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sucker4colby · 11 months

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We’re just friends

Warning!! Pure smut! +18

Warning!! Pure smut! +18

Read at your own discretion . Toxic Colby, aggressive behavior (no violence) talk of alcohol, swearing, jealousy

Summary~ miscommunication causes Colby and who he claims is “just a friend “ heartache, in a plan for revenge reader finds herself in colbs bed.

Word count : 4378

Pairing : Colby brock x female reader

Hot anger coursed through my body at the sight of Colby. He was talking to another girl while she practically threw herself at him and he was oblivious to what she was doing only fueling my anger. He couldn't see what she was doing but had it been me, the simplest of glances at another guy would have him spiraling.

Jealousy courses through my veins at the sight of another female making him smile. But who was I to get upset, he had made it clear a couple days ago that we weren't anything but friends breaking my heart.

I tore my gaze away looking around the crowded venue. Neon lights flashing lightly illuminating everyone's face in the dark room. My eyes settled on a specific brunette who was talking to some of Colby's and I's friends. A smile crept on my face at a sudden idea that popped into my head.

I walked over with confidence in my step and a light smirk on my face. "Hey guys !" I greeted the group with a smile on my face pulling our friend Devyn into a hug and waving at Cory and Elton. Putting my plan in motion I turned to face the brunette with blue eyes.

Matt Rife is a friend of Elton's that I never got to talk to but I've seen him around. He was cute but I don't think he or anyone in that matter could be more attractive than Colby, but he would do the job of giving Colby a taste of his own medicine.

" Hi, you're Matt right ? I've heard so much about you ."

I gave him my best smile slightly fluttering my eyelashes at him a smug smile creeping onto his face. "What's your name sweetheart." He asked me causing me to cringe internally at the nickname but I kept batting my lashes giving a fake giggle along with my name. My eyes darted over to our friends who were giving me looks of concern.

They had been present when Colby proclaimed we weren't together, stating we were really close friends who would flirt. Everyone but Colby had witnessed the dejection that surround my whole being upon the news. They knew I was likely lashing out.

Taking the comedians hand in mine I pulled him with me asking him to dance with me to which he happily obliged following me.

I could feel his eyes on me as I swayed my hips to the beat of the song. Turning around to look up into his eyes I pushed off the disappointment of them not being as blue as Colby's by wrapping my arms around his neck and closing the proximity of our bodies.

His hands traveled down to my waist feeling the curves of my body.

He turned me around , my ass pushed up against his hard member that was restricted by his jeans. His hand slid forward towards my belly button area causing my breathe to hitch nervously.

My eyes locked with Colby's, although he was glaring at me I couldn't help but feel bitter that I preferred his eyes over Matt's who actually showed interest in me. Returning his glare the anger returning to my body I turned back around and pulled Matt down in a kiss. He deepened the kiss immediately letting his hands move down to my ass.

I stumbled back my lips disconnected from Matt's abruptly as Colby pushed my behind him. He kept his hand on my wrist and he glared at matt. " she's drunk so we're leaving." He told my dancing Partner causing my eyebrows to furrow at the lie, I had only drank two drinks the entire night. Colby didn't wait for a reply pushing through the crowd towing me along ignoring me as I tried to tug my hand out of his grasp.

We stepped out into the chilly air causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. I tried to question him angry that he would pull me away from Matt. I was angry that he felt the need to ruin my moment with another guys if all we were was friends.

We made it to his car where he opened the passenger door telling me to get in. Much to his dismay I folded my arms over my chest ignoring him and looking away. " Just get in the fucking car." He slammed his hand on the top of the red vehicle causing me to jump slightly at the sudden noise. I snapped my eyes to meet his angry ones giving him a sarcastic smile " no".

A small Yelp escaped my lips as he tugged me towards him scooping me up in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he put me into the passenger leaning over me to buckle me in. I tried to ignore the smell of his cologne that made my head spin.

He leaned out the car slamming my door and angrily making his way to the drivers side.

He turned the engine on before looking over at me. I refused to give in and look at him instead opting to look at the venue he just dragged me out of. He rolled his eyes wrapping his fingers around my chin forcing me face towards him.

I gasped trying to pull back as he leaned his face towards mine his blue eyes scanning my face before landing on my lips. He traced his thumb over my bottom lip before his eyes snapped back towards mine. " you're a fucking slut, kissing other guys after just being with me." He scowled me. " get it through your pretty head that you're fucking mine." He let go of my face putting the car in drive and pulling out to head to his apartment.

"I'm not yours , you made it pretty clear." I snapped at him turning my whole body so my knees would point at the door. With a roll of his eyes he turned the radio up to avoid any talking.

We made our way up to the apartment with harsh comments and arguing. The people on his floor probably hate us now because of the noise we made.

I was getting frustrated by the lack of attention he was giving me. He was ignoring all my questions walking away from me after slamming the front door closed. Fed up with him I grabbed a hold of his pulling him to turn to face me. He raised he eyes bows at me in a questioning manner cocking his head to the side, had we of been a calmer situation I would've awed at how cute he looked. " I'm leaving if you can't answer my fucking questions colbs, you're so fucking irritating." I swore at him hoping to get any kind of reaction.

He let out a low laugh causing shivers to run down my spine as he walked closer to me. My back hit the door as he backed me up, my eyes locked with his as he enclosed me between his body and the door. " I'm irritating? I'm fucking irritating? You're out there whoring around! You belong to me , you're mine." He spat at me slamming his hand against the door.

I broke eye contact with him turning to look at his hand, I watched as it flexed , the black ink that covered his arms following the same movement, his veins popped from the strain he was putting cause a heat to travel from my cheeks down low at the un-pure thoughts I had. Masking the desire I had for him I laughed bitterly.

" I belong to you in the same sense that Sam does. What was it that you said ? We're only friends? Don't go back on your word now and get it through your fucking head . I'm not yours." I spit out tapping my head with my index finger giving him a visual. He wrapped a hand around my throat pulling me in so our lips would graze each other causing my eyes to flutter shut, my heart was thumping wildly in my chest.

" look at me ." He hissed, I obeyed looking up at him. " you know you're mine , that asshole doesn't make you feel the things I make you feel. I bet his touch didn't get you going the same way mine does huh ?" He taunted rubbing his nose along my neck causing me to move my head for more access in a moment of weakness. " look at you now, giving into me so easily." I could feel his smirk against my flushed skin as he started leaving open mouth kissed. " Colbs." I Moaned out putting my hands on his firm chest.

After what seemed like an eternity he connected our lips in a frantic kiss. This kiss took my breathe away unlike the one with Matt, Colby's lips molded into mine feeling like something natural. My head hit the door but I ignored the pain, my mind occupied with Colby's hand wrapped around my throat and the other one trailing to my head getting tangle in my hair pulling me in closer.

He pulled back much to my disappointment, my lips chasing his not getting enough of his addicting kiss.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked breathless letting his guard down for a moment. My brows furrowed as he took a step back, regaining my composure for a moment i reach out for him missing his body on mine. Grabbing a hold of his belt I pulled him back reaching for the back of his neck and yanking him down to connect our lips again.

He slid his hand under my knees hoisting me up, my legs wrapping around his waist and one of his hands holding my back pulling me close his body. He made his way to his room only disconnecting our lips so he could sit on the bed settling me on his lap. He pushed my hair back kissing my throat and moving down only to be stopped by my shirt. His hands explored my body keeping a firm hold as he trailed up caressing the outline of breast causing a light moan to escape my lips.

Thinking he was going to unbutton my white blouse I couldn't stop him as he bunched the fabric up in his palms and tugged it apart causing a gasp to escape my lips as the buttons flew apart leaving my breast expose and my shirt ruined. I didn't have time to scowl him as he pushed my chest forward stuffing his face in between my tits and started littering them in kisses and loved bites.

Enchanted by his lips I failed to realize I bucked myself against his clothed member causing myself to clench around nothing wanting him even more now. My skirt had ridden up a long time ago the only barriers being his clothes and my now soaked parties. Small whimpers and moans filled the room as I rocked myself against him wanting to feel friction on my core.

He let his hands wander down to my ass gently caressing it before landing a soft slap against one of my cheeks and palming it in his large hand causing a loud moan to come from me, his cool rings cooling the now warm skin. We both broke our kiss in need of oxygen, my eyes trailed down his body forgetting he was fully clothed so I tugged on his shirt. Getting the memo he went to pull it off throwing it across the room, my eyes drank in the sight hungrily as his abdomen flexed with the motion, He helped me out of my torn shirt and bra throwing it in the same direction as his .

Not waiting I pushed on his chest making him lay flat on his back connecting my lips to his skin below his jaw, I left kisses caressing his soft skin with my fingers getting shallow breathes in return. Finally making my way down his body my lips stopped at his waist band peaking out from his jeans , I licked a bold stripe up his happy trail up to his sternum keeping eye contact with him as I did , a quiet fuck left his mouth.

Giggling I undid his belt and jeans lifting my body up so he could kick them off giving him the chance to flip us allowing him to be on top. He pulled my skirt off returning the favor of littering kisses on my lower belly, my breathe hitched and my head stared spinning as he spread my legs and started leaving love bites on my inner thighs, creeping up towards my pulsing pussy.

Placing a gentle kiss on my aching core he grabbed the hem and yanked them tearing them in half causing my eyes to snap open. I met his eyes narrowing my eyes at his smug grin "what the fuck Colby you just ripped all my clothes." I asked irritated pushing up on my elbows to look at him better " you're lucky I haven't burned them, that jackass touched them so they gotta go." He shrugged before dipping his head and licking up my entrance, my head flew back along with a cry at the feeling of irritation long forgotten as I tangled my fingers in his soft hair.

His room filled the sounds of my moans and the wet noise of his mouth sucking on my slick pussy. My eyes rolled back as he fucked my entrance with his tongue , flicking his thumb on my clit. Arching my back in pleasure I tugged on his hair causing a grunt to leave his mouth creating more pleasure for me.

My thighs attempted to close the feeling becoming to much as I chased my orgasm but Colby kept them spread by wrapping his arms around them. Feeling the familiar tightening in my lowered belly I chanted Colby's name only for him to stop and pull up. "Colby what the hell?" I whined pulling at my hair in frustration.

"Beg" he demanded moving back to stand up at the foot of the bed. Gaping at him I whispered a what making sure I heard him right. " beg, just to make sure you actually wanted me." He was getting back at me for early and he was enjoying every minute of it, Closing my eyes I took a deep breathe channeling any confidence I had before scooting towards him and getting on my knees on the bed so we were eye to eye.

"Baby please, I need you." I pouted batting my eyelashes at him hoping to convince him. " you can do better than that." He taunted making me let out a disparate sigh. " Colby please , I need you to fuck me, I'm sorry about earlier I'm all yours I promise. It won't happen again I belong to you." I whined bouncing lightly on the bed, his eyes traveled down to my boobs as they bounced along with my movements. Using that to my advantage I grabbed his hand Guiding it to my breast , allowing me to, he teased my nipple slightly tugging on it. Sucking in a breathe at the jolt of pleasure I continued my pleading hoping he'd give me what I wanted.

He gave in grabbing my waist and laying down guiding me into his lap. He made himself comfortable folding an arm behind his head his free hand holding my thigh. " if you want to get fucked you're going to have to do it yourself, I'm not convinced you're sorry." He fake pouted at me gesturing towards his hard dick beneath his boxers. " you can still change my mind though if you try hard enough." He reassured me as I helped him out if his boxers.

My skin flushed red as his eyes watched my every move. Reaching behind me I wrapped my clammy hand around his thick member positioning myself over it with a trembling grasp. Running his tip along my entrance I let out a shaky moan coating the mushroom like tip in my juices. My mouth flew open as I sunk down on his throbbing cock, he stretched me so well I couldn't help but clench around him a groan leaving his pink lips. Not wanting to waste a moment I placed my hands on his chest for support before lifting my hips back up and bringing them back down harder hoping to get him to fill me up more repeating the same action over and over again.

I cried out as I rode him the broken sound along with the sound of our skin slapping together fueling me to go faster. I leaned back grabbing a hold of my bouncing breast tugging on my nipples hoping to bring me my release faster only for Colby to slap my hands away replacing them with his own. Palming the plush skin in his hand he guided me towards his mouth so he could place a pink bud in his mouth. Throwing my head back with a cry I shuddered as he nibbled on the sensitive nub tugging it with his teeth before wrapping his lips around it and sucking it.

My body grew tired trying to keep the same pace coming to a sloppy and slower pace. Colby noticed my exhausted state releasing my nipple with a pop while grabbing my waist so he could bend his knees a bit more. He thrusted up hitting a new deeper spot keeping a firm grip on me as I writhed on his lap. Soon enough the same tightening in my belly from earlier came back causing me to tighten around him as well.

"I'm almost there, please." I babbled completely fucked out from the boy below me. He flipped us around my head hitting the pillow, grabbing a hold of my leg he threw it over his shoulder hitting my g spot a cry spilling out my mouth "come on baby girl come for me, you're doing so good, look how well you take my cock." He praised pushing down on the bulge that formed below my belly button from his dick filling me up. My eyes rolled and body trembled as I convulsed around him tears streaming down my face mixing with my makeup.

He kept his pace over stimulating my clit as he chased his own orgasm, groans left his mouth as he twitched inside me his cum mixing with mine. Pathetic whimpers left my lips as he fucked his cum into me, some of it spewing out and dripping down my leg. He slowed down panting as he pulled out, my chest heaved trying to regain my breath.

I went to close my legs but he pushed them apart his eyes trained on the cum leaking out of my fucked out hole, dipping a finger in the mess he thrusted it back in slowly pumping in and out. My hand flew down to his trying to push it away, the overstimulation becoming to much. " such a good girl, gotta make sure my cum stays inside you , don't want anyone else touching my girls pussy." He whispered before retracting his hand.

He got off the bed after placing a kiss on my swollen lips and headed to bathroom after putting his underwear back on. He came back with a damp towel cleaning up the mess we made before helping me put on one of his shirts and putting on some shorts for himself .Picking me up bridal style he carried me to the living room placing me gently on the couch turning on the tv telling me he was going to change the sheets. When he came back he brought with a blanket and his phone plopping down next to me pulling me into his side and covering us in the fluffy blanket.

Wrapping an around me shoulder he placed a kiss on my head. "What do you want to eat ." He asked scrolling through the post app. I shrugged letting him know he could chose. After ordering the food we sat in silence for a moment. " Colby ? What are we?" I broke the silence with a whisper.

I was terrified of what he would say but I needed to know after what we just did. He turned his body putting the tv on mute and giving me his undivided attention. "I'd like to be more than just your friend " he whispered stroking my hair. " I thought you'd freak out if I said we were more before because we never really discussed it , but I should've talked to you right after. I'm sorry , we can be whatever you want us to be."

I grinned at him, a giant weight lifting off my shoulders. I leaned in placing a kiss on his lips before leaning back and whispering " I want us to be more."

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Some events may not be accurate

I’m not sure if Colby and Matt know each other but Matt rife is the first person to come to mind to use in this story .

I own all copyright to this story.

Please let me know what you think ! I hope you guys enjoy this story !!

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engie-ivy · 4 months

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(Wolfstar Christmas Get-Together Coffeeshop AU Holiday Fluff!)

3304 words.

Sirius is the town’s most eligible bachelor, and while home for the Holidays, everyone seems eager to get him coupled up.

Euphemia wants to set him up with this sweet boy who frequents the library where she works.

Hope Lupin wants to set him up with her own son.

James wants to set him up with Lily's cute best friend.

Sirius, however, isn't interested in any of them, as he's already smitten with the adorable guy from the coffeeshop.

This Love We Got Is the Best Of All

Merry Christmas - Ed Sheeran & Elton John

“Oh my!” Hope Lupin claps her hands together. “What a handsome young man indeed!”

“I told you, didn't I?” Euphemia beams at her. “Hope, this is Sirius Black, James’ best friend, but more like my second son. Sirius, this is Hope Lupin, she has recently joined my book club and I invited her over for tea.”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs Lupin,” Sirius smiles.

“Oh, please.” Hope Lupin waves her hand. “Call me Hope.”

“How was it at the shelter?” Euphemia asks Sirius.

“Very good!” Sirius’ face lights up. “Mr Snuggles’ owner came to pick him up. You should've seen how happy he was that he had found his friend back, it was lovely, and Mr Snuggles wouldn't stop purring.”

“Sirius is studying in London to become a veterinarian,” Euphemia explains to Hope. “And while he's in town for the Holidays, he's volunteering at the animal shelter.”

Hope leans her elbows on the table and rests her head on her hands. “Handsome, smart and good for animals,” she sighs. “All the girls in town must be swooning over you!”

“They are,” Euphemia chuckles. “But he has already broken all of their hearts by having no interest in girls. Though he has never brought home a nice boyfriend for Christmas either,” she adds, with a stern look at Sirius.

“You know,” Hope says, directing a meaningful smile at Sirius. “My son is about your age and still single. And knowing my boy, he'd be quite charmed by you.”

“Now, wait a minute!” Euphemia protests. “If you want to set Sirius up, you'll have to get in line, my dear Hope. There's this really sweet boy who frequents the library, and I've been dying for Sirius to meet him! If only Sirius would let me introduce them…”

“You know I'm not-” Sirius begins, but he's interrupted by Hope.

“Well, surely my own son comes with a higher recommendation than some boy from your workplace,” Hope insists.

“But I know Sirius,” Euphemia counters. “And I know his type best.”

“Hello?” Sirius waves. “Does anyone care what I think?”

“My son is everyone's type,” Hope says firmly.

“And if my match turns out to not be such a match after all, then your son is more than welcome to shoot his shot…”

“Apparently not,” Sirius sighs, hoisting his bag higher up his shoulder and walking out of the kitchen.

“So now they're both trying to set you up?”

James chuckles.

“It's not funny!” Sirius covers his face with his hands as he drops down next to James on James’ bed. “Just mum was bad enough, but now her friends as well?”

James pops himself up on his elbows and waggles his eyebrows. “That's what you get for being the town’s most eligible bachelor.”

“Middle-aged women meddling in your love life?”

“You know,” James says. “If you want to be one step ahead of the nosy ladies, there's always Lily's friend.”

Sirius groans. “Not you too, Jamie!”

“Oh, come on!” James exclaims. “He's a really chill guy and hella cute! You'd totally like him.”

“Jaaaaames, you know that I'm not… open.”

“Right,” James says, rolling onto his back. “Coffeeshop guy,” he sighs exasperatedly.

“Coffeeshop guy,” Sirius sighs dreamily.

“He's so funny and kind, James. You won't believe.”

James snorts. “What I mostly don't believe, is that you still haven't asked him out yet!”

“I'm getting there, I'm getting there,” Sirius says. “But it's not like I haven't made any progress! Did I tell you that he knows my order now?”

James rolls his eyes. “You've been coming there twice a day ever since you got back in town. If he didn't know your order by now, I'd worry about his mental capacities.”

“You should've seen the way he smiled at me yesterday when he handed me my drink” Sirius says dreamily, as if he hasn't even heard James. “He's so pretty, oh my gosh.”

“I would've loved to see that,” James says dryly. “But someone-” He pokes Sirius in his side “-made me solemnly swear that I wouldn't go near that coffeeshop.”

Sirius huffs. “You admitted that you wanted to interrogate him about ‘his intentions’!”

James shrugs. “Only my brotherly duty.” Then he grins. “Lily's friend already passed my test, by the way.”

“Good for him,” Sirius says unimpressed. “I'm sure he'll make someone very happy someday.”

“Good morning, Remus!”

Remus looks up from where he had been rearranging the pastries in the display. “Oh! Sirius! Morning! A good one. To you as well, I mean.”

“Did you survive the morning coffee rush?” Sirius asks as he approaches the counter.

“Barely,” Remus chuckles. “Good thing it's still too early for most people to order one of our more complicated Holiday Specials.” He shudders. “I'm already dreading the afternoon rush. Luckily some customers are thoughtful enough to always come when the rush is over,” he adds, smiling at Sirius.

Sirius’ stomach flutters. Sure, it's super inconvenient to always start his volunteer work at the shelter a bit late and always stay a bit longer, but that smile makes it all worth it. “Well, gotta make sure I get enough one-on-one time with my favourite barista,” Sirius replies with a wink, and he's pretty proud of his smoothness.

Remus’ cheeks colour, and that could be a good sign, though there's always the chance he's just making Remus uncomfortable.

“You charmer,” Remus mumbles, awkwardly bumping Sirius’ shoulder. “Are you looking for a discount?”

Sirius places a hand over his heart and gasps in pretend-shock. “I would never use my charm for such purposes.”

Remus has given him a free cinnamon bun once, and while Sirius is not much of a sweet tooth, he savored every bite.

“No,” Remus chuckles. “Great power and great responsibility, I suppose.”

“Can imagine rush hour is the worst around Christmas,” Sirius says, looking over the menu. “Must be rather frustrating when you have ten people waiting in line, four coffees still running, and someone goes and orders…” He narrows his eyes at the sign above Remus. “A caramel cookie dough vanilla bean syrup latte moccachino with whipped cream and hazelnut topping.” He looks back at Remus. “What even is that?”

Remus leans over the counter and smirks. “Wanna try one?”

“Remus,” Sirius says emphatically. “The day I walk in here and order something like that, please take me to the ER, because I must've slipped and hit my head on the way here.”

“Booo, you're no fun,” Remus pouts rather adorably, as he pushes himself up from the counter. “Your regular it is.”

“Thank you,” Sirius says, pleased.

“You know,” Remus says, turning around to make Sirius’ double shot cappuccino. “You really gotta step out of your comfort zone every once in a while.”

“My coffee is my comfort,” Sirius replies. “So what would even be the use of my coffee moment if I'm using it to step out of my comfort zone?”

“A little adventure, maybe?”

“It's not that I'm not adventurous, it's just that I know what I like and what I don't like.” Sirius shrugs. “I'm actually plenty adventurous in other aspects of my life.”

“Are you now?” Remus asks, turning around to bring Sirius his cup.

“Oh yeah,” Sirius says. “I love going on spontaneous road trips on my motorcycle, for instance. Did I tell you that I drive a motorcycle?”

Remus’ eyes slightly widen. “That's hot.”

Sirius arches an eyebrow.

“Erm, the coffee,” Remus says, putting the cup down in front of Sirius. “Very hot, so, erm, be careful.”

“Thanks,” Sirius says, giving Remus an amused look. “After having ordered it about twenty times already, that hadn't occurred to me yet.”

Remus immediately hands Sirius his cappuccino as he walks in that afternoon. He's got cacao powder stains on his apron, whipped cream on his cheek, cookie crumble in his hair, and a bewildered look in his eyes, making him look like a very cute mess.

Sirius arches an eyebrow. “You're not gonna try to push one of your Holiday Specials on me?”

Remus shakes his head. “I feel like I've made enough moccaccinos, frappuccinos, chococcinos, hazelnuccinos, or whatever kind of ccinos for the rest of my life. If you ordered one, I might have actually refused.”

“Well, not to worry,” Sirius says, taking a sip from his drink. “And here I thought my impeccable argumentation had convinced you.”

“Well, the motorcycle was a strong argument,” Remus says, leaning over the counter, resting his head on his hand. “Guess there's a whole other side of you outside of this coffeeshop that I do not know yet,” he murmurs, looking at Sirius intently.

Sirius tries to school his expression into something more collected than how he feels on the inside, because yet? Does that mean Remus wants to get to know him while he's not just doing his job? And god, must he be looking at him like that?

“Well, yeah,” Sirius says, surprising himself with how normal his voice comes out. “I suppose there is more to me than double shot cappuccinos.”

Remus smirks. “Who would've thought?”

“Excuse me?”

Remus jumps, only now noticing the woman standing at the counter. He quickly rushes to her. “Hi, yes, I'm sorry, how can I help you?”

Sirius finishes his coffee and slips on his jacket, staring at Remus, who's still having a conversation with the woman about the difference between a latte and a flat white. He's trying to work up enough courage.

“You!” Remus suddenly says, pointing his finger at Sirius while the woman walks away with her gingerbread latte. “You're not thinking about leaving without showing me, are you?” He turns his hand around and wiggles his finger, beckoning Sirius over. “Come on, let me see, let me see!”

Sirius rolls his eyes fondly as he walks over to Remus. “I wouldn't dare,” he says, as he whips his phone out of his pocket and opens his photos.

Remus eagerly looks at the screen. “Oh my, did Purrkins get her fur brushed? What a lovely lady!”

“She did, and she was quite the drama queen about it.” Sirius rolls his eyes. “You'd think we were trying to torture her.”

“Look how proud Bowie looks!”

“Well, he was a really good boy and found two sticks in the yard!”

“And who’s that fuzzy ball of fluff?”

“That's Myta! She was brought in today, and already made many friends.”

“And there's our dynamic duo!”

“Yes, little Adrian and his big brother Bram are still as inseparable as ever.”

“Oh! Is… Is this what I think it is?”

“It is! Siepie got adopted today!”

Remus sighs deeply as Sirius has swipes to the last photo. “God, I envy your job. I mean,” he adds quickly. “I know it's not always fun and very hard work as well.”

“I guess it is,” Sirius says. “But everytime I walk in and see those faces, it more than makes up for it.”

“That's what my friend who works in kindergarten always says,” Remus says. “But I could never quite imagine. In this case, though, I immediately believe it.”

Sirius grins. “Wanna quit this job and come volunteer in the shelter with me?”

“Too bad,” Remus says. “Getting paid is a non-negotiable for my job.”

“You'll get paid in cuteness!” Sirius insists.

“Cuteness doesn't pay college tuition, I'm afraid.” Remus chuckles. “Otherwise you'd be studying for free.”

Sirius opens and closes his mouth.

Remus turns bright red and runs a hand through his hair. “I… Erm, I mean…” He claps his hands. “Well, I better get cleaning! Considering my brain-to-mouth-filter apparently stopped working, I must be very tired. I should start closing up.”

“You know,” Sirius quickly says. “If you really want to know more about me outside of this coffeeshop, my chosen family is hosting a Christmas Eve party. Maybe you'd like to come?”

“Christmas Eve?” Remus replies. “Oh, I'm sorry. I already promised my mum that I'd go to this event with her on Christmas Eve.”

Sirius face falls. “Right. Of course. It's short notice, after all. Well, better luck next time.” Sirius turns to walk away.

“Sirius!” Remus grabs his wrist. “I really am sorry.”

Sirius looks down at Remus’ hand and then up to his face. “It's okay. It's Christmas Eve. You can't cancel on your mum, of course.”

Remus bites his lip. “Would you think me a terrible person if I kind of wish I could?”

Sirius smiles. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“That's amazing, mate!” James beams at him.

“We should not get ahead of ourselves,” Sirius warns. “I mean, he did say no.”

“But he obviously wanted to say yes!” James exclaims, grinning broadly.

“He did, didn't he?” Sirius’ face also breaks out into a grin. “I mean, he wouldn't have called me back to emphasize how sorry he was if he was just trying to blow me off.”

“Definitely not,” James assures him. “He's totally into you, just really couldn't make it. And now he knows you're interested, so nothing should be stopping him from asking you out next! Which is good, as the sooner we know if it's going to work out with coffeeshop guy, the better. Lily's friend is single now, but he won't be forever. Ow!” James rubs his arm where Sirius just punched him. “But of course I'm rooting for you!” He adds, upon seeing the glare Sirius is directing at him. “I'm just saying, it's a shame Lily's friend can't make it to the party either. It would've been good if you could've at least gotten to meet him before completely making up your mind on coffeeshop guy.”

Sirius lies back on the bed, folding his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. “I hate to break it to you, Jamie, but my mind is already completely made up on coffeeshop guy.”

James looks at Sirius and shakes his head. “You're really gone for him, aren't you?”

Sirius sighs. “I can't bloody stop thinking about him.”

“Good heavens,” James says. “You're down bad!”

“I'm glad mum's library boy couldn't make it to the party either,” Sirius says. “Now the only person I have to politely reject is Hope Lupin’s son. Though maybe he's completely mortified about his mother's meddling and isn't even into me at all,” he adds hopefully.

“Wouldn't count on it mate,” James says, lying down next to him. “A single gay guy seeing you and deciding he's not interested? That happened exactly never.”

Sirius groans, and James pats his leg sympathetically.

“I'm not even trying to boost your ego here. You know the effect you have when you walk into a room.”

Okay, so maybe Sirius does kind of know the effect he has when he walks into a room. Giggling, admiring glances, lingering looks, that sort of thing, but he had not exactly expected to have that effect on the middle-aged and elderly women of town.

At the Potters’ grand Christmas Eve party, it seems like every single one of them is stopping him. “Oh my, Sirius Black? Is that you? Look at you! My dear, you get more handsome every year! Say, is there a special someone in your life already?”

This is mostly followed by them listing all their children or grandchildren who are still single, while Sirius tries to politely get away before they whip out the photos. He's grateful that at least he hasn't run into Hope Lupin yet, shoving her son in his face. Photos are easier to get away from than an actual person, after all.

When talking to seventy-five-year-old Mrs Markell, she hadn't even been mentioning any grandchildren, and Sirius is wholly unprepared when she suddenly takes a stack of photos out of her purse, with no chance for him to get away on time. But it turns out she heard Sirius is studying to become a vet, and she just wants to show him pictures of her beloved dog, Mr Barkell. And well, Sirius is definitely here for that.

“Oh my god, what a handsome fella indeed!” Sirius is just gushing over Mr Barkell in his brand new Christmas sweater, knitted by Mrs Markell herself when he hears a familiar voice.

“Sirius?”

He looks up and immediately feels his heart speed up, because Remus in an apron is adorable, but Remus in a button-up and suit jacket? Good god. “Remus?” He manages to say. “What are you doing here? I thought you had that thing with your mum?”

Remus looks just as surprised as he does while gesturing around himself. “This is the thing with my mum.”

Sirius blinks. “Your mum took you to our Christmas Eve party?”

“Apparently,” Remus says, smiling sheepishly.

Suddenly, Euphemia’s voice can be heard. “Remus!”

“Msr Euphemia?” Remus stammers.

“You're here! Oh, how lovely.” Euphemia gives Remus a warm hug, before playfully slapping his shoulder. “And you made me think you couldn't make it, you,” she tuts.

“You know Remus?” Sirius asked, stunned.

Euphemia rolls her eyes. “Why, of course I know Remus! I've been trying to introduce you to him for ages! Ever since this adorable boy walked into my library,” she says fondly, squeezing Remus’ arm.

Before Sirius can say anything else, another voice sounds. “Oh no, you two are already talking!” Hope Lupin rushes up to them. “And I wanted to be the one to introduce you two!”

Euphemia frowns. “Why did you want to introduce Remus to Sirius?”

Hope blinks. “...Remus is my son?”

“Remus from the library is your son?” Euphemia exclaims.

The two women stare at each other for a moment, and then they burst out laughing. “Can you believe it…?” “This whole time…” “We were just trying to get Sirius together with the same person!”

Remus’ cheeks turn bright red. “Mum!”

“Remus! Mate! You're here!” Sirius probably shouldn't even be surprised anymore to see James running up to Remus and slinging an arm around him. “Lily said you already had other plans, but I'm super glad you made it after all!”

James lets go of Remus and walks up to Sirius, grabbing his arm and pulling him forward. “Have you met Sirius yet?”

“Yes,” Remus replies, looking a bit dazed. “As a matter of fact, I have.”

Sirius stares at him and opens and closes his mouth a few times before managing to produce words. “You're library boy, and Hope Lupin’s son, and Lily's friend?”

“Wait, really?” James speaks before Remus can reply. “Are you serious, Sirius? That's all the same person? All Remus?” He starts laughing and clasps Sirius on the shoulder. “I know how head over heels in love you are with your coffeeshop guy, but mate, this sort of seems like fate, doesn't it?”

Now it's Sirius’ face that turns bright red, as Remus raises his eyebrows. “James!” Sirius hisses.

James looks from Sirius, to Remus, and back again and his eyes widen. “What? Do you mean… No way!” He gasps. “Are you for real? That's insane, mate! Insane, but also kind of amazing. Wow, this best man's speech is going to write itself!”

“James!”

“So,” Sirius begins, staring up at the night sky after Remus and he have stepped outside for a moment to talk. "Apparently, everyone in my life has been trying to set me up with you.”

“Yeah,” Remus says, awkwardly scratching his head. “Sorry about that.”

“Don't be,” Sirius says, turning to him to look him in the eyes. “I must admit, I kind of like that everyone in our lives saw you, saw me, and all had the same thought: these two should be together.”

The smile Remus gives him makes Sirius feel warm even in the December cold. Remus reaches out his hand. “Including us?”

Sirius smiles back at him as he takes the offered hand. “Yeah, we beat them to it, didn't we?” He squeezes Remus’ hand softly. “Including us.”

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kairiscorner · 8 months

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Okay okay, hear me out. Miguel trying to figure out your secret identity because you're the only spider person who hasn't shared their backstory and Lyla can't find anything about you besides your spidersona, so he breaks his own rule and sneaks into your dimension in disguise, searches the city for you and is ready to go home with a failed personal mission, till (thanks to his super hearing) he hears you singing in your apartment and sees your open window with all your plants and a stray happily sunning itself while you tend to them all, and he's just mesmerized on the street cause like, woah. 🌷🌷🌷

oH MY GOD–I LOVE THIS !!! bc i recently also watched rocketman, i'm making y/n sing an elton john song favorite of mine 💖

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hold me closer, tiny dancer. – miguel o'hara x reader

as night fell in the city, cicadas and crickets hummed their songs in the bright, moonlit evening of tonight in the humble boulevard of the dimension you belonged to. you didn't live in the most well-off or best town in the city, but it was your home; your home that nobody else in HQ ever knew was even yours. you were a complete enigma to the rest of the multiverse, and you preferred to stay that way. it didn't bother you one bit that you only had your little rooftop garden to tend to and greet when you get home from a long mission. you made yourself a warm cup of tea and sat down by your little wooden table by your rooftop, your outdoor plants hung up by the macrame hangers you made for them all. you looked off at the yellow and white studded distance beyond your balcony and smiled slightly to yourself, enjoying the silence and solace of being alone, in your own home, in your own space. though little did you know... someone was searching for you, trying to figure out just who you were; it was no adoring fan of yours from this dimension, it was instead a coworker, your colleague back in earth-928: miguel o'hara.

"this is hypo and critical, mig." lyla warned miguel as he lifted up his gray jacket's hoodie up on his head as he scanned his surroundings. "would you kindly shut up and let me do my job?" he snapped at the AI assistant as she raised an eyebrow at him, shrugging. "one, i do all the scanning and difficult processing stuff for you in the nanoseconds, stand back and let me do my job. two, not my fault my servers don't have anything on them. just turn back now, miguel, it isn't worth finding out who they are—these are your principles, by the way." she reminded miguel as he sighed and covered the watch she was being projected from with his hand as he hid behind an apartment building. the surroundings were pretty clear, nobody else roamed these streets at night, except for a few night crawling critters that sung about in the night. though these creatures weren't the only singers of the night, for as miguel was about to head off in the opposite direction to begin searching for the person behind the spider person mask he had been so used to seeing—yearning to see the lovely face hidden underneath it—he had heard the opening notes of a classic melody being played on a piano. the melody sounded as though it were recorded, its sound was being carried out from a couple of speakers that didn't sound modern in the slightest.

"what is that?" miguel asked aloud to nobody in particular. "they're the opening notes to the elton john song, 'tiny dancer'. it's cute as hell." lyla said with a grin as miguel stepped out of the shadow of the big building and followed the sounds. the song reverberating from the speakers was fainter, but a new symphonic sound rang in his ears. a voice? a voice rang out in the depths of the otherwise silent, unbothered evening in this quiet, ordinary boulevard in your quiet, ordinary dimension—for the most part. as the song progressed, miguel had finally pulled himself out of the shadows and seen the lit up home you had. he took in the full view of the balcony of yours that was adorned with macrame hangers, potted plants of all different sizes and colors, and... you, there, looking off into the distance, smiling as that sonorous voice came from you.

"pretty-eyed... pirate smile... you'll marry a music man." you sang along as the song went on, taking a spray bottle from near the railing and humming the rest of the song's lyrics, spraying water on the plants' leaves all carefully and gently murmuring to the plants how big and healthy they've gotten. you smiled and continued singing the song as it got closer and closer to your favorite part of the song. "looking on... she sings the songs... the words she knows, the tune she hums..." you continued as you set the spray bottle down finally and sat down on your chair by the balcony, with miguel peering his head up ever so slightly to catch a better glimpse of you. "i know that voice..." he muttered as he almost accidentally slipped and landed in the light emitting from your home. "but, oh, how it feels so real—lying here, with no one near; only you, and you can hear me. when i say softly... slowly..." you sang in a gentle voice as you got up slowly and put one foot over the other, as if in a ballerina position and raised your arms slightly, not caring who would see... not knowing miguel was watching you perform for yourself in full view. "hold me closer, tiny dancer... count the headlights on the highway..." you sang as you twirled yourself around gracefully, with the skills of a poised ballet dancer. your gentle, elegant movements made miguel pause and open his mouth slightly ajar in amazement. "they're... wow." he whispered to himself as you put your arms down and sighed, re-entering your home and sliding the windows closed, disappearing into your home for the night. miguel had known you were a sophisticated fighter that always carried honor in their hearts and poise in their movements—but he never witnessed you perform, let alone so freely, happily and... alive.

"y'done?" lyla asked miguel, snapping him out of his trance. "a-ah, right, um... okay. we... can go home now." "something tells me you don't wanna just yet." lyla pointed out as miguel darted his eyes back up to your unit and quickly tore his gaze away with a sigh as he put in the coordinates back to HQ, opening a portal and stepping foot in it, casting one last glance back up at your humble little apartment, the apartment where the tiny dancer who has his heart performed for the very first evening when his life felt like it really started now. "...it doesn't matter what i want. i got what i came here for, let's go." he whispered as he moved his gaze away from your home and wordlessly bid your dimension a goodbye, or rather... a see-you soon.

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holdmytesseract · 4 months

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At Thor's and Jane's house; quite a few miles away from the Avengers compound...

Snow flakes dance outside of the window. Fairy lights are everywhere. The smell of Christmas wafts through the house.

Jane & Y/N: standing in the kitchen and preparing dinner, as the lines of Ed Sheeran's & Elton John's 'Merry Christmas' sound through the rooms

Thor: rummages through the closet in the bedroom upstairs; searching for the santa hat while he tries to squeeze his muscular legs inside the red trousers of his costume

Frigga: sits on the sofa beside Odin; holding her newest grandson Erik; eyes glittering with love

Eisa & Ella: trying to teach their grandfather how to play Paw Patrol Uno

Eisa, giggling: No, grandpa, you can't play the reverse card now.

Odin, completely confused: Why can I not?

Ella, giggling as well: Because you are not allowed to. Eisa played the skip card. points at it

Odin, shaking his head: By the Norns... What a devious game...

Ella & Eisa (and even Frigga): trying to suppress the giggles

Loki: is on his way to the kitchen, in order to show his wife how he dressed up Narfi

Loki: Come on, little man, let's show your mama how sweet you look.

Narfi: wears a Christmas elf costume with the cutest green hat on top of his tiny raven locks

Narfi: Narfi elf! giggles

Loki: chuckles Yes, buddy. You're a cute, little Christmas elf.

Loki: Darling, look at our little Frost Giant.

Y/N: eyes widen as she sees Narfi

Y/N, laughing: Oh my, babe! He looks soo cute!

Y/N: takes the little boy in her arms

Y/N: You look so cute, sweetie. smooches Narfi's cheek

Jane: can't help but laugh as well

Jane: He's the sweetest elf I've ever seen. boops her nephew's nose

Loki: just smiles; enjoys to spend the most wonderful time of the year with his whole family

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a/n: Christmas greetings from the Baby Fever universe! 😉🎅🏻🎄🤍

PS. I couldn't resist to pick this song. Sorry. 👀🤭

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elisysd · 19 days

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9. How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: Your Song - Elton John

Since he had received your text Charles was excited. He had not stopped pacing his room, trying to come up with ideas to show you that he could be an amazing boyfriend, that you would trust him. He was excited and the little break between Barcelona and Montreal was the occasion to spend time with you. So, not saying a word to you, he rented a place in Paris for the week, hoping to spend time with you. He had a plan and he couldn’t wait to put it into action.

I’ll be in Paris for a few days starting from tomorrow. I was hoping to see you.

Sure, I would love that.

Maybe you can give me your work schedule? It could be easier to plan things.

He smiled when you gave it. You didn’t know what he had in mind, and trusting home with your work schedule so naively was cute. He arrived in Paris late at night, under the rain which made him instantly regretting the sun of Monaco. But you were worth every drop of rain, he knew it. That night he had a hard time finding sleep.

Your day had been eclectic, spent in the studio recording your voice over for the Alpine documentary and working on the next episodes which would be filmed in the upcoming weeks. You were dreaming of going back home, a nice bubble bath and a take away eaten in front of a trashy reality show.

You packed your bag, said goodbyes to your colleagues who were still there and made your way out. You were not excited at the idea of taking the subway. It was always crowded at this time of the day. You badged your way out, wished a good evening to the lady at the reception desk and almost had a heart attack when you noticed Charles, leaning against a rented car, all dressed up in a black suit and with a huge bouquet of red roses in his hand. As you walked to him, you couldn’t help but smile and blush when he handed you the flowers.

“Thank you. What are they for?” you asked as he opened the door for you.

“Because I wanted to. Get used to it, that’s something that will happen a lot when you finally give us a chance.” he winked.

“How was your meeting?”

“Well… I might have lied to you. I don’t have any meetings. I just didn’t want to scare you off by telling you that I was coming here only for you.”

“You didn’t have to, you know. I mean, I appreciate it, truly. But I don’t want to take away from you time that you could use to train.”

“Don’t worry about that.” he smiled, putting a hand on your knee and squeezing it.

In front of your building, you suddenly didn’t want to leave.

“Do you want to come inside for a drink?” you asked.

“Not today, I have a call with my brother about something work related, and I’m not lying this time, but I’ll see you tomorrow.” when he leaned in and kissed your cheek, you thought you were about to faint.

You couldn’t focus the next day at work. You couldn’t help but think about Charles and what he had planned. You didn’t know what to expect but frankly, you didn’t care. You were trusting him enough to let yourself go with the flow. He wouldn’t hurt you, he cared about you enough to go out of his way for you. It felt nice. You were distracted the whole day, something unusual to you to the point Marion didn’t hesitate to tease you about it.

“Your head is in the clouds, missy, today. Who is to blame? A good lover?”

You blushed violently, stumbled on your words and immediately apologized, pretending you had a call to take, making Marion laugh. You avoided everyone the whole day, focusing on your tasks and hoping no one would bother you. And finally when you got out, you found Charles in the exact same position as the previous day. Instead, this time, it was a box of chocolate in his hands and not a bouquet of flowers. He drove you again again, and when you asked him if today he wanted to come inside, he refused once again.

“Let me be a gentleman, okay? And a true one doesn’t get inside the flat of the girl he fancies before the first date.”

“And when should I expect this first date?”

“Tomorrow.” he smiled.

It couldn’t come fast enough. You met him the next day, the same way as before but this time it was not a box of chocolate or flowers that were waiting for you. It was a teddy representing a pressing horse and you laughed at the sight. It was so cheesy that it was starting to get cute and you felt bad to not be able to do even half as much as he was doing. He asked you all about your day which you were happy to tell him with impressive details and before you were aware of it, you were at the restaurant. He helped you get out of your coat and you swore he checked you out for a moment and all of a sudden; you were very glad to have chosen your favorite little black dress. He was also elegantly and simply dressed in a white shirt and black jeans.

He led you in a quiet area where no one would bother you and when finally silence settled, you started to feel uncomfortable. You didn’t know what to say an you were glad when he took the lead.

“So, you’ve never told me where you were from.”

“I’m from the south east of France.” you replied checking the drink menu.

“Really? Near Monaco?”

“God no. No offense, it’s a pretty city. I’m from Avignon. It’s what? Three hours away?”

“If you respect the speed, I guess.” he laughed as you threw a napkin to his face. “How was it, growing up there?”

“Very nice. It’s a pretty city, a bit medieval and I was lucky to be able to grow up in a very cultural environment. We have a big festival, you know. I used to work there when I was younger. And by younger I mean when I was like… thirteen? I think?”

“Is that even legal?”

“Absolutely not! But most of the people coming during summer are people from Paris who don’t know the city that much so they are ready to pay locals big money to promote their shows. Some summer I was making maybe two thousands euros which is insane when you think about it.”

“What were your parents saying?”

“They didn’t know! What did you want me to tell them? They would have stopped me from going and they had other things on their plate with Luc.” your smile disappeared.

“So you have good memories from that time.”

“I love Avignon. I miss it sometimes but my parents made me hate the idea of coming back. They tarnished the city for me.I have a strained relationship with them. My mom especially. My dad is more passive than her.”

“Do you mind if I ask what happened? If I overstep…”

“You don't. I mean, it’s not a big secret or whatever. My mom thinks I’m responsible for Luc's death, as twisted as it sounds. She thinks that if I had not introduced him to F1, he would still be there. It’s stupid I know. And she hates me for leaving for New York when his health started to worsen. I should have said, he was more important than any other stupid dreams I was chasing.”

“And how did you get into F1 in the first place?” Charles asked, curious.

“From my grandad. He was a huge fan. He died a few years ago when I was about to start college. See, this is what I mean when I say that this job is important to me. I do it for me, but also for the people I love and lost along the way.” you explained, a sad look on your face.

“I understand. More than what you can believe.” he whispered, taking your hand in his.

He didn’t need to say more, you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“You’re talking about your dad and Jules.” he nodded and you rushed to add. “I feel bad to know about that but at the same time it’s part of my job and…”

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to act surprised. But yeah, I know what it is like to put so much pressure on yourself in order to make people proud. I know they are proud of me, from where they are. But no matter how much I know it…”

“You can’t help it. If you’re not proud enough of yourself you feel like you’re failing them.” you finished.

“Exactly. If I fail, it means failing them too.”

You moved to lighter topics until it was late in the night and you were starting to yawn. Charles paid the bills and soon you made your way to your residence building. Once there, Charles stopped the engine and a comfortable silence fell in the car. You leaned back against the seat as he looked at you, the reflection of the moon shining in his eyes. You looked at him with the same intensity and he slowly proceeded to close the space between both of your bodies, giving you enough time to back off if you wanted to.

“Charles…” you breathed, thinking about everything that could go wrong.

“Don’t… close your eyes and imagine a world away from responsibilities and complications, a world where it’s only you and I. How does it feel?”

“Perfect.” you admitted.

“Then, hold onto that feeling.”

Opening your eyes you saw him closer than ever. So close that you could see the different shades of green and blue in his eyes. Your gaze fell on his parted lips and when you looked up again, you slightly nodded, giving him the final sign he needed before capturing your lips with his. You didn’t think twice, putting a hand behind his neck as your other one moved to his cheek, trying to get him even closer to you. You felt his weight on you as he pressed you against the door of the car. It was uncomfortable but you didn’t care. all you could feel was him and you didn’t want it to stop. Never. When he finally broke the kiss, you felt cold all of the sudden, your body searching for the heat he had provided in such a short while.

“What does it mean now?” you asked

“Whatever you want it to mean.”

“I want that. I want what's going on between us, but can we take it slow?”

“Of course, your pace is mine.”

“And… I want to keep it between us. No one can find out.”

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ladystardust-thinks · 5 months

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you are in love - t.e.

taron egerton x fem!reader, fluff

request:

Hi hiii! Can I request a fluffly imagine w Taron Egerton where he's simping over the reader during an interview? Thank youu have a nice day!!!

a/n: Aloha! I'm scared of this fic not getting seen by the anon that requested it bc I thought I had kept another ask by them, were they talked about it being neutral, if possible, but turns out I deleted it (😭) so now I don't know if they see it. IF YOU DO PLS SEND ME AN ASK SAYING YOU SAW IT, I AM BEGING. Btw inspired by you are in love by taylor swift, I thought that was obvious though, kinda want to do a part 2 where you keep his shirt and he keeps his word, but it's just an idea

tags/warnings: not proofread at all, wrote it half-drunk idk if it's obvious lmao, language, mention of reader's hair, taron & reader swooning and dying and being obsessed with eachother, she/her pronouns, drinking, casual love confession, third and first person pov, i think that's all.

word count: no word count bc I was bored, but it's pretty long ig

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"I think being unofficially adopted by Elton was inevitable on set. We've just recognised that only one could be the favourite."

She nods slowly and a grin forms on her face. Taron can't form more of a smile. His cheeks were in pain. Three minutes into the interview and still, not able to answer a question. That's a lie, actually. He could answer a lot of questions. What her favourite song is, the amount of summer fruit she eats in wintertime just because they look cute, the color her eyes have when she sits in front of the sun, every tiny little thing, but that'd be useless in a press tour.

His favourite questions though would be the ones he asked her. The ones about music. How much she relates to Vienna, the guitar solo from Killer Queen, what does she think of the cowboy like me lyrics. Anything she could talk about for hours, he could listen to for hours.

"My back hurts." She whispers to him during the commercial break he didn't realize they were in. "What?"

"My back hurts from carrying this interview. Say something. Otherwise I'm going to die the day Jimmy Fallon makes an interesting conversation point." She whisper-shouts and him.

"I mean it's pretty hard to be hated when you don't have a personality, isn't it?"

He shrugs and smiles at her.

"I feel bad, we're sitting here gossiping about our host. But yeah. True."

She giggles thinking of his joke again. He looks at her as he is trying to keep his smile from exploding. As if he'd laugh with all his teeth if he let go. He's looking at every part of her, his eyes following the curves of her hair, her cheeks with their smile lines, because of her wide beams throughout the years. His eyes going all over her, as if he was scanning her, as if he'd been memorising every little one of her characteristics.

"What's wrong with you today, did I turn into a ghost?" She asks him, smiling.

"What?" He laughs slightly.

"You look at me all the time with that dead fish face. As if you're constantly wondering about something."

"I wonder about a lot of things, I'm a very philosophical man."

"I'm pretty sure that's how Freud's mommy issues started."

"Stop it."

"You stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Being so distracted."

"Only when you stop being so distracting."

"I know, I'm gorgeous but get your shit together."

"You are." He turns to look at her and smiles.

Stunned, she pauses a bit, pursing her lips together. As if she wasn't expecting the compliment. As if he didn't look captivated by every little move she made, the fidgeting of her hands or the twitch of her nose when she was confused. She also turns to look at him.

"Thank you." She lets out a breathy laugh.

"You don't look half bad. Actually, no. You don't look quarter bad! I don't even know if that makes sense, but it felt nice to say." She feels something newfound. Something hopeful and surprising all together. She wondered if he could see it in her eyes, though she hoped he couldn't because it felt vulnerable. She wasn't at ease, she was just delighted enough to only fly right over her safety net. Just in case.

***

As a person I have a lot of qualities, whether people would argue if they're good or bad, I did and they were a lot. Sadly, being patient is not one of them. I have to be distracted from everything at anytime and be constantly stimulated. Sitting down on a makeup and hair chair to be Laura's laboratory animal was one of these activities. One that could bore me very easily, but I also loves doing. It makes her happy to try new things and it makes me happy to see it.

Scrolling on tiktok, I land on a clip from last night's interview, with Taron.

'Currently needing someone to look at me like Taron Egerton looks at his co-stars',

read the caption.

"You're a lucky ass girl." Laura howls seeing my screen from over my head.

I look up and grimace at her.

"You're invading my personal space."

"You are my best friend, I've been invading your personal space since we were 20 and you were crying in the bathroom of a bar because the little umbrellas the cocktails had were 'just too cute'. Get over yourself, he's as cute as the umbrellas, you were thinking it, I said it."

"I- Touché."

Is he?

I mean he's really nice and you'd probably call him charming. And he hears me, which not a lot of people do - including me - anytime i ramble on about... anything.

You could call him cute, yes. He can be funny aswell. It might be the british-ness, I'm not sure. Though, I do enjoy spending time with him.

He's also nice to look at. That sounds weird. He is objectively, and only objectively, really attractive.

"Laura." I say sternly and look up at her through the mirror.

"Mhm..." She's so nonchalant about this. I need some sympathy here!

"You think?" My eyebrows furrow and I tilt my head. I belive I was denying my thoughts more than I was questioning them.

"If you don't, I will. I guarantee you though, I won't be as successful." Her grin makes me frown in thought. At least this is going to be an interesting press tour, isn't it?

***

"I can't say something like that, she'd kill me."

"You smile like an idiot when she talks to you. If she were to kill you she would've already."

"I- I don't think I would mind. I mean, it's from her hands, at least I'd die a happy man."

Richard squints his eyes. "Yes... And you still can't find a way to say that. Uh-huh."

The backstage for their interview had an air, heavier than it needs to be for Taron to process. Variety interview, press event, after-party. That was the schedule for the day, as of 5 minutes prior. Five minutes, in which he felt actually, relaxed. All until we had to shove a 'Confess your immortal passionate love to your co-star (bonus points if she doesn't hate you)' in the To-Do list. Taron thought Richard might, could, maybe, possibly, ever in a million years, be a bit of help.

But he wasn't, he was just being a dick about it, no pun intended. 'Yeah, you're smitten mate.' as if he didn't know that! He didn't need a doctor's diagnosis to tell him he was absolutely and utterly in love. What were the possibilities he wouldn't be? How could anyone not be? He hadn't ever met a more genuine and caring and generous and sweet person in Hollywood. No, fuck Hollywood, his life.

***

Entering the venue hurt him physically. At least that's what it felt like. You cannot judge him, if you had her waving at you from across the room with this wide smile you would've understood. He purses his lips into an upside-down smile he couldn't hold, he would never want to disappoint her like this, but he couldn't wave back of course. He thought he'd faint any moment if he moved. Right, fun. What was he supposed to do, ignore her? Avoid her? That might aswell hurt more. His breath hitched when she began walking over to him. What was wrong with him? He is a confident grown ass man, why does she make him act like that, how does she manage that? Why can she walk in and make the room shine? Why is she so genuinely funny and interesting? How can she be so talented, but at the same time so understanding of others. If it wasn't her Taron wanted to confess to, he'd ask her for advice.

"Thank god you're here! The music is boring, the food is bland and the people are so rich I can't even comprehend if they're talking about their yacht, their Oscar or their villa."

She clearly wasn't doing any better. "Need saving?" he teases and she finds herself chuckling. That's a sweet thought. A nice way to put it. Need a knight to save her from the absolute dread of boredom.

"Yes, Romeo."

"Romeo? I'm flattered."

"You shouldn't be, you die."

"I die in love."

"You die heartbroken, have you read it?"

"Under love's heavy burden do I sink."

"Very well delivered, congratulations."

"Thank you very much."

She smiles and sighes, he's so stupid, it's kind of adorable. What's even more stupid is how stupid he makes her feel. She feels like a fool when she can't come up with a sarcastic comment. She feels like a fool when she notices looking at her and can't even whisper, if ever utter a word. She just smiles. It's annoying.

"Well Romeo and Juliet is pretty fitting, considering you look like you just escaped straight out of some fairytale." He had to gather all his courage and make this compliment, but at least she liked it. No, she loved it. She adored it. It was so adorable, it was so nice. It's a compliment you see being said in books and movies. Made her feel gorgeous, like she was the only one in the room.

"I- Romeo and- Sorry. Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy, not a fairytale." She wasn't sure what else to say and what she did already was supposed to come out way more confident, it didn't. Obviously.

***

I’m not certain how we did so, but we ended up in the backyard of somebody, who knew somebody, who knew somebody who had cheap wine and a good taste in music, but we did. I had a drink in my hand and I was going off about something, but the conversation was changed soon enough. When Taron asked me, how the hell was I single. I looked at him. I squinted and sighed. "Why wouldn't I be? I mean I'm fun and pretty and famous, but who does commitment with a cat lady?! Who would want something long term? Pffft nobody."

I don't think I realised what I was whining on about until I heard him speak up. He said 'Me.' He really said me! It was so foolish, and I was so drunk, but he did say it.

"You."

"Me."

"You're funny."

"Only when I'm joking."

"Fuck. Would you?"

"Would I what?"

"No like, would you actually?"

"...Yeah. Yeah, probably.".

"That's- So you like me?"

"No, I don't think so."

"But-"

"I love you, I believe."

I was just looking at him. I could not function. I thought about the cost of being hospitalised for possible heart abnormalities and cardiac arrest. Saying me too seemed cheaper and more beneficial, so that was what I went with.

"Are you joking?" I let out a breathy laugh, thinking his concerns were ridiculous. "This whole time? Oh my god. I just wasted all this time."

"All this time of what?" He asks and I wonder, how could he not understand? It was so painfully obvious that I wanted him. I craved to hear his laugh and listen to him every day, 'til I would die.

"All this time of not being with you."

His mouth was left a bit agape, but I could see a smile being formed slowly. He just looked at me. With that stupid dead fish face he'd done at first. Laura's gonna love this.

"Could you do me a favour?" I look at him and chuckle.

"What is it?"

"Could you say it again?" I smile, tight lipped.

"I love you."

#taron egerton #taron egerton x reader #taron egerton fluff #taron egerton x reader fluff #taron egerton x fem!reader

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winniethewife · 6 months

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It's undeniably real (Layla El-Faouly x The Moonknight system x Reader)

Chapter 3: How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Thanks to @reallyrallyauthor for turning me onto the Pic.

Warning: sex mentioned, aftercare.

Words: 1159

Steven and I were having a day in. Sitting next to each other in bed while we each individually reading. I glance over at him at the same time he glances at me and I smile.

“You a’right there love?” He gives me his usual cheeky grin and soft Puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah, I’m good baby.” I lean in and kissed his cheek. “I love our lazy days. Just you me and a couple good books.”

“Me too. It’s nice, but I am having a little bit of a hard time focusing on my book.” Steven says with a chuckle

“Yeah and why’s that?” I put the bookmark in my book and smile at him as he does the same.

“Well, with you sitting right here, In these cute little PJ shorts…” his hand glides up my thigh as his hand reaches the edge of the shorts she slides his hand along the edge teasing.

“Well… I didn’t mean to be distracting baby…” I smile at him and move to straddle him on the bed making him instantly blush. “Does this help?” I tease.

“Uhm…depending on your definition on help?” His hand landing instinctually on my hips, as his face flushes brighter and her looks up at me biting his lip slightly. “Gods you’re beautiful. Just my luck innit? Getting to see you every day…we’re just really lucky to have you.”

“And I’m lucky to have you, all of you.” I say softly as I lean in and kiss him softly on the nose. And then on the lips. A small whimper leaving his lips as I taste his lips. I slide my tongue over his bottom lip to encourage him, his lips part and I take the opportunity. Our tongues played together, my hands go up into his hair as his hands run up my back pulling me in closer. Just then the bedroom door creaks open and Layla chuckles

“You two getting busy without me?’ She teased.

“What did you want to join?” I asked with a smirk as Steven turned an even deeper shade of red.

“I think…I wanna watch.” Layla says seductively as she takes a seat on the bed opposite us. “If that’s okay with you Steven.”

“Y-yeah...Of course Love.” He managed to stutter out.

When Steven and I went on our first date I had already decided I was telling them yes but figured it was only fair to give everyone a chance. Steven and I met at the local Science and History museum. I was a little nervous, I was meeting Steven for the first time, what if…

“Sorry, so sorry I’m late love.” The British accent made my heart leap in my chest, he wore his curls loose, a kind of goofy patterned shirt under a over shirt, he was adorable, something I would never say of his other two alters.

“It’s alright, I didn’t even notice.” I smiled as I turned to him.

“Woah, you look amazing!” He looked me over, I laughed, just a dressy top and Jeans was apparently enough to wow him.

“Thanks Steven. I’m glad to finally meet you.” I took a step closer and gave him a hug, which he reciprocated with the most adorable surprised sound

“I-It’s good to meet you too.”

As we make our way through the museum Steven is listing off facts and telling me interesting stories about almost everything we come across. At some point he’s explaining something about the formation of the quartz in front of us when I reached for his hand taking it in my own and weaving my fingers in between his. He stuttered for a second as he looked down at my hand and smiles softly.

“That’s nice…I like that.”

“I thought you might.”

“You’re…I mean…I really like you.” Steven looks at me with a shimmer in his eye, a smile on his lips as he squeezes my hand

“I really like you too Steven.”

“That’s good…Can I…Can I keep holding you hand?” He asked innocently

“I’d like that.” I smiled.

I was heavily panting, Steven also breathing heavy on top of me as we ride out our highs, My eyes look over his upper body covered in marks from our love making, I lean up and kiss him softly, a soft moan leaves his lips. I feel a soft touch on my face and I see Layla out of the corner of my eye, her dark eyes filled with love.

“Ya helo, look at you…so pretty under him...” She murmurs

“Layla…” I look over at her and reach out to hold her hand as Steven leaves kisses along my neck, he cuddles in close, his naked body against mine as Layla leans in kissing me softly, soft lips on mine, our fingers woven together as she leans in. the Smell of her Egyptian musk perfume tickles my senses as she drags her fee hand along my chest.

“My beautiful girls, I just can’t get enough…” Steven caresses Layla’s hair and Kisses my neck again. I softly moan into the kiss as he sloppily glides his tongue along my neck. Layla chuckles slightly in to the kiss before puling away, I let out a soft whimper of protest.

“Shhh…that’s it pretty girl, be good for me now, I’m gonna go start dinner.” Layla says as she runs her thumb across my lip before giving Steven a quick kiss on the shoulder and heading out of the room. Steven looked at me with a loving look in his eye. His soft expression is endearing. I lean in and give him another soft kiss. Running my fingers through his dark curls.

“I love you…” He says softly as he presses his forehead to mine.

“I love you too…I always will.” I reply with my hands still in his hair. He lets out a soft chuckle.

“Will you always be happy like this? We’re married to Layla…We can never marry you…Doesn’t that bother you?” Steven asks with genuine sadness in his eyes.

“No it doesn’t, Steven I don’t need to be married to be happy. I’m happy just being with you. My life is better with you all in it and that’s all I need.” I stroke his face gently as I say this in an attempt to reassure him.

“That’s…That’s good.” He smiles relieved and gives me a soft quick kiss. “You know we’d marry you too…If you wanted…Jake thinks about you in white all the time.” He chuckles softly, I can imagine Jake cussing him out for telling.

“Does he now? Well, sometimes in the poly community we do things like commitment ceremonies, they’re just like weddings but nothing legal about them really.”

“That sounds nice. Maybe someday we’ll do something like that yeah?”

“Yeah maybe someday.” I smiled at the eager look in his eye, I get the feeling Jake might not be the only one who wants to see me in white.

Translations:

Ya Helo: my beautiful

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years

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Imagine being Maverick's daughter and quickly catching the eye of both Rooster and Hangman, unknowingly starting a cutthroat competition. - SECRET ENDING

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[Part 1] [Rooster's Ending] [Hangman's Ending]

Note: credit goes to @vintagecarsandrecordplayers for the idea

Maverick was pretty insistent on you tagging along for a few beers at The Hard Deck that night. Although you came all the way to spend some time with him, he was convicted it wouldn't be good for you to hang out only with your own father. Maybe the trainee pilots could also do with talking to someone their age but outside of the military.

After their vicious competition during dogfighting, Rooster and Hangman wanted that very evening to settle the score. Neither of them was willing to accept anything but the win - 'second place is the first loser', or so they say.

The bar, aside from people, was filled with the sound of Elton John's Saturday Night's Alright. Looking around the venue, Bradley and Jake finally spotted you in the least expected place imaginable - by the bar with Bob. You were practically glued to the timid pilot, staring at him with excitement and fascination. Hangman was ready to drop kick Bob when he saw him shyly touch your fingers, trying to help you with something. Phoenix was sitting in one of the booths, giving her friend a genuine 'thumbs up' whenever he nervously looked away from you. Together with Penny, the women exchanged giddy looks of happiness.

Then your laughter resonated in their lovesick ears and, looking over your and Bob's shoulders, Rooster and Hangman saw the reason for your alluring radiance - origami llama made from a napkin. It wasn't perfect but still an impressive show of your handiwork.

"You're good at it." Bob's voice was tense, clearly showing just how nervous you made him feel. Despite that, he was doing really well.

"I have a great teacher," you answered with a smile and he swore he was about to get light-headed. "This is so cool." Bob was watching you carefully examine the napkin animal. Even a blind person could see the adoration in Bob's eyes, despite being covered with nervous shyness. He took Phoenix's words to heart, 'impress her with something', and hoped he made the right choice.

"I can make an armadillo too," he offered quickly. Bob was ready to make an entire zoo of origami animals if that meant spending more time with you.

"Really? Damn, where'd you learn all of this?"

Your and Bob's conversation continued and Rooster along with Hangman, but only for a moment, were considering whether this was some elaborate, greatly unfunny, practical joke. It's going to take them some time to realize that while they were busy cockfighting, someone made an actual effort to win your affection.

"What the hell?" Jake said under his breath. It had to be his first time seeing a guy trying to flirt with a girl by teaching her to do origami. What he wasn't willing to admit, however, was that this 'lame game', as he thought to himself, seemed to be working amazingly. "Library-dweller is trying to steal my girl."

"Your girl?" Rooster repeated before erupting with laughter. To Bradley, it was truly humorous that Jake even entertained the thought of you finding him attractive. "She probably doesn't even know your name. Lucky her."

They watched in their own private horror as you put your origami llama in the chest pocket of Bob's uniform. Then you leaned in and swiftly placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, making Floyd's face burn an even brighter shade of red. Suddenly, both of them finally understood why Maverick was so adamant about them steering clear from you.

"I'm gonna go throw up," Jake spat out. He was heading out when Rooster decided to rub his loss in.

"I don't know, man," Bradley said feigning ambivalence. In all honesty, he wasn't any less heartbroken than Hangman. "They're kinda cute together."

"Shut the hell up, Bradshaw." Jake's finger was a mere inch away from Rooster's face. Consumed by his anger, Hangman left The Hard Deck and Bradley would have laughed like has never before if the girl of his dreams didn't just kiss a different man. The only thing that made the whole ordeal a little lighter and less heartbreaking for Rooster, was the fact that Jake was absolutely livid. Maybe he didn't win himself but seeing Hangman lose was enjoyable enough.

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peachiemilkytea · 5 months

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Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3

Summary: On her day off from FredBear Diner, (Y/n) hangs out with her long time best friend Cheryl Jo. At a frozen yogurt restaurant, rumors and gossip come up about her boss, William Afton. Though trouble arises with old high school classmates. At the perfect time, Henry calls her with a task.

Parings: Michael Afton x Fem!Reader

Warning: slow burn!! Mention of the F slur (guys I’m lgbtq) , strangers to enemies to friends to lovers?? Catcalling, coming of age, vulgar language, (Y/n) is mentioned throughout this

WC: 39k

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Skating along the pavement, you can hear everyone talking and cars pass by. The sounds of music coming from my Walkman on my hip. Cheryl and I are getting frozen yogurt. I turned off my walkman and stopped in front of Tutti Frutti's Frozen Yogurt. The jingle bell on the door dinged as I pushed open the door and walked in.

The restaurant walls were light blue and white edges, a white and black tile floor, a pink counter, white countertops, An isle side counter reaching to the end of the other wall, white tables with swivel chairs and pink padded seats. The windows made more light come into the room and they had little ice cream stickers and letters. In one of the seats was a beautiful redheaded girl, short hair curling up and outwards, side bangs curled, dark mahogany eyes, curled lashes and thin plucked eyebrows, and red tinted lips. Shined pearls around her neck, a collared baby pink short sleeved dress, a white belt, and black heels. She turned my way and waved exaggeratedly. I gave her a small smile. “What took you so long?" Cheryl said with an excited smile.

Cheryl Jo, she's always so chipper. When I was sitting on a bench at school for lunch. Yeah I was alone taking up the whole seat with my legs and using my backpack as a pillow. Then Cheryl came up behind me and read the comic book, Vampirella, over my shoulder. Surprisingly the bimbo girl knew about it and ranted to me about the series. Till the two of us were reading it together. It became our routine to see each other at that bench for a while. I miss school even though I graduated. Cheryl is... a bimbo. But she's my bimbette so what can I say? She's very bubbly and chipper. Though she lacks intelligence she has emotional intelligence. In my opinion emotional intelligence is greater than all others. She always gets what she wants but she always takes care of me. She's always there and spoils me. Weirdly enough, she'll get guilty when I give her things but she's always the one spoiling me. Think of a glam being your complete opposite and being your all time best friend. She has a big heart and not a smart brain, but that's okay.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry Cher. I almost hit an old lady on the way here! She's okay though but still!" I said sitting in the seat in front of her flipping my brown flannel back to provide more open space. I leaned my cheek on my hand with my elbow on the table. “Okay anyway, I have some gossip! So I ran into this B-boy at a party I was at. He was necking me and stayed with me the whole night. Saying all the things I wanted to hear right? Then Messila had a drink spilled on her because of this spaz who was fighting with her over some stupid jock. I'm like ugh girls were out of high school and he's in his senior year, grow up and get a real man. I had to leave B-boy and help Messila. Then oh my god I saw Simon making out with John. I don't care what people say they are so cute together. Elton ended up drinking too much and tried flirting with me but I pushed him off like this and yelled 'As if!' He ended up puking all over the pool table. Then B-boy and I met up again. He drove me home. He was just the sweetest!" Cheryl ranted with her wild hand movements and this light in her eye.

Her stories were always so intriguing. You see Cheryl was fairly popular in high school. She was prom queen twice! That popularity stuck with her when high school ended. She'd go to college parties, hang out with important people, buy the most beautiful things, and so on. I'm surprised she's not stuck up for being like this. The movies are wrong about some people. “You got a lot going on. When do I get to meet this B-boy? Wait Elton from high school? The journalist? Those girls sound so immature. I always knew Simon and John had a thing for each other from the stories you told me. They always seemed so... fruity. Good for them! How's college going for you?" I asked, looking at the menu. I got paid by Henry so might as well get something. I'm kinda Henry and William's secretary. I just do whatever they tell me and get it done then I get paid.

"Beauty school has been stellar! I learned about highlights and lowlights, then we got to make solution and use bleach then use dye. The teachers were giving me a bad time cause I fucked up the shampoo or oh! You didn't make the solution right! Ugh. Lowlifes. I keep getting the lowest grades from them. It's like they hate me or something." Cheryl complained. I grabbed her menu and stacked it on top of mine. Getting up from my seat to put it away. She got up with me, leaving her purse at the table. Others got the hint it was our table. “I don't think they hate you, they can be hard on you but it's because they want the best for you when you're out in the real beauty world. I'll let you use me as your beauty project." I said positively. Pausing putting the menus on the counter in front of the cashier. He looked so sick of his job and wearing a stupid hat.

"Um hey, can I get a cookies n' cream swirl and a Royal red velvet please? Two larges." I ordered tugging the collar of my black AC/DC shirt. Fidgety. “That will be 2.25$" The cashier informed me. I handed him two bucks. I didn't even know Cheryl was still complaining next to me. I was too focused on ordering. I grabbed her hand and brought her back to our table. “About being my beauty project, do you mean it? Cause I'm free next week and I'd love to dress you up like my doll!" Cheryl said excitedly, holding the sides of her face. “Sure why not? Just give me a day and I'll see if I have work or not. But in exchange you have to do something for me." I said, leaning my elbow on the chair.

"Deal! You still work at that diner? Honestly, how haven't you started getting with one of those totally cute co-bosses yet?" Cheryl sighed on her palm looking up dreamily. She thinks everyone is attractive though. It's not a bad thing, it's just her. I don't blame her for calling them that because it's true. They are. I'd just never say it outloud.

"Dating your bosses is just a bad idea. If you break up it wouldn't be good for your job. They're both married, Cher. I'm not a homewrecker. Henry is my best friend. I can't picture being in a romantic relationship and Will... is just Will." I said, swaying my head and turning my palm the other direction. “You can't tell me you haven't thought they were cute before." Cheryl said, pushing herself closer over the table, arching her back. Moments like this make me fall deeper into her, she's so pretty. “Like I'd ever say that outloud. Even if I thought they were, it would be weird. They're older than me and my bosses. Best friends even!" I said backing away crossing my arm. I was being defensive, I know.

"I knew you thought they were hot! Anyway I heard this thing about William. How he's mental and he killed a man once." Cheryl whispered looking directly in my eyes with this slyness. That was a suspcious rumor, William? Killing somebody? I can't picture it. Sure he's an mean asshole but he's not a pyscho killer from those horror movies. Though if he did ever kill somebody I wouldn't belive it.

"Those are just silly gossip told by dumbass teens to scare off the kids. Just like how they say the animatronics are gonna follow them home and kill them at night. It's not real. Really stupid. Soon they'll get the adults to say how the animatronics are gonna kill them in the restaurant too." I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms. It's normal for people to be afraid of robots but it isn't like they have a mind of their own. They're hunks of metal and wiring.

"What if they are true? What would you do if William was a murder?" Cheryl asked curiously, lifting her head off of her hand. Where is this coming from? people make rumors all the time, but sometimes there true. "... I wouldn't know what I would do." I paused for a moment. Suddenly the waitress came and put our food on our table. I nodded my head silently as a thank you. She seemed to understand and smiled down at me. She took her leave behind the counter. Not even a second later Cheryl seemed to forget the whole thing by getting lost in her frozen yogurt.

I sighed with a lopsided grin. Beginning to dig down into my own sweet treat. Bringing the spoonful to my mouth. I felt the sweet creamy flavors melt. It was bliss. Like a happy place. I didn't want to stop eating even if I got full. I took another bite savoring the flavors. The soft flavors. I looked up to see Cheryl looking back at me. I chuckled softly.

"Is there something on my face?" I asked, feeling the corners of my eyes go up with my grin. Quickly reaching up to wipe off any of the sugary cream off of my face. I didn't feel anything cold. “No, I just like seeing you like this. We haven't had this in a while between work and college. I just missed it." Cheryl admitted. I felt my smile grow bigger. She really knows how to make me blush. We have been busy, it's only been late night phone calls. Meeting in person is so much better. It feels like a break from life.

"Aw I missed this too Cher, we'll do it more often." I said in between bites of my treat. She giggled. Something in me fluttered, like I could explode out of happiness. Even though the treat is cold I have warm feelings. "Wanna go put a song on the jukebox?" She asked, tapping her hand on the table for a minute then pointing to the jukebox by the windows. I nodded excitedly. I choose Should I stay or should I go by The Clash. Taking Cheryl's hands we swayed together. Moving my hips side to side, she did the same. Giggling and squealing, I chuckled breathlessly. Grins plastered on our faces. This lasted for a good long while. After a few others of us being dorks. I skated next to Cheryl and dropped her off at home. I didn't want her walking alone. Skating by myself with the somber music playing from my Walkman on my hip.

"Oh my god is that (Y/n) (L/n)?"

"The quiet kid from high school??"

"Yeah!"

"Woah dude she's hot as hell now."

Well, this is awkward. I looked at the side of my peripheral vision. There was this group of people at the skatepark. I remember them. They were these kids who used to be popular back in high school. Going to parties, doing the dirty, underage drinking, bullying those who are smaller than them, getting into trouble. They tried to pick a fight with me once but I stood my ground. Guess that scared them off. I made a hard turn to the skatepark. I wanted to go on the ramps. Going up and down the boards. Jumping and hitting my heel on the side of the board it flipped, I landed it. Things like this give me adrenaline. I'm an adrenaline junkie. The wind through my hair and the rushing feeling in my veins. Things are getting lighter and faster.

"Hey (L/n!)" one of the guys called out to me with his palm next to mouth. One of the girls waved to me. I hesitantly put my hand up and gave a small wave back. They shouted at me to come over. I slowly skated over and stopped in front of them. They were on the benches next to the park. "Uh hey?" I mumbled putting my hands in my jean pockets. Sometimes I hate that this is a small town. Everybody knows everything and everybody knows everyone. My parents would run into elementary school friends. Yeah.. That bad.

"It's been awhile (Y/n) how have you been?" Matthew, the guy that shouted out to me from before, asked me. You could smell the hairspray from miles away. It burns my nose so much.

"It's been good, I gotta a job and I'm still talking to Cheryl Jo. Not much has been happening." I said kicking my skateboard up and resting my forearms on the top of it as it stands on the bottom. They 'oooo'ed at me obnoxiously.

"Where do you work at?" Jennifer asked me tilting her head and kicking her feet back and forth. She was always hot. A bitch but a hot one. I think she was actually my gay awakening. it was awkard because she's not the best. one time she wrote 'faggot' on a nerdy boys locker with black paint.

"At a diner." I replied covering up most of the details. I don't want them coming into my job and making a scene or something. Their voices are already so annoying. "How's Cheryl? I miss that babe." Laura said, leaning on the back of her hands. She was sitting on the floor crisscrossing. I'm pretty sure she is in denial cause of her friends. I'm surprised that this group has been with each other after highschool. People go different paths in life but these losers stay together.

"Have you guys made out yet? I wanna be there when you do." Anthony winked flirtatiously. Ew, what the hell dude. That's it, where's the exit?

"Gag me with a spoon... anyway Cheryl's been good I'm sure you'll find her at one of those crazy college parties." I rolled my eyes. Can they just stop talking to me? Why can't they mind their own business? “Maybe we'll have to go to one of those some time, you can come along too." Jason said slyly, putting his hand around my waist and squeezing it. I elbowed him in his gut. He coughed and backed away. Taking his hand with him.

"Feisty (Y/n)~ you're definitely coming with us next time. You're the type to cause a beer fight!" Kimberly said, leaning against one of the guys. I groaned. I don't even drink alcohol, let alone parties. They're fun sometimes but not all the time. “Well, I've been working under this world class designer. You don't know how much fun it is! I get to show off my clothing designs and go on fancy flights in her private jet." Jennifer bragged, flipping her hair. Basking in her own glory. She was always so narcissistic and an attention whore.

"No way! Good for you Jen!"

"My dad actually got me a job to a big acting career in this upcoming movie. They said they needed young adults and when I rehearsed for it they said I was the best they've ever seen!" Anthony said with a cocky smile. They always have to one up each other. It's always a competition thing.

They all had such big accomplishments for getting right out of high school, and I work in a children's resturant repairing robots. Maybe I'm angry at them because I'm jealous of them. I felt like I was within and without the conversation. Some passer by that just happened to be watching, like a guy walking his dog or a lady walking her baby in the stroller. Yet I was one of the people engaged and talking about my life. They tore down my accomplishment of getting a job. Then again I didn't say that much about it. I didn't tell them how I work with robots and how I am building my own. Even if I did I'd be called a nerd and laughed at. I just can't win can I?

"Wow (Y/n) you must feel really bad right now. I mean all you're doing is working at a diner. How lame!" Kimberly insulted putting a hand over her mouth but I could still hear her snickers. They were like nails on a chalkboard. “It's not all that bad. The diner has these animatronics. I get to work on them and fix them." I shed a little bit of the truth, letting go of my skateboard and letting it fall to my feet. I want to share what I'm doing too. I want to be on their level.

"Are they sex robots? I wanna see you in action with those." Jason flirted. I could feel myself throw up in my mouth. Anthony hit his shoulder playfully. They all laughed at the stupid flirt. I feel like it was also intended towards me. What's the point in sharing anything with people who don't care? What am I doing? I'm better than this, I don't need their approval. The only thing I need is acceptance from myself. My escape came. My work walkie talkie started to make static noises from inside my backpack. I sighed out of relief. Thank you to whoever is getting me out of this situation! I can make an excuse and leave! The laughter stopped. I pulled out the walkie talkie.

"Hello?"

"(Y/n)! I know it's your day off but can you get Will and I some lunch real quick? Something went wrong with the fridge and it got warm. Our lunches have gone bad." Henry explained guilty over the phone. “Yeah of course? Anything in mind?" I asked, feeling the smile come onto my face. Hearing Henry's voice during a bad time makes my worries go away. “Hold on, let me ask William ... okay we both agreed on In And Out. I'll pay you back." Henry said, chuckling nervously. “Will do! Give me a few minutes and I'll be there. Bye." I hung up the phone and put the antenna back down. I looked up to see the group staring at me with curious intent. Oh hell no.

"This was nice but I'm gonna have to cut this short. My boss needs me for something. I'll see you around." I said putting my phone back into my backpack. I jumped a little onto my skateboard.

"Noo! Don't go yet!"

"Can we go with you?"

"Where are you going?"

"See you around (L/n)!"

They're voices overlapped with each other. I could slightly make sense of it. Waving them goodbye I skated out towards the exit of the park. Sighing out of relief. I turned up the music on my Walkman again. Feeling my shoulders drop, I didn't realize how tense I was. All of them are obnoxious and careless. They have shitty habits that show too much. The only good one is Matthew. He actually cares.

Back in high school that group was making fun of this quiet boy by ripping up his photos or opening up the door without knocking to the Dark room ruining the photo paper. Matthew was the one that helped grab all the photos and tape them together for the poor boy and bought him new photo paper. There was also this case about this girl. There was a school play and on all of the posters they wrote starring the girls name the slut! Matthew was the one who tore down the posters. Another time this kid came out as trans. That group wrote insulting slurs all over his locker door. Matthew was the one to wipe off the spray paint. The rest are either narcissistic, self absorbed, aggressive, hypersexual, carless, selfish, and obnoxious. They don't know how bad a person can be hurt and neither do they care. I was hoping when high school ended I wouldn't have to see them again.

I stopped in front of the booming restaurant and picked up my skateboard. Turning off my Walkman. Opening the door. I waited in line. This is boring. Why is this line so long? That baby's crying is so loud. Why is it crying? Maybe it didn't like the food. Can babies that young have solid food? Maybe French fries and ketchup or something. Ice cream? I don't remember being a baby. Some people can remember being a baby but I can't. I remember having a dream when I was a baby and this bear came at me to kill me. I don't think babies are supposed to have scary nightmares like that. Unless they're traumatized.

"Hello, how may I take your order?" The cashier asked me. I didn't realize I was at the front. My head was in the clouds. “Hi, may I have a double double, a cheeseburger, two fries, and a milkshake?" I ordered. He was clicking on the register. The total appeared in red letters on the screen. “Your total is 5.34$. We'll call you when your food is ready." He said, I gave him the money. He gave me a little paper with the number 8 on it. I nodded. I took a seat near the counter in these red lounge chairs connected together like a couch. Rolling my skateboard back and forth with my feet. There was a little boy eyeing me playing with my skateboard.

"Hey lady, can you do any cool tricks on that?" He asked. There was a twinkly in his eyes, it's childhood. Oh how I miss that. I graduated high school two years ago and I'm still not sure what I want to be. The world is a complicating place. "Yeah I can do kickflips, Ollie, hardflip, and some others." I explained. The smile on his face grew brigther. He was bouncing in his seat. i could tell the cogs were turning in his head. I just hope he doesn't bombard me with tons of questions like my little brother.

"Wanna play with it for a bit?" I asked him. I slide the skateboard over to him. He picked it up and looked at the design on the back. You know, I made that design myself. To see this kid gush over it like it was some kind of celebrities work made me so happy. “Do I?!" He said excitedly. He swayed the board back and forth with his feet. Little coos and giggles leaving his mouth. There were bandaids on his knees. This little rascal gets into trouble. I can tell. But I'm happy I could make his day.

"You know I ran away from the cops on that thing. Not only that, the cops were pirates! Pirates cops!" I made up. The kid's face was memorable. Lit up with curiosity and adventure, I remember being a kid like that. Being innocent and not knowing where in life I should be. Though my number was called up next. I got up with a "that's me!" And picked up the food in bags. The kids' mom lectured him to give me back my board when I came back.

"Thank you lady for playing with your board!" The boy thanked me. I held up my hand and gave him a high five. “Thank you for letting him play with your board. You're a very nice young lady." The mom thanked me. I nodded and gave my own welcome. Going out of the restaurant.

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#michael afton x reader #michael afton x you #fnaf fanfic #fnaf fanfiction #slow burn #five nights at freddys

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spicyspiders · 2 years

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Hear me out... Eddie with a glamrock aesthetic boyfriend. Eddie has the metal vibe, but this guy... Queen, David Bowie, Elton John, Abba, any 70s-80s classic rock you can think of, he's in love with it

I didn't really put much glamrock aesthetic in this, but the reader does have his nails painted and wears tight pants, so maybe that counts? This was heavily inspired by the nose piercing I got earlier today, (I was all excited to get it but I kinda don't like it lol rip) and I do want to give a little warning cause Eddie gets a little jealous.

When an idea came to your head, you would constantly think about it until you did what you had in mind, or you moved on to something else. This time, the idea was to get your nose pierced.

“I’m not saying I hope your piercing closes up again, so you can bleach your hair,” you sent Eddie a glare, “who am I kidding, that’s exactly what I’m saying,” he finished quietly to himself. This wasn’t actually your first time getting your nose pierced, you had it done years ago, but had to take it out because of your old job. In your moment of anger after the piercing closed up, you thought of the great idea to bleach your hair. It was a dark time, but it’s how you met Eddie.

“Bad hair day?” Eddie asked after you accidentally bumped into him and dropped the hair dye you were holding.

“How can you tell?” You asked, a sarcastic edge to your voice.

To answer your question, he pulled down the hood that guarded his hair. You weren’t sure what it was supposed to look like, but it certainly looked like an angry bird had created an even angrier bird’s nest. “It’s okay, you can laugh.”

“So I can fuck it up again and fry my scalp in the process?” You asked.

“You looked cute!” Eddie proclaimed, loud enough that the person on the opposite side of the street turned around to glance in your direction.

“Shut up, Eddie,” you said, not even trying to hide that what he said brought a smile to your face. You glanced at Eddie, noticing the smug look on his face, “you better wipe that look off of your face,” you warned, the smile still on your face.

“You know how to make me, babe,” Eddie said. He placed one of his hands in yours, lacing your fingers together. The two of you walked silently the rest of the way to the tattoo parlor.

You left the tattoo parlor in the same way you entered. This time though, it was with one side of your nase aching and a suspiciously silent boyfriend.

“What’s wrong, Eddie?” You asked, lacing your fingers together again. It didn’t take too long to get the piercing done, but it was already night when you walked out the door. “Are you mad at the piercer because he stabbed me?” You asked.

“I’m mad at the piercer because he was all over you,” Eddie grumbled out.

You sent him a confused look. The streetlights along the sidewalks back to your car did their best to illuminate your path, they also did their best in showing how pissed off Eddie currently looked.

“He kept complimenting your nails, and you practically wanted to rip your pants off!” Eddie sneered.

You had to turn your neck away and cover your mouth to hide your snicker. Eddie had a knack for the dramatics, but he was completely valid in his feelings. “You did do a good job at painting them,” you held up the hand that was currently holding Eddie’s to look at your nails which he had painted black just a few hours ago. “And my ass does look nice in these pants, don’t they?”

Eddie pulled you off the street and into an empty alleyway and pushed you against the wall, “I’m the only one that gets to rip your pants off,” he growled.

You smirked at Eddie, and wrapped your arms around his neck, “is that so, big boy?”

Eddie let out an angry little huff before pressing his lips to yours in a harsh kiss. The kiss made your nose ache when Eddie’s nose pressed against the hoop in your own, but you didn’t pull away, only let out a light moan when his tongue ventured into your mouth.

“Let’s go home, big guy,” you said when the kiss ended. As you stepped out of the alleyway to continue to your car, Eddie trailed behind you like a lost puppy.

#x male reader #eddie munson x male reader

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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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Ackkk it's pride month!! Baby todoroki being dressed up with rainbows and stuff for a "family portrait" with dabi and keigo as the parents.

Just Surgeon Dabi being absolutely drained but Keigo has dragged him along to this studio because "its an important celebration for Y/n as well! She needs to see her proud gay dads!" And Dabi just sighed and let him drag inside, holding you on his hip.

Dabi might be looking like a zombie because he just finished a 36 hour shift at the hospital, but the moment he sees you waddling in that costume, he's wheezing for air.

"KEIGO!"

Keigo walks back in, now dressed in a suit. "What?"

"Why is Y/n dressed up like something Elton John puked?"

"What are you talking about? She looks adorable in that shimmery golden and pink 2 piece, and she loves the fur!"

"She looks like a disco ball." Dabi picked you up. "You better have packed another outfit, or else she'll be doing this shoot in her diaper alone."

Dabi finished putting your shiny black Mary Janes on, carrying you back to the room where Keigo had already started on his solo shots. "She looks so cute, Dabi. Not as good as she looked in the previous outfit, but she definitely looks adorable." Keigo cooed as he pinched your cheeks. Dabi had dressed you up in a fluffy pink tutu and had your hair in the cutest little pigtails.

"Yeah, yeah. Lets just get this over with." Dabi said and Keigo directed him to position, and the shoot finally began.

There were several photos taken, some with you stuffing your face with the rainbow cupcakes, some with you giving your most adorable smile with your fathers, and a couple where you suddenly jumped off Keigo's lap and Dabi caught you just in time.

Perhaps their favourite one was where you were in the middle, smiling cheekily as Dabi and Keigo kissed your cheeks.

#yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #bnha headcanons #yandere bnha #bnha imagines #yandere mha #yandere hawks x reader #yandere keigo takami #yandere keigo #yandere keigo x reader

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hypersonic04 · 8 months

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ross when the reader goes into labour would be SO cute! maybe it happens a few weeks before the due date or maybe he’s at work and gets a call or something 🥹

omgggg I love this!!

yes, I think you’re on maternity leave and you’re just sat home, pjs on and binge watching a series, a bit uncomfortable because you’re nearly at full term and your bump is quite big. like you said, baby girl comes a few weeks early so you’re not expecting it at all when your waters break. I think you just kind of stand in the kitchen like what am I supposed to do now lol. Ross is at work, despite nearly calling in sick for the past two weeks because he just wants to be with you 24/7, just in case.

I think he’s your first port of call, and you’re just kind of like ‘um hi darling!! just a slight issue!!’ and he’s immediately in the car on his way home. he’s so so excited, his face beaming as he goes to tell head of department that he needs to leave because your waters have broken, and he may as well have skipped out of the building. he drives home with the biggest smile on his face and nearly starts crying when a sappy song comes on the radio (maybe isn’t she lovely by stevie wonder or your song by elton john). he gets home and he’s so gentle and lovely, holding your hands in his when you start to worry and panic about giving birth a bit. he’s so supportive - ‘you’re going to be absolutely fine, you’re the strongest woman I know. I’m here, you’re okay, you’re safe.’ kind of thing, rubbing your back as you lean into him when the contractions start. he definitely times them like the nurses said to do, and then when they start to get a bit more regular he takes you both to the hospital. he’s playing it pretty cool for your sake, but he is terrified lol. any time you have a contraction he hates it, the pain on your face making your heart break, but he’s so so proud of you!!

it’s actually just the loveliest day, and your birth is so smooth and beautiful, and you didn’t think you could love him anymore but seeing him with your baby girl proves you wrong.

#ross macdonald #the 1975 #1975 band #fanfic #matty healy #adam hann #george daniel #asks #matty the 1975 #teacher ross

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ijustwanttobegolden · 2 years

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This Is just a really cute little something I wrote when the thunderstorm had me all in my feels this week. Warnings: slight mild language/slight indication of sex.

Pitter patter pitter patter

Light drops of rain tantalising the window, the only sound echoing throughout the dark spacious apartment.

Pitter patter Pitter patter

The rain getting heavier now but somehow more calming and satisfying than when it was soft and gentle. The louder the better as you wriggled yourself deeper into the large vintage sofa, your most comforting blanket like a cape around you.

Suddenly the rain wasn’t the only sound now, Light footsteps shuffled around the apartment, then…

Click…

The flick of a lighter here, the flick of a lighter there.

You followed the movements, it was almost hard to see with the apartment being so grey and gloomy but the figure of your close friend taron wasn’t hard to make out.. from one corner to the other he continued to light a scatter of candles. The brightly warm flicker of the candle wick, revealing his soft features.

Click… his endearing emerald eyes.

Click… his sweet lips pulling that very famous cheeky smile of his.

Click… his gorgeous skin.

Click… his painfully sharp jawline.

Taron was glowing and it wasn’t just from the warm flickering lights. He was always so bright and handsome.

A familiar feeling, a cliche moment of butterflies, as you watched him light the last candle. His eyes fixating on your own made your heart burst. Damn you Taron Egerton, you was the girl who refused to fall in love…

It was oh so bittersweet.

Before any further fuzzy feelings could conjure up inside he broke eye contact and you almost puffed out a breath of relief.

“Perfect! Just going to put the kettle on before the storm breaks out.. they said about a potential power cut? We can’t sit through a storm with candles and blankets and not have tea!”

You hold in a giggle at how ridiculous he slightly sounded but mentally wanted to strangle him at how perfect he was and how all this in itself was just perfect. Instead you wriggle yourself further into your resting position to ensure maximum comfort if that was even possible and squeeze the grip on your blanket that little bit tighter…

Bliss. You close your eyes for a moment. It’s quieter again.

Pitter patter.

The soft rain.. but then the sound of the kettle boiling in the distance while Taron softly hums his favourite Elton tune. Still bliss.

So relaxed, you hadn’t realised you put yourself into some sort of tranquil trance until the movement of the sofa cushions slowly recover you back into reality.

“Oh hi”

Though calm, your voice sounded loud within the walls of the cold quiet space around you.

“Hi” taron replied back playfully, his voice deep.

His weight sinks into the sofa, bringing you closer to him unintentionally as the cushions dip down but you don’t adjust. Sooner or later you would end up snuggling into him anyway.

“Is this why you lit so many candles..” you question. “Because you knew there would be a power cut?”

You tried to lighten the mood, carry on the silly topic of the power cut because as much as you both loved thunderstorms, deep down you were both so nervous about them too. Both scared of the dark, both agitated by the loud unsettling thunder when alone.. you both didn’t want to ride it out alone. Ultimately it just reminded you of being single, not having your favourite person in your life.. Not ever falling in love.. You’re just alone.. and that’s darker than any storm.

Taron shakes his head with a chuckle, handing you a warm cup of tea, your favourite cup of course. He knows and never forgets.

“Well there’s that and because it’s just really nice to have lots of candles, don’t you think? Really warm and comforting and well.. romantic”

A warm glow flourishes your cheeks at the last part of his explanation and you quickly bring the hot cup of tea to your face in hopes the steam will camouflage your complexion.

“Listening to the storm isn’t romantic” you scoffed. Brushing your feelings off.

“Bet I can make it romantic!” He challenged.

The cocky prick

You bit your lip, watching as he sprung from the sofa, his back muscles flexing underneath the teasingly thin cotton of his tight white tank top. They look delicious under the lighting of the flickering warm candles, casting shadows and making it look as if he was sculpted by the gods. All that working out for filming was definitely paying off.

He kneels over barefoot on the tapestry of the rug where your record player lays flat on the ground against the cold pale wall. His back still faces you as he scans the heaps of records stacked next to it.

You continue watching intently as you carefully sip at your tea, the calming pitter patter of rain still tapping at the windows.

“Hhhhmmm”

His fingers trace down over the vinyls so smoothly and delicately while he concentrates on the titles, deciding on the most sweetest and smoothest record out of the variety to pick out.

All you could concentrate on was how slowly his fingers danced over those vinyls, how they would feel again the bare skin of your thighs instead.

You had to snap out of this but as if on queue, soft music began filling the empty spaces of the apartment and lulled you out of thought.

Taron sunk back into the sofa to accompany you within no time, the familiar welcoming scent of him making you feel at home.

“This is nice” you smiled warmly and together you sipped at your tea.

“Isn’t it just” he said proudly, that typical smug smirk beaming upon his gorgeous face.

You rolled your eyes, it failed to go unnoticed.

The Welshman chuckled warmly not needing to be concerned by your action, he knew deep down he has gotten to you about something and it’s entertaining more then anything.

“What is it my love”

Your heart flutters at the nickname. Happens every time.

“Nothing” you bashfully smile, holding in a playful laugh.

It wasn’t nothing, it was the fact that Taron was utterly perfect, complete and utter boyfriend material. Scratch that, marriage material.

You knew that. He knew that. That’s what made all this all the more sufferable…

It doesn’t help that although just friends, Taron has offered you the position of being more then just friends multiple times, your connection and attraction for each other being completely unmatched but again.. you was the girl who refused to fall in love, a stubborn b*tch to say the least.

You knew that. He knew that. That’s what made this all the more sufferable… but at the same time it was very entertaining on his part, he was going to win you over someday.

He was already winning.

“tell me princess” he teased, nudging his arm into you, tea nearly spilling.

“Talk about spilling the tea” you joked as you noticed your own tea had actually spilt down you a little.

Amusement jittered around. You was both calm, happy, relaxed in each other’s presence, you wish you could always feel like this. The smooth mellow guitar immersed with light scratches from the record, a beautiful raw and authentic sound completed the vibe, Light thunder began to rumble.

By now you had placed your lukewarm empty cups down and began to snuggle into one another on the sofa, the thunder making you more touchy then usual. Taron rested in-between your legs, twisting awkwardly so his back rested against the inner thigh of your right leg and he was slightly facing you. He was comfy more or less, especially when you opened up your blanket and draped it around you both.

If he wanted to, he could of easily rested his head upon your breast comfortably.. you wouldn’t mind if he did, that’s just how close you were but it was so much better that instead, he sat up a little to focus on the features of your face…

He admired your glistening eyes, your soft cheek bones and delicate soft lips.. So many times he had pictured devouring them with his own.. In fact he wanted nothing more then to kiss you right now. The poor boy had to fight the urge.. no sweat though, it was something he had to do all the time, he was painfully trained for it now.

There was so many things Taron had to refrain from.

Admittedly you wouldn’t care if Taron kissed you randomly, drunkenly or intentionally but still, he respected you and there was no way he was going to risk losing you or your trust. What an angel.

*BANG*

How silly you must of been, almost shaking in Tarons arms. The Sudden loud burst of thunder was so unexpected though, frightening in fact. The music cuts out, so would the lights if they were on though thankfully the soft flickering candles are still glowing gracefully, the room still feeling warm and welcoming. You feel safe and it’s not the light of the candles, or the comfort of your favourite fuzzy blanket. It’s taron.

His arms had snaked around your waist, his large hands trailing up under your soft loungewear shirt and holding your bare skin to press you into him protectively and reassuringly.

“It’s okay my love, just a bit of thunder.. I was right about the power cut”

You smiled softly at his words, his bare hands, touching your bare skin making it harder to concentrate on what he even said to begin with.

They felt so good.

Taron mentally face palmed at how quick he was to touch you, hold you the way he did.. the thunder wasn’t his excuse to take advantage of you, it was just a sincere natural response of his, a way to comfort you, to protect you.

His eyes immediately fill with some sort of sorrow, an apologetic but needy look all over his face that melted you.

His hands suddenly became loose, his grip fading, a wave of emptiness washing over you.

“It’s okay! hold me! I’m scared” you laughed out, trying to joke around in attempt to lighten the heavy mood of whatever this was.

You smiled, the feeling of his fingertips pushing into your skin once more. It was oh so ever satisfied.

Rumbling of heavy thunder, the rain pitter pattering against the window much faster now, the sound of it all just grew more and more comforting and satisfying with each passing minute.. even more so now that you were tangled up in your blanket with Taron all cozy and cute.

The evening seemed to go on forever, like there was no end but forever in Taron’s arms didn’t seem bad at all, Shame you couldn’t admit it to him.

You chatted all through the storm, sharing memories, laughing until there were specks of tears clouding your eyes. You were charmed as usual by taron’s weird and wonderful stories, how he would explain them with such wit and playfulness in his eyes, the way he would casually flirt with you here and there, making suggestive remarks while wiggling his eyebrows and tickling at your sides, any and all excuses to tease you, make you laugh and potentially make you fall all the more head over heels for him.

For the second time tonight… cocky prick.

The thunder eventually becomes softer and lighter, along with the rain. Over the course of the evening you’ve sunk further into the sofa and further into the comfort of taron’s arms. Taron’s warm breath continuously cascades over you while the rise and fall of his toned up chest just creates a new haven for you. You begin to swirl circles over his chest, your soft fingertips tickling at his skin. You couldn’t help yourself.

“So when are you going to fall in love with me and accept that maybe one day you will marry me?”

His voice so soft now, soft and calm like the rain.

You take in a deep breath, avoiding his loving but intense gaze. You dare but to look into those gleaming eyes of his so you concentrate your sight on the tracing of your fingertips upon his chest.

“I’m already in love with you taron”

Suddenly the atmosphere felt really thick, intense.. being so blank all of a sudden you didn’t realise that it was because Taron’s chest tensed beneath you as he couldn’t quite take in what you had just said.

“What was that..” his breath hitched, he was slightly nervous. That was no lie.

“You win taron”

Quickly you snap your head up at him, your eyes fix sternly on his. The two of you could of easily made this a more light hearted and flirtatious moment, Taron finally gaining satisfaction, taking all the glory while you, the sore loser, crumble in defeat but more or less feeling cocky yourself. This moment could have been banter galore but no.. not today, not now, not ever.. this was a more heart felt confession, a serious moment, a moment that could change everything.. your love for each other deserved that. You both deserved that.

“Sorry what” he gasped out in disbelief, the grip on you becoming more tighter with anticipation.

His eyes searched your glistening ones. Were you finally giving in to your stubbornness and finally admitting your feelings? He promised he would never hurt you, not like those other assholes who made you put your guard up in the first palace.

“You win, Taron. I’m in love with you, I can’t even explain.. I just love you so much”

Was that really a lump in your throat. Hot tears pricked at your eyes, you wish you didn’t feel so small though You couldn’t help it, you had to give in, it was driving you insane.

*BANG*

You didn’t jump this time, you was more scared of what was happening right now to be frightened by some extremely loud thunder. He held you tighter, his fingertips burning at your skin. You nervously looked around, some of the tea lights had eventually died out, the room was looking a lot more dull and gloomy but Taron’s face was near and still warm and glowing from the Yankee still burning on the brass caprice side table, he looked like an angel.

Although not startled by the thunder, you brushed your fingertips slowly up to Taron’s chest to lightly grace the rough stubble along his jawline in an attempt to distract yourself and calm your racing heart. Why was you so nervous?

Taron enjoyed your soft delicate touch dancing over his skin and how you concentrated on all his features intently while doing so, it brought flash backs to every single intimate moment you’ve had. The ones he thought that you never paid attention to but he did…

Times when camping with friends in wales..You both would be the first to share a tent together. Helping each other string all the fairy lights up. Tackling the sheets of the air bed. Sneakily snuggling a bit closer as the night grew colder.

Times when you attended friends weddings.. always attending as each other’s date. Always adjusting Taron’s tie so intricately. Always having those slow dances together.

Times when either of you had a shit day.. throwing on a movie. Running each other a hot bath. Listening to each other rant and getting drunk together.

There’s been many times and more.. those intimate moments.. It’s all Taron ever thinks about and secretly, you the same.

Now here you were, your most intimate moment yet.

The tapping of rain, the rattle of thunder, the soft flicker of candles, the skin to skin contact, all tangled up in each other arms, screw the blanket now.

As if time didn’t exist now, like the sounds that drifted away moments ago, so did your thoughts. Taron had you lost, lost in his mouth.

The sudden kiss shocked you at first until your eyes flutter close. You moved in sync, breathing each other in, devouring each other’s mouths. The moment builds and so does the passion. Your fingertips stroking his stubble seconds before, grip his face, both of you in agonising need for each other. You could tell just how much your were holding back from each other before. Never again.

The apartment was echoing with pitter patter sounds of the rain with clasps of thunder but now it was echoing with heavy breathing, gasps and sweet sweet sounds of sweet slippery kisses.

Taron’s strong, firm hands roamed your body as you climb over him to straddle him on the sofa, the strap of your loungewear top slipping down your arm in a sultry way. It was the only time Taron removed his lips from yours, to place a long lingering kiss on your smooth shoulder of where the strap trailed down.

“I win” he teases proudly while peppering kisses all over your bare collarbones and neck.

Naturally you tilted your head back, moving with the placement of the kisses, too lost to even know what he said.

If it was something about winning, you didn’t care. Maybe you lost but you still had the prize.

Clothes were slowly being tugged, kisses were getting deeper, hands were getting more grabby. You giggled into the kiss as something hard pressed into the right spot.

Just as you began to help Taron strip you from your clothes, the familiar scratch of the record sounded and the soft romantic music continued to play. The end to the power cut.. How bizarre.. it was perfect timing. This whole evening was just.. perfect.

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