a huge deal out of each other's birthdays and this year would be no different. "Ok now you just wait here! I'm gonna make you breakfast and we can spend the morning together before we really get the day started!" You crawled off Mammon's bed and ran down to the kitchen, the other brothers watching you as you began to grab some ingredients.

"MC Hun, it's Satan's day to make breakfast. What are you doing?" Asmo asked, "Making Mammon breakfast what else?" You grinned as you turned on the stove and got to cooking. "You spoil him too much MC." Lucifer shook his head, "He's my demon and I can spoil him if I want to! Plus it's his birthday so don't expect to see either of us much today, I've already planned everything!" You informed them.

"Oh I nearly forgot about that. Try not to let him spend too much of your money, I can always come get you, all you need to do is call!" Asmo teased, it was the same conversation as last year. "I'll be fine as always." Once you finished preparing breakfast for both you and Mammon you hurried back up to his room with the food.

"I'm back, here I made french toast and bacon." You and Mammon sat on his bed and leaned against each other as you ate, "So what do you have planned for the day?" He asked, "Wellll I may or may not have arranged for us to.. go to the human realm! There's a festival going on in my hometown so I thought it would be nice to go together!" Mammon's face lit up in excitement. "No way! How'd you manage that?" Mammon set your plates on his nightstand and pulled you into a hug. "It wasn't hard at all! I just asked Dia and he was more than happy to allow it." You snuggled into his embrace, "Only the best for my demon." You felt his face heat up against your neck, "Well of course! The great Mammon only deserves the best from his human!" Mammon didn't pull away, he didn't want you to see how flustered you just made him.

When the time came you both got ready then left to the Castle to meet with Diavolo and Barbatos. "MC! Mammon! Great to see you both." Dia greeted enthusiastically, "Morning Dia!" You chirped, "Are you both ready to go?" He asked, "You know we are!" Mammon was super excited, it wasn't everyday he went to the human realm for some fun. "Text me when you want to come back, oh and happy birthday Mammon." Dia grinned. "I wish you a happy birthday as well Mammon. Enjoy the human realm you two." Barbatos and Dia both bid you goodbye and before you knew it you were in the human realm.

"The festival should be starting soon, let's go!" You took Mammon's hand and began pulling him along. The festival had just begun, people roamed around the stalls and rides and you guys stopped at almost every stall you saw. Mammon was super hyped, it made you happy to see him so relaxed and excited. "What's that over there?" Mammon pointed over to a smaller stall. "It looks like they're doing fortune slips, wanna get one?" You asked, "Fortune slips?" He asked, "Yeah, they're supposed to tell you what you can expect for the future. Most don't believe them but I think they're interesting!" Mammon was intrigued, "Ok let's check it out!"

You and Mammon approached the stand and you greeted the woman running the stand. "Well hello there. Are you two interested in a fortune slip? They're free of charge." She asked, "Yup!" You confirmed, the woman nodded. "I see, would you two be interested in a couple's fortune? It will predict how your feelings for eachother will continue to develop!" You and Mammon turned red, "W-what?" Mammon was too flustered to speak, you squeezed his hand then smiled brightly. "We'd love one! Right Mammon?" He looked at you then back at the lady and shyly nodded. "Wonderful! Here, each if you stick your hand in this box and pull out a slip!"

The lady pulled out a long box with two holes in it large enough to stick your hand in. You both reached into the box and as you were fishing around Mammons hand found yours. You turned to him and saw his blush worsen and giggled as his flustered expression. You felt him about to grab a slip and snatched it from him, he shot you a playful glare "Hey!" You stuck your tongue out at him as he grumbled and picked another slip, biting back a smile. You pulled your slips out of the box and read them.

Mammons read "Two doves" and yours was "The heart"

"What the hell does that mean?" Mammon questioned. "Well, allow me to explain. The heart means unconditional love. Which means you will love this man through every hardship and mistake, through the good and bad forever. Unconditionally." She explained your slip, this made you a little flustered. "And you sir, Two doves means everlasting eternal love. That means no matter how much time passes you will love this person, even after you both pass on into the next life. How romantic." Poor Mammon looked like he was gonna pass out from how red he was. "It ain't like that! I mean well it sorta is but it isn't! Gah just forgot it let's go MC!" You could hear the lady laughing as Mammon dragged you off.

When the sun had finally set you and Mammon continued to wander the festival. "We have to go on the ferris wheel! They're doing a small firework show and it starts soon, I think you'd love it!" Luckily the line to the ferris wheel wasn't very long. You seemed super excited for the fireworks, "You must really like fireworks hu?" Mammon couldn't help but smile when he saw the happy look on your face.

The ride stopped when you were both at the very top. You looked out at the rest of the festival just as the first firework went off. You held Mammon's hand, watching his expression as the fireworks went off. Mammon squeezed your hand and turned to look at you when he heard you call his name. "Hm?" He saw you reaching into your bag and looking for something. "I have something for you." You grabbed out a box and handed it out to him, "I saw it and knew I had to get one for you!" You grinned, "That's my human!" Mammon took the gift and gently opened the box. Mammon was always so gentle with anything you gave him, even if it was something small he always treated it like it was a priceless artifact, because to him it was.

Inside the box was a half heart gold locket and when he opened it there was a picture of you that you both took on your last birthday. You reached into your shirt and pulled out a matching silver locket and opened it to reveal a picture of him. "I got us matching lockets! Remember this picture we took together on my last birthday?" Mammon pulled you into a tight embrace, "How could I forget? This is the best gift, I mean why wouldn't you want a picture of me with you at all times? And.. I guess I'll like having your picture with me too." You rolled your eyes at his Tsundere act. "Happy birthday Mammon."

As you began your slow descent back to the ground his hand never left yours

"The fireworks were so pretty this year! I always love watching fireworks from the top of a ferris wheel. There's something magical about it." You continued holding Mammon's hand as you both got off the ride. "We should watch more firework shows up here then! Don't you humans have a day where you light off a bunch of em'?" You nodded, "Yeah! We do it on new years, I totally have to take you and everyone else to see some of the huge firework shows some people do!"

When you and Mammon finally made it home Mammon wouldn't stop bragging about your matching Lockets. "-And MC has one with a picture of the great Mammon in it!" You rolled your eyes as you ate dinner with everyone, Mammon was excitedly telling his brothers about the events of the day, keeping out the part about the fortune slips. Any time it looked like one of the brothers was gonna interrupt him you gave them the "Don't you dare interrupt him" look

Finally the day was coming to a close and you and Mammon were snuggled up on your bed. You were curled up on his chest, his arms wrapped securely around your waist, as you both fell asleep you could feel Mammon gently caress your hair. The comforting action only lulled you to sleep faster, just before you passed out you muttered "Happy birthday Mammon, my sweet demon." You didn't get to see his reaction but Mammon held you closer to himself, he could never really bring himself to tell you just how much you meant to him to your face but when you were sleeping it was so much easier.

"I hope ya know how much I really care about ya. You mean more to me than anything in the three realms ya hear me? You better never forget that." Even though you were asleep you smiled and that made Mammon feel like you understood. He kissed the top of your head before closing his eyes.

#Obey me mammon birthday #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x mc #obey me mc #obey me mammon x reader

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loreensdarling · 1 year

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eurovision song contest and gay panic

LOREEN ANTIS DNI; MEN DNI, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOCKS DNI; HOMOPHOBES DNI

PART ONE (?)

Plot: You're a singer for this year's Eurovision Song Contest. You're in for Poland in the Semi Final, and you are super hyped, competing in Eurovision at a young age and all by yourself is pretty exciting. With everything being already pretty exciting you didn't think you'd run into a certain Swedish singer that you've had a crush on for a while...

content warnings: afab!reader (important for possible part two), flirting, age gap (reader is 24, loreen is 39), use of nicknames (darling, honey), gay panic, all in one it's a lot of flirting and maybe some smut in part 2 if i can write something decent

writers warning: english is not my first language and I've never really written in English and outside of RP before, so I apologize if this is weird 🙏 I hope there's demand for one shots of our mother

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You are standing behind the stage of the Eurovision Song Contest semi final, watching the other participants through the huge curtains that separate the backstage and the actual stage. You are almost hyperventilating, nervously flapping your hands towards your face to attempt to cool down. You are sweating, more because of nervousness than of hotness.

These are the semi finals, your last shot to actually get into the finals. Even though you are pretty positive that you could get into the finale to represent your country, you are still very anxious. Everything up until here has been a fever dream basically, and getting to perform in front of thousands of people was amazing, but never before had you been so nervous in your life.

You'd only done concerts a few times before applying for ESC, and they were pretty small concerts, but since you got into the final contenders, won against other polish competitors and then was chosen to represent Poland, your fan base has grown a lot. People seemed to love you, and you loved the music and making music, so this was amazing.

Nervously you brush a strand of hair back behind your ear and check your makeup in a small hand mirror, before you look back outside. There are only three acts before you have to compete for a place in the finals. You sigh.

"Come on, Y/N. You can absolutely do this, you'll proudly represent your country in the finals.", you say out loud to yourself as you turn around - and bump right into someone. As you struggle to keep your balance, you can feel your cheeks flush red in embarrassment.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, I didn't watch wh-", as you begin to rant down an apology immediately, are cut off by a rough, smoky voice. "Oh, it's alright, Darling.", the gorgeous, raven haired woman in front of you said in a low tone, her hand on your biceps to stop you from falling. You look at her, eyes widened.

You recognize her immediately. It’s Loreen. Admittedly one of your celebrity crushes ever since you saw her in 2012s Eurovision. And she has her hand on your arm. Her low, raspy voice, that accent. You don't know what to do, you're frozen in place, cheeks flushed red and your eyes anywhere but her face. It’s like your brain is frozen as you scan her over almost automatically, looking everywhere but her face.

Her outfit is hugging her body perfectly, and you can feel her hand on your biceps. Your brain is empty and your lips are parted as you breathe heavily. It takes you a few seconds to snap back into reality and if your face can heat up any more, it's probably doing that right now.

"I-... I'm really sorry, I'm a big fan, I didn't expect to meet you like... This.", as you manage to bring this out you bite the inside of your cheek. This sounds so stupid, why can't your poor gay brain bring out coherent sentences for once?

Loreen chuckled softly, looking you up and down for a second. "Are you alright, Darling? You look quite nervous", she remarks, slight concern in her voice. "Oh, Honey, is it the contest? It's your first time with a crowd this big, isn't it?", she asks.

You nod, frowning slightly. Is it that obvious? Or did she check out every competitor that she would possibly be up against in the finale? Not that she'd have that much competition, you think. At least not from you. You notice that her hand is still on your biceps as she watches you with concern. With your brain so mushed, you can't even process the nicknames she was calling you.

As you finally lift your eyes to meet her concerned gaze you feel like you´re going to explode, so you look away again quickly. The close proximity is making you even more nervous. "Well, I'm confident you'll make it. I've seen your local finale, your performance is powerful, Darling."

This is it, you feel like your knees are going to cave in at any given moment. Loreen is encouraging you, and you don't know how much more of this you can take before your legs give in. This woman doesn't even know the power she has over you with that little crush that you have on her. Although, that crush is growing by the second. You're spiraling deeply in a gay panic.

"T-Thank you-", you croak out as your name is announced. You take a step back, quickly checking your microphone. "I need to go-", while you turn away, you almost stumble from how weak your legs suddenly are and you are pretty sure you must be redder than a tomato. Your cheeks are super hot, from embarrassment and from being turned on. God, the older woman is so attractive. And she probably knows that.

You decide to quickly shake it off as you climb the stage, throwing the people a nervous smile. Her low, smoky voice is burned into the back of your head as your song starts to play.

"Your performance is powerful, Darling."

And oh, that little nickname keeps you going. It's burned into your brain, keeps you going through your performance, the way she said it and her voice, oh god, her voice. And oh, you deliver. By the end of your performance the people are cheering and screaming for you, and you throw them a smirk and wink at them. They go wild.

As soon as you leave the stage your knees buckle and you quickly hold on to the wall, taking a deep breath. "Shit.", you mutter. All the adrenaline that was rushing through your body during this performance was leaving your body all at once and you realize you are shaking, from excitement and stress.

You really did this. You went out there, and you have a big chance of being able to perform in the final for your country. Looking around, you take another deep breath and let go of the wall with a big grin. You need caffeine and a nap now, you decide. As you turn around to head for your booth, you spot Loreen. She is preparing for her entrance and as you look at her, she looks back at you for a second and smirks. You happily throw a grin back as you blush again.

Sitting down in your spot you mentally prepare yourself to see your idol, your crush, on stage. Then the lights go out and her performance begins. You aren't able to pull your eyes away from her for most of the time, she's gorgeous. And oh, she knows that, she notices your looks and winks at you. Or, in your general direction. The people go wild again, they don't care who this was directed at.

Somehow you manage to almost choke on your own spit when she winks in your direction and you have to turn away for a few moments, almost dying from a gay panic attack on the spot. If you thought your cheeks had been burning before, you've now been proven wrong, you're redder than ever. One of your friends and background dancers pats your back, laughing.

"Oh, you're so fucked.", she comments dryly. "Someone's in love." "I'm not!", you protest, but it comes out quiet and a little too defensive. Of course you're not in love, but your crush on Loreen is getting more and more severe by the minute. Your gay panic is so huge that you don't even notice the raven haired singer getting off the stage after finishing and heading in your direction.

You only notice when she suddenly bends over you, her hands on your thigh. She smirks at you, her nails digging in your thigh. You'd be embarrassed to admit it, but this turns you on, your brain is mush once again and you cannot form a coherent thought. You look at her in shock for a few moments, your lips slightly parted. How does breathing work again?, you think.

"I knew you could do it, Darling.", she whispered, her mouth directly next to your ear. Ungodly shivers run down your spine. You're a hundred percent sure that if you open your mouth now, you'd moan out loud. You don't even have the time to reply before she pulls back and heads back to her booth to wait for the results.

Breathless, your eyes follow her figure. Your cheeks are burning and there are so many emotions going on in your head. Was she actually flirting with you or did you interpret too much? You probably interpret too much, you think, how could a woman as gorgeous, breathtaking and talented as her flirt with someone like you?

You are just some random singer competing for your country and she is a goddess. She’s not just out of your league, but you’re probably way too young for her liking. And surely not her type, you think, sighing quietly as your gaze lingers on Loreen.

You are snapped out of your thoughts and pull your eyes away from her and back to your group when your friend grabs your hand and squeezes it in excitement. You're about to learn your points from the public votes. Will you make it? You have to, you have to compete for your country in the finals.

Then, finally, your points are announced. You take a moment to process the amount of points you'd gotten, then you squeeze your friend's hand hard and squeal. "We did it!", she yells at you and you excitedly scream back. “We’re in!”

You're in the finals, you'll be competing for your country in a few days.

You throw a short look back at the raven haired Swedish singer. She's smirking at you and mouths something. 'Well done, Honey', is what you understand, at least you're pretty sure of it. You give her a big, excited grin and then you're being pulled into a tight hug with your background dancers.

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