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astrolynnworld · 4 months

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wanting you

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

summary: matt wants you but knows he can never have you so he just gets off to the thought of you instead.

warnings: smut! obsession, masturbation, lust, need, imagination, cunnilingus, language.

a/n: this whole story is in matt’s pov! the bold lettering is his subconscious head thoughts & the regular lettering is his conscious regular thoughts. enjoy 🫡

word count: 800

im so in love with her.

anything she does just makes my heart ache with need. the need for her

she’s so precious, everything about her. i love her smile.. her laugh.. her eyes.. her personality, her voice, her smell, her bod-

fuck. no matt.. focus!

she’s such an amazing person, inside and out.. innsideee

i long to know how she feels on the inside. i bet she gets so wet, and i just know her pussy would clench around my dick like a claw mac-

MATT. enough. this is y/n you’re talking about.. your best friend of 7 years, you shouldn’t be thinking about her like this

but fuck does she turn me on inside and out. everything about her is literally perfect

*ding* i hear a notification from my phone

y/n just posted on instagram. i go to check what the photo is

she’s on a rooftop club posted up in a red halter top, black mini skirt, & some sexy laced up black heels.. my favorite pair of hers actually

the caption reads, “just your type.” for damn sure is what i thought

i notice the number 1/5 on the top and decide to swipe to the next one.

this one is her slightly turned to the back, bent down holding her knees while looking at the camera. i can see a bit of her panties

fuck she looks so seductive. i can’t help the tent that starts to grow in my pants

“what do you do to me?” i ask myself

i start palming myself in my pants as i continue through the slideshow, each picture getting a slight bit more seductive than the last.

i like the picture and leave a slick comment such as, “great photos 📸 “

not even a few seconds later she replies “thanks 📸” and likes my comment

she likes everyone’s comment, i don’t know why my like felt so special but it did.

fuck did she have a chokehold on me.. she needs to have a chokehold of something else tho

the palming through my pants allowed my dick to be fully erected at this point

it felt wrong thinking of her in this way but i couldn’t help with when i get horny and she’s the most beautiful girl in my eyes.

everything from her head to her toes is god given beauty.

i remember that one time, at nathan’s pool party, when she came in with her sexy purple two piece bathing suit.

i wish i could of took her back inside, slid those panties off and went to work. i just know she tastes fantastic

i take my dick out of my boxers as i imagine the thought of good her pussy would taste

i start stroking it to the thought her obedience as i take full control

how wet she could get from the thought of me domming her.

“mhm, you’re so good for daddy aren’t you?”

as she slides out of her panties and makes her way to the bed.

i follow behind her, pushing her down on the bed so i can climb on top of her and kiss her pretty pink lips

my dick throbs at the scene in my head

i slide down and kiss her second pair of pretty pink lips; causing her to let out a small whine

“moan for me baby, i wanna hear you” i say before starting to dip and lick my tongue all over her wet pussy

she’s making so many pretty noises but it’s not enough, i have to do more. i want her to feel like she’s never felt before

i stick my fingers inside and curl them. she whimpers at the sudden friction

i push my fingers in and out of her dripping pussy while licking up and down at her clit. i keep this pace going for a while

she starts grinding on my tongue, pulling my head closer to her pussy.

i’m thrusting into my hand faster. i want nothing more than to satisfy her

“fuck matt- pls don’t stop i’m going to cum”

“cum for me baby. please cum. i want nothing more than to taste you baby”

“matt. oh my fuck-“ she says letting her hips buck up uncontrollably

i’m so fucking close right now i can feel the pre cum leaking out of my dick like a fire hose

“mat- fuck i’m- i’m gonna cum” she says before squeezing my head with her thighs as she releases her high

i buck my hips into my hand one last time before im spilling out cum onto my chest.

i can’t remember the last time i came so hard. yet this time, it’s only from a fantasy of eating y/n out

god. i need her so bad

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a/n- and then the audience clapped 😵‍💫 all my matt stories are short :( can you tell i’m a chris girl? im gonna come with longer ones soon

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1800classiccherries · 10 months

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Slideshow!

⚘ 1610!Miles Morales x black!fem!reader

⚘ fluff! use of n word like once, teen romance

⚘ summary: Miles and Y/n make a slideshow to convince his parents to be able to be in his room with the door closed.

⚘ wc: 631

You and Miles were on his bed, sitting in silence a foot or so apart, which was odd because you two were never normally this awkward. Occasionally one of you would glance at the wide open door, revealing Miles's parents walking by here and there, which is why you two kept your distance.

For context, when you and Miles first started dating, you two weren't allowed in his room and had to stay in a public space like the living room; however, y'all are obnoxiously loud. When you two were playing games, loud. Even just talking, you two laughed loud. Except, when it was a movie night, it was quieter because y'all were so wrapped up in the plot.

To be honest, y'all were fine in the living room, but it was rough always being told to quiet down. The volume of you two in the same room was too much, so Miles suggested to his parents that you two go to his room instead of being confined to only the living room. Under one condition, the door stayed wide open.

And so there y'all were sitting side-by-side in a semi-awkward silence.

You feel the weight on the bed shift closer to you, and an arm makes its way over your shoulder, "Hey."

"Nigga, what?" you say without thinking at his cheesy attempt to make a move on you.

With a pout, he takes his arm off your shoulder and leans back upright, "You ruined the moment."

You giggle at his pouting, feeling a little bad about your reaction, "My bad, stink, it was a natural reflex. Try again," you offer, tossing your locs over your shoulder.

Miles clears his throat before leaning back over, putting an arm over your shoulders again.

"Hey." He says with a smirk and a tilt of his head.

"Hi," you respond, tilting your head the same way, your eyes glancing down at his lips before back up at his eyes.

"You look really pretty right now," He compliments, leaning in.

"Thank you," you whisper with a smile, leaning in as well.

You hear someone clear their throat walking past the doorway of his room, causing both of y'all to quickly move away and back into the awkward silence.

A week or so later--that situation happening again and again--you and Miles were on Facetime brainstorming ideas for the slideshow y'all planned to make to convince Miles's parents (mainly his mom) to let y'all have the door closed.

The both of you knew it was ambitious to shoot for something so big, so that's why you had to create the best slideshow presentation of all time.

"Okay, what do we think about this template?" you ask, turning your camera around to show a classy slideshow template.

"Perfect." he nods, and you add him to the slideshow.

A few days of hard work and planning go by, and it's now the day you two scheduled to present the presentation.

In preparation, the two of you coordinated your most trustworthy-looking outfits and practiced how you would present. Y'all knew you both were being extra, but at the end of the day, it didn't matter because y'all were having fun.

"Greetings, esteemed guests," Miles opens, gesturing to the title slide on tv.

You and Miles alternated presenting slides, explaining how having a door closed is reverse psychology, decreasing the chances of anything happening. Also, the classic, if the door was closed, grades would improve (don't know how, but there was a graph to prove it), along with a few other random and made-up examples.

"Thank you for your time," you close, and the two of you bow.

Following suit, his dad gives a round of applause, "That was actually pretty impressive."

His mom sighs, "We'll think about it."

Thanks for reading!

Ngl i wanna do a part two but at the same time i dont know if it'd be any good... if youd be interested in part two lmk

part 2

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notmuchtofind · 6 months

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public eye pt2 | d.s

tw: low appetite, possible miscarriage, cheating

pt 1 here

a/n: it’s finally out lol!! tysm for the interaction on the past fic🥹 i hope you enjoy! lmk your thoughts x

"drew if it's not what you want and it's what I eventually want, are we even right for each other? What are we doing? You don't care for me like you usto, you're not the same. you're a dick" you say trying not to shout

"I don't know what I want right now?" Drew states, not looking you in the eyes.

How's he being so calm? Why is he doing this? This is not like drew.

"fuck you." You stand up out of the chair and walk right out of the cafe doors, tears start streaming down your face and you try to hide your face with the palm of your hand...

*snap* followed by a flicker

*snap* *snap*

fuck.

you look around...

"Is that paparazzi?" you mumble to yourself

you walk faster to your car, quickly opening the door and throwing your bag on the backseat, you fumble to turn the engine on and see slight flickers through the rearview mirror...this is the last thing you need right now.

_________________________

After setting your keys aside on the kitchen table and kicking your shoes off, you immediately undressed out of the clothes you had picked out to see Drew in and chucked on your dressing. spending the rest of that day on the couch. Tears would brim in your eyes, often spilling over through the course of the day as you'd replay what had been said by drew in your mind. And there was no text from him. no apology, no checking up on you, no nothing...maybe this was really over? It seemed to all happen so quickly. How could you go from, what people knew as the 'IT' couple, to being, well...nothing.

Passed out on the couch, you are awoken by the pinging of notifications coming from your phone. In a dazed state your initial thought is that Drews trying to get hold of you. Your hand fumbles around the couch as you follow the sound trying to relocate the phone. You pick it up, eyes half wide, and check the time. 4:07am.

"fuck" you mumble too yourself, you've been on this couch for nearly 12 hours...

As your eyes wander down from the timestamp at the top of your phone screen, you lock your gaze onto the first notification.

Twitter : @drewobxlover03 Tagged you in a post.

'okay, pretty normal?' you think to yourself

but as your sleepy eyes drift down some more...

6,789 more.

You quickly adjust your position on the couch, now sitting up as your back leans against the arm of it... your gaze widens.

Too caught up in your own trail of thoughts and distress when you entered your home earlier, The flickers from the paparazzi camera didn't even cross your mind. You were used to it to say the least, but you'd forgotten the difference in what they may have captured earlier on...

Your finger glides over the notifications and swipes to open.

You're met with a picture grid.

A "slideshow" full of your swollen teary face. Drews hands flailing around at you through the cafe windows. your figure towering over drew as you got up out of your seat. You abruptly dash out of the cafe doors...

The number on your twitter activity heading just keeps rising... and rising.

A pit in your stomach starts to grow, but You can't help but click on more, its a bad idea...

Met by more photos of you from different angles, red streaks from tears that have trailed down your cheeks. Feelings of embarrassment overcome your being.

until the embarrassment turns into dismay.

Your palm meets your mouth, shocked by the images on your phone screen, you're breathed.

They're in a car...pictures of him, and her... touching her face?...They're laughing? they’re way too close for your liking.

your heart begins swelling with hurt, you feel a physical pain ache within your chest, thoughts that it may almost rupture.

You scan the comments, your thumb appears to be scrolling too fast for your eyes to catch up.

@user0844628495: OMFG HE DIDN'T TT!!???

@Chaseforeverxoxo: I never liked y/n anyways lol.

@obxstufffff: Who is she???

@starkeyandy/l/n20: no no no no!!! please, I don't believe in true love fr :((((((

@user984763097: I hate men.

You should've known from the moment Drew was being distant after he started shooting for the new film that there was something off, that he'd possibly found another girl. it just never seemed to cross your mind. Not your drew? Not after nearly 4 years and especially not after you guys were so public with your relationship.

Maybe it lingered in your subconscious...but your heart was too heavy to allow yourself to slip that possibility to the front of your mind. You feel like a fool.

The only person who knew you and drew just as equally was Madelyne. After phoning her up and apologising for how late it was, you explained the situation. she offered to come round and comfort you, and you allowed her to do just that, as you sobbed into her arms she was wiping your tears. She didn't say much, she just held you...the truth is there's not much she could say...at least not to you anyways. But she promised the next time she and Drew would come into contact it would not end well, and she was adamant that it would be the last time she would willingly be in the same room as him. Even though you met Madelyn through drew, you and her hit it off so quickly, it's like you found your platonic soulmate as well as your romantic one...or so you had thought.

~~~~~~~

Madelyn was passed out on the opposite side of the couch when you decided to get up and get some water, your appetite was certainly not present but you figured you should hydrate yourself, your tears had drained your body from water. You glance over to the kitchen as you make your way there. The time reads 8am on the digital clock within the microwave.

As you drag your feet around the kitchen, collecting a glass to fill with water, your ears prick up to the sound of a knock at your door. Confused, you slowly redirect your journey and turn to the front door. You peak through the peephole, to find the boy you've been in hysterics over for the past, well...however many hours.

He knocks again, this time a little louder.

Your mind starts racing, your heart begins to pound and you get that ever so familiar feeling of anxiety that rushes over you.

You shake your head in distress and you battle with your thoughts on what to do next...

"y/n...please, open the door... I know you're not asleep"

He's right, he knows you well enough to know your mind wouldn't allow you to sleep for more than a couple hours at a time when you're feeling upset.

You glance over to the couch where Madelyn still lays, her breaths slow and fall steadily.

You step a little closer to the door frame and lean your weight onto one side. "um, Drew...I-I really don't feel like speaking right now"

"please y/n, just open the door, let me explain myself... I- i've been shit I know and ...i'm sorry, can you just hear me out?" Drew utters through slight cracks in his voice.

Tears brim in your eyes as you listen through the door to the words that trail out of Drews mouth...you tilt your head back and gasp for air as you try and hold back your wave of emotions. You want to see him, you want to talk, but you feel like you're almost stuck, unable to think straight, you're not ready for the emotional baggage that a conversation like this would bring right now. You figure there's no real explanation on why Drew has treated you the way he has for the past couple of months, and no excuse for acting the way he had in the photos you'd seen, it all hurt you, and it was valid.

Your brain is scattered trying to figure out the right way to go about all of this...but almost before your mind could tell you no, your hand reaches for the hinges to unlock the front door.

your eyes lock together, and you can see Drews been crying, they're bloodshot and his eyebags slightly swollen. You look down at your feet as you quietly step outside the front door and into the apartment block hallway. "i've got to come out here, Madelyn's asleep..." you whisper slightly. Drew nods sheepishly.

as you close the door and shuffle your feet in front of Drew, you look up to him and fold your arms. "so?...you wanted to talk to me what do you want you want to say?" you question

"I just wanted to say i'm sorry, that I never meant to hurt you, you were right, I have been a dick, i've been scared and stressed and i've made some stupid decision I-"

"did you sleep with her?" you interrupt, you couldn’t truly hear drew out until you got off what was on your mind, you just needed to know first.

"huh?" He questions, his eyebrows burrowing slightly

"Did you sleep with her?" you utter through a passive tone

" I-what do you mean ?"

"Ive seen the fucking photos Joseph! did you. sleep. with her?" you exclaim, hands gesturing to emphasise your emotions.

"What? What photos y/n? I- I don't know what youre talking about?"

your heart skips a beat

The truth is, Drew hadn't looked on twitter, Drew hadn't seen the photos of you, or him, or her. He always kept his phone on do not disturb between the night and early morning. And when the realisation hits...you can't help but snap.

A small chuckle slips through your lips. "are you fucking kidding me drew?"` you spit " you really was going to come here, apologies and not be truthful about what happened last night, do you think im fucking stupid? look at your fucking phone!?"

But before Drew can get out his phone to check what youre talking about, you get out your own, shoving the image of him and another girl into his face. "this?" you state through gritted teeth.

Drews expression changes, his brows drop.

"anything to say? maybe the reason youve been such a dick is because youre fucking your co star huh?"

but before you could ask him once more, you notice his attention isn’t on you, but is drawn towards the floor

As you look down towards your bare legs, you notice drops of blood beginning to fall from in between, first slowly…then all at once.

cramping begins in your lower abdomen, however, it doesn't feel familiar, it feels uneasy…you begin to panic, facing drew with your hand now clamped over your mouth…

“what the fuck y/n, we- we have to get you to a hospital…”

a/n: pt3??????

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luvring · 5 months

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UNCONVENTIONAL DATES

gn!reader | gojo, geto, yuta, nobara, itadori

“satoru gojo if you don’t get your ass to figuring out a puzzle i’ll kill you.”

your boyfriend stares at you from the velvet armchair, leg hanging over the side and cheek resting against his knuckles. “aw, baby, relax. we still have so much time.”

“i knew i shouldn’t have trusted you to pick our date.” you huff and turn away from him.

it wasn’t that satoru couldn’t think of a good date idea. he’s brought you to countless places across the city—a roof to stargaze (he crossed his heart and hoped to die if he got you in trouble for it), a hole in the wall cafe with some of the best desserts you’ve ever tried, a vintage store that smelled of old books and sweet coffee, and had a fluffy balinese cat who would lay on its back and stare at customers, waiting to be pet.

but this time, in an escape room where he’s barely grazed the row of evidently suspicious paintings on the wall, and answered “hm, that’s a good question,” or something like it to three of your guesses, you wonder if you should signal the employees through the security cameras to let you, and only you, out of here.

“y’aren’t having fun?” he teases.

you roll your eyes, hard, hoping he could sense it even with your back turned to him. “i have to figure out some curse by a guy named frederick, alone. what do you think?”

and then you hear him stand up, hear the sound of him tapping, shuffling?—you’re not really sure, something, before coming closer.

his steps are slow, purposely louder than usual so that you can hear him travel all the way until he’s right behind you. then satoru, in typical satoru fashion, holds the key to the vault you’ve been trying to get into for five minutes in front of your face, before leaning over your shoulder with a grin. “how about now?”

“top 10 people i’d break up with my boyfriend for?” geto reads out the title of the slideshow before you can.

“hear me out.”

“you know i’m your boyfriend, right?”

“no way, really?” you ask in faux shock before giving him a look. “be quiet and listen, i’m presenting.”

“who you’d break up with me for?”

“number one.” you ignore him and switch slides. suguru doesn’t miss how your lips twitch, wanting to smile at your own cube slide transition you apparently took the time to apply.

“no one,” you say easily. “i love my boyfriend despite how annoying he is, and i would never ever think of breaking up with him. also, if he tried to break up with me, i’d throw up and cry to make him feel guilty and remember all the good times we’ve had and why he’s dating me in the first place.”

your boyfriend in question leans further back into the couch and lets his chin rest in his palm as he hums thoughtfully. “happy to know you’re willing to throw up and cry and beg, but—”

“i didn’t say beg.”

suguru says your name—quietly, smoothly, with an amused lilt at the end despite your slideshow and what he’s about to ask next. “you know i can see there’s 12 more slides, right?”

a beat passes.

he’s still watching you intently as you finally smile.

“of course. so for the real number one—”

“can you just fall over once so i can feel better about myself?” you huff with slightly bent knees, and fingers intertwined with yuta’s while he slowly skates in front of you despite, apparently, never having had the chance to try ice skating before this.

the sun keeps you warm despite the chill as a few other couples skate around the rink—some mirroring you, others faring better.

yuta blinks, and then he lifts his head just enough so you can see how the corner of his mouth twitches past his scarf. “would it really make you feel better?”

“i dunno, maybe. try eating some ice first.”

“okay.”

and before you can say anything, his hands leave yours as he falls onto the ice with an ‘oof!’

“yuta!” his name leaves your lips in panic. the sudden disappearance of support makes your legs wobble, and your skates dig into the ice before you make your way toward him.

your boyfriend groans, his cheeks flushed, though whether from the cold or embarrassment, you’re not sure. you feel guilty for laughing a little when you speak, “i was joking, oh my god, are you okay?”

his hands move instinctively as he goes to push himself up, before he quickly realizes how cold ice is against bare skin. “yeah, ouch—ah, cold, cold! i know—i just thought i’d be better at fake falling.”

he winces as you awkwardly help him up, standing still as you give him a once over and rewrap his scarf around his neck. you joke softly, “you know what? seeing my boyfriend hurt himself didn’t make me feel better. sorry for asking.”

despite the slight ache in his tailbone, yuta manages to laugh. “you know what would make me feel better?”

“what?”

his face, already tinted red, flushes more as he realizes what he’s asked. but it’s too late now, and he probably deserves it—”...a kiss?”

an ad for a vintage market had popped up a few days ago, and nobara had excitedly agreed to go when you sent it to her. (she was slightly less excited at the thought of waking up early to get there first, but the competition, fashion, and “getting to buy rich people’s things” were enough to motivate her.)

you’re pulling at the sleeves of the coat you’ve found when she pops up beside you, flaunting a grin and pair of shades on her face. “do you think i look cool or super pretentious?”

you smile back. “depends on if you think i look cool or super pretentious.”

she taps her chin and hums before looking you up and down, exaggerating the head movement so you can tell despite not being able to really see her eyes.

“want me to spin?” you ask. but before she can even answer, you turn 180° and lift your arms, letting her soak it in. she watches as you walk around the stall, careful not to go too far so it didn’t seem like you were stealing.

“maybe if you were older and lived in a house with four cars or you were gojo, super pretentious.”

the mention of gojo makes you snicker. “...but?”

nobara’s smiling at you when you turn to face her with eyebrows raised. she lifts her hand to shoot you a thumbs up. “you’re not, so i say you look super cool.”

her face suddenly gets serious. “but seriously, what do you think about these shades? cool? pretentious? gojo?”

“what would you do if i said gojo?”

“break up with you.”

“i never took you as a cat person.”

“neither did i, i don’t think i am? but look how cute he is. his name is waffle,” itadori says without looking at you, focused on the fluffy grey cat in his arms.

waffle purrs and rubs his head against yuuji’s chin, who lets out a noise between a whimper and coo in response.

you huff. “coming here with you was a bad idea.”

he gasps. “don’t say that in front of waffle.”

“because now i want to adopt a cat,” you continue, laughing a little at yuuji’s tightened grip around waffle.

he makes a noise of agreement and pouts. “but if we didn’t come, we’d have never met waffle.”

“and porridge?”

“and russell.”

you snicker at the thought of russell—an orange cat in one of the other rooms who was one of those cats that really looked like he didn’t have a thought in his head. maybe because he was orange. “yeah, you know what, fair enough.”

yuuji decides to put waffle back in his kennel, but keeps playing by pulling the pipe cleaner tied to one of the cage bars up and down, getting him to jump up and grab it. “ahh, hi waffle, you’re so cute. i hope whoever adopts you is the best person ever.”

the sight of them playing makes you smile and pull out your phone. turning on your camera and pointing it toward yuuji who tilts his head and laughs, eyes lighting up as his new friend flops onto his back, you think it’s as good a time as any to get a new lockscreen.

surprise.! Get jujutsu kaisen'ed. i've never done this format i had no idea how to divide them so i just. used dividers. hm. i'll figure out if i like that or not later. no i didn't have anyone in mind for geto's slideshow. didn't know who wouldn't be... weird.

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#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo x reader #geto x reader #yuuta x reader #nobara x reader #itadori x reader #jujutsu kaisen x gn reader #.. cant tell if theyre ooc. choosing to not think too hard about it. or at all. amen

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sunaluv · 1 year

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BEST OUTSIDE HITTER- K.S

Event m.list

sakusa, ever the gentleman, held his arm out for you to take as the two of you made your first appearance at the tokyo awards night. you gracefully wrapped your manicured, jewellery-clad hand around his toned arm that was concealed by the crips suit he wore.

before you could even look up, the flashing lights of the photographers came crashing in. you stood up straight, gently running your hands down across the crystals of your dark mermaid dress. the sequins caught the reflection of the vigorous flashing causing a twinkling like affect on your dress.

your eyes met your husbands eventually after looking him over from the polished black shoes to the signature curl that rest against his forehead. for a moment, the sounds and shouts of the people around you stopped as your proudness and affection shone in your eyes.

you were very proud of kiyoomi.

the two of you walked down the red carpet, giving people time to admire the two of you, get good photos and whatnot until you finally entered the ballroom of the awards ceremony. quickly surveying, you caught the eye of the rest of the MSBY team, as well as players from other teams, some bringing their partners as plus ones, others bringing friends or going solo.

after you two made rounds, you pecked sakusa on the cheek before going to catch up with the friends you spotted earlier.

the awards ceremony had officially started. the volleyball teams were seated around their assigned tables meaning you could not sit with kiyoomi, but his frown was short lived as you he basically demanded you cheer the loudest for him if he won, to which you corrected him with when he won.

the black jackals had gotten used to their usually stoic teammate wearing a faint smile when around you, so they learned not to question it when kiyoomi returned with pink-dusted cheeks and a smile not so easily caught as his head was ducked down.

the announcer had finally made it to the athlete's awards after what felt like years of watching last year's volleyball highlights. you swore you saw all the players sit up straight when a man in a fine suit wheeled out numerous gold trophies that caught the spotlight as they travelled.

"...and now for the outside hitter's awards," the pretty lady announced as the slideshow behind her showed various outside hitters' highlights. you couldn't help but smile seeing numerous clips of sakusa on the screen.

"this year has been exploding with new talent. as we know, most of the teams have at least fifty percent of new players coming from the same tournament back in the high school days..."

her introduction to the category was great, but the anticipation was eating you up inside, making you a little antsy. meians fiancee chuckled from her place beside you at the roundtable as she watched your leg bump up and down restlessly.

"...and now to announce the winner of the best outside hitter award of 2023..." your leg stopped. the room was silent as she peeled open the envelope, matte red lips lifting at the name inside.

"...and your winner is... sakusa kiyoomi of the MSBY black jackals!"

the room erupted into applause as his teammates clapped him on the back all at once. though particular about who touches him, he didn't mind this time.

his onyx eyes met your excited ones from across the table and you clapped your hands, whispering a silent well done, I'm proud of you, as your cheeks started to ache from all the smiling.

the cameras followed as he ascended onto the stage, shaking hands with the announcer and the trophy guy before taking the slightly heavy trophy from his hands.

he then made his way to the microphone.

"thank you so much for this," he started still in shock, a smile of disbelief on his face. "I'm not sure i was expecting this, but i know one person was" he spoke teasingly, looking directly at you. "I'm beyond grateful to MSBY and my teammates for setting up an environment for me to show my skills because clearly, it paid off." the shouts of atsumu and bokuto could be heard, which made his smile grow wider. "ill continue to make you proud, thank you for believing in me, everyone."

the room again burst into congratulatory shouts as he made his way down the stage, receiving many more claps on the back from other teams.

on the way back to his seat, he passed your table, cupping your cheek with one hand, and briefly pressing his lips to yours. you ignored the wolf whistles from the people sitting at your table.

"i knew you would get it, mr best outside hitter sakusa kiyoomi."

he chuckled and nodded.

"i know, thank you, my number one fan."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#hq drabbles #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x you #sakusa drabble #sakusa x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu drabbles

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greynatomy · 9 months

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Boyfriend

Hailee Steinfeld x Fem!Reader

Wrote this pretty quick. Not my best work, but still something I wanted to write.

Let me know what y’all think!

-grey

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Waking up to the sun shining on her face through the gap between the curtains, Hailee blinks her eyes awake. Reaching for her phone on the nightstand, she checks the time. Waking up earlier than usual, she cuddled back into bed, turning around and reaching out, only to feel empty sheets.

Confused, she lifts her head up, looking around the room, realizing she’s alone. Seeing as she couldn’t fall back asleep, she gets out of bed, stretching, and walking into her shared closet to get dressed. Deciding on a graphic tee and some black sweats, she goes on her way to the kitchen.

On her way to the kitchen, she sees you sitting on the sofa with your coffee, scrolling through whatever on your phone. She goes up to you.

“Good morning.” She says, giving your head a kiss.

“Morning hun.”

As Hailee was making her coffee, she hears you watching something on your phone. The thing is, it sound like the same sound on loop.

“What are you watching.”

You freeze.

You were caught.

Think of something. You said in your head.

“Nothing.”

“Really?”

Hailee grabs her cup of coffee and leans against the kitchen island. You start recording her discreetly, but being someone who was used to cameras being pointed at her anytime, anywhere, she knows, but doesn’t pay any mind.

“I heard the sound looping. Are you on TikTok?”

“Fine. Yes. You know I’m addicted to it.”

“What are you watching.”

“A video.”

“Of what?” She asks, raising an eyebrow

Fuck, you’re so hot.

“Thank you. You’re pretty hot yourself.”

“I said that out loud? Damn. At least I wasn’t lying.” You stop recording, but call Hailee over.

“Now you wanna show me what you watching?” You cuddle into her once she’s settles next to you.

“Yeah, you got some thirsty fans, me included. I need more boyfriend Hailee in my life.”

“Boyfriend Hailee?”

“You’re telling me you don’t know what that is?”

“No, what’s that?”

“Just you with your less feminine days looking sexy as fuck doing absolutely nothing.”

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Following For You

*Slideshow of boyfriend Hailee images —> a stitch of a video of Hailee*

“I heard the sound looping. Are you on TikTok?”

“Fine. Yes. You know I’m addicted to it.”

“What are you watching.”

“A video.”

“Of what?” She asks, raising an eyebrow

Fuck, you’re so hot.

“Thank you. You’re pretty hot yourself.”

“I said that out loud? Damn. At least I wasn’t lying.”

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Boyfriend Hailee spotted this morning

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#hailee steinfeld #hailee steinfeld imagine #hailee steinfield x reader #hailee steinfeld x fem!reader #hailee steinfeld one shot #gaynatomy #hailee steinfeld imagines #celebrity x reader #celebrity #female celebrity #hailee steinfeld fake social media #celebrity fake social media #fake social media

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I've been rewatching One Punch Man and the thought about a painfully average looking reader being so strong is stuck in my head

Like maybe the reader works at like a small restaurant that she's been working at for basically all her life and she just get so strong from doing basic chores and having the mental capacity to deal with bad customers

Maybe like one of the baki characters went to try the restaurant out and maybe gotten a big crush on the waiter, whose being harassed by some rando

But before the can tell the guy to scurry on out of here or get a swing at him, she just completely knocks him out with like a punch to the face or something, and maybe the guy was really big like nearly the size of a bear

Or we can take the Garou route and say that Yujiro decided to try the restaurant out just cause' and is like really demanding, enough to get the reader pissed and correct their behavior

And their way of correcting behavior is basically "stop that" and then BAM, they suddenly he's transported in an alleyway somewhere, conveniently forgetting what happened before

Ooo, just imagine the reaction of the baki characters like your crush basically is the strongest person in the world, Yujiro doesn't even compare

Knocked him away with a simple punch even when he's fully prepared for her

This silly idea basically was brewing in my mind, and since this has lots of Yuji bullying, I thought you might like it

Funnily enough I have an older request that was in queue to be answered with basically the same concept! By the way, turns out I've already written a reader knocking out Yuujirou in one blow! I hope I haven’t built myself a reputation as a Yuujirou bully, although this post won’t help my cause.

Also, the whole idea of reader being insanely strong from menial labor reminds me a lot of Hajime no Ippo. Main character turns out to have top tier boxing potential from working at his mom’s fishing business and carrying heavy crates for the clients. Safe to say I like the reasoning a lot!

Baki Headcanons: One Punch! Reader

I’m leaving Yuujirou as a final opponent so to say, because otherwise the whole thing would be finished in 5 minutes. Imagine the anime intro with slideshows of nature scenery, and the narrator dramatically elaborating the plot and explaining why Yuujirou is the strongest creature on Earth. And literally the next panel he’s unconscious and reader awkwardly stares at the camera. Narrator coughs and has to mumble “Well I guess that’s it” and the curtains fall. That was it. That was the whole story.

So I’m going to go for a random buff stranger to showcase Reader’s strength. You have just finished taking Baki’s order. Maybe he took some of the men out to discuss certain matters. Maybe he wants to ask Retsu, Katsumi, Jack and Hanayama about their encounter with Pickle before his fight, to get some insight. He’s heard Katsumi has a big crush on the waitress here, so he picked the spot more as a joke to tease the Karate master. While attending the table there’s giggles, side glances and elbow nudges and you can only wonder why Katsumi refuses to speak (usually he’s very chatty with you) and the others have a grin on their face.

As you walk away, you notice your newer coworker struggling to handle a customer. He’s bowing repeatedly and apologizing for his mistake to a man wearing an indifferent yet sour expression. The large man begins to raise his voice and throws in a few inappropriate insults, so you gently push your coworker away, hinting that he should leave it to you, and you promptly take his place.

The customer seems to think you’re some higher up, next in line to beg for his forgiveness or perhaps suggest a discount as a peace offering. Nonetheless, he wants to make sure you understand your situation, so he stands up. Before he can open his mouth, you loudly and curtly exclaim “We unfortunately do not accept this kind of behavior. Leave, now.”

Several people have now turned their heads as the tension increases. Katsumi is uneasy and the rest of the men are also quiet, observing the unfolding event. Baki discreetly exits his booth, ready to interfere in case the situation escalates.

The man is visibly angered by your lack of fear. Once several of his threats go unanswered, he lifts his hand. By this point Baki is walking towards you. You sigh, not wanting to cause a scene. The whole thing happens rather fast, no one is entirely sure what they just witnessed, but the window is shattered, the stranger is crumpled on the sidewalk and covered in glass shards and you’re standing next to his table, fist clenched and bloodied up.

Calling the men ‘baffled’ would be an understatement. You have to explain several times that no, you’re not a professional fighter and you’ve never trained a day in your life. In fact, you’ve been working at this restaurant from the moment you could walk. It’s your family’s treasured business and you can’t see yourself doing anything else. Retsu is bewildered and demands to have your skills tested, because you could turn out to be a fearful martial arts user. A whole argument ensues and you compromise on joining them to the Underground Arena to demonstrate how far your strength goes. This evening only, and then you’re back serving customers.

Once you defeat Yuujirou, however, you’ve sealed your fate. You can’t just demolish the Ogre with one blow and walk away as if nothing happened…

*Now this is just a random thought that immediately came to mind when reading the request. Since Reader can easily beat Yuujirou, imagine the amount of people feeling like they’ve finally been avenged. It could even be a whole arranged spectacle. You know those fairs from cartoons, where one person sits above a small pool and you pay to throw a ball towards a target in order to drop them into the water? Same concept, really. There’d be a never ending line of people that have been wronged by Yuujirou somehow, so they throw some coins and Reader goes in for another punch. Yuujirou destroyed your gym? Threatened you on the street? Scared you so much you wet yourself? Gather around and enjoy the show for a small price.

#baki #baki the grappler #baki headcanons #baki hanma

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thinking about making tiktoks with Matty or Ross (u pick!) in. Like filming day in the life videos so your boyfriend is in a few clips. Thinking about Ross cooking and then noticing the camera so he sticks his tongue out/ throws a tea towel at you. Or Matty explaining something excitedly and then shaking his head with a smile as he pushes the camera away. or getting one of them to do the voicing over your makeup trend. I think Ross would be quite jokey but Matty would NOT play like ‘now she is going to bake under her eyes to stop creases’…. He know his shit. TikTok boyfriend !

omg in the bday party/shy gf universe they could both do it after the girls decide the fans need content during hiatus... frankly i think we as a society need domestic ross content, so little tiktoks of him cooking or making cocktails (i think he likes doing this for you at the weekend, i really do!!) would be so perfect - at first, when he's lowkey unconvinced or you catch him unawares, he does the tea-towel throwing, but he actually gets quite into the little videos in a really "this is fun i can be deadpan and sarcastic" kinda way. to offset the sarcasm, i reckon you also make little photo slideshows of him being cute; presenting you with flowers, snuggling into you half-asleep, mid-cheer or laugh from across the table in the pub watching the football, that sort of thing. i think matty would be like the ideal person for reaction vids, like ayame with the hydraulic press/bottle rolling reactions or even rating fashion from red carpets etc, like he genuinely would be so fucking funny. and YES to the makeup voiceover thing - imagining him doing it while he's high is absolutely sending me, like him being all "right, starting off with eyeshadow, which i think i might have bought her but honestly i can't remember. whatever, it makes her eyes look stunning. also did you guys know that there are crushed bugs in red eyeshadow so it's really hard to make vegan ones? fucking mental. mascara - fun fact, she puts it down her bra to warm it. jealous. she put some on me the other day and i looked FIT, by the way. okay, moving on... foundation, concealer, contour, what the fuck is that- oh, it's blush, but it's liquid? whatever will they think of next. is she gonna bake the undereyes to set? no? ooh. bold move. straight in with the liquid shiny stuff on the cheekbones. lipliner, hot. lipstick, hot. lipgloss, hot. yeah, i'm about to go and fuck THAT combo up. byeeeeeee" lmfao. this is so cute i love it!! <3

#mads answers asks #ross asks #shy gf #matty asks #into the birthday partyverse #fluff asks

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le-velo-pour-dru · 9 months

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I have a slideshow to share with you all. Ahem.

Thank you for your consideration. ❤️

[ID 1: A title slide that reads, "Why Dallon Weekes is Really A VAMPIRE, By Dru". The word "vampire" is written in red in a harsher font and in all caps. To the left of the title is a photo of Dallon Weekes under purplish lighting during an iDKHOW concert. To the right of the title is clip art of a stereotypical vampire sitting up inside of a coffin, a glass of wine in his hand.

ID 2: A slide titled, "Introduction". The body of the slide states, "Dallon James Weekes. You know him. You love him. ...Or at least, you think you do. But what if he was hiding a more sinister secret below his floral print shirts and immense musical talent? In this presentation, I will prove that the Dallon Weekes you think you know is actually a bloodsucking creature of the night." An image is below this of Dallon with red eyes, smiling and giving a thumbs up. The caption says, "Ignore the h8rs and keep being a demon, guys. That's what really matters."

ID 3: A slide titled, "Reason #1: His Lyrics". The body of the slide states, "To start, let's take a look at his lyrics, specifically the lyrics of his song Kiss Goodnight." Below this is a screenshot of some lyrics from Kiss Goodnight, which read, "Should you invite me in / To spend the night on the floor / Oh please believe I'll believe I'll be a gentlemen / Or you can show me the door". There's more text below this, which states, "Pay special attention to that first line. He says, 'Should you invite me in', suggesting to his wife-to-be to invite him to her place. Now, why am I pointing this out? Because who is it that needs to be specifically invited to places before entering? That's right. VAMPIRES." The word "vampires" is bolded, red, and in all caps.

ID 4: A slide titled, "Reason #2: His Youthfulness". The body of the slide states, "Look at Dallon in the 2000s." Below this is a photo of Dallon from when he was in The Brobecks. He's looking to the camera with a smile. The slide then says, "Now look at him today." Below this is a photo of Dallon during an iDKHOW concert. He's speaking into a microphone and holding up a water bottle. At the bottom of the slide, it says, "Not much difference, right? Twenty years have passed, and he still looks as young as ever. Now, who else are known to stay looking the same age across long stretches of time? That's right. VAMPIRES." Once again, the word "vampires" is bolded, red, and in all caps.

ID 5: A slide titled, "Reason #3: His Hint Hiding In Plain Sight". The body of the slide states, "Now, the final reason. I've saved the best for last. For our final piece of evidence hinting towards Dallon's vile vampirism, let's look at Le Velo Pour Deux, shall we?" Below this is a screenshot of some lyrics from Le Velo Pour Deux, which say, "Vampires never have to complain, / Of living a dull circumstance / So let's all pretend that we are undead, / In turn of the century France." Below this, it says, "Again, pay special attention to the first line. Or even just the first word! Because what is it that he refers to? VAMPIRES. This begs the question: how would Dallon know anything about the way vampires live? Well, if you take all the previously discussed evidence into account, it becomes clear that the only possible reason for this is that he himself IS a VAMPIRE." Both instances of the word "vampire" are bolded, red, and in all caps.

ID 6: A slide titled, "In Conclusion...". The body of the slide states, "After viewing this slideshow, it must become clear to you that Dallon Weekes is, in fact, a vampire. This just goes to show you that you can't always trust your first impressions. Where you may see a kind, funny, charismatic father of two with outrageous musical talent, there may actually be a bloodthirsty, fanged monster lingering just beneath the surface..." Below this is clipart of Dracula edited to have Dallon's head over the normal head. /end ID]

#dru speaks #the beginning of this slideshow has been sitting in my google slides app for quite some time now #but i suddenly got the motivation to complete it last night XD #anyway. i hope this slideshow has convinced you and that you can finally see him for what he really is >:D ❤️ /j #dallon weekes #the brobecks #idkhow #idkhbtfm #i dont know how but they found me

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the-fandom-abyss · 2 years

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Dopamine

Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff ♡

Word Count: 1,015 words

A/N: This was an idea I had that was inspired by one of her songs and set designs from the Happier Than Ever tour. I had this thought while at the concert because my brain didn’t have enough to focus on. Purple italics are the videos that are playing on the screen

When inspiration strikes, an artist would be a fool to ignore it. That's what kept Billie busy for the past few weeks as she created a new song. A song that she was bursting at the seems to produce and perform. Her relationship with you was her motivation to write, create, reach new heights. The most she could do in return is show you the best way she knew how.

During her Happier Than Ever tour, she announced that she would be performing an unreleased song. Her fans went wild with the unexpected news, all giddy to hear it first. Her crew were all aware of her secret plan and how she wanted it executed. Even her family were part of the plan, everyone was aware except for you. The one person she truly wanted to surprise, the one she structured this whole set around.

The night had arrived and Billie was buzzing with energy, she couldn't wait for it all to fall into place. You were currently standing with her mother, just beyond the crowd. She was proud that she had held on to the secret for as long as she did. Months of planning and preparation went in to this and she didn't spill a drop. A personal best that she truly thought she'd never reach.

The lights began to dim and the crowd began to scream. A bright smile played upon her lips as she ran out on stage. She caught your eyes from across the room and her smile blossomed to a big toothy grin. She offered a small wave before starting her fierce set. You were none the wiser as she sang, indulging the crowd. It wasn’t until halfway through the set that you started to notice the changes in her routine. A song was meant to start straight after another and yet Billie stood in the middle of the stage. There was no backing track, no lasers, no lights. All there was were her and the thousands of people that came to see her.

“Are you all excited to hear my new song?” She asked the crowd, knowing full well what their answer would be. The crowd erupted with cheers and screams, eager to hear the new material. “This one’s for you, it’s called Dopamine” she mentioned, pointing her finger in your direction. To the crowd it looked as though she was pointing to them, but you knew better. The lights darkened and the screen buzzed to life, a video began to play.

The door to the bedroom opens to reveal you, standing in front of the mirror. It was the night that you were celebrating Billie's landslide of a Grammy win. Unbeknownst to you, Billie was leaning on the door frame, camera in hand filming the process.

"What are you doing?" You asked, eyes never leaving the mirror. Behind the camera, Billie's lips formed a smirk, before she lifted off the frame.

"I'm filming you" she moved closer, capturing your beauty. The camera just caught the eye roll that you had given her and the giggle that followed.

"But I'm not ready yet" it was only then that you looked away, eyes meeting with the camera. A shimmer of a smile was directed towards Billie, one that she was a sucker for.

"You are beautiful regardless" Billie's sweet tone filters through the room. She starts to saunter over to you, the camera moving with the sway of her hips.

"Stop" you say with a giggle, shying away from her. Without hesitation she wraps her arm around your waist, pulling you into her. The camera now facing the two of you, filming a sweet moment as Billie captured your lips. The kiss was cut short when the video ended.

The crowed was enthralled by the video, eyes glued to the massive screens in front of them. The video transitioned into a slideshow of photos that surrounded your relationship. There were pictures that you and Billie had taken, her family had taken and then photos you didn't know existed. Those were the most special, they were taken through Billie's gaze and that was pure love. It made your heart pound to see your relationship, clear as day on the screens. It made your heart burst when you placed them with the lyrics flowing from Billie’s lips. All you could do was swoon over her surprise and wish nothing more than to be wrapped in her arms.

"And here is the worlds cutest couple" another video appears on the screen. The camera revealing you sitting in Billie's lap, comfortably snuggled into her neck. Her hands traced you spine, lulling you into a state of pure comfort. Billie’s laugh can be felt through the vibrations of her body, rippling on to you.

“It’s all her” Billie says sincerely, nodding her head towards you.

“Oh definitely” Finneas agrees, laughing when he sees your reaction which was to further snuggle into Billie. A failed attempt to hide your reddened cheeks. Billie kissed the top of your head, resting her own on top of yours.

The screen returned to normal, filled with a clear view of Billie. The song had ended with a great reception from all those that had heard it. With a fleeting look towards her mother, who gave you the all clear, you made a direct line for the stage. The crowd tried to follow Billie’s line of sight, searching for you amongst the sea of people. It wasn’t until your figure could be seen hopping the barrier and climbing the stage, that they realised that you were amongst the adoring fans. Without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around Billie, spinning her around in the spot. A fit of giggles could be heard through the microphone, both yours and hers blending together. Once Billie’s feet were firmly planted on the ground, she pulled you in for a kiss. Both passionate and delicate, her way of conveying just how she felt in the moment. You were her hit of dopamine and that’s all she needed in this crazy, ever changing world.

#billie eilish #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish x you #music #music imagine

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muddyorbsblr · 1 year

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i have never

See the full 14 Days Collection here! See my full list of works here!

Summary: When you reveal to your co-stars that you've never had a positive experience kissing anyone, let alone a good experience doing more than kissing, Tom visits you in your hotel room to rectify that situation.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: steamy moments (this is 1 of the 2 non-smut stories from this collection); language; mention of bleeding

Things to be aware of: coworkers to lovers; reader isn't inexperienced but she's had horrendous experience

"Okay I might need help with this, I gotta be honest."

You showed the page that you placed a little pink post-it flag on to your female co-stars, Scarlett and Lizzie, the flag pointing to the part of the script that showed your character had to kiss Loki and a look of 'contentment and relief' had to be visible on your face.

"Wait why? You've had kissing scenes before," Lizzie prodded, looking at the surrounding dialogue of the kiss.

"Yeah, I know, but those kisses were meant to be awkward and I had to be visibly uncomfortable, which is great because that's all I know how to be when a guy kisses me." You grimaced as memories of sloppy, teeth-knocking, way too rough kisses gone wrong began to flash through your mind like a train wreck slideshow.

"Oh sweetie…if you're worried that it's gonna be bad because Tom's going to make it uncomfortable, you got nothing to worry about," Scarlett commented with a chuckle. "Man's never had a bad kiss scene in his life. Ask Lizzie."

"Mmhmm. Yup. Can confirm," the redhead said with a playful grin on her face.

"Well that's all well and good but I'm not worried about him giving me a bad kiss. I'm worried that I will." You slumped your shoulders as they gave you doubtful looks. "Alright then let me put it this way. All the kisses I've had off camera are…fucking awful. On camera I can look past because it's supposed to be awkward and dorky and maybe even so cringe I wouldn't wanna watch it even if you paid me. But the guys I've kissed in private? Let's just say that the least traumatizing kiss I've had ended with my lip bleeding because the fucker bit me too hard."

"Babes, that's absolutely awful!" Lizzie looked at you with her jaw to the floor. "Are you telling us that every guy you've slept with is—"

"Fucking awful? Yep. They didn't have any redeeming qualities. And before you even ask, yes, that means that I have fucking faked it. For years. No one's ever got me to the promised land." You slumped in your chair from the admission. "So that's why I need help. I haven't the first idea how to even look like I'm content because every experience I've ever had is…subpar."

The two promised to help you until you three were called to set, imparting knowledge about imagining a wave of calm overtaking you coupled with the contradicting feeling of a wild fluttering in your stomach. Actions-wise, to pull him closer, as if you couldn't possibly be close enough, clinging to him as if your life depended on it. And the desperation that implied this was a last kiss, because ultimately it would be for your characters, considering the tragic death the Russo brothers had in mind for Loki.

It'd also be the first and last kiss you'd have with the man you'd had a raging crush on since years before you were even a blip on Marvel's radar, so you took all their advice to heart just to make sure that at the very least you didn't leave a horrible impression with him once this scene was over.

After all, you still had all of promo period to get through and considering that the Marketing team had already found your old socials from high school and had concrete evidence that you absolutely had a phase where you shamelessly fangirled over Tom Hiddleston, they would most likely test your sanity and pair you off with him for some, if not most, of the press junkets.

That was the whole reason you were currently in one of the dining tents, your head slumped down on a table as you watched a whole bunch of kissing scenes on YouTube while you furiously jotted down notes on the back of your script. Your scenes were finished for the day, and all you had to do was wait for someone in the costume department to assist you out of your costume. You retrieved your phone from security, meaning you were no longer allowed on any of the filming sets considering how careful all the execs were about spoilers getting out.

"Elizabeth told me I'd likely find you here." You jumped in your seat at the dulcet tone of Tom's voice filling the former quiet of the tent, quickly straightening your posture and turning your phone off, putting the face down on top of your notes. "Apologies. I didn't mean to startle you."

"No, no, it's all good, really," you chuckled out, the nerves beginning to peek through in your shaky tone. It was borderline impossible keeping your composure around him considering that he'd been in a tight-fitting black muscle tee, the rest of him clad in his character's leather pants and boots, putting on egregious display what exactly Marvel had to edit out during post production of the first Thor movie. "What's up?" you squeaked out.

"Truly, nothing. I just wanted to tell you I look forward to filming with you tomorrow." He placed a hand on your shoulder, bared by the rather revealing nature of your Enchantress costume, his thumb gently stroking your skin. "I'll see you tomorrow, darling. I'll see if I can get someone to assist you with your costume."

Your heart caught in your throat as you watched his eyes give you a once over, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, before leaving the tent.

Here lies Y/N Y/L/N. Cause of death? Sanity and ability to breathe were stolen by Thomas William Hiddleston.

Knock Knock Knock

You looked up from your position on the couch, your neck and back straining from being hunched over and taking notes as you watched compilation after compilation of the "best tv and movie kisses" on YouTube. Every bit of preparation you could do for tomorrow's scene short of trolling through Tinder or Raya, you would willingly do.

After all, if you looked stupid in your hotel room practicing how to kiss on your hand but no one else was around to see it, did you actually look stupid?

Yes. The answer was yes.

"I didn't order room service!" you called out in the direction of the door and sending the mistaken server on his way, turning back to face the TV and somehow transpose in your mind that the actors in the scene were you and Tom, trying to plan out how to move your body the way theirs moved, to not lean in too much so that your teeth didn't knock together, and to not even think about any lip biting considering your own dreadful history--

Knock Knock Knock

You groaned at the insistent mistaken case of room service and turned off the TV, flipping your notes over so that in case they were of the nosy variety nothing could leak. The last thing you needed throughout production was Holland and Ruffalo greeting you tomorrow morning with open arms and goofy grins saying "One of us! One of us!"

"I'm sure you're mistaken, buddy, I didn't order any--"

You opened the door and realized it wasn't room service on the other side. It was Tom, looking at you with a soft amusement in his eyes, the mortification spreading through your system at the knowledge that he was seeing you clad in a loose cotton ruffle sleepwear dress that went down the length of your arms and fell to your knees.

The farthest cry from the allure of Amora. And yet the best possible representation of yourself in real life.

"O-Oh uhh…hi," you stammered, constantly shifting your posture in your attempt to seem casual. "What's up?"

You felt even more chagrined when those eyes that haunted your every dream since you were a teenager that was every bit the awkward dork that you were at this moment once again gave you a once over. Only this time the smirk graduated to him biting his lip. What is his deal? Is he really just trying to make me spontaneously combust? Burn off the final shred of sanity that I'm holding on to? Did he choose me as his use case for a scientific study to prove that death by swooning was most definitively a thing?

"Y/N I heard you earlier today with Scarlett and Elizabeth." Someone call the cemetery and have them erect my tombstone. "I didn't intend to, but I'd been walking by the area and--"

"Ohh fuck," you groaned, pressing your hands to your eyes and spinning in your spot trying calm your racing mind. "Look I'm really sorry maybe we could talk to Anthony and Joe and we could have them write the scene out comp--"

Your words caught in your throat in a hitched squeak as you felt his hands wrap around yours, pulling them away from your face. "Look at me, please." You opened your eyes and became stunned silent when you saw a tenderness in his as he framed your face in his hands. "I'm not here to ask you to talk to anyone about getting the scene written out."

"Then why--"

He silenced you by pressing his lips to yours, all the words beginning to melt away. What little knowledge you'd gotten seemed trivial now, as he coaxed you to kiss him back, as the world around you seemed to fade and a strange quiet washed over you. As you felt your entire body come alive with every tender brush of his lips against yours.

So this was what they meant.

He pulled away from you, one arm wrapped securely around your waist to keep you close, and the other hand gently cradling the back of your head. "I came here because you are a woman who deserves to be kissed breathless. Often. By someone who knows how." He gave you a soft smile before slanting his mouth over yours, tongue gently brushing along the parting of your lips as if asking for entrance.

It was as if your whole body weakened once you parted your lips and felt his tongue gently flicking against yours. His arm tightened around you as he lifted you up seemingly effortlessly and pinned you to the wall, his lips never once leaving yours.

When Tom broke the kiss you were both gasping for breath, the air once again leaving your body the moment his lips latched on to your neck, his hands roaming down your body until they hooked around the backs of your knees to wrap your legs around him. You had to clap a hand over your mouth to muffle the resounding moan that escaped you the second his hips rolled into yours.

"No, darling," he groaned against your skin, one hand reaching up to wrap around yours and pry it away from your mouth. "I want to hear you." He moved away from your neck and brought his face inches from yours. "I also heard one more thing. A downright sacrilegious thing. About how you've had to fake your pleasure with everyone you've laid with."

He placed your hand on his shoulder, which you quickly hooked around his neck to hold yourself up as he lifted you away from the wall and walked further into the hotel room, making your mind spin with what he intended to do next. "So you heard that, too, huh?" was all you could say as you did your best to remember how to breathe.

"I did. And I wish to change that, too. If you'll let me."

You could only nod before his lips were back on yours again as he laid you down onto the bed.

A/N: I had to fade to black some of these stories if I wanted to meet deadlines, okay? 🤣

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rosexhart · 1 month

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Waiting for Sunset

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Gekko x Reader

Accidentally running into the agents of Omega Earth, you are taken hostage. Hostages aren’t common for them, but you seem to be the exception. So much for your first time in L.A.

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The next few days were quiet. There was a mission that Gekko and the majority of the people I’d met had to attend. The other agents I really didn’t know. I spent most of my time training and working on paper work for Cypher. It was a slow few days. When everyone did come back, it was an unsettling feeling. A quiet had settled over them. Even Gekko’s usual loud and bubbly personality was suppressed by a heaviness. During a more quiet evening Brimstone called a meeting with all agents. We all piled into the living area, and I sat with Gekko and Neon. Brim had the screen switched to a slideshow with the only text reading— Project Mirror.

“Alright Agents. As you know, Omega Earth is continuously evolving as are we.” He started, “Which means we are expecting them to have a new agent same as us within the month. We need to stay alert. We also have a new issue. They took their first hostage and we need to make sure they take no others. From now on I want to make sure a few of you are checking the surroundings areas for any wandering civilians as a precaution for the time being.” Brim mentioned before clicking a button. The slide changed.

“First up, we are going to get changing recon rotations.” Brim’s voice began to drone and I spaced out for a while. Gekko’s hand patting a constant rhythm on his leg, and when he wasn’t doing that his leg was bouncing.

“Any questions?” Brim asked as I finally came back to my senses. There was a silence among us.

“Good. Dismissed.” Brim said stepping away as quite a few people began to walk away or chat.

I was about to do the same and see if Cypher had any new work for me when Gekko pulled me aside.

“Hey, do you wanna get some fresh air?” He asked me and I nodded with a light smile. We took the teleporter up to the place I first came into when I was brought here. It was always more comfortable up here.

“Thanks Gekko,” I said softly as we walked around the broken courtyard.

“No problem, I know how stuffy it gets down there especially for the little guys.” He said walking with me and kicking a rock along with his foot.

“Speaking of, where are they?” I asked and he patted his bag.

“In here, I’d let them out but man my brain is melting and I just need a quiet minute.” He said and I laughed.

“I get that,” I said back brushing some hair out of my face that had fallen there with the wind.

“Oh me and a couple of the other agents were planning on doing some shopping later this week. You should join us.” Gekko said speeding up his pace to walk in front of me, while also walking backwards so he could face me.

“That sounds like fun but I doubt Brim will let me out.” I mentioned and he shook his head.

“Leave that to me, I’m sure with a little persuasion we can convince him to let you leave at least for a few hours.” Gekko said and I rolled my eyes.

“Good luck with that.” I said and he smiled, slowing back down to walk by my side again.

“No luck needed when you’re me.” He said and I laughed. A whirling of machines and clicks sounding behind me somewhere. Gekko’s head turned and he waved. I looked back to see a camera with a faint blue glow to the lens studying us.

“That’s just one of Cyphers cameras.” He mentioned as the camera folded back and practically disappeared against the ruined brick.

Later going down to Cypher’s lab, I stopped for only a moment noticing a faint line that crossed the door way. I passed through it with ease before Cypher turned and looked at me.

“Enjoy your time with Gekko?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yeah. He’s growing on me.” I stated as I sat down at the little makeshift desk he had set up for me.

“Gekko is a good person, but getting those small creatures of his was a mess.” He said shaking his head while working on something.

“What am I working on today?” I asked as I looked over the manila folder with a tentative gaze.

“Need you to go over the last mission reports… I felt like Brim was missing something.” He said as he typed in a code on his computer. I nodded as I sat down to look over the reports. He was right. There had been some type of change from the last mission to this one. They were getting more aggressive.

“Cypher this isn’t right is it?” I asked looking over a report a final time and he looked over at me with a sigh.

“I was worried you may say that. It is in fact truth. I’m not sure what changed in their tactics but we are going to have to evolve ours or risk a detonation.” Cypher said and a lump formed in my throat.

“Can I help?” I asked and he turned looking at me. “Not unless you become radiant overnight.” He stated and I hummed in thought.

“Maybe not radiant but good with a weapon.” He laughed and nodded.

“I like your thinking.” He stated and we worked in quiet the rest of the day.

The next day was much the same, but I was pulled away from tasks by Gekko.

“Come on,” he said pulling me back outside, “it is essential to me that you learn something outside of the scary protocol so I’m gonna teach you my spray painting skills.” He said spinning a can in his hand.

“Spray paint? I thought that was Raze’s thing?” I mentioned and he looked at me.

“We are all allowed to have the same hobbies. Hers just also involve explosions.” He said with a smile as he started painting on a rather large canvas that was precariously hung from the bricks.

“Ok, we’ve got a nice foundation, now,” he pulled me over by the wrist and put the can in my hand, “I’m just going to help you with the finer details, but what do you want to make?” He asked and I looked over the blank canvas.

“How about something simple, like your wingman?” I asked and he smiled.

“Don’t giving the little guy an ego.” He said as he positioned his hand over mine, and helped me make the basic shape of wingman. “Good, now we go in with a little lighter just to add some high lights to him.” He said as he picked up a lighter color. He was closer now, his chest brushing against my arm and shoulder as he stepped back behind me. He was close and only now I realized how much time we truly had been spending together. It was making my heart beat a little faster. Perhaps I was just over thinking our interactions.

“Piece of cake,” he said as he took the can from me and picked up another. My hand and wrist already spackled with flicks of paint. “Now we can add more line work.” He said and we continued like this for probably a half hour. My breath constantly catching anytime his hand met mine. Finally after a little bit of time we stepped back and there was wingman, holding a weapon, looking back at us in his spray painted glory.

“Not bad,” he said looking at me, his own hand covered in flecks of paint.

“Well you did it, I just held the can.” I stated and he waved it off.

“Nonsense,” he stated, “you got the makings of an artist if I have anything to say about it.” He tidied up the paint cans and glanced at me.

“So uh… I was thinking.” He started and I crossed my arms.

“That’s dangerous,” I said and he scoffed with a laugh.

“Shut up, I was thinking maybe you could join the rest of us for movie night. If you’re up for it.” He asked and I raise an eyebrow at him.

“What movie?” I questioned and he shrugged.

“It’s Raze and Killjoy’s turn to pick tonight so your guess is as good as mine.” He said standing up straight again.

“Alright,” I said with a shrug and he smiled.

“Cool,” he said as he brushed off his hands, “Let’s get back I’m sure they are wondering where we are.” I nodded in agreement as we headed back for the teleporter. A whirling noise caught my attention and I glanced as Gekko went through the teleporter. There I saw one of Cypher’s cameras, but the blue hue was more of a red now. I made a mental note of it before also stepping into the teleporter.

Once back down in base, I split ways with Gekko and got myself cleaned up. I brushed back my hair from my face and stood in my room looking over my clothes and getting into something more casual. Not exactly pajamas but just more comfortable than my everyday wear. There was a rhythmic knock on the door I’d come to know as Gekko’s and I went and opened it. He smiled as me as Wingman raced in.

“Hey, dude!” He called out chasing the little guy into my room. I didn’t mind him being in here but it would be a lie if I said it didn’t make my face flush. He snatched up wingman and looked around at the little decor. “Man, you really got nothin’ in here.” He said and I huffed.

“I haven’t really left since I got here.” I mentioned and he looked back to me.

“If I don’t have any missions we will go out tomorrow so you can at least get a few things.” He said gently as he walked back out of the room with the little creature garbling at him. We walked out into the living space were several already were. Killjoy, Raze, Yoru, Pheonix, Jett, and Neon. They all looked more comfortable in their pjs and were sat in what I assumed was their respective spots. Gekko went and sat down, and I debated sitting next to Jett and Neon, but Gekko patted the cushion next to him. I went and sat next to him as Killjoy used the remote to start the movie. The caption called the movie, Prey. Not sure if it really was any could, I could only focus on Gekko. He bounced his leg again, his arms spread out on the back of the couch, the little dude tucked between us, garbling at anything scary. I leaned forwards scared to make him uncomfortable by leaning back against the cushion. Maybe I’m over thinking this.

“Wow that was.. something.” Neon said as the credits started to roll through.

“Not our best pick,” Killjoy admitted as she stretched.

“It’s alright, always next time.” Raze said, playing with the ends of Killjoys hair.

“I kinda liked it,” Gekko said and Neon looked at him.

“You and I both know why you liked it.” Neon stated and Gekko immediately sat forwards and began to stutter.

“I— I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said clearing his throat before standing and picking up Wingman.

“Oh! A flustered Gekko! That’s a first.” Jett mentioned leaning forwards and rubbing her hands together.

“Alright I’m not getting ganged up on like you guys did last week. I’m going to bed.” He said walking away and then Phoenix stretched and stood.

“I’m out too, gonna need that beauty sleep.”

“What beauty? All I see is an out dated style.” Yoru mentioned also standing to leave.

“Man, why you always have to shit on my style?” Pheonix asked as he followed behind Yoru. Leaving me and the girls behind.

“So, (Y/N), you’ve been here awhile now. Any crushes?” Jett asked me and I looked over at her.

“Uh.. no? I haven’t spent time with anyone really. Except Gekko.” I mentioned and she huffed.

“Seriously? Figured Phoenix would find some way to spend a day training with you. Guys ego is bigger than his walls.” Neon mentioned and I laughed.

“Yeah no… I’ve only really seen him in passing. Gekko has done most of my training and spent time with me.” I said leaning back for the first time all night.

“Don’t let them pressure you,” Raze started as she freed her fingers from Killjoy’s hair. “These guys will do anything for a little bit of drama to spice up the day to day here.” Raze mentioned and Killjoy nodded.

“They were all over Raze and I asking questions about when we would get together.” Killjoy stated looking over at them and Jett shrugged.

“Can you blame me? You guys work well together. I wanted to see some action, and you two not just gawking from afar.” Jett stated standing up and jumping up from the conversation pit and glided to the floor towards the kitchen.

“And you have no concept of personal space to let us come together on our own.” Killjoy mentioned

“Ah it’s all potatoes. Speaking of, I’m gonna make food, do you guys want anything?” Jett asked as she opened the fridge.

“No, I’m off to bed.” Neon said getting up and heading out.

“Yeah same for us.” Raze mentioned and Jett pouted.

“(Y/N)?” She asked and I sighed.

“I’ll stay up for a bit.” I mentioned as I walked over to join her in the kitchen. She smiled as the rest left us.

As she cooked, I watched her carefully step around the kitchen, her short pony tail swaying with the movement.

“So, how much do you know about Gekko?” Jett asked me and I hummed in thought.

“Uh… well I know what his file says. I know he skates, and knows how to paint.” I mention and she turns and smiles.

“I will tell you, even though he was born and raised in Los Angeles, he is incredibly well versed in the world.” Jett says, spinning a knife in her hand.

“He seems like it. He seems very kind as well.” I mention and she nods as she turns away from me.

“Yeah but don’t let him fool you. He’s loud.. sometimes a bit what’s the word…passionate.” Jett said, still facing away from me. I wondered quietly what she meant by that.

Soon enough I was tucked back into my room away from everyone and silently debating going back outside just to clear my head. My thoughts slowly melting as I mindlessly scribbled on a piece of paper. The night grew later and I could deny it no longer. I needed to release some of my pent up energy. I exited my room and started down the quiet corridor that no longer seemed so ominous. I made my way for the teleporter and once outside began to walk where Gekko and I had earlier in the day. Seeing our painting still hung on the wall. I smiled as I let the cool air run over my skin. Garble garble. I looked down to see Wingman.

“Hey little dude,” I mentioned and he tilted his head. Garble garble garble.

“You know I can’t understand you buddy.” I said, crouching down to his level, he leaned into my hand and held it tightly. I smiled and pulled him up, placing him on my shoulder like Gekko often did.

“I imagine Gekko must be around if you’re out here.” I said as I continued. Garble garble.

“Wingman! Come on! I do not want to play hide and seek tonight dude.” I heard Gekko’s voice beyond a door way. I looked over at wingman.

“This is a common occurrence then?” I ask the small guy as Gekko rounds a corner. He jumps and holds a hand to his chest.

“Jesus… you scared the crap out of me (Y/N).” Gekko said and he looked at Wingman.

“Did you know that they were out here?” Gekko asked looking to Wingman. Garble garble. “Dude seriously? You don’t know the difference between them and a grilled cheese sandwich. Don’t tell me you could smell them.” Gekko said crossing his arms. I laughed a bit.

“He could smell me?” I asked tentatively as they both looked back to me.

“He picks up on small changes here and there.” Gekko said as he held his hand out for Wingman to jump to. Wingman did so willingly. Gekko looked back up at me.

“So… uh. Still on for shopping?” Gekko asked, and I smiled.

“Of course,” I stated and he nodded.

“Cool. Good.” He nodded dusting his hands off. The awkward tension growing around us was too much.

“Do you mind if I sit with you? I just need some quiet.” I stated and he nodded.

“Oh yeah, sure. You can sit with me.” He said and I smiled as we walked back to where he had been. A set up to deploy a bunch of training drones if wanted. We sat down on the wooden bridge boards and looked out into the distance. The moon barely gracing over our presence behind the cloudy skies.

“Cypher mentioned some concerns today..” I said looking over at him. His eyebrows raised a bit but he shook his head.

“Nothin’ we ain’t had before.” He said as wingman rubbed his tiny eyes.

“Does it not bother you?” I asked and he looked over at me.

“Can’t let it bother you. Life just happens. Gotta roll with the punches sometimes. We aren’t always going to win every battle.” Gekko said before looking off into the distance. I could only nod in agreement as we sat in comfortable silence.

A week or two had passed with Gekko and I still training together, I had begun to know the team a little better. Over all everyone had been very welcoming, and I had finally been allowed to add some personality to my room with small decorations. We were out today, the shopping center Jett chose was not really busy. The world felt off though. I could sense a tension in the air.

“Ayo, (Y/N),” a hand came in front of my face and I looked to Gekko, “you doin’ alright? Your heads been in the clouds.” He mentioned and I nodded.

“Yeah just dreading going back to the reports I know Cypher has waiting for me.” I mentioned and he nodded.

“That’s fair, not exactly fun.” He said stirring his boba.

“Enough work talk! (Y/N) you were searching for colleges before everything happened right? Why don’t you tell us about home?” Jett asked and tilted her head a bit at me and I smiled.

“Sure but maybe when we get back.” I said trying to shake my unease. Then, as if on cue, all of our earpieces rang.

“All agents return to base we have an emergency.” Brims voice was laced with a serious concern. We all stood up and were quick to make our way back.

“And just when I was starting to relax.” She mentioned.

When we got back to base everyone was readying up, and another announcement came over the ear piece.

“I want Neon, Jett, Omen, and KillJoy to my office.” Brim’s voices was heavy as Jett waved and raced to his office.

“Wonder what’s going on.” Gekko said as he set his hands on his hips. An alarm sounded and Gekko looked at me.

“Go to your room and lock the door.” He said swiftly as his creatures came out of his bag.

“What’s going on Gekko?” I asked and he shook his head.

“No time to explain, go to your room, and don’t come out until you get a notice from Brim.” He said and I nodded heading for my room as he headed off in another direction. My mind racing as agents passed me by. I closed the door to my room and locked it up tight. My heart racing. I braced the door with the door with the chair that came in the room. I stepped back and looked around the room. No way to communicate, no way to figure out what to do. My palms began to sweat and I dried them instinctively on my pants. I sat on my bed and pulled my knees to my chest. I could hear bits and pieces of conversation over the ear piece which eased my worry a little bit but not much. Soon enough there was an intense silence that made my ears ring. Then a static in my ear piece. It was loud and irritating. I slipped it out of my ear, and set it aside. There was a loud knock on the door.

“(Y/N), you in there?” Gekko’s voice called and I stayed quiet, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I instinctively held my breath and backed up from the door. My hands brushing over the cool metal of the desk. “(Y/N),” the door handle jiggled. I couldn’t hear anything for a moment. I shifted slowly, walking towards my closet to see if I could find anything I could use as some sort of weapon. My heart racing, the blood rush roaring in my ears as I took my umbrella. It would have to do. I held it tightly, and backed up once more. Waiting to see if they would break the door down. The hours ticked by, and I heard nothing for a long time. Then, a heavy knock.

“(Y/N)?” Brims voice called out, and I approached the door, “facility is secure, you can come out now.” His voice sounded right. I approached the door and slid the chair out of the way. Opening it, Brim stood there, looking down at me.

“How did they get in?” I asked and Brim sighed.

“We didn’t realize it, but they had access to the main teleporter and were able to manipulate it to get in. I’m having Cypher look it over now while all teams have been deployed to survey and make sure they aren’t detonating a spike.” Brim stated before turning on his heel and walking away.

“I suggest you go help Cypher.” He said as he headed away. I did as he said and made my way into Cypher’s lab. He was typing away viciously.

“Need some assistance?” I asked and he sighed, setting aside his hat.

“I would appreciate it.” He stated and I sat down in my space. There was a large stack of papers.

“Are the others ok?” I asked tentatively, and he paused.

“Yes,” he muttered, “Gekko is with Sage. He will be safer than most.” He stated, and I looked at him with a furred brow.

“I didn’t ask about Gekko.” I mentioned and he looked back at me.

“Figured you would.” He mentioned and I pressed my lips into a tight line. It was true Gekko was growing very swiftly on me but I didn’t think it was that obvious. “He also asked I keep an eye on you while he was gone.” Cypher mentioned before typing away again. My face flushed and I turned towards the work I had been given, hoping to distract myself with the work. A worried tapping of my finger on my pen was the only sound in the room at one point. I suppose it began to annoy the usually calm and patient Cypher as he walked over and took the pen from my hand.

“Let’s take a walk.” He said as he started out of the lab.

“What-What?” I said standing up and following him. We trekked through the facilities winding halls before Cypher walked out into the training area. He threw me one of his coins, which I’d come to learn are actually trip wires. I caught it and looked at him.

“Everyone at one point or another was scared of having their abilities. They are alarming, scary, and in cases like Neon, if they are not adequately handled, can kill the user.” Cypher said crossing his arms.

“Ok?” I said looking at the small device, “what does this have to do with anything?”

“You’re not adequately handling your thoughts.” He muttered, “You’re distracted, and it’s causing me to lose focus so.” He shrugged his shoulders, “you’re running drills until you can learn to focus. Gekko was much like you, a ray of sun light among a storm of anxiety about letting down his team. You have to realize you’re going to see enemies. You’re going to have problems. You have to learn to overcome come that anxiety in order to live and not just survive.” Cypher mentioned setting up one of his trip wires. “So… drills.” He said gesturing to the training grounds. I huffed before taking a breath and starting. He was right, but I’d never admit it.

It was sometime later I finally collapsed on my bed and took a breath. After a grueling few hours of drills and a long hot shower the wear of the training finally hit my body and the uncomfortable stiff mattress had never felt better. I was almost asleep when a small knock hit my door. I groaned and rose up from the bed, and approached the door. I opened it to see no one there and was about to slam it shut when I glanced down. Garble.

“Oh, Wingman? That must mean Gekko is back. What are you doing buddy?” I asked as I crouched down to his level. He came inside and I didn’t really think about how, but more why he looked even more tired than me.

“Shouldn’t you be with Gekko?” I asked and in his small noises he garbled before hopping up on my bed and flopping down. It made me giggle as his little body jiggled, and I walked over.

“Alright you can nap with me, but make room.” I said laying back down and covered us both up before letting the cool pillow ease the blood rush to my head. Sometime later I woke up to the soft Garbles of Wingman and looked up to see Gekko stood in the door way frozen in abject terror.

“I’m so sorry,” he said softly scooping up wingman and I shook my head.

“It’s fine, doesn’t bother me any.” I mentioned, rubbing my eyes a bit to look at him.

“I told him not to bother you while I got cleaned up.” Gekko said shaking his head. “I’ll make it up to you.” He said closing the door behind him. I looked at the clock and seeing it was late I rolled back over to sleep again. What a week.

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nburkhardt · 1 year

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You Called My Name (My Whole World Changed)

(Please listen to, Before I Loved You by Phillip Phillips to know the music)

TheHair was a mystery to the public, suddenly appearing one day with ‘Second Chance’ and never posting again. Not even an announcement of an official release of the full song, everyone wondering if the person just left it alone because they wanted people to come up with their own version or if they realized it was a mistake and went back home.

Steve smiled as he heard the music fill the room and he couldn’t believe how well it came together. How he managed to write that in only a year of being together. But it’s here and he feels giddy that others will hear it, that he’ll hear it officially. He’s read the lyrics in the notebook, has felt the words traced on his skin. It’s not that much of a surprise but he knows he’ll love it and Steve can’t wait.

The video that he uses is full of clips of them together from the last year. The first one is of them slow dancing in his living room cropped enough so both their heads aren’t shown, then it’s a mix of clips he’s taken. Of his partner sitting in the driver seat a hand on the wheel and the other shaking in the direction of the camera but the face is blocked by wild curls, another clip is the camera zooming in on someone tuning a red warlock guitar. The clip switches right before the face is shown. Before it ends it’s a quick slideshow of a bunch of their pictures, ending on a single picture of the two of them kissing. Steve’s leaning on an amp and the other is pulling him close.

TheHair: I was barely alive, always hiding the pain. I was nobody before I loved you. #happyoneyearanniversary

He took a deep breath before finally hitting post and immediately putting the phone down and pushing away from the desk. Walking into the other room listening to the laughter and what sounds like an argument coming from the kitchen, he stood against the doorway to watch his boyfriend and his best friend argue over what looks to be their last brownie.

“It’s mine! My sunshine made it, so move away!” His boyfriend moved to grab it but his friend moved again, “come on Jeff! I had like two, Stevie doesn’t bake these often they’re special!”

Jeff rolled his eyes, shifting again to block the counter, “you live with the guy, Eddie! Just ask for more!”

He smiled as Eddie pouted, tried to grab it again before giving up and crossing his arms. “Fine. Take the brownie, I’ll just have- Stevie!” His whole face lights up and he moves quickly to throw himself at him, easily catching him in a hug. “My lovely, beautiful, amazing boyfriend. Stevie, darling, don’tcha think brownies sound wonderful right now?”

Laughing, he shakes his head and presses a quick kiss to Eddie’s lips before pulling away and finding Jeff shake his head and walking pass them, leaving them alone. “Did you and Jeff really just argue over a brownie?”

“Hm, maybe? How much did you hear? Wait, why are you back in here? I thought you had something to do in the studio? Wait, wait! You got the song back today right? How does it sound? Is it the one I read? Did it come together the way you wanted?” Eddie’s words flying out and he bounced out of his arms, looking around for his phone, “did you post it? Where’s my phone! JEFF, do you have my- no wait ah-ha!” He held up his phone with a wiggle before turning it on and facing away from him.

Before Steve knows it, he hears his own voice.

‘I was nobody, nobody, nobody. You called my name and my whole world changed. Cause I love somebody cause I love somebody. I was playing with fire didn’t care if it burned and I was barely alive, always hiding the hurt. I was nobody nobody nobody before I loved you’

“Stevie” Eddie’s voice is soft and there’s a sniffle, turning around he has tears in his eyes and a smile, “Stevie- oh my god. This is, this is beautiful, honey. I love it so much, I love you”

Eddie’s walking back towards him and Steve meets him half way, “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you, Eddie. I love you so much, happy anniversary my love”

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So, I didn’t plan on writing more of this au. But I heard this song and immediately thought of Steve and of course, Steddie. But mostly Steve writing this for Eddie 🥰

Hopefully everyone also gets the same vibe I got when I first heard this song because I was listening to it while writing this and a little bit of doubt went into my ear and I had to double check with @i-less-than-three-you 🤣

ALSO! Just so everyone knows, Steve landed in some tough spots being by himself and not knowing what he’s doing yet. That’s why his account got ignored. He met Eddie at a bar and they don’t click immediately but became friends and it took another month before getting together officially. Eddie’s band, Corroded Coffin is an up and coming band and their manager ended up overhearing Steve singing to himself one day and fast forward to this fic, is signed and making music officially. (Steve still hasn’t met Robin yet)

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #modern au #stranger things fic #steve x eddie #stranger things #I could do more world building for this #but it’d be pieced together and not a straight story #nburkhardt writes

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chrissturniolosbitch · 29 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/chrissturniolosbitch/745965626975256577/dont-let-the-tiktok-sturniolo-slideshow-kids-on

alr I am on the younger side of the fandom, but if im being honest I dont fw the drama, rumours, nothing. and I lowk love the edits, despite song choice and the way the camera is pointed. I love it. its my favorite bc its showing what the editors created and how they wanted the edits to go, I love watching it because its their creation and whatnot. I love the dirty comments because its supporting the editors in a way.

either way the triplets are grown adults and sturntok needs to grow up and come to terms w reality. they arent children anymore and honestly probably dont give two fucks if they have people writing or editing them in certain ways.

I feel like they’d be content with it, seeing that people like them enough to dedicate their skills of making masterpiece videos and beautiful, beautiful writing. seeing people look up to them so much that they care enough to make things about them would be a good thing.

and to be hot enough for people to get off to them just by edits and writing?? I could only wish for that.

you couldnt have said this better, and THANK YOU FOR SAYING THIS!!! everything you said i literally feel so heavy on. Like i love the editors!! i myself am an editor and have so many friends who are too. The dirty comments and audios make the edit better bc you feel the vibe?? does that make sense😭😭 BUT THE END YESS!! id feel so fucking powerful i knew people got of the pics of edits of myself like wdff😣

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #mellspeaks

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Busted

Two hours into the board meeting, the voice of the presenter had faded into nothing more than a throbbing drone in the back of the attendees’ brains. Victor had his camera off and was leaning back in his chair, his ankle resting comfortably on his knee. In his right hand was his phone and his left, a clicky pen. He subconsciously raised and lowered the point of the pen while his eyes focused intently on the screen of his phone.

There was a knock at the door and the CEO looked up briefly, glanced at his computer screen, and called out, “Come in.” The door opened to reveal a rather frazzled-looking Goldman, hair blown every which way and drops of rainwater still dripping down his nose.

“Boss, I know I’m late. The weather was awful and-”

Victor cut his assistant off with a simple raise of the hand. “Just give me an abbreviated version of your report. This meeting isn’t that important, anyway.” He placed his phone face-down on the desk and turned away from the computer to give Goldman his full attention. The assistant took a moment to compose himself before nodding, brushing the damp hair away from his eyes, and holding out a sodden folder. Victor accepted it and flipped it open; thankfully, the cover had protected the documents inside.

“Very well. I have filed the press release forms with ASU and should hear back from their publicity apartment within 48 hours. Mr. Brenneman from Progressive Logistics will be here tomorrow to discuss the fourth quarter investment, so I’ve included a copy of their profits for quarter three. The report from-”

Goldman was cut short by the sound of Victor’s ringtone filling the office. He paused and respectfully glanced away while the CEO lifted up his phone and was surprised to see the presenter’s name on the screen. “It’s Victor.”

“Mr. Li, it seems that you must have looked away from your computer for the last few minutes as you have not responded to my messages. Your girlfriend is very cute, sir, but if you could please stop screen sharing the slideshow of her, that would be much appreciated. It has proven to be quite distracting.”

Victor’s eyes immediately shot to his laptop screen, where he had missed multiple messages from multiple members of the board. They ranged everywhere from “Um, Mr. CEO? What’s going on?” to “You’re making us all jealous!” to “How many pictures of this girl do you have?!” His cheeks flushed as he nearly dropped the phone in his haste to disable the screen share mode which he must have accidentally turned on when setting down his phone. Goldman did his best not to laugh out loud at the uncharacteristically flustered Victor; it was even funnier not knowing what had made him so.

“We’ll finish your report when the meeting is over.” Victor cleared his throat and kept his voice steady, by all means doing his best to pretend the last five minutes never happened. “I’ll call for you when I’m finished.”

Goldman took that as the dismissal it obviously was and exited the office with haste, barely making it to his own office and closing the door before bursting out into laughter. Victor, meanwhile, covered his face with his hands and stared up at the ceiling through the cracks between his fingers. Perhaps next time the meeting was boring, he would find something other to do than watch a slideshow of the girl…

#a short one today #hopefully it was a safe for work folder #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #love and producer li zeyan #evol x love #love and producer victor #love and producer #mlqc fanfic #mr love queen's choice #mlqc victor fanfic

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182 Days of TPN - Day 182

Epilogue: "Dreams Come True"

I'm gonna be honestly with y'all, no matter how many times I've read through this chapter over the last couple days to try and prepare myself, all my thoughts and comments are still so similar to what I originally wrote two years ago. I doubt anything I say now could top it but I'll apologize in advance if I really do sound like a broken record this time since my feelings regarding this beautiful finale really haven't changed since then. I'll start off with saying that I am a tiny bit bummed that we never got the chance to see the children explore the large city they arrived in, but the second season's ending slideshow sorta filled in that need for me. While the city is definitely a complete contrast to what they were used to living in back in the demon world, I love they all decided to create their own little village around where Emma lives. That'll definitely make her feel more at ease with being somewhere she's familiar with and I'm sure a majority of the kids fancy the wildlife surrounding them too, especially Ayshe and the dogs. Let's not forget how impressive it is that these kids were able to build so many houses on their own as well! And the idea of them taking turns to visit Emma so she doesn't get overwhelmed with so much attention at one given time makes me so happy. Speaking of our girl, she looks so pretty! She definitely looks like the Emma we've come to know and love with that big smile on her face (even if seeing her without her iconic 63194 still upsets me a little) while looking fondly at new photos of her large family. Sure, anyone in this world could've taken the photos, but of course I headcanon that it was Ray who purchased a new camera to do so.

Emma's face here is damn hysterical and Phil looks so proud of himself for surprising her. Seeing these young kids casually riding on top of a plane that large is truly quite a remarkable sight, but she had to at least hear that thing flying closer, yea? No way something that huge can sneak up on someone.

It is so darn cute how the younger kids act like buying a plane that size and flying it everywhere they go is totally normal. Their chill attitude has poor Emma completely speechless. I'm so proud of her for learning everyone's names though, not only by recognizing their faces but their voices too as she knew it was Phil calling to her from outside. Seeing Violet become a pilot is surprising but the job fits Oliver very well since he was typically seen holding onto a plane toy during numerous Goldy Pond flashbacks. Looks like he achieved his dream and I'm happy for him!

I'm even more excited to see Chris feeling 100% better and finally reuniting with Emma! It's sweet how he still loves her so much regardless her lost memories. I'm only noticing now but it appears Jemima even brought flowers for Emma? Ahh, these kids are too precious for words!

It's crazy how they're able to visit so many different places and experience countless new things all in the span of one single day, but I suppose traveling is pretty simple with a plane like that, not to mention how this world doesn't have any national borders to worry about. Seeing Yvette get inspiration and sketch everything she sees is adorable and of course you have Ray being the strict older sibling who makes sure everyone else behaves while out in public. I still wish more of the Goldy Pond kids were invited to join the trip, but I understand how meaningful it is to see all the GF escapees finally live out their dreams which they shared with us at the very beginning of the story.

One of the most ridiculous and funniest things this extra chapter reveals to us and Emma is how Norman became the leading man behind some huge multipurpose company. I know his motive was to act independently from the Ratri clan (which is fair because I wouldn't wanna rely on those bastards either) but at least have the company be a fresh idea in his mind or a little new, not hit us with his total success right outta the gate! I can accept this life for him further into the future for sure, but not at 15/16 years old! You're still a child sir! Dude must have really loved hearing others refer to him as "boss." Vincent would obviously be okay with that and I imagine Ray making fun of Norman each time, or jokingly calling him "emperor" like he did in one of volume 15's extra pages. Speaking of my boy, he looks way too chill and perhaps unbothered about this whole idea, or maybe he's just so used to his friends having crazy idea that he's become immune and knows deep down there's no way he can change their minds once they get this passionate about something. Even though this chapter is primarily focused on the GF children, it's nice to learn more about what Nigel and Sony are up to nowadays with their new roles.

Hearing how Norman was capable of skipping grades and essentially graduating is the most believable thing about this page. I'm sure the schools in the human world were nothing compared to the difficult tests he passed with ease at GF and Lambda. I'm relieved he and the rest of the Lambda crew are healthy as well, but I can't imagine him recovering while simultaneously constructing a large company from the ground up. Perhaps he focused on getting better first and then started on his career path, but then I'd have a harder time believing this boy managed to do so in less than two years, depending how long it took for him to fully recover beforehand. Norman is definitely a force to be reckoned with.

Moving onto everyone's wishes now and ooohhh my, the girls look simply gorgeous!! I love each of their outfits so very much! I especially like how often Anna has her hair up in that ponytail too. It suits her and she's beautiful! And it's adorable how she and Gilda pull Emma along with them so they can all take advantage of the 3-for-1 deal. Emma looks great in her new outfit too but I very much prefer her previous one, only because it's reminiscent of her GP out a little bit. So happy our little musician was able to witness an opera too. I've been to several Broadway plays and musicals before but seeing an opera is still on my checklist for sure.

I gotta give kudos to all the children because while it's certainly insane how they're hitting everyone's dreams all in one day, not once do they ever look exhausted. They're having the time of their lives and are beaming with excitement no matter if they're fulfilling their wish or someone else's. Some of their wishes are really simple too if ya think about it, like a handful are things us readers could try out for ourselves, but after all the drama they fought through in the demon world, they absolutely deserve to enjoy everything this world has to offer them. I'm once again loving Ray being that caring older brother who makes sure his younger siblings don't exert themselves. Not to mention how damn hilarious it is to see him not even flinch while touring the haunted house. After the traumatizing childhood he lived through and the wacko world of the Seven Walls, nothing should frighten my boy, so I'd like to imagine he only entered the haunted house to look out for the younger child like Rossi and Alicia who are absolutely regretting their life choices. What matters is that Yvette is loving every moment of her wish and possibly laughing at her sibling's expense.

Despite mentioning how we could visit such places ourselves, I have yet to actually go watch an official soccer game, visit a hot spring or eat lunch in such gardens. I mean, I visited such botanical gardens down in the city but not once have I ever had a fancy picnic there! These young kiddos are out here making me jealous for real. I still find it so amusing that Rossi, a child who had fled from actual demons before, is amazed by dinosaurs. I guess it would be interesting to see such creatures whether they're alive or not. As of this previous weekend I can say I finally rode one of those old style trains as well, but Phil is way more excited about the adventure than I could ever be. So glad this moment of his was sorta animated, though he wasn't bouncing in his seat as wildly as he is here.

Everyone has these grand experiences in mind for their wish and Norman is over here just vibing with his two favorite people. It's real definitely simple compared to everything else but with how often the trio was forcefully separated throughout the story I know how much he doesn't wanna feel that pain ever again.

While I love how excited Emma was upon seeing the giraffes, I'm certain her reaction was due to seeing these animals up close for the first time. Of course I'd be ecstatic if our girl would slowly gain back some of her memories over time, they choose to show us the anxieties she probably feels every day about whether or not she's really Emma deep down and if she should act like the girl her family loves so much or just be her new self.

Phil being that one good boy who chooses to focus on Emma and her sudden mood switch while she's battling herself in her head.

I wanna say "oh sweetheart, you're anything but alone," but I know her amnesia makes her feel as if she's isolated from her family by not being able to remember every detail about them, the experiences they shared, or her true feelings. She can imagine this giraffe wish would've made her old self happy, since everyone else's wishes brought such big smiles onto their faces, but that's because they all wished for these kinds of moment their entire lives. New Emma is hearing about this dream for the first time and has no clue on how to react to a wish that isn't truly her own. She's probably even feels a little scared that she won't come across as genuine about the idea and she doesn't wanna disappoint her family by not living up to their expectations of what the original Emma would've done in her situation now. It really breaks my little heart to see her doubt herself so much when she literally has the greatest family in the world who would accept her regardless of what she acts like or feels.

One might think that Emma yelled so loudly to try to convince herself and her family that she's really excited about this wish, but to her surprise, she's rewarded with beautiful laughs. Once they arrived, Emma asked if her dream was to see a giraffe but no one bothered to correct her about how original Emma always wanted to ride one instead. To see this Emma reach deep down into her heart and shout with such confidence about what she really wanted to do is perfect in every way, so little does she know that her reaction was exactly what her family expected of her and they couldn't be more delighted to hear such words come from her again.

I'm in love with her adorable, surprised face and how she's in complete awe to learn that perhaps she and the original Emma are more alike that she's realized.

Aahhh it thrills me to no end that this little joke from all the way back from the first chapter is exactly how this series ends. We're coming fill circle baby!

Favorite panel/moment:

Oh no way, Ray's wish as my favorite? Wow, who could've possibly guessed that? Not to show any dislike towards the Mona Lisa or anything, but I'm very glad the story chooses to show us the kids visiting the Sagrada Familia way better. The architecture of this damn thing is impressive and it's insane how it looks this breathtaking despite it not being completely finished yet.

More importantly, this smile of Ray's is the most precious and beautiful thing I've ever set my eyes on! He's probably filled with so much emotion just by standing in a place he never imagined himself to be. He believe he was gonna die a long time ago but now that all his trauma is behind him and he fought his way to freedom, he's so grateful he's alive to actually see this gorgeous structure actually in front of him and realize that all the hardships he fought through alongside his family was truly worth all the effort. This face of his has absolutely lived rent free in my head these past couple years.

BEST GIRL!! I am so incredibly happy and proud of you that you achieved your dreams!! Truly inspirational and she undoubtedly keeps her top spot as my favorite shonen protagonist.

And with all that, I can finally say: End of series.

Seriously though, thank y'all so much for reading through all this, whether you were here from the very start back in April or ya caught interest somewhere down the line, I appreciate every single one of you! I dunno exactly when these posts went from a couple short comments to full length chapter reviews, so I apologize for all my rambling since I honestly didn't intend to write out such long posts. I literally couldn't help it. The love I have for this series is as strong as ever and I'm very surprised that even after these last couple years I still somehow manage to learn or notice new stuff about this world and these characters. One of the many benefits to reading through this story at a slower pace I suppose, and wouldn't you know it? Today is the perfect day to experience it all over again from the beginning.

(Yes, having the project end today was 100% planned from the start.)

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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