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ivystoryweaver · 2 months

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March the 9th

Marc Spector x gn!reader 1.4k words, angst, sex is implied, no smut, tw abuse, not beta'd

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Your skin tingles as you struggle you steady your breathing. Pacing the floor for an hour does nothing to calm that fuzzy feeling in the center of you.

He’ll be here soon.

You’ve memorized the pattern on the ceiling over your bed, because you stared at it the entire night, never once slipping into blissful slumber.

Your phone never rings. No emails, no letters, no messages.

But he always shows.

Bouncing on your toes, you smooth your hands down the lines of your body, checking your reflection, which lets you know you look the same as you did five minutes ago.

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The first year...

Your family moved onto the Spectors’ street when you were nine years old. You quickly befriended the Spector boys, often playing with them after school and on weekends.

Then, one day, Randall was gone. You were supposed to play with them that day, but you had the flu.

Marc was never the same and you didn’t see much of him, except at school. The Spectors didn’t throw him a birthday party and he didn’t show up at yours either.

So you created a handmade birthday card for him, making a point to cross his path at school. He was absent.

The next year approached, and you realized the Spectors once again would not be throwing a party, so you gave Marc his birthday card on March 8th. He jerked it out of your hand, eyes downcast, muttering, “thanks,” before shuffling away.

You called his name, scampering after him, but he never looked back. The two of you were in middle school now and Marc didn’t seem to have many friends at all. Hopefully he would read the card, which invited him over to hang out.

He did.

On the night of March 9th, he crawled through your bedroom window for the first time. Tears streaked down his cheeks as his body trembled.

“Can I sleep on your floor?” He brokenly whispered.

You had a queen sized bed, so, of course you didn’t let your clearly devastated friend sleep on the hard floor.

“Don’t tell anyone,” he murmured drowsily, once he slid beneath the covers. “Please, they’ll kill me.”

You didn’t understand and he wouldn’t explain. You were only twelve years old. You squeezed his hand and let him rest.

He talked to you after that, only sometimes.

The next March 9th, you gave him another card, with another invitation to come over. He did. Your fingers tangled with his.

Again at fourteen, when, after swiping the tears from his eyes, he kissed you. He kissed you for a long time and you thought you’d never felt anything so magical.

At fifteen, he kissed and touched you all night long. Your heart was his now.

Still, he kept to himself for most of the other 364 days a year.

At sixteen, he climbed into your bed and the two of you lost your virginity. Neither of you had a clue what you were doing - clumsy and wild and sweet. But he kissed you and held you and he tried. You loved him and you had never felt so close to anyone in your life.

He flinched away from your touch several times, so you thought you must be doing something wrong.

It wasn’t until seventeen that you saw his well-hidden bruises and red welts by your bedside lamplight.

“Who did this to you?” Tears streamed down your face as your fingertips traced lovingly around anger and drunkenness unleashed on his beautiful body.

His eyes met yours and you knew. He came to your bed a lot more after that.

Then came eighteen. Three months before graduation. You asked him all the time where he wanted to go to college - where the two of you could go together, but nothing ever came of it. He only answered, “I have to get out.”

March the 9th of year eighteen was the last you saw of Marc Spector for a long time. He didn’t make it to graduation.

He sent you a letter in year nineteen.

‘I’m sorry,’ was all it said.

Year twenty passed. 21, 22, 23…

You graduated college and met someone. But every March the 9th, your fingers would trace his picture, so your "someone" didn't last.

More than a few March 9ths ago, you somehow wished him right back to you. He knocked on your door, shuffling anxiously from foot to foot, swallowing hard and expecting rejection.

You threw your arms around him. “Happy birthday,” you whispered against his cheek before his mouth found yours.

He took you to bed and you knew then that your heart would only ever be his.

It wasn’t enough though. He granted you a half-hearted explanation about danger and old debts and how he was so messed up - he could never bring it all into your life.

You had enough dignity to refrain from begging him.

The next March the 9th was the same. And the next, and the next.

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This year, you’re resolute. It will be the last. It has to be. You can’t do this anymore. He doesn’t love you - not the way you love him. You’ll wish him happy birthday, take him to your bed, but - never again. It hurts too much.

A sharp knock jolts you out of your reverie, sending all the air rushing out of you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you steady yourself, giving yourself one final moment to prepare for your last night with Marc.

You reach for the door and find him holding flowers. Irises.

“You like these…right?” Dark eyebrows shift hopefully.

You breathe his name, your heart flaming with adoration. You take the bouquet and wrap your arms around his neck like always, whispering, “Happy birthday,” against his cheek as his lips seek out your own. He tastes you slowly…sweetly, his breath mingling with yours.

You lose your grasp on the irises, forgetting to care as they spill to the floor. Strong arms wind around you as his hands spread across your back, pressing you against the solid warmth of his chest. The kiss goes on and on until you’re dizzy and breathless and hot tears wet your eyes at the thought of never tasting him again.

You fight them back as the two of you finally make it through the front door and he kicks it closed. He takes you to bed and you drown in the essence that is Marc - unearthed secrets, soul-crushing burdens, beautiful desperation and a kind of hungry tenderness. You bury your nose in the crook of his neck, comforted and tormented as you inhale the spicy, sun-kissed scent of him, your lips tasting, committing him to memory.

Saltiness seeps into your mouth and you’re not sure if it’s the slight sheen on his skin as he works his way into you, or the tears slipping down your cheeks.

Your fingers twist through his dark curls as you pull your body flush against his - the heat of your tongue - the twist of your body - the scrape of your fingernails desperately attempting to communicate your need for this man.

He’s been your birthday wish most of your life.

He holds you against him until the calendar turns to the 10th. The sun rises and you realize he’s never stayed this long.

Which will make the speech you’ve planned so much harder. You shuffle to the bathroom while he sleeps, steeling yourself for the heartbreak. As you stare into the mirror, tears burn your eyes and you wonder if you can go through with it. The thought of never seeing him again is crushing, but you can’t go on like this.

Finally, you straighten out your appearance and freshen up, fighting like hell to keep your composure.

Marc is awake, sitting on the edge of your bed in only his boxers. You expect him to be dressed and ready to walk out the door, but as his warm, coffee colored eyes find yours…

He gently smiles.

“Marc?” You whisper, slowly approaching him.

“Come here,” he softly instructs, reaching for you. You sink down beside him, your foreheads touching sweetly as he grips your arms.

“Could…do you think I could stay?”

Tears trickle down. Again. “I don’t know,” you whimper. “I-I can’t-"

“I know.,” he nods, pressing an urgent kiss to your mouth. “I’m sorry. I’ll go.”

He’s off the bed and reaching for his clothes before you can blink, but you don’t let him get far. “Stay,” you urgently plead. “Stay with me.”

He freezes, eyes wide and hopeful. “F-for tonight, or…”

“Stay,” you repeat, pressing your palms to the heat of his bare chest. “Stay or go. Just decide.”

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Next March the 9th…

“Happy birthday, baby,” you murmur against his lips as he rolls you underneath him.

“Happy anniversary,” he returns, sealing his mouth to yours.

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emeritusemeritus · 2 months

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Haunted [Eddie Munson X Reader]

Title: Haunted.

Pairing: Eddie MunsonxReader {Acquaintances to lovers?}

Timeline: Set around S4 (no vecna)

Summary: Eddie sees his dream girl once day at the record store, but will he ever be able to find her again?

Warnings: Minor swearing, Eddie’s a little clueless and a little dismissive for a while. A bit of sexism and mentions of stereotypes. Brief mentions of drugs (it’s Eddie). ‘Un-named freak’ is called Ritchie in this story. Use of y/n. POV changes towards the end. Not Beta read nor spellchecked.

Word count: 3.4K

Eddie Munson had always considered himself particularly unlucky in life, wether it be the family he was born in to, the hand he'd be dealt in life or the way he was so often misunderstood by every outsider. But he'd never considered himself cursed, nor haunted; at least not until the 8th of March, 1896.

It was a Saturday, as boring an uneventful as they come, a little drizzly but mild and completely, mind numbingly boring. He'd done a deal earlier that morning and had decided to spend a little of his fresh earnings, hoping the record store would have something new to catch his eye. The Vault was an old independent record store downtown that had suffered greatly during the Starcourt Mall's rule, with RadioShack and Sam Goody's drawing in most of the younger crowds that left business scarce but the older generation, collectors and music fans that favoured minority categories or alternative sounds always found a home at the Vault, such as Eddie Munson. He'd been waiting a week for the Vault to receive a shipment of the new Metallica album Master of Puppets, though Rob the owner had assured him it would be in by Saturday, nearly five days late after the release. Eddie's hands were itching to get hold of a copy after being pumped by the debut album of King Diamond only a month before, but he was more than ready for something new.

He'd planned to meet Gareth at the store downtown and was waiting out by his van, stood leaning against the hood to smoke a joint when he spotted something entirely unheard of for Hawkins.

A girl, dressed in black high waisted pants that were ripped at the knees and a band shirt that looked eerily familiar to him. It was a Judas Priest 'Defenders of the faith' shirt, identifiable by the distinctive red and blue album logo on the front of the shirt, along with the white priest logo on her chest. She had a chain attached to her belt and chunky black boots just incase the shirt wasn't impactful enough.

She was beautiful, her hair flowing down her back with shaggy bangs and some shit around her eyes Eddie didn't understand that made them look sexy as hell. He was floored, frozen and almost drooling as he watched her walk across the sidewalk towards the record store. He cursed Gareth for being late, making a mental note to put his character in mortal peril during his next campaign and felt himself almost drifting across the road to get a chance to talk to her, but stopped himself at the last minute. He thought of how he could 'accidentally' bump into her, no doubt around the metal/ hard rock section of the record store and strike up a conversation but he couldn't think of a single way to make it seem authentic, or to talk about.

He swore out loud when he saw her walk out only a few minutes later with a smile on her face that he was certain would be etched into his memory forever. He was certain he'd never seen her before, a hot chick that was into metal in Hawkins? No way.

If he wasn't already head over heels for the mystery girl already, he was smitten as soon as she pulled away, the distinctive sounds of Metallica blasting through her speakers, the speedy trash metal echoing through her black car and out into the streets of Hawkins getting quieter and quieter as she drives away.

From that moment, he looked everywhere for her at school, around Hawkins but he could never spot her.

"Gotta shoot, got business," he says, standing suddenly and closing his metal 'lunch box' with a reasoning clunk. He hot tails it out of the school cafeteria and begins making his way across the lot, down his regular route towards the tree line when a noise stops him.

Master of Puppets.

He'd know that riff anywhere, he'd been trying to learn it for days now after finally getting a copy from Rob at the vault. His head shoots up like a meerkat on a hill, scrutinising the cars and the bodies littered about the lot to catch a glimpse of you but he's too late. He sees your black car pulling out the lot and onto the dirt road between the schools and drops his head in defeat. How could he have missed you? He'd spent days searching for you, keeping his eyes focused on the people around him, looking for any sign of you. He'd visited family video more times than he ever had in the past incase you'd decided to venture out there, even asking Buckey and Harrington in a round about way wether he'd seen 'the new chick in town'. He'd downplayed it obviously, he wasn't about to start competing with Harrington so he just mentioned you in passing, not mentioning your appearance at all. They'd seen nothing.

Then Henderson barrelled in one day about this new girl he'd been talking to, apparently she was super cool, asked him about his shirt, d&d and had completely outed herself as a nerd, quoting Star Wars back to him. Eddie had felt hope rise up in his chest but his interest quickly faded when Henderson described the girl wearing a pink and white dress with a white long sleeved shirt underneath, definitely not the girl Eddie had been looking for.

It was a game of cat and mouse, though Eddie was definitely losing the game.

Eddie was perplexed, distracted; even more so than usual. So when a figure appeared beside him at the end of Click's Friday morning history class, during which he'd spent the entire time staring off into the distance through the window and not writing a single note, not even pulling out a scrap of paper nor a pen, he jumped out of his skin at the sudden interaction.

"Hi, you're Eddie right?" The girl says a little shyly, drawing his attention away from the window, though he hardly looks up at the new customer.

"£20 for a half ounce bag, I don't sell single joints right now," he says absently and quietly, reaching down for his lunchbox, "Picnic bench out in the clearing at lunch."

"Oh, no, I wasn't," she begins to say, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You know what, never mind."

He watches as the girl walks away, reaching for her backpack and shoving in the notebook she was holding. His eyes follow her as she pushes her backpack over one shoulder and walks out of the class without sparing him a final look.

He stews on the stranger interaction until lunch when he gets distracted by the guys arguing over the new girl Henderson had mentioned earlier than week.

"She came right out and quoted A New Hope like it was nothing, I'm telling you she's a secret nerd,"Jeff says, picking at his lunch.

"Like how?" Mike says, half paying attention.

"I asked her how she liked it in Hawkins and where she was from before and she said, and I quote, 'Mos Eisley space port but worse'".

"You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious," Dustin mimics, doing his best Obi-Wan impression, earning a snort from Gareth and a rare smile from Ritchie.

"I'm telling you, she's a total nerd," Jeff smirks, taking a bite of his cafeteria pizza.

"A hot nerd," Gareth adds, earning a nod from Jeff and Ritchie.

"You know she asked me about D&D, maybe we could invite her along for a taster, Eddie?" Dustin says, each of them turning to their leader who was barely paying attention.

"Eddie?" Gareth repeats, finally getting through to Eddie.

"Huh? Oh yeah whatever," Eddie says, clearly having not paid any attention to the conversation happening around him. The group look at each other with various levels of concerned expressions and confusion, wondering where the stood on inviting the new girl.

Dustin, never one to follow the rules, decides to step up and invite the new girl anyway, taking a giant leap that Eddie had technically agreed to it. He catches her between classes and invites her to tonight's campaign, telling her that she wouldn't be able to actually play until she was formally enrolled and created a character sheet but she could watch. To his relief, she agreed with a warm smile and eager nod, making his own smile beam across his face.

"Drama room after school, don't be late, he hates that!"

"Who's this?" Eddie says, when Dustin, Lucas and new girl walk in, spotting the intruder from his place in the throne. It was the same girl from class that had walked up to him without a reason.

"Y/n," Dustin answers casually, walking away and taking his regular seat. "You said she could sit in."

"Did I? Henderson?" Eddie's tone is clipped and his eyes pierce Dustin in a harsh way, not that he notices.

"It's okay, I can go," she says awkwardly from her spot, feeling the weight of rejection settling in. Everyone else had been so friendly but Eddie seemed to want nothing to do with her.

"Nah stay," Eddie says, finally looking in her direction and acknowledging her as a person. She smiles briefly and nods, though it's somewhat forced, still feeling painfully awkward to be where she clearly wasn't wanted. "You sitting down? Just don't interrupt and no questions for now."

"Ok, be straight with me," Eddie says at the end of the session, having told her to stick around afterwards until it was just the two of them. He'd caught sight of her multiple times during the game when she would cheer along with the guys, looked tense in the pets where he lingered for tension and had followed the brief rules he'd laid down dutifully, causing no issues at all. "What's a girl like you want to do with D&D?"

"Girl like me?" She challenges, her right eyebrow raised at the implications of his words.

"Yanno," he says, throwing the last of the equipment into his cardboard box he used to lug the stuff back and forth, "you don't seem the type to be into D&D." He thought of record store girl once again, she would definitely be into d&d, or at least he could convince her to be.

She catches him looking at her cream coloured sweater and blue jeans, his eyes clearly looking at her outfit as to make a point.

"So what, you think there's an angle here? A regular girl can't have an interest in something that isn't Madonna or nail polish? You really have such a low opinion of women?"

"No," he says quickly, turning around to face her as he senses her clipped tone, only to be met with a smirk tugging at the side of her lips and eyebrow still raised. She was goading him.

"Just saying, it's a little unheard of," he says, much more meekly now. He watches as she simply shrugs, offering nothing back.

"I like what I like and I'm not gonna change that for anyone," she says with another shrug, unknowingly earning a multitude of respect from Eddie as he watches her speak. She really was pretty. "Just because I don't think Tom Cruise is the hottest man on the planet and Bananarama didn't change my life doesn't mean I'm not normal, and because I like D&D and shitty horror films I'm not girly enough for society's dumb labels."

She watches as Eddie's smirk forms on his face slowly, his hand extending towards her, "welcome to Hellfire."

It's Wednesday afternoon and the bell has just rang signalling the end of the school day when Eddie waits out by his van, smoking a cigarette and waiting for y/n. They were drawing up her character sheet that night ready for her induction to the club during the next campaign, though she'd have to sit the current one out as they were already more than halfway through. Eddie had nipped back to his trailer to pick up a few of his manuals and spare sheets ready for them to draw up her character and she'd offered for them to go to her house after school to work on it.

Eddie discovered that she was actually pretty cool, as she's started sitting with them at lunch and opening up to the conversations around her. She'd spouted an incredible knowledge of Star Wars a couple of times and had even interjected when Jeff had misspoken about something from The fellowship of the ring, blowing Eddie's mind. He hadn't really looked at her until that night at Hellfire but ever since he'd found himself unable to look away. She was gorgeous, even in her little pink sweaters and fashionable dresses. Though he felt conflicted because as much as he liked y/n, he couldn't stop thinking about the girl at the record store, his dream woman.

"Hey, sorry I'm late, couldn't get away from Robin," she said with a smile, appearing in front of the van by Eddie's side.

"Sure you're good with us going to yours? Your mom won't like totally freak out?" Eddie says with a smirk, crushing his cigarette under his sneakers. The girl huffs out a laugh, ignoring Eddie's claims and pulls open the passenger door before climbing in, wordlessly telling him it would be fine.

"Dad? You home?" She shouts as they walk through the door to her home, having ignored Eddie's compromise of parking a little back from her house, knowing the usual protocol. She's ignored him entirely and told him to park on the drive before flashing him a smile and climbing out.

There's no reply from within the house and Eddie relaxes slightly, glad he wouldn't have to face a set of disgruntled parents that inevitably thought he was corrupting their sweet daughter, pink skirt and all.

"You want a drink?" She asks, guiding him into the kitchen. "Coke, beer, Mountain Dew? Oh crap I left my shit upstairs, you wanna do it there?"

Seeing Eddie's slightly startled look, she burst out laughing, realising what she'd said. "I meant the character sheets Munson."

"Oh yeah, yeah," he says, slightly tapping his foot and letting out a laugh that sounds inauthentic even to his own ears. He didn't know what was happening to him. Sure she was pretty, more than pretty but being alone with her like this made him almost painfully nervous.

"Gonna stand there all night?" She quips, noticing him stood exactly where she'd left him after making her way to the stairs. He suddenly catches on and follows her, nervously clutching his cold can of coke and ascending the plain white staircase, mentally cursing himself to get a grip.

He hadn't been in a girls bedroom before, he felt a little weird about it. Would it be cute and flowery? Stuffies and dolls littering the place? His room was a self-proclaimed disaster with more clutter than he could deal with, messy and a little dingy, but it did the job.

"Holy fuck," he says as he steps into the room, following you absently through the wooden doorway as your room comes into view.

Posters of various bands line the walls, ticket stubs and little trinkets dotted around, noticing guitar picks tacked onto the wall near the stubs. There's an honest to god ramskull on the wall above the bed and your vinyl and tape collection is seriously impressive. There's a Jaws poster one side and a similarly impressive book collection near a wooden desk near where you stood. There's a black acoustic guitar on a stand near your closet and an array of black shirts on a shelf nearby.

But then he spots it, a Judas Priest shirt thrown over the chair near the desk- the defenders of the faith shirt that he'd seen his dream woman wearing outside the vault. His eyes flick up to a Judas priest poster on the wall, a creased and slightly ratted up poster that illustrates the show as Madison Square Garden , June 18th 1984- the same one as what was on your shirt.

"You're hot girl?" Eddie turns around, mouth agape and wide eyes roaming across your body.

"What?" You say completely confused at his reaction, thinking nothing of it as you stepped over to your desk to gather the mock character sheets you'd been working on to show him.

"You were at the Vault last week? You got Master of Puppets?" He says frantically, stepping towards you.

"You've been stalking me?" You say curiously, watching him have a mini freak out.

"That was you? But you had ripped jeans and the boots," he rambles, unable to piece the parts together of his own mental puzzle.

Suddenly, you laugh and realise what's happening. You walk over to your closet and pull open the doors, noticing Eddie was watching your every move.

"These?" You ask, pulling out your black Doc Martens, the platform style you'd been wearing when you visited the record store.

"Holy shit, holy shit," Eddie says, staring at the boots that had been imprinted into his mind since he'd seen you last time as he falls back to sit on your bed. "But."

"The clothes?" You say with a smile, understanding why he was so confused. He nods gently, looking around the room still with a moderate sense of confusion, before his eyes fall to you again. You smile and take a seat beside him on the bed, trying not to confuse him more.

"When we moved from New York, mom thought it would be best if I tried to blend in, said that small towns like these don't accept people like us very much. Dad gets away with it because of his job but even my mom started fancying her self up a little more, putting on a show I guess so the small town folk wouldn't gossip," you explain. "So she went out and bought these monstrosities," you say gesturing to the cream coloured sweater you wore. "Only thing is that it's Indiana and it's hot as balls, which sucks when you can't show your arms."

"Wh-." Eddie begins to question but you already anticipate this and begin to pull off your sweater, thankful you were wearing a black tank top underneath.

Eddie's mouth falls open even wider, his eyes bulging as he looks upon your revealed skin, seeing the tattoos that litter your arms, intricate designs and art flowing across your body.

"That explain it?" You say with a gentle laugh. His face is a picture and you wished that you could have taken a photo to keep the memory forever. You reach up to your hair and pull away the clips holding in your bangs and pull down your scrunchie, throwing it across the room before tussling your hair to fall back in place.

It really was you, his dream girl.

"That day, in Click's class," he says, piecing more of the puzzle together.

"I wanted to ask you about Hellfire," you reply, looking up from under your lashes at him, now that his face had returned to normal and mouth no longer agape.

"I was a dick," he says guiltily, his brows pulling together slightly.

"Eh," you shrug, "you weren't to know."

"I judged you like an idiot, when all this time you've been right here under my nose."

He leans in slowly, and you follow his direction until your lips are touching. It’s soft and sweet and absolutely perfect as you feel his soft lips against yours, a playfulness and a shyness to the kiss.

It falls silent for a few moments after you pull apart with shy smiles, but it's not uncomfortable in any way.

"You really saw Priest in '84?" He asks, looking between the shirt and the poster on the wall. You laugh, throwing yourself on the bed to get comfy, pleased that he was feeling more comfortable now as he follows you down to lie beside you on the bed, character sheets forgotten beside you.

"Yeah at the Garden, you know they got banned for life after the show? It was crazy, everyone was ripping up the seats! Very metal."

“Very metal.”

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cmoundiamante · 1 month

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Can I request for a jay smut? What I’m thinking is that he is an idol/singer/rockstar who is on tour. He has been on tour for almost a year so he has been missing the touch of his gf. One night his sexual frustration got to him so he asked his manager/staff to hire an escort to release his sexual frustrations. ofc theres cheating in this and I trust your skills on how you handle this. thanksssss! love your works btw!!!

CANCIÓN ANIMAL ✦ P.JS

pairing rockstar!jay x afab!reader

genre smut. one shot. soloist!au.

warnings CHEATING. mean!jay (only with his gf lolololol), jake as manager, masturbating, pet names (good boy, baby boy, ), striptease, handjob, oral (f. receiving), cowgirl, protected sex (take this as a recomendation)

a/n OK MY FIRST REQ EVER, thank u so so so so fucking much for trusting me and giving me an idea w this req anon, hope u like it bae ❤️ btw so sorry for take so long with this, but there u go

wc idk i spent like 15 minutes reading it lmao

London, United Kingdom. March 8th, 2023.

baby💙: i miss u so much daddy);

baby💙: wish u were here helping me

baby💙: [photo]

He had come down from the stage no more than ten minutes ago, and his girlfriend hadn't wasted a second taking advantage of the fact that her boyfriend had finished his concert to send him a message. Jay was in difficult days, in which among the symptoms he had was completely ignoring his girlfriend, who lately didn’t stop teasing him for no reason.

Jay recognized that he was pussyblocking himself, his cabal of jerking him off after all his concerts was not enough because it didn’t satisfy him at all, as a consequence of sinning of thought. The first few days he was hot, his dick soon rising as soon as he opened the photo. Now, it was boring, it was common, the excitement had been lost, he needed his girlfriend here holding his cock in her hands but he knew it wasn't going to be possible because she was on the other side of the continent.

Jay grabbed his phone and logged into the messaging app, completely ignoring his girlfriend's text messages, contacting his manager.

jay: hey dude

jay: do u think u could get me some slut rn?

His manager knew his current situation as he was not only part of his staff, but also a good friend, who accompanied him on his world tour. It didn't take long for his message to be read, but Jake didn't reply to it.

He tossed his phone onto the couch in the dressing room, starting to get rid of his T-shirt, which by the way, was all sweaty from the rubbing of his skin against the electric guitar. A knock on the door abounded the silence of that great dressing room, "Come in." Jay shouted, knowing that the one waiting outside was Jake.

Jake opened the door while holding his phone, mentally repeating the text message Jay had sent. "What do you mean by 'could you get me some slut'?" the Australian's gaze never wandered to his friend. "You're a womanizer, I assumed you'd have contacts."

"I don't mean that man, what about your girlfriend?" He wasn't in a moment to start reflecting on his actions, he was thinking with his cock, not with his head. "I don't care about her now, i need to get my dick wet." Jay took off his belt, everything he was taking off was left on the big red couch where he was thinking about what he was going to do with his heat. Jake looked at him disappointed, but he couldn't refuse a request knowing that Jay, as a friend, was the most precious thing he could have. "I'll get one for you," he said quietly. "I just want to give you some advice from a friend... I don't want you to do something you'll regret later."

Jay tried not to think about Jake's last words before he felt guilty, so he just looked at him and nodded his head. "Gonna take a shower." Jake left the dressing room and Jay was left completely alone again.

His pants fell along with his boxers on the bathroom floor, which was beginning to fill with steam from the boiling water gushing out of the shower. Jay dove inside, throwing his head back and enjoying the water crashing down on him. First, he picked up the soap and began rubbing it into parts of his body, removing the smell and sweat that had get him for the past two hours.

Unconsciously, Jay began to scrub his lower part, still seeing the ceiling through the steam as he slowly frequented the movement. His hand went up and down slowly, the soap simulating lubricant. Every second that passed was an excuse to increase the speed.

His breathing was agitated, he didn't let out a sigh, he could still breathe properly. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, he began to fantasize that it was someone else's hand, something that made him get aroused and the limb that was in his legs rose even higher and higher. That's how he couldn't take it anymore and grabbed it completely, pulled it gently. He let out his first breath, and his legs faltered even more as he quickened.

As soon as his arousal begins to emanate, he increases his movements, letting out a prolonged moan from his nervous lips, arching his back slightly from how quickly he was stimulating. The stimulation was pushing him to the brink of insanity. A serie of masculine gasps and moans comes out of his mouth as he falls deeper into his own needs. As much as he wanted to use his girlfriend's hands for his own pleasure, to feel her warm and soft skin, to be completely seduced by the perfume he bought for her, he knew he couldn't for now.

His gasps choke in their airways as the moans struggle to get out, leaving a light layer of sticky sweat that is washed away by the water droplets falling from the shower.

A particularly loud moan escapes from his parted lips, while his thumb thoughtlessly circled his glans, which was on the verge of exploding. Soon, he began to contort as his orgasm grew larger and larger. Both hands tense, pressing against his hard cock that was about to expel it all. Just as he peaked once more, he lets out a long, lingering moan, unable to keep his eyes open during your overwhelming trembling.

"Fuck." he finally exclaimed. The drops of cum he had expelled were being carried away by the water. His girlfriend hadn't been the one he'd imagined during that self-love section, so much frustration was he dealing with that he wasn't even looking for a reason to do it.

But Jay may worry about complications later on. For now, this is what I needed after a long day.

The same towel he used to dry his body, he wrapped around his waist so he had something to cover himself with, a few unruly drops falling from his wet hair. His cell phone vibrated again, showing another message from his girlfriend.

babe💙: are u there? 😕

He doesn't know how he did it but he inadvertently opened the chat, being forced to have to answer her. He had seen that the previous messages had been deleted, including the photo. He bit his lip at his clumsiness, "Shit, shit, shit."

jay: sorry baby girl, i was taking a shower

And he was, he wasn’t lying at all.

Someone knocked on the door at the same time that Jay's phone turned back on showing another message, which he clearly ignored again, not even having paid attention to what it said. He adjusted his towel to his hips and went straight to open the dressing room door, only to be met by a totally unknown female figure.

"Jay, am I right?" your voice was soft but at the same time you sounded confident, that was Jay's first impression. In mere seconds he managed to make a complete scan of you. Quite tall for the average woman's height, your hair was kinda long, you had rather deep eyes and very kissable lips. You did the same, but instead of looking at his face, you looked at his toned body, which was only covered by a simple towel that left a lot to be desired, as it didn't even cover enough to cover Jay's bulge. He trusted Jake completely, and he brought paradise to his dressing room.

"Don't you know who I am?" Jay was one of the most famous guitarists in his region, being one of the few to do a world tour. He was surprised to see that the woman in front of him made a confused gesture. "I know you're a celebrity, but I have no idea what you're doing."

Ouch. His ego disappeared in just a few words.

"Wanna come in?" took him a while to find the words so he wouldn't remain silent, being consumed by his own pride. You held your stuff while appreciating the dressing room this guy had. For a rockstar you don't know, he really had a life of luxury, and you could tell by the sheer space the whole place took up.

On the other hand, you were born in a family that was economically deprived, trying to help your family since you were a child, either selling candys, gummys, with your collaboration you tried to bring some income to your home. You didn't do any schooling when you finished high school, you just kept looking for a job. You learned about the sexual world after adulthood, having access to comprehensive sex education in your twenties. Even though you worked from this, you didn't mess with just anyone, you were very picky with the men who asked for your service, however, none of the men you slept with offered you even a similar amount of what Jay's manager had offered you, what you thought you could live with for about six months.

Jay's hands slipped onto your waist, automatically snatching you out of your thoughts. Jay's lips were very close to your ear, just enough to make you shudder. Since he was very close to you, you looked at him out of the corner of your eye and had a chance to appreciate him better. He was a pretty attractive guy. Slanted eyes, well-marked jaw, pompous lips, he had deep eyes just like you, both feeling how you guys intimidated the other but were proud enough to give up and lower your gaze. His mischievous hands that roamed your body didn't even try to hide his intentions.

You let out a chuckle. "Are you already horny, boy?" you began, removing your coat, dropping it onto the expensive tiles on the floor. The London winters were harsh, so you had to go to your meetings with plenty of clothes on so you wouldn't freeze and end up like an ice cube. Jay's body, which was still pressing behind you, began to push you away, guiding you towards the couch he was sitting on before. "I was horny since before you came here."

While you gave him permission to put his hands on your body, you continued to be fascinated by the spaces of that place. "We're going to have a good time in such a place." You felt his soft lips on your jaw and as his right hand fought against the fabrics that still covered your body, so you decided to give him a hand.

You threw him on the couch in front of you, giving him the freedom to watch you undress while he just enjoyed himself. Your sweater was the second piece of clothing that hit the ground, after your coat. All you were left with was a white tank top and low rise jeans. Through your top you could see the lingerie you were wearing, and Jay didn't hesitate for two seconds to unveil its color. "Burgundy red." His comment encouraged you to take off your shirt, giving him a clearer view of what that bra looked like on you. The fabric was very visible to your boobs, who didn't even stay relieved for a while, your nipples hardened by the cool breeze in the air. "It match perfectly with you."

Men were disgusting to you, they were disrespectful, the disgust you felt when they touched you was an inexplicable feeling, but you needed the money, and that was all you cared about. A compliment like the one Jay told you could make you stop feeling like an object just for a few minutes. You were wishing that your face would remain neutral to the comment he made, but you swore that you were smiling and that at any moment your face could end up the same color as your lingerie set.

If you were wondering what happened to your jeans? Don't worry, Jay already got rid of it.

As you sat on his lap he met your face, he couldn't resist merging his lips with yours. He was soft, he was calm, but you could feel his sexual desperation in the way his lips moved up to yours. You had forgotten the fact that he was half-naked underneath you, the towel just being an impediment to see him as god brought him into the world.

"You can't hide it anymore." talking about his noticeable erection, which you purposely started putting pressure on him. He was whining underneath you, complaining about what you were doing. He needed so much pleasure that he felt pain for how he teased him. "What do you need, baby boy?"

"Make me feel good." His voice trembled. "Where are your manners?" Jay sighed. "Can you make me feel good, pretty please?" Those were the words you needed to start taking action.

You got off his lap and got down on your knees. You took out the towel that covered him and you appreciated it, seeing a few drops of precum glistening on the tip. You spat out the palm of your hand to lubricate it and grabbed it to start choking it. Jay threw his head back in the sensation, biting his lips as he felt your thumb touch him tip. Seeing his jaw you could see that he still had a few drops of water falling out.

It was weird to see a man like him without sexual attention, but it made your mouth water just thinking about what he would look like underneath you.

Your hand continued to work on his hard dick, up and down, making touch with the veins that throbbed on your palm. Your other hand grabbed his balls and squeezed them gently. Jay let a faint moan come from his lips, while his cheeks turned pink from the heat rising to his face.

"Keep doin-fuck." he groaned. Your hand lubricated itself with the liquids that Jay was releaseing, your saliva no longer being necessary. Jay's hips were swaying up and down wanting to be fucked by your hand, but you stopped him. "Stay still," you demanded. He listened to you, but whispered nonsense as you increased the speed of your movements.

He started squirming on the couch so you sensed he was about to cum.

Your hands were covered by his seed, although there were also debris on his abdomen. You stood up from the floor and sat down next to him, watching your hand being covered by his liquids. "Wanna taste yourself?" your hands moved to Jay's lips, who was still catching his breath after the wonders you did with your hand. He looked high, his eyes were almost closed, and his head kept spinning. This is what you caused him.

Jay's lips made an effort to reach your hand, however you made it easy for him to do his job and it was you who came closer. Two of your fingers went into his oral cavity, being squeezed and drooled by Jay. The sensation was much like how your fingers felt inside you. "Good boy."

"Can I taste you now?" was his sudden question, which is why you were slow to answer or even react. "What?" "I don't want you to leave without having a good time." You stared at him for a while. Would a man really care about your own pleasure? "If you want, I can pay you more. Twenty thousand? Thirty thousand?"

"No, no, please. That's a lot." You really felt lucky to have ended up in a place like this, but what he was offering you way too much for you and what you used to receive. "You fucking deserve it." the words came out of his mouth so easily. "C'mon, for fifty thousand, let me suck you off." It was to be expected that every time you rejected the numbers went up, so you just accepted, nodding your head.

He laid his body on the couch, then looked at you, who were still thinking about whether to do this or not. Clearly your subconscious knew the answer because it seemed like Jay might be an expert on sex, but the moment you thought about money… Well, you don’t mind anymore, not when you were on top of Jay's mouth, knocking him out of air beneath you.

It should be noted that Jay had a very low body temperature, making that when the tip of his nose rubs against your clitoris you feel chills running down your spine. One of your hands was holding his wet hair and the other was scratching the fabric of the couch, holding the pleasure tightly. Unconsciously, your hips were swaying over Jay's mouth, which was growling, generating vibrations on your sensitive vulva.

His tongue worked so well underneath you, you could tell that he had done this several times to make you so fucking good. Your grip caused his hair to slip from the force you were making, plus your knuckles were white. Your moans came out of your mouth and went straight to your clit, which was getting harder and harder, and Jay's tongue just didn't help at all to contain your quick orgasm.

"Fuck yeah." you made jerky sounds, that even if you didn't see it, Jay's cock was very receptive, taking those sounds as an invitation to get hard again, and this time needing to be inside you. His nose had taken on warmth, the cold you felt was replaced by the pressure in your core. One, two, three more moves, and you had Jay underneath you being totally covered by your juices.

When you saw him, you smiled at how his face shone under the lights. He did the same, showing off his sharp jaw and perfect teeth. This man was sexy as fuck.

You turned your head to see his dick again, which was erect again, crying out to be choked by your gummy walls. Without exchanging a word with Jay, your silence made him understand absolutely everything. He sat back down, you again positioned yourself on top of his lap, causing your private parts to rub against each other. Your folds hugged him perfectly as your lips danced on Jay's, exchanging saliva and raising the temperature in both bodies.

With your hand running around Jay's neck, you maneuvered to pull a condom out of your jeans pocket. Still kissing him, you opened it with your hands praying that it wouldn't break, and little by little you went it down his torso, giving light squeezes causing Jay to startle.

You lined up your entrance with his tip and slowly lowered yourself on it, being able to torment him, as only half his length was inside you. You lied if you said you weren't enjoying watching him suffer, but on the other hand you were also desperate because you needed this too. "Don't tease." his words were firm, like giving you a command.

The splashes coming from your entrance abounded throughout the room as you buried his huge dick in your tight little pussy. Jay rested both arms on the back of the couch, leaving all the work up to you. You started jumping up and down on it. You had him panting for a long time, to hear more clearly you stuck to him, bringing your torso closer, leaving your ear very close to his mouth, which did not shut up for a second. The noises Jay made were the turbo you needed to keep bouncing on him.

You'd let it go and put it back in, that's the rhythm you'd taken. You usually didn't moan in your meetings, you just did dirty talk, but the place and with the man you were… It’s like you needed to letting him know how good he made you feel. "You're so big- fuck." One of Jay's hands met your ass by surprise, causing you to moan louder than the ones you were emitting. The help he gave you helped your jumps go more smoothly.

Your hair was captured, pulling back your head to expose your neck, which Jay began to mark impatiently to feel you again. Between the thrusts you felt beneath you and his tongue raging on the sensitive skin of your neck, your g-spot tightened from the heat and how his tip collided with it.

You moved your hips looking to finally fill yourself completely with his cum. The sweat, the pornographic sounds, your skins clashing while sticky from the scene you were both starring in.

"Jay..." your moan sounded so sexy coming out from your lips that Jay let go of your neck with a growl. "Tell me, baby girl." "I'm cuming." A smirk drew over his face as he heard you say that. "I'm gonna cum so hard."

The way you jumped on Jay were driving him crazy. Even though you were separated by a condom, he could feel your wetness by how you squeezed him. So deliciously, it nearly kill him.

You felt the condom fill with his fluids, at the same time your crotch was shaking being covered by your juices. You tried to get his dick out of you, but the condom stayed inside you, dangling with Jay's liquids dripping out. You laughed and pulled it out, throwing it on the floor of the room.

“Guess this pussy needs more from me," he said, referring to how the condom got stuck inside you. You laughed again, getting off his lap and pulling yourself next to him, right next to where his phone was. "Sixty thousand for a second round."

"Stop offering mon-" Your voice was interrupted by the vibration of his cell phone. You looked back, intending to hand him the phone, and when you saw the name of the contact who was calling him, you couldn't help but be shocked. "I hope 'Baby' never finds out about this." You handed him your phone with a smirk. "None of your business."

Tonight was hot, it was different, it was pleasurable, but it was something you couldn't brag about.

This is between Jay, God and you.

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igotanidea · 2 months

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Spoiled: Dick Grayson x reader

Summary: Women's day with Dick.

Warning: a little innuendo at the end, but no worries, minors allowed ;)

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After knowing each other for a few years they became a couple in June, hence 8th March of a current year was their first International Women’s Day together.

Well- to say the whole truth – it was her first IWD with him, but the point stood.

And Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-way when it came to his girlfriend(s).

Since he might have fucked up Valentines’ day (in his defense he wasn’t entirely sure of how she felt about it since there was never even a hint on her part that she wanted to celebrate it and their relationship was still kind of fresh) it was obvious he had to make up for it, by giving her the best 8th March celebration ever.

“Morning sweetheart.”

At this point she should have been used to him visiting her apartment in the most abnormal morning hours, coming back from his Nightwinging-shit. Regardless, being torn from the sleep by his blue and black silhouette and domino mask, sometimes with the widest, charming, boyish grin and some other with blood and injuries all over was something she couldn’t move past.

“mmhmh….” She muttered rolling on her side in the bed to check the hour. 5 am. 5 am at fucking Friday. “are you hurt….?” Poor girl couldn’t even find any strength to bash him.

“no, not exactly—”

“then I’m sure it can wait for two or three hours? Come on, Grayson. I start my shift at 9 today, let me have some more rest….”

“But—” Dick frowned taking off his mask and studying her silhouette curled under the cover, one leg still in the dreamland. Did she really forget what day was it today?

“Mh. Just shut up and come here….” She mumbled again lifting the hem of the blanket, silently inviting him in and it actually did lift his spirits.

As quick as possible he stripped of his suit and slid into the bed next to her, immediately wrapping arms around her waist pulling her close. Unsure whether it was him looking for comfort and assurance he would always have someone to come home to, or rather him giving her love and warmth and safety – a must have for a woman.

“Y/n….” he whispered in her ear, running fingers up and down her back soothingly, creating the atmosphere of intimacy and love.

“The hell you want?” she snuggled closer

“Best wishes…”

“What…?” she raised her head, searching his eyes, all the sleepiness leaving her at once “you sure you’re not injured? Like – your head for example? My b-day are in September, our anniversary is in June, I didn’t win a lottery, there’s no occasion today so what are you talking about?”

“Y/N! baby!” Dick laughed pecking the top of her nose playfully “come on, think for a moment!”

“It’s 5 a.m. are you seriously asking me to freaking think?”

“What kind of special day do we have in March?”

“World Self-harm Awareness Day?”

“What?” he laughed whole-heartedly “that’s really the first thing that came to your pretty little head?”

“Jerk.”

“Come on baby… Flowers, chocolates, fancy dates…”

“Are you trying to remind me you fucked up Valentines’ Day?”

“It was not me! It was Nightwing’s fault.”

“Oh yeah, right. Blame your alter ego and you’re on a highway to split personality. Seriously what-“ she lift herself, a bit annoyed at his games now and her eyes landed on the calendar on the wall, noticing the date marked in a red circle and an exclamation mark. “Oh….”

“You there now?” Dick smirked

“I hate you Grayson-“ she muttered leaning forward to kiss him softly

“Just wait till you see what I planned for the day.”

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Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-assed.

Wait? Did I already say that? Too bad.

Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-assed.

Such a shame that the festive day was taking place on Friday, cause otherwise he would lock her inside the apartment keeping her all to himself and spoiling her on the entire day.

But it was obvious from the get go that she was not going to skip a work day and there was no way to stop her (power girl simply liking her work, it was not a crime).

On the bright side – it was the perfect opportunity to extend the celebration on a whole weekend.

Starting from having the perfect evening.

Y/N could only do as little as step inside the apartment, after work, exhausted after all week with her brain becoming a jello, legs giving up, when she was snatched by a pair of strong arms and held close to a broad warm chest. And the contented sigh that escaped her lips was definitely not a sign of complaint.

"Missed you my beautiful woman."

"I can tell." she chuckled in response, glad to be back home to him.

"Now come on, pick up your prettiest dress and we're going out.'

"We're what?" that was unexpected "and what do you mean prettiest dress? I don’t have any dresses-"

"Good thing your boyfriend thought of that too-" Dick grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom where the most elegant and a bit revealing (but still chic) piece of clothing was spread on the bed.

"Grayson...." no matter how much she tried to deny her own instincts there was no way to stop herself from running fingers over the soft silky fabric and delighting in its sensation on her skin. She could only imagine how it would feel having that masterpiece hugging her body.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it?" she turned to face him, her eyes showing all the adoration of the gift. "But - I can't accept it. I mean - I'm sure it was--"

"Don't you dare saying it."

"But-"

"I bought it for you, you hear me? Because you deserve it, because I love you, because you're my woman and I’m your man." he grabbed her by the waist spinning her around and pulling to him. The fact that he was towering over her, holding her so firmly and giving her that man-like look silenced all her words of opposition. “Accept it, okay? Accept the fact that there’s me in your life now.”

“Right. The great, famous, handsome Dick Grayson the Wayne prodigy”

“Did you say handsome?” he smirked causing her to roll her eyes “seriously Y/N, I’m in your life. To stay. So the sooner you get used to unexpected gifts and surprises and being treated like a woman the better.”

“You still fucked up Valentine’s day.”

“You’ll be reminding me of that till the rest of my life, won’t you?”

“Of course.” She ginned playfully leaning to kiss him “I’m a woman. We collect such thing to use them as a potential argument in a quarrel.” She winked and this time it was him who rolled his eyes at her antics before silencing her with a proper make out session.

***

Clearly the dress was not enough for him.

Clearly taking a private Wayne jet and flying to NY was not enough for him.

He had to make a reservation at the most exquisite restaurant in the country. With the table in the secluded part of the spot, on the balcony with the perfect view on the night skyline, illuminated by the millions of little bright flickering lights.

And despite all that wonders all over them his eyes were focused solely on her.

From the way she looked in that dress (smoking hot, cause he knew what he was choosing after all), through the way her eyes were shining, hair flowing and cheeks flushing all the way to the fact that she finally allowed herself to relax and not overthinking all the stuff about expenses or being demanding.

Dream come true.

Living a fantasy when he grabbed her hand over the table and planted a soft kiss on her knuckles looking deep into her eyes.

Getting lost in their own private paradise when after the dinner they were just standing next to the railing, enjoying the peace and calmness, his arms around her waist, her back to his chest, not caring about problems, stuff to do or other people.

It was not often they could indulge and Dick was not going to miss the opportunity of being free for one night, able to plant little soft kisses on her neck, whispering soft words of love and feeling her body so close to him, while the a sign on the hotel room door clearly announced that guests requested privacy.

The silkiness of the sheets paled in comparison to the softness and delicacy of her skin and lips.

And the silence that was punctuated by her soft sighs and breathy words couldn't have been more perfect.

His woman.

Her man.

World could wait.

After all what could it do in a clash with a blooming love?

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mattsbella · 1 month

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summary : matt treats his girlfriend for womens day.

pairing : sweet princess! matt x f!reader

warnings : kissing? fluffly cutesy pie, short

i was originally from europe, meaning we celebrated womans day / 8th of march.

but matt did not find out about this till last week, and i got super surprised when i found out what he did today.

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8th of march 2024

it was womens day, and i was just chilling (rotting) on my bed since it was still 10am, i noticed matt wasnt in the bed, and figured he just had an early meeting since he left me a note saying bye.

i decide to get up and i put on my slippers and a hoodie since it was pretty cold, and i started to walk down the hallway, when i hear sizzling and i see from the corner of my eye a massive bouqet of pink and whiye roses with a pandora box.

i walk over to see more and i see matt making raspberry pancakes, my favorite

“matt, what is all this?” she says softly, kinds startling him.

“hi angel! goodmornin’ and happy womens day” he says while walking over to me and wrapper his hands around my waist and giving me a sweet peck on my lips.

i giggle and pull away “whats all this for?” i say while walking up to the table and pick up the flowers.

“womens day… duh..?” he says in an obvious tone, which i smile at.

“i love you so much, how did i get so lucky?” she says grabbing the pandora box and opening it, and see pink heart earrings ive been drooling over.

i squeal and say “matt! what the fuck! these are expensive! thank you oh my gosh!” i say while walking over to him and covering his face with kisses and hug him tightly

“youre welcome angel” he says while hugging me back and giggling

“matt i need to repa—“ i say before i get interrupted by his lips on mine

“do not say those words infront of me, got it?” he says while pushing some of the hairs on my face.

i put my lips into a thin line and listen. “but seriously matt thank you.” she says

“nope dont say that, you deserve this everyday.” he says smirking

“i love you, ya idiot” she says while kissing him again.

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for the rest of the day, matt would not let me touch anything, he put my shoes on, opened every door, held bags, held my purse when needed, held my hand, and at home exchanged languid kisses 🎀

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a/n : first post, kinda nervous 😩😩

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welldonebeca · 5 months

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the devil in the marble - masterlist

Summary: First love is always a little foolish; you look at the person by your side and plan a life with them with the ease a child has at imagining a fairytale. It’s feverish and impatient, with new experiences and new feelings, and a comfort one has never felt before. After being asked to pose for a statue months before the 74th Hunger Games, Cato falls in love with its beautiful and odd sculptor. Pairing: Female!Reader x Cato (District 2's Male Tribute) Warnings: Fluff, falling in love, canon compliant, pre-74th Hunger Games, District 2. Tension. Hurt/Comfort.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 Chapter 9 on Patreon (3rd of March 2024 on Tumblr/Ao3) Chapter 10 on Patreon (10th of March 2024 on Tumblr/Ao3) Chapter 11 on Patreon (16th of March 2024 on Tumblr/Ao3) Chapter 12 on Patreon (23rd of March 2024 on Tumblr/Ao3) Chapter 13 on Patreon (30th of March 2024 on Tumblr/Ao3) Chapter 14 on Patreon (6th of April 2024 on Tumblr/Ao3) Chapter 15 on Patreon (13th of April 2024 on Tumblr/Ao3) Chapter 16 on Patreon (20th of April 2024 on Tumblr/Ao3) Chapter 17 on Patreon (27th of April 2024 on Tumblr/Ao3) Chapter 18 on Patreon (4th of May 2024 on Tumblr/Ao3) Chapter 19 on Patreon (11th of May 2024 on Tumblr/Ao3) Chapter 20 on Patreon (18th of May 2024 on Tumblr/Ao3) Chapter 21 on Patreon (25th of May 2024 on Tumblr/Ao3) Chapter 22 on Patreon (1st of June 2024 on Tumblr/Ao3) Chapter 23 on Patreon (8th of June 2024 on Tumblr/Ao3)

Chapter 28 /Chapter 29 / Chapter 30 / Chapter 31 / Chapter 32 / Chapter 33 / Chapter 34 / Chapter 35 (on Patreon)

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 2 months

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Series introduction

quinn hughes x royal!reader

warnings: mention of domestic abuse and sa (not happening to someone, im mentioning charities)

The timeline of this au is off slightly off, Charles and Diana got divorced in feb/march of 1997 and then Diana passed away a few months later (😭) in august 1997

Y/n was born in 1996

Y/n's full name is Diana Y/n Margaret Elizabeth (if one of those is actually your name just replace with Anne)

Her title is Her Royal Highness Princess of Cambridge

8th in line for the throne

She never got close to Diana, and she has a true hatred for paparazzi, seeing them as the cause of her mother's death

She's never been close to Charles either, Charles (like with Harry) had a resentment for Y/n, thinking she would be a reason for him to have to stay with Diana and/or she wasn't his

She is close to her brothers even if they were a lot older

She would always follow William and Kate around when they went out together, which William hated but Kate loved

Also! Her brothers call her 'Ana' short for 'Diana' and to this day they are the only ones she will let call her that.

And nobody is ever to call her Diana.

Other than them, she's the closest to her Auntie Anne, as well as her cousins Beatrice and Eugenie acting more as older sister's to her

Y/n has always loved Kate thinking she was the best girl for her brother, but when Harry met Meghan-

She had known Kate since she was 6, they were sisters. But her and Meghan were best friends.

She does a lot of charity work, mostly for people surviving domestic abuse and sa, and people recovering from addictions

~taglist~

@inejghafawifesblog

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x royal!reader #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes x fem reader #quinn hughes x fem!reader #quinn hughes x female reader #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes x y/n #british royal family #royal!reader #princess!reader

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sturnsky · 2 months

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Tulips

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

a/n: this is my first time writing a one shot so!! english is not my first language so if there’s grammar mistakes u know why :) in my country we celebrate women’s day by men giving women flowers, the most popular to give is tulips so i wrote one shot about it!! happy women’s day to all of us ladies <3

warnings: very short! kissing & fluffy fluff!

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Since you’re not originally from usa, matt was always interested in your culture, the holidays and days you celebrate. He knew you took all the special days by heart and he loved to celebrate every holiday with you.

So when matt found out that march 8th is national women’s day he was already hyped for it. He did his research: what kind of flowers are the most popular on this holiday and turns out it’s tulips. The man went all around to find the nicest, prettiest ones.

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You suddenly hear a knock on your front door, you go to open it thinking nothing much of it.

“Hey!” Matt says hiding something behind his back and has the biggest, sweetest smile on his face.

“Hi..whachu got there?” you ask trying to see what he’s hiding.

He slowly pulls out a pretty bouquet of tulips and hands them to you.

“Happy women’s day baby” his smile is still big as ever when he comes in for a kiss and a big hug.

“oh thank youuu, you remembered?” you say with spark in your eyes and a bright smile on your face while you hold the tulips in one of your arms.

“how could i forget my favourite woman on her day?” he asks in a teasing tone before leaning down to you and giving you a kiss while putting his hands on your waist.

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#matt sturniolo #fluff #matt sturniolo fics #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #womens day #tulips #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo

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andypantsx3 · 1 year

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Deceiving the Duke | 8 | Todoroki Shouto

pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Female Reader

length: 2.9k of 30k words | 8th of 9 chapters

summary: When Camie Utsushimi elopes on the eve of her society debut, scandal threatens to destroy the family’s prospects. It’s up to you, a maid, to impersonate Camie throughout the Season, long enough that her elder sister can make a match. The only trouble? Lord Shouto Todoroki is also intent on making a match—and that match, quite impossibly, appears to involve you.

tags/warnings: romance, regency au, class differences, hidden identity/identity porn, aged up characters, eventual smut

The Utsushimis were quiet the entire carriage ride home.

It wasn’t until you were through the doorway of their townhome that Mrs. Utsushimi seemed to snap, grabbing your hair and marching you up the stairs towards your attic bedroom.

“What were you thinking, you wretched girl!” she cried, her voice shrill in your ear.

You couldn’t bring yourself to fight her off, knowing as she did that you had just ruined the family once and for all.

“I permitted this acquaintance with Lord Todoroki long enough, thinking you might turn his attentions to Caroline!” she shouted. “And this is what you’ve been doing instead? This is your contribution to preventing scandal?”

“Mama–” Caroline’s voice interrupted. You could just barely hear the worried pad of her slippers over Mrs. Utsushimi’s angry stomps.

“To your room, Caroline, I will speak with you later!” Mrs. Utsushimi said as the pair of you turned the corner to your tiny room.

She shoved you forward, and you stumbled, catching yourself over the bed frame.

“Mrs. Utsushimi, I’ll think of some way to fix it–” you said, but Mrs. Utsushimi shouted over you.

“Pack your things, you little harlot! You have until morning to disappear. You will not be receiving any of your wages, and if you dare seek employment with Camie, so help me I will end you myself!” she bellowed.

She grabbed the door handle and slammed it closed with a strength you’d never known she possessed–rattling the wall and sending a puff of dust into the air from the rafters. You heard her stomp back down the stairs, and heard another door slam on the floor below. And then it was quiet—deafeningly quiet.

A sudden sob welled up in your throat, surprising you with its force. You sank onto your bed helplessly, breath coming in short little hiccups.

What had you done?

How could you have forgotten yourself so foolishly? How could you have lost sight of your objective, this close to the finish line?

It wasn’t enough that you’d had a duty to the family, either. And a duty to your parents, to send back money. But you’d also had a duty to Shouto–Lord Shouto, that was–god, how could you have ever addressed him as Shouto?–to uphold your respective positions in society.

And yet you’d let him go right to your head, like the bubbly fizz of champagne. He was so kind and good and utterly beautiful, inside and out. You’d been overwhelmed by him–but that was no excuse.

He was too honorable. And he would suffer for it. You’d trapped him in matrimony to a woman who was already married.

And he had to be made aware, so he could call off the wedding.

You could disappear–let him find out weeks from now, when the news of the real Camie’s elopement was sure to break, save yourself the face in the process. It might be the only way that Caroline could still have her wedding to Mr. Awase, if he wasn’t too scandalized by the idea of a runaway sister.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to let it happen that way.

You had betrayed Lord Shouto–and you needed to be the one to close this ridiculous sham out.

You would tell him.

You spent the next few minutes packing your things into your small valise, the one you’d come to the Utsushimi’s doorstep with all those years ago as a wide-eyed teenager. You shed Camie’s fine gown and Caroline’s pretty paste jewels, her silk flower she’d lent you. You folded them all and put them on the bedside and changed into the dress of your station, feeling the loss a little too keenly.

It was disappointing, how much you’d come to like living as a gentlewoman, when you’d known all along you could never have that.

You took Lord Shouto’s calling cards out from under your mattress, where you’d squirreled them away like the lovelorn little rat you were–and noted his address. It was still an early hour, far too early to see him–but this was urgent, and it would take you some hours to cross the city on foot, to the fashionable part where the Todoroki family kept a series of townhomes.

You crept down the stairs quietly, and let yourself out into the night, and began the long trek to Lord Shouto’s.

The early-morning air was cool and damp, and it helped you clear your head. As you walked, you rehearsed all of the things you wanted to say to him, determinedly pushing down the sick feeling that rose like bile in your throat.

The sun was just barely rising, a deep red tinge at the edge of the sky, when you found the placard indicating Lord Shouto’s address.

There was a light at one of the windows on the second floor, the flickering glow of a candle. You wondered if it was Lord Shouto’s room–if he would be awake at this hour, still, unable to stomach the thought of the marriage trap you’d sprung on him.

Well, you would soon put him out of his misery.

With your heart hammering in your mouth, you knocked on the door.

For a long while there was silence, and then a manservant opened the door, looking down at you with a dour expression.

“Yes?” he asked.

“I’m here to see Lord Shouto,” you said.

The manservant looked over your shoulder and squinted, as if a proper chaperone might manifest behind you–but then his eyes seemed to catch on your dress. Not a proper gentlewoman–just a woman.

“What business have you with His Grace at this early hour?” he asked suspiciously.

You opened your mouth, wondering how exactly you might explain it, when a familiar head of red and white hair poked over the man’s shoulder.

“Lord Shouto!” you said, equal parts relieved and horrified to see him.

He looked rumpled, but still wore those dark shirtsleeves and waistcoat, as if he had not yet gone to bed. Those mismatched eyes found yours, and a curious expression came over his handsome face.

“Tell me you did not walk here on your own?” he said, something strangely hard in his voice.

You wondered how angry he must be with you, for it to show in his voice.

“I did. But please, Your Grace. I have some things you need to hear, it should only be a moment,” you said.

Lord Shouto gestured the manservant aside, and offered you his hand, helping you up the last step though you did not need it. You accepted, wondering if this was to be the last time you would get to touch him.

“My study should be best,” he said, and led you down a long, winding hall, to a room at the back of the house where a candle was still glowing on a desk. It was large, and would have been intimidating were it not filled with squashy, comfortable looking furniture and stuffed with all manner of books. There were tens of shelves of them, and even more were piled up around the room in teetering towers.

Lord Shouto’s desk was absolutely carpeted in papers, and your hands itched to tidy them.

Once you were inside, Lord Shouto closed the door behind you. You took a deep, steadying breath–and then–

“You should not have come alone. The streets are dangerous at night,” he said.

You turned, to look into his face. “My lord, I treasure your concern. However, you’ll want to hear–”

“The Utsushimis let you come alone?” he repeated, looking as though he couldn’t stomach the thought. His care warmed something inside you, but you knew you could not let him persist in his delusion that you were a gentlewoman. There was nothing wrong with a servant walking the streets alone.

You gathered yourself up.

“I am not Camie Utsushimi,” you said.

Lord Shouto’s eyes darted up to yours, and he paused. His brow raised slowly, but his expression did not change otherwise. The flickering light of the candle cast fluttering shadows over his face, dancing in the hollows of his cheeks, smudging under the dark line of his thick lashes.

He did not offer a reply, and you stood in an awkward silence, until you realized he meant for you to explain further.

“I–my lord, I never meant…I did not think…” you fumbled, until your eyes flashed up to his face again, handsome and solemn. And you realized he deserved the truth, not your excuses.

“No, regardless of what I meant or why I did it,” you tried again. “I have deceived you. I am not Camie Utsushimi. I am not even a gentlewoman. I am called Y/N, and I was a servant in the Utsushimis’ home until this morning.”

Lord Shouto watched you still, saying nothing, and so you continued.

“Camie Utsushimi eloped days before the opening of the season, to Lord Inasa Yoarashi. They are honeymooning now, but she will return to Musutafu soon enough, and our plot will be revealed. I wanted…” you cast your eyes down, unable to look at his face. “I wanted you to find out from me. I wanted to give you the opportunity to announce you are calling off the marriage, before you are caught up in the scandal too.”

You drew in a shivering breath. “I am sorry.”

For a long moment, Lord Shouto said nothing. You could not imagine what he was thinking, how he might even begin to respond to something like this.

After several minutes of silence, he finally moved. There was the soft tread of his boots across the floor. You stayed frozen, unable to anticipate what he was doing. His index finger curled gently under your chin, tipping your face up to his.

“You think I did not know,” he said.

Your mouth opened in shock.

He–what? He knew?

“You–? How could you know?” you asked, when you were finally able to gather the trappings of language back to you. “My lord, what do you mean–?”

“The way you behaved, from our first meeting,” Lord Shouto said in his deep tone. “I suspected you were either a very uneducated debutante–quite at odds with Miss Caroline–or a pretender. And then, when I called on you–you answered the door as a servant would. The Utsushimis’ sitting room was barren of any portrait of you, but had plenty of Caroline and another girl who looks just like her–who I am assuming must be the real Camie.”

Fuck! So he had seen something then!

His fingers burned on your skin, and you were all too aware of his touch when you swallowed nervously. Horror and embarrassment burned hot across your skin, igniting your cheeks.

“My lord, I can only apologize and promise that you will never have to see me again,” you said, fighting down the sudden hot sting of tears behind your eyelids. “You were kinder to me than I deserved, and I–-if I had known how good you were, I should have never done it.”

“And if I want to see you again?” Lord Shouto asked carefully.

You glanced up at him, cringing when a tear escaped you in your surprise. “Lord Shouto, please. Do not continue to be kinder to me than I deserve. I will not ever be able to work again in Musutafu, besides.”

Lord Shouto’s thumb came up, and brushed your tear away. You froze, a cocktail of confused emotion burbling up inside you.

“Tell me why you did it,” Lord Shouto said softly. You stared up into those mismatched eyes, watched his long, shadowy lashes fall over his perfect cheekbones when he blinked.

You did not want to say it. But…

“For money, my lord,” you said, hating the way honesty tasted in your mouth. “I send a stipend back to my family. The Utsushimis promised steady wages and a bonus, and future employment with Camie and Lord Inasa when we were discovered. I would have money for my family, and get to see my friend again. And I–”

You took a shuddering breath in, embarrassed with just how open your emotions must be to Lord Shouto. “I did not think I would befriend anyone. I did not know there was anyone like you, or Miss Uraraka, or Lady Asui. I thought all the gentry ridiculous and overweening. Stupidly, I did not understand that it would be so easy to become close–that I would directly affect anyone…”

You had to stop, then, clamping down on a fresh wave of tears. You would not cry in front of Lord Shouto–not when you were at fault here.

Lord Shouto watched you silently, for a long time, your face still held in his grip. You just watched him helplessly, your heart hammering against your ribs.

Eventually, he spoke, his thumb sliding absently across your cheek, again. “Will you come with me?” he asked.

Your brows knit. “Come with you–? To…where, my lord?”

“To the palace,” he said. “To meet Her Highness, Princess Momo.”

All the blood in your veins iced over, and you could feel your body drawn into itself defensively, your hands curling into fists at your side.

There could be nothing good for a deceitful maid at the palace. Nothing good in meeting Princess Momo, especially if he planned to tell her what you’d done.

But…perhaps that was exactly it.

Perhaps Lord Shouto meant to let her pass judgment on your crimes against him. To deliver her royal justice upon you. He was rumored to be her impending fiancee–and there had to be a price to pay, for attempting to entrap the future prince of the empire in a marriage scheme that might have disrupted their union.

Fear and apprehension prickled up your spine. Your gut churned in great heaving turns, and you felt like you might be sick.

But you had come to set things right, hadn’t you? You had come to do the right thing by Lord Shouto, when you could have just as easily fled the city.

You could…No, you would see this through.

“Yes,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I will.”

Lord Shouto’s hand finally dropped from your chin, and he bade you wait a moment. He stepped over to his desk and scribbled something down on a bit of parchment, and then sealed it and stepped out into the hall. You heard him conduct a brief conversation with a manservant, and then he ducked back in to tell you he wouldn’t be a moment.

You nodded, afraid of what you’d sound like if you spoke. When the door closed behind him, you let the shivers come over you, gripping Lord Shouto’s desk against a sudden bout of lightheadedness.

You briefly considered running, turning and contemplating your valise where you’d deposited it next to the door.

But suddenly all the fight had left you.

If this is truly what Lord Shouto wanted, then you owed him this much, didn’t you?

When he returned, he’d changed into something decidedly less rumpled and considerably more appropriate for an audience with royalty. You felt conspicuous in your graying maid’s garb, but there was nothing to be done for it.

Lord Shouto led you outside, where a carriage had already been arranged, and he surprised you by handing you up into the carriage as though you were any sort of a proper lady. Your face went hot, despite the cool prickle of apprehension that had settled into your bones.

He settled in across from you, those mismatched eyes blisteringly hot on your skin.

And then, with a final word from him, the carriage rattled off towards the palace, the wheels clattering over the cobblestones in the early morning quiet.

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x you #shoto x you #shouto todoroki x reader

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vintagepresley · 10 months

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My Happiness

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 4,897

Warnings: None really. Mentions of postpartum depression, reader has a bit of a break down. But other than that mostly fluffy and cute!

Author's Notes: Hi besties. I've been loving dad!Elvis lately and just wanted to finish this fic and get it out. This is a little flashback to when Ada was only a few weeks old and seeing how the reader and Elvis are dealing with being new parents. I hope you enjoy it! Possible spelling errors. (P.S. I’m aware these photos are from 68’ and obviously don’t match his look in 1970, but I needed pics of him with baby, lol.)

March 8th, 1970

It had been two weeks since you’ve been in the hospital because you had refused to leave Ada alone, who had to stay so the doctors could make sure she was okay because of her being born so soon and the doctor was finally discharging her. Elvis couldn’t be happier but he was still so worried and concerned about you and your well being. You were doing a little better whenever you got be with Ada, but there were still days where you weren’t yourself mentally. He was doing his best to tend to you and make sure you were okay. He wanted to cancel the rest of his shows at the international to be with his family, but the colonel was not happy about that and made a deal with Elvis that if he performed at least five shows he’d be allowed to cancel the rest. Elvis, feeling like he had no choice, agreed. He certainly wasn’t going to leave you with the responsibility of caring for the baby on your own, so he rented a bus just like the old days and planned to drive to Vegas from California just in case you needed to stop to get anything for the baby and to make things easier for the two of you.

Your mother had gone out and bought some diapers, onesies and a few other things for the baby to last for your small trip to Vegas until you got home. As the guys took some of your things out to the bus, you were getting Ada changed and dressed in her little onesie. She was only two weeks old and so tiny and slept all the time that you tried to be careful not to wake her. Elvis stood beside you, watching with a smile as Ada wiggled a little. You felt Elvis slip his arms around you and you gave him a small smile. Elvis pressed a kiss to your cheek as his chin rested on your shoulder and he stared down at the little baby you both created.

“I can’t believe I had a hand in makin’ this beautiful baby.” he mumbled.

You smiled at his words.

“And she’s absolutely perfect.” you whispered. Elvis nodded in agreement giving your cheek another soft kiss.

“Can you get her little blanket for me, honey?” you asked, pointing to the chair that had some of her things.

“Course, baby.” He walked over to the chair and grabbed her blanket, handing it to you and you smiled, laying it on the bed and then carefully lifting her up in your arms and laying her on the blanket and then you swaddled her in it and took her into your arms, cradling her. She cooed softly as her little head moved side to side and her eyes stayed closed. Despite how awful you felt physically and mentally she was able to make all that go away in an instant as you stared down at her in awe. Elvis came over and leaned down to kiss her forehead as he stared down at her with the same look, he still couldn’t believe he was a daddy. You looked up at Elvis and smiled at him seeing how in love he was with his little girl. He looked at you with a smile and leaned over to press a kiss to your lips and you kissed him back softly.

“There’s probably gonna be some press outside, Little. The guys will make sure they won’t get too close.” he whispered.

You let out a soft sigh because you hated how you looked right now and the last thing you wanted was your picture taken. “Will you take her while I get changed and put some makeup on? I-I don’t look good enough for pictures.” you hummed.

“Are you kiddin’? You’re beautiful, honey!” he said softly.

“You’re sweet. But I don’t look or feel beautiful. I’ll be right back..” you sighed, carefully handing Ada to him. Elvis was still a little nervous whenever he held her because of how tiny she is but he cradled her protectively in his arms and he let out a soft sigh as he watched you grab your bag and head into the bathroom. He felt terrible because he wasn’t sure what to do to help you. But he knew the doctor said the postpartum depression would eventually pass. As he waited for you he sat down and gently rocked Ada in his arms and he looked down at her, smiling. He gently brushed his index finger along her cheek and she cooed softly.

“I can’t wait to get you home to Memphis. Daddy got your room all ready for you, yittle.” he whispered.

While in the bathroom you quickly showered and searched through the bag of clothes your mother brought for you. You rolled your eyes because she packed a bunch of dresses for you and you weren’t sure how they would look. You picked the cute floral sundress with spaghetti straps and sash belt around the middle. When you got the dress on you grabbed the little pink sweater that went with it and slipped it on and you paired it with some white flats. You then brushed your hair out and decided to leave it down and then you grabbed your makeup case and put on mascara, blush, and a light shade of pink lipstick. You took one look at yourself not particularly liking what you saw but you gathered your things and headed out of the bathroom to see Elvis rocking Ada in his arms and humming softly to her. That brought a smile to your face seeing him being so sweet with her. But Elvis had an even bigger smile on his face when he saw you. You were a vision to him and so beautiful that he didn’t even say a word.

You noticed him staring at you and you took it as if something was wrong and you looked down at yourself and then back at him. “What? Do I look funny?” you said with a hint of insecurity in your voice.

He furrowed his brow and shook his head.

“Hell no... You look absolutely beautiful. You always do, Little.” he said softly.

Even though you felt the complete opposite of that you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing at his words. You were lucky to have a husband as sweet as him and who found you beautiful no matter what. “Thank you, honey.” you hummed as you gathered up your things and packed them away into your bag and then made sure Ada had everything in her diaper bag. “I can take her if you want to get the bags, honey.” you whispered. Elvis nodded and slowly got up from his seat and he brought Ada over to you and carefully placed her into your arms and you smiled down at her as she let out a tiny yawn. You giggled softly to yourself. “She yawns just like her daddy.” you beamed.

Elvis laughed and leaned down to kiss her forehead before he grabbed the bags. “Are my girls ready to go?” he smiled. You nodded at his words, taking a deep breath and knowing you had nothing to worry about because the guys were more than good at keeping people from getting too close when Elvis needed it. Elvis smiled and gestured for you to lead the way and you began to walk out the room where Jerry and Sonny had met you at the door and the rest of the guys had gone ahead where a few members of the press were waiting and ready to get a glimpse of baby Ada.

You glanced back to see Elvis right behind you. He gave you a smile. “It’s gonna be okay, Little.” he whispered to you. You nodded and peered down at the sleeping baby in your arms, hoping that they wouldn’t take too many pictures of her. As you all stepped outside the cameras started snapping and they were all chattering away and trying to get close. You allowed them to get a few pictures of her before covering her face with the blanket and the guys hurried the two of you into the big bus and Elvis hurried behind you with the bags in and the rest of the guys followed. You let out a sharp exhale and uncovered Ada’s face and now she was awake and beginning to whine.

“Aw, hi baby, did all that noise wake you? Hm? It’s okay.” you said in a soft baby voice, leaning down to kiss her cheek and you headed to the bedroom in the back with her.

Usually Elvis would drive the bus but he wanted to spend time with his girls and when he heard Ada’s soft whines he made Lamar drive and as the guys were settling in and Lamar was navigating them out of the hospital parking lot, Elvis took the diaper bag and headed back to the two of you. “Is she okay?” he asked worriedly.

“She’s fine. Say I’m fine, daddy.” you said in a baby voice, giggling softly as you soothed her and got her little whines to stop. Elvis beamed proudly, seeing how easy motherhood came to you. He sat beside you on the bed, staring down at Ada who’s eyes were now wide open.

“Hi, yittle.” he beamed, brushing his fingers lightly against her cheek. You smiled and kissed his cheek.

“I’m going to lay down with her for a bit. Will you join us?” you hummed, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

Elvis nodded with a grin.

“I’d love to, baby.” he smiled. The both of you got up and you carefully placed Ada in the middle of the bed and she cooed softly. You and Elvis slipped your shoes off and climbed into bed beside the tiny baby and you turned to lay on your side, smiling at Elvis as he faced you. You carefully unwrapped the blanket around Ada that you swaddled her in and now her little feet were kicking back and forth and you kissed her cheek. Elvis chuckled softly as he placed his finger into her tiny hand and she gripped it tight, she cooed even more.

“She’s got one helluva grip on her.” he laughed.

“She’s not letting her daddy go. I don’t blame her.” You giggled softly, rubbing your hand over her little tummy. Ada continued to hold onto Elvis’ finger and she stared up at him with her big blue eyes and a little smile formed on her lips. “Aw, see? She just loves her daddy so much.” you hummed, laying your head beside her. Elvis had the biggest smile on his face and he pressed several gentle kisses to her cheek. Just watching the two of them together warmed your heart especially when Elvis began to speak to her in his baby talk. You couldn’t help but laugh because she had no idea what he was saying but she couldn’t keep her eyes off him as she babbled softly.

“Oh? Is that so? Mhm.. I’ll tell, mama.” Elvis hummed.

You raised an eyebrow and laughed seeing her and acting as if they were speaking to one another. “Tell me, what?” you smiled.

“She said she’s got the best mama.” he grinned.

“Oh hush.. I’ve only been a mother for two weeks.” you laughed.

“And look at how well you’ve taken to being one.” he smiled, resting his head beside Ada’s as the two of you cuddled up close to her.

“Well, she’s got the best daddy around.” you beamed. Elvis smiled, glancing back down at his daughter feeling like such a proud dad.

As the three of you laid there Ada began to fuss and whine until it turned into cries. You sat up a bit and rubbed your hand over her tummy, shushing her softly as you tried to comfort and soothe her. “Can you get her pacifier out of the diaper bag, honey?” you said softly as she continued to cry. Elvis nodded and got up and went over to the bag, grabbing her pacifier and he climbed back into bed and you took it and popped it into her mouth and her cries subsided a little but she sniffled and whined as she sucked on her pacifier. “Shhh, it’s okay..” you whispered as you continued to rub her tummy.

Elvis hated seeing her cry and he gently wiped her little tears that streamed down her face. “What’s the matter, baby?” he whispered, kissing her cheek. She flailed her arms around and the pacifier fell out of her mouth and she began to cry again. You let out a soft sigh and carefully scooped her up into your arms, rocking her back and forth as you picked up her pacifier and put it back in her mouth, but she fussed and fussed. “Maybe she’s hungry?” Elvis said softly.

“I fed her before we left the hospital.” you replied, feeling to see if she needed her diaper changed but her diaper was fine. She was fussing so much that her pacifier fell out of her mouth again and she cried even more. You continued to rock her back and forth and now you were beginning to get overwhelmed because you didn’t know what was wrong with her or how to help. The more overwhelmed you became it triggered you to get emotional. Elvis had witnessed this happen a few times in the hospital whenever Ada would get like this and he’d notice how overwhelmed you’d become. The doctor said it could be just the stress of being a new mother and Elvis wasn’t sure how to help you besides trying to calm Ada.

“I can take her if you want, Little? I can try to calm her down, it’s okay.” Elvis said softly, reaching out for Ada. You nodded your head slowly as you began to cry, you felt so stupid crying but you felt horrible because you didn’t know how to help her when she became like this. “Little.. Why are you cryin’, honey? It’s okay, she’s just a little cranky.” he whispered.

“I-I know.. I just.. I can’t help it..” you sniffled.

You carefully handed Ada to Elvis and he held her against his chest and he grabbed her pacifier and put it in her mouth, she latched onto it and she was sniffling softly as her cries began to settle, but she was still a little fussy. So Elvis began to walk around the room bouncing her in his arms as he started to sing My Happiness to her. She slowly was beginning to settle down in his embrace. Now you felt even worse because you could never get her to calm down the way that he could. You felt like a terrible mother whenever this would happen and now you couldn’t stop crying. Elvis looked over to see you in tears just like Ada was and he shook his head with a small smile having plans of taking care of his other baby. He glanced down at Ada and one of her little hands was clutching onto his shirt and her eyes were closing. Once she had fallen asleep he carefully laid her back down in the middle of the bed and she was sound asleep again, Elvis smiled down at her and then he plopped down in the chair that sat beside the bed and he patted his lap for you. “C’mere, Little.” he hummed.

You wiped your teary eyes and got up and walked over to him and you climbed into his lap, your legs dangling off his lap and your arms slipping around his shoulders. Your head resting against his chest as you sniffled softly, curling into him like you were a little girl. Elvis slipped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head as one of his hands ran along your back soothingly. “Talk to me, honey. What’s the matter?” he whispered. You glanced up at him and you started to pout. He raised an eyebrow and reached up to brush your hair out of your face and he pressed a kiss to your pouty lips, cupping your face in his hand. “Use your words, Little.” he said softly. You let out a soft sigh and continued to pout as your fingers twirled through his hair.

“I feel like a bad mom..” you mumbled.

“Baby, what are ya talkin’ about?? You’re the most amazing mother.” he smiled.

“Then how come I can never get her to calm down like you can? It’s as if she doesn’t like me..” you sighed, pouting more.

“You silly girl.. She loves her mama. You get a little overwhelmed, s’all. I know it may not be easy bein’ a mother at your age, but that’s why I’m here. You ain’t gotta do this alone, baby. ” he hummed, brushing your hair behind your ear.

You nodded your head slowly at his words and you rested your head back against his chest. “I just want to be able to calm her like that.” you whispered.

“You will, honey. I wouldn’t suggest singing because you might scare her with your voice.” he laughed. You glanced up at him and narrowed your eyes as you hit his arm.

“Be nice to me.. I’m sad.” you pouted.

“Aw, I know, yittle. I got one baby to sleep, I’ll get the other down.” he chuckled, tightening his arms around you and you snuggled into him, glancing up and smiling as he even began to rock you in his arms. You let out a soft giggle and shut your eyes as he even began to sing to you. You let out a content sigh. Elvis always knew how to make you feel better through the littlest things. You were so lucky to have him especially now when your emotions were all over the place. You ended up falling asleep in his arms and you were in such a deep sleep you didn’t feel it when he carried you and placed you into the bed beside Ada who was still sleeping. Elvis climbed into bed with the two of you and he just watched his girls sleeping the entire way to Vegas.

When you all finally arrived in Vegas, you were finally waking up to the sound of the guys unloading the bus and the sound of Elvis’ voice talking to them. You rubbed your hand over your eyes and looked around for a moment before looking down at Ada, who was already awake. She was sucking on her pacifier and had been kicking her little legs so much she kicked the little blanket off that was around her. You smiled at her and wrapped her back up in her blanket and as you got up you soothed out your dress and fixed your hair before scooping her up into your arms and you peeked out the window to see you were at the International. You cradled her in one arm and grabbed the diaper bag with the other as you headed out of the room and Elvis smiled when he saw the both of you and he walked right over to kiss your cheek. “I’ve gotta feed her, Elvis.” you said softly.

Elvis nodded. “Okay, honey, Sonny and Red are gonna take us upstairs.” he smiled. You nodded and began to follow Elvis off the bus where the two men were waiting while the rest were unloading the bags to have them brought up to his suite as you both headed inside and upstairs to the room. You smiled down at Ada who’s eyes were looking all over at her new surroundings. When you finally got to the room, Sonny and Red left the three of you alone. You kissed Elvis’ cheek before you headed back to the bedroom for some privacy.

You laid Ada on the bed and grabbed a diaper and unbuttoned her onesie and changed her diaper. You leaned down and blew raspberries on her little tummy and her legs kicked and you giggled softly, buttoning her onesie back up and scooping her back up into your arms and sitting on the bed. You tugged the left strap of your dress down your shoulder and tucking the front of your dress down enough to reveal your left breast and brought her up to it and she latched onto your nipple right away. You smiled at her as she started to eat and one of her hands rested against your chest. You gently brushed the little blonde strands on the top of her head. “You’ve got your daddy’s hair. Well, what his hair used to look like.” you giggled softly.

“I heard that.” Elvis chimed in as he suddenly came into the room, laughing softly as he brought in the rest of your things. He smiled widely when he saw the two of you and the way Ada was holding onto you. “See? She loves her mama.” he beamed.

“That’s because I’m her source of food.” you laughed, looking back down to watch her eat and you pressed tiny kisses to her little hand, Elvis grinned and went to grab the rest of your things and you continued to lightly brush your fingers against her hair. “Mommy’s sorry she hasn’t been herself, I promise I will be soon. We’re very lucky to have your daddy.” You whispered to her, smiling as she continued to nurse from you. Elvis had been listening on the other side of the door and he smiled to himself before he came walking in with the rest of your things and then he sat down on the bed, smiling at his two girls.

“How you feelin’, baby?” He asked.

“I’m good. I’m sorry for being such a cry baby earlier.” You mumbled.

Elvis shook his head at your words and reached over to comb his fingers through your hair and he smiled warmly as he glanced down at the baby in your arms. “Nothin’ for you to be sorry about, Little. I understand and she understands. It’s okay.” he whispered. You smiled at his comforting words and nodded and when Ada was done eating you pulled the front of your dress back up and held her up against your shoulder with her little bib resting against your shoulder to catch her spit up, patting her back lightly to burp her.

“I’d like for the two of you to come to the show tonight. I know the fans will be excited to see her.” Elvis beamed.

“Um, I don’t know, Elvis. I think all of that and the crowd will be too loud for her. She’s only a few weeks old and I don’t know if that would be a good idea. But we could watch from backstage, so she could hear her daddy sing.” you said with a smile.

Elvis was a little disappointed but he understood your reasoning and knew you were right. “Okay, honey, as long as my girls are there. That’s all that matters to me.” He smiled and leaned over to kiss your cheek and kissed the top of Ada’s head. She finally let out a tiniest little burp and spitting up and you giggled softly.

“Good girl.” You beamed, cradling her back in your arms and wiping the spit up from her mouth with the bib.

Elvis chuckled softly.

“She’s so damn cute.” He grinned, tickling her little feet before he stood back up. “I’m gonna get ready for the show and I’ll have Jerry come up to get the two of you, okay?” He smiled.

You nodded, wrapping Ada in her blanket as you smiled up at Elvis. “Okay, honey.” You hummed, he leaned down to kiss you again and smiled at Ada before he headed out. “You’re gonna hear your daddy sing tonight, which I know is your favorite.” you whispered to her, she stared up at you with her big blue eyes, flailing her little hands around and cooing softly. Just staring down at that little face made you so happy and so proud to be her mother. You got up from the bed and grabbed her pacifier and diaper bag as the two of you waited for Jerry to come and get you. You kissed her little hands as they reached up toward you, letting out a soft content sigh. When there was a knock at the door you went over to answer it, smiling when you saw Jerry. “Here’s uncle Jerry to take us to see daddy.” you hummed, smiling at her.

Jerry smiled when he saw the two of you and he couldn’t keep his eyes off Ada and you raised an eyebrow at him, smiling. “Did you want to hold her?” you asked.

“Uh.. I’d like to.. But I’ve never held a baby before.” he said nervously.

“Neither have I, but you’ll do just fine. Come inside, I’m sure Elvis isn’t even ready yet.” you laughed. Jerry chuckled and walked inside the suite, shutting the door behind him and you led him over to the couch where you both sat down and just handed Ada to him and he was caught off guard but quickly cradled her in his arms. You laughed seeing how frantic he was with her in his arms. She wiggled around in his arms, kicking her legs and staring up at Jerry. You watched as he stared back at her in awe and you knew in an instant that he was completely in love with her. You leaned over and smiled down at her. “I think she likes you.” you hummed.

“How can you tell?” he asked, chuckling as he began to relax with the tiny baby in his arms.

“Whenever she kicks her little feet, that's when I know she’s happy.” you giggled softly.

Jerry smiled widely and stared back down at Ada who continued to stare up at him. “Man, she looks just like him.” Jerry laughed.

“Right!? Elvis doesn’t seem to think so. But she’s her daddy alright.” you smiled.

“We should probably head down before Elvis starts wondering where you are.” he said, carefully handing Ada back to you. You nodded and stood up holding Ada protectively in your arms as you headed toward the door.

“Could you grab her diaper bag for me?” you smiled. Jerry nodded and picked up the bag and let you lead the way as the two of you headed out towards the elevator where you rode it down to the main floor and headed for the backstage entrance of the showroom, Ada was getting a little fussy and you slipped her pacifier in her mouth and she soon settled as you gently rocked her. When you got to Elvis’ dressing room you smiled at him in his jumpsuit, looking handsome as ever. His face lit up at the sight of the two of you.

“There my girls!” he beamed happily, walking over to you and kissing your cheek and then kissing Ada’s forehead.

“Your daddy is so handsome.” you giggled.

Elvis chuckled, taking the diaper bag from Jerry and sitting it down.

“Guess who held her for the first time?” you grinned, looking toward Jerry.

“Jerry?! Ain’t she the cutest little thing?” Elvis beamed, proudly.

“She sure is, E. Looks just like you.” Jerry hummed.

You smiled and went over to sit down on the couch, rocking Ada gently as she laid awake in your arms, looking all around at her new surroundings curiously. As Elvis was ready to head out he and the guys were chatting quietly among themselve and you were in your own little world with Ada. Once it was time for him to head out on stage he came over to give you and Ada a quick kiss. You smiled watching him head out and you could hear the muffled screams of the roaring crowd the moment he stepped out onto that stage and then hearing him talking and joking around with the audience.

The only thing Elvis wanted to talk about when he got onto that stage was his little daughter, that right before the show even started he stopped everything just to do that. “I’m sure some of you may know by now, but my wife had our little girl a few weeks ago.” he laughed when the crowd began to go crazy. He smirked and shook his head, glancing back at his band behind him and laughing as he walked around the stage. “Now, uh.. She’s backstage, but her mama won’t let me bring her out. She says it’s too loud for her. So, if you folks don’t mind before we start the show tonight.. I-I’d like to sing her a song. It was the song I sang to her in the hospital and it’s her favorite. It’s an old song, called My Happiness.” he said softly, as the music began to play he started to sing. You could hear everything from backstage and it just brought a smile to your face because he was the proudest daddy. You glanced down at Ada who’s little feet started kicking the moment he started to sing, she knew her daddy’s voice and the special song he sang just for her. His little happiness.

Tagging: @18lkpeters @memphis-mania @ccab @kendralavon7 @kiankiwi @elvisblueshoes @peaceloveelvis @generoustreemystic @arianatheangel-girl @amydarcimarie

#elvis presley #elvis imagine #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #elvis fanfic #elvis fluff #dad!elvis #elvis #elvis fandom #68 comeback special

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merlucide · 2 months

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Crossdresser x BLLK (2nd) pt4

Notes: I was about to fall asleep and then i remembered I had the upload the 2nd part of Isagi’s💀

warnings: reader is female, cursing, cringe lol

pt1 pt4 pt5

2ND SELECTION(ISAGI’S VER PT2)

She didn’t think that gonna happen, she was so confident that’d they’d win.

She had her hands on her knees heaving with her head hung forward.

She looked up to see who’d they pick.

Bachira was about to speak up when Rin spoke over him saying ‘I’m choosing’

Rin extended his hand out and pointed at Isagi.

He got up and followed Rin and Bachira.

Isagi tried to consolidate but it fell to deaf ears.

‘ Rin chose you, That’s our reality. So just shut up and get going’ Chigiri snapped, wiping the sweat off of his chin.

‘ If I have to see your face any longer, I’ll smash it in. Go on already you scrub.’ Barou said through gritted teeth.

‘ last thing I need is your pity.’ Scoffed Y/N ‘ Go on egoist, their waiting.’

Isagi turned around and followed Bachira ‘ You’d better come’

They all collapsed on the floor whispering curses under their breath.

They stayed like that for a while.

They went through the losers gate and headed to the rooms. Y/N crawled up her bunk and passed out.

Her and Chigiri headed to the cafeteria for breakfast.

They ate together and Y/N offered to get his plates. Y/N was headed to the tray bin when a boy bumped into her.

He apologized and she recognized him. It was Zantetsu from team V.

She put the trays away and asked what team he was in. He told her and then he suggested they play each other. She agreed and it was set. They had about 8 hours till the next game.

(Naur sorry dawg)

The finish at 1-3 with the winners being Y/N team.

They chose Zantetsu since he was the best player.

He was really, really stupid though.

Chigiri went showering and on his way out made plans to go against another team, so that was set. All they had to do was win this game and they’d be set.

(Dawg I know I’m being lazy- )

Y/Ns team won with the score of 2-3 and Y/N and Chigiri chose Kiyora Jin. He was an all rounder so he seemed like the best choice.

They now had 5 players and could go up against the world 5.

(Dawg I know😞)

World five won by 3-0.

No one was able to get close to scoring, they were really good.

They had finally finish all of the stages. They headed out sliding doors and saw Isagi and Bachira. Y/N and her team was the 2nd to finish second selection.

isagi and Bachira eagerly welcomed them. They now just waited to see who else finished.

They were waiting for Kunigami to come out but he never did, he had lost to ‘Shidou’. Y/N had really hoped he would’ve made it, she really couldn’t believe it either. Kunigami was a great player, how could’ve he lost?.

Shidou was talking down about Kunigami which pissed her off, He was about to swing at Isagi but Chigiri pulled him down. Ego then appeared on the screen above.

SHIDOU’S VER KARASU’S VER ISAGI’S PT1

ugh- NEXT PART ISNT OUT YET :>

made March 8th 2024

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x you

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lu-vin-it · 1 year

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The Two of Us

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Summary: After you and Daryl stumble across a girl and her injured friend in the woods, you’re plagued with the thoughts of her. Thankfully, she can’t stop thinking about you either.

Pairings: HBO!Ellie Williams x Reader, Daryl Dixon x Reader (Paternal)

Pronouns Used: She/Her

Word Count: TBA

Set in: After the time jump in Season 9

A/N: Woo! Here’s the masterlist for the fic :)

Edit (March 8th): I’m currently writing chapter four and I realized that I never really specified reader’s age so let’s get into that. Reader is 15/16, TWD time is very convoluted and so are the ages of damn near everyone who why not make your age weird too? Anyways I just thought I’d mention that.

Edit (March 15): If you like this and you are younger than 25 but older than 13 pls join my messy ass discord server cause i’m awesome and it’s pretty cool too

Canon Divergences

Chapter 1 - You and Daryl come across some people who need help. The night ends with you watching a new friend walk away. | 1,246 Words

Chapter 2 - You and Daryl make a visit to the kingdom and a new community. You see Ellie and end up sleeping over. | 1,213

Chapter 3 - Ellie and you go on a small adventure, one that ends with some delightful discoveries and a wonderful conversation. | 1,363

Chapter 4 - You and Ellie have a photoshoot. | 1,903

Chapter 5 - You and Ellie go to the Kingdom to celebrate Maggie’s return. You end up ditching the party to talk, however, when some shocking news is thrown on you. | 1,236 Words

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Taglist: @sawaagyapong @afro-hispwriter @avengingparker @graciexmarvel @evangelinejxy @lovelyy-moonlight

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #the walking dead fic #the walking dead x reader #daryl dixon imagine #joel miller x reader #daryl dixon x child!reader #the last of us x reader

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jhugas · 11 months

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‘UNDERSTAND WHAT?’- Park Jimin

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Genre: angst, sad, fluff

Pairing: ex! Jimin X 8th member! Reader ; exes to lovers ; angry confession

Summary: You and Jimin start arguing about your break up, and he decided to clear few things up.

Word count: ~1,2k

Warnings/tags: mention (no details) of depression, anxiety, insomnia, pressure, nausea, work; lot of crying.

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You and Jimin dated for four years, and broke up in 2019, in the middle of the Love Yourself Tour due to the pressure and amount of work you had. Though, you would have preferred to stay with him. But he was so convincing that you just assumed he didn’t love you anymore, and used your work as an excuse. So to not pressure him or annoy him, you just agreed.

It’s true, the pressure and the huge amount of work you two had, especially during the tour, made it hard to really focus on each other. But still, you loved him and didn’t want to leave him.

Knowing that he was the first person you really gave your trust to and that made you happy, your break up broke you in pieces.

He was your first love, first kiss, first time, first person to make you feel loved and happiness.

When you broke up, you had to carry on with the concerts and it was so hard.

How were you supposed to act like nothing happened, when you lost the love of your life?

You didn’t even tell the members. Even though they saw that something had changed between you two, they just thought you had a little fight. Then, around a month after, during a dance practice, Namjoon saw you weren’t giving enough efforts. So he lightly scolded you in a little room before asking you what was wrong, and you finally spit out that you broke up.

The news spread quickly in the kpop industry, from idol to idols, since they all knew how perfect you two were together.

One night, you and Jimin were in his apartment. It’s been four years you broke up. And it still hurts like the first day. You never stopped loving him, but never tried to flirt with him again since.

You’re talking about the tour that’ll happen in 2025, and suddenly, a feeling of sadness and loneliness invades you. Flashbacks from 2019 come back.

{[20th March 2019]}

You broke up last night. And you couldn’t feel worse than now. Heart broken, nauseous, exhausted… everything to fail a concert. But tonight, you had to perform.

When you went to eat breakfast in the hotel, and saw the beautiful man that broke your heart sitting down, looking fine, like nothing happened… you decided you wanted to move on the quickest possible.

The soundcheck was alright, seeing army made you feel a little bit better. But again, he was on your mind all day. And seeing him act like nothing happened truly shocked you. He didn’t even tell you hi or smiled at you. He just ignored you, like you didn’t exist.

{[during the concert]}

It’s time to sing ‘The Truth Untold’. You hold back your tears from falling, to not alarm Armys, and sing your parts.

…

‘You know that I can't,

Show you me,

Give you me’

…

‘But I still want you,

I still want you’

…

It’s the end of the song, the instrumental plays for a good minute or two. But suddenly, Armys start screaming. You turn around and your eyes fall on Jimin, crying on the floor. He looks so sad.

It’s too much for you, you held back your tears for too long. You let yourself fall on the ground and hide yourself as you’re silently crying.

{[backstage]}

Once you get backstage you immediately run to the toilets and start crying again. If it’s only been a day, then why do you miss him so much?

Someone knocks on the door, and without even saying anything, you unlock and open the door. You look at the floor, and immediately recognize those shoes. It’s him.

You look up and see his swollen eyes, red cheeks and nose, and messy hair. But most importantly, his plump, pink almost red lips.

So kissable, but impossible to kiss for you from now on.

All he did to you was a loose hug. Not even touching your body with his hands. He leans in your ear and says:

‘I’m still here for you.’

With a soft, broken voice.

Since, you had reoccurring dreams about him coming back, running towards you and finally hugging you the way you deserve it. Occasionally, you’d have dreams where he kissed you and laughed. His smile… his beautiful smile. You missed it…

But you also had nightmares. Where he shouted how much he hated you, how much you’ve changed and worse.

{[now]}

‘You alright?’

Jimin asks. Brushing your hair behind your ear and noticing your eyes filled with tears.

‘I am…’

You answer quietly.

There’s a silence. The only noise is the one of his hand rubbing your back. He knows. He knows what you’re thinking about.

‘It was hard wasn’t it?’

He says.

‘Why did you break up with me?’

You ask. Too tired to even think straight. If you did, you wouldn’t have asked that.

‘I never really wanted to break up with you. I swear. If I could’ve stayed with you, I would’ve.’

He says

‘Are you serious? Are you saying I could’ve avoided depression, anxiety and insomnia?! I also never wanted to leave you stupid!’

Your voice rises and your breath speeds up.

‘What do you mean? When I said we might need to break up, you immediately nodded and agreed!! I didn’t even mean it. I just wanted to have a talk!’

‘I agreed because I didn’t want to be a burden!! And you… you acted like nothing happened! Not even a week after, you talked to me like everything was fine when it wasn’t!! I cried for you! I really did!’

You cry out. Finally opening yourself and telling him what you wanted to tell him for a long time.

‘Y/n… you know I hate to argue with you… I also cried. I cried a lot more than you think. Depression, anxiety, insomnia… I also had it. It’s not a competition. And if I acted like this. It’s because I missed you!’

He yells and tears start forming in his eyes, blurring his vision.

‘I also hate fighting with you!!! We just can’t help it! … Did you really think I didn’t miss you too? Are you that emotionally broken? Obviously I missed you obviously I did! But I needed space. I needed to get you out of my head.’

‘I didn’t just miss you y/n…’

He asks as he bites his bottom lip in frustration.

‘Not even a day after, you lost all your feelings! How did you stop loving me in few hours!!’

You yell at him.

‘Y/n… you don’t understand do you?’

He says more softly.

‘Understand what?!’

You ask. Tired from yelling and arguing with the man you still love.

‘That I love you!! I love you y/n I love you!! I always did and always will! Don’t you get it? I can’t just leave you! I am in love with you!’

He yells with his broken voice before staring at you, waiting for a response.

There’s a silence. You wonder if this is a dream again. You take some time to think.

‘… I love you too you idiot!!!’

You push him in frustration but he comes back and hugs you tighter than he ever did. Crying in your hair and salting them. Your head held by his shoulder.

‘Then why are we fighting again y/n… I love you’

He whispered.

‘I don’t know. I love you too, Jimin.’

You whisper back against his neck, tears still rolling down your cheeks.

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Masterlist

#army #bts #fanfic #scenarios #one shot #imagine #Jimin #Jimin x reader #Jimin angst #Jimin fluff #Jimin one shot #bts fanfic #Jimin fanfic #Jimin fic #8th member

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