#each other but compliment their other half. dance partners.

[gorgeys]

Come to get your fix? - (Margot Robbie x Reader)

At an afterparty, you see Margot for the first time in a long time…

Margot Robbie x femsinger!reader

Warnings: slight age gap (Margot is 30ish, reader is 25ish), mentions of sex, just sexy vibes

A/N: this got a lot longer than it was supposed to be cuz I kinda got carried away with the beginning and the backstory but I hope you enjoy!

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There were seven different Met Gala after parties, all of which you had been invited to, but of course you chose the only one that she would be attending.

Well, you really had no other choice.  You had to go to Dua Lipa’s party at Virgo on the Lower East Side.  You and Dua were close friends and all the biggest celebrities were going to be there.

And you were excited for the most part.  It was one of the few nights where you got to hang out with your most famous friends as you danced and drank the night away.

When you arrived, ditching your Chanel gown for a sheer, golden chain dress that resembled royalty, you dove right into the many greetings you’d have to make throughout the night.  Of course you got many congratulations on your new album which had easily risen to the top of the charts with several hit singles.  And, since you had released new tour dates only last night, several celebrities were already expressing their excitement over attending your LA shows.  You thanked them like always, being sure to compliment Zendaya on her new movie and thanking Rihanna for sending you a new package of Fenty Beauty products.

Only after at least an hour did you even find the bar.  You ordered your go-to cocktail and paid for whatever your team wanted to drink, exhaling a long sigh.  Your voice had already gotten scratchy and hoarse from the day’s events plus the long press tour you had endured the past few weeks.  You craved a moment to relax.

But not even a few seconds later did Jack Harlow appear behind you to question why you left him on read for the past three days.  Internally rolling your eyes, you mumbled a vague response while your eyes scanned the room for a distraction.  You only half listened to him as he tried to get in your pants once more, but you fully stopped paying attention when you finally found her.

There she was, sitting in a booth beside Cara Delevigne across the room.  You could tell she was looking for a way out of the situation from the way her shoulders were angled away from Cara and her nails tapped anxiously on the table.

You shamelessly stared, watching her eyes retreat from Cara’s face every once in a while to venture out into the crowd.  Her legs were crossed and she sat as straight as a pin like she always had.  You remembered how her perfect posture alone always made you feel small.  She carelessly flicked her blonde hair back away from her face, smiling at whatever part of the long, winded story Cara was on.

You told yourself so many times that you had moved on. It was a repetitive thought that pounded into your brain each night when you were partying in cities all over the world.  And sometimes it felt like you really did move on. You would naturally send a flirty wink to the cute girl at the bar or grind on the hot guy on the dance floor, enjoying the fruitful chase.

But each morning, when you woke up in an expensive hotel room beside a stranger, you always wished she was laying beside you instead.  It felt hopeless at times when you were stalking her Instagram or scrolling through your camera roll at the many, many pictures of you and her.

You only truly believed you had moved on when you met your most recent girlfriend.  She was finally the breath of fresh air you were looking for.  The thoughts of Margot soon felt far and few in between as a new woman consumed your everyday life.  She was beautiful and sweet and loving and everything you needed.  It was rare for one of your partners to even last more than a couple weeks since you had a reputation of being quite the maneater, but you were glad it did.  She was everything.

Until you were gaping at Margot from across the club.  You could barely remember your girlfriend’s name when blue eyes finally met yours.  They were piercing, like you remembered, and they seemed to look right through you, even from the other side of the room.  Her smile melted as she realized who she was looking at.

You took your eyes off of her for a moment as you accepted your drink from the bartender.  You thanked him and glanced back.  To your satisfaction, she couldn’t take her eyes off of you.  You lifted the glass to your lips and took a teasingly slow slip without breaking eye contact. You watched her take a deep breath, slightly pursing her lips, as she silently contemplated how to handle you.  Oh, how you loved to be handled by her.

Her attention was stolen for a moment as Cara excused herself from the table.  Margot sent her a forced smile and a slight wave before she was lost in the crowd.

You had been dreading this moment for weeks, the inevitable moment when you’d meet her sculpted face that always begged you to come closer.  But now that it was happening, it almost felt euphoric.

“Get lost, Jack,” you said, shoving his shoulder out of your way. He groaned but didn’t protest.  You had set your path of destruction and now there was no stopping you.

You focused on making long, smooth strides in your tall heels and swaying your hips a bit more than usual as her eyes wandered your incoming figure.  Her face was stoic but her gaze was so familiar.  It always made you want to impress her, to be extra good for her.  To be wanted by her was a better feeling than any number one album or one-night lover.  You were glad your dress didn’t leave much for the imagination.

And then, after cutting through the dance floor, you were there, placing your hand upon the table as you slid into the seat beside her.  You pressed your thigh into hers, the only thing between them being the golden chains of your dress.  The rounded booth kept the two of you secluded from the other happenings of the club.

Although you were beside her, you had each turned your heads to match one another, face to face.  Her eyes had never left you and now you could feel her breath against the sensitive skin of your upper lip.

“Hi,” she said.  You were envious of how confident she sounded with your face inches from hers.  Your only relief was the faint quirk of her lips.  You couldn’t tell if it was well-intentioned or mischievous.

“Hi,” you whispered breathlessly, leaving your lips slightly open.  She seemed to take the bait as her eyes devoured your glossy, inviting lips.

“Come to get your fix?” she teased, sliding her tongue across her top lip.  It was something she always used to say to you when you sneaked into her trailer or violently tugged her into the bathroom.

It reminded you of the times when her soft fingers molded your body into whatever piece of pottery she wanted you to be.  The lick of her lips reminded you of all the times her tongue rewarded you afterward.

You clicked your own tongue against the roof of your mouth.

“Something like that,” you mumbled, almost annoyed by all the memories she awakened.

“I was surprised,” she began, her nails skimming the chains along your hip, making a high-pitched noise.  You tried not to show how the closeness of her fingers made you feel.  “I didn’t see you with anyone.”

She was obviously referring to the fact that you hadn’t brought a date to the gala.  Of course, knowing your long history, she had expected you to have someone young and new by your side.  After all, TMZ had claimed you were dating four different people in the last two weeks.

You weren’t surprised by her prying.  She always cut right to the chase whenever she was with you.  But you were a little taken aback that she had asked it so outright considering how things had ended between you.

“Well, I was surprised I didn’t see you with anyone.”  You couldn’t help the accusatory attitude that dripped from your voice.

“Hmm,” she hummed with a small smile as if she was expecting that response.  She peered down at her hand as it climbed the chains to sit comfortably atop your thigh.  

It was her “date” that had ruined your “relationship” in the first place.  By “date,” I mean husband and by “relationship,” I mean affair.

It was your first acting gig and in a blockbuster movie at that.  Before you had even introduced yourself, you locked eyes with her across the table at the first script reading and you knew you were hers.

But when she began shooting seductive glances from across the set, you assumed your eyes were playing tricks on you.  When she began grabbing onto you anytime you were in arms reach, you assumed she was just one of those touchy people.  And even that one time when she asked you to “be a good girl” and grab her a water, you just assumed it was a thing she said, even if it made your chest feel tight and your thighs squeeze together.

Because, after all, she was an older, straight, married woman.  Or at least that’s what you thought.

It wasn’t until she got you alone in her trailer, pushed you onto the couch, and attacked you with kisses that she made it clear.  From that moment on, you were her secret and she had to be yours. It wasn’t ideal, but it was still as perfect as could be.  Until it wasn’t.

Before she had even made an advance on you, you knew you were bound to catch feelings.  But you weren’t expecting it to hit you like a load of bricks.  Nevertheless, you knew you were just some affair to her, some sex toy for her to play with, so it was easy to keep quiet and occasionally dream of what could be.

The real kicker was when, a couple days before shooting wrapped, she admitted she had fallen for you.  Your whole world lit up and came crashing down on you simultaneously.   

Hearing those words felt like hearing the song of the ice cream truck on a hot summer day: pure relief. You had loved her unwaveringly.

But what trumped that was the undeniable realization that you were only second to her.  Second to her husband and the life she had created with him.  She could never love you the way you loved her.

So, when promo for the movie was coming to an end, you had to give her the ultimatum. She had put off the decision for as long as possible.  That was until you confronted her in her hotel room in a wreck of tears and rage.

You weren’t surprised, but disappointed when you weren’t her choice.  She had begged you to stay, to spend one more night with her, but you left in a disheveled hurry, refusing to let her see the effect she had on you.

Sometimes, when you lie awake at night, you wish she had never told you she loved you.  Then maybe it would have been easier to walk away and forget about her.  It would have been easier to accept that she was just using you for a couple good fucks.  But here you were, sitting beside her, rehashing your inevitable heartbreak because she was always so irresistible and she loved you

She looked back up at you, pushing her face even closer to yours.  Her smile grew when she saw your lips tightly pressed together and your eyebrows furrowed.  You were always so bad at hiding your frustration from her.

“I left him,” she said, squeezing your thigh.  You could see the excitement within her, begging for a release.

Meanwhile, you felt dizzy.

“Wh-What do you mean you left him?”

“I mean that I left him,” she repeated, smiling wider at your shocked expression.  You were sure you looked so stupid, almost like a dead bug with your eyes wide and your jaw hanging open.  “Just waiting to finalize the papers.”

“Oh my god,” was all you could manage.  Your hand came up to your mouth, covering the gaping hole.  “Oh my god.”

It was the words you had always wanted to hear but at the most unexpected time.  Her hypnotizing smile made your head spin as the colors of the club swirled together in your peripheral.

“I just-I don’t understand.  Why…now?”

She shot you a slightly confused look, as if the answer was obvious, but a lot of time had passed and you finally needed her to be clear.

She used her free hand to remove your hand from over your mouth and drop it into your lap.  Then she firmly grasped your chin, ensuring your eyes never left her candid ones.  Her touch shot warmth up your cheeks and down your neck, just the shock you needed to wake you from your daze.

“Because I know I want you.  And I tried being without you but I just…I can’t,” she confessed, the words scrambling out of her throat as if they had been trying to for days.

Your heart swelled in your chest at her pure sincerity.  Instinctively, you wanted to jump into her arms, to let her have you in every way.  But that little bit of insecurity still creeped up your spine.  The insecurity she had created when she chose him all those months ago.

“Are-Are you sure?”

She only laughed.  Honey may as well have been dripping from her lips as the sound was so sweet.  Every sound that left her lips was angelic.

“I’ve been thinking about this every day since you left.  I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

Her hand left your thigh to tuck a few pieces of your loose hair behind your ear, her hand lingering on the side of your neck.  You felt like you were on fire and she reveled in the way the heat flooded your irises.

But then you felt like you were forgetting something, something important.

“I have a girlfriend, Mar,” you suddenly said, your fingers wrapping lightly around the forearm of the arm that held your chin.

Margot certainly wasn’t expecting that confession this late in the conversation.  But your relationship couldn’t have been too serious if your new girlfriend wasn’t there, hanging off your arm.  She proceeded without caution.

“Well, I don’t see her anywhere,” she said, tilting your head downward with the pull of her hand, forcing you to stare up at her through hooded eyes.  She always adored when you looked at her from that angle, especially when she was knuckle deep inside of you.

You don’t even really know why you said it.  You knew, girlfriend or not, you would always choose Margot.  And she knew that.

“So, you want me or not, baby?”  She pursed her lips in a fake pout, so close to yours.

You couldn’t control yourself and you heard yourself make a faint noise of unbridled temptation.  She seemed quite satisfied by that as her thumb rubbed small circles into your chin, the nail grazing your lip every once in a while.

You both already knew the answer.

“Yes, fuck, I want you,” you said, your voice the most confident it had been all night but still the most desperate.

A feeling of pure bliss consumed your body.  Just hearing yourself say it made a smile creep onto your lips.

Margot quickly copied you.  She raised your chin to meet hers and wasted no more time.  Finally, finally, she kissed you.  She didn’t care who was watching as she firmly held your face, guiding you in every which way.

She was the only person in your universe and you were the only person in hers.

lmk if you guys want more Margot or any of her characters!! I will def write for Barbie, Harley, and even Naomi.  I will prob write something for Barbie soon so stay tuned!

And if you have a request I haven’t responded to, I’m really sorry it’s taken a long time but I am working on it!

#margot robbie #margot robbie x reader #barbie #barbie x reader #margot robbie x femreader #margot robbie x fem!reader #margot robbie x you #margot barbie #margot #margot robbie barbie #harley quinn #harley quinn x reader #wlw #lesbian #fem reader #barbie x fem!reader #harley quinn x fem!reader

[gatorbites-imagines]

Andrew Peter Parker x male Deadpool reader, jus headcanons

TASM Peter Parker x Deadpool male reader

Headcanons

I always love when Peter is extra spidery. Been a while since I watched the amazing spiderman movies ngl.

I imagine this takes place after Peter comes back home after the No Way Home movie, so he has a deeper understanding of just how broad and different his universe is.

He keeps being spiderman like he’s always been, but at maybe you show up as a coworker at his job, or just during the night when he’s patrolling, but soon you two are spending a lot of time together.

Seeing as Deadpool is conscious about being inside a comic or media, I have the idea that you to some degree know this too, meaning you make jokes about the multiverse, or memes that don’t exist in your universe.

You would crack jokes about Peter having gone to a different dimension too, and make comments about villains that don’t exist in your universe, which would be what really caught Peters attention.

The white and yellow voices you have are all for you flirting with peter, as peter and as spiderman, and it leads to you guys having a relationship kinda like comic spiderman and Deadpool.

In the beginning Peter isn’t really sure what to do about you, especially seeing as you kill people, but you are super friendly, affectionate, and call him your soulmate.

Youd grow on him over time, and Peter would start looking forwards to seeing you around. He would even start getting worried if you don’t show up for a bit, even though he knows you taken contracts as an assassin and a gun for hire.

Cue you guys teaming up more and more, and you killing less when he’s around. You can’t fully stop, it’s just not in your nature, but you’ll try for Peter, which he appreciates.

Patrol always ends up with you guys eating something, sitting on the edge of a building, masks pushed up over your noses as you guys talk about whatever it is you can think of. If you have scars like most versions of Deadpool, Peter would be surprised at first, but would never judge you or look down on you for having them.

It takes Peter a while to realize he’s got feelings for you, as there’s part of him that scared to lose you like he did Gwen. Sure, you could heal from an atomic explosion, but that doesn’t keep the guilt and anxious thoughts from existing.

Your always very verbal about being in love with Peter, as he’s your other half and perfect partner, in your own words. Your flirt with him, bring him gifts, ask him on dates after every patrol, or ask him for a kiss when you’ve gotten hurt even though you’re healing.

Imagine your surprise when one day, after you had gotten impaled by a lamppost or something, you have your mask tucked up over your nose. And when Peter asks if there’s anything else he can help you with, after he’s patched you up, you pucker your lips and tell him he could kiss you better.

And for once, instead of scoffing and laughing, he actually leans in and kisses you. You immediately bluescreen, eyes wide as saucers as he gives a little grin and salute before he swings off into the night.

After that you crank your advances even more, and you guys share many more kisses before anything becomes official. You’re both dancing around the subject, but there are clear sparks and feelings between you.

Peter still struggles with the fear of losing you and not being enough, and deep down you have many insecurities of your own, but at some point you guys finally become official.

That’s also the first time you get to see him without a mask, if you don’t know each other during your day life. You swoon, flopping down on the ground with an arm over your eyes and a hand on your heart, gushing about how handsome he is.

Peter leaves you completely flustered when he compliments you in return when you take your mask off, especially if you have the usual Deadpool scars. Your yellow and white voices both agree Peter was the right choice.

You guys start officially dating, and going out during the day as much as you do during the night.

You shower him in gifts, since you have a lot of money doing your gun for hire job, compared to his job of the moment. You have a much better finance than he does, since you can work whenever you want compared to him trying to work a day job and also be spiderman.

Some of his coworkers, or most honestly, think you’re weird when you stop by his workplace if he forgot his lunch, or to bring him something.

But they can also see just how smitten you guys are. They’re more likely to be jealous, since their own partners won’t look at them with as much look as you do when looking at Peter.

When you guys move in together, it’s in a brand-new apartment. Peters isn’t big enough for the both of you, and people who want you dead know your current address.

The apartment is kind of a mess, with all your different accessories, weapons, webshooters, suits, the likes, all over the place. But its perfect for you two and just what you need.

Theres just some kind of peace to be with someone who knows the others’ secret identity, and someone you don’t have to worry will get hurt because of your hero, or antihero, work.

Peter still struggles to hold a day job, since you are as scatterbrained as him, or since your own schedule is super wack, so you don’t notice if he’s late or missing work. You could easily finance the both of you, but Peter being Peter won’t accept being a freeloader in his eyes.

Sure, you still kill people for money and just because you feel like it, but it’s a lot less than you use too, and there are moments Peter needs to step in and reel you guys’ in. But it doesn’t lessen the love you guys have for each other in any way, and when things get tough, you always have one another when it matters.

#male reader #spiderman #tasm #peter parker #marvel #andrew garfield #the amazing spiderman #spiderman imagine #spiderman headcanon #spiderman x male reader #spiderman x reader #tasm imagine #tasm headcanon #tasm x male reader #tasm x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker headcanon #peter parker x male reader #peter parker x reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanon #marvel x male reader #marvel x reader #andrew garfield imagine #andrew garfield headcanon #andrew garfield x male reader #andrew garfield x reader #the amazing spiderman imagine #the amazing spiderman headcanon #the amazing spiderman x male reader

[sillylittleguytm]

Thinking about hopeless romantic Copia. It's a silly little guilty pleasure of his, sitting in his chamber after his duties are done for the day, reading dramatic romance novels that he keeps hidden in a drawer next to his bed. No, he's not outright looking for love, he's waiting for it to find him. It's supposed to come naturally. Though, when he's feeling a little too impatient, he likes to fantasize as he's laying down at night.

He's a sucker for a good friends to lovers. Plenty of dancing around each other, longing glances thrown both ways, awkward yet sweet compliments that make each other question if what's there is truly platonic. All of this coming to a climax as one cannot handle it anymore, rushing to the other and spilling all of the feelings that have been bursting at the seams for weeks and sealed with a long kiss bleeding into unchaste territory. They'll have to excuse his overeagerness, he just feels things so deeply that it's hard to imagine that they could feel differently.

Copia would then take the time to court them properly. Every date is practically Valentine's day complete with flowers and a little treat he knows they like. He likes to spoil his lovers. He wants to know every little detail about them that he didn't know before. He goes above and beyond to be the best partner he can be for them, becoming well acquainted with how they like to give and receive love. They like gifts? He'll buy anything that reminds him of them. Words of affirmation? He'll give so many compliments and reassurances punctuated with kisses and laughs whenever he sees fit. Copia just tries so hard to be good for them and as much as he puts effort into that, he wants to receive that same effort back. He deserves it, really. He's completely and utterly devoted and would be over the moon to get even half of that back.

#this is totally not me projecting myself onto him #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #papa emeritus x reader #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iv x reader #headcanon

[lavendermunson]

Gorgeous - steve harrington

chapter 1 of miss americana and the heartbreak prince

summary you are on a break from tour and all of your plans get wrecked by a lovely baseball player.

tags famous!singer!reader and famous!baseball-player!steve. each chapter will have it’s own warnings, none for this one except consumption of alcohol. just pure fluff. i changed the name of the chapter sorryyyyy!!!! no use of y/n

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You’ve reached the half of your tour, and Wednesday’s show was the most energetic. Now you find yourself yearning for some much needed rest during your month-long break. You can already picture yourself making a nest on your bed, doing nothing but sleeping and watching your favorite tv show.

Life takes unexpected turns, it’s Friday now, and one of your friends has invited you to a party. She said it wasn’t a ‘big thing’ but the house was full, the music wasn’t so loud and you wanted to thank the host for it. You miss your bed, and your cats, but it’s also nice to see some of your… friends. Not that you have too many, there’s always a struggle on trusting new people. 

You try to relax your shoulders as you make your way to the kitchen to get a drink. On your way, everyone keeps complimenting you about the successful tour you’ve had.

Since you started making music, the growth of your career has been massive. Rich and famous people often prioritize numbers and records, focused on ‘who does it first’ ‘who wins the next award’ and tons of material shit you don’t care about. You wish someone would appreciate your music as you’ve always seen it, art. It’s an extension of you, a way to feel yourself free while being connected with your fans through truthful and poetic lyrics.

The kitchen is empty, only two people hang around kissing and touching each other like they are invisible. Something in your body aches whenever you get to watch someone giving affection to their partner. It’s inevitable, you yearn for that.

Being a successful person does not always mean you get what you want in your personal life. Sure, you’ve had dates with interesting people but no one sticks around to see the true you. Most of the time they only want to hang out with you, have a date or attend an event only to get their five minutes of fame.

Now that you think about it, maybe you don’t have time to settle down with someone and that’s  disappointing, you really crave for someone to snuggle with and have a fun loving life. Dance around the kitchen, play around at the beach. 

It seems everyone has time for love but you. Everyone does the best, or worst, time on dates while your dates always have paparazzi and people at home watching the pictures, focusing on who you are dating instead of what you do, what you feel, and who you are. It’s more exhausting than performing love songs about fictional people that you’ve created in your head.

You wish your personal life was getting better as your professional life, tour, and travel days are planned, you always get your favorite breakfast, and the love that radiates from the fans makes you glow. It’s a different story when you’re alone in a hotel room, you start to feel like the loneliest person in the world. How can someone perform for 30,000 people and yet feel so alone five hours later?

Being on tour is exhausting, but for a couple of minutes on that stage, you feel powerful. It’s the safest place you have, for now.

You are in desperate need of the strongest drink you can get. So, you reach for a bottle but as you reach for it, a hand is pressed against yours. You gasp at the sudden touch and look up to see who it is.

Famous baseball player Steve Harrington appears from out of nowhere. The touch feels warm, you blush as he looks at you with a grin on his face.

“Soft spot for whiskey? This is my favorite one too” he says, your lips parted as you feel the heat on your face.

Keep. Yourself. Together.

“Uh…” you didn’t even realize it was whiskey, I just grabbed the first thing I could find” you confess, biting your lip as you miss the warmth of his hand. 

“You weren’t going to pour this fine whiskey on that red cup, were you?” a chuckle escapes from his lips. He is cocky, he grins like he is the king of the world, and you… you like it.

“I- I just wanted something stronger than this beer” You let the red solo cup on the table focusing on his movements.

“Let me handle this” he makes his way through the kitchen looking for a cup worthy of his favorite liquor. He manages to get one, it’s not the same one he hand-picked since the party started but he believes it’ll do the job. He adds a couple of ice cubes and pours the whiskey, just the right amount.

As he hands you the cup, your fingers briefly touch, sending shivers down your spine. You don’t know what’s got you so nervous, please, you are the queen of the world right now. 

“Thank you,” you say, taking a sip of the drink. As the liquor travels through your throat, you can feel it burn. It’s a feeling that leaves you pleased, this is exactly what you were looking for. “Wow, it’s delicious”

“I know, the best whiskey in this state,” he says. “I’m Steve Harrington, by the way,” he gets closer to you, his hand reaching out for yours.

You shake his hand, your cheeks feel hotter than ever. “Nice to meet you, I’m-”

“I know who you are,” he whispers, winking with a grin. Letting go of your hand he finishes his drink in a sip. He wipes the corner of his mouth and grabs the bottle of whiskey. “It’s too loud in here, do you want to join me in the backyard?" The house fills with voices as someone else arrives and everyone goes to the front porch to greet them.

“Sure” you nod, now holding your drink between your hands. You follow him to the backyard, small and shy steps– far from your usual confident self.

“Here, I grabbed this blanket earlier. You can sit with me” He offers you a spot on a blanket, sitting down and getting comfortable.

You take another sip of your drink, feeling the whiskey fade the nerves away. “It looks like you had this planned out” You leave your cup on the grass, letting the ice melt a while, to make it less strong. 

He laughs, looking at the stars in the sky. You get lost on his features. The way his nose is perfectly shaped, his eyelashes are long, the little freckles on his face lit up by the yellow little lights in the backyard. “I wanted some space. I have a game on Sunday and I got dragged to this party… I tend to just find a place for myself. It looks like you needed a break too”

You notice how his nose scrunches up when he mentions his game. You bet he didn't know that you were aware of his existence, but you did. It was impossible to dismiss him, he has been one of the biggest and most famous players since the season started. Your dad and your friends talk about him. On tour, some people on your team watch his games before the show since the games are early. His face covers some of the biggest places in the cities you visited on tour. 

“Is it a big game?” you curse yourself, of course it is. But you know nothing about baseball so he lets it pass. He looks at you with a sympathetic smile.

“It is, the team we are going up against is one of the best. I don’t tend to talk about it days before or I will get nervous” he confesses, leaning his head to one side and looking at you like you are the most beautiful jewel in the world.

“I don’t believe you” you laugh, shaking your head.

“What?”

“You, getting nervous. Your team has won over and over because of you, people on my tour team always brag about how you are the best”

Steve blushes at your words. He is fucking blushing and lets out a nervous but cute laugh.

“Don’t tell me you don’t get nervous after a show” his cocky grin comes back, you reach quickly for your cup to take a sip.

“I don’t,” you say.

He leans back, eyes wide. His lips parted in surprise.

“You don’t? How?” he asks.

“I do the same every night. It’s all choreographed, the one who is always nervous is my tour manager. But me. I don’t know” You let your head fall to look at the cup, and you shake it slowly so the ice cubes make a sparkly sound. “When I get on stage my heart just fills with warmth and I know there are people who are having the best time just because of me”

“That sounds very romantic” he searches for your face, and you look at him.

“It’s the closest I will ever get to romance” you sigh, feeling a sense of shared understanding.

“Hey, cheers to that!” he says.

“Cheers!” 

You clink your glasses together. The night slips away, accompanied by Steve, whiskey, and sharing stories.

He is sweet, he has a true passion for his job, loves his career, and his team. You didn’t like to talk about work, but what else would you talk about? Work consumes both of you, it's easy to realize that. He is in every poster, you are in every magazine. Social media is filled with pictures of you, good news, bad news, fake news. 

“It’s comforting to know someone is as married to their job as I am,” he says, his words slurred from the whiskey.

“I don't like to call it a work, it’s more like…” you begin.

“A dream come true,” he finishes for you.

“A dream come true, yes” You agree, feeling your head already spinning, the bridge of your nose hurting and your back giving up after sitting on the grass.

“Can I just tell you.. You are not what people say you are, well, not entirely” he says suddenly, whiskey doesn’t make Steve confident, it makes him dumb.

“What do you mean?” you worry, your body tensing in anticipation.  You’ve read all of the nasty things people have said about you, but it only hurts when it comes from someone you like or care about. Was he about to say something mean?

Steve could never say something hurtful. He respects people so he can be respected in return. He’s experienced the harshness of the media as well, he has somewhat of a bad reputation.

“You are an icon. But right now, you are just… you” he shrugs. “You look so unreal in those magazines and right now you look like a fire in a cold winter” he gets closer to you, and the gap between you disappears. “I mean, you are not just a record breaker, you radiate an energy that makes me... too comfortable for my liking”

“Are you…”

“I am serious,” he says, looking at your face, admiring all of your features. He knows you are cute, perfect, and talented. But now he realizes you are also sweet, you have a warm personality and a calm that surrounds you everywhere you go. “Talking to you made me forget everyone in the world knows my name, it’s like you are the only one who knows me”

“Like we know each other's little secrets?” you ask, reciprocating his feelings. Talking to him also made you forget about the millions of people who are listening to your music every night. That your face is on every little girls’ bedroom wall.

“Like we are each other’s secret” he whispers, so close his liquory breath tingles against your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please” you whisper too, your entire body is burning. What you said earlier wasn’t a lie, you don’t experience romance very often.

“So cute and polite” he rests two of his fingers on your chin to bring you closer. Steve gently presses his lips to yours, moving them softly as you catch up with his movements.

The kiss is slow, but your heart is beating faster than ever. You only get this feeling when you are on stage, he only gets this feeling when he wins. 

His thumb slides to your neck as his fingers rest in your cheek. Your face is between his hands, and you could swear you see stars, a glowing pink aura surrounding the two of you. This feels too good to be true.

When air is needed, both of you separate from each other. You touch his arm to keep him closer as he looks at your face, lips puffy from kissing.

“Guys! Pizza is here” someone inside the house screams, the scent of greasy food making its way to you.

“I don’t know about you but I'm really hungry,” he says, getting up and offering you a hand to help you get up.

“Me too” Your cheeks are still pink, he notices and almost falls on his knees at how adorable you look. You take his hand and get up, your chest bumps against his. 

“There is one thing everyone says and it's that you are beautiful” he looks at you with his pretty brown eyes.

“Do you agree?” you ask.

“You are fucking gorgeous”

You laugh, getting on your tippy toes to leave a kiss on his cheek.

“We are each other’s little secret, remember?”

You nod in agreement, understanding the secret bond you now share. Steve smiles and drops your hand, disappearing into the house. You let out a big sigh, you are so going to make a song about this, but for now, it’s a secret you’ll keep locked away from the world.

I hope you like this series, feedback is appreciated! don't forget to REBLOG TO SUPPORT THE AUTHOR! . ♡

DISCLAIMER. you already know who inspired this, I want to clarify i mean no harm for the people in real life and what happens in this is just inspired by them, it's not based on true events. comment to be part of the tag list!

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Heyyyy me again so I had requested the mini Thems right for Tom and bill and I love reading dance mom bill so how bout dance mom bill and dance mom Tom???!!! So like the girls are always on the same team always having duets messing with eachother while getting ready for comps help ing eachother get ready ? I LOVE THAT IDEA!!! So you don’t have to do it but I think it’s a cool idea 😎

(Hello! Glad to see your back and of course! This is very cute and all and I love it!)

Dance!Moms!Bill & Tom

Bill is obviously very good at this shit

He's been at it for a very long time

But Tom somehow manages to be even better

He had no clue what he was doing half the time and somehow ended up doing hair better than Bill

You guys were raised like twins just as Bill and Tom were raised

So it's very much given that both you and your cousin do almost everything the other does

Including dance!

When you guys got invited to be on the show Dance Moms, you were very excited and so was your cousin

Mainly for the friends and just the dancing

You and your cousin loved competitions

You guys are always each other's duet partner

You both look very similar, due to your dad's being identical twins so you guys have a lot of the same features

You guys compliment one another so well on stage and the chemistry (platonic, weirdos) is very natural

And there is already that level of trust within one another they makes it very easier

Tom didn't think he would be very much in dance or be the father to spend money, time and tears on watching his daughter on stage

But now he is in the crowd every time, getting you the best costume along with Bill, song both of your hair and him and Bill giving the best pep talks

Tom has definitely shed some tears and Bill never lets it go even if he was also crying

They love the fact that y'all have that one specific thing just for the two of you

It sorta reminds them of themselves as they grew up in the band

The fact that you both share that and grow up together with it just gives them that extra bit of comfort

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz imagines #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x you

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Werewolf Au! Jungkook x Reader / Enemies to Lovers [Angst and mature content. Not smut but almost smut.] Summary: Jungkook finally found her. His mate. His lifelong partner. But she's a human. Does he have to stay with her or can he stick it to whatever and whoever binds mates together and make his own decision?

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The last two months were fairly interesting. First, you finally started a new job. Second, your best friend threw a massive birthday party out of the blue where she met her long time boyfriend and the rest of his group for the first time. And third, you learned that mythical creatures, werewolves specifically, are in fact real.

Your best friend, Jennie, threw a massive birthday bash inviting what seemed like half the city they resided in. This came as a surprise because together you were pretty sure that between you and Jennie, you guys only knew about 5 people including each other. When questioned about the extravagant decision, Jennie grinned from ear to ear barely able to contain her excitement. The party was planned by Taehyung and all the people invited were people Taehyung knew. Which then proceeded your second question, who is Taehyung? Where did this man come from? And why is he willing to throw such a grand birthday party for Jennie? To your nth surprise, Taehyung and Jennie had been dating for almost a year and a half. Whiplash after whiplash was what you received on what was supposed to be a chill catch up with your best friend of almost a decade. You asked and pressed Jennie about why you were only learning about Taehyung now but Jennie would only shrug or try to change the topic. After an hour of interrogation, you finally gave up trying to get an answer out of Jennie instead, choosing to live with the gut wrenching feeling of betrayal and disappointment that your best friend would hide something so important for a year and a half.

Leading up to Jennie’s birthday, you were a bit avoidant and extremely passive aggressive. Who hides a significant other for that long from their very best friend? You didn’t know if this feeling of betrayal would go away anytime soon and if you’d recover from all the shock Jennie put you through before her birthday happened.

And then her fucking birthday happened.

It started off with a teary hug at Jennie’s place with a stream of apologies from the birthday girl and you guys were beginning to make amends. Then Taehyung and his group came by to predrink. You remember thinking you had just met a whole classroom of people but to your surprise (again), one person was missing-he was sick according to the tall guy, Namjoon. There wasn’t a lot of time for you to process a single thing before everyone was rushed out the door and pushed into a limo. In the short time you were able to think, you knew only two things: One, Taehyung and his friends were fine as hell and two, there was something different about them that you couldn’t quite figure out.

The night continued with a bunch of dancing, drinking and Taehyung’s eyes glowing a bright amber color complimented by the most terrifying growl that pierced through the loud music playing before breaking someone’s nose and splitting his eyebrow open because he groped Jennie’s ass on the dancefloor.

As chaos broke loose, all you could remember were Taehyung’s friends pushing and screaming at people to leave the club and Jennie trying to talk you out of the very obvious anxiety attack you were having but all you could stream together from Jennie were “full moon” and “it’s okay”. Once the crowd dissipated and all that was left were Jennie, Taehyung, his friends and your fragmented mind that was when Jennie revealed why she kept Taehyung hidden for so long.

Because he and the rest of his friends were werewolves and humans aren’t really supposed to know.

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“Goodnight guys!” you chimed as you entered the elevator.

Jealous faces of your coworkers waved back halfheartedly before the doors closed signalling the start of your holiday break. You leaned against the cool metal walls and let out a heavy sigh. This new job was fun and you was learning a lot but you days can be so hectic that sometimes all you’re able to eat during lunch are two cups of coffee and pen caps that you had a habit of biting when deep in thought. Your department had finished what was needed before the entire company got to go on a two week break for the holidays on time and as much as you were ready to enjoy holiday festivities, all you wanted to do was go home and take the biggest nap of your life.

The drive home from work was completely unmemorable, in fact, you were pretty much on autopilot the whole time. Your brain felt like tv static and you were more than sure that a two maybe three hour nap would bring some life back to you. It wasn’t until you were pulling into the driveway that something suddenly woke up you up. Despite making it home, you sat in her car frozen, unable to move. With it being winter time, it was already dark at 5pm and the only source of lights were from your car headlights and dim street lamps in your neighbourhood. Something didn’t feel right and you couldn’t figure out where this sudden source of anxiety was flaring from. You had also never felt this feeling before. It felt like sparks of electricity were dancing on your arms as waves of warmth kept pulsating throughout your body. This foreign feeling sent your brain into a fight or flight mindset but all you could do was freeze. As the minutes ticked by, she mustered up the courage to reach for her keys to turn her car off but just as she reached for her keys, she saw a quick burst of movement and a then large shadow.

“Holy shit!” she gasped, jerking back into her seat.

That electric feeling was now surging throughout her entire body and hot flashes radiated through her chest at full force. Standing in front of her car was a man with amber eyes; the lights from her headlights made his eyes glow even more so. Though she was now in full panic mode, her mind was completely hypnotized by him. He had broad shoulders and long dark hair that rested on his shoulders. The white shirt he had on clung onto his body allowing her to see the definitions of his torso. She was able to make out a small scar on his cheek as well. As much of a human as he looked, she knew she had seen those amber eyes before. Werewolf. Despite his intimidating looks and the nature of his being, he seemed just as shocked as she was. They stayed still, staring at each other for what felt like hours. That foreign feeling from just minutes ago now amplified. The sound of a group of people talking as they were walking down the streets broke their trance. She turned her neck instinctively to see who the group of strangers were and when she turned back, he was gone. She sat in her car, breathing laboured and eyes completely wide open. Once the situation finally dawned on her, something snapped and a strew of “holy fuck” and “what the fuck” spewed out of her mouth as she scrambled to shove everything in her bag before running into the safety of her home. Her brain was going a million miles an hour and the nap she was so excited to take earlier was completely out of the question.

Jungkook ran and ran, the ice cold air of winter slicing his arms. He was nearing home but had to stop and pant. For the first time in his life, he was panting. It felt like he was suffocating and the deep gulps of air he was taking wasn’t helping. He leaned up against a tree placing his hands on his thighs and crouching over to catch his breath.

He smelled her the moment Jennie came over to their house.

Jennie’s arrival was expected as she practically lived at the pack's house. They were wary of having a human in their territory but seeing as she was Taehyung’s mate, they grew fond of her rather quickly. Jennie had been trying to convince the entire pack to meet her best friend but plenty of excuses were made to avoid allowing an unknown person crossing into their territory. Jungkook didn’t think twice about it and frankly he didn’t care. As long as his pack was happy and healthy, he’d let the rest of them figure out what to do with Jennie’s best friend. When it was Jennie’s birthday, it was a unanimous agreement to throw her a big party and finally meet this person in Jennie’s life. If they weren't partying in their territory, everything was fair game. Unfortunately, Jungkook was going through heat that week and had to be locked up at home just in case his primal instincts took over and he was an uncontrollable beast to control. Going through heat without a mate was a painful thing to endure and werewolves are the most sensitive during this time. Their temper was unpredictable and their inhibition gone.

Today went on like a regular day. Jungkook stayed home with the rest of his brothers planning what to do for winter. When Jennie arrived, Taehyung complimented her new sweater to which Jennie replied that it wasn’t her sweater but her best friends. Jennie had borrowed her sweater over the weekend and meant to return it but it was so comfy, she didn’t want to. Her scent was faint due to Jennie but it was enough to encompass all of Jungkook’s senses. Something new unlocked in his body and all he needed at the moment was to find her.

“Jungkook?” Namjoon suddenly called out, stopping Jungkook in his tracks.

Unbeknownst to Jungkook, he had suddenly gotten up in the middle of a group conversation and was making his way to the door. When he turned around to face all of the curious eyes looking at him, he realized that his movements were made by instinct not choice.

“What?” Jungkook answered.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok asked slowly, taking note of the sudden color change in Jungkook’s eyes.

Jungkook’s brows furrowed not knowing why his pack seemed to be tiptoeing around him and why they were keeping him away from her.

“I’m fine. Just going for a run.” Jungkook answered again before hastily leaving.

Jungkook had no idea where he was going but he was running at full speed. He allowed his body to go wherever it was pulling him towards. He knew his destination was near when her scent grew stronger until he was standing in front of her car staring into her wide doe eyes through her windshield.

They stared at each other, neither of them moving a muscle. This feeling he felt only meant one thing.

He found his mate. And his mate is a fucking human.

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“Are you okay?” Namjoon’s voice pulling Jungkook out of his nth trance.

“If someone asks me that one more time I am going to lose it.” Jungkook groans, shoving his face into his hands and pulling his hair.

Namjoon raises his hands and lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Okay let me try again,” Namjoon starts, “what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks, his voice muffled by his hands.

Namjoon leans back in his chair and drums his fingers against the armrest. He was usually a man with great patience accompanied by a gentle demeanour. The pack appointed him as their leader and he took that title very seriously. Namjoon never made choices impulsively and considered each and everyone of his pack members. His outlook on life and hours spent studying their ancient roots made Namjoon the go-to person whenever any of the members had an issue they needed to resolve. But when the youngest member suddenly gets up to “go for a run” in the middle of a discussion and storms through the front door upon his return, demanding to speak to Namjoon in private and then proceeding to ignore all of Namjoon’s questions, he was beginning to get a little impatient.

Namjoon stares at the candle flickering on his desk trying to figure out how to navigate Jungkook’s sudden outburst. His eyes then start to scan his study before landing on his bookshelves lined with ancient knowledge and information regarding all mythical creatures dead or alive. He was hoping he could find a title that helped deal with a young brat pack member with a sudden attitude of a teenager going through the worst emo phase of their life. Namjoon allowed more silence to fall between him and Jungkook before speaking.

“Jungkook, I can’t help you unless you talk to me.” Namjoon says, his voice calm and soothing.

“I don’t need help.” Jungkook’s muffled voice responds.

Jungkook knew he was being difficult but there were so many emotions bubbling inside of his body that he couldn’t think straight. He didn’t even know what he needed at the moment making it difficult to respond to any questions or ask any questions.

Namjoon shakes his head and finally leans forward. He begins to organize the papers on his desk to study later tonight. If the younger one wanted to be stubborn for no reason, then there was nothing Namjoon could do.

“Okay well you can sit there and seethe for no reason then or leave my study so I can-“

“Are mates set in stone? Like you have to be with them?” Jungkook asks, his face no longer in his hands.

Taken back by both his question and the sudden change in Jungkook’s attitude, Namjoon stops his movements to look at Jungkook’s face. His eyes were still amber and the younger one looked distressed.

“Like all living beings, we have freewill which means we get to make our own decisions.” Namjoon answers, leaning in towards Jungkook to see if he can catch onto any other emotion.

“No I know that,” Jungkook groans as he grabs his hair again, “I mean like can you be with someone else even if you know who your mate is? What if you and your mate don’t get along at all? Like-like doesn’t this whole fate and destiny thing sound like bull shit to you? If we all have free will then why is there a bond created for us?”

Completely flabbergasted again, Namjoon eyes dart between his desk and Jungkook. Jungkook had never once taken interest in searching for his mate, not because he didn’t want to but it was just something he didn’t prioritize. Up until this moment, Jungkook had lived his life without a care in the world. It wasn’t like the youngest one to suddenly care about something he never thought of before and feel so strongly towards this subject. The wheels in Namjoon’s head were working overtime trying to figure out an answer to Jungkook’s question and his demeanour.

“Jungkook…” Namjoon’s eyes widen slightly, “did you meet your mate?”

Jungkook’s whole body tenses and his hands form into fists in his lap.

“No,” he answers quickly and sternly, “I’m just curious.”

The air grew heavy and Namjoon senses that Jungkook was lying but he still wanted to answer Jungkook’s concerns honestly to ease whatever stress he was dealing with.

“Well,” Namjoon sighs, “yes and no to your first question. Mates are chosen for us the moment we’re born. How? I’m not sure. All I know is that there is some force out there that binds us to a certain being that we’re meant to share a lifetime with. For our species, our mates heighten our powers and vice versa. Our mates also give us a purpose, the purpose is different for each person. The second half of your question...you don’t have to be with your mate but I’m not sure why you wouldn’t want to be. There have been cases of mates not being together but mainly due to arranged marriages for shared territory. There is a bond between you and your mate that is indescribable but only the two of you would understand.”

Jungkook takes a few minutes to process Namjoon’s words. In the back of his head, he already knew the answer but he was hoping for another answer. One that’s less “it’s written in the stars” and more “you can do whatever you want because mates aren’t real”. But that feeling that ran through his body where every cell of his body felt like it was on fire when he saw her only proved Namjoon’s sentiment.

“But what about humans and wolves? Like Taehyung and Jennie. You said that mates heighten each other's powers. Humans don’t have what we have.” Jungkook asks, now looking at Namjoon.

Namjoon could not figure out why the younger one had a look of desperation on his face.

“I think any human that has to encounter what we encounter without freaking out on a daily basis is pretty strong to me. I can’t even count the amount of times Jennie has seen Taehyung kill rouge wolves and hellhounds without flinching,” Namjoon attempts a smile to reassure Jungkook but it comes out rather awkward, “besides don’t forget Jungkook, humans and wolves use to work together to fend off our enemies. Human mates aren’t-”

“All you need to do is imprint on them right? Just a bite or whatever and that bond is sealed?” Jungkook cuts Namjoon off again.

“Yes.” Namjoon answers, sure that Jungkook would cut him off again if he extends his answer.

“Anyone?” Jungkook asks again, his eyes darker.

“Yes Jungkook,” Namjoon hesitates, “anyone.”

Not needing or wanting to hear anymore from Namjoon, Jungkook gets up and silently leaves Namjoon’s study. His ears were ringing and his heart was beating at a concerning pace. Growing up, Jungkook only heard stories of how magical it is to meet your mate and how the world would fall together and all that sappy shit. However, all he could feel was anger and confusion. Fuck the mantra he thought, if he is able to choose anyone to be his mate then that was what he was going to do.

#choices #bts fanfic #bts werewolf au #jungkook fanfic #jungkook werewolf #jimin #taehyung #namjoon #hoseok #yoongi #bts smut #bts

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Spiderverse ship headcanon

Aka I got shipper fluff on the brain

I, a silly multi shipper think Miguel x Peter x MJ x Lyla is very cute

They have m any dynamics!!! Like with Miguel and Lyla, they have this teasing bond

Or with Miguel and Peter is a slow coworker x friend x lover type of deal!!

I like to think that MJ and Lyla would get along, MJ think that Lyla is a cool and awesome AI/person while Lyla amare how kind and patient MJ is

It’s a bit hard to show Lyla affection since she’s an AI but her partners give her compliments and air kisses

There is a lot of unintentional flirting??!!?

It’s MJ and Lyla’s fault.

They can’t help it! They love to flirt with their boyfriends

They like to see Peter being flustered while Miguel try’s to be stoic only to break into a smile

The group is very physical, be it any kind.

Also mayday has like 4 parents now. It’s great and may loves her family

Lyla, Peter, and Miguel would absolutely buy anything for mayday if she ask. They love their kid.

Mayday would also grow up in a bilingual household

Mj likes to dance and she’s grab any of her partners to dance with her

Cue random 3am dancing since half of this group has shitty sleep schedule

They have lots of nicknames for each other.

Another ship I think is cute is Gwen x Miles x Pavtir x Gayatri

I image that ship is like to the max fluffy and teeth rotting cute.

Pav makes flower crown? Aw gotta make some for my datemates!!

Gayatri doing her modeling? You know miles, Gwen and Pav would be in the front being awestruck

Separately each couple would be physically hold or have lingered touch and cute little nicknames

But all 4?? There going to be a hour long cuddle session (unless someone is have a bad day or is overwhelmed by to much touch)

So. Many. Nicknames. (Baby? Yeah? No I was talking to Gwen, oh! Sorry honey.)

I can see Miles and Gayatri being decent cooks while Pavtir and Gwen being good bakers

They all like to give each other treat to taste test.

They all have match brackets or necklaces

And sweaters and hoodies

Which leads to many “boy-stealing hoodie” moments. Non of them mind, unless said article of clothing was needed at that moment

I can see them playing or braiding each others hair???? Like putting beads in Miles’s hair or braiding Gayatri’s

Miles is the type of make a bunch of drawing as gifts of his partners while Gwen like to make playlists as gifts

Pavtir like to take photos and make a big photo album

Other ships

Hobie x Noir aka powerful nerds

Peni x Margo aka nerdy cyber girlfriends

Hobie and noir would definitely dance and sing to the radio and vinyls

Hobie gives Noir a jacket with a few patches

Peni and Margo would be the type of gf who just like to be in each other company

Penni working on a project? Margo is sitting bye while reading

Margo talking about fashion? Peni is laying down on her bed and listening

Peni and Margo would also cuddle and binge watch/rant about anime.

They try to find the worst anime and the best from each other’s universe

Hobie and Noir would also like to be in each other company too

Noir is reading? Hobie has his legs in Noir’s lap

Hobie is playing his guitar? Noir is leaning his back against hobie’s.

Hobie and noir are more action then words couple

Peni and Margo are more of a words over action.

#my thoughts #fandom #my headcanons #multishipper #across the spider verse #spiderverse headcanon #spiderverse #pbm&ms #pavitr prabhakar #gayatri atsv #miles x Gwen x pavitr x gayatri #ghostflower #chaiflower #hobie x noir #noirpunk #peni x Margo #<what is their ship name? #hobie brown #peni parker #miles morales #gwen stacy #long post #ship stuff

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Little things they like

Seungcheol

when you stay up late waiting for him to return home after work, with dinner all ready. if you fall asleep while waiting he would feel extremely bad but still so happy that you give him such importance. him being your first priority makes him reassured and loved.

Jeonghan

talking about the most random stuff while laying in each others' arms is literally the most jeonghan thing in the world. he'd just love those moments and would want to have them going on for days. also play with his hands please he'll love it. like holding his hands, tracing your fingers along his, lacing them together and doing just whatever light gestures. he's going to LOVE it.

Jisoo

sharing little details and random occurrences of your day. Tell him you thought of him everytime you walked past the cute lil cafe on your way to work, he'd just smile like ^_^. Or talk about how you would rather have 276 dinners with his menace friends than having one boring company dinner.

Junhui

Jun would love your energy when you're with his members and how well you get along with them. He's lived with his members for almost half of his life and they're like family to him, so he would feel as if you fit well into his family and he would feel a lot more open and comfortable around you. He would watch with a lil smile and maybe even get shy over your playful banter with seungkwan over who loves him more.

Soonyoung

Hoshi will absolutely combust if you took interest in his daily activities and hobbies. He would love it when you tag along to dance practices and hype him and his team up. He would love it even more if you were willing to learn the new choreos he's made for their new comeback. Also yes, the horanghae, if you ever tell him you actually liked his tiger agenda, then you're in for some (a lot, lot) love and affection.

Wonwoo

Wonwoo would appreciate it, if you took notice of the little things about him. When you always remember how he can't have seafood and you avoid having it when he's with you, when you provide him with hotpacks during the cold days because you knew how he'd get cold easily, when you fix his hair just as he was about to step out for schedule. He'll LOVE it. He just loves the thought of you being so attentive and considerate to every small detail about him.

Jihoon

Holding his hand. Jihoon has this side of him where he's utterly whipped for you but nah he's not being obvious about it. When you randomly hold his hand while you're by his side in the studio as you watch him review the songs made for their new album, and on top it you place a light peck on the back of his hand GOOD LORD. he was already off track when you held his hand but now excuse me there's the endgame final battle going on in his tummy BUT the outcome of your gesture is just a lil smile on his face, which means absolutely a lot.

Seokmin

everything tbh. he's the sweetest and purest soul to ever exist and his partner is what he considers to be the most important thing to him in his life. so he likes anything and everything about you and your relationship and he's so committed like goodness god. you change your style, good he likes it. you hate someone, he hates them. he literally does anything for you oh my he's so in love with you, head to toe and inside-out.

Mingyu

we all know how clingy mingyu is. he appreciates it when you give him all your attention. like it's one of his daily needs. you're watching a movie, you still need to give him glances or converse with him. you're working and he's always pestering you about this and that. like he's desperate okay, it makes him so happy for some reason. he needs you to focus on him and him only.

Minghao

minghao is living art, visually and personality wise too. he'll love it if you were creative and willing to work with him on various things. if you originally did not have a creative side, this man will do everything to bring it out and he helps you explore yourself.

Seungkwan

complimenting him. he wore a new pair of shoes and he's going to purposefully walk back forth in front of you until you complimented his choice and tell him that they suit him well. once you were on your couch, talking about this and that as you rested your head on his chest. you looked up at him and maybe it was the dim lighting of your living room or it was just him, but he looked absolutely ethereal. so you said it out loud. he stopped mid sentence as he smiled the widest you've ever seen before his face turned red. he just likes the fact that you appreciate his existence and company. he feels reassured and satisfied with himself.

Vernon

vernon's is almost similar to hoshi's but a lil specific. watch his favourite movies and listen to all his playlists along with him and you're automatically his favourite person in the whole universe. he loves to interpret different things in movies with you, predict the endings, talk about how the plot would've been better, all the positives and negatives. we also know how vernon basically had his headphones glued to his ears so if you have the same music taste as him, or you were willing to explore his kind of music he's going to love it.

Chan

the bickering, followed by tooth rotting sweet gestures. one minute you two are arguing over stuff like best pizza toppings, it's almost like you both are going to fist fight and then the world blinks, y'all are all sweet and loving. like hello?!? what just happened? bickering is like a daily activity you do together and it's chan's absolute favorite one. he loves how playful and real he can be with you, not caring about a single thing.

#!~kayz's works #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt reactions #kpop reactions #svt #scoups #joshua #jeongh #wonwoo #hoshi #jun #the8 #mingyu #dokyeom #seungkwan #vernon #dino #lee chan

[marleyybluu]

Fezco x f!reader

WC: 1.1k

Warnings: I made this as fluffy and sweet as I could. shitty ending cus my attention span can't take it anymore lol

A/N: yes. another one. I said I was feeding yall fez content. quick write up to distract myself from finishing the long ones 🤪didn't know what to title it sorry lol

Growing up you didn't have an interest in being someone's wife, let alone a mother. For years you swore up and down you'd just be the aunty who occasionally kept her nieces and nephews for a week. And then you met him, and your whole persona changed, you found yourself doing domesticated shit and actually enjoying it.

He made it worth it. Your friends and even your siblings constantly stated how shocked they were to see you so in love, so sprung. He brought out the best in you and you hoped you were doing the same for him.

But in his daily activities, you saw the appreciation he had for you. The adoration in those pretty blue eyes, the blush that would creep on his face whenever he looked at you reminded you how he felt the same way he did.

And so one day, you married him. It was a small gathering, both of you didn't have a lot of family and friends so it was pretty intimate but truthfully you didn't want like three hundred guests at your feet anyway. You two were becoming each other's family so only the close ones needed to be there. The ceremony was quick but the reception lasted all night, it was too much fun, enjoying yourself as you saw your new husband let loose and actually dance, lip sync love songs to you with a huge grin on his face.

You knew you made a great decision in choosing your partner.

At the time you were still unsure of kids, and he knew that, said you're the one carrying so whatever you were good with, he was good with. So you went two years married without children, but eventually, you saw something that helped you make a decision. When your younger sister had her baby and asked Fez if he wanted to hold her, to your surprise he said yes. And seeing that little blanket in his arms, the way he looked down at her and smiled. You knew.

Knew that you wanted him to experience it for himself, knew that you'd have no regrets in changing your mind. Younger you would be shocked at how one person made you switch teams.

Next thing you knew you had your own little person growing inside, and Fez took great care of you, took over everything in the house that half the time you had to ask if he wanted help which most of the time he declined but you'd help anyway.

For those nine months, you watched him transform into a dad, getting the nursery together on his own as a surprise to you and he did an amazing job. And the night you went into labour you'd never seen him so calm and ready, for a first-time father he was not freaking out.

When your son was born you'd seen him shed a few tears, he repeatedly praised you and thanked you for providing another person to love. You got to see how attentive he was, rushing over to the baby at every little sound and squirm, hardly wanting to put him down. You had to pry your child out of his arms. He looked like Fez, got his eyes and a bit of ginger was noticed in his slick hair. His placenta perm as you called it, you both laughed.

For the next four years, he taught his son almost everything he could, how to brush his teeth, how to ride a bike, how to ride a scooter-- before he started school, hell before he could even walk, he'd been teaching how to read and write, do basic math and so on.

It made you want another, so bad, you'd give him a stadium full of kids if it meant seeing him like that.

Which led up to today, you looked down at your little girl in your arms. You gave birth the day before and it started all over again, you never knew you had so much room in your heart. You officially had three people living there. Fez sat on the bed with you looking at her, the small sighs that left her pouty lips.

"She's fucking beautiful." He complimented, his hand carefully ghosting over her hair. She gave you more heartburn than the last one. "She is." You cooed tapping her nose. While you stared down at you could feel his eyes darting over to you, you turned to face him, knowing what was coming.

"Thank you, for everything, for my family." You bent your lips in to hide your obviously growing smile. "I wouldn't have done it for anyone else."

"I love you." He murmured leaning over to press his lips against yours. "I love you more."

There was a soft knock at the door, it creaked open giving you a peek at your mother's head. "Can we come in?" She whispered, you nodded, she opened it wider allowing your son and Fez's brother Ashtray inside. "Hi, Mommy." Your son smiled, he pulled away from his uncle and rushed over to you with a bouquet of flowers. "I brought these for you."

You could cry. "Thank you, my baby. Can you put them on the table for Mommy?"

He nodded and tried his best to put on the surface but he needed a bit of help so Fez helped him. He put sanitizer on his little hands and Fez placed him on the bed next to you. "Is that my sister?"

"Yes, this is your sister." You answered teary-eyed. His little hand reached over to rest on the blanket. "She's tiny."

"She is, you were this size once."

He laughed, just staring at her the same way Fez did. "Would you like to hold her?" He quickly nodded, Fez helped him position his hands and placed a pillow under them, you carefully rested the little one in his arms. He giggled nervously when she moved around but she settled in his hold. "I like her."

Fez laughed kissing his head. "We're glad you like her bud."

You looked up at your husband and winked. Your moment was interrupted by a serious question from your young one. "Can I have another one?"

"Another what?"

"Baby sister, I want two."

You covered your mouth to muffle your laughter, Fez turned his head away to hide his. "Um," Your voice was shaky. "When she gets to be as tall as you, Dad and I will talk about it."

"Don't worry, you'll get another one soon." Fez chimed in, you looked up to protest but honestly... he was right.

You'd probably have another sooner than you think.

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[outsideratheart]

16 Dancing to Christmas music with esme morgan

A/N: Day ten of the Christmas advent calendar.

Everything with Esme was easy, natural almost. When you told her you were in love with her it was like you were reunited with your missing half. She was your best friend, your partner in crime, the best girlfriend you could ever ask for.

When it came to the Manchester City Christmas night out you found yourself spending most of the night on the dance floor, your dance partners changing with every song that gets played.

“I’m really proud of you Ez” you whisper as you order a round of drinks.

“And I’m proud of you my euros champion” she replies with a compliment of her own.

The summer was wild but Esme remained by your side every step of the way. She travelled across the country to support you, seeing her in the crowd at every game gave you purpose, you wanted to win for her just as much as yourself.

“I mean it Esme. The way you came back from your injury is admirable and you made your senior debut. We have several reasons to celebrate”

The moment quickly became sentimental as you praise your girlfriend for her strength. She has never been good at taking compliments so when she pulls you back to the dance floor, drink in hand, you are not surprised.

Fairytale of New York blares through the speakers as the city girls sing it just as loud, if not louder.

“You scumbag, you maggot” you shout as you swing Esme round.

“You cheap lousy faggot” she sings back to you.

These are the nights you lived for. The nights were you weren’t professional footballers. You allowed yourself to be a normal 23 year old on a night out with your girlfriend and your friends.

When ‘do they know it’s Christmas?’ begins to play it’s as if everyone in Manchester is on the dance floor. Everyone singing the chorus in unison.

“You are the greatest Christmas present I could ask for” Esme pulls you close you to her as you dance to the music.

“I’ll remind you that when you have no presents to open on Christmas Day” you tease her knowing that she knew what she was getting from you for Christmas.

She has a knowing look in here eye but it was a look that was only reserved for you.

“I don’t care as long as I get to unwrap you” she knows the affect her words have on you and in this public place you cannot do anything about it, this again was something she knew.

“I won’t wait until Christmas Day” it was a promise and warning, 2 in 1.

“I say we go home now then” Esme tries to pull you off the dance floor.

When you hear the next song play you pull her back. It is a song that always get played in the Morgan household during Christmas.

Baby it’s cold outside by Tom Jones & Cerys Mathews.

“It’s our song” Esme says as the intro plays.

“Technically it’s your parent’s song that has been handed down to us” you correct her.

Like always she sings the Cerys Mathews part whilst you sing the Tom Jones part.

The moment was yours and yours alone. Nobody joined you, well they didn’t interrupt you. They watched you as you swayed to the beat, holding each other close and going back and forth with whispers that they couldn’t hear.

“Ah but it's cold outside” Esme closes the distance between you as she sings the second to last line.

“Bloody, freezin' ain't it” you laugh when you sing the last and your favourite line of the song.

#christmas ficlet #woso x reader #Esme Morgan x reader #mcwfc x reader #engwnt x reader

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Vampire Masquerade - Drake

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support cybird by buying their stories. Spoilers under the cut. Expect mistakes.

Tonight, I've been invited to a masquerade filled with dark secrets and dangerous vampiric desires hidden beneath a beautiful mask.

Napoleon: "Heh. You can dance better than I thought, masked lady."

Mitsuki: "I'm honored by your compliment, masked emperor."

Giggling and stepping to the melody played by the orchestra, another masked man came up to me.

Arthur: "Sorry to ruin your fun, but I'm next."

Mitsuki: "Nice to meet you, masked detective."

An invitation was offered to me from Napoleon to Arthur.

Tonight we were enjoying a masquerade ball, pretending not to know each other's identity.

(Hehe, this is like a fun game.)

And so, in turn, I took the hands of everyone in the mansion.

After bowing at the end of the dance, I started to return to my table when several men lined up to block my way.

Man 1: "Will you dance with me next?"

Man 2: "No. I'm sure I can lead you better."

Mitsuki: "Um..."

(I appreciate the invitation, but I don't know what I would do if they approached me all at once!)

Speechless, someone suddenly offered his hand to me.

???: "Excuse me."

A lone man appeared and lifted my free hand as if being snatched up by a wave.

Masked Man: "Will you allow this man who has taken your hand to be your partner, Mademoiselle?"

(This guy...!)

I nodded thoughtfully, and the guy laughed mischievously behind his mask.

Even though his face was half hidden, it was impossible not to notice his smile.

After the other men left, I called out to him quietly.

Mitsuki: "Thanks for earlier, but I was surprised you were at the ball too, Drak一"

"Drake"

I couldn't finish saying it as he placed his index finger against my lips.

Masked Man: "Tonight, we're just a man and a woman hiding behind a mask."

Masked Man: "A masquerade ball is a social gathering where people forget about each other's identities and relationships, innit?"

Mitsuki: "Ah..."

Taking me by the hand, we stepped onto the center of the dance floor, and the orchestra began to play the next song.

(He's right. I should enjoy it as much as I can.)

I leaned into the hand around my waist and stepped to the music.

The way he led the dance was surprisingly graceful, and I felt like I was seeing a different side of him from the masculinity and swagger I knew.

Then, without slowing down, he asked me:

Masked Man: "Hey, you were dancing with a lot of guys earlier."

(Does he mean everyone in the mansion? So he saw that.)

Masked Man: "Are they all your lovers?"

Mitsuki: "N-No! But I live with them, and they're important to me."

Seeing me get flustered, his eyes under his mask narrowed in amusement.

Masked Man: "Well, you guys looked close, but..."

The next moment, my legs were floating softly in the air.

I involuntarily put my hands around his neck as he hugged my waist and lifted me, his breath touching my ear.

Masked Man: "Seeing you smiling and dancing with them made me want to steal you away and get my fangs up."

(............)

His low voice, infused with a strange sweetness, sent shivers down my spine.

Still holding me in his arms, speechless, he made a spinning turn and slowly lowered me to the floor as the song ended.

Masked Man: "Have a nice night, Your Majesty."

Mitsuki: "M-Merci."

He looked like a knight as he placed his hat on his chest and bowed.

My heart was still wildly pounding when he turned on his heel and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Arthur: "Mitsuki?"

Mitsuki: "Arthur."

Arthur: "I'm here to pick you up. You were surrounded by men earlier, so I thought I'd help you."

Arthur: "But then you started dancing with one of them."

Mitsuki: "I see. I just danced to one song. I'm fine. Sorry for worrying you."

Arthur: "Well, that's OK. I'm glad you're having fun."

(It was fun, but...)

As I walked behind Arthur, about to return to our seats, I thought back to what had happened a few moments ago.

(What did he mean when he said, "I want to steal you away"?)

The masquerade ball was just a one-night affair, so there may not be a deeper meaning to it.

(I'm glad I'm wearing a mask. I'm pretty sure I'm blushing.)

I couldn't seem to control my cheeks from burning up.

The man, Drake, stepped onto the deserted balcony and secretly took off his mask.

Drake: "That lil' fawn."

Drake: "I can't believe she's a treasured possession of those vampires."

Despite the face he showed Mitsuki, his expression under the mask was as cold as the sea at night.

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#ikemen vampire #ikevamp francis #ikevamp drake #francis drake #ikevamp jp #ikevamp #ikevamp spoilers #cybird #ikevamp translations #ikevamp arthur

[megumiswife4]

Pairings ~ Megumi x Fem Reader

Warnings ~ slow burn, (possible smut in later chapters), aged-up Fushiguro (as well as other characters), 18+ only PLEASE.

WC ~ 3.4k

Chapter 3 ⤵️

Entwined Shadows 4

Theme song: Falling - Emilee

The beautiful multicolored luminescent lights filled through this dark misty night club, multiple bodies dancing against one another through each and every beat of the music, the smell of alcohol filled the air. Groups of women drunkenly laugh at one another helping the friend who had over consumed her drinks, men raving over their millionth drink of the night, coursing their friend to take the next shot. This place lived up to those expectations that were told of the locals, this was the place to be if you’re looking for a good time and for a memorable one. The environment embodied eroticism and excitement, it also lured in those who were just looking for time to pass with others and music enjoyment.

“Wow… uh… this is definitely different from the last place we went to.” Itadori announced, blankly staring into the crowd.

“Itadori we’re in a nightclub, it’ll be different from just a karaoke bar.” Y/n laughingly said, nudging at his shoulder.

All four stood barside ordering their designated drinks from the bartender, trying to speak to one another over the deafening music. It was just too hard to hear one another’s voices, it felt as if we were all in a screaming match.

Megumi turned to y/n smiling a bit, as he nudged at her wrist leaning into her. “Let me buy you a drink y/n” he exclaimed.

“What why?! Spending time with you and our friends is more than enough.” She giggled, as her bright red cheeks flushed. It most definitely was the alcohol… she’s buzzed.

“Well it’s for the experience for the both of us.” Megumi blurted out, letting a dainty half smile appear.

“So what you’re saying is you want to experience buying a lady her drink for the first time huh? Well… I’m one lucky woman.” She nervously smiled.

“Well yes but also, I don’t want to buy some random woman’s drink if I'm not attracted to her.”

Megumi’s eyes began to widen, realizing what he had just blurted out.

“Look, that isn’t what I meant to say! I’m not attracted to you. I mean… I… I just meant that you’re not unattractive but you also ARE beautiful and I mean that in the most platonic way coming from a friend… that is a guy.”

Nervously scratching the back of his head, he embarrassingly turned around. His hand massages the temples of his forehead. Megumi knew he wasn’t fond of words when it came to women let alone y/n, he tried to make this situation much less awkward than it already was for himself.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh, but deep down her heart felt a jolt with the small compliment.

“ Well you’re handsome too Megumi… in a platonic way of course.”

Her hand slightly tugged at his pinky, as she let out a miniscule giggle. Her rosy red cheeks couldn’t have been more obvious playing it off as if she wasn’t even phased at the slightest.

“I’m guessing our other friends were trying to pair us up with a partner by the end of the night huh?” He turned to questioned y/n, changing the subject quickly refraining from any awkwardness.

“That’s what happens when we aren’t trying to look for people, I love having my friends around. If someone were to be for us wouldn’t they just come find us? Right place, right time kind of situation right? It’s like only you and I would end up with someone from Jujutsu High, we only understand each other and what we do. Who am I kidding, I probably sound ridiculous.” She stated.

Everything seemed to click for the both of them, Megumi had a grand idea set in his mind and as long as y/n played along with; it would be an eventful night for the both of them.

“I’ve got this crazy idea, why don't we just pretend that we don’t know each other for the rest of the night? it would be as if we were in those stupid romcoms, when two strangers meet at a club and take a liking to one another? It would be fun to just confuse Itadori and Nobara wouldn’t it?”

Megumi clammored, chuckling at the thought of their friends being totally repulsed by the idea that us both would actually like each other.

“Not a bad idea, it would most definitely be hilarious… let's do it!” Y/n stated, placing both hands on either side of Megumi’s shoulders jumping in excitement.

They both were the bestest of friends to one another, it couldn’t possibly be the worst idea right?

“In that case let’s start from the beginning.” He insisted.

Making a 360° turn, Megumi began to initiate a conversation with y/n. Pretending as if she was a stranger he’s been taking an interest in the whole night, this could be the alcohol confidence emerging from within himself.

Y/n POV

I have to admit, I like this idea of ‘playing pretend’ with Megumi. It was exciting. To be honest we’re just friends anyways, all fun and games right? But somehow in some way I want it to be real... it’s just so dumb of me to think this way, could I really be exuding the feeling of just more than friendship? Or maybe it’s the alcohol speaking for me? Forget it.

Megumi’s long fingers grazing his collared shirt adjusting it, he took notice of me observing him. He batted a glance towards me, both of our gazes meeting. He smiled and eventually turned his head away just for a moment, returning back into a normal state. Megumi leaned on the bar countertop, those green eyes fixated over mine, being mesmerized by his delicate eyes… those lashes… his stoic demeanor, I liked that a lot about him.

“What brings you here?”

Megumi stated in confidence, it built up over the course of a few drinks from that karaoke bar to the nightclub. His forearm slowly inched closer to my arm, I felt… nervous, that’s nearly impossible. I couldn’t believe it, his entire presence made me feel in such a way I couldn’t describe on my own. Initially I internally felt overwhelmed with anxiousness, but externally putting up a front of confidence as it being the only way for me to go ahead with this.

“I assume the only reason why I’m here is for the same exact reason you are. No?”

“Some good drinks, great music, and maybe a beautiful woman to engage in conversation with?”

Beautiful? That’s a first, truthfully it’s scarce to receive such direct compliments of beauty let alone from Megumi. Immediately my cheeks flushed red, my heart skipping a beat. This entire illusive scenario is catching me off guard, I truly couldn’t distinguish if he’s being serious or just playing his cards right. If I hadn’t drank so much tonight pulling this off wouldn’t have been so easy for me. He must think I'm trying to play this well off like him, being that we were already buzzed at this point; but I still felt conscious enough to make smart decisions on my own. We would have to see how long this game could last for, at that point was it even really a game? Or were these drunken truths of hidden desiring feelings for the both of us? Maybe this was just all a figment of my imagination.

“Yeah you’re right, one can say having a nice drink with a handsome man like you is worthwhile along with great music.”

His cheeks began to blossom red throughout his face, sure it was an endearing compliment but it seemed to have made him feel such a way.

“By the way the name is Megumi… Megumi Fushiguro.”

“Nice to meet you Megumi Fushiguro, the name is Y/n L/n.”

Extending his hand out for a shake, I decided to return the favor. Placing my hand over his own, I was under the impression that a normal handshake would have taken place but instead he pulled my hand close, his lips planting a delicate kiss on the top of my hand. A surprised look appeared on my face, I shyly smiled looking away, too nervous to take one look at him because I knew he would be focusing on my reaction… he played this too well if you ask me.

He seemed to be deep in thought, just before another word could escape from his mouth a sudden loud shouting from right beside me shifted our focus elsewhere.

“Y/n! Let's go dance, they are playing our favorite song right now! We seriously can't miss this one out.”

Kugisaki and Itadori announced excitedly, as they impatiently waited for my response to head to the dance floor with them.

“Would you excuse me for just a second? I promise I'll be right back to keep you company.”

Calmly letting out a vast smile, Megumi nodding his head in approval. Tucking the loose strand of hair behind my ear, taking one last look at him before I’d return to accompany him.

“They’re seriously playing naughty girl by Beyoncé? Jesus, Itadori is going to be having a blast; he knows every lyric to this song!” Shouting excitedly at Kugisaki.

Laughing intensely, Kugisaki and I held one another’s hands into the air dancing around one another, sharing laughs and making fun of Itadori singing the song word for word; better than us girls. His dance moves were impressive, as I expected him to be as boring as the next man in this club, but I should've known this from Itadori. He was an extraordinary singer and dancer for as long as I’ve known him.

Both Itadori and Kugisaki engaged in a dance battle, embarrassingly enough the crowd surrounding them were cheering on the both of them it was a tie between the two. A tough battle but they were just too good to have a winner. Megumi calmly cheered and displayed a dainty smile at us three as he took big gulps of his drink.

The crowd began to increase and my vision of Megumi began to vanish due to the overwhelming amount of people crowding the nightclub. He needed to come out to dance with all of us. There was no way he was just going to be a bystander on a special night like this.

“Bring Fushiguro out to dance with us, he looks depressing just sitting back drinking barside of the nightclub.”

Itadori yelled, rolling his eyes in annoyance, as Kugisaki slightly pushed me forward to grab Megumi along to the dance floor with us. Walking my already buzzed self over to him, I could feel that my legs were not properly walking as one would be if they were completely sober; as he was enjoying the scenery around him he happened to lock his view with me.

“Hey Fushiguro.”

Megumi didn’t favor me calling him by his last name, he would always wince and cocks his head a certain way; I knew how to get under his skin easily. He never did like it… even on the first day I met him he preferred that I called him by his first name.

“It’s Megumi… Please.”

“Sure Megumi, if you don't mind, would you like to join Kugisaki, Itadori and I for a little fun on the dance floor?”

“I don't really dance, it really isn’t my thing”

“Well the point for a nightclub is to dance, remember what you talked about earlier? Well… to enjoy the music everyone dances, I mean a man wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity to dance with a beautiful person would he?”

Megumi’s POV

Goddammit she's right, she's doing really well with staying in character. What I said earlier to her… I meant it all, she is a beautiful woman and not in the way most men would perceive my view of beauty, it was more than just looks. It was her enlightenment of being around our friends… even me. Always continued to be herself and thrive off her own vulnerability, I liked that about her.

She always knew a way with her words, I couldn’t say no to her offering a dance with everyone. After all, we were going to head back home soon after this.

“Well in that case I’ll join you all for a dance.”

“Great! First let's get some more drinks in our system before we head back out onto the dance floor.”

First round was on y/n, I insisted that I’d pay for the expenses but she wouldn’t budge. Flashing my credit card towards the bartender without y/n’s acknowledgement he knew immediately the tab would be under me. She wasn’t much of a drinker but my god she sure was downing those drinks much like water, shot after shot I am almost positive she was more than buzzed at this point. Drinking as much as she could but I, myself had yet to be drunk, I knew it would kick in as soon as we would head onto the dancefloor. I felt a hand grip onto my wrist, as the other was tilting a shot glass ingesting every last drop of the alcohol into my mouth. Looking over it was y/n, I assume by now she was ready for that dance floor.

“I feel great, now let's head on out!” She exclaimed, a beaming smile plastered across her face.

Before I could even begin to form a sentence, Y/n had grabbed ahold of my empty glass, setting it aside as her other hand was ever so slightly gripping onto my wrist; she slowly pulled me into the crowd excitedly. There was Itadori and Kugisaki dancing under the luminescent lights and the scattered smoke. They both were too drunk to notice us beside them, their drinks in one hand, as the other raised into the air going to the beat of the music; it was hilarious seeing this view. This side of us as Jujutsu sorcerers that is rarely ever seen.

“Are we still in character as promised?” Y/n questioned loudly.

“I didn’t know we were breaking character all of a sudden?” I questioned, giving a confused look.

I don’t want to look disinterested, which I wasn’t. Dancing wasn’t my forte; it honestly was awkward for myself but the least I could do is dance with y/n. The music echoed throughout the club, as the bass of the song would feel like it was traveling through my entire body, almost as if my heart was going to every single beat of it… I liked it. My vision was feeling a bit distorted and it’s when I realized then that I was more than just buzzed, I wanted to drown out my own anxious thoughts and feelings especially around y/n.

Suddenly Latch by Sam Smith began to play through the DJ’s loudspeakers, it took only one look at y/n and she was already dancing so freely. Itadori and Kugisaki were nowhere to be found, assuming they might’ve been consumed into the crowded dance floor.

Y/n swaying her hips back and forth, one hand running through her hair tilting at the head slightly; while the other raising into the air. Certainly she was consumed by the music's beat, the surrounding people all seemed to disappear in my view; one could say tunnel vision is what it felt like. Every movement she engaged in seemed to be slowed down by none other than time itself, or maybe just my own drunken sight. Her dancing was an art of its own, captivated by her every move but not in the sense of eroticism more so of letting go of the moment… feeling freely.

She took notice of me standing there nodding to the sound of the beat, I knew she would have eventually forced me to do a little more movement than just nodding my head.

Instantly y/n grabbing my hands pulling me closer towards her she had both hands interlocked with mine moving in close then back out with her hands still intertwined with mine, I didn’t know what else to do I was perplexed at what to do next and nothing else could have prepared me for what was next.

Y/n POV

The music, the alcohol in my system, dancing… It felt euphoric. Every single part couldn’t stop moving. Of course there was no trace of Itadori and Kugisaki, the only person was him… Megumi.

I couldn’t remember what happened next other than my hands were interlocked with his, my heart fluttered. His long veiny hands were connected with my petite ones, suddenly I felt something travel from the back of my shoulder to my lower back pulling me in; only inches away from Megumi’s chest while the other hand rested on hip.

Megumi leaned in, whispering into my ear, “Is that alright with you? Uh… with my hand placement?”

Sending chills throughout my body, his questioning seemed a bit nervous and unsure whether I would be okay with all this happening, but I felt more than okay at the fact that he was able to branch out of his comfort zone to grab me in such a way. My hand took hold of his neck, reaching up were my lips just a few centimeters away from his ear. Just for one moment I closed my eyes and the smell of the perfect amount of spritzed cedar wood cologne exuded from his neck and in between the fixtures of his collared button up.

“Of course it is Megumi, I think your hands fit perfectly there.”

His figure towering over my smaller framed self. He smiled as we both continued to dance, both of my arms wrapped around his neck as I leaned my head back closing my eyes feeling out the beat of the music. He continued to keep a tight grip around my waist to prevent me from falling back, finally rising back towards Megumi; I was abruptly pressed into his chest as he leaned in once again.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to fall.” He mumbled, plastering a gentle smile.

“That’s alright by me.”

My eyes met his being that they were only a few inches away from one another, as we stared into each other's gaze just for a moment as I turned my back facing him. My right arm reached back to grab his hand, placing at the base of my hip as I began bending lower and lower; moving my hips left to right then gradually coming upward. Guiding his hands throughout the entire dance, to my avail he proceeded to follow along with my body and it’s movements as he decided to lead me in his maneuvers.

The hand that was placed onto my hip had unexpectedly grasped my hand twirling me around, as I was now facing him once again. Both of his hands were now pulling my waist in closer. Our chest’s were now brushing one another, an instant connection of our hearts beating faster and faster. Megumi caressed my cheek, his thumb grazing it and his hands were… so soft I didn’t want this moment to come to an end. It was inevitable, as it felt the surrounding crowd was disappearing into thin air and now it was just us two. My arms wrapped around his neck, as us both leaned in closer and closer as our lips were just inches away from one another. Craving nothing more than this moment right now with him.

Megumi’s POV

Her eyes, how long and fluttery those lashes were, the structure of that beautiful face, those lips. I wanted nothing more than having y/n in my embrace, just one kiss…

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“ Fushigurooo!!! Y/nnnnnn!!!”

Abruptly Megumi and y/n heard two familiar voices, quickly turning their heads as it was none other than Itadori and Kugisaki. The both straight faced staring, scrutinizing the interaction between the two.

Kugisaki slowly turned her head towards Itadori, “Is that… what I think it is?”

“Yeah, it is what you think it is. That really was just about to happen.” As Itadori and Kugisaki were dumbfounded by the situation at hand.

In a hurried manner, both Megumi and Y/n both tried to brush off the interesting encounter before suddenly being interrupted.

As megumi thought to himself Itadori is going to tease me the rest of the night on what was happening between Y/n and I. There was no other way of explaining this with him other than just the truth, the friendship with her was perfect but on an emotional level I wanted something more between us two… more than just surface level but even I’m not sure what my feelings were.

TAGLIST: @afatalheat , @mariapierce789 , @nerdybananabeliever

#megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori #jujutsu kaisen #nobara kugisaki #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen fic #megumi x you #fushiguro x y/n #fushiguro megumi #megumi x y/n #megumi x reader #megumi fic #EntwinedShadowsFic

[princesssmars]

one last night

a five hargreeves x reader

its the end of the world. might as well make the most of it.

wc: 2.001

contains: fluff, angst, and swearing bc theyre all gonna die. five being a lovable grumpy shit. in my head five is physically the same age as aidan bc look at that mf and tell me hes 13 PLEASE.

a/n: the new season broke me so im writing this and reading fics to cope. i wrote it confusingly but the hand grab dance scene is based on that scene from the end of bridgerton season 2 bc kates eyes...i need to bring a man down with doe eyes like that fr. anyway hope yall enjoy.

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well. this is it. the end of the world. the last days of your life. not how you imagined you'd go out, to be honest. you put the chances of dying during a commission assignment at about 98%. frankly a little low.

but you’d always been a little optimistic, so the remaining 2% went to your own personal fantasy. that maybe, one day, you'd retire from the commission. maybe use a briefcase to settle down somewhere of your choosing and live out the rest of your days in peace. and maybe, you would live out those days with your best friend. and, maybe, if you really wanted to push it, he'd turn from best friend to something more.

but that dream doesn't matter anymore, does it? you, along with your partner and his family had made the fuck up of a lifetime and created a kugelblitz - the end all of everything. its almost funny. how you'd given up most of your life to "fixing the timeline" just to end up ruining all of them.

hilarious.

so, here you are. in a shittily-lit hotel room getting dressed for a quickly put-together wedding at the end of the world.

god, how your life has changed.

you hear a knock at the door, saying a silent “come in.” to whoever stands behind it.

a soft smile graces your face when you see five enter the room. he stops a few steps from the doorway as he observes you, likely noticing how you'd dressed up more than usual. "you sure clean up nice, hargreeves." you tease, smiling as he does.

"well, you don't look half bad yourself." he takes in more of your outfit, looking you up and down. you feel your face heat up.

"a genuine compliment from the five hargreeves himself? it truly is the end of the world."

"im a man who tells the truth, you know this better than anyone." he keeps walking until he stands next to you, automatically raising his head so you can fix his tie.

"even when people don't want to hear it." you give him a knowing look as you do his tie for him. he knows how, but likes how you do it better. he likes to pretend you don't know.

"especially then."

when you finish fixing the tie, you smooth it over and run your hands over his vest. you look him in the eyes to see him already looking at you with an emotion in his that you can't quite place.

you want to ask him how he feels. about what happened when you went to the commission and saw everything you'd ever known just gone. about never getting longer than a day to just rest. about your impending doom.

about you.

he opens his mouth to speak but you both startle as a sharp knock sounds from the door.

you look over to see a slightly awkwardly standing viktor, who moves his hands to his pockets after gesturing to the hallway.

"hey, uh.. its time for us all to head down, the ceremony is about to start."

both of your lips purse into awkward smiles as he stands in the doorway for a few more seconds before exiting quietly.

its silent for a few more seconds as the two of you stand there. the moment has passed. yet again reminded of your fate.

he looks at you again with a soft yet slightly sad smile. "well, my dear, are you ready to face our imminent doom while getting stupidly drunk with my family?"

you laugh slightly at his dry delivery and grasp his hand in yours.

"ready as i'll ever be."

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the ceremony is sickly sweet, perfect for the match-up that is luther and sloane. the way they look at each other during their vows pulls on your heartstrings. but you have to remind yourself that you're happy for them. there's no point in being jealous or sad now.

after the ceremony, you and your merry band of heroes make it to the dance floor, with you and allison heading straight to the drinks table. you watched her as she downed her glass in a few seconds, feeling bad at the state of the woman who you've come to know as a close friend. but if you were in her position you would have gone off the rails long ago. a voice in the back of your head tells you you have.

the reception is lovely, and the bride and groom very much in love despite the weirdness of it all. and the fact that they choose to prioritize and focus on their love rather than the apocalyptic events happening just outside…it gives you a sense of hope.

when reginald gives his speech it's safe to say everyone in the room is stunned. you've barely gotten to know three variations of the hargreeves patriarch but you know that he's far from a pleasant person. during late nights doing paperwork at the commission you and five would share stories about your respective childhoods, with his being as dark as you expected from the stand-offish man. but it felt nice to know that he trusted you so deeply.

after the initial reception, there's some downtime for everyone to indulge in the surprisingly above-average food from the hotel's bar and restaurant. you get yourself a plate before sitting at a table near the back of the room, silently eating and drinking and observing the family around you.

you're interrupted by lila pulling out and sitting in the chair next to yours, sitting sideways to look you dead on.

“would you please stop with the puppy dog eyes and make a move on that little turd? seeing the two of you dance around each other has made me sick for years.”

your voice sputters as you try to come up with an excuse, having not expected the girl to call you out so brazenly. she raises her eyebrows as she knows she got you stuck and you let out a sigh.

“it wouldn't matter if i did. even if he felt the same we’re all going to die in a day's time. and id rather not spend this last day with him awkwardly.”

“so you're going to die wondering? never knowing if he liked you back? and i thought i was dumber when it came to relationships.”

“that's still debatable.”

“hey!” she lightly punches you in the shoulder, laughing at your slight wince. “you know im right. not to get sappy but… it's much better when they know how much you care.

as she speaks her gaze wanders over to diego and you have to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes at the sight of their barely hidden lovesickness.

you were close to brushing off her comments again when her arm quickly juts out to knock into yours, lifting her chin slightly to the left. you turn your head and none other than five stands beside you, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets before one comes out to lay flat in front of you.

“would you care for a dance, y/n?”

with his abnormally soft smile (and lila’s not-so-subtle jab to your other arm), you accept his offer and gently place your hand in his so he can lead you to the dance floor. you can’t help but notice how there's a slow song playing and the only other couple on the dance floor are the newlyweds.

he turns from leading you to standing right in front of you, the closeness taking you by surprise. he smiles at you, moving your hands to wrap around his arms as his go around your waist and shoulder.

“a waltz? seriously? you always seemed to hate those at the company dances.” you tease.

“probably because gertrude wallhaven would always try to dance with me.”

“she just had a little crush on you. lots of the women did. you were the five hargreeves, after all.”

five smiles at your words, starting the slow dance that you know by heart. “is that a bit of jealousy i hear?”

you scoff and roll your eyes. five always was a tease when he drank. “you’d like it to be, wouldn't you? ever the conceited one.”

he huffs a short laugh, swinging you around quickly so you do the same. “well, that is one reason.”

“and what may be the other one, if you would be so kind as to inform me.” you smile up at him, the alcohol starting to take an effect on you and cause you to become more open than usual.

“that I'm deeply in love with you and its been driving me crazy-ow!”

your mind is completely blank for a few seconds before you realize that not only have you stopped dancing but you that you also just crushed five’s foot with your own.

“oh my god, five, im so sorry,” you quickly trying to apologize and help your struggling partner. he stands up as straight as he can, slightly bent on his right side as he waves your worries off.

“peter donahue always did say you had a killer stomp on the dance floor. now i can see why he kept going to the infirmary.” five gives you a strained smile, taking your hands in his again.

“just another one of my many talents.”

you both restart your dance, this time with no words shared. five occasionally tries to hold eye contact with you, and you make sure to avoid it every time. you don't know what to make of his confession. if it was heartfelt or a spur-of-the-moment confession that was given since you would all be dead within a day. you knew as soon as you looked into his bright eyes you would crumble.

but five knew that like he knew everything about you. he took your hand and grasped your fingers together before bringing your arms above your heads and bringing them down between you, and you cant help but stare into his eyes as he does the same.

“please tell me you meant it. because if you didn't then i don't know what i’d do.” you plead, grasping his hand to your chest.

“do you remember that mission in bali, where we had to terminate that guy who found a cure for cystic fibrosis? we there for maybe two hours and you kept complaining about the heat.”

“it was a steady 80 degrees and we were wearing commission suits, of course i was miserable.”

“im aware. it was when we finally killed the guy and you took some of his cash to get some better clothes and you somehow managed to convince me to come down with you to the beach. we were sitting in the sand and it was annoying as all hell but you seemed so happy that i couldn't even complain. and i just knew.”

your chest tightens. “knew what?”

“that i loved you. that i still do. and that i’m an idiot for waiting so long to tell you. guess our impending doom and the cheap liquor finally gave me the courage to say something.” he finishes, holding you close as you stand in the middle of the dance floor. you know some of his siblings are bound to be staring because of the close display but you can find it in you to care. all that matters is that you finally have the love of your life in your arms, even if just for a short while.

“not to be pushy but i haven't heard an “i love you” back so im getting pretty worried over here.” five jokes, staring at you with love but worry in his eyes

you laugh at five’s joke, bringing your lips to his cheek to give him a short but sweet kiss. “i love you too, partner.”

“good. now, what do you say we get drunk off our asses and have the best night of our lives with my dysfunctional family?

you smile. “i couldn't ask for anything better.”

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#the umbrella academy #tua #tua s3 #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #allison hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #lila pitts #klaus hargreeves #tua x reader #fluff #angst

[theprocrastibake]

I’d like some headcanons for Raine with a s/o who loves to bake

i audibly gasped when i saw this ask. as someone who bakes a ton (so much that it's my url), this is right up my alley. thanks so much for suggesting!

i'm going to say this only once: please let raine stay in the kitchen and watch you while you bake.

it's hard for them to leave your side in the first place, but here? they are absolutely mesmerized by the way things are run, in awe of how you seem to glide around the room once you get into gear.

as a bard themself, raine knows this passion for craft well, so deep-rooted that it's an instinct, fervor guiding every action to add and compliment what already exists.

the kitchen is your stage; its tools are your instruments. they wouldn't dream of stopping your performance, which is exactly why you have to put things on hold for a beat.

"help me whisk, please?" "i wouldn't be getting in your way...would i?" "if you can mix your music, you can mix these dry ingredients."

raine decides that it's not worth contesting the musical and magical factuality of your statement with how eager they are to help out. on the inside, they are celebrating so hard.

several minutes later, you're wondering how exactly your partner managed to spill half the contents out of their mixing bowl.

"i think i mixed too hard." "you...could say that."

the best way to learn is to experience, and there's no other way to experience than to get hands-on. raine will be your sous-chef for the rest of eternity, whether you like it or not.

they love to study your recipes and ask questions. you realize that their restlessness stems from uncertainty as you guide their faltering hand through folding muffin batter.

so, you'll let them know all there is to know; you wash away raine's concerns with your patience, kindness, and laughter. they're so thankful to know that you're with them every step of the way.

just note that they show none of this loyalty when they take you by surprise and smear some extra flour on your nose. in other circumstances, both parties would be calling for a food fight.

however, you two have been way too invested in getting this recipe for zelnik right and cannot bear the thought of your pie-baby falling from the counter onto the floor. that happened with the malva pudding two months ago and-

"raine, i swear that was a mistake." "sure." "you will never let me live that down."

you settle for swiping some flour onto their forehead to get back at them. expect trash talk in the future when you finally declare that it's time for a bake-off. raine will not be winning as long as you’re here.

but you two don't skip out on your soft moments. when i say that raine whispers is a sucker for lazy domestic homelife mornings, i truly mean it.

if you ever start a recipe before they rise on the weekend, chances are that they'll be tucked in until it's time to bake your treats. the smell of sugar caramelizing is enough to coax raine out of bed.

"what are you making? it smells delicious." "ensaymada! could you-" "i'll get the coffee started, don't worry."

it's all tired smiles and cheeky pecks from there on out. raine will most definitely give you a hug from behind as soon as the opportunity presents itself.

if it never does? they'll literally tell you to stop facing them, turn around, and prepare for the longest minutes of your life.

don't even get me started on slow dancing. raine uses their magic to enchant their viola and the piano in the other room to play a soft symphony once the sweet bread goes into the oven.

you waltz in the middle of the kitchen, enveloped in each others arms. the whole world just seems to fade away with every step.

i sure hope your breakfast doesn't burn while you two are busy.

#the owl house #toh #raine whispers #raine whispers x reader #raine whispers headcanons #toh headcanons #the owl house headcanons #raine whispers headcanon #raine whispers fluff #toh fluff #the owl house fluff #procrastibake toh

[mattybraps10]

New Year's Day - Nico Hischier x Jack Hughes

summary: Loosely inspired by Taylor Swift's song of the same name, this story follows Devils captain Nico Hischier as he navigates his overwhelming crush on Jack Hughes as the team tries to plan a New Year's Eve party.

word count: 2038

by: M

warnings: NSFW CONTENT, long intro, blowjobs

Throwing this year’s New Year’s Eve party was proving to be a bigger challenge than Nico Hischier was anticipating. Since he became captain, it was always on him to plan events and bring the team together outside of work. Despite this responsibility, he somehow always managed to avoid hosting events, opting to let the wags get together and plan something extravagant on his dime. This year, however, the wags decided to let the team plan it, probably for their own amusement as the men finally realized how much work actually goes into organizing events. 

Nico and Jack took it upon themselves to delve out responsibilities, assigning each player a different job. Jonas and John were assigned music which turned out to be very simple as John had just bought a new speaker. The two of them just had to make a playlist for the night. Erik and Luke worked together to figure out decorations, sending Simon, Curtis, Nate, and Jesper to pick them up from various stores. Alex, Mikey, Timo, and Dawson were in charge of catering and food, which meant they spent the next several weeks eating from every restaurant in the greater metropolitan area. The goalies: Vitek, Akira, and Nico, were in charge of the photo wall. Everyone else was expected to show up four hours early on the night of the party to set everything up. 

The day of the party came around, and everyone gathered in Nico’s apartment to decorate. All furniture was moved out of the main room, stacked haphazardly in Nico’s guest room. All was going smoothly, the speaker was working and the food was on the tables, until Luke and Erik started arguing over which decorations went where. Luke wanted the fairylights over the dance floor horizontally, whilst Erik wanted them around the entire room. Nico had to step in and offer a compromise with half of them over the dance floor and the other half on two of the four walls. 

By the time they finished setting everything up, there was thirty minutes left before everyone else showed up. Some of the guys went home to get ready with their partners and others hung around, grabbing a beer from the fridge and congratulating each other on their respective roles in the set up. The room looked surprisingly well put together. Black table cloths covered the counter and kitchen tables, food and champagne flutes resting on them. The walls were covered in lights, perfectly illuminating the room. The goalies had done an excellent job with the photo wall, black fabric cascaded down from the ceiling, giant golden 2024 balloons floating in front. The table beside it held props and the polaroid camera, perfect for the night ahead of them. 

Nico was overwhelmed by the whole process, his home now unrecognizable. He was grateful for Jack’s help in setting everything up and being there for him without him having to even ask. 

“Hey Jack, thank you. You really didn��t have to help me organize all of this.” He said, turning to face him.

“You would’ve done the same.” Jack replied simply, taking a sip of his beer and wrapping an arm around Nico. 

Nico blushed as he felt the weight of Jack’s arm on his shoulders. The captain’s crush on his alternate only deepened during the planning process. Every call to check in on the planning only reminded him how much he adored Jack. 

The music started up again as everyone flooded into the apartment. Music flooded Nico’s mind as he received compliments from his guests for the decorations. As the night wore on and as Nico progressed quickly through glasses of champagne, he found himself clinging to his alternate. His mind was foggy with thoughts of Jack. Memories of them on the ice filtered through his mind as he stood slightly too close to his teammate. 

“Jacky, ‘don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh I could recognize anywhere.’ I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Nico whispered, his hands on either side of the smaller man’s face. 

“I’m not going anywhere buddy, don’t worry.” Jack said, trying to reassure his captain.

Nico looked into Jack’s eyes, searching for a promise of something more, something Jack could never give. 

“Let’s go to the photo booth, yeah? Then we’ll never be apart!” Jack said, moving Nico’s hands from his face.

Jack grabbed his hand pulling him across the room, his face flush from the alcohol. As Jack expertly weaved through the dance floor, Nico became distracted by the hand clutching his. He found himself wanting more once again, worrying about what would happen if he ever shared his thoughts.

“Ondrej! My man! Can you take a few polaroids of me and Hisch? Thanks!” Jack said, going through the props on the table and handing Nico a plastic crown which matched the tiara he was now wearing.

“You first, princess.” Nico said, teasing Jack and allowing him to lead him in front of the photo wall. 

Jack flushed at the nickname and Nico made a mental note to call him that again. The first photo was of them with their arms around each other, smiling at the camera. As the first photo printed, Jack and Nico planned their next one.

“I got it! Bend down a little, yeah?” Jack said, leaning in to kiss Nico on the cheek. 

Ondrej quickly took the picture, laughing at the extra flush in Nico’s cheeks and ears. 

“One more, yeah guys?” Ondrej asked, placing the second polaroid on the table. 

“Mhm, Nico you pick!” Jack smiled, making Nico flush again.

“Let’s do the party poppers! I think Luke said these ones are full of glitter.” 

“Perfect.” Jack said, taking his place next to Nico.

“Okay guys… On three. One… Two… Three!” Ondrej announced as the poppers burst. Clouds of glitter and confetti surrounded Jack and Nico as the flash of the camera went off. Rather than looking at the camera as planned, the boys were focused intently on eachother, the photo having captured the way they looked at one another perfectly. 

“Thanks!” Nico and Jack said in unison as they walked back into the crowd, the pictures already forgotten in their drunk minds. 

“OH MY GOD NEEKS I LOVE THIS SONG!!!” Jack called, grabbing Nico’s hand and pulling him onto the dance floor. 

Nico flushed at the new nickname, half convinced his face would become permanently red after this. He swayed to the music as Jack sang/yelled the words to him, something about a taxi and long roads, the words jumbled by the drunken Hughes. He couldn’t help but feel that Jack’s words targeted him, his mind racing as he looked into his alternate’s eyes searching for anything that might hint to his thoughts. As the song ended, Nico remained where he was, staring into the blue eyes that held everything he’d ever dreamed of. 

“TEN SECONDS TO MIDNIGHT!” Someone yelled, as everyone grabbed their partners in anticipation.

“Ten…” 

“Nico?” Jack whispered, his eyes fluttering down to Nico’s lips. 

“Nine…”

“Jack?” Nico echoed, looking down at the boy in front of him.

“Eight…” 

The shorter boy nodded as Nico looked down towards his mouth. 

“Seven…”

Nico licked his lips in anticipation.

“Six…” 

Jack looked up into Nico’s eyes.

“Five…”

Nico rested his hands on Jack's face.

“Four…”

Jack grabbed Nico’s waist.

“Three…”

Jack pulled his captain closer.

“Two…”

Nico angled his teammate’s face towards him.

“One!!”

Their lips connected and time stopped. Nico felt as if fireworks were erupting from him as he held Jack close, tangling one of his hands in Jack’s hair. Jack moaned into the kiss as Nico tightened his grip on his hair.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” Everyone cheered as they separated from their partners.

Jack and Nico pulled apart as they heard the click of a camera.

“Fucking finally!” Ondrej said from behind the camera.

The boys laughed.

“Happy New Year Cap!” Jack said, his lips swollen from the kiss.

“Happy New Year Princess!” Nico smiled as Jack flushed.

The next morning Jack and Nico found themselves wrapped around each other in bed with a vague memory of what had happened the night before.

“Did we?” Jack asked, looking down to see himself fully clothed.

“No, I don’t think so.” Nico said, simply.

“I mean not that I’d mind if we did, I just would want to remember it, ya know?” Jack rambled, looking over to Nico.

“Shut up.” Nico said, pulling Jack into another passionate kiss.

A string of saliva connected their mouths as Jack pulled away for a breath.

“I guess we should clean up, huh?” Jack said, sitting up.

“That can wait.” Nico said, gesturing to the growing erection in Jack’s dress pants. 

“I guess it can.” Jack laughed, straddling Nico and pulling him into another kiss. 

Nico pulled at Jack’s shirt as their tongues battled for control. Remembering the night before, Nico tugged at Jack’s hair causing him to moan into the kiss allowing Nico to take control. He quickly flipped Jack onto his back, swiftly unbuttoning his pwn shirt and throwing it onto the floor. Jack clutched to Nico’s chest as he got to work unbuttoning his alternate’s shirt. Once he got it off, he threw it next to his own. Nico broke the kiss as Jack whined. He slowly kissed his way down Jack’s jaw and neck until he reached his nipples. He rolled his hands over one of them as he began sucking and biting at the other. Jack moaned loudly at Nico’s actions, arching his back for more friction against the growing tent in his captain’s pants. 

“Not yet baby, not yet.” Nico said, pulling away from Jack.

Jack whined again at the loss of contact, thrusting into the air in a pathetic attempt to gain more friction. Nico pulled his pants and boxers off in one foul swoop, freeing his member. He spit into his hands, lubing them as he started jacking himself off. 

“Jack, eyes on me baby.” He said, grabbing Jack’s neck and forcing him to watch. 

Jack moaned loudly at the hand on his airway as he watched his partner pleasure himself. His dick began leaking as he watched his captain throw his head back in pure bliss.

“Can I?” Jack choked out, trying to take Nico into his mouth.

“Yes.”

That was all he needed. Jack sprung to his knees, his painful erection forgotten as he licked a stripe up Nico’s dick. Nico threw his head back in ecstasy as he clutched Jack’s hair to use him. When Jack realized what was happening, he moaned around Nico’s cock, relaxing his throat so that Nico could use him like the slut he was.

“I bet you like this, huh? Being used like a toy.” Jack moaned.

Nico thrusted harder into Jack’s mouth as Jack tried not to gag, as his eyes prickled with tears that threatened to fall.

“I’m so close, baby, so close. Hold on for me.” Nico said, clutching Jack’s hair for dear life as he came down his throat. 

Jack swallowed quickly before standing up and pulling Nico into a messy kiss. Nico loved being able to taste himself on Jack’s tongue, a reminder of who the boy belonged to.

“Let’s take care of you now, huh baby?” Nico said, wrapping a hand around Jack’s leaking cock. 

Nico tugged at Jack’s cock, rubbing his thumb over the slit before getting on his knees and taking all of him into his eager mouth. Jack wasn’t nearly as big as Nico, but his width more than made up for it. Nico sucked on Jack’s dick, watching as he threw his head back clearly close.

“I’m gonna-” Jack never finished his thought, coming in Nico's mouth. If Nico could get hard again this quickly he would’ve from the sound of Jack’s voice wrecked from his cock.

“Hey Jack?” Nico said, standing up and pecking Jack on the lips.

“Yeah?”

“Let’s clean up now, yeah?”

‘Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor

You and me, forevermore

Don't read the last page

But I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes

I want your midnights

But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day’

#jack hughes #nico hischier #nico hischier x jack hughes #hockey fanfiction #devils cast

[we-be-writing-bts-stuff]

BTS and Valentine's Day

Plot: How BTS would celebrate Valentine's Day with their partner.

Rating: F for fluffy.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, Suggestiveness but nothing explicit, Overall very sweet and fluffy,

A/N: Just a happy and short thing for Valentine's Day. This isn't proof read and there might be mistakes. Hope you like it and I'm always here to talk. I promise I'm working on stuff. Life just keeps getting in the way and writer's block is a bitch and a half. ~Bagel

Seokjin:

This is a day for the two of you to just spend and enjoy with each other. He's set up video games for you two to play, a new show you've both been meaning to watch together. He's bought flowers and chocolates and junk food for you to enjoy. I don't think he would make it a huge deal. It would be almost like day off for the both of you.

Yoongi:

He's cooked you breakfast, there's random gifts around the home. And they are little things that you've mentioned to him. That shirt you showed him last month, your favorite perfume that's running low, clothes that he thought you would look good in, that one snack you are constantly eating and running out of, that necklace you were looking at last time you went to the store. He would also be one to write you a poem or letter about how he felt and how much he cared for you.

Hoseok:

He's taking you on a whole ass shopping spree. He's called ahead to a few high end stores to make sure it won't get too packed while you're there and you can enjoy yourself and not feel rushed. I think he would have ordered things beforehand tob e sent to the store to surprise you with when you get there. I also see him as someone to sign you both up for some sort of couple's lessons. Like a dance class or art class for you both to just enjoy and experiance together. He will buy you a whole outfit plus accessories to wear to a fancy dinner that he's had booked for months.

Namjoon:

Little culture dates through out the day. A new art exhibit has opened up that you want to see but haven't had the time, he's taking you. You read about some sort of museum that seems cool, he's booked it. You want to go to a new bookstore nearby, you already know he has a list that he wants to get and he's letting you run around finding what you want. He'll have lunch in a cute little cafe that you two frequent regularly and dinner at a fancy resturaunt.

Jimin:

LEGO DATE!! He's gonna get the flower LEGO sets and the newest Vlaentine's Day ones and make a day of it. He's ordered your favorite take out so you don't have to leave. Along with dessert. He's gotten your favorite wine (or alcoholic drink if you don't like wine or just drink in general if you don't drink). He'll constantly steal kisses or give you random compliments to see you get flustered. He would absolutely be a massive tease during the entrie day. The LEGO set would be an afterthought for the two of you at one point because of his antics.

Taehyung:

He's gotten you flowers and a giant ass teddy bear. He's the one I can see being the most cheesy about it and doing all of the cliche things. Chocolates, the bear holding a heart, flowers, I bet he would even try breakfast in bed. Making the pancakes into little hearts and using food coloring to make things pink and red. He's bought decorations too and has set up a cozy area for you two to "watch" some romantic movies (its not his fault that you look so good and that he's very tactile when showing his love). He would have dinner planned though. You two go to some underground bar that serves food and has live music. He would make sure you two would dance together at some point.

Jungkook:

He made sure to have the day off. He's sleeping in with you all morning and making sure you both stay in bed untli lunchtime. His big gesture is something he's been working on since last Valentine's Day. It's a movie of different things you've done throughout the year. The dates, the small moments he's captured with you and Bam, moments you didn't think he saw. Like whenyou were singing along to a song while cooking one night or when Hoseok was teaching you one of the moves for their songs while Jungkook was resting during a practice. Pictues that the other members caught of you two where showcased as well. Like when you fell asleep on each other coming back from a concert or when you reunited after they came back from an overseas schedlue. You lifted in his arms pressing your foreheads together. Very emotional and thoughtful gift. He would be tearing up even while watching it. I do think though he would be similar to Jin in wanting to stay home and just spend time with you. He wouldn't want todo anything big beyond his gift to you.

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