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pinguwrites · 5 months

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Cillian meets a fan (not the crazy kind, just someone who appreciates his movies) who has a boyfriend, but it doesn’t stop him from flirting with her because he thinks her stuttering and blushes are cute, plus he’s determined to have her.

Bro if Cillian did that to me I would fold instantly

Drabble: your favorite actor flirts with you

Pairing -> (hints of) cillian murphy x reader

Warnings: cillian being a little pushy, hints of emotional cheating sort of cause reader has a boyfriend

Disclaimer: This is not a reflection of Cillian Murphy's actual life. This is completely separate and is not intended to harm him or his family in any way. DNI if you're a Yvonne hater. This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

"I absolutely loved this," you said softly, motioning to leave, despite every instinct of yours telling you to stay. You were sure he could see it on your face, but, priorities first, and you really did have to get home. "But I gotta go. My boyfriend's waiting for me back home and, well," you gave a nervous chuckle, "I promised I would run some errands and it's practically night out, so . . ."

Cillian Murphy, the Cillian Murphy, a fact you could hardly believe, just laughed. "No, don't go. I'm sure whoever your boyfriend is will understand," he said, with a dissmisive wave of his hand. “I’ve enjoyed this evening together.”

You did, too. You were on your way to the supermarket when you noticed him getting out of his car. Your blood had pumped with excitement once you realized who it was, but you kept calm. That was, until he called you over and asked you to help him with his bags.

After a quick conversation and thanks, you revealed to Cillian that you were actually a fan, and that you just loved his movies. You hoped you hadn’t come off as obsessive, you knew how some people could get, and you didn’t want to push any boundaries. To your relief, he just smiled and asked you to sit down with him on the nearby picnic bench, to which you engaged in length discussions about work and family and simple getting-to-know-you talks.

“I have as well,” you said, trying not to look into his eyes. “But I really need to go. It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Murphy—”

“—Cillian,” he corrected.

“Cillian. It’s been a pleasure,” you repeated.

Cillian rubbed his fingers over his lips, as if in thought. Then, he grabbed his phone and handed it to you. “Put your number in. I’ll call you, and we can set up a date.”

You unconsciously bit your lower lip, but did as he asked. “You’d want to do that? With me?”

“Why not? You’re my age, funny, intelligent . . . attractive.”

You were surely going to faint. Cillian Murphy had just called you attractive. If you didn’t have a boyfriend you would have leapt into his arms and put a ring on it.

But you did, you reminded yourself. And he was probably waiting for you back at home. You were sure he wouldn’t mind your brief encounter with your celebrity crush.

“A-attractive?” you stuttered. You didn’t want to sound like you had low confidence. “Yeah, I mean. Thank you. You’re attractive, too — genuinely. Like, you’re gorgeous, actually.”

You winced at your choice of wording. Why did you have to be so awkward?

Cillian chuckled and leaned in closer. “You’re cute when you’re all flustered. You shuffle your body and part your lips. Did you notice that?”

You hadn’t noticed.

“I, um . . .”

“See, you’re doing it now.” He glanced down at your lips for a moment, then relented. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you go. I’ll be in touch soon.”

You nodded, grateful. You were sure if Cillian had pushed a little harder, he would have convinced you to stay — which wasn’t something you should be doing.

“Have a nice day, Cillian. I look forward to seeing you again.”

You both got into your cars and drove off in opposite directions, though you did look back, just briefly, with longing. The thought that you could get to know him even better made you so happy. He was just a person, but you were sure he’d be as sweet and lovely as he’d been so far.

You finally pulled into your driveway, but before you could get out your phone buzzed. Heart beating in anticipation, you picked it up and read the text:

Unknown: It’s Cillian. How about lunch next Saturday? I’ll pick you up at twelve.

You hesitated. You didn’t want to make it seem like you were interested in anything more, given your current situation, but, well, it was only just lunch. Like friends get all the time. There was no harm in that . . . right?

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#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy x y/n #fanfiction #pinguwrites

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linomilkers · 1 year

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lee minho x reader x bang chan

[warnings: bdsm dynamics, spanking, degradation]

. . .

Normally, when they do this, the roles are reversed.

Chan is always composed and careful with Y/N; his touch is tender, feathery sometimes but firm when it needs to be. He coos sweet words to her, cards the hair from her face when she mewls, gives her what she wants when she asks. He can be rough with her but there's always an undercurrent of fondness and warmth that slithers through his stony gaze. And again, he's lenient with her -- if she took whatever he gave her, she reaped the benefits by the end of the night.

Minho was rougher with her; much less tolerant to her whining and begging, and more likely to dole out punishment for much less. He squeezed tighter, grabbed harder, moved and positioned her body however he liked. She was always marked up in some way when they were finished, bruises from his mouth littered all around her body. He thought it was cute when she cried, would mock her whimpers while he stroked her tears away. "Aww," he'd sigh, almost dreamily "You must want it so badly don't you? If you'd listened to me then maybe you'd have it by now." And no matter how rough he was, the aftercare following was always sweet and gentle.

Both were good. Y/N liked it, and she liked that, no matter who she was with, she did feel cared for and loved. She'd grown used to the dynamics of their relationship and would want for nothing while she was with them -- she knew that. And she knew that she was lucky.

What she didn't know, was how different it would be for their assigned roles to switch.

Because right now, Chan is the one who pushed her onto the bed. He's the one who yanked her hips up so that her bum was in the air and hastily snatched her cotton underwear down her thighs. Minho had lazed his way in before he could actually start swatting at her, making a confused sound in his throat as he ambled to the bed, hovering over her.

"She doesn't listen." Chan replied gruffly to his silent question, and Y/N hardly thought that was fair. Maybe she was being a bit bratty, but all she wanted to do was hang out and he'd said he only needed thirty minutes. They were supposed to go out for lunch, her stomach felt hollowed out even though she'd eaten breakfast, and thirty minutes came and went. She wasn't in the mood to play "how long can Chan extend the amount of time he originally allotted himself on a file before he really had to leave". So when he tried to shoo her off for another thirty minutes, she'd stood her ground.

"I'm not going anywhere."

And it probably would have gone over better a different day. If he wasn't already overstressed and overtired, and not in a particularly playful mood, he probably would have laughed. Closed his laptop, asked what she wanted to eat, and tease her for huffing over being hungry.

He wasn't in the mood for it, Y/N could tell, but she kept pushing. Kept complaining, arguing with him to shut out of the tab, telling him he does this all the fucking time. He closed his eyes, took another slow, deep inhale before ordering, "Go wait for me in the bedroom." Which might as well have been saying You're getting punished for this. Usually that's Minho's line, so she's a little taken aback, especially when he follows up with, "You're already getting fifteen, do you want to make it thirty?"

Her heart was thudding in her chest -- this is new for them, really. Y/N is only ever a brat with Minho and that's just because she knew he liked it. To not only be a brat toward him, but for him to react this way. . .she was a little excited. Nervous, but excited, and she knew that if she really didn't want to do this -- if she wasn't in the mood to play, all she had to do was say their safe word and she'd be off the hook. They would talk it out, each would say their piece, they'd kiss and make up and they would eat.

But Y/N was interested to see where this went -- how it went.

So there they were, Y/N with her hips in the air, frowning as she tried to plead her case to Minho, "I was hungry!" She argued, "And he said thirty more minutes, and he did that fucking thing again where he tries to push it off."

Y/N doesn't know what she expected from Minho -- honestly, probably for him to take Chan's side, and encourage him to be firm with her. To uphold that No Brat Policy that he claimed to have. But she's pleasantly surprised when he makes a soft, understanding noise, "Ahhh," he hums, before crawling in the bed in front of her, ushering her upper half into his lap, letting her wrap her arms around his waist, "The poor thing was just hungry," he stroked her head, smoothing her hair down like she was his pet.

Chan was in the middle of removing his rings. She could hear them clatter in the dish on the dresser as he moved around behind them, "There was a better way to communicate that," he dismissed him, "We spoil her too much."

"Mm, you're to blame the most for it."

"Well, I'm fixing it now."

Chan rarely spanks her, and when he does, it's typically one fleeting swat after he guides her from one position to the next. She had no idea what she was about to experience, but from the way Minho was coddling her, she could only expect it would be intense.

The first was on her right cheek, the flat of his palm echoes with her skin and a gasp leaves her mouth. She clings tighter to Minho's waist, who shushes her, "Show him how good you are," he murmured, "Just like when you take them from me." The sting of it radiates from her bottom in outward spirals, encircling her lower half. Her heart still thuds against her sternum, her blood roaring in her ears, and the second comes quick, before she can even think.

"Count them." He ordered impassively, and his in-expression only makes her want to please him, which is the very same with Minho. Y/N wondered if Minho had coached him through this, told him what to do if he ever wanted to punish her effectively. To send her deep and floaty, in that space she likes -- the one Minho can get her to so easily.

The third makes her jolt forward, her face nuzzles into the soft fabric of Minho's quarter-zip pullover, "3!" Her voice is muffled against his stomach but Chan doesn't seem to mind. He allows her to be cooed and petted at by Minho, who is showing an unexpected amount of tenderness with her. But he usually just lets Minho do whatever he wants anyway without question, so that's really the one unsurprising thing. He's comforting, he smells good, and he's warm.

By the time Chan finishes, her bum is sore and radiating warmth around it. Tears make her vision bleary, she's sniffling and whining, but the complaint playing at her lips is replaced with a startled moan. He buries two fingers inside of her easily, down to his knuckle, curling them up, "It's scorching in here," he murmured, "And so wet. Fucking whore."

Minho guides her up so she's got her hands flattened out on the mattress, supporting her own weight. Y/N gets a good look at her when she looks at him to pout, and he presses the hair from his own face. His eyes are big, brown and beneath them is puffy, like he might have fallen asleep on the sofa, heard the both of them arguing, then made his way to the scene. "Put that lip away," he thumbs at it, pushing it back into her mouth.

"He's being mean." That works a laugh out of both of them, Minho presses a kiss to her mouth while Chan squeezes over the burning flesh.

"Don't act like you don't love it." Minho teases.

#stray kids smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #lee know x reader #lee know smut

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deadricslover · 9 months

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second time's a charm

here's my masterlist!

a/n: ^^^that's a gif btw idk why it's not playing for me. can u see it?

summary: your younger sister called recently to tell you she had found a boyfriend and she wanted you all as a family to meet him.

warnings: again, like the last post. the focus isn't on Bruce being your partner in this one...

pairings: fem!reader x bale!Bruce Wayne

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Two weeks ago your younger sister, Anna called you up and told you that she got a boyfriend and wanted you to meet him. Of course you said yes, as big sister duty and to see who has your baby sister's heart. She knew when she asked that you would want to meet him, but why she really wanted you two to meet was because she needed your opinion and approval. As silly as it sounded, she wouldn't want to be with him if you didn't like him or thought she could do better as she valued your opinion ever so much, like any little sister would-- even though she's not so young anymore. You needed to be there though for different reasons, yes, you wanted to support Anna, but you also wanted to make sure things ran as smoothly as possible and not like when Bruce met your family. To be fair, then, it was uncharted waters and you didn't know what to expect. You want to prevent the invasive mother questions and protective dad mode from arising. Sure, a couple embarrassing stories would be fun, but as long as things didn't go overboard, you were good. You hadn't heard much about this boy only the things that Anna was willing to share when she called you late at night rambling about how their first date went and you could practically see her twirling her hair as if she was in a film.

"Is there a dress code for this sort of thing? Meeting your fiance's sister's boyfriend" Bruce asks from your shared bed while you root through the closet like a racoon in a bin trying to find the perfect fit for Bruce to wear. You felt like a mom picking out clothes for her child. You eventually find what you're looking for and throw it at him while replying

"Yes, not pyjamas. Now get changed"

"Yes, Mom" he says smiling looking for a reaction out of you

"Would you rather pick out an outfit for yourself?" you question, spinning back around to see him now standing up taking off his shirt

"no, you just always do such a good job"

"do you want me to change you too?" you ask, now bickering like an old couple

"you know, I wouldn't mind-" he starts

"tough, you're a grown man that should be able to change AND pick out his own clothes" you say cracking a little smile, despite your efforts to not let it show. You close the door before he had a chance to say something else and also so he didn't she the grin creeping up on your face. You go straight to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water because who knew finding clothes for Bruce to wear would be so hard. Not like you hadn't done it hundred times.

Time passes and you two leave to go to your childhood home. It was safe to say you were probably in for a stressful night, constantly listening to make sure your parents don't drift in to a conversation tat would make Anna or her boyfriend uncomfortable. You and Bruce both knew that. The drive to the house was normal, but Bruce could sense that you were slightly worried at the possibilities.

"there's no need to worry, my love. Anna and the new boy should be the nervous ones" He comforts rubbing your hand as much as he could while driving while driving.

"if I don't like him, it will really effect how Anna sees this guy. I just want it to go well. Of course I want to like him and even if I don't, I'm not sure whether to mention it to Anna or to keep it a secret, if I keep it to myself then I feel like she might ignore all the red flags and I don't want her to get hurt but if I do tell her then I will feel like the bad person and that she can't make her own decisions an-" Bruce cuts you off

"you're rambling. I understand you're worried but everything will be fine, I promise" he reassures you sweetly, glancing over to you sitting in the passenger seat. He takes your hand in his and brings it up to his mouth to place it a little kiss into the back of it.

You step out of the car grabbing the last minute things that your dad asked you to pick up on the way here. Bruce meets you at your side and you walk to the door together, entering the house after a quick knock. You are met by your younger brother running up to the door grabbing onto you squeezing the life out his older sister.

You squat down to give him a proper embrace. "hi, big boy! you've grown so much"

"everyone's so excited to see you and mom is shouting at dad a lot" he innocently tells you. bless him for not knowing better.

"and we're here to fix that" you reply to your younger brother, max while getting up to say hi to everyone else. as you're walking away max runs up to Bruce and Bruce picks him up and they exchange greetings. Max looks up to Bruce so much, it's honestly so adorable.

someone that you do not yet recognise catches your attention and you soon realise that it must be the boy of the night, Anna's boyfriend who you still do not know the name of.

"hi, I'm Anna's older sister" you say to him offering your name also. He sticks out his hand for you to shake which catches you off guard but you accept the gesture no less.

"I'm Claude. I am with your sister" he says, a slight French accent flowing it's way to your ears.

"ooh where's that accent from" you inquire not 100% sure if that's an ok question to ask, but you did it anyways.

"my parents are french, my older siblings and I were all born in France and lived there until about eight years ago." he responds with a smile sending proud of his roots

"me and my fiance-- who is somewhere-- were hoping to go next year. any recommendations as to where is nice?" you ask trying to make conversation

he gives you multiple lovely places, explaining each is heaps of detail. you take each into account and make a mental note to check them out later on.

you spot your parents in the kitchen but more specifically, your mother hanging over your father's shoulder bickering with him, telling him that he is cutting the food wrong.

"mom, I don't think you can cut potatoes wrong." you call out catching her attention. she spins around and notices you and visibly sighs in relief.

"thank God you're here" she wraps you in an embrace while telling you how happy she is that you're here.

"everything will be fine. don't worry" you reassure her even though you aren't thinking the same thing at all.

"Anna is upstairs. she wanted me to send you up when you arrived. Where's Bruce?" she inquires looking around.

"with his shadow. I'll go up to her now" you say leaving. passing Bruce and Max on the way, telling him where you're going. You knock on her door and walk in when she says it's good for you to enter. she is sitting at her desk with a mirror propped against the wall touching up her hair. She glances at you in the mirror, puts down the tool and jumps up to run to you.

"I missed you." she tells you into your neck

"I missed you more. sorry I couldn't see you sooner." you answer, pulling back and sitting on her bed.

she sits down next to you and you start to ask her about the boy and teasing her about it and she gets all red and shy but it's so sweet. you've never been in this position before as you only have two younger siblings and Anna is the older of the pair. you remember when she was obsessing over the peeta from the hunger games when she was younger and now look at her. she is graduating soon and you are simply not ready for that. yes, you're not her mother but still, it's strange seeing her like this. You two talk for a little while more before you decide to finish off her hair for her while listening to some nostalgic music from your childhood together.

"he's downstairs. I feel bad leaving him but I need to look good and I'm kinda nervous" she says fiddling with her eyelashes.

"you do look good. And he is definitely not just dating you for your amazing looks, there's no need to worry" you inform her telling the utter truth

There is a knock on the door interrupting you two.

"sorry to interrupt, your mom sent me up. Claude and your family are waiting downstairs because dinner is ready" Bruce says popping in the door.

"oh sorry, we're on our way. just need to make sure Anna is feeling her best" you reply smiling at her in the mirror.

"he seems great, I was talking to him downstairs when max went away to get his new firetruck, that's the only time I got a word in with someone else" Bruce says showing how obsessed your brother is with your boyfriend.

"yeah I think so too. unless he comes out with some major criminal record" you tell her honestly but also glancing to Bruce to see his reaction, as batman doesn't have the best reputation with the cops.

"trust me, he doesn't. he's a good guy" Anna replies giggling a little bit.

"when I introduced myself first, he seemed so starstruck and he was stuttering and getting shy, it was really funny. but to be fair, if I saw George Clooney I would too" Bruce follows up with which makes you laugh and so does anna.

"yeah except, you're not George Clooney" you reply smiling a little bit.

"just hope we turn out like you two. I really like him" she follows up with.

"you want to get engaged or you really like him? they are two different things"

"you can't have both" Bruce replies with still standing in the doorframe.

a look of horror paints it's way onto her face and you quickly have to reassure her you were kidding. you turn off the curler wand start walking down the stairs, encouraging Anna to go first but she didn't want to.

you felt a little bad for Claude waiting by himself downstairs, especially because he doesn't know anyone. Bruce is different, he knows your family and max would keep him occupied anyways. Bruce sits down pulling out a chair for you next to him as he does so. Anna sits down next to Claude also and you all begin eating as everyone is super hungry. During the dinner you kept glancing to Claude to find him glancing at Bruce still starstruck and also did exactly as you said you would, you kept Anna from getting too embarrassed to the point where she wanted to leave and was actually annoyed with your parents. Although, a couple funny childhood stories would be ok but you wanted to stand up for your baby sister when things might get a bit too much.

"so" your father starts talking

"Claude, how do you plan to treat my daughter?" he continues with

"Dad" you warn looking at him trying to prevent exactly what you were afraid of

"I'm kidding. It was a joke. Calm down, care bear. If your mom's dad asked me that at seventeen I would have started sweating and crying in front of him" he admits and the table starts laughing. max too just because everyone else is-- in particular, Bruce. maybe if you weren't so tense you would have noticed it was a joke. God, you needed wine

"wine anyone?" you ask the table getting up and grabbing the bottle of wine you brought. your mom accepts and Bruce denies as he is driving and your dad jut doesn't drink. Hopefully this will help you calm down

questions are thrown at Claude to try and get to know him and he kindly answers. You soon come to the conclusion that you were worrying for no reason at all and didn't need to be so uptight. When you thought you were out of the spotlight your mom brings up an old embarrassing story of you that she promised to never tell anyone. Bruce didn't even know this.

"she went out drinking with some of her friends one time and I knew that they were drinking but she legally was allowed to so I couldn't stop her. But I think we both wish she did listen to me. I waited up for her to make sure she was ok when she came home but nobody walked through the front door, so I went to bed. Maybe she was staying at a friends house and forgot to text or she could sill be out. I don't know. I get waken up by my phone ringing at five am and guess who it is" she says pointing to you at the last part as if the whole table didn't know.

"she was whispering 'mom, can you open the front door please.' thought nothing of it besides the fact it was five am. I opened the door and she wasn't there, so I called her back and asked where she was. she told me she was waiting outside. long story short, she wasn't at our house but a completely different neighbourhood knocking on some innocent families door with some strange woman that I didn't recognise when i picked her up. she told me 'mom, this is angelina' she comes over to me and whispers 'it's angelina jolie. be nice' she thought this random woman was angelina jolie and this poor woman was just following her around because they had been talking all night."

you drop your head in shame as she finishes off the story and embarrassment, Bruce glancing over to you multiple times because he could never imagine you getting that drunk.

"to be fair, I was new to drinking, didn't know my limits and wanted to have fun. Anna, do not ever do anything like that, it was the worst i has ever been it's not worth it"

"Wait, we were together then? You were at least twenty one then" Bruce comments

"yeah, I didn't call you back for like three days." you reply

" I called your parents to make sure you were ok. do you even remember this?" he asks

"no. so this could be completely made up" you admit knowing damn well it was real because of the terrible hangover you had

"oh it was real alright" your dad pipes in

"ok, can we drop it this is embarrassing." you ask ashamed

because of this simple ask, your parents do not in fact drop it and the night ends up being all about you instead of Claude and Anna which was a bit unfair but I guess it was better than embarrassing Anna.

The night ends when Claude's parents ask him to come home. You and Bruce set off then too saying goodbye to Anna, Max and your parents sarcastically thanking them for everything they said.

As you and Bruce drive home and get ready for bed, he won't drop the subject of you getting obliterated drunk.

"I can't wait until I see Alfred next. I'm going to ask him about all the times that you got drunk beyond your limits"

and with that he was quiet and dropped the topic.

"honestly, I think Claude had the hots for you more than Anna. he was staring at you the whole dinner" you say to him

"stop, he just met THE Bruce Wayne. of course he's gonna be starstruck" he replies

"you're so full of it"

and that's how the night you were scared about ended. you were slightly embarrassed to be honest because as you knew deep down in your brain, there was nothing to worry about.

#dc #deadricslover #batman #bruce wayne #christian bale x reader #batman begins #bruce wayne x reader #christian bale #the dark knight #the batman

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jellyfishoreo1206 · 11 months

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I really wasn't expecting so many people to like my Mirage x reader so much! I'm glad you guys liked it!

Though this is a rewrite, because I accidentally deleted the original. I'm still a little salty about it but it's whatever

Though there will be a small few changes that aren't updated in the part 1, but nothing much, just how the text will be colored. And some inconsistent POV changes

Y/N-Pink

Mirage-Blue

Noah-Orange

But anyway, here's part two!

Part one is here btw

Meeting Mirage ;)

Warnings: Suggested drug usage, language

"So is there a reason why we're walking instead of taking your car?" Currently right now, Y/N, who was about to go to bed several minutes ago, is now walking the empty streets of Brooklyn with Noah right beside her. And in addition of that, a blindfold for some reason that she's still trying to figure out. It was nearly midnight and this man literally just told her he had something important to show her. Many questions asked, and no answers yet.

He just kept responding with, 'you'll see when we get there', which is slowly starting to tick her off. And to make it just a little worse, she's still in her PJ's, a black tank top, some baggy white sweatpants that aren't even hers, and some worn out spiderman slippers. And it's fucking cold.

"It's close by, not even that long of a walk."

"It better be, because I swear to God Noah if whatever you're about to show me is something stupid I'm going to fucking kick you."

"I swear it's not."

"Also why did it have to be at night? Why not early in the morning?!"

"Because it couldn't wait until early in the morning!"

"Mhm, yeah right. You didn't even let me have time to put on a jacket. It's fucking cold."

"It's summer."

"You know how cold I am naturally!"

"Wouldn't be surprised if you were a lizard."

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm just befriending you so I can slowly take over humanity! Maybe so I can lick all the things I want without getting weird looks from people because it'll all be lizards!"

It was quiet for a moment, before the pair started to laugh at the comment. Sometimes they can't take each other seriously. It's always one of the two that makes the most random comments to ever been said.

"I'll get you some of those croissant thingys from that bakery you like. As a, 'Sorry for dragging you out of your apartment to show you something' apology."

"You better, you mother fucker...and bring some milk too."

"You're the only person I know that likes milk as a beverage."

"Hey! You can make all kinds of shit out of milk! It's not weird to like it as a beverage. Hell, you were drinking it out of your mother once!"

"Never say that sentence ever again."

Sooner or later, they finally arrived at their destination. With the jingling of keys, Noah unlocks a door before gently pulling her into the building. She was immediately hit with the smell of oil, the fumes of paint, and the smell of gas. Wherever they are, Y/N's guessing they're in Noah's garage.

Now, Noah was nervous, the whole entire time they walked here, he was fidgeting with his finger every so often. He fears how his best friend will react to Mirage, and hoping, hoping it's a good reaction. Though, it might be a small chance, but that's not stopping him from praying to the point someone passing by will probably think he's a little crazy.

"Heyyy you're back! And you brought the pretty lady too~" Now Y/N wasn't expecting another person to be here. She thought it would just be the two of them. Not that she was complaining, maybe this important thing needed someone to look after it so it wouldn't break or something.

Though in reality, it's a huge 12ft robot chilling on the floor, waiting for the both of them. But she doesn't know that. Yet.

"Y/N, I want you to me-"

Noah was cut off by Mirage, a pout on his face as he crosses his arms. "Nu uh man! Lemme have this one!" He quickly clears his throat, with a flirtatious smirk replacing that pout in seconds.

"The names Mirage, bonita~ But you can call me yours~" There was a playfulness in his tone, and to Y/N, he seemed very confident and outgoing. Maybe a little flirty, but that's fine with her. Though he does sound rather young, maybe around the same age as Noah? (I don't know how old he is, but I'm guessing maybe around 19-21, also reader is like 6 years older than Noah) And what a strange name, maybe it's a nickname he likes to go by.

"That's the most cheesiest line I've ever heard in my entire life." Y/N let's a chuckle slip through, snapping out of her little mind rant, a small smile making it's way onto her lips.

"Hey I spent a good amount of time on that! Plus, it's not that cheesey.."

"..Was that too cheesey?"

"Dude you're the one who came up with it, not me."

"But you're supposed to be my wingman here! I scratch your back, you scratch mine." There was a small stare down between the two, before Noah sighed.

"...okay maybe it was a little too cheesey-"

"I may not be able to see, but you guys are horrible at whispering."

Y/N was still standing somewhat next to Noah, arms crossed over her chest as she waited for their so called secret conversation to be over with. All the things she wants do is to go to sleep and enjoy her day-off the next day. That's all she asks for.

"Anyway, what's that important thing you wanted to show me, Noah?" She goes to remove the blindfold, but was stopped by a frantic Noah holding her wrists in a soft, but firm, grip.

"Shit! S-Sorry, it's just.." Noah sighs out in frustration, letting go of Y/N's wrists. "I gotta tell you something before I show you the thing." Said woman raised her brow at Noah's behavior. Now's she getting a little worried for what the hell Noah might show her.

"It's.. It's not something illegal, right?"

"No!" He pauses for a few seconds, "At least I don't thin-"

"NOAH-??"

"Right. So, uh, I think it's best if you just..see for yourself?"

"Why do you sound so unsure." Finally glad to be able to take off the damn fabric, Y/N looks at her surroundings, blinking rapidly to adjust her eyes. Her suspicions of being in Noah's garage was correct. But what she wasn't expecting was a huge metal being sitting in the middle of the room, optics on her with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Hey~"

It takes a few seconds before her mind could catch up, her expression blank. When the scene in front of her processed completely, she immediately turned around, walking towards the door with fast and hurried steps.

"Nope. Nu-uh. Not dealing with this shit tonight. Fuck this shit. I'm out. Peace. Adíos. Goodbye forever. So lon-"

"Y/N wait c-come back!"

"And I will walk 500 miles, and I'll walk 500 more-" Grabbing onto the handle, she tries to open it. Only thing was the door jammed repeatedly. "Fucking shit."

"Ouch, they never treated E.T like this." He pouts, dramatically putting the back of his hand to his forehelm. Now he was kind of expecting her to scream or least for her to faint, but this reaction was more amusing.

"Just let me, uh, us explain-!" Noah forcefully put himself between Y/N and the door, holding out his arms so she wouldn't try to go around. A staredown ensues.

"Please..?" Shrugging his shoulders a little with an unsure smile on his face, his attempt to make himself as convincing as possible. With a sigh, she nods, backing away from the door with slight hesitation. Turning back to the robot in question, Mirage has a bubbly smile on his face, optics lighting up.

"There you go! I ain' gonna hurt you," The mech coos teasingly. "Quite a show you put up though, ever thought of doing stand-up comedy?"

Y/N was still a bit tense, looking at the bot in caution. She doesn't even know what to do in a kind of situation like this. Hell, what do you even do in a kind of situation like this?

But despite that, Noah seems to know, Mirage was his name? He seems to know him pretty well, from how well Noah and him seem to get along. It actually explains a lot of things, that you didn't realize until then. How Noah seemed to be very secretive whenever it came to his garage, and seemed to be somewhat cautious whenever someone looks through his things.

"It's okay mami, you can admire this handsome face as long as you like~" Mirage's flirtatious voice broke you out of your mind ramble, a blush covering your face in an instant. You spaced out without realizing it.

"S-shit my bad."

"Heyy, it's alright~ Not often you come across a face like this!" He sticks his glossa out, making a peace sign with his servos as he winks at her. It, oddly made him cute. A small chuckle comes out of the woman, posture now slightly relaxed a little more, but still tense. Thinking this was a dream, she goes to pinch her arm as hard as she can, but no it's no dream. Maybe she had to much edibles before going to bed, and she was just in the streets all sluggish and her mind is throwing delusions at her, just for entertainment. Like a jester of sorts.

But she ran out of edibles 3 days ago, so that's most likely not the reason why.

Like promised, Noah and Mirage explained what, where, who, and why he was on Earth. And that there's more of him. And that they can transform into cars. And he demonstrated this, by transforming into a car himself. The Frankenstein car you were inside not longer than a week ago.

Now the dots were finally connecting.

She continues to ask him a variety of questions, each of which ranging from how long he's been on Earth, why he choose a Porsche to be his alt mode (to which he responded with, "A cool guy like me needs to have a pretty cool alt to go along with it" followed by a flirtatious wink), and how many other people know about his existence. By know your shoulders are less tense, posture completely relaxed as she continues a conversation with (mainly Mirage) the two of them.

And Mirage, being the big flirt he is, kept throwing pick-up lines whenever the chance showed itself, accompanied by a wink and a cute smirk. Each one making you a little flustered.

Eventually Noah had to leave, because apparently Kris never went to sleep in the first place, to busy to defeat Bowser. He knew because Kris accidentally blew his cover via walkie-talkie. So now it's just you and Mirage, all alone in the garage.

It felt somewhat awkward, but Mirage always found a way to break the silence of everything.

"So how'd you meet my boy?"

"His mom, she was a co-worker of mine a few years ago, and decided to invite me over to her house to meet her kids."

"And what, you guys hit it off there?"

Y/N let's out a small chuckle, shaking her head. "Not exactly. He was a little nervous at the start. We only started talking when I offered to babysit Kris." And the conversation continued on from there, leaking into the early hours of the morning.

Mirage knew he wanted to know and see more about the human, she's just so pretty and fascinating! And her reactions and little faces she makes are so cute to him, make him wanna squeeze her little cheeks. His tanks are filled with the fluttery feeling again, the more they talk, the more it increases. Now he knew when to take risks, and this is one of them definitely. He knows he wants to see more of her, to keep talking with her. Just makes his spark go absolutely crazy.

So why not ask her out?

Alright Mirage, you can do this, my man! Don't let that nervous feeling pull you down. C'mon c'mon c'mon! When will you get another chance like this ever again?

After giving himself a small prep talk, Mirage finally asks. "Hey you wanna go to the drive-ins sometime tomorrow? I'd love to keep seeing that pretty face of yours more~" A wink following with a smirk. His confidence was all over the place, and his spark was beating rapidly, like it's going to come out of his chassis. Obviously it wasn't shown on his face, but internally he was a nervous wreck.

You were somewhat taken off-guard by his question, a blush covering your cheeks. Is he asking you out on a date? I mean, he could be asking to hang out more, but his various flirtatious comments and compliments thrown at you made you think otherwise.

Now that she thinks about, he's actually a lot better than any person she's been in a relationship with. He's actually makes her laugh, is nice and gentle, a good listener, and overall quite comfortable to be around with. And he's quite a cutie and handsome one too..fuck it.

"Sure. What time, handsome~?" The mech perked up at her response, optics lighting up. "How 'bout sometime at 7? I know a pretty good spot~"

"Then it's a date." Oh how that word made his spark flutter. He does a little dance and fists his hand in the air for his small victory, Y/N laughing a little at his antics. Her cheeks hurt so much from smiling so much. She's pretty excited for tomorrow's drive-in now.

When Mirage finally settles down, she beckons him down to be at her level, a small mischievous smile on her face. Confused, he does so, couching down until becoming face to face with her smiling face.

Warm lips peck his metal cheek, his optics widening in surprise at the bold gesture, a blue blush makes itself known on his face. The warmth spreading through his entire body as a shiver goes up his backstruts. Now he's for sure his spark might just beat out his chassis. She can practically hear it!

"Something for you to think about until tomorrow~ Goodnight Mirage~" And with that, she leaves the garage, a big smile on her face as she makes her way home, ready to finally crash into her bed and excited for the night tomorrow.

Mirage was left crouching in the garage, a surprised look still of his face, still trying to process what had just happen. His look of shock then quickly shifted to a look of giddiness, letting out a victory whoop as he tries to calm his beating spark.

"Man, what a woman!" And he cannot wait to see her again.

#transformers x reader #mirage x reader #rotb mirage #rotb mirage x reader #such a cute baby #rise of the beasts #knightverse #bayverse #noah diaz

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sissylittlefeather · 9 months

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I finished it! This is part of my main Elvis x fem!reader series. It goes between Baby, What's Your Name and Always, Honey. I'm sorry I'm writing these all out of order, but this is just the way they've come out of me. As always, feel free to imagine Elvis or Austin!Elvis. Let me know if you like it!

I really look forward to interacting with people who read my stuff, so feel free to drop me a note 😁

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, etc etc etc

Goodnight, Sweetheart

There's a quiet but urgent knock on your dorm room door. You turn and look at Margie.

"Were you expecting someone?" She shakes her head.

"Nope." You shrug. Oh well, maybe it's someone with the wrong room number. As you walk to the door, the knocking gets more urgent and you start to get a little nervous.

You pull open the door and Elvis steps into the room, closing the door quickly behind him.

"Elvis, what are you doing here?! How did you get in here?!" This is a girls' dorm on campus at an all-girls college.

"Hey, I'm Elvis Presley. I make magic happen, baby." He holds your face in his hands and kisses you deeply. Margie clears her throat, slides her shoes on, and collects her purse.

"I suddenly remembered that I need to be somewhere." She slips out of the room, shooting you a wink on her way out. Since you hooked up with Elvis after his show two weeks ago, she hasn't let you talk about anything else.

"She seems like a good roommate." Elvis laughs in a way that seems to fill the room up with joy. He walks over to your bed and flops himself down in a half sitting, half laying position.

"So, darlin', what have you been up to since I saw ya last?" Your heart flutters at the sight of him on your bedspread. He seems to have grown into his manhood in the time since you were together. Or maybe you're just acutely aware of it because you're the one who made him a man. Either way, the real answer to his question is that you've been missing him desperately. Even though you only had the one night together, it was quite a night, and you've thought about it every day since. Still, you never expected to see him again.

"Oh, just this and that. Going to class and such." You walk over and sit down on the other side of your bed. He reaches out and moves your hair behind your ear.

"My little studious sweetheart."

Your heart skips several beats. Did he just call you his sweetheart? But he probably calls everyone his sweetheart. You start to wonder how many girls he's been with since his first time with you. Two weeks likely feels like a lifetime in his fast-paced world.

"What about you? Played a lot of shows?"

"That's an understatement. Sometimes we do 3 or 4 a day."

"Oh wow. You must be exhausted." He smiles and picks up your hand, kissing the back of it gently. Your stomach flip-flops with the feeling of his lips on you. Still, you pull your eyebrows together in a frown.

"Elvis, why are you here?"

"Can't a guy come see a pretty girl when he has a moment of free time?" He puts on his stage smile and winks at you.

"Elvis. Really. I never expected to see you again."

His face falls and he looks down at your hand in his. He seems to be contemplating whether he should give you a real answer. He turns your hand over and presses his lips to the center of your palm.

"I missed you." He mumbles into your hand. A warm smile spreads across your face.

"You did?"

"I really did. I've thought about you every day for the past two weeks. All those nights in hotel rooms alone after shows... I just wished I knew how to get a hold of you." So he wasn't with a bunch of girls. Another thought pops into your head.

"How did you find me?" He does a sheepish grin.

"I-I I called the school and told them I wanted to send you flowers. And I really did want to! But then I decided to just come over here instead." You laugh and lean against him on the bed.

"Flowers are nice, but this is better."

His eyes darken and he puts his hand in your hair, holding the back of your head.

"I agree." He leans in and kisses you passionately, parting your lips just enough to slide his tongue into your mouth. You grab the front of his jacket and pull him toward you, leaning fully into his kiss. He lays you down on the bed next to him, leaning over you to keep kissing you, his hand moving up and down your hip and stomach. He pulls back from the kiss and looks you in the eyes, seemingly asking for permission to touch you more. You put your hand on his and slide it up to your chest. That's all the permission he needs. Now his hand is under your sweater and bra, his thumb grazing your nipple. You sit up and pull the sweater over your head and off. He removes your bra a lot easier this time. You push his jacket off of his shoulders and go to work unbuttoning his black lace shirt. This whole time, you're kissing anytime you can, your lips meeting in a blend of tenderness and passion. He starts kissing down your face, then your neck, then your body until he gets to your breasts. He playfully teases your nipples with his tongue. He's a lot bolder in his exploration of your body this time around and you revel in the pleasure of his mouth and hands on you. Eventually, he unzips your skirt and slides it down your thighs, going immediately back up to do the same with your panties. He stops and laughs a little when he gets to them, though.

"What?"

"I'm just thinking about you throwing these on the stage. You know you started something. It happens all the time now."

"Oh, it does?" Your voice catches a little and he notices. He looks at you thoughtfully.

"Yours are the only ones I've ever kept, though." Warmth spreads through you at the thought of him only wanting to hold onto yours. He goes back to pulling your panties down, slowly sliding them down your legs and over your feet. He holds your foot in his hand and softly kisses your ankle. Then, he makes his way up your leg, dropping his lips periodically to plant soft kisses on your calf and thigh. He kisses the inside of your other thigh and then looks up at you smiling, like he's had an idea. You're not sure where he's going with all this kissing, but you love the feeling of his lips on your skin, so you don't argue. Finally, he lowers his head and kisses you right on your center.

"Oh!" You let out a small gasp. No one has ever put their mouth there before and the sensation was delicious. When he hears the sound you make, he smiles and does it again, this time lingering a little longer on you. You arch your back and a small moan escapes your lips. He's thoroughly enjoying the effect this is having, so when he does it a third time he adds his tongue to the mix, moving it like you instructed him to move his thumb last time.

"Elvis, fuck!" You cry out, overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth on you. You've never experienced pleasure like this before and you know you won't last long if he keeps this up. He pulls back from you for a second and you try to catch your breath. He tilts his head to the side, watching your chest heaving as you gasp for air. Then, he takes two fingers and slides them into you as he dips his head down and licks you hard again. He continues pushing his fingers into you as he makes circles with his tongue.

"OH GOD!" You grab the top of his hair and grind into him uncontrollably as your climax slams into you, pushing electric bolts of ecstasy out to your fingertips and back again to the place where his tongue is still moving. His fingers become inexplicably wetter and your legs shake.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" You continue to cry out. Finally he pulls back, laughing.

"Nah, it's still just Elvis." You explode into a cascade of giggles both at what he just said and the way he just made you feel.

"Where did you learn that?" You ask, still breathing heavily.

"Well, I'd heard of it before, but I just really wanted to kiss you there and you liked it so much I didn't stop."

"Never stop." You laugh and he laughs with you again.

"Was it too much? Did I knock you out?"

"Oh no." You look at him playfully, "Get up here and finish what you started."

You move to take his pants off, but your hands are trembling. He stands up and lets them fall to the floor, climbing back on top of you excitedly. He puts one hand on either side of your head and leans in to kiss you deeply, rolling his hips forward and pushing his erection against your leg. You whimper a little at the feeling of him being so close to where you want him. Finally, he reaches down and lines himself up with you. You're about to go crazy with need while he takes his time. You can tell by the smirk on his face that he's having fun driving you wild.

"What do you want, baby?"

You moan into his mouth and manage to whisper, "you... I want you..."

He kisses you one last time before he pushes into you as deep as he can. This time you moan together, your foreheads pressed against each other, and he picks up a steady rhythm. Your sweat mixes with his as your bodies move in tandem. He slides in and out of you, pushing deeper and deeper, his hips slamming against yours. His length is exactly right to hit the most sensitive places inside of you. After a few minutes in this position, he rolls over onto his back and smiles at you, ready for you to get on top, since it's what you did last time.

"Uh-uh. Sit up." You gesture for him to scoot back. He moves to sit with his back against the wall at the head of your bed, excitement in his eyes. You put your hands on his shoulders and a knee on either side of his hips, lowering yourself onto him. He moans as he slides into you slowly and deeply. The difference in position is subtle, but it's enough for him to notice.

"Mmmm" he closes his eyes, leans his head back, and bites his lower lip. You lean in and kiss him on the cheek while you move up and down on him. He smiles, but keeps his eyes closed. You stop bouncing and start grinding your hips into him, rolling back and forth, pushing him deeper and deeper.

"Oh fuck, baby." His eyes pop open and he watches you move, bringing his hands up to cup your breasts and then run down your rib cage to your hips.

"Honey, I'm close," he whispers into your hair. Without further warning, he flips you over again and pounds into you, kissing your neck and shoulders as he does. You wrap your legs around him, feeling the heat of his skin on yours. Finally, he cries out, cussing loudly and shuddering into you.

He kisses you on the lips and jaw and neck and then lays his head on your chest. You lay there together, breathing heavily, you running your fingers through his hair. After a while, you realize his breathing is measured and steady. He's fallen asleep on your chest. You smile to yourself. He really must've been tired. Hopefully, Margie found somewhere else to stay tonight because it doesn't look like he's going anywhere any time soon. You gently roll him off of you onto his back and sneak away to the bathroom. When you come back, you slide your panties back on and slip into bed with him, snuggling into his shoulder. Just as you're about to drift off to sleep, you feel his lips on your forehead.

"Goodnight, sweetheart..."

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lihhelsing · 9 months

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Hate That I Loved You

Now complete on AO3!

"Are you nervous?" Chrissy asks him as she fixes his hair inside the limo. Eddie smiles tightly at her.

"No."

She rolls her eyes and Eddie lets out a long breath.

"A little."

"Don't be," she says and Eddie is the one rolling his eyes now.

"Wow, Chris. Very helpful."

She pats his face affectionately. "Seriously, it's going to be fine. The music video is going to be a success, you're getting another grammy nomination and you're probably going to become the most insufferable person on earth."

Eddie lets his head falls back and closes his eyes, trying to get enough air in his lungs. The car feels stuffed and hot and-

"Hey. Just breathe," Chrissy says. She places her soft hand on his shoulder, but it's not the same. The voice is wrong and the touch is wrong and everything is just…

"I'm fine," he says and Chrissy frowns because she doesn't believe him, but she knows better than to fight him over it.

"What are you worried about?"

"What I'm not worried about? I'm worried everyone will hate the video, I'm worried Lou is going to show up here even though I explicitly told him not to. I'm worried people will hate the music, say it's too much."

Chrissy doesn't seem fazed by any of that. "The song is not too much, the music video is perfect, we already ran pre-tests and everyone loves it, Lou is not getting anywhere near this place tonight and all security is aware of him and with clear instructions to get rid of him right away. Now. What's really worrying you?"

Fuck. "What if he shows up?"

"Lou is not-"

"Not Lou. Steve. What if Steve shows up?"

"Don't you want him to?"

Eddie opens his eyes and almost laugh at how confused Chrissy is looking right now. He's such a mess.

"I don't know. I want him to. I miss him. I invited him. But he hasn't responded and I'm not sure if it will be worse if he shows up or if he doesn't."

Chrissy smiles then, and Eddie doesn't get it. It's not something nice or sweet. Eddie fucked up again, even when he said he wouldn't. He cleared the air with Steve. Apologized for being a jackass when they were together.

Then Steve said he was happy, and Eddie couldn't possibly risk that. He couldn't risk going back into Steve's life knowing he could ruin everything again. So he took a step back, watched him as Steve noticed the change and he let him fucking leave.

At least, this time, Steve was the one that left. It was all on him and if he also wasn't sure, if he was happy just how he was, then Eddie was glad he didn't mess it up.

"Ok, here's the deal. You can't control whether or not Steve shows up. But you can control everything else. You can get out there and have a killer launching party. You can read the awesome speech I wrote to you and you can have fun with your band. If Steve doesn't show, then you probably have your answer."

"What if he shows up?" Eddie asks, hand pulling at a strand of hair anxiously.

Chrissy bats his hand away. "Then you'll also have your answer, sweetie."

"But, like… What do I do, Chris?"

"You don't let him leave this time, dumbass."

Easier said than done.

As soon as he steps into the red carpet, Eddie is a new man. He's still nervous, of course, but it's easier to put on the mask of rockstar Eddie who doesn't really care about anything when all those people are watching.

He answers a couple of questions, takes a lot of pictures and moves along, waving at some fans that are standing outside and promising to come talk to them once the event is over.

He walks straight on, doesn't look back. He sees the boys already there, standing at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for him so they can all go inside together. The place is amazing, there's food and drinks and everyone that's anyone is there.

Eddie is ready. And then. Then he is not.

"Eddie?"

He whips his head around. Wishes he could stop meeting Steve like that. Wishes he could prepare himself for the blow that it is to see him.

He's beautiful. Looks like a dream in a fitted suit.

But he's fidgeting with his hands, eyes a little glassy. He's nervous, looks like he's holding his breath while Eddie doesn't answer him, just stares, dumbfounded.

Right. He needs to answer him.

"Steve, hey," Very eloquent. "I'm… Surprised to see you here."

Steve flinches visibly and Eddie needs to keep his damn mouth shut. Before Steve can say anything or give him an excuse to bolt out of there, Eddie takes the steps he needs to get to him.

Then, his voice is nothing more than a whisper.

"I'm glad to see you here."

Steve blinks and his expression softens.

"Thanks for inviting me. It means…" Steve trails off, his words getting lost somewhere between Eddie and all those people around them.

Eddie can see flashes going out and there's a part of his brain reminding him they are in public. He grabs Steve's hand.

"Wanna get out of here?"

Steve looks taken aback. "You mean, go inside? Yeah, sure, I think we-"

"No, I mean get out of here. My car is still outside, I can take us anywhere."

It takes a second for Steve to process what Eddie is saying. He squeezes his hand and nods his head.

"Yeah, ok."

Then, they are off, hands linked together as Eddie pulls Steve in the opposite direction of everyone that's getting on the red carpet. There's still flashes going off and he hears people calling his name but the only thing he cares right now is the feeling of Steve's hand on his and the certainty he's not going to let him leave again.

The light of his phone illuminates the inside of the limo. Everything is quiet, Steve is pressed up on his side even though there's all this space inside the car. He reads Chrissy's messages that he's been ignoring for the past five minutes.

'Where are you?'

'Eddie, seriously!! Pick up the damn phone!!'

'People are saying you left!!! where the fuck are you?'

His fingers are hovering over the keyboard when a new message comes in, the loud sound echoing through the silence.

'that times photographer said you left with a mysterious man so either this is Steve and you're fixing things and I'm giving you a pass or you can get your skinny ass back here because you won't miss this premiere for a random hookup'

'just warn a girl next time! and use protection!'

Eddie locks his phone with a loud groan, and Steve chuckles beside him.

"Everything ok?"

"Yeah, Chrissy is just about to kick my ass when I see her again, but it's fine."

"We can go back," Steve offers and Eddie finally looks at him. The lights come and go as the car moves and Steve's eyes are still shining.

"I don't want to go back," Eddie says and then, "I want to be here with you."

For some reason, that seems to be enough for Steve to snuggle a little closer to him. They don't talk much during the rest of the drive, but all Eddie can feel is how right everything is.

His house is big. He knows that, objectively. He doesn't even care that much, he mostly just likes that he has space for all his instruments, has a small studio for when he's feeling restless and enough space for the band to hang out and crash whenever they feel like it.

He likes it because it feels like home, but the wide-eyed expression Steve is giving the house right now also makes him feel a little self conscious. He knows Steve doesn't care about that stuff, but it's weird to know Steve knew his uncle's trailer and now is seeing this.

It makes him afraid Steve won't see him as the same person anymore.

Eddie takes a deep breath and tugs Steve's hand until they are moving again, walking inside the house. He doesn't have a plan, doesn't even know why he brought Steve back to his place because if this is Steve letting him down easy, it's about to get really awkward.

"Want something to drink?" he offers, hand still curled around Steve's, doesn't know if he knows how to let go.

Steve shakes his head, eyes the couch and it's crystal clear. He wants to get this over with. Eddie can understand that.

"Ok, so…" Eddie says when they are sitting down. They aren't holding hands anymore and Eddie misses it.

"Let me talk," Steve says in one breath. Eddie is a little surprised. "Can I go first? I just…"

"Yeah. yeah. Ok"

Steve flexes his fingers and bites his lower lip.

"Ok," he says, resting his hand on the couch. Not touching. Is that a sign? Are things about to go badly between them? "You hurt me."

Ouch. Eddie flinches even though Steve's expression remains soft. His words are harsh.

"I'm sorry, Ste-"

"I'm talking."

"Oh. Sorry. Go ahead."

"You hurt me. Back then, when you left. And then last month, when I flew across the country for you and you pulled back. I don't… I can't take it anymore, Eddie. I don't think I can handle getting hurt by you again."

Steve closes his eyes. When he opens them again, they are a little glassy like he's about to cry. Fuck. Eddie is not doing too good himself, and this is worse than he imagined.

"But I also don't know if I can let this go. Let you go. It feels like we keep missing each other and doing things the wrong way and I don't want to do anything wrong anymore. I want things to be right and I want you."

Eddie blinks as Steve's words sink into him. He's not sure what he's supposed to be feeling but there's something shaped like hope trying to emerge from inside of him. He wants to grab it and keep it.

"Steve, what are you-"

"I'm not done," Steve says and Eddie shuts his mouth. "I gave you the benefit of the doubt, you know? You pulled back after the shoot and I figured you were overwhelmed. Tired. Sad. Your jackass ex was there, you had to shoot for three days straight and the song is really heavy I just… I made excuses for you but I need to know, Eddie, because it's killing me."

There's a long silence before Eddie realizes Steve wants him to talk.

"Sorry. I-"

"Stop saying sorry."

"Sor-. Shit. I mean… Fuck, Steve."

Steve keeps his face neutral as Eddie struggles over everything. He doesn't understand what Steve is saying and he's afraid to think it's what he wants because he never gets what he wants. Not when it comes to love.

"You pulled back. You made me leave because it would make you feel better, to think this was my choice, but it was never my choice. It wasn't my choice when you left all those years ago, and it wasn't my choice last month. I would never choose to leave you, Eddie. Don't you see it?"

"But I keep hurting you!" he says because it doesn't make any sense. Steve shouldn't want anything to do with him.

"And I keep coming back because I fucking love you and I hate that I love you. Still. After everything."

Eddie's heart is almost beating out of his chest and when Steve looks away from him, it breaks a little. He moves on the couch, closer to him, and his hand finds Steve's chin so he can tilt it in his direction. So he can look him in the eyes when he says what he needs to say.

"Steve. Fuck. I know you don't want to hear it but I'm sorry. I'm sorry that my egotistical ass hurt you. I'm sorry that I made you think you needed to leave and I'm sorry I left you. That was the last thing I wanted. I wanted you more than anything. More than music and fame and whatever. Things only make sense if you're here and when you showed up for the shoot… That's when I realized it. I need you. I love you. I'm sorry it took me this long to realize I never stopped loving you. Please, please tell me I can still fix this."

Steve blinks quickly, his eyes are a little wet and Eddie wants to run but he can't. Even if Steve tells him to go fuck himself, he owes it to him to sit there and take it.

But instead of cursing him or pushing him away, Steve nods. It's almost imperceptible, but it's there.

Eddie feels like floating away. "Can I kiss you?"

Steve nods again and Eddie feels like he's moving in slow motion. His hand cups Steve's jaw and pulls him in until their breaths are mixed. He's eager for the kiss but he wants to memorize everything about this. About Steve.

How he closes his eyes and his eyelashes glow with the tears he was holding back. How he opens his mouth a little and licks his lips, waiting. How his hand grips the couch hard, as if he needs something to keep him grounded.

Eddie's free hand finds his waist and pulls him until Steve is almost on top of him. He pushes his hair back, counts every freckle on his face and wonders how he lived without him for so long.

Never again.

Eddie dips in, lips brushing Steve's and heart hammering in his chest. The kiss is slow, sweet, soft, but it kicks in his muscle memory and soon he's giving Steve what he wants. Just how he liked it. His hand finds the hem of his shirt and he touches warm skin, hopes Steve will let him take them to the bedroom later.

For now, he kisses him, and Steve kisses him back.

#steddie #steddie fic #rockstar AU #second chance romance #stranger things #eddie munson #Steve harrington #hate that I loved you #Eddie munson x Steve Harrington

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giorno-plays-piano · 9 months

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House of Chains

Part I

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x mage!reader

Warnings: noncon, yandere, obsession, canon-typical violence, chase scenes, death of minor characters.

Words: 1.4k

Summary: In return for help to come back to your home world, you have been faithfully supporting the Greens to put Aegon on the throne. But when your promise is fulfilled, neither Otto nor Aemond are keen on letting you go.

P.S. You can read this little fic first to better understand the story if you'd like, but it's not necessary.

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When Aegon, now with a crown on his head but dead drunk as usual, finally disappears behind the closed doors along with Helaena and the Queen, you feel like you can breathe again. It's done. The new King is crowned. Your contract is fulfilled.

Turning your head to Aemond sitting by your right, you smile awkwardly, like you can't quite believe it happened. God, Aegon is crowned. It is far from the true victory of the Greens, but it is a good start - and a good finish for you. You've only promised to help putting the oldest son of Alicent on the trone, no more, no less. You are free to leave this godforsaken world and reunite with your family.

Aemond flinches when you touch his hand softly as if you just hit him, but you're not alarmed: he is still like that when he's alone with you. If anything, he seems even more jumpy when it's only you two, sharing comforting silence together.

It feels like ages since the night you comforted him while he was wailing from phantom eye pain on a deserted balcony. You grew closer, you think, although it's hard to say, judging by Aemond's perplexed expression. He probably never had anyone he could have a friendly relationship with, so he is still figuring out how it works, thankful to you for coming to treat him from time to time.

On that note, he actually became so audacious he slips in your chambers in the middle of the night if his eye bothers him again to seek your help, and, were you not planning to leave soon, you'd grow worried about your reputation in the court. Surely, the servants must already think Aemond spends all his nights in your company. One time Alicent even had to ask you why he was coming to see you so often, and looking at her being on the verge of a nervous breakdown as usual, you had to finally tell her what sorts of pain her son has been having. She cried. Then, she sent a dozen maesters to her son's chambers.

Aemond said nothing at all, though you apologized for revealing his secret. It wouldn't be good for him to tarnish his reputation, you muttered, since he would have to marry, eventually.

Regardless, his visits to your room only increased with Alicent no longer finding it scandalous, and you spend more time together with him than even with Otto, who's been notoriously controlling since the moment you arrived. But Aemond... he is almost nice. Pretty awkward, you think a little shy - god knows he has no idea how to converse with women who aren't planning on murdering him - but still nice.

He brings you a plate with fruits or a jar of nuts with honey, knowing you have a sweet tooth and don't always eat regularly, engrossed in carrying out Otto's plans. If, by chance, you are already in bed, undressed, he immediately turns away, nearly hiding behind a curtain to allow you to put something on as if you are completely naked in front of him, and his ears are fiery red. Besides, if you have time to come watch him train, he seems to sort of go out of his way to make the fight more entertaining for the public, which never really happens under normal circumstances because Aemond despises useless showing off.

Actually, when you came to the inner courtyard to see him practice for the first time, he stared at you, wide-eyed, wet glistening on his forehead, and missed Ser Criston's attack, nearly ending up with a deep gash in his shoulder. You felt so bad about it you came to apologize to his teacher later since you knew it happened because you distracted Aemond, but the knight only courtly asked you to visit the training grounds more often. It is for Prince's benefit, he said. You guess he wanted Aemond to get used to distractions, but the prince took it a little further, proud of you taking an interest in his fencing.

Well, he should be proud. Aemond is talented beyound measure, and his internal drive is something you love about him.

You love a lot of things about him, to be frank.

Nevertheless, despite how much you will miss him, Alicent and Helaena, you don't want to stay here a minute longer. This world is a black hole. Whatever gets inside comes out twisted and corrupted, and you dirtied your hands far too many times for it not to leave a mark on you. You don't like to kill, but you have to trade your power for dragon's breath. Today, you did even more for the royal family: you threw a shield over Targaryens when Rhaenys emerged from below, thinking she was planning to burn everyone alive. You didn't have to. Formally speaking, Aegon was already crowned, and if Meleys would spare some more flames, perhaps her deadly breath would be enough for an incantation to get you home. You wouldn't have to deal with Otto and plead for Vhagar's fire. But you still stretched a shield wide enough to cover them all, watching as Alicent trembled, standing in front of her older son and awaiting death. How could you not protect her and her kin?

But Meleys didn't burn you, and you wasted a lot of your power for nothing, barking at her angrily as she fleed. Least to say, Otto was amused at your theatrics even when you confessed to casting a protection spell for their sakes.

You purse your lips when you think of it. How foolish. You should have known Rhaenys wouldn't do it; this isn't in her character. You just panicked and played a hero for the sake of your own dignity. As if any of the Targaryens needed it.

Regardless, your debt is paid, and it's your time to leave, you tell to yourself in attempt to cool down as Otto finally enters the room. You hold your breath. You still can't believe all of you pulled it off, crowning Aegon so quickly.

"Long live the King," you proclaim proudly, tired but victorious, and Otto sends you one of his trademark sly smiles. "I hope you will win the upcoming war."

Aemond sends you a strange look, but you don't see him, your eyes on the Hand of the King as he strolls closer to the table.

"My promise has been fulfilled. I assume I can gather my things and come down to the shore right away?"

Otto's smile grows unnaturally wide as he stills. You grow anxious, staring at him and wishing you won't hear what you think you will. Please, no. You're done here. You murdered Misariya and half, if not more, of her little worms in the Red Keep. You stole, you spied, you murdered more. You chained Aegon to his room so he wouldn't run before the succession ceremony and cast a shield to protect him against a living dragon. Is it not enough?

But nothing is ever enough for men like Otto Hightower. It does not come as a big surprise, but you feel hollowed out anyway.

"You have been most helpful in aiding us so far," he starts carefully as if you don't know what he will say next. "I must admit your contribution has been so considerable that you've become our most trusted ally, more capable than any of our supporters. I ask you to reconsider leaving us so early while Rhaenyra still poses a threat to my grandson's rule."

The silence is so loud you can hear it pulsing in your ears.

"No," you smile through clenched teeth. "Keep your word. Take me to Vhagar."

Otto's smile is still plastered on his face, but he doesn't move. Doesn't say anything else as if he expects you to understand his position when it is you who is the victim.

"Aemond," enraged, you turn to him, to your last resort, searching for any sort of support from a man you chose to trust. "Please! I've done everything I could. Keep your word. Let me go!"

He must help. He's the closest to you, closer than Alicent or Aegon or Helaena. For the past month, you have been treating him almost nightly, easing his pain, giving him peace. Perhaps you haven't been each other's confidantes, but you think of him as a friend. He can't... he can't do this to you. He knows how much you miss your family, your home. How foreign his world is to you.

You look him in the face, searching for compassion, for understanding or at least some kindness, but Aemond's eye is hollow, and his lips are clenched tight.

"You are needed here," he says, and your heart sinks within you. "You have to stay."

Part III

Part II

Part IV

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Taglist: @heavenly1927 @lost-and-founds

#yandere #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond #aemond targaryen #hotd #the house of the dragon #house of the dragon

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icarusvshozier · 3 months

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Luke Castellan x Hephaestus!Reader who crafted Backbiter

a/n: this started off as general luke x hephaestus!reader hcs but quickly spiraled into just luke x hephaestus!reader who made Backbiter with no hesitation but with no knowledge of what they were making it for + luke's betrayal. so, here's that. reblog if you like it, and come talk to me abt luke!!

warnings: not edited SORRY. lots of plot, spoilers for tlt duh, might not be totally canon compliant but fuck it we ball, swearing?, inconsistent grammar?, angst, a little bit of thirst, implied established romantic relationship between luke & reader, vague sword fighting, at one point reader literally turns into a bird and flys away like Superman so dont say I didn't warn you, I'm pretty sure this is GN!reader but let me know if it's not

— You could have never imagined having Backbiter being pointed at you in this way. When Luke told you to follow him during the firework show, you hesitated but only because you and your siblings worked hard on the display all year and you would be lying if you said you didn't care about seeing it play out. But he said it was important, you smiled and left with him thinking he was only playing, not wanting the ample makeout time to go to waste.

— But then he took you into the woods and started talking about the Gods faulty parenting, which wasn't terribly out of the ordinary but you hadn't been expecting a vent session. You just ran your hand through his curls and stared into his eyes, waiting for him to kiss you but he kept talking.

— All about Clarisse and Percy's quest and the master bolt. You guessed any camper would have a lot on their mind right now but you kind of wanted him to shut up and kiss you.

— "But it isn't over. Clarisse didn't steal the master bolt." You had been staring at his lips, but you snapped out of your haze, "What? What do you mean?"

— He confessed to you that he stole the bolt over the winter solstice. You gave a soft but slightly nervous chuckle as he held you close. You repeated your last question again with an added, "Why?" like a fool.

— He only held you tighter and poured his soul out to you, everything he had been hiding. The tricky son of the God of Thieves, how Kronos came to him in his dreams, how he played perfectly into his despise for the Gods, how he gave his shoes to Percy so he would either give the Master Bolt to Kronos or die getting there, and how he needs you by his side

— You realize much too late into his ramblings that you have already helped him in his mission, you gave him Backbiter with no questions asked.

— So many questions flooded your brain, how long has been planning this? How long have you been part of this scheme? Has he only ever gotten close to you for this reason, just to get something out of you? Are you even part of this scheme? Or would you join him and find out Kronos doesn't think you're worth jackshit and kill you the second you step out of line. You know how the world was before the Gods, when the Titans ruled, and you wouldn't live like that.

— You push him away and tell him such. Tell him that he's crazy for thinking Kronos is a better overseer than the Olympians.

— He asks you if you're really gonna die on the sides of the Gods just because your father has given you two acknowledgements in your whole 19 years of life.

— You almost sass him and tell him that you've actually had three interactions with your Godly father. But then you realize one of the three was being claimed as a child of Hephaestus, and he probably wouldn't count that right now.

— Though, Annabeth did just tell you all about her meeting with Hephaestus on her quest.

— You had thought of your godly father fondly enough before she told of meeting him. The second time you interacted with your father was when you prayed to him to help you figure out a way to make one of your latest inventions work, and he actually responded with input. The third being him gifting you a necklace of shapeshifting when you took his advice and successfully made a first of its kind invention. You thought responding to a call for help and then rewarding a child for pulling through something complicated was more positive enforcement than most demigods got from their parents in Olympus. But now, you really thought that he might be different from the other Olympian Gods. But it reminded you of when you first received your necklace.

It made your relationship with Luke a little weird for a while after, like walking on eggshells, just the visible reminders and contrast of your parents' behaviors. Him with his scar, you with your necklace.

Eventually you talked to him about it. Or, he told you how he felt about it, rather.

He warned you that your father was only doing this so you would do something in return for him. Warned you that someday, be it next week or 10 years from now, he will be cashing in that favor.

But its been years since you got that necklace, and you haven't heard from your father since.

With Luke's warning, you considered it a good thing.

You joke about it offhandedly how you haven't heard from Hephaestus in years on the anniversary of when you got your magic necklace, "Guess he doesn't need that favor yet." And Luke twitches.

"You say that like it's a good thing." "Isn't it?" "What? That he disappeared on you right after giving you a gift? Have any of your siblings even heard from him in the last couple of years?" He spewed it out like a cough he could no longer keep in.

As much as you liked the occasional structured debate for fun, you got choked up when Luke said this. You weren't sure if it was the words, or his tone or how fast he spilled his thoughts that got to you, but you wondered, was he mad at you?

"I mean," you could no longer look him directly in the eyes, so you flicked your gaze to the ground, to the stables behind him, his nose, his shoes, anything. "I dont kn-I guess, well- I mean, I don't know about everything that goes on with my siblings so..." you stammered out.

"As far as you know?" Tears welled in your eyes from the confrontation, you looked straight up and blinked as light and as fast as you could. "No, I don't think so, Luke." You paused and faced him, "Why even? Why do you care?"

"Why don't you care?! Your dad does one thing for you and you're loyal as a dog to him! He doesn't deserve that! He doesn't care about you! Or your siblings!" Or your siblings felt like an afterthought.

You didn't know where to start with him. Did he call you a dog?! Or how about him projecting and taking out his own daddy issues on you. You didn't know where to start so you didn't, you used the power in your necklace to shapeshift into a bird and fly away from the boy to find a nice tree to stalk observe him from.

He yelled after your disappearing form, "Y/N! No, wait! Come back here!"

He looked around, but couldn't find your form camouflaged in the branches behind him. He sighed defeated, and ran his hand through his curly hair.

He found you the next day at your workstation, back to regular, and apologized for saying what he did. You considered ignoring him but turned to face him.

"You hurt and confused me." You pout bluntly. "Do you believe what you said or did you just want to hurt my feelings?"

Luke pulls the work gloves off your hands, then takes one and leads you into the forest. Some of your siblings were starting to stare and he knows that you both would rather not be so emotionally vulnerable in front of so many people.

"I didn't mean what I said about your dad not caring about you.. I never want to hurt you, I just don't want to see you get hurt by someone that's supposed to protect you. And I guess I thought that if I could tell you what the Gods are like before they get to you, then they couldn't harm you."

— Which takes you to now, with shaking hands holding out your finely crafted medium sized blade a few feet from where Luke stands with his hand resting on another piece you created. A blade you created with only love in your heart, a blade you handed Luke while thinking about Viking weddings; how they exchanged swords instead of rings like today - a blade now used against you.

— You fight, gnashing teeth and spitting salvia and blood at each other's feet. The sound of blades clashing is silenced by fireworks overhead, you're yelling at each other, how could you be so stupid, why cant you see what's best for you? I thought you loved me & I'm doing this because I love you.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan angst #luke castellan fic #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan headcanons #pjo fic #hephaestus!reader #cairo.txt #what should my fic tag for this be hmm #file: [luke castellan]#file: [pjo]#file: [my writing]

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stardustdreams-andcaffeine · 1 year

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Runaway Bride | Bucky Barnes

bucky barnes x fem!reader ✧ oneshot

Summary: When wedding bells sound like a death sentence, you flee your big day and desperately look for an escape plan. Lucky for you, Bucky and a motorcycle just happen to be there.

A/N: This one's short than usual and is actually fluff! I know, it's shocking even to me. 🤍

Warnings: none, for once

Word Count: 2,018

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Dreading your wedding day probably isn't the best sign.

My bridesmaids hurry around me, fixing the veil atop my perfectly styled hair and making sure my dress is perfectly fit. I should be smiling, giddy, maybe even a little nervous. Instead, all I feel is dread, cool and heavy in the pit of my stomach.

"Mom, how do you know if something you're about to do is right?" I suddenly ask when my mother walks by. She pauses and looks over at me, barely even registering my questions and beginning to gush about how beautiful I look.

"Oh honey, look at you all grown up!" she squeals, smiling warmly at me. She must not recognize the unease in my eyes because she completely dismisses my question.

"How did you feel on your wedding day?" I try again, this time garnering a response. A far away look takes to her face and her smile becomes nostalgic.

"Oh I remember it like it was yesterday," She begins, letting out a sigh, "I was nervous, sure, but I'd never felt lighter in my entire life. I was the happiest I've ever been"

This only makes me more uneasy.

"So you weren't having second thoughts?" I clarify, swallowing nervously and wringing my hands together before the tule of the bottom of the dress I didn't even like. I only bought it because Aaron, my fiancé, was paying and he liked this one best.

"Of course not, don't be silly!" My mom exclaims, letting out a laugh before turning on her heel and marching away to speak with one of the coordinators passing the outside of the room.

I open my mouth to call out again, but think better of it. Instead, I turn to my maid of honor who is doing the finishing touches to her makeup in the bridal suite of the church I didn't want to get married in. I'd always dreamt of an outdoor wedding, but Aaron, the money of the operations, didn't want the bugs or the elements interfering with his day.

"Am I doing the right thing?" I ask my maid of honor, hoping that at least she will give me a straight forward answer. My best friend turns towards me, a confused look upon her face. She approaches and fixes on last piece of my horrific dress with a sigh.

"Of course you are, this is just cold feet, Y/N," she assures, giving me a confident smile, "You and Aaron are great together. Think of the genius kids you'll have, think of how cute they'll be!"

The thought of having kids with Aaron nearly makes me sick, which increases the unsettled feeling of dread in my stomach. Looking into my best friend's excited eyes, I know that no one I talk to is going to say what I want to hear.

Which means that I already know the answers to my own questions.

Like a death toll, the bridal music starts up just outside the suite, alerting the bridesmaids that it's time to line up on the aisle with the groomsmen. They each give me a thumbs up or an excited smile before rushing out of the room, leaving me alone. With a racing mind, I examine the girl I see in the mirror.

A dress I don't like, a venue I didn't want...a man I don't love.

When the last thought hits me, I feel as though I've been woken up with a bucket of ice water, snapping me back to reality. My eyes widen slightly as I think over every date I've had with Aaron. Maddie was right, we are good together, but we aren't in love. This can't be what love is. It's always about what he wants, what he's feeling like, how he wants the day to go. Now that I think about it I don't think I ever chose one date we went on. He practically laid out our future—big house, same workplace, and three kids named Aaron Jr.

I never saw that for my life.

Even though it has been a while since I have even thought for myself, I have always seen so much more for my life. I want to travel anywhere and everywhere, and I crave a life of adventure and fun with my husband, a husband that I love. I only agreed to marry Aaron because everyone convinced me that it was perfect, convinced me that we were the perfect couple.

But not perfect for each other.

"What am I doing?" I breathe.

"Come on sweetie, it's almost your turn!" my dad calls out from outside the suite.

I jerk my head in the direction of the door and my heart rate begins to pick up its pace. As I walk towards the door and out into the area just outside the aisle where only my father waits, each bridesmaid already gone through, my mind becomes increasingly made up.

Never once was there any charge or chemistry between Aaron and I. Never once did I lie awake at night thinking about a life with him. I was so caught up in the excitement of everyone around me at the 'power couple' that I never stopped to question the countless times he'd blow me off or make passive aggressive comments about my intelligence being inferior to his, or even the times when he'd do what he wanted and not what I wanted because he automatically assumed that his mind was our mind.

I don't love him, I don't think I ever have. I just loved how happy I made everyone.

When the doors to the aisle open one last time and the bridal music swells, each person standing in the pews and turning to get a look at me, when my eyes connect with my fiancé who's smiling as though he's just won a game, I decide for one of the first times in my life that I'm done making everyone happy.

It's about time I do something that makes me happy.

My heart begins to hammer in my chest as my dad walks with me to the start of the aisle and I can't help the giddiness that begins to pool within me, replacing the dread. I'm not giddy to get married, but rather because I already know exactly what I'm about to do. The fact that the thought of what I'm going to do makes me so happy is all I need to seal my decision.

My eyes rapidly scan the back rows of the audience until my gaze finds the man I'm looking for. My best friend, the only person I've ever really felt like myself with, the man I've tried to deny my feelings for ever since I met him. My eyes meet Bucky's, and when he sees the look I give him, the thinly veiled sorrow in his vanishes. Suddenly, he sits up straighter and lifts an eyebrow at me. His eyes cast towards the door and I nod hurriedly. The fact that he understand what I mean to do without me saying a word...it makes my heart stumble in its rhythm.

Without another word, he's slipping out of his seat and rushing out of the church.

I freeze in my step, making my father halt beside me.

"Uh," I begin, pulling my arm from my dad's and surveying the increasingly confused church until my eyes connect with Aaron, who's features are beginning to crawl with panic at the look upon my face, "I...am so sorry for this"

Then I turn around and sprint away, not feeling sorry at all.

The room behind me erupts in frantic voices as confusion settles in. Above them all, I can hear the best man, Aaron's brother, laughing as he shouts out to me.

"RUN Y/N RUN!"

A crazy smile breaks onto my face and I laugh as I sprint right out of the church, bursting out of the doors and kicking off my heels in one motion. The front of my hideous dress is clutched in my fists as I hike it up to keep from tripping down the stairs

"Y/N! Stop! Y/N!" Aaron shouts into the spring New York air.

Pedestrians passing by all stop to survey the scene in shock and amusement as I jump the last four steps to the church in my wedding gown and begin sprinting down the sidewalk with my groom sprinting after me. As I do, I can hear a few people cheering and egging me on to run.

I cast a quick glance behind me to see Aaron being slowed down by some of the people who were cheering and I can't help but smile at the thought that they're doing it on purpose. I wave at them while I'm still turned.

"Thank you!" I call back, whirling around and searching the streets before me for Bucky. I can hear Aaron gaining on me and my giddiness turns to desperation. I falter in my sprinting, my frantic eyes scouring the streets for my best friend.

Just when my heart begins to fall, a motorcycle roars down the street and screeches to a halt in front of me.

"Need a ride?" Bucky calls out, a smirk dancing on his lips.

I smile wide, shaking my head at him and hopping onto the bike with my dress in my fists. I wrap my arm around his torso just as Aaron catches up and sees me. I tighten my grasp on Bucky, my stomach dropping slightly.

"Are you all good to-" he begins, but I cut him off in panic.

"GO GO GO!" I shout, and his motorcycle roars to life in response.

He pulls out onto the street and speeds away just in time. I look back to see Aaron stomping his foot in frustration behind us and when I wave at him, my veil flies off towards him in the breeze. I laugh, turning back around and smiling widely as the wind whips against my cheeks. I lay my cheek against Bucky's muscular back and sigh.

"You're my hero, Buck."

His muscles tighten at that before instantly relaxing in response. It's then that I realize what my words must mean to him. I know what he's been through, and I've been trying to convince him that he's good for so many years. I grasp onto him tighter, and not because of the wind.

"Anything for you, doll"

My heart flutters just like it has for years whenever I'm around Bucky. I don't know why I ever tried to convince myself that I could want anybody but him. Being here, pressed up against to him as he chariots me away from what would have been the worst decision of my life, I'm exactly where I'll ever want to be.

"Where are we going?" I call out over the wind.

"Anywhere you want, so long as I finally get to take you out on a date" Bucky calls back.

I'm glad for the roar of the bike and wind, because it hides the small squeal that leaves my lips. Sitting up straighter, I press a quick kiss to Bucky's shoulder and catch the way his lips twitch up.

"Finally, I thought you'd never ask," I reply.

"Well, you were kind of engaged," He reminds.

I smile, letting the city whizzing by and Bucky's taut muscles under my hands ease away the tension and pain and loneliness that has dominated me during Aaron and I's entire relationship.

"Not anymore,"I murmur, more to myself than anyone else.

I never once cheated on Aaron, not once. Even when I began to realize how badly I wanted Bucky, I still didn't cheat on Aaron. That is perhaps the only thing I don't regret from that relationship, because it makes this moment that much sweeter. Knowing I'm taking my life back into my hands, knowing I did it the right way, knowing Aaron had that stupid, smug smirk wiped off of his face.

Knowing I finally get to be in a relationship with someone I already love.

It makes running all the more worth it.

#bucky barnes oneshot #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes #bucky barnes drabble

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Jungkook: 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘 (6)

In which you're the one on the table, getting your little operation to finally free you- and equally bind you to the person you yourself chose to stay with- and yet Jungkook's the one that's most on edge.

Tags/Warnings: Mafia!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, mute!reader, Angst, Fluff, Slight humor, Crime and violence, mentions of kidnapping, graphic description of adult content (violence, smut, Jungkooks questionable interrogation tactics) strangers to lovers

Additional Chapter Warnings: mentions of surgery, anesthesia + aftereffects of it, nervous Kook, mild Angst, mostly fluff

Chapter Length: mid

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"She will be completely fine. I've only got her on that thing, so she's basically only on local anesthetic. As soon as I turn this off-" Seokjin taps a small tank of gas. "-she will begin to wake up again." He nods. Jungkook doesn't look up. He's got your hand in his while you're laying on the table, basically, looking around without a clue as to what's going to happen.

Last time someone was on that table it was himself- and he almost died.

"She will be a little foggy, though, because I'll have to put her on heavy pain meds the first few hours. The base of the tail is connected to the spine after all - that's a delicate and very sensitive area." He explains. "And I also doubt you'll do good seeing her in pain."

"No-" Jungkook immediately cuts in, making you look now at the sound of his voice. "-do what you have to." He says quietly.

"Alright." Jin nods. "Sweetheart, I'll put this on alright? Just keep breathing normally, even when it makes you sleepy." He informs you, and you nod, letting him put the breathing mask onto you.

It'll always creep Jungkook out how people.. loose consciousness, be it death, be it like this, or even sleep. He hates seeing people fall asleep. It reminds him too much of death.

It looks too similar.

Similar only, because people don't just fall and close their eyes. Some scream, some cramp up, others will scramble like zombies trying to survive. It's truly terrifying, even for someone like him. It never becomes routine.

But when you close your eyes, he watches. It's like he has to. He can't let go of your hand. Stays in the room, eben when Jin prepares everything around you.

"Hm, it's not old, that's for sure." The man explains as he works, trying hard to keep everything sterile. "Black market stuff though. That's not a brand I've ever seen." He mumbles around, eyes fully concentrated while Jungkook keeps staring at your sleeping face.

You don't belong in his life, and at the same time, he couldn't think of anyone who could live at his side better than you.

Maybe he also just wants to pacify himself, his inner demons that constantly nag at him about your safety.

"Jungkook?" Jin catches him, pulls him out of his thoughts. "Dont worry, nothing bad. But I'm wondering if you've seen these scars on her back?" He wonders.

Jungkook furrows his brows, shakes his head. He's not seen you naked, so how would he have seen them?

"Why?" He asks seriously letting go of your hand for a moment as he lays it next to you carefully, before walking around the table. "What about it?"

"They're surgical scars." Jin explains. "They're precise. She either had this procedure done many times, or she's been through more vile things than we initially thought." He tells the jounger man, who suddenly feels nauseous. What have they done to you?

Suddenly, your tail twitches, and you seem to choke into the mask, leg kicking out. It instantly scares Jungkook into an almost panic. "What's happening?!" He exclaims, demands, as he pulls the mask from your face. His mood especially worsens when you whimper, long, drawn-out sounds that aren't loud but will probably still haunt him in his sleep.

"I'm not sure." He scrambles, instantly fumbling to look at a monitor that's measuring your heart rate and blood pressure by the clip on your finger. "Wait- talk to her!" He suddenly demands.

"I- what?" He asks, confused before he leans down to your now pinned back ears and scrunched up face, trying to speak through your endless whining. "Hey, I'm here, you're alright." He tries to help, holding your hand again.

It all stops, almost instantly.

"My God, that little gremlin gave me a God damn heart attack!" Seokjin complains, holding onto the edge of the table.

"What happened?" Jungkook asks.

"You let go of her hand. I guess she somehow noticed, unconsciously, and panicked." He explains, as Jungkook calms down as well now.

"Let me get that chip in, though, before she wakes up." Jin mumbles after a moment. "She might notice that one, so, just as a heads-up." He sighs before preparing the device he's gonna use to push the chip beneath your skin. It's oddly almost the same as used for pets- but neither of the men think about it too much. There's some things that just won't change. Can't change. It reminds me that you're not human. Not seen as equal in society.

As soon as the chip is in, you squeak and twitch a little again, but jungkooks hands instantly try and soothe your sleeping mind. He whispers soft praise to you, holds onto you, makes sure you know he's still here.

Before he lifts your hand to his lips, uncaring of who sees him vulnerable like this as he speaks.

"Dont worry." He says, his other hand running over your head. "You won't ever be alone from now on."

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #enemy au

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iheartred · 2 years

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i LOVE ur writing n it’s perfect because i need to consume more media abt the black phone. could i request the black phone x reader where reader is rlly feminine? idk how to word it sorry i hope u get it😭😭

The blackphone x reader

m.list

Them with Feminine!reader

cw : fluff/crack / reader has no distinct gender but is feminine !!(they/them will still be used!!)

a/n : I understand this in a way (I think??) I hope everyone else understands too, and I'm hoping this is what you meant whsjsh😭

(After writing this I think this is just more of a really pretty and kind!reader oo my bad whsjsh,also this will be pretty short whdjd)

Finney Blake :

Doesnt know how to be around you

Like he's always so nervous, whether it'd be your very kind and soft personality or you're entire style that take his breath away

He's like just amazed at how pretty you can be dude :C

You : Hey Finn! What are we doing in class toda- you good??

Finney(sweating) : never been better!

You : okay??

he will try to compliment you and by try I mean he'll walk up to you, stare at you like you're a God, look down, then walk away

And you're just standing there with your friends wondering what that was all about

Friend : huh?? Was he gonna ask you out or something

Robin (from the sidelines) : he was gonna say you looked nice y/n

You : oh! Tell him I said thanks!

He'd tell you over the phone how sorry he was about how weird he was

Robin Arellano :

" Eres Bonita "(You're pretty)

Is all he'd say outlook before saying it was nothing when he realized you didn't hear him

He will literally always be trying to impress you, intentionally or unintentionally he will do so

He'll literally pick you up if you said your legs were hurting

Helps you fix your makeup because he always sees his mom during her makeup and she taught him how to do a girls makeup if he ever wanted to really impress a person

You : Wow!! My makeup looks even better than before Robin, thanks so much

Robin : Ofcourse no pro-

And then you'd kiss him on the cheek as a real thank you then you'd run off saying "OKAY SEE YOU TOMORROW BYEBYE ROBIN!!!"

Bruce yamada :

Will steal your sweaters as a joke because you said he'd never rock any sort of outfit you wear

Lowkey kinda likes these sweaters, won't ever admit that though

Will do your nails with you

You : Bruce you're literally painting my entire finger at this point stop

Bruce : whattt noo that's craz-

You : Bruce. I don't have nail polish remover. Please

Then he'd stop..

Then paint you finger again and run away

Loves to show off when he's at a game and you're there, will be on 170% during the entirety of the game

If his team coach ever found out it was you who fired him up like this, expect your mother calling you down to tell you that it was the coach for the 50th time that week

Loves doing you hair, since he has a little sister I can imagine him doing her hair whenever his mom is out and about or she would just rather that her older and cooler brother do it for her

Vance Hopper :

Is probably also really nervous around you

Doesnt show or admit it though because letting someone like you ruin his reputation of being a hard-core tough guy would be embarrassing

Now this doesn't mean he'll straight up ignore you, or be rude towards you it just means he won't ever let himself be seen blushing whenever you tell him how pretty he can be too

Vance : That's embarrassing literally shut up

You : It's not though! You really are pretty, like your hair and you're eyes are just really-

And then all you can hear is rambling from your end and a Vance who's trying really hard not to show that's he's extremely flustered by this

if he felt like the day was going pretty great, he'd definitely be very openly kind to you

Telling you how gorgeous you looked, complimenting your hand writing, letting his hand linger a little longer on yours when he tried reaching for his paper

Anyways, I feel like if you asked him on this particular day he'd MAYBE let you put his hair up not in public but you know it still works

Billy Showalter :

Is nervous around you, like whenever you're out in the morning waiting for the daily newspaper he always makes sure your last so he gets a lot of time to spare so he can talk to you

Billy : goodmorning y/n

You : Goodmorning Billy! Thanks for the newspaper!

You say slightly shouting it

He loves when you talk to him, especially when you ask him for help, specifically

He knows anyone would ask for help, but when you ask it's like an angel just put a blessing upon him

will help you put your hair up with your pins, and loves to compliment them

Billy : your pins are very cute

You : thanks Billy, I get them from Walmart they cost like one dollar, sometimes even just 50 cents!

Next thing you know, Billy comes up to you with different pins whenever they have new ones in-stock

Is flustered around you a lot, but never shows it

But his front breaks whenever you pat him on the shoulder and tell him he did a good job, or thank him for helping you study for the test that day

You always walk away and never realize that you leave him a blushing mess of a man

☆ ☆ ☆

#The blackphone #the blackphone x reader #the blackphone headcanons #finney blake x reader #robin arellano x reader #Bruce yamada x reader

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flowerprincesscherryblossom · 1 year

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stubble

pairing: Kim Namjoon x Female Reader word count: 1532 warnings: established relationship, smut, daddy dom joon, dirty talk, oral sex, vaginal fingering, explicit language, sex in the studio AO3 A/N: Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

It was no secret to all of army that long black hair on Namjoon looked really, really hot. And after he shared that video on his instagram story… well, let's just say you had fun seeing army's reaction to it.

Unlucky for them however, since you were the only one able to enjoy such a treat, up close and personal.

But as much as you had to control yourself unless you wanted to be compared to a lioness pouncing on a zebra, there was a part of you that was a little apprehensive about letting your boyfriend go down on you again.

Mostly because your friends had filled your head with thoughts, such as: 'stubble is like sandpaper on your crotch', 'it's uncomfortable and scratchy', 'if you shave everything down there, then you're gonna be hyper sensitive', 'stubble leaves your thighs raw'.

So, with those phrases circling in your mind it didn't come as a shock that whenever you and your boyfriend were in a heavy make-out session you'd stop him before things went too far, something that has happened multiple times at this point.

The worst part wasn't even that you were blue-balling both yourself and him, it was the look he would get in his eyes when you denied him.

Namjoon would look like a sad golden retriever, giving his best puppy eyes while trying to hide that he wasn't as hurt as he actually was.

You just couldn't take this anymore.

So this morning, you decided to call your older sister for help, given that her husband had a beard himself, she would be the better person for the job.

And also, at that point, you had given up on searching google for answers because every website you went into was just a repeat of what your friends had said.

You called your sister and explained the situation, being met with silence once you were finished for a couple of seconds before your sister started barking at you.

"Are you fucking kidding me? This is why you called? Stop reading shit online and talk to him, this is a preference type of thing. If you like it you like it, if you don't you don't, there's nothing more to it," with that she hanged up in your face, although rude your sister did have a point, this was something you needed to talk to your boyfriend about instead of just wallowing in what-ifs.

You waited until it was lunchtime to go to Namjoon's studio, knocking on the door and sending a message for good measure.

Your boyfriend opened the door a couple of seconds later, greeting you with a dimple smile and a peck on the lips.

"Hey baby," he stepped aside to let you in before closing the door behind you. His smile faltering slightly at your aloofness. "Everything okay?"

"Y-yeah, it's just that, I need to talk to you," you started playing with your fingers, clearly nervous. But in all fairness, how does one tell their partner that you're scared that their stubble might hurt you even though it's because of said stubble that they're ten times more attractive in your eyes?

Namjoon took hold of your hand and walked towards the couch, taking a seat and pulling you to him, making you sit on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands settled on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles in order to calm you down.

Both of you stood in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, your head on his shoulder with his leaning against yours, pecking it every once in a while.

With a sigh, you decided to finally speak. "You're probably wondering why I always want to stop before we have sex,"

"It has crossed my mind," he lifted his head and stared at you. "Was it something I did?"

"No!" you lifted your head so fast, that one could almost assume that you could've gotten whiplash. God, what have you done? You had made this wonderful man feel bad about himself, all because you let your friends' words get to you. "No, it wasn't anything you did. Well, kinda, it's more because of your stubble."

"My… stubble?" Namjoon asked, clearly confused by your words, one of his hands leaving your hips and grazing it through the hairs on his chin and lower cheeks. "Is there a problem with it?"

"No. I mean, yes. I mean- ugh," you groaned at the frustration of not being able to explain yourself clearly, the snort your boyfriend let out not helping in the slightest. "I just that- I told my friends about it and they told me that stubble is sandpaper, and then I went online and there were so many people saying the same."

Of course, your explanation only led to more questions. "Sandpaper? Wh-what are you talking about?"

You whined in frustration. "It's just that, stubble is like sandpaper, like it can scratch the crotch and the inside of the thighs because it's super prickly."

"Ah," he nodded understandingly, scratching his facial hair. "You could've told me earlier and I would've shaved."

"I talked to my sister and she said it's a preference thing, don't knock it until you try it," you lower your head on his shoulder again, hiding your face. "I also don't want you to, it looks good on you. Hot, even."

Your boyfriend snorted again, followed by quiet chuckling. "Oh really?"

You hummed in agreement and then, before you could even blink, Namjoon gripped your waist and made you lay down on the couch, adjusting himself so that he was fully on top of you.

"Wh-what are y-you doing?" it was a redundant question, the look in his eyes was saying everything you needed to know.

"You've put me through hell the last couple of days babygirl," he gripped your chin and smashed your lips together. You gasp at the force of his actions, allowing him to insert his tongue inside of your mouth and dominating yours easily. The dance of tongues didn't last very long, however, for he pulled away from you, unbuttoning your shorts and pulling both it and your panties out, throwing them haphazardly onto the floor before putting both of your legs on his shoulders. "It's time for you to make up to daddy, don't you think?"

"Yes daddy," after everything you've put him through you decided that you'd be his obedient good girl, for now at least.

Namjoon arched a brow at you, a little doubtful of your words but he shrugged them off.

He gripped your ass cheeks as he pulled your dripping cunt closer to his lips, spreading kisses on the inside of your thighs, letting you have a taste of what was to come. "You ready?"

At your nod your boyfriend licked a fat stripe of your slit before burying his face in your pussy, making you arch your back.

He was relentless.

Lips wrapped around your clit, alternating between sucking and flicking, the stubble prickling you increasing the sensation and making you reach your high that much faster.

With a moan against your cunt Namjoon separated from you, replacing his lips by slipping two fingers inside you, scissoring them at a fast pace.

Unconsciously, you started moving your hips in tune with his hand, as you clenched around his fingers and you let out moans and cries, all for daddy.

"Do you like this baby?" he said, curling his fingers with precision against your sweet spot.

"Uh-huh," the inside of your thighs were going to be raw, but fuck if you cared about any of that right now.

"Do you want to cum princess?" he said inserting a third finger into you and enveloping his lips around your clit once again, sucking on it as if his life depended on it.

"Yes," you moaned out, feeling so close you could taste it. "D-Daddy please."

No more words were necessary, at your whine Namjoon's movements increased in speed, so much so that it wasn't long before the knot broke and you released all over your boyfriend, drenching the lower half of his face, all the way to the top of his shirt, in your wetness.

Carefully, he removed his fingers from you, making sure to lap up all of your juices, not letting a single drop go to waste before removing himself from you to grab your clothes.

He crouched down so he could be face-to-face with you, running his fingers through your hair as you regained your breath. "How was it?"

"Good. Really, really good," he gave you a dimple smile at your words. "We're gonna have to do this again."

Namjoon tried not to laugh but his shaking shoulders betrayed him. "You know I'm gonna shave any day now,"

"I know," you moved one of your hands to graze his facial hair. "I'll miss it every day."

Your boyfriend snorted. "It'll grow back eventually," his face moved closer to yours and he pecked your nose. "Until then," his lips captured yours in a slow kiss, meant to take your breath away. "Why don't you go home and wait for me so we can continue this later?"

#bts #bts fanfic #bts namjoon #kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon fluff #namjoon fanfic

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silverynight · 5 months

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Affection fever

Tanjirou is glad his new friends are alright; Genya is in another room being patched up along with Kotetsu and other swordsmiths, Kanroji is on her way to her estate and Tanjirou and Tokito are with two kakushi.

"Tokito-san..." The kakushi girl tries, looking a little bit nervous before shaking her head and turning towards the redhead instead: "Tanjirou, could please tell him to..."

"Oh, of course!" Tanjirou gently runs his fingers through Tokito's hair. Not only he's in the same room as Tanjirou, he's wrapped around one of his arms. "Tokito-san, the girl wants to check my arm. Could you move a bit?"

"Okay!" Tokito beams at him before moving to Tanjirou's left side and nuzzling against his cheek. He looks very happy so Tanjirou has decided to let him do as he pleases. Besides, Kotetsu told him the mist hashira had a fever so that's probably the reason why he's so affectionate now.

The kakushi girl starts cleaning Tanjirou's wounds as the kakushi boy touches Tokito's forehead to see if he still has fever. After a couple of seconds he moves his hand away, rolls his eyes and takes a few notes.

"Is he alright?" Tanjirou asks, trying not to chuckle when Tokito gives him a kiss on the cheek before resting his head on the redhead's lap.

"Much better," the kakushi mumbles, rolling his eyes again when Tokito pouts.

"Give me headpats, Tanjirou," Tokito says, rubbing his nose against Tanjirou's middle.

"Sure!" Tanjirou smiles, patting the mist hashira's head gently. Then he turns to the kakushi: "I mean he obviously has fever still because he's a little bit clingy..."

"Nope. Zero fever now."

Tanjirou looks confused, but doesn't complain when Tokito gets closer, purrs and even puts both arms around his waist. He hasn't moved away from him since Nezuko went back into her box and the kakushi appeared to patch them all up.

"Oh... Okay! I'm just glad he's fine now!"

"Tanjirou, give me a kiss."

This time even the kakushi girl rolls her eyes, but doesn't make any comments on it.

Tanjirou leans closer before pressing his lips over Tokito's forehead; the kakushi is right, he doesn't have fever anymore.

Then why is he being so affectionate?

"You're my favorite, Tanjirou," Tokito giggles, cheeks turning slightly pink, prompting the redhead to worry again.

"Are you sure he's not...?"

"That blush is not due to fever."

"Then what's going–"

"Tanjirou!" A young swordsmith cuts him off, rushing into the room. He has his mask over his face, but the redhead can tell he's around his age. "I just wanted to personally thank you for saving us! You were amazing!"

"Oh! Uhh... You're welcome, but it wasn't really that–" Tanjirou stops when the swordsmith takes his hand and kisses it.

"You are really–"

The poor boy with the mask has to take a few steps back because Tokito hisses at him.

"Tokito-san, don't be rude!" Tanjirou says, he doesn't have the heart to actually scold him because he knows he's still weak. Instead he runs his fingers through his hair until he relaxes again.

Although he's still glaring at the swordsmith. Then he sits and gives Tanjirou a couple of kisses on his face before narrowing his eyes at the boy again.

"Sorry!" The swordsmith apologizes. "I didn't know you had someone already!"

"Someone?"

"Nonsense!" Kotetsu walks in the room, huffing at the swordsmith. "I told you about Tokito-san!"

"Kotetsu, hi!" Tanjirou grins. "How's Genya?"

"Better!" He quickly says, looking from Tanjirou to Tokito. "Sorry, we're leaving now!"

Even the two kakushi with them leave after they patch them up, Tanjirou is a little bit confused by everyone's behavior.

"Tanjirou, cuddle me."

Finally, Tanjirou decides to push those thoughts aside and relax for a while. The mist hashira seems determined not to let him go though and Tanjirou ends up falling asleep with him in his arms.

***

It's difficult to say goodbye to everyone, but especially Tokito because he's adamant about getting Tanjirou to go to his estate with him.

"I'm sorry, but I can't," he tells him, feeling genuinely bad about it. "I have to go back to the butterfly estate. Although I can pay you a visit after I make sure I don't have a new mission at the moment."

"Okay," Tokito nods, although he's still pouting. "But please come soon!"

He then gives Tanjirou a goodbye kiss on the cheek that makes him wonder why he's still so affectionate if he's not sick anymore.

Well... Maybe Tokito just wants to be his friend now.

***

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#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #tanjiro kamado #muichiro tokito #muitan

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prescottsgirl · 9 months

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hi, i’ve been binge reading your fics/headcanons and i love your writing sm! if you have time, i would love to read about Sidney’s first date with a younger reader. maybe reader has had a crush on older!Sid for awhile and finally shoots her shot :)) thank you ❤️

awe thank you! of course i’ll write that! :)

THIS LOVE

sidney prescott x fem!reader

warnings: none

note: i hope this is good 😭 my writing has been shit lately

"If we make it out of here alive then you owe me a date." All the murders had clearly given you a boost of confidence. You weren't sure you would even life to see the next day at this point so what did you have to lose anyways?

That had been an entire month ago. Since you were nearly killed. Since Sidney had agreed to that deal.

"Now I have a better reason to make it out alive," Is what Sidney said to you.

And she spent all 30 days sitting in the hospital with you until you healed. You almost didn't make it out alive. But you did. You had a reason too.

Which brought you to rushing around you apartment, trying to tidy up every corner of it. When you heard a knock on your door you felt like you were going to be sick. This was happening. You were having a date with Sidney fucking Prescott.

You brushed down the invisible wrinkles on your clothes. After throwing your entire closet around to find something, Sam finally helped you decide on this a nice sweater and mom jeans. She was the whole reason you're with Sidney, really. You've been friends with her for forever which Richie and Amber had easily found out, to then which they bunched you into this whole mess. Being stabbed fucking hurt, but if it wasn't for that, then you probably wouldn't be having a date with Sidney Prescott.

You opened up your apartment door to a softly smiling Sidney. You've been around her for an entire month now, but you never fail to feel light headed whenever she was around.

Her dark brown hair rested just on her collar bone with her typical gentle waves, and her blouse was a little lower cut than usual. You were at lost for words because, suddenly, hi, hello, how are you, disappeared from your vocabulary entirely.

"Hi honey," she says first because she can see the sheer look of anxiety on your face. Your cheeks burn an awfully deep shade of red at her pet name. She knew you had that biggest crush on her so she loved to flustered you. She couldn't deny that she got a little nervous around you too though.

"Hi, sorry. You look— you look really good." You wanted to run into your bedroom and scream like a child. You were so awful at this.

She smiled and her cheeks were a soft shade of pink. Maybe you weren't doing too bad so far? "Thank you sweetie. You look really good yourself." If she didn't stop with the pet names, you were sure that you were going to pass out.

She let the tension swim between the two of you for a couple of moments before speaking up again. "You ready?"

"Mhm. Yeah, let's go." You locked up your door with your shaky hands. You were sure that Sidney noticed. But you never really done this whole date thing and it was with the Sidney Prescott.

You walked the entire way down in fairly comfortable silence. You didn't know what to say, or if you should even say something. You were just going to let her lead you tonight.

You followed her out to her car outside and tried not to think of your arms brushing against each others.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one driving. Since i'm taking you on a date," you don't think you would even be able to drive, being so distracted in caught up in your thoughts, but you didn't want to seem rude.

"I'm terrified of getting in a car with you behind the wheel," she looked over at you and smiled, clearly just teasing you.

"What—" you were going to argue back, but you followed her intense gaze to your banged up car in the parking garage. "Okay listen. It was one time."

She tilted her head, raising her eyebrows at you.

"Okay, one very bad time," you both laughed. Maybe you weren't so awful at this. You made her laugh only five minutes in.

Sidney walks a little in front of you when you approach the car so she can open the door for you. To which you smile at. She walks around the car to the drivers side and gets in.

It's quiet again, and the sun had already set, and all you want to do is just kiss her the way the moonlight does. You don't even realize that you're staring, but Sidney does, and she has to pretend like the fact that being adored by someone young and beautiful like you doesn't makes her heart feel too big for her body.

She starts up the car and the radio turns on to a random song that neither of you care for. "You can connect your phone to the radio if you'd like," she says softly, almost as if she wants you to. She wants to know more about you, wants to know what music you listen to, and what singers you enjoy.

"Sure." You easily connect as she starts driving to the address you texted her earlier that day. A soft melody of Taylor Swift starts playing, certainly setting the mood for this night.

There's some light, simple chatter throughout the entire car ride and you try to remember how to properly speak and use your brain every time she asks you a question.

When you arrived to the destination, you brush your hand against hers, she immediately realizes what's happen and intertwines your fingers together. It was easier than you thought it would be.

The restaurant, as large as it is, is fairly busy. You were thankful that you had made a reservation beforehand. You want the entire night to be perfect and smooth, and waiting nearly an hour to have dinner wouldn't have been ideal.

You walked in with her holding your hands by your waist. Right as you enter the doorway, you approach the front desk. "Hi, I have a reservation under Y/L/N."

The hostess leads you to one of the small tables in the corner. There's string lights and plants around the entire interior and the lighting is dimmed. There's no crying kids or people staring you down as you walk to you table. You knew you picked the right place.

It only takes a few minutes before the waiter is at your table to put in your orders. You both order a glass of wine and your meals and wait until he's disappear to continue talking.

"So, I have to ask, why me?" Sidney asks, her head slightly tilting to the side and leaned on the palm of her hand.

"Hm?"

"Well I mean you're so young. You have Sam and all of them but you were so adamant about going on a date with me."

You chuckled lightly at her. "I've never been attracted to any of them. But the first time I saw you, my heart stopped. You're so strong, and beautiful, and you were like the only person to stay in the hospital with me when I was hurt." You might as well spill all of your feelings on this table. You didn't know how else to get it through to her that she just felt like the right one. "I'm really glad that you actually waited a whole month for me."

"I would've waited forever if I had to. I'm really glad that we're doing this," Sidney says.

"Me too. I've never done this before so i'm really lucky that it's with you." Even though you didn't personally know Sidney as well as you would like to yet, after everything that's happened back at Stu's Machers old house, you felt really safe and comfortable with her.

"You mean you never been on a date before?" She doesn't ask it in a critical way, she's simply surprised and curious.

"Nope. You're my first."

"Wow, I would think a pretty girl like you had been on one." You were sure your cheeks looked like they were burning off. You don't know how you're going to survive this night if she keeps talking like that to you.

You smiled and looked down at the table in hopes that it would hide your blush. Luckily, the waiter came back to hand you your orders.

The dinner had passed too quickly. You knew this meant the night was coming to an end. You could already feel the wine going to your head though. It gave you an extra boost of confidence to keep this date on its toes.

"I don't want this to end," you say to her, reaching out to her hand on the table. You tried not to pay attention to how low her blouse was and how the light shaded her chest just right. You looked back up at her eyes and by the lustful look on her face, you realized that she had noticed your wandering eyes.

She smirks before replying. "Me either. I had a really nice time."

"How about you come back to my place?" You bit down on your bottom lip after saying it. This boost of confidence could either lead you to endless embarrassment or a really good night.

"Yeah, I would like that."

The waiter come back to your table with the check. Sidney reaches for it, but you're faster than her. "Nu-uh. You drove, I pay."

She rolls her eyes, but it's completely playful. She wants to argue back, but you give her these sweet big pleading eyes and she decides to bite her tongue.

Once he returns with your card, you and Sid get up to leave. This time it's Sidney that's grabbing your hand. As if you're hers now. She wants everyone to know that nobody can have you the way she can.

Sidney drove you both home, this time it was less awkward than getting to the restaurant. You and Sidney both made it up to your apartment, and it was the first time she had been in it.

Her eyes wandered all around. She noticed how your decorating really defined who you were. "You have a really nice place," she said, as she followed you into your living room area where you had a huge view of the city below you.

"Thank you. It's a little messy right now."

"It's perfect."

You smiled at her, and tried to not get flustered at the silence that followed. "How about we sit on the balcony? I'll get some more wine from the fridge?"

"Yeah, that's nice."

You both went your separate ways; you to the kitchen and Sidney out on the balcony where there were two chairs beside each other.

You poured two glasses and carried them both outside, handing her one and sitting beside her in a chair. You studied the way her slender fingers wrapped around the glass and how the moonlight made her typical dark eyes sparkle. You wished she would just kiss you so you wouldn't have to stare from afar.

"I really thought I was going to die," you said, disturbing the peaceful silence. Her head snaps over at you and she looks confused. "When...Richies knife was pointing right at my chest. I was going to give up because everything hurt so bad. But then I could hear your voice in the other room. Somehow you still sounded so soft and pretty during those circumstances. So I grabbed the knife and fought with all I had."

Sidney's eyes glisten from tears building up. You can see her swallow down a lump in her throat. You've never seen her cry before. She always acts so tough. "I'm so so—"

"No, don't apologize. You saved my life." You put your wine glass onto the table, leaning closer towards Sidney. She did the same thing. "Everything's felt so weird since then, but you fill this void inside of me. Sidney, I love you."

She's taken aback by your sudden confession at first, but she quickly recovers from it and realizes that she's been yearning to hear those words from you.

"You love me?" She asks. She knew you liked her, but to have you admit that you love her was an entirely different game.

"Mhm. Can I kiss you?"

She nods because her words get caught up in her throat. Your face comes closer to hers until you feel the softest lips against yours. You could swear that the entire city went silent for a moment. All the Friday night hustle and bustle below your apartment had paused and all that mattered was the taste of wine from her lips and the feeling of her slender fingers holding onto your face.

She pulls back for a moment, both of your breaths heavier than they were just seconds ago. She’s still so close that her nose brushes again yours, and you can smell her sweet perfume. “I love you too, by the way”

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ THREES A CROWD — paul & embry

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A/N: tumblr is a pos and is the most annoying platform to transfer text to like why is each paragraph it's own entity???? why is this still here take it away???????????

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For some reason, you found yourself buzzing with nervous energy, unable to sit still in the empty back seat. Your leg wouldn't stop bouncing, fingers picking at a frayed hem on your shirt. The ride back to Forks felt like it took forever, staring out at the trees as they zoomed by could only distract you for so long.

Both Embry and Paul were shooting you concerned looks every now and again, obviously sensing what they thought was discomfort. But how were you supposed to tell them that the thought of being alone with them was making your stomach do flips? That you could still feel the shape of their legs pressed against yours at Emily's dinning table, desperate for the contact as if you were lost in the desert, desperate for water.

They don't ask you what was wrong though, something you're grateful for as you will yourself to calm down. Settling yourself in for the drive home, you rest your head against the window as you listen to Paul and Embry talk about an upcoming patrol.

When they pull up to your house there isn't a single car in the driveway. Paul parks on the side of the road regardless, leaving room for your parents in the tiny driveway if they come back before they leave. From across the street, you can see the curtains in Candice's window fall into place, the dark maroon fabric a stark contrast to the light coloured brick of her house.

Looking at the rest of the house, you notice that every window has dark curtains of varying colours, all drawn tightly shut. It's odd that the curtains would be drawn while the sun was still out, and you can't help but eye the house suspiciously as you grab your bag and get out of the truck. Knowing the neighbourhood, she probably uses it as a way to keep herself out of the near daily gossip.

The walk into the house and up to your room is quiet, almost uncomfortably so. It's hard to tell how much of your emotions they're able to read through the connection you all share, but you hope they can't tell how flustered you are.

You easily fall into the same positions as the night before, comfortable but still lost in your own thoughts. You fiddle with your hands absently, trying and failing to get settled despite the comfort they radiate.

"Hey..." Embry starts, grabbing the controller from between you to pause the movie, "are you okay, you've been acting weird since the drive over."

Looking between the two boys, you smooth you hands against the top of your pants. Your heart hammers in your chest, but you will the racing to stop as you shuffle foreword, turning to face them both, though unable to look at either.

"I, uhh. I wanna kiss you," You say in a rush, voice quiet as you stumble over your words. You're staring down at your fidgeting hands, too embarrassed to try and meet their eyes. The boys are silent for a while, staring at you with blank faces. Just as the silence stretches on for too long, and you start to think that this was an awful, terrible mistake, Paul breaks the silence.

"Which one?"

You finally look up at that, noticing that both of them are desperately trying to keep any emotion from their faces. The hope still shines through though, and it makes you feel just a little bit better about your impulsive question.

"Both, if that's okay? I know we haven't really been together all that long, or have even talked about us dating, so I don't know if I'm over stepping, or—"

"Yeah, yes. It's more than okay," Embry cuts in, scooting forward so that he's sitting in front of you. He leaves enough room next to him as Paul does the same, "Who— who first?"

"Doesn't matter," You shrug, looking between the two as they look to each other. They seems to come to a decision, though, because Embry is leaning foreword, closing the already short distance between you.

He stops just short of kissing you, face so close that your noses brush at the slightest movement. His eyes dart between your own, and you realize that he's waiting for you to close the distance, to make the first move despite the fact that you asked for this. The thoughtful act makes your stomach flutter and your chest warm.

Leaning foreword, you brace one hand on the ground, the tips of your fingers brushing against Embrys, while the other cups the side of his face. Your lips brush faintly, barely even a kiss at all, but it's enough to bring a smile to your face. Letting your hand slip into his warm hair, you press firmly against Embry, lips molding together perfectly.

The kiss is over far too soon, but as you pull back, you can still feel the shape of his lips against your own. It takes a moment for your eyes to flutter open, instantly spotting the pleased, soft smile on Embrys face.

You feel your face flush hot when you look to Paul, who is staring between you and Embry with hungry eyes. Swallowing around your nerves, you turn to Paul.

You let go of Embrys face, though before you can reach out for Paul, he's got your face cupped in his large hands, pulling you towards him.

His kiss is a lot firmer, motions clearly practiced. He still moves just a slow though, taking his time. Your hands, that were hovering in the air between you, drop to the carpet, and you push yourself foreword into the kiss.

Embry slides his hand that was resting on the floor closer, threading your fingers together as he watches the kiss. When Paul pulls away your chest is heaving, lips tingling. You ghost your fingers over your lips, a dopey smile on your face.

"Good?" Paul whispers, voice rough. It's a rhetorical question, if the knowing smile on his face is any indication. You nod anyways, subconsciously swaying foreword to get closer.

He goes to meet you half way, eyes sliding closed, but then stops a hairs breath away from your mouth. His head whips to the side, eyes staring out the window and into the dark of the night.

"What? What is it?" You follow his line of sight, but you can't make out anything in the dark. Embry shoots up from beside you, rushing to your closed window to throw it open. Both he and Paul tense up, growling low in their throat, "What's going on?"

"It was that leech," Paul says, face hard when you turn to look at him, "they were here."

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