#i think the director told him not to smile lol

[darling-i-read-it]

Limo

Johnny Cage x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.3k 

Warnings: jealousy/insecurity, insinuations to smut (natural johnny jokes), lots of drinking for some reason idk what i was on 

Author’s Note: i loveee johnny and writing for him is so fun. I think i kinda mixed the spicy fluffy lol, i hope you liked it darling!! I had sm fun with him <3 

Requested: by anon, I loved your Johnny Cage fic. Can I request another one where he’s with the reader, but she’s still nervous he still has feelings for Sonya? Fluffy or spicy ending is completely up to you, but a happy ending for everyone is all I ask. You’re the best!!

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Johnny wouldn’t call himself a frequent drinker. He liked to have a beer at events and a glass when he was winding down at home. Sometimes he would have a nightcap, just to end things right. Every once in a while he would go out drinking with friends. Well, he liked to drink with you, that was always fun. 

So maybe Johnny was a frequent drinker. But he wouldn’t call it a problem. 

Your giggles were like music to his ears. He could hear them from another room, identify it in a crowded space. He sat across from you on your shared California king bed. The bedroom was filled with posters from his movies, larger than life, a huge TV hanging from the wall. There was a discarded beer bottle beside you. You had a glass of your favorite in hand, something Johnny had made for you. He was a bartender in a movie. Ten years ago. 

“No more Jon. No more,” you said, and you were still giggling. 

“C’mon, c’mon. Don’t be a party pooper.” His words were slurred. You could understand him despite it. 

“There’s no party!” you argued lightly. It was just the two of you at home, in bed. He had turned on some music, connecting it to a speaker in the lights. He had the whole place rigged with random electronics. 

“This is our party,” he said, grabbing your hands. He spilled your glass and you were both laughing again. 

“You’ve been to real life parties Johnny. All the good ones, the crazy Hollywood ones. You call this a party?” 

“Yes! This is my favorite kind of party!” 

You were only slightly intoxicated. In fact, you were mostly drunk from Johnny's presence. You enjoyed moments where you just got to sit together, laughing at his absurdness. People tend to think it’s his downfall. In truth, it was the most charming thing about him. You had never known Johnny to be anything except pleasant and funny. 

“Oh come on,” you said. You put down your glass beside you. Your bedside table was covered in things, from tissues to pills. You looked back up at him. He had sunglasses on top of his head, even though the sun had gone down ages ago. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. His natural state of being. “What’s been the craziest party you went to?” He thought about it for a moment. He sat back, letting go of your hands. You raised an eyebrow at his studious gaze. 

“There was one like five years ago. People were hangin’ upside down, snorting stuff!” He shook his head, laughing fondly (and drunkenly) at the memory. “Like from the ceiling from hooks! I tried to get up there but Sonya told me I wasn’t allowed to. She was always a party pooper, never wanted to have any fun in front of other people.” He shook his head, a far away look on his face. “She did let me lift her up so she could order us drinks over everyones head. That was hella smart,” he pointed out. 

Your face lost some of its joy at the mention of Sonya. You tried to bring your smile back, not let it bother you. Johnny had always been open about his past romances. He was a womanizer, it was part of his image. Even after his constant assurance, it bothered you a bit. The random girls less so. 

Sonya Blade though…

It was his longest relationship before you. They still worked together sometimes. He still mentioned her, off handedly, like she was a fond friend. 

“You good babe?” You blinked a couple of times, looking back in his eyes. You plastered a fake smile onto your face, trying to let the alcohol in your system sink in. You nodded quickly, grabbing your glass again and bringing it to your lips. 

“Perfect!” You cleared your throat. “Sounds insane.” 

“We should try that next time,” he said. “It was one of my better ideas.” You nodded again. He squinted, sitting all the way up on the bed. The comforter was all messed up from the two of you moving around it. He couldn’t exactly place what had gone wrong but he knew something had been changed.

“You have plenty of good ideas.”

“Yeah, one time I used my powers to get us free drinks.”

“You still do that.”

“It’s really successful. Can you blame me?” You shook your head. You finished your glass. Johnny studied you, squinting his eyes.

“I’m gonna get another glass.” 

“Wait wait, woah!” He grabbed your hand before you could go far. “Wait, something just happened but I don’t know what it was. The vibe changed.”

“Nothing changed,” you assured him. “I just want another glass!” Johnny didn’t know a lot but he knew you. He knew the way you smiled and the way you sometimes covered up your emotions to save him. Even when he said you shouldn’t, you did. 

But arguing with you seemed like a mute point. He wanted things to stay good. That’s all he’s ever wanted. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes Jon.” You leaned forward, giving him a kiss. His lips were plump and extremely kissable. It never failed to make you feel better. You kissed the edge of his mouth, leaving faint flutters on his skin. He smiled, shining his movie star smile. 

“Can you get me another too?”

-

Johnny hadn’t even broken a sweat. He could go for round after round and come out of it unscathed and ready for another. You hopped back up, rubbing the tiredness from your face. You stretched your neck back and forth. 

“Tired already?” he teased. You rolled your eyes. You guys had started to train more together. It saved you both a trip to a gym and it proved that you could get all your anger out in a healthy way. Healthy being a relative term. 

“I’m goin’ easy on you,” you joked. You stood up straight. 

“I don’t like it when you lie to me,” he joked. You rolled your eyes and walked over to the edge of the matt so you could grab a drink of water. You were less ‘indestructible’ based and more ‘power’ based. “You know there’s always other stuff we can use the mat for.” He walked over to you, grabbing his own bottle. You gave him a look as you gulped down your water. He smiled suggestively. 

“I’m not falling for that this time.” 

“You make it sound like you aren’t a willing participant.” He flipped his water bottle and caught it. “Hey, there’s a party in the hills tonight. I was gonna go but I figured I could take you.” You hummed in consideration. He watched you eagerly. 

“Sounds like you have ulterior motives.” 

“I always have ulterior motives.” He was looking down at you with a hopeful gaze. Johnny’s eyes crinkled at the sides. Parties with him were always fun, if not overwhelming. He knew everyone and always wanted to talk to them. He dragged you around like a trophy. But by the end of the night, you were always laughing and always gleefully drunk and happily tied to his side.

He tilted his head. 

“Please?” 

You bit your cheek, making an exaggerated face of contemplation. 

“Alright.” 

“Yes!” He kissed your forehead, giving you finger guns. You rolled your eyes. “I’m gonna go start getting ready. Takes me forever, you know.”

“I know Johnny.” 

“I gotta call the limo.” 

-

“Drink! Over here!” 

“Johnny, you have to order the drink!” you said, laughing. He looked down at you, shaking his head. 

“They’ll figure it out!” “What’cha want man!?” 

“Fuck!” Johnny exclaimed. You laughed, knocking your head against the booth. You were shoved right beside Johnny, close enough where you were practically sitting on him. You had an arm over his shoulders, tracing things into his neck. It was making him restless. Which made him hot. “Something fruity!” 

“For the lady?!” 

“For me! I like fruity things!” Your laughter intensified. He turned back to you. 

“What? What?!”

“Nothing,” you promised. You patted his chest. You were both down a few. It was so loud. The flashing lights made you feel immediately higher than you were, Johnny’s voice drowning into the music. People’s voices were overlapping in excitement, there were bodies on bodies, sweat and spit swapping. 

The waiter gave Johnny some magical drink of unknown origins. He started to drink it immediately. 

“Oh fuck,” he muttered. “Sonya used to love this shit.” You tensed. You didn’t want to have this conversation here, now. 

“Yeah?” You receded your hand. You put it in your lap. 

“All tough girl but always liked the fruit drinks,” he explained. “Pineapple juice or something.” You grabbed your drink and took a swig. The liquid going down your throat felt good, despite the burn. 

“Hm.” He turned to you, noticing the absence of your touch. 

“You good?” 

“Great!” you lied.

“You sure?” You turned to him. You couldn’t be sure if it was the liquid courage or the environment but it made you want to say something. You wrapped your hands around the glass tightly. 

“You sure talk about Sonya a lot,” you observed. You hadn’t meant for your voice to come off as aggressive as it did. It was fueled by the constant silence, the moments where you bit your tongue. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. There was a flash of hurt across his eyes but you didn’t catch it. “I mean, if you wanna talk about her that much, you don’t have to do it with me. She’s your ex Johnny.” 

The music muffled in Johnny’s ears. It was like he was watching you speak outside of himself, like it wasn’t him you were speaking to. You were always fun and easy to bounce off of. You never showed any sort of issue with Sonya outwardly. 

“I didn’t know,” he said, voice almost inaudible over the club. 

“C’mon,” you grumbled. “I know all of the dates you guys used to go on. What kind of books she would read, the drinks she would order.” You fidgeted in your seat. You weren’t sitting on top of him anymore. “I mean, it’s like you still love her.” Your voice was laced with venom, all the insecurity behind it coming through. 

Johnny’s big puppy dog eyes fell. He had no idea you felt like that. He wished you had told him before. He started to shake his head aggressively, turning to face you with his entire body. He grabbed your hand gently. His big hand held yours with such soft intentions. 

“I don’t. I swear to you,” he said, trying his hardest to ground his voice. “I don’t love her anymore. I love you.” You didn’t make eye contact with him. “We were just together a long time, some of the stories I wanna tell you have her in it.” 

You finally met his eyes. You felt immediately embarrassed, sobering up quickly. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry I brought it up,” you said, shaking your head. 

“No, it’s something. It clearly bothers you.” He made you face him. His eyes were oozing with concern. He still looked kind of drunk but he could have fooled you. “I’m sorry.” He held your hands tightly, putting your drink back on the counter. 

“Me too.” 

“Don't apologize.” He bit his lip. “Baby.” 

“Johnny.” 

“You wanna dance with me or somethin?” You laughed gently. 

“I do.” 

“I promise I’ll stop bringing her up so much. I don't love anyone but you.” 

“Samesies.” 

“Cool.” 

“Cool.” He gestured with his head towards the dance floor. “Dance?” 

“Or we could skip the dancing all together and go back to the limo?” 

“My girl. My girl, my girl.” He inched closer to you, kissing you cupping your face. You felt entirely consumed by his scent. He stood up, holding your hand. He slipped off his shimmery jacket and handed it over to you. “It’s gonna be cold outside for a minute. Put this on.” “Yes sir.” He moved around the other people at the table, saying quick goodbyes to anyone sober enough to pay attention.  He threw his arm over your shoulder. You put your arm on his hip. He leaned down to whisper to you as you left. He tossed some money on the table. 

“I just wanted to put more clothes on you so I could take them off.” “I know Johnny.” 

“We should get matching tattoos.”

“Johnny, one thing at a time.”

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I'm crazy and this is mainly based off my oc, but yn is prices adopted daughter that works with him, and the read is like 22-24 and price is supposed to be 45, and he kept it a secret because he's want to protect yn. I wanna see how the 141/könig reaction, can be romantic or platonic don't care lol, yes i know it's stupidly specific, but I'm stupidly specific.

The reader being Prices adopted daughter (part1)

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Summary: you are Johns adopted daughter. This is how different members of the 141 find out about that and how they react.

AN: Hi! I'm almost through with this absolutely beautiful request! I've decided to split it into two parts, I really hope, you don't mind. I've kept it all really platonic and very comforting, and I just wanted to express my gratitude for such a wholesome request! Two important remarks: 1. My interpretation of your OC has turned to be a bisexual person. 2. The order in which the characters appear in the story does not affect their proximity to the main character in any way. This is simply the order in which the characters learned that she was Price's adopted daughter. She loves them all the same) I will, of course, tag you in the second part!!

There were four important names in your life. In your darkest hours, you kept repeating them in your mind. They were so much more than just colleagues, teachers, friends… they all were your family.

John

You were the oldest in your group in an orphanage. Others came and went, but not you. It happened so that you had to grow up ahead of time, get used to the fact that adults more often wanted to adopt babies. But you accepted this world and the rules. You never thought of it as some kind of noble mission, but you took care of your younger friends, worried about them, rejoiced with them. Whenever someone from your group left the shelter forever, you are separated from your friend, but at the same time rejoiced. Caregivers jokingly called you “the Keeper” sometimes, as you cared for other kids as much as a director of the orphanage. 

So when one day one of your teachers came up to you after class and said, "There's someone here who wants to meet you," and pointed to a man standing in the doorway, you were confused. The teacher led you to a stranger, and he squatted down so that your eyes were on the same level. "Hi. I'm John." He held out his hand, but noticing your uncertainty, lowered it and smiled warmly at you.

You hit it off quickly. John asked you a lot about life at the orphanage, about your interests. He himself turned out to be an incredibly interesting person: he visited all the corners of the world that you heard about on TV. John told you about jungles and canyons, about villages where all the roads were just small bridges thrown over the water, about ghost towns where it is so cold in winter that the steam from the mouth immediately turns into snow. Your stories seemed not that big to you. What is the story of how you and your friends fed a bumblebee worth compared to John's travels? You were embarrassed by this and quickly reduced such conversations to stories about your younger friends. What if he likes someone and takes one of them home?

“You seem to care for all of them dearly.” Johns looks on the horizon as you two sit on the bench. “You have it in you, kid. Willingness to help, to stand up for them. I see it clearly. Teach me to be like that, will ya?”

You look at him with big eyes full of disbelief. What can you teach him, an adult? Are you used to everyone teaching you something...

"I'm not doing anything special..." You look high into the sky above you. "Well, when any of them is very sad, I hug him with all my might. Maybe you can try to do the same and become like me?"

"Hug with all my might?" John chuckles. "Yes, Simon will be impressed..." But then he sees your worried stare and encourages you, "Hey, that's great advice! I'll try it. But I think, it's now time for you to have dinner, and for me to go home. Don`worry, kid, I promise to come in a week and update you on my progress!"

You do not believe that this man will return, so you try not to wait for him. Most often, adults come back for babies. You remember it. But he comes back a week later. Then he visits you again and again.

Then you end up visiting him. John has a whole house with a backyard! You build a bird feeders together, play board games late into the night, and even go hiking.

These are the best days of your life, and when it's time to go back to the orphanage, you turn your back on John and hide your tears, so he won't notice. "Hold on just a little longer, kid. I'll sort it out soon," he says, and puts a hand on your shoulder.

Whenever he takes you to his house, he gives you something: a plushie or a book or some clothes. But you never took those gifts to your orphanage because you were afraid that one day he would simply stop coming, disappear from your life, and all these trinkets would remind you of him. This little biter habit of yours broke Johns heart over and over again. You were still a child, but you were already afraid to get attached to someone.

One day he takes you back to his house once again. After an evening with cocoa and a board game, he hands you a simple envelope. "This is something very important. Take a look. I need your opinion on it." You are confused, but still open the envelope and start reading the document, that was inside it. You can hardly make out the text, overloaded with terms you are unfamiliar with. And then, little by little, understanding comes to you and the letters begin to blur before your watering eyes.

“Is… is it? I…” You try to say anything, but words fail you. So you jump off your chair and run to John. He barely has time to move away from the table when you do not even hug him - you cling to him with such force, as if your life depended on it. You've always tried to hide your tears in front of him, but now they're rolling and rolling down your face. John hugs you back and pats your head to comfort you. “It's ok, it's ok, I got you. You're gonna be ok, little one. We're gonna be ok. Not ok even - we're gonna be good. Together.” His voice is soft and quiet.

Simon

“I'll need you to take the mask off this time. Don't want you to scare anyone in m`house.” Ghost grants John a side eye and scoffs. “John Price lives alone no more?” John nods and continues to drive silently. Initially, Ghost was supposed to visit Captains house just for business, but now he is tormented by curiosity. “Someone trustworthy?” Ghosts voice is still muffled with the mask. “The most trustworthy person out there,” John smiles and Simon takes the mask off. Ghost enters the house before Price, who lingered at the trunk in search of something. Simon hears joyful kids voice. "John is back!" A girl of about twelve years of age runs down the stairs with a loud clatter. But when she sees Simon, she stops in her tracks. Price often leaves for some time, and she is already used to the fact that strangers often appear in the house: Johns relatives, acquaintances who look after the child while he is away. But Simons menacing appearance made her dumbfounded. She takes a tiny step back when Price's voice comes from the street. “It's ok, kid. This is mister Riley, he's my colleague and friend.” Both Ghost and the girl look at each other startled, not knowing what to say. John finally comes into the house and defuses the situation. "Look who we met on the way home," he says, and hands the girl a plush tiger cub. Her face immediately changes and she happily skips to John.

At dinner, she sits her new toy next to her and bombards Price with questions about his work and stories about what she has been doing in his absence. Simon looks from her to John and remembers how the captain stayed in his office until late at night, endlessly filling out some forms a couple of years ago. Ghost thought it had to do with work, but when he once offered to help Price with this paperwork, John refused with strange zeal. And now Ghost sees, what was it all about. And it all was hella worth it: she was the nicest, most well-behaved and happiest kid, Simon seen in a while. 

When they finished their dinner, the girl grinned conspiratorially. "Hey John! Guess what." And before Price could even react, she burst out impatiently and with ill-concealed delight: "I made your favorite dessert!"

"You? Or was it Aunt Meg?" John smirks and Simon realizes he's never seen the captain so happy before. "No, it's definitely me this time! She was just… looking out!"

Price walks into the kitchen and an awkward silence spreads across the living room. Although it seems that only Simon feels awkward - the girl stares at his tattoos with the most sincere interest. "Ehm, so you... love animals?" Ghost squints at the toy tiger cub. The girl smiles broadly and nods, never taking her eyes off Simon's arms. "Do you maybe… want to be a veterinarian when you grow up?" Simon continues this awkward conversation. "No!" She looks up at him and continues loudly, "When I grow up - I want to be a soldier like John!" The shrill sound of spoons and forks scattering across the floor comes from the kitchen.

“Soldier… I thought, kids in her age were supposed to want to become… I don't know, pop stars? Princesses? Figure skaters?” rants Price later that evening, when the girl is already sleeping and he and Simon are standing on a backyard. 

“She doesn't want to become any soldier. She wants to be 'a soldier like John'. You are her hero, Captain.” Simon chuckles, masking the fact, that he envies Price a bit. The undisguised delight with which the girl looks at John, her admiration for even the simplest, most trivial of his stories… No money could buy that.

Ghost visited Prices house throughout several next years, and every time he gradually became more comfortable around the girl. In some time, they could hang out together without any awkwardness. She brought her homework down to the big table in a living room and asked Simon to tell her stories about his work with John. Of course Simon tried not to mention anything too disturbing, but it was difficult, and the stories came out short and inconsistent. But she still thrived on them. “Seems like you are quite good at what you do!” She sounds almost as exited as when she talks to John. “Quite good? Lieutenant Ghost is the legend, kid,” comments Price, entering the room. Little do John and Simon know, this was the exact moment, that predetermined the girl's life for years to come. Now she had not just one, but two heroes and a dream: to become like them.

A few years later, which flew by for Simon like a few days, he and John were already present at her oath. Of the two, Ghost, who kept aloof from the others, seemed the calmer. John seemed to be worried about everything: because his daughter was one of the shortest in her formation, because of the bad weather and the fact that she was about to get wet, because of the form "which was of much better quality back in his time" ... But when she got out of line, when she began to recite the text of the oath, Simon shuddered inwardly. Price's daughter, this little dear miracle, who had been running around the house what seemed like just yesterday in funny pajamas, was reciting the oath... Ghost couldn't believe it.

And when she, with burning eyes and a happy blush on her face, ran up to them and saluted with the words "Captain, Lieutenant", Simon felt his eyes tingle. He left her alone with John so that they could share this very special moment. But a few minutes later he heard her hurried steps and she lightly squeezed his arm in a short friendly hug. "Starting your service with insubordination?" Simon scolded her, but in fact it was one of the brightest, happiest moments of his life. He never thought that someone else's adopted child could become so important to him.

Johnny

“Let go!” The fabric of Soaps T-shirt was stretched, and the seams began to crackle dangerously, ready to burst. "Johnny, cut it out!" - your voice echoed between the gray walls of the neighboring buildings of your base. You tried to work things out quietly, but with Soap, that's impossible. If he decides something, it's as good as done.

You try to hold him by force, but it's not so easy: to a greater extent, it's not your hands that clutched at his T-shirt that stop him, but the risk of ruining that T-shirt forever.

"Hey Soap! The hell is going on here?" Price's voice sounds so close that both you and Johnny flinch and turn around at the same time. "She's holding me by force! And you still ask me what happened?" Soap sounds fierce, but his posture shifts, and he unconsciously shields you from Price, who is looking from him to you. 

"Sorry, Captain. It's all right, the Sergeant and I were just joking." You answer, turning away from Price. But nothing ever escapes John. He walks around Soap, catches up with you and looks into your eyes. "You've been crying." It's not even a question, it's a statement. Price sees your reddened eyes, swollen eyelids. He also knows that you almost never cry. You want to be a good soldier so much, you look up to him and Ghost, you never let your emotions get the better of you. But if something brings you to tears... Something or someone... It's really bad.

“Gonna ask it once…” Prices eyes pierce right through the mask of dumb jolliness, you desperately try to put on. “What happened?” You try to come with anything, but your best shot just sounds pathetic “It's just an allergy, Captain…”

“Allergy my ass…” - Price walks around you and comes back to Soap. “Ok, Sergeant, let's see if you have anything better for me… Same question, I'm waiting.” 

You look at Soap with a mute pleading, but he does not notice this, his eyes are riveted to Price. “She was dumped today. I wanted to find the bastard and have a word with him.” Soaps voice is still harsh from your fight. You shut your eyes and let go of his T-shirt at last. Price slowly exhales. You know that sound. A quiet long exhalation, a harbinger of a storm. “Who?” - Johns` voice sounds cold and distant.

“Your guess is as good as mine. She doesn't tell, so I was heading to the barracks to find out myself.” Soap finally looks at you, his gaze is absolutely fierce, as if rejecting you was some kind of personal insult to him. 

Price turns around to you once more. One word is enough for him to express both a question and an ominous threat. “Name.” You shake your head, not daring to look up at him. 

John clearly doesn't want so sound menacing to you. And if Soap wasn't around, Price would already wrap you in a tight embrace to hide you from your own pain. But the fact, that someone dared to hurt, to reject you, his little treasure (and it doesn't matter, that the last night you turned 22), makes his blood boil with rage. Of course, he is overprotective as your father, but he believes, it's you, who deserves to choose partners, and they just have to be eternally happy and grateful for your attention. You understand, that your problems have just doubled up… Now both Soap and Price are waiting for you to drop the name, and every next moment of silence seems to only make it worse.

“I need the name, kid. Now, there won't be any fights, we'll just talk. Nice and calmly… And if that bloody moron just happens to slip and fall on the Sergeant's fist - I may not notice …” your Captains` voice was quiet, menacingly quiet. Johnny didn't look any friendlier, his posture was tense and his eyes - furious. You bite your tongue, afraid to say a word. “As you wish. Off to the barracks we head then,” commands Price, and they walk past you.

In a fit of desperation, you take off and rush after them. "Wait! There's no need to 'talk' to anyone, please... It was Sarah... from the office."

They both stop in their tracks and look at each other. This... changed a lot. Of course, they still care about you and want to help, but now, obviously, they will have to reconsider their plans. Soap looks completely lost, Price checks time and rises his gaze back at you. 

"In two hours, both of you. My office." Johns` voice is echoing in your head as they both leave you alone. It's hard to even roughly imagine what awaits you and why John also needed Soap. Perhaps the Captain just wanted to lecture you about relationships at work, and so he invited Johnny, who had several... similar experiences.

But when you and Soap meet on the threshold of Price's office at the appointed time, the captain silently nods to his desk with three empty glasses and a flask. The rest of the evening, these two vied with each other to tell you about different failures in their personal lives. At first you feel awkward, but gradually you relax. Some stories make you sigh sadly, others are so funny that you almost choke with laughter. Little by little, you're feeling less pain from being dumped. Yes, maybe you didn't get someone, you wanted, but you have John and Johnny, who are not embarrassed to tell you the most silly and sad personal stories, just to make you feel less alone even in such a situation.

When you leave Price's office, both you and Johnny's faces are flushed with constant laughter. He puts his hand on your shoulder and says: “Hey, don`ya spend y`tears on that dafty, ok? She lost more than you today! We'll find you a nice lass or lad, that papa Price approves of!” You almost fall over in surprise. Nobody but Ghost knew that Price had ever adopted you. Here at the military base, you and Price were just colleagues.

"What, you think m`blind?" Soap stops and stares at you. "The captain takes care of everyone in his own way, but arranging something like this... The last time, I was in a similar situation - the man just filled me up with paperwork so that I had no energy left for anything else." When he puts it that way, it darts to be obvious to you too: you may kept your secrets, but the way you and Price cared for each other was sometimes on the surface. “Johnny… I don't know, how to put it right, but we really try to keep it…” 

“Keep just to yourselves? Dinae worry, I get it.” He smirks. “Price is protecting you and so will I from now on. So, ma mouths shut.” 

And Johnny keeps his word: he never mentions how you are related to Price, never publicly reminisces about that evening at Captains office. And he also starts a whole operation to find and select the perfect candidate for you, but that's a whole another story.

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First Time | Kim Taehyung

This is a little drabble of the Style series, I wanted to write about this series and this came out lol, I hope you like it. Warnings: Fluff, slight Smut, Actress!Reader, Tae is an idol, but is taking a break from music and entered acting again, mention of "Daytime Star" (Beautiful webtoon). wc: 3.3k

When Tae offered you to go to his house to practice the dialogues for the later chapters, you didn't hesitate to say yes. He was the man you trusted the most, you adored him; he was sweet, funny, charismatic and very polite. He was exactly what any girl would want in her life. You were completely grateful that he was your co-star in the k-drama "Daytime Star," and even more grateful that he allowed you to practice alongside him.

"Have you read the script for episode 13 yet?" muttered Tae with his eyes fixed on the thick stack of sheets labeled 'Daytime Star | Chapter 13'. 

"Yes!" you smiled as you stood up, with the script tightly clenched in your hands - quite small compared to Tae's - and peeked over to see his, "There's a scene in the kitchen in this one" you looked at your co-worker, friend at this point, and couldn't help but blush at the thought of what you had to do. You didn't think you were strong enough to see Tae shirtless.

He nodded, almost as if it was nothing new. You wondered internally if he had already done something similar with another girl, though that wasn't your problem. "Looks like it," he gave you a tight-lipped smile, leaving the script on the table and resting his full attention on you as he stretched his arms above his head. "I didn't think they'd have any racy scenes, are you sure you can handle that? From what you've told me, you don't have much experience in this area," Tae's cheeks flushed heavily as he watched you shrink in place, looking down at your feet, "I-I didn't mean to offend you."

"No, you're right, I've actually never made a scene like that before" you sighed defeatedly. You hated not being experienced enough to be true to the role you had been given almost by miracle.

"We could talk to the director and ask him to remove that scene and..." said Tae, too quickly for you to interrupt. But you still took his hand, giving him such a soft, sweet smile that he stopped on his own.

"Tae, I really appreciate your concern, but I also don't want to affect the recording. Besides, it's part of my job to accommodate the character, and if Yura needs to make out with Seunghyeon for the advancement of the plot, then I'll have to do it," you couldn't help the blush that grew from your ears to your neck. In your head it sounded better. Much better.

You shrank in place as you felt his lingering gaze on you, had you overstepped your bounds by saying that, or maybe... he didn't want to make that scene?

That idea completely terrified you. You looked at him with fear in your eyes, and before you could apologize in case he's the one who ultimately doesn't want to expose himself that way, his deep voice interrupted you.

"Then let's practice that scene" he muttered, looking around his apartment, as if he was searching for something. "It all starts after Yura makes Seunghyeon a coffee, right?" lightly squeezing your hand, he walked at a slow pace to his kitchen, "I saw a bit of the webtoon, my kitchen looks a bit like it, so we could take advantage of that."

You were dumbfounded. With your mouth wide open in amazement. You'd kissed Tae before, for the show, of course, but to have him kiss you, take off his shirt for you, and lift you up and press you against his kitchen was... too much.

You shook your head, pushing that idea out of your head. You were a professional, and you would take this situation as such. Yeah, you definitely weren't going to think about how bad this would be for your weak heart.

"Okay, so..." he paused for a moment, quickly reading the dialogues before stopping at you, "let's start with the part where Seunghyeon appears from behind Yura and rests his hand against the kitchen, is that okay with you?" he looked up so he could get your approval. You almost got choked up when you saw his eyes. You just nodded quickly, knowing inside that you wouldn't be able to answer him with words.

You took a breath of air, grabbing one of the cups Tae had drying and positioned it in front of you, without letting go of the handle. A few seconds later you felt the warmth of Tae's body behind your back. You ignored the shiver that ran down your back. Your gaze was fixed on the cup, only straying when Tae's hand appeared next to yours, touching the counter with his fingertips.

You closed your eyes, squeezing them shut as you could feel Tae's breath brush against your ear. 

"What about what I said?" he whispered hoarsely, causing your legs to tremble slightly.

You admired his professionalism, and you really needed some of it for the scene.

You turned to look at him, your eyebrows drawn together between your brows, just as the script called for you to do. You couldn't help but think of the difference in height between the two of you. In a firm voice, but without anger or malice, you replied "You're laughing at me, aren't you?".

And for a second you felt your whole body melt at Tae's smitten smile. He was seriously a great actor, you couldn't look at anyone with those eyes so... bright and soft.

You grumbled as you watched his smile grow even bigger at your question. You shook your head and straightened up, turning all your attention back to the cup with coffee -which, right now, was just an empty cup-. "Ugh, you're hopeless, Seunghyeon Kang, you know that?" you muttered with fake anger, and not only because that anger was from a character and not yours, if not because you knew Yura wouldn't say it with malice, not towards the person who loved her the most -after her best friend, of course-.

"What did you call me?" Tae asked mockingly, resting his left hand on the counter, leaving you completely trapped. You were starting to get nervous.

"What?" you turned your whole body towards him, raising your eyebrows, "You want me to call you Seunghyeon Kim instead of...?"

Yeah, you didn't really expect him to kiss you, though it didn't have to surprise you. That kiss was coming out in the scene. You obviously followed the kiss, after all, right now it wasn't you and Taehyung, co-workers, it was Yura and Seunghyeon, a happy acting couple just starting to date.

 You remembered how in the script it appeared that you had to take his shirt and wrinkle it. He wasn't wearing a shirt, but a sleeveless white Celine T-shirt. Unable to hold onto his arms, you brought your hands to his chest, crumpling the fabric near his shoulders. A shiver ran down your back for the second time, but this time, it had every right to appear. Taehyung had moaned against your lips as you felt yourself clinging to his shirt. Your rational side mentally pleaded that he'd only done it for the practice and not for... well, the kiss.

You weren't sure how long you must have been kissing, but you were sure it must not have been that long. You distinctly remembered it appearing as 'a chaste kiss' or something like that, your photographic memory starting to fail for every second that Tae kept moving his sides against yours. You were starting to feel bad for how good you felt.

He pulled away just inches, his dark eyes planted on yours. You swallowed saliva as you watched him run his tongue over his lips. "I need you to open your mouth a little" he murmured.

You tensed all over. You were beginning to question whether this was still part of practice or not. "Y-yes" you whispered, gasping as you felt his hands hold you by your thighs and lift you up to lay you on the counter. This did appear in the script. 

Even with the embarrassment you felt, you parted your lips just slightly, letting out a sigh as Tae approached you at that very moment. Unlike what you thought, his kisses were much more lazy and soft. The way he had pulled you close to him, you thought he would kiss you until you were breathless. Although this wasn't too bad either. 

His right hand went up to linger on the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair at the same time his left hand stopped at your waist and drew little circles on the cream colored vest you were wearing.

With some uncertainty, you brought your hands to the back of his head, drawing him closer to you. Your fingers began to grab small strands and making swirls with them. You sighed as you felt him gasp against your lips as you pulled his hair slightly. This man was going to be the end of you.

"Y/N" he murmured in agitation, resting his forehead against yours. "Can I touch you?"

You choked on your saliva, staring at him with wide eyes. That definitely wasn't in the script. "S-sorry?" your hands began to tremble slightly as you realized what he had said, because he had, in short, said your name.

"Just... you don't need to say yes, it was an impulse and..." As soon as you noticed how he tried to pull away from you, you wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, pulling him to you again.

"No!" you squealed, unsure of what you were doing, "I... I don't have a problem with you doing it" you whispered, unable to look at his face. Suddenly you wanted the earth to swallow you up.

"Oh" Tae smiled brightly, feeling his heart warm with tenderness as he watched you blush and start rambling on about something he hadn't heard. You were talking very softly.

"Honey," he whispered against your forehead, pressing his lips against the skin there. You couldn't see it, but his smitten smile and the slight blush on his cheeks showed he was just as nervous as you were, "if at any point you feel like it's too much, tell me."

You just nodded, closing your eyes tightly as you felt Tae's warm hand rest on your thigh and move up to touch the end of your skirt. His free hand busied itself with gently lifting the vest so he could touch your skin beneath it. He growled softly as he realized you weren't wearing a shirt or anything from the vest.

"You came without a shirt?" he whispered over your shoulder, leaving soft kisses as he moved up your neck and stopped at your ear. 

"I usually wear my vests like that, so I don't get so many clothes dirty" you said between stutters. He barely touched you, they were light, loving touches that you only felt because of his warmth and yet he still left you in that state. It was too embarrassing.

He didn't respond, he seemed to be too busy kissing the skin behind your ear. You removed your hand from Tae's hair and dragged it down to his waist, where his shirt was hidden under his pants. With clumsy and too shy movements - because, even though it wasn't your first time, something about this man made you act 1000 times clumsier than you already were - you pulled his shirt off and slipped your hand inside, enjoying how the touch made his whole body tremble. You didn't know you could have that reaction.

You closed your eyes, letting your hand roam all over his back, caressing every bit of skin your hands could reach.

You weren't sure at what point it happened, but, almost magically, your vest had disappeared and now Tae's lips traveled from your collarbone to your waist, leaving wetter and wetter kisses.

You were thankful he didn't remove your bra, you would be too embarrassed if he saw you completely naked.

"Do you want me to take off my shirt?" he whispered just above where your skirt covered your waist, a little below your belly button. His fully dilated dark eyes stared at you, causing a spasm to make you jump up and down on the counter.

"Y-yes, please" you rested your hands on his shoulders, wondering if you should help him. 

But you didn't need to. He stood up, reminding you how tall he really was. He quickly took off his polo shirt and threw it somewhere in the kitchen. Your mouth went dry almost immediately. He was too beautiful to be real.

His dark, lust-filled gaze deepened as he noticed how you were unable to take your gaze off his body. He approached you at a slow pace, reaching out his hand and taking a lock of your hair so he could kiss it.

"I like your hair" he whispered, letting the lock fall over your bare shoulder. You could only stand still, contemplating every move he made. "And your eyes" he moved closer to your face, resting his lips for a couple of seconds on each of your eyes, "Your nose" you laughed as he kissed the tip of your nose, crinkling it slightly as you pulled away a little, just enough to look into his face, "and definitely your lips" he whispered, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger and moving closer to you so he could kiss you.

Unlike the slow, gentle kisses he had given you at the beginning, this time Tae seemed to be completely out of control. His lips were devouring you as if you were going to disappear at that very moment. No one had ever kissed you like that. It was all teeth clashing and tongues tangling, a couple of soft moans came from his lips every now and then, and you couldn't help but want to touch him.

"Tae" you gasped as soon as he pulled away from you. You needed to have his attention for a second before he launched himself on your lips, and his face screamed all over the place that he would. 

His lustful gaze faded immediately. Now his dark eyes only reflected concern.

"Did I go too far, do you need me to stop?" he stammered nervously, he tried to turn around to reach for your clothes, but you stopped him with your hand.

"It's not that, in fact, I'm quite enjoying it" you confessed with red cheeks and gaze fixed on his lips. They looked a little more swollen and glossy. "It's just...can I touch you?"

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, until Tae laughed softly and cupped your cheeks, kissing you repeatedly.

"God, you're so cute," he said between kisses, with a big smile. You didn't get the funny, "You can touch anything you want, I'm completely yours" he whispered happily, closing his eyes and resting his nose against yours.

"Anything I want?" you looked at him with your eyes sparkling. That was quite an offer, very tempting.

"Absolutely everything" he nodded, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles, his gaze on yours at all times.

You nodded with pursed lips, "you can go about your business" you whispered, bringing your trembling hands to his chest. You felt too nervous, how were you supposed to act when the man in front of you was so stupidly beautiful?

Tae's kisses were getting messier and messier, as were his caresses all over your body - especially your inner thighs. You tried to do the same with him, but you still felt too shy to do so, so you took to caressing his arms and shoulder blades, burying your nails into his skin when the kisses got too wild. You couldn't even remember how you got here.

His fingers began to play teasingly with the zipper of your skirt, making you groan in frustration. He definitely didn't seem to have any intentions of taking it off, and you seriously wanted, needed, it to be out of the way.

"I need you to hold on to me" he whispered, lightly biting the skin of your collarbone, causing a high pitched moan to leave your lips. "I don't want our first time together to be in my kitchen" he growled, grabbing you by the bottom of your thighs and lifting you up with ease.

"What...?" You were confused and too excited to think hard about what he had just said, "Where are you taking me?"

"To my bed" he smiled, kissing your lips softly, continuing his walk. Luckily, he thought, he didn't need to keep his eyes open to get to his room. He knew the way by heart. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, becoming enraptured at the beautiful face he had. You couldn't contain yourself and brought your fingertips to his cheeks, caressing gently. You wanted this man to be completely yours, far beyond the physical. You wanted to be able to wake up next to him, to laugh next to him, to comfort him when he needed a shoulder to cry on. You wanted him to want you the way you wanted him.

Before you knew it, Tae already had you lying on his dark blue sheets. They were soft and cool, but his scent was permeating them, and you adored that.

He put both arms on either side of your face, his deep gaze still sending shivers down your spine. "We don't have to do this if you don't feel ready yet" he whispered, bringing his hand up to your face and caressing your cheek. You closed your eyes as you felt his touch against your skin. It was so warm and electrifying that you wanted more of him. So much more.

"I'm ready," you murmured, stroking his hair. Standing beneath him, with his arms around your head, the nervousness and shyness no longer seemed to affect you. You brought your hands up to touch the hair at the nape of his neck, fiddling with it as you brought your lips to his chest, where you assumed and hoped his heart was. "I trust you, I know you would never hurt me."

You could see Adam's apple rise and fall at your comment, at the same time as his breathing became increasingly ragged.

"You're going to destroy me one of these days" he joked, leaving a soft kiss on your chest, right in the same place you did with him, "But that's okay, I see no better ending than being destroyed by your hands."

At another time you would have laughed at how corny it sounded, but having him half naked, on top of you, with his hair in disarray and breathing heavily didn't help matters.

"Is it okay if I take your skirt off?" he murmured, running his fingers down your body until he stopped at the zipper of your skirt. 

You lifted your hips, barely brushing against his, "Hell, yeah, I was hoping you'd do it sooner" you chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Sorry" he smiled broadly. For some reason, you could feel his nervousness, and you loved to think he felt the same way you did.

His fingers caught the zipper of your skirt and greedily pulled it down, pulling them off your legs as soon as he had reached the end. You were still wearing your underwear, but you still felt too exposed... in a good way.

"Are you ready?" he whispered in front of your crotch covered by your panties. Your breath hitched for an instant, but you managed to nod awkwardly. "Good, because I don't think I can contain myself from here on out" he gave you one last mean smile before pulling down your panties and plunging into your intimacy.

#bts #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x fem!reader #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #bts x you #kim taehyung #kim taehyung x reader #taehyung #v x reader #imaginas v #tae x reader #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts one shot #bts v

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

ok i have GOT to make a halloween request. i don’t really care which characters (tho scarvio main cast + jacq or turo is preferred at the time of writing this) but how about them reacting to the reader having halloween as their birthday? bc ofc it’s MY birthday so i feel obligated to request this lol and ofc u don’t have to do this but i thought it’d be fun to make some kind of halloween themed request ESP after seeing the security breach one. anyways have a nice day!!! :DDD -galaxy

Happy birthday!!! I haven't written for Pokémon in a hot minute

(Sorry,,I couldn't think of anything for Turo or Jacq so I hope the main trio is okay!)

........

Arven

"Wow, little buddy..so does this mean we can only celebrate one or the other?"

He's joking, of course, but he finds it cool that your birthday also falls on Halloween.

Growing up, he never really celebrated either occasion himself....although that doesn't mean he can't celebrate them with you!

He gifts you your favorite sandwich (of course, it's what he does best) and sets up a picnic where you two hang out for most of the day.

By nightfall, you learn of a mass outbreak of ghost types and drag him around, trying to catch them all before dawn.

Although Mabosstiff has the clear type advantage should any of them wanna fight, Arven still gets spooked easily.

Especially as a mischievous Trevenant disguising itself as a normal tree scared the hell out of him.

Turns out you asked it to beforehand (with you promising to catch it should it succeed), and he's not amused in the slightest.

He doesn't stay mad forever, though. It IS your birthday, after all.

Nemona

Girl goes above and beyond tbh.

And by that, I mean she organizes a whole Halloween/birthday party for you in one of the classrooms (with the director's permission, ofc).

She got cute little outfits for her main Pokémon team and had them all surprise you when you walked through the door.

Honestly?

You expected nothing less from her.

So the rest of the day is filled with fun spooky activities that she (unwillingly) drags Arven and Penny into.

Her gift to you is a Dipplin!

Since it's like a candy apple and a super cool dragon type, she thought it was perfect (her connections in Kitakami came in handy this year).

She would def make sure to celebrate your birthday like this every year even after you all graduate.

Penny

She already knew long before you told her (girl does her research).

But she doesn't plan on making a huge deal out of it. Big celebrations were never really her thing, and you knew that too.

The most she'll do is send you a present and a card tied to her Umbreon (who shows up at your dorm in a cute little ghost outfit).

Team Star catches wind of your birthday being today and decides to throw together a little surprise-Halloween party, eventually convincing their leader to help them plan it out and get permission to use one of the old classrooms.

You love it, but poor Penny jumps like 10 feet into the air when everybody suddenly pops out wearing masks.

"Is this surprise party for you or for me?" You jokingly ask, although she just gives you an awkward smile before you all proceed with the festivities.

#clanask #galaxy anon #pokemon x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #pokemon arven #pokemon nemona #pokemon penny #arven x reader #nemona x reader #penny x reader #halloween #platonic #headcanons

[wifetomegatron]

HII! I just wanted to say I love your writing so much, it always leaves me with good feelings for the rest of the day lol!

I saw that you’re taking requests and was wondering if you’d be willing to write something for Trailcutter? I don’t see much with him and I’d love to see your take on writing him 💕 sfw or nsfw doesn’t matter.

hi dear, thank you so much for the lovely compliment. what a lovely thing to say <3 and thank you for giving me the opportunity to write about trailcutter, he is indeed underrated, let's change that as i'm starting to grow fond of him !

sober. trailcutter / gn!reader. (nsfw !). (mdni !). drabble.

When Bluestreak asked him how sobriety was going, Trailcutter didn't hesitate — it's good. The blue mech didn't seem convinced, but Trailcutter didn't know what else to say. It is going well. Too well, maybe. Because he's leaning against one of the chairs in Swerve's, and halfway into happy hour, Trailcutter still hasn't ordered anything.

He didn't even want it, despite the sea of mechs drinking and laughing around him. It was the evening after a successful recon mission down in one of the organic planets. The whole crew's here, even Megatron. And despite the co-captain's efforts in smacking the alcoholic out of him, the newfound inability to get drunk didn't come with the sudden want to stop drinking. And the first few months were horrible, but Primus, if they weren't worth it. 

You were across the room, making conversation with Nautica and Velocity. All smiles as you nursed your glass of wine. He thinks you look beautiful: cheeks partially flushed as you look up from your lashes. It's funny to notice all the pretty little details he's been missing out on when he's flat-faced drunk and drooling all over the tables. You were kind, patient — persistent, even, considering that you were the first individual to actually sit him down for an intervention. And after a while, he doesn't need to cope anymore. He just wants to remember. To take in the way the lights hit your skin and bounce off the walls, how the music's making him tap his servos to the beat. 

So he tells Bluestreak it's the little things. When he called Trailcutter out for lying, the newly appointed director of security gave his friend a shrug, thinking back on the kisses you'd give him after every session in Rung's office. Of how wet and warm your mouth was pressed against his, loving, praising. And not even Nightmare Fuel can replicate the high you give him — soft hands and plush thighs, sprawled atop him as he lifts you by the waist to pull you down his spike. You'd buck into him, sinking inch by inch, whispering into his audials. 

You've been so good lately. You'd whine, fingers trying to push past his valve. So strong, so brave...so handsome. 

And with that — he'd come apart.

Rung had told him to find healthier alternatives to managing his self-confidence and doubts. Let's just say with you riding him for cycles on end, he doesn't worry about being a one-trick pony anymore. 

So yeah, Trailcutter's telling the next mech the same, honest answer: sobriety is going well. You gave him a wink from the end of the room, already walking to him, hips swaying with invitation. Yeah, it's definitely good. 

#transformers idw #idw mtmte #idw transformers #maccadams #transformers x reader #transformers x you #tf mtmte #mtmte #transformers mtmte #mtmte x reader #mtmte imagine #lost light #transformers lost light #tf headcanons #tf imagines #tf idw #transformers headcanons #transformers hc #tf hc #lost light x reader #transformers imagine #transformers one shot #trailcutter idw #trailcutter #trailcutter x reader #trailcutter / reader #trailbreaker #trailbreak / reader #trailbreaker x reader #valveplug

[ash5monster01]

Hi! Loved your last Andrew post 🥺, was hoping to request another with him? when you and Andrew are both single and have been for a long time so you two decided to set each other up with someone close to each of your age (reader is like 24). You go on a double date but during the date you two just hit it off more than your blind dates. And if you can make reader an actress too 🫶🏻 I saw on insta that thats what happened with Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds lol

Should’ve Known it Was You

Pairing: Andrew Garfield x FemReader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: you and your friend Andrew are both single and decide setting each other up on a blind double date is the best idea until you enjoy each other more than your dates.

Masterlist

You weren’t sure how you had ended up in this situation. Actually you knew exactly how and it was because of the doe eyed boy seated across from you. It was his fault you found yourself with a date duller than a doorknob and it was also your fault his date ended up annoying as can be, but it wasn’t your fault you didn’t know many other people 15 years older than you and he didn’t know many people 15 years younger than him. Thinking back on it now maybe the day you had decided this was a good idea you both hadn’t really thought it through.

“Look Y/N we’re both single right now. What could it hurt?” you couldn’t believe he was suggesting this.

“He could be a murderer or a cannibal” Andrew laughed loudly, his trailer almost shaking.

“Why would your mind go to those options first? You don’t think I would find you a nice guy?” Andrew crossed his arms, his attention completely off his lunch during your 30 minutes break from set.

“I know, I just wouldn’t be comfortable. I’m awkward” you hated dating. Getting used to somebody new was the worst, especially romantically.

“You’re not awkward” you gave him a dumbfounded look in hopes to remind him what you were like the first day on set and you two had met. “Okay, you’re a little awkward but you can overcome that. I mean look at us now”

“Andy, I just want to skip the embarrassment. I’ll find a guy of my own to make myself a fool in front of” you told him before proceeding to take a bite of your salad.

“Why don’t we make it a double date, you pick my date and I pick yours and then we all go together” now this idea had peaked your interest. Andrew could fill the conversation where you struggled and hopefully you could do the same for him.

“Now that could work” you told him after a few minutes of pondering and he held his hands up as if to say I told you so before focusing back on his food.

So here you both were, sat next to your dates, in a dimly lit restaurant. But the catch was both the dates you picked sucked and the only jokes you had been laughing at all night were Andrew’s.

“Oh my gosh Y/N, did I tell you what happened on set the other day?” Andrew turned his head from his blonde date and you immediately leaned forward to put your attention on him. Your date had been busy trying to tell you about his routine while taking care of his Grandpa and you could only take so much about what medication he takes at what time.

“No, spill” you grinned back at him, your dates sharing a knowing look between them.

“We were filming and one of the new assistants was so distracted as he watched us he walked straight into the craft table. Food went everywhere and he was covered. I laughed so hard we had to reshoot the scene like twenty times” you laughed loudly picturing this, knowing that one bump to your craft table could launch food everywhere.

“Oh my gosh, I bet our Director was pissed” Andrew nodded, smiling at how the girl laughed at his story.

“He was, but I couldn’t help myself” both of you had shown more enthusiasm over each other than your dates and it continued like this for most of the night. One of you would break a dull conversation to converse with the other. Finally Andrew’s date had enough.

“That’s it’s, I’m leaving” Andrew shot her a confused look and your date stood as well.

“Me too” he said as he started to put on his jacket.

“What, we’re just starting to have fun” Andrew held his hands up, confused as his date collected her purse.

“No, you guys are having fun” you drew your eyebrows together at the blonde girl, confused by what she had meant.

“Obviously you guys are into each other, you should’ve saved yourself the trouble and just went on a date instead of wasting our time” your date said before turning and walking out the door. Andrew’s date followed, her chin high as you both got abandoned at the table.

“Well, that was unexpected” Andrew spoke and you both chuckled, the awkwardness starting to settle in. Andrew was 15 years older than you and you had never really considered him an option. But hearing someone say it you started to wonder if you really had been attracted to him all along. Every shared moment between the two of you flashed through your head and you realized maybe it was always there. You enjoyed his company, and the flirting wasn’t uncommon.

“We should go” you suggested and he nodded as he held his hand up for a bill. Once you both had paid you found yourself out in the sidewalk, walking side by side, your shoulders brushing every once in a while.

“Do you think they were right?” Andrew asked and you sighed as you looked ahead of you.

“Maybe, I don’t know” he nodded as you said this. You hated that this was in your head now. Now you noticed how the veins in his hands flexed, the roll of his throat as he spoke, and the crinkles in his eyes, and you were attracted to all of it.

“Maybe we were so focused on the fact it couldn’t happen that is somehow did” you both never considered the other due to age. But had focusing on this fact distract you from it happening in real time?

“I’m a little embarrassed our dates noticed but not us” you said and he laughed lightly as he kicked a rock with his foot.

“Yeah, then we really could’ve saved ourself the trouble” the silenced filled the air again, only the sound of traffic floating between you. Suddenly Andrew couldn’t handle the silence or confusion anymore and his movements came to a stop.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you turned back to look at him.

“What if we kissed?” your heart stopped as he muttered the words.

“What?” you gasped out, surprised by the bluntness of the situation.

“Look, obviously both of us are trying to understand our feelings right now. So what if we kiss? If we feel something or not at least we’ll know and this entire night won’t be a complete waste” he said you thought about it for a few moments. At the end of the day what could it possibly hurt. At least you could sleep easier tonight.

“Okay, let’s do it” Andrew was surprised by this response but quickly recollected himself.

“Okay” and suddenly he was a step closer, and you could feel his breath on your face. Your heart accelerated as he tried to figure out how to grab you. Settling with one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek he slowly lowered his face to yours.

“You better be a good kisser Garfield” you whispered before he finally pressed his lips to yours. At first it was shock, that you both had your mouths pressed to each other but suddenly you felt it. Andrew did too as his hand on your cheek slipped behind your head to deepen the kiss. You found yourself clinging to his shirt, the desire to get more overwhelming you. Slowly his tongue slid across your bottom lip and you allowed it in, all of your senses going into over drive because here your best friend was with his tongue in your mouth and causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

Your hands found your way into his hair and his around your waist, trying to pull you as close to him as possible. You had both expected just a peck on the lips but now here you were hungering for more and you still hadn’t even broken apart yet. As soon as his hands started to slide up the back of your shirt you both broke apart for air. Your breaths were heavy as you searched each others eyes wondering if you had both felt that. How could you both have gone so long not realizing being together could feel like that?

“Wow” you weren’t sure if you had ever had a kiss like that and yet here you both were, still in each others arms, ready for more.

“I know” a small grin fell on Andrew’s face and he laughed lightly.

“I’d really like to take you back to my place now so we can do that again” you started to nod quickly and he grinned again, gripping your hand as he pulled you towards his apartment.

“Better make it quick, I don’t think I can wait that long” you told him and he felt his pace quicken because you just became the best part of his night.

“We should’ve done that the day we met”

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[storiesforallfandoms]

history repeats itself ~ gwilym lee

word count: 2836

request?: yes!

“hey, i saw you wrote for Ben Hardy so I was wondering if you would write for Gwilym Lee? If not ignore this lol. I was thinking something like he meets the reader on set and they immediately hit it off, and the resemblance of her to Brian May’s wife is uncanny (let’s pretend he’s had just the one) and it’s kinda like a history repeats itself thing? idk if that made since. maybe Brian and Roger noticing and just being so amazed seeing that happening in front of them? thank you, and obviously since i have no explanation skills take complete control!”

description: when she gets cast to play the wife of a rock legend, everyone realizes how similar she and her on screen husband look to the originals

pairing: gwilym lee x female!reader

warnings: swearing, rpf

masterlist (one, two, three)

It was such a small role, one that didn’t even have any lines. But to me, it was huge. It was a small role in a massive blockbuster movie: the Freddie Mercury biopic. It would be the biggest job of my career. Up until that point, I had only been an extra in a few sitcoms. Having a small, silent role as Brian May’s wife in a Freddie Mercury biopic may seem like a small step up from what I’m used to, but the scale of the movie made it a massive deal for me.

I wasn’t sure if I’d get the role. There were hundreds of other actresses just like me - desperate for even the smallest roles in such a big film - were lined up to meet the director and casting director. It was such a small chance of getting it I thought. Until I walked into the room and both of their eyes widened when they landed on me.

“Holy shit,” the casting director breathed. “She looks just like her.”

I was cast on the spot. I nearly sobbed in happiness. I managed to keep the tears in until I got to my car and could call my parents to give them the news.

A few months later, I was preparing for my day on set. It was a party scene that was taking place at Freddie’s mansion at the height of their career. The other band members - Brian, Roger, and John - were there with their wives/girlfriends. The scene mostly required us to sit by our assigned on-screen husbands while they conversed. It was an easy day, and it was only going to take one day of filming, but I was still nervous. I had already met up with the director and some of the cast involved in the scene, but today I was going to be meeting the main four actors and two members of Queen.

I was just finished with wardrobe and was on my way to hair and makeup when I came across one of the main actors, Gwilym. I had been told about him after being cast, since he was the one playing Brian May, but I hadn’t met him yet. I suddenly felt nervous as I approached the hair and makeup trailer, where Gwilym was stood outside the door also waiting. He looked up as he heard me approach and smiled.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” I said back. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Gwilym. Nice to meet you.” He reached out and shook my hand. I hoped he couldn’t feel how my hands were shaking. “You’re playing Brian’s wife, right? Well, my wife I guess.”

I chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, that’s me. I’m getting all dolled up for my one day on set to film my one, dialogue-less scene.”

“Hey, there’s no such thing as small parts remember.”

I made a face at him. “You sound like my old theater teachers.”

Gwilym cringed. “That’s the last thing I’d ever want.”

I laughed. The door to the hair and makeup trailer opened and two other extras came out. The stylist greeted us and told us to come in. I sat in one chair while Gwilym sat in the one next to me. I watched the stylist grab a long, brunette wig and place it next to Gwilym.

“I’m gonna have to do Gwilym’s wig firs since that’ll take the longest,” she told me. “So, sit tight, and try not to mess up your wardrobe too much.”

I nodded and gave her a thumbs up.

I watched the process of applying Gwilym’s wig. It really did take a long time. First, a bald cap had to be applied to Gwilym’s head. Then, the wig was placed on his head in a few different ways to figure out the best placement. Once that was figured out, the wig had to be pinned down in a way that made it look natural on his head, and not like a wig.

“So,” Gwilym said, trying his best not to move his head. “Since we’re going to be here a while, and since we’re playing a married couple, I suppose we should get to know one another.”

“Sure,” I said with a laugh. “What do you want to know?”

“Is this your first movie?”

“It is. Until now I was just an extra in a few sitcoms. I had one line once, that’s the extent of my career.”

“Well, extras are important. Without them, a scene would look so stupid if it was just the main characters.”

I shrugged. “I know that, and I know every actor has to start somewhere, but I’ve been doing this for roughly five years. Performing Arts schools are expensive and I sometimes worry I made a mistake persuing acting.”

I saw Gwilym’s eyes quickly look over at me before looking back at the mirror in front of him. “It’s never a mistake to chase your dreams. It just takes time. You have to play the small parts in order to get experience for the big ones.”

“You’re right. It’s just taking so long. But I’m here now, so that’s a step up.” I shook my head. “Anyways, away from my career insecurities. Tell me a bit about you.”

We talked throughout his wig applying process. We exchanged embarrassing childhood stories, talked about how we got into acting, general details about one another. I had forgotten about the fact that I was waiting to have my own hair and makeup done by the time Gwilym stood from his chair.

He looked at himself in the mirror before turning to me. “How do I look?”

I tilted my head as I looked up at him. “Scarily like Brian May.”

He chuckled. “That’s good, then. They won’t fire me anytime soon. I’ll see you on set?”

I nodded and watched him go. I felt a little disappointed by the fact that he was leaving. I had really enjoyed talking to him. The next time I’d see him would be on set for the scene, where we wouldn’t be able to talk, and then once that ended I’d never see him again.

The stylist started going my hair and makeup. She showed me a picture of Brian and his wife in the early 80s, which was when the scene was set, as the inspiration for my look in the scene. It was subtle, but it was clearly 80s. It didn’t take as long as Gwilym’s had, and soon enough, I was on my way again.

I stepped out of the trailer just as Gwilym was walking up again. He was now in his costume, looking so much like a young Brian May that it was scary.

“Right on time,” he said. “I was coming back to walk you to set.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” I said, but I was touched by the offer.

“I didn’t have to, but I wanted to, so I am.” He offered an arm to me, like a gentleman. I took it and we started walking to set. “Besides, it’s a big scene with a lot of people. It might be nerve wracking to walk on set by yourself with all those people.”

“It is. Especially with meeting the rest of the main cast at the same time.”

“Oh, they’re all a bunch of wankers, you don’t have to worry about meeting them.”

I giggled. “You can’t say that about Brian May and Roger Taylor, though. And they’re going to be on set, too.”

“No, you’re right. But they are very kind. You don’t have to worry about meeting them. I’m sure everyone will like you. Even if they didn’t, who cares? You won’t have to see them again after today.”

He had a point, but it was still sad to hear out loud. I had been preparing for this day for so long, excited for my first big project. And now, within a matter of hours, it would all be over. I’d be sent back home, waiting for the next role to come up, hoping that maybe this movie could help with that role being a bigger one than just an extra. Back to my normal, boring life.

Saying goodbye to Gwilym.

I had managed to shock myself with that thought. I had only known Gwilym for maybe an hour and a half, but the thought of only having this day with him brought on a bit of sadness. He was so kind, and he seemed so genuine. I had never been on a set where the main actors even acknowledged that the extras existed, let alone be nice enough to walk one to set after talking to her for some time.

Not to mention he was extremely handsome. Especially when he smiled, like he was smiling at me now.

God, don’t develop a crush on the guy you’ll never see again after today.

My heart rate jumped the second we walked on to set. Gwilym wasn’t lying when he said there was going to be a lot of people in the scene. The mansion set was packed with people, so full that there was just barely enough room to move around. I was hoping this was the only amount of extras that were set to be in the scene, or else I think my nerves would go into over drive.

The director spotted Gwilym and I almost immediately and led us over to where we were set to be for the scene. Rami, Joseph, and Ben were already sat around having a laugh as we walked up. They happily greeted Gwilym, and he then introduced me to the lot of them. They were very nice and welcomed me in almost immediately, but it was still pretty surreal to be there with them. Especially Joseph, who I had seen in Jurassic Park when I was just a kid. I almost felt out of place there, but I could tell I wasn’t alone. I introduced myself to the other girls who were playing Ben and Joseph’s on screen love interests, who also looked just as out of place as I felt.

We were all sat around together when the buzz in the room suddenly turned into a hush. It wasn’t hard to know what had just happened: they had arrived.

Brian May and Roger Taylor themselves.

Rock and roll royalty.

I looked over and my heart leapt into my throat at the sight of them. It was hard to believe that they were actually real. I had been listening to Queen’s music all my life, but it wasn’t until this moment that I truly realized that these legends were actual real people.

Actual real people who were walking towards us.

I jumped when I felt a hand on my arm. I looked over to see that it was Gwilym’s hand. When I looked at him, he smiled. I couldn’t help but smile back, the nervousness in my stomach being replaced with butterflies. His hand moved down my arm and squeezed my own. I squeezed his hand back.

“My God.”

I looked up to see Brian and Roger stood over us. I tried to put on my best smile, hoping it wasn’t as obvious as I felt it was that I was shaking. Brian was looking between Gwilym and I, a look in his eye that I couldn’t quite place. Reminiscent, maybe?

“They did a spot on job casting for this movie,” Brian commented. “It feels like I’m looking into a mirror with you two.”

“If there mirror were about 50 years younger,” Roger teased.

“You speak from experience, don’t you old man?” Brian retorted. I couldn’t help but chuckle at their banter. Years of friendship and knowing one another, and they were still cracking jokes and poking fun. I hoped to be like them with my friends when I got older. “What’s your name, love?”

It took me a moment to realize he was talking to me. I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. In fact, there was nothing going on in my head at all. It was like I had completely forgotten every little thing I had ever learned in my life. How does one continue to function after Brian May calls them “love”?

“This is (Y/N),” Gwilym said, saving me from my colossal choke.

“Yes,” I finally managed. “Sorry, my name is (Y/N). I’m a little nervous.”

“Nothing to be nervous about, darling,” Brian said. “You already have the look of my wife down. And it seems you and young Gwilym here have already gotten quite acquainted.”

I didn’t realize that Gwilym and I were still holding hands. I expected him to let go at that moment, as if he were just realizing as well, but he didn’t. Instead, he kept hold of my hand, giving it another reassuring squeeze. I wondered if the blush on my face was noticeable under the makeup.

The director called for places, so Brian and Roger took their places off set. I let out a sigh of relief after they were gone and moved into place with Gwilym.

“See?” he whispered to me as we were passed glasses of fake champagne. “They’re not that bad.”

“Their presence alone is a little terrifying,” I whispered back.

“But you got through it. Seems Brian’s taken a liking to you. Although, that’s not surprisingly considering how lovely you are.”

I was convinced this was all some sort of very long, very detailed dream. I was going to wake up at any given moment.

The scene went by very smoothly. It wasn’t hard to just look between the boys as they spoke, smiling when I was supposed to smile, offering a sour look when Rami arrived, acting as a rather rude Freddie. It felt like Gwilym was moving closer to me with each take that we did. First we started off sitting in separate chairs, until the director asked if we would switch and sit in the couch that Joseph and his lady friend had been sat in. Gwilym had moved towards me at the start of that take, and by the final take of the day our bodies were touching and his arm was around me. I was glad I didn’t have any lines, or else I would’ve likely forgotten every single one of them.

When the director called cut and said it was a wrap on the scene, I tried not to let my sadness show. The extras started to file out of the room, going to get read for a different scene that they were filling for. Not me, though. I was going to wardrobe to get my outfit taken back, and then I was going home. If I was lucky, I would be invited to the premiere, otherwise I would never see any of these people again.

I wouldn’t see Gwilym again.

Ben, Joseph, and Rami were kind enough to give me a hug and tell me they were happy to have met me. I told them likewise and started my way back to the wardrobe trailer.

“(Y/N)! Wait!”

I turned to see Gwilym rushing up towards me.

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for your next scene?” I asked him.

“Yes, but I wanted to talk to you before you left,” he said. “Look, I know this is a bit presumptive to ask because we only really spoke to one another for that time in hair and makeup, and I have no idea if you’re even single so maybe I’m about to make an ass out of myself, but I wanted to ask you if you’d like to go out this evening once I’ve finished on set.”

Everything in my brain? Gone.

Every last bit of it.

Gone.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. It had to be a dream, right? There was no way it was real. I would’ve pinched myself if it wouldn’t have made me look like a total idiot in front of Gwilym.

“Yes,” I said. “ I mean, yeah, sure, I - I would love that.”

His face lit up. “Yeah? Okay. Here, let me give you my number.”

We both realized we didn’t have our phones, so we had to do it the old fashioned way - Gwilym found a pen and paper, and wrote down his number for me. I took the paper and shoved it into my pocket.

“I’ll text you once I’m no longer part of the 80s,” I said, gesturing towards my outfit.

He chuckled. “And I’ll do the same.”

We both stood, just looking at each other for a moment. It wasn’t until Gwilym was called back to set that we finally, reluctantly, broke away to go out separate ways. I put my hand in my pocket and closed it around the piece of paper containing Gwilym’s number. I smiled to myself, having to restrain myself from skipping happily towards wardrobe.

I guess history really does repeat itself, I thought with a laugh.

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[what-i-call-men]

Dead Girl Walking part 3

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, squirting, mentions of bad past sexual experience

A/N: it’s finally here ya freaks lol. So many of you were requesting. Pic from : @evanpeters

part 1

part 2

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It had been about a day and Tate hadn’t talked to you at all. You weren’t sure how to feel honestly. You knew you’d have to move on eventually, it just was weird that it happened so suddenly. Usually he’d have blown up your phone immediately after leaving the theater, but instead you received radio silence. That being said you also haven’t heard anything from Austin either. Until today.

‘Rehearse tonight. 6 pm @ rm 125.’

You looked at the text as your professor droned on. You didn’t know how to react after your last interaction with Austin. Honestly after that whole interaction, he told you rehearsal was over and you went back to your dorm.

Weirdly enough Tate also hadn’t talked to you… AT. ALL. Granted you knew he wasn’t your problem anymore, you knew this should be a good thing. But seeing as his texts became a normal thing for years it was off putting. You secretly hoped that this was at least a sign he was moving on. But almost as if he could read your mind, Tate’s contact flashed in your notifications.

‘Dinner tonight. 6 PM <3’

Yeah fucking right… as if you’d miss a chance to talk to Austin to go out with Tate. You typed out your response.

‘Can’t. Rehearsal.’

You pushed through the rest of your classes for the day, eventually going back to your dorm. You gave your roommate a quick hello before heading to your desk. You didn’t share a bunk bed like the freshman dorms, however both of your bedrooms were only detached by a wall with a very small shared desk space with the door. It was as though they just put up a cheap wall in a somewhat large dorm room.

Your best friend appeared at your door shortly after you sat at your desk. “What is wrong with you?” She asked as she came into your room, putting her bag on the floor next to your door. Dropping your head onto your desk, you stayed quiet. She read your general upset vibe essentially through the door.

You mumbled your response into the desk and she didn’t hear you so you picked up your head. “I kissed Austin.” Then the deafening silence. A quiet ‘What?’ From your roommates room. You turned to her doorway where she was now in the doorway. Your best friend's jaw was just dropped but slowly turned into a smile and she let out a small squeal.

“I thought you were with that Tate guy? Who’s Austin?”

“He’s our hot director for the musical. I knew he liked you the second you got cast as Veronica!” Your best friend interrupted your response. “Wait wait! Tell me how it happened!” She shook you by the shoulders then quickly sat on the floor in front of you. Your roommate looked at your friend before shrugging and grabbing her bag of chips off her desk and her chair, now sitting down as well.

You took a deep breath before revealing everything from the car ride to the script heart and then the kiss. “… But then he said rehearsal was over and I came back here. The only other text I got from him was about rehearsal practice.” You said and your friends looked at each other.

“I didn’t get called in to rehearse. And if Tate was he would’ve been here by now. What if he wants to have a special one-on-one rehearsal where you two can make out again.” Your friend raised her eyebrows suggestively.

“There’s no way he’d risk it again. He’s probably just gonna keep things professional and tell you not to talk about it with anyone.” Your roommate interjected. You sighed and looked down at your phone, seeing that you really only had enough time to grab some quick dinner from the dining hall on the way to the theater.

You excused yourself to change quickly as your friends bickered about how tonight would go. I mean… it wouldn’t be the worst thing for you to prepare for the best case scenario. Thinking about that possibility you decided it couldn’t hurt to put on a not so old and gross bra under your shirt.

As you walked your way over to the theater building you thought about what could possibly happen at this rehearsal. To be realistic, Austin was probably going to tell you off and cut things off between the two of you. As you walked into the building with that assumption, you walked towards the theater. The theater was room 200. So he didn’t want to see you in the theater then?

You walked down the stairs and into the basement floors of the building. You kept walking past the music rooms until you got to 125. It was a relatively small room with a couple music stands and a keyboard. It was almost smaller than your dorm room. The only thing that set it apart from the other rooms in the hallway was that this door had no window and had a lock on the door. It used to be a storage room until the school needed more space.

You took a deep breath and opened the door to the room. Austin was already sitting at the chair next to the keyboard. He turned to you the second that you walked into the room. He looked completely normal, as if you two didn’t like makeout and essentially hump each other two days ago. As if that took no toll on his thoughts like it had yours.

“Oh hey. Right on time.” He said and handed you a script. “I’ve decided that from now on, your duets with Tate are to be practiced separately until dress rehearsals. I can’t just get rid of him at this point so I guess you’re stuck practicing with me for the time being.”

Somehow, while not what you were expecting, this was a very good scenario. You took the script and put it on the music stand, taking off your jacket and putting it on a stack of chairs against the wall. “We’re going to start with ‘Seventeen’.” He let you warm your voice up for a minute.

While you warmed up he turned the keyboard so he could see you while he played, as opposed to facing the wall like it was. It definitely made the room feel a lot smaller and put him a lot closer to you. As you sang he followed your cues as he followed along with you on the piano. Here somehow treated the whole practice as just a regular standard rehearsal and it was driving you crazy. It was when you finally took a water break that you finally said something.

“You don’t even require me to kiss Tate for the actual show and we actually kissed and you haven’t said a single word to me about it. Austin can you please just say something? I can’t keep acting like that kiss didn’t happen and wasn’t amazing. So please either just tell me off or kiss me again. I don't want to stay wondering.” You said as he was leaning over his bag on the floor, facing away from you. All his movement stopped, you could barely even tell if he was still breathing.

“It was unprofessional and inappropriate.” He stated and his head dropped as he stood up and turned back to you, walking towards you with sheet music in his hand. He placed it on your stand, now less than a foot from you. God considering he was always sitting art the piano or in the theater rows you barely noticed how tall he was when he stood near you. He paused in front of you as you two stared at each other, neither one knowing quite what to say.

You were about to apologize when he leaned forwards and connected your lips again. You were shocked for a moment but slowly wrapped your arms around his neck to just pull him closer. His now empty arms wrapped around you as your lips started to move together. He slowly pulled back for a second before staring at you.

Somehow with newfound confidence, you moved to the door and locked it before turning back to him standing in the room. “Austin I want you to tell me how you really feel. No more of this saying one thing but doing another.” You stated and crossed your arms over your chest. His eyes stared at you for what felt like forever.

“Why don't I just show you how I really feel?” He said and reached out a hand for you to come back to his arms. You took his hand and he wrapped his arms around you before pushing you back towards the wall. Your lips reconnected as his hands traced their way along your sides. His lips burned your own with the fiery heat of his kiss.

“You’re beautiful and you deserve so much in this world. You deserve the world and I want to provide that for you. But I know that others wouldn’t like us being together.” His face was buried in your neck as his fingertips dipped barely inches under your waistband at your hips. “I want you. I crave you. I can’t deny that.” Austin placed another hot kiss against your collarbone and you let out a shaky breath. It was almost as if you were to breathe he’d blow away in the wind.

“Austin… I want you too.” You whispered out and his hands finally dipped further under your waistband to grab at your ass cheeks.

“Please let me show you how much I crave you.” He whispered and you nodded against him. “Say it out loud.” He said and pulled back to look you in the eyes.

“Yes Austin. I want you.” You said softly and he smiled, placing one quick kiss to your lips before sinking to his knees in front of you and looking up at you. He pulled just the waistband down from your leggings and kissed along your hip bones as he looked up at you for permission to go further. “Please… keep going.” You barely whispered out but that was enough for him.

He pulled down your leggings to your knees, leaning forward to plant small kisses to your thighs as he pulled them down the rest of the way. As he pulled one of the legs off, he reached over and pulled the chair over from the keyboard. He sat you down and you leaned forward to kiss him as his fingers traced lines along your legs, reaching in between your thighs to spread them apart.

Tate never treated you like this. He was never this gentle or loving and he definitely never even got this close to eating you out. Yeah it sounds bad but you just wrote it off as a problem with you, or his own forgetfulness. It was a lot easier to write off if he never did it in the first place and you were each other’s first so it’s not like he would’ve had practice. But now Austin was here and touching you and you didn’t know what to expect.

God, you felt like you were on cloud nine with his hands caressing your skin. Yet the true bliss was yet to start. He leaned forwards and pressed his lips against your core through your underwear. The movement sent chills through your spine, an involuntary moan sneaking through your lips. He smirked a bit as he used his fingers to move aside your panties, barely letting you realize it before his tongue licked a line up your clit.

Your jaw dropped, and as much as your eyes wanted to close in pleasure he looked way too attractive between your thighs for you to want to look away. His tongue trailed over your fold a couple more times before he pulled at the waist of your underwear again to finally slip them off of you. You tried to pull him up to kiss you again but he paused you. “I’m not done yet.” He said and gently pushed you back against the chair, pulling your legs apart again and pushing them up over his shoulders.

He dove back in, now letting his tongue dip down further between your folds. You could feel him glide through your folds as you let your head fall back in pleasure. He hummed softly as his lips surrounded your clit, his hand finding yours and placing them on his head. He began to suck gently on your clit and you almost felt your wetness rush to the parts that wanted him the most.

His fingers slowly found their way to your hole, tracing them through your wetness slowly as he continued alternating between licking and sucking on your clit. He stared up at you as he slowly pushed a finger into you, curling it up and somehow almost immediately finding that spot in you that made you almost scream. Your breathy moans now turned into more of a whine.

“Want you to tell me how you’re feeling, baby. Tell me what you want.” He said, punctuating his thought with another deep lick through your folds.

“God, Austin, you make me feel so good. I want you to fuck me… please.” The words came out of your mouth, interrupted a couple times with moans as his finger pushed in and out of you, hitting that spot in you over and over.

“Hmm as pretty as you sound asking for me to fuck you I’d rather you finish like this first.” He said and before you could respond all of his movements suddenly got faster. Your eyes literally rolled back. He added another finger inside you, his digits caressing you and his tongue giving you just the perfect pressure on your clit.

Within only seconds of him speeding up you already felt yourself peaking. A quick gasp and everything came crashing. The waves of pleasure singing through your body as you let your head fall back, hand holding onto Austin's head. His movements slowed down and he pulled his mouth off of you. His fingers left you empty as they trailed up to your very sensitive clit, drawing small circles over it.

“Austin…” He used his free hand to wipe his mouth quickly before coming up to kiss you slowly. You slowly came back to reality and reached forwards to grab for his belt buckle. He didn't stop you as you pulled him from his pants, your fingers trailing over his cock. He was incredibly hard, tip red and leaking as you glanced at it.

He was definitely a bit bigger than Tate. It was definitely thicker too, but somehow all you could think when looking at it was how pretty his cock was. You leaned forwards to offer reciprocation but Austin shook his head. “No baby, I wanna make you feel good. Let me take care of you.” He said and you nodded as his lips recaptured yours in a deep passionate kiss. Remnants of your taste were on his lips, his chin still a little wet but you couldn’t care less.

As he sat up a bit you pulled the back of his shirt up and over his head before dropping it on the floor, following suit with your own shirt, leaving you in just your bra. He leaned forwards and kissed you up your stomach as he pushed his pants a bit further down. By the time he got up to your lips his tip was inches from you.

Austin pushed his hips forwards, rubbing his tip up through your folds, collecting your wetness and rubbing against your clit with his tip. You paused your kiss to look at him. He looked down and gently pushed himself in. You moaned as he stretched you open on his cock. God if you thought his fingers were good his cock was perfect. As he pushed himself further in you heard him let out a goan, that itself egging you to let your head roll back.

He paused once he was fully in you, letting the two of you bask in it for a minute before he pulled back a bit and pushed back in. He started thrusting slowly, dropping his head to kiss along your neck and chest. You were still riding the high from your first orgasm, but all that meant was that you were already so close for your second. “You feel like heaven.” He whispered as his speed increased ever so slightly. “I don’t think I can last too long. You’re squeezing me so good baby.” He muttered, his breathy words egging you on.

His fingers moved between the two of you, his thumb pressing against your clit and rubbing in quick small circles. “Please go faster.” You whispered, grabbing his cheeks and pulling his lips against yours. He nodded and his speed increased. You bit onto your lip as he thrust into you, the circles he rubbed on your clit pushing you back closer to the edge.

Very quickly you were back on the edge. His thrusts hit deeply in you, hitting every spot you needed as you neared closer to finishing. “I want you to come all over me baby.” That was all you needed to hear before you felt yourself finish. It felt different than usual, a lot wetter actually. Could you even get this wet? You could barely focus as Austin kept pounding into you, feeling him finish only seconds after you.

After a few seconds of complete silence you opening your now drowsy eyes to look at him. His entire torso was wet… oh. “Oh my god i’m so sorry i didn’t know that i could even-” Austin leaned in and connected your lips again.

“I’m sure no one’s ever tried hard enough to make you feel that good. Am I right?” His dazzling smile was back and you laughed a little and shook your head.

I mean It’s not like Tate would even really care if you finished… Wait. You don’t have to think about him anymore. Right?

#Dead Girl Walking WICM #austin sommers x reader #austin sommers smut #austin sommers #evan peters #ahs smut

[juminsmysticmc]

RFA x pregnant Mc on a plane 

After such a long time I am indeed back once again :) it's been so long that I am not even sure if I know how it works to post something, LOL. Thank you for @violetrei for this idea. Thank you all for waiting and supporting me. Now, enjoy!

Ps. Of course this is a bit dramatic 

Jumin 

,,I‘m not sure if it’s a good idea to fly right now,“ Jumin sighed. 

The two of you were on your way to Italy. 

You wanted the beach, feel the Italian atmosphere, hear the language, and eat the food. 

Of course there was nothing Jumin wouldn’t give you., except that your doctor warned you. 

You were currently twenty seven weeks pregnant so it was still okay to fly, but you still got a prescription for compression stocking. 

It was something that made Jumin feel nervous. 

He informed himself about all the risks and he kind of would have liked for you to stay in his penthouse and just watch an Italian documentary. 

But you were still on your way to his private jet. 

,,Stairs, please walk slowly, my love,“ he begged you. 

He was behind you, ready to catch you while you were holding on the railing and a flight attendant held your other hand. 

,,Are you still feeling good?“ he asked you, an hour after the flight started. 

You nodded, even though you honestly felt sick. 

However, you soon had to tell him - making him act in a second. 

The flight afterwards was really horrendous but Jumin supported you and helped you the whole time. 

And once arrived in Rome, you went straight there, taking a shower and laying down while he made sure to massage you and make you rest. 

Zen 

,,Mc, are you sure that you don’t want to stay at home?“ he asked you, on his way to the airport - with you. 

He had an interview in Japan and the director decided that he had to go, despite his manager being 30 weeks pregnant with his baby girl. 

And of course his manager, or better said, you, wanted to go with him. 

And yes, you were sure that you wanted to go with him. 

,,Nothing will happen!“ you promised. 

Well, not that you could decide on that. 

,,For god‘s sake! Can someone bring a paramedic?!“ Zen hissed as he held you. 

You just fell back on your seat after you wanted to go to the toilet, feeling dizzy. 

,,It’s just…I‘m just lightheaded, Hyun. If there’s no doctor here, what can they change?“ you asked him, trying to close your eyes. 

,,The seats are too small. I thought we had good seats!“ he groaned, making a mental note to talk to his director. 

Lucky for you, feeling lightheaded was something not to get worried over, but despite you going with him, you couldn’t be there while he had his interview so staying at home would have been better…

Yoosung 

,,Our last trip as a couple before becoming parents!“ you smiled while he held your hand. 

Although, flying with economy class was something different. 

He wished he would have had as much money as Jumin, being able to provide you with a private jet instead of asking you to sit next to a stranger in a filled up plane. 

That morning, Yoosung helped you put on the compression stockings. It was kind of hard, but he managed and he knew that with that you wouldn’t be at risk for thrombosis. 

,,I think I will try to sleep a bit,“ you told him, turning a bit more to him. 

Yoosung put his hand protectively over you, pulling you closer to him before he planted a kiss on your head so that you could sleep. 

The two of you only had one more hour to go when you suddenly had the feeling that you couldn’t breathe freely. 

Yoosung, of course, was totally helpless at that very moment. 

Luckily the nice flight attendant told you that this could happen and helped you with breathing exercises so that the remaining time wasn’t that horrendous. 

Jaehee

After months of trying, you and Jaehee finally got the chance of becoming pregnant. 

You were currently on your way to the airport, Jaehee checking every step you took while you were slowly walking with your big round belly. 

The two of you were happy, overjoyed, and excited. 

There were so many things that were so new for you. 

Jaehee wasn’t the type who liked to be unprepared, but with you she always felt as if she had to learn new things. 

For example, she learned that ice cream with ketchup was currently your favorite food, that mood swings were…normal, and no matter how she reacted, it was wrong. 

,,I never went overseas,“ you laughed, and laughed even harder when she didn’t answer and instead checked your steps. 

Until the both of you weren’t seated, Jaehee seemed like the most concerned person alive. 

Worst was to come, however, as soon as the two of you were in the air. 

A sudden pain in your abdomen made you sit up, and Jaehee was alarmed as soon as she noticed something unpredicted happened. 

,,Help! Please help!“ she gasped and tried to get a hold of someone. 

Quickly an announcement was made, asking if there was anyone with medical knowledge and luckily for Jaehee there was - 

Why for Jaehee? 

Because even though you told her several times that it was alright, she didn’t trust you. 

But it was alright. 

,,The pains were called Braxton Hicks. Pretty annoying, but also normal to prepare your body for labor. Try to drink more and maybe take a few steps,“ the midwife on the plane said. 

That’s what Jaehee trusted. 

Saeyoung 

,,Everyone looks at me…as if they want to kill me,“ you whispered as you leaned against Saeyoung. 

Everyone had to let you go on first since you were pregnant. 

,,Luckily she‘s only 32 weeks pregnant, so we won’t have another woman give birth,“ the flight attendant said, a bit too loud in front of Saeran who was walking back to his seat next to you. 

,,Say, isn’t it common for women pregnant with Twins go into labor earlier?“ he asked you. 

Of course you didn’t want your children to come too early, but he was right, it was common. 

,,They hate you because they fear you giving birth here,“ he smiled. 

,,I heard some kids get a lifetime free ticket to fly,“ Saeyoung smiled. 

Although, perhaps they would make him use it? 

,,I‘m not planning to give birth here without my midwife or a doctor!“ you hissed. 

You didn’t even know what made you go with the stupid idea of flying in your condition. 

But you did and you couldn’t wait to enjoy a vacation. 

A few moments later, however, a sudden pain met your abdomen and you knew - this wasn‘t Braxton Hicks. 

,,Mc, don’t do this to me without a doc,“ he begged, not knowing if it was a good idea to panic or not. 

Before you could scold him though, something made your legs wet and you didn’t pee. 

,,I am…I thought it was a heart attack. I’ve never delivered a baby,“ the doctor who was luckily on board gasped. 

,,She‘s pregnant with twins,“ Saeyoung confessed, the attendant who earlier said there wouldn’t be any deliveries was pissed beyond imagination. 

In fact, Saeyoung needed a document from the doc that he was allowed to fly. 

Of course he faked it and of course the document didn’t contain the information about two children. 

The flight was a long one for you and for the other guests on the plane. 

And to everyone’s surprise, the delivery successfully finished as soon as you landed. 

,,Came to enjoy vacation and got goodies instead,“ he laughed as he walked out of the plane driving your wheelchair while you were holding your newborns. 

,,Two babies, your children are allowed to fly without paying their whole life and you were warned of not flying with a pregnant wife. 

By the way, I heard that diapers here are pretty expensive,“ you informed him.

ᗰᗩᔕTEᖇᒪIᔕT

25.02.2023 // 23:30 MEST

#jumin han #jumin x reader #jumin x mc #zen hyun ryu #zen x mc #zen x reader #Yoosung Kim #yoosung x reader #yoosung x mc #jaehee kang #jaehee x mc #jaehee x reader #saeyoung choi #saeyoung x mc #saeyoung x reader #seven x mc #luciel x reader #707 x mc #saeran choi #jihyun kim #vanderwood #mystic messenger pregnancy series #pregnancy #mystic messenger pregnancy masterlist #mystic messenger pregnancy #pregnant mc

[enassbraid]

oddly specific but can you do the wansho characters making rubber band/bead and string bracelets n necklaces with the reader lol ty in advance

Paper Rings

Featuring Tsukasa Tenma, Emu Otori, Nene Kusanagi and Rui Kamishiro

Bullet point format this time :,) sorry anon. But i hope it’s still to your liking… also sorry for the wait

Tsukasa Tenma

Tsukasa loves doing crafts. Although it’s not his real task at the Wonder Stage, he often helps make the props

So when Tsukasa found a bag of beads with strings next to it, he had a brilliant idea.

He brought home the bag and string and presented it to you with a childlike glimmer in his eye, he actually looked really excited!

“(Name)! Let’s make each other bracelets with these!”

Of course you accepted, who wouldn’t? And even if you didn’t want to, it’d feel like a crime not too

You and Tsukasa sat on the floor of his room for a good few hours making all different kinds of jewelry, ranging from bracelets to necklaces

It was sweet quality time with one another, and when the accessories were finished, you two would never take them off.

Knowing that these were handmade and specifically for the other, you both loved to brag about them. Especially Tsukasa

If someone were to ask him where he got his bracelet and or necklace from…

“Ah! My s/o made it just for me! Isn’t it perfect?”

Emu Otori

This is of course Emu’s idea

You went over to her house to help clean her room, and in the process, finding an old bag of beads with rubber bands and string

When she caught sight of what was in your hands, Emu forgot entirely about cleaning her room. That was too boring- this isn’t though

“(Name) (Name)! Let’s make a bunch of bracelets!”

You wouldn’t decline of course, never would you dream of declining it. Emu dragged you to a clean corner of her room and emptied the bag on the ground

Neither of you really cared about the bigger mess that would need to be cleaned up in a few hours, so there was a bit more freedom with how much you two could make

Of course, you made those bracelets. Not just for you and her- but also the rest of WxS and Emu’s friends at the Girl’s Academy

But you also made necklaces, anklets, rings, and a weirdly shaped dinosaur?

Emu would wear and display what you made for her with pride. She’s keep a bracelet on her wrist but also another connected to her bag, so if anyone were to ask…

“It’s from my s/o! Do you want one as well? I have plenty!”

Nene Kusanagi

Nene didn’t expect her day to be spent like this, not at all.

This was your idea- to make bracelets for each other as well as other accessories. Nene of course accepted your offer, though she doesn’t know crafts that well…

So you needed to teach her how to make a simple bracelet, guiding her hand to the string and connecting them with different beads

Once Nene got the hang of it, she enjoyed this quite a lot!

“(Name), I didn’t think this would be so fun… thank you..”

You told her there’s no need to thank you, and to just enjoy the process and quality time, to which she did

Nene made more bracelets than you thought, even more than you made!

She wouldn’t say it out loud, but she felt accomplished by making you smile

You two didn’t pick and choose which ones you wanted, and only took all the ones the other had made. Unless there was one you’d want to keep-

Nene will wear multiple of your bracelets at once, stacked on her wrist. It’s quite noticeable when her sleeve is slightly rolled, so when she’s asked about it…

“Oh these… they’re from my s/o. Do you also think they look good?”

Rui Kamishiro

Rui has plenty of experience with crafts- after all, he is an inventor and director

This wouldn’t really be either of your ideas, rather something that just happened naturally

Rui was working on a new mascot for the Wonder Stage, and was trying all sorts of designs. One of which being an arm full of beaded bracelets

You saw this and how much work it would be on his own, so you of course assisted him

“Ah dear (Name), you really don’t have to. But if it’s what you want to do, I don’t mind.”

You two are creating these bracelets for hours, focused on a perfect bracelet not only for the mascot, but also each other

Rui at this point is determined to make you multiple of these bracelets as well. Not only for helping him but also because he just wanted to

Your behalf is doing the exact same thing. You two chuckle at the fact you were thinking the exact same the whole time

Rui is not ashamed to wear all the bracelets you gave him, or hook it onto his bag. He feels pride swell up in his chest when someone asks him where he got it from

“I didn’t get this from anywhere, in fact, it was my s/o who made it for me. It looks lovely, doesn’t it?”

#project sekai #prsk #pjsk #pjsekai #project sekai x reader #prsk x reader #wonderland x showtime #wxs #tsukasa tenma x reader #tsukasa tenma #tsukasa x reader #rui x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #rui kamishiro #nene kusanagi #nene kusanagi x reader #nene x reader #nene #emu otori #emu otori x reader #emu x reader #project sekai fluff #tsukasa fluff #dor writes

[darling-i-read-it]

Whispers

Dalton Lambert x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: insidious 5 spoilers, literally i think tahts it 

Author’s Note: In theory this is a part 2 to blue paint but honestly could be written by itself if you just squint lol. Everyone wanted me to write more for dalton and i was at WORK people but i am here to provide a plotless fluff. An old classic style of mine 🫡Also this fic could literally be called ‘maya googles whispered synonyms’ 

Everyone that asked to be tagged <3 : @geeksareunique, @chaoticxbee, @snixx2088, @ellaneyt, @bespinnn, 

Summary: The night you and Dalton just kind of let your relationship silently grow to avoid the horror of his situation. 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You could feel sleep starting to overtake you. It was in your eyes, the drooping of your lids as you sat against the twin bed. Dalton was sitting on the ground as well, across from you. You narrowed your gaze at him, pursing your lips. You both had class in the morning. He still had blue paint stained on his face. You had leaned him over the sink and scrubbed to no avail. Finally you had both given up, conceding to his embarrassment in the morning. 

The sticky heat of the day had given way for the night chills. You could feel the difference in the cracked window. The breeze had started to get to you so you threw a blanket over your shoulders. 

Dalton, not wanting to fall asleep, sat across from you with a hoodie on. 

“Uno.” 

“No way,” you muttered. You looked at the cards in front of you, a large stack turned upwards and a yellow 7 card on top. “You just had like 15 cards. Take off your hoodie.”

“No!” Dalton exclaimed, laughing a bit. 

“You’re cheating. There’s no way I missed that. I’m literally the only other person here,” you offered. He shook his head. The clock was ticking away past midnight. 

“It’s late, you’re just starting to get delirious.” You shook your head, tossing your stack of cards down beside you. Usually you would never let a game go, especially one that was decently close. But you weren’t sure if you were even going to wake up to your alarm in the morning, let alone go to class. 

“Am not.” 

“I told you to go to bed hours ago.”

“Didn’t want you to sleepwalk on me,” you muttered. 

“Astral project.” 

“Whatever.” You looked up at the window. You could see the moon outside tonight in the clear sky. It had been a while since you saw the nighttime in a peaceful way. You were so used to being passed out by the time any kind of sereneness came along, or at a party trying not to pass out. It had been too long since it was just you and the night sky. And Dalton. 

Your phones were laying on the bedside table, out of the way and silent. You told Dalton to call his mom but he refused. He said he could do it on his own. He was probably just overreacting, he promised you. Overreacting didn’t make someone stay up late before an 8:30 class but you decided not to mention that. 

“I think I’m out D,” you muttered through a yawn. He nodded. He still looked wide awake, sans the bags under his eyes. 

“I wish we had a TV in here.” 

“Then we could watch Nightmare on Elm Street,” you joked. He half smiled, one of his cute little smirks. When you came to college you never thought you would admire these quieter nights the most. 

“Yeah.” You stretched, trying to shake the sleep out of your eyes. 

“I think I’m still gonna try to go to class tomorrow.”

“You know I don’t have a choice.” You nodded once and stood up, stretching. You felt your body expand as a satisfying calmness came over your body. Dalton grabbed the uno cards at your feet and started to put them in the box. “My last card was red by the way. You could’ve won it.” 

“Rematch tomorrow,” you suggested. You put your blanket over the empty bed. It looked like it hadn’t been slept in. There was no indent of a human having been there, no one having a good night's sleep. Though it didn’t look exactly comforting, it also didn’t look unappealing to your tired mind. Dalton had given you one of his pillows. You plugged in your phone beside you and glanced over at Dalton’s side of the room. You had looked at his drawings before but never studied them. 

Things seemed clearer at night. 

There was a picture of his mom at the piano above his pillow. He was moving around, shuffling, getting ready for bed and doing the last things he needed to. His head obscured your view. 

“She’s beautiful,” you whispered. “Your mom.” He looked at his sketch like he had forgotten it was there. 

“Thanks,” he muttered. His eyes lingered for a moment. You wanted to ask if he missed her but you didn’t. Putting him in that sort of emotional position would’ve been too much for so late. “She writes music. I remember when I was a kid she would sit at the piano when she had a moment to herself. My dad was always working so I guess I thought it was her job.” He shrugged. His eyes moved away.

“She sounds like a nice lady.” 

“She is. She deserves better than that guy,” he grumbled. He sat down on his bed. You were still sitting on yours. You hadn’t climbed under the covers, even though the cold was nipping at your arms. Chris’s words lingered in your brain for a bit, the prospect of staying in the same twin bed. You shook it off and went to grab the edge of the blanket. 

Dalton’s eyes stayed on you. He didn’t want to go to bed yet. 

“Do you mind the night light?” he asked, voice laced with exhaustion and a little embarrassment. 

“Nope. I like a little mood lighting.” You climbed under the covers. Once your head hit in the pillow it was like relief flooded through your bones. You reached up and turned off the lamp beside the bed. You could still see the outline of Dalton. His face, his hair. “I like your hair when it’s down,” you whispered. Your voice was gentle, slightly fueled by the lack of sleep. You could see him turn to look at you as he was getting under the covers. You nuzzled your head into the pillow. 

“Thank you,” he muttered, awkwardly. You smiled. You liked it when he squirmed a little bit. 

“I set an alarm.” 

“Okay.” There was a silence. “Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight Dalton,” you whispered. Your name hung on his lips but he didn’t say it out loud. Instead he just watched as your eyes shut into an even calmness. The contours of your face were illuminated by his night light.

He rested his cheek against the pillow. 

He admitted to being potentially dangerous to you and you stayed. He felt safer with you. Like he wasn’t in this alone. 

You fell asleep in 15 minutes. He could tell because your face was completely relaxed. There was no tenseness in your features, no worries about anything except getting rest. When he was positive you had drifted off he sat up, grabbing his sketchbook off the center table. 

He had drawn nothing but dark memories lately. A red door with blood haunted him. A face he didn’t recognize but one that he knew, watched him sleep. After the darkness flooding his brain he was happy to think of his mom. He was happy to remember her when she was tranquil. He liked the sketches that were less cursed. 

He started to sketch you. 

His eyes adjusted to the darkness easily. Maybe if he was super tired the next night then he wouldn't be able to dream or astral project. Just sleep. He wouldn’t mind spending tonight sketching you with observing eyes. He drew your hair as it fell in front of your face. The way your fingers gripped the blanket. Your eyes, fluttering with dreams. He wondered what you were dreaming of. He wondered if you ever dreamt of him. 

Just the thought brought a redness to his cheeks. 

He grabbed his airpod to put on some music. 

The room was so still. 

Your blanket touching the ground. The wind from the cracked window. Your even breathing, mixing with his, the only living sounds in the space. His dried paint on the table. The light from the hallway seeping in under the door. His unpacked bag at the foot of your bed. 

Your bed. That wasn’t your bed. That was an empty bed, one that would be filled by anybody. 

He sketched your nose. 

That could be your bed. He had nothing against that. A sleepover every night, a buddy to help protect him from the nightmares. He thought of his parents. His brother. His little sister. He was safe. 

He turned the focus onto your closed eyes. He was listening to some indie rock or something, whatever he had playing from earlier. He wondered what kind of music you listened to. 

You moved. You hummed under your breath, eyes fluttering open. It hadn’t been that long since you fell asleep, maybe only an hour. It was two in the morning.

You forced your eyes open. Dalton was still awake, sitting against the wall. 

“Still can’t sleep?” you whispered. The sleep remained in your eyes. 

“Not sure where I’ll float too.” You nodded. You slowly sat up, keeping your blanket around your shoulder. “What’re you doing?” he whispered. Speaking any louder would break the muffled moment. 

You shuffled over to his side of the room. He looked up at you, shielding his sketchbook. You barely noticed it. You stood at the side of his bed. There was a beat where neither of you moved. You nodded towards the bed. 

“Lay down.” He squinted, unsure of what your intentions were. He put the sketchbook on the side of the bed, onto the floor. He had it facing the ground so you wouldn’t see your face. He couldn’t let you know how he perceived you quite yet. 

He did as he was told. When he was comfortable you moved his blanket aside and got under the covers. You put your blanket over his so you had double the warmth. 

Dalton froze. 

Did he put his hand on you? Did he just let you be? He had to touch you, there was no way he could sleep here, stiff as a board, all night. 

“I don’t have cooties D,” you whispered. You easily got comfortable beside him. Your eyes stayed open as you looked at him, straight ahead. “You can touch me,” you said, even lower, so much so that your voice almost gave out. “If this is okay.” 

“It’s okay,” he promised. You smiled sleepily. 

He put his hand on your side and you pushed yourself closer to him. You took the initiative and placed your hand over his waist. He moved so that you could nuzzle yourself into his chest. He tried not to breathe too heavily but he was sure you could hear his heart beating out of his chest. 

“Sleep,” you breathed. “I’ll keep you grounded.” 

His breath hitched. He finally closed his eyes. 

He fell asleep quickly with you in his arms. He remained in his spot the whole night, the first time in a week. 

#dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert x fem!reader #dalton lambert imagines #insidious the red door spoilers

[briluvspnk]

SWEET CITRUS ! — childe x fem!reader smau

ROTTEN ORANGES ! — BEHIND THE SCENES EDITION

Rotten Orange #01 : meet before the cute

Scrapped chapter! This was what Childe seeing (name) for the first time wouldve been like but imo it didnt make sense and i didn't like it lol :p They were supposed to meet in their recognition ceremony.

"Ugh... I told him a bunch of times to wake up early tomorrow!", Xinyan sighs as she tightens her grip on her guitar. Thoma stares at the door intensly, "Do you think he's even ready?" Maybe if he stared at it more, it would magically open up with Childe right there and then. "Of course he is! I swear he's reliable.. he just... had things going on?" She can't possibly tell him that the "things going on" for Childe is sleep. 'He was so excited and active during practice, he never even missed a single meeting! He was practically our best dancer,too! Ugh... why does he have to always stay up so late even when he has an event to go to? Only an idi-"

Mr. Zhongli, their social studies teacher, taps Xinyan on the shoulder and stops her from her train of thoughts. "Xinyan, Ms. Furina is about to introduce the intermission. I'm afraid that Childe may not be able to join you all." She sighs in defeat, taking one last glance at the door. Maybe, just maybe, if she thought and manifested really hard, Childe would burst open the door and make it just in time with the power of friendship™. But alas, she is not Twilight Sparkle and no, the so-called "power of friendship" is not on her side for this one.

As Ms. Furina finishes her speech and announces the intermission number, the band and dance group get into position. "Now, to celebrate and congratulate their peers for their hardwork, various students from grades 7 to 9 have prepared a short performance. A round of applause for them!"

"And a 3-2-1!", Xinyan counts, and the performance starts.The audience is ecstatic and they're really pulling it off with Xinyan as the lead guitarist, Yanfei as the singer, Xiao as the bass guitarist, Scaramouche as the rhythm guitarist, Kazuha as the drummer, and Thoma, Yunjin, Barbara,and Eula as the lead dancers. Childe would be here too if only he-

The door opens. Very, very, quietly. Childe's exaggerated breathing would be very much audible if it weren't for the music, though. He jumps and gives a big wave to try and get the attention of the performers. Thankfully, they all notice and give a small nod to each other. As the chorus plays, Childe makes his grand, definitely not on the spot, entrance. The dancers make way to give him the spotlight and the performance continues how it should.

"Hey, guys! I'm so sorry I was so late the traffic was absolutely terrible!"

"It's fine, I knew you could make it!"

As Childe dances and does the last step of their choreography, he locks eyes with the girl who has a bunch of medals and certificates sitting at the very front. She's smiling, obviously amused-

CUT! 🎬‼️

Director: yeah guys yall can stop acting now i forgot i hated love at first sight tropes 🗣️📣

masterlist » the final cut (the actual chapter)

🌻 | a/n » idk bout u guys but in our school we held recognition ceremonies and they had some students perform intermission numbers there. also steambird is supposed to be their school paper

#🍊 sweet citrus! #childe genshin impact #genshin impact #childe #genshin childe

[gaybitchfx]

🐍Sure, sorry about that! Yuri Plisetsky with a ballett dancer friend (not bf) who looks graceful af while walking, dancing etc, but on the ice like an idiot?

Note: It’s alright lol! But I’m so happy someone finally requested someone from Yuri on ice even though I haven't watched it for a couple years

YEAH NO

Character(s): Yuri Plisetsky

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Fluff🥰✨

Warning(s): None

Edited: ❌

"You're leaving early Plisetsky?" Victor asked as he watched him pack up. "Yeah, I have to go to my friend tournament." Yuri said as he sat up straight. "Ooh! That sounds fun, can I come with you?' Victor asked with a big grin.

Yuri glared at him hard hopping for Victor to say he was joking, but the only thing he saw was that stupid grin. "Fine. Don't make a scene." Yuri sighed and Victory cheered with joy.

When they got there, they were pretty early so Yuri went backstage to greet you, of course Victor following him like a lost puppy. You were doing your practice stretches to ease up any tension in your muscles and so you wouldn't pull anything while performing. "Hey Y/n." Yuri said with a small wave. "Yuri!" You exclaimed with a big smile before putting your leg back down.

You jumped on him and gave him a big hug making him groan as he tried to pull you off. "I'm so glad you came! I thought you wouldn't since, y'know, you're you." You said before letting him go.

"And who's this?" "He's my teacher. Victor Nikiforov." Yuri motioned Victor to come next to him. "It's very nice to meet you." Victor said and kissed your hand causing your face to blow up into a blush. "Cut out with the flirting!" Yuri shouted. "Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you too!" You said with a gentle smile. "Y/n! Get back to your stretches!" Your director exclaimed making you jump a bit. "On it! See you two later!" You said and went back over to the group of people that were stretching still.

"Break a leg, Y/n." Yuri said and waved before him and Victor went to take their seats. After the show Victor was awestruck by your performance. "So what'd you think?" you asked with a grin present on your face. "You did well, good job." Yuri said and patted your back.

"I'm gonna go and get some water I'll be right back." You told the two before walking off which made Victory just stare. "He dances with such adequate and even walks gracefully." Victor said, a tad bit shocked.

"That's Y/n, everything he does is graceful-" "What about on ice? Can he skate?" Victor cut him off with sparkling eyes. "Back up! I don't even know. I haven't seen him ice skate." Yuri said and pushed Victor away from him. When you came back Victor had asked if he could see you skate. "I'm not very good at it haha." You chuckled with a small smile.

"Come on, you can at least dry." Victor said. "Alright if you say so." And that led you to where you were currently. "Be careful Y/n! I don't want you crying like a baby because you hurt something!" Yuri exclaimed making you roll your eyes.

You let go of the wall and slowly slid across the ice only to look as if you'd fall any second making Victor hiss as his face turned. "I thought he'd be...better on ice." Victor mumbled.

"Yeah, that's definitely the only thing he can't do gracefully."

#yuri plisetsky #yuri x male reader #yuri x you #yuri x y/b #yuri x reader #fiction #fluff #anime #male reader #yuri on ice x male reader #yuri on ice

[wanderbreadsworld]

For the fic directors commentary, I would ask for commentary on the Kenny x reader X Claudio one but I'd é be happy with whatever you choose ⭐<3

I had to think of my favorite parts to comments on. Parts of the story will be italicized, while commentary will be regular text in (parentheses). It's a lot longer than I thought it would be, I'm so sorry 😭. But I'm glad I did this instead of redoing and commentating the whole fic jhdbsgker.

Backstage, their own fighting was putting me on edge. But, then the bell rang, and Claudio had pinned one of the bucks. With a sigh of defeat, I didn't realize that Kenny powered out of the ring, Claudio hot on his tail. It just looked like Claudio was going for another victim, so I didn't think twice about it.

But when I opened the door, two large men stood in front of me instead of the one I was used to. Claudio was right behind Kenny, both of their chests heaving from the run back here.

"Hi guys, awesome match. You gonna come in?" I wasn't sure who my question was directed towards, but they answered by turning to each other, a quick mumble of some french from Kenny, making Claudio nod and walk away to his own dressing room.

(This part for some reason took me a HOT minute to write. It was one of those things, where I knew what I wanted for the smut, but I needed to write the intro to get there lol. It worked out though! I think it's pretty okay to get us to where I needed to be!)

And when Kenny came out he gave me a warm smile. The kind that made his face look so soft and warm. The kind I fell in love with. (This is one of my favorite lines. It still feels a little out of nowhere in the story I feel, but it's so fucking tooth-achingly sweet, that I had to keep it.) But before I could tease him for "taking so long", there was a knock on the door. It wasn't totally odd for someone to stop by, but it still caught me off guard.

"Can you get that baby? Let me put a shirt on." (Noooo, don't put the tiddies away!) I hopped up while Kenny threw on a shirt real quick. I hummed to myself, hastily opening the door because if anyone, I expected the Bucks to be there. (It's not them though, now is it 👀)

But instead, Claudio stood in the doorway, freshly bathed himself. My face scrunched in confusion at the sight. It wasn't often that Claudio played games with Kenny (haha! Because you won't be playing games. It'll be something much more fun 😏), and not usually on Wednesday nights.

I went to turn to look for Kenny, only to bump into his warm chest (mmm, boobs). All I could do was look up and back at him as his hands moved to sit on my hips, keeping me there for the moment.

Kenny and Claudio shared a look. The taller man stepped inside, Kenny pulling me back, so the door could close.

With the door shut, both men stood incredibly close (Oh, to be sandwiched between those two BIG men🤤). The only thing that broke me out of my thoughts was Kenny clearing his throat to grab my attention.

"I may have made a bet with Claudio the other night. One where the prize would've been your body for the night." A blush heated my face at his words and what they meant (Just for reference, apologies for not implying it better, but this is something that these two have talked about before and teased. In the future, any Kenny x reader x ((insert third person)) will take place in the same universe, so this sharing kink has been discussed. I may even make a fic where they discuss their kinks and I can give my own two cents on what Kenny's into). So that's why Claudio was so eager to follow Kenny after the match. That's why they fought particularly hard against each other.

"The bet was one of us had to pin the other, but I can't go back on my word completely. So I told him I'd share. I should've told you first, but I knew you'd love the surprise." (Damn right I love the surprise! Who DOESN't want a surprise second dick!) Kenny smirked against my ear before pulling away, standing up and pressing himself against me. His growing erection pressing against my lower back. (Fucking hell man. You know that dick is B I G too. I wanna feel that against me.)

(I will skip around some, and auto translate the bits of French. I love the dirty talk in this story. Really plays into my kink for foreign languages, and a good touch of dumbification is just 🤌 The translations are under the cut, because they take a WHILE to get through, it took me forever lol)

"N'hésitez pas à l'emmener au lit." ("Feel free to take her to bed") His smooth voice easily switched to French. I wasn't sure when he learned, as he had never told me, but I didn't question. Nor did I get the time to ask when Kenny pulled away, Claudio swooping in and sweeping me off my feet. (Yes Claudio, lift me off my feet with so little effort, you strong bastard 🤤)

"Sait-elle ce que nous disons ?" ("Does she know what we're saying?") He asked, a smirk on his face as he looked at Kenny.

When my boyfriend shook his head, Claudio looked back down at me, tutting with feigned pity. (God, need that man to feign pity on me. Also, who needs to know what they're saying? It's gonna be a good time no matter what they say!)

"Pauvre petite chose." ("Poor little thing") With those last words, I was dropped to the bed below, squeaking from surprise.

"Voulez-vous qu'il vous utilise?" ("Do you want him to use you?" God, I need Kenny to use me too) Kenny's smooth voice sounded, and I tried to make sense of what he was saying. My confused look earning a dark chuckle from him.

"Tsk tsk, tu dois lui demander bébé." ("Tsk tsk, you gotta ask him baby") That fake pity was back in his voice, and it made me shiver with delight. Being their stupid little toy that didn't understand, and only wanted more. (All I want is to be filled with Kenny. It's all I ever need, and knowing when it'll happen next is all I ever need to know🤤) It was too perfect.

Without another word, Claudio worked my underwear down my thighs and licked his way to my clit before sucking on it gentle, groaning to himself at the taste. (Also wanted to put this here, because I just feel Claudio is very good at eating out.)

"Si ça la rend comme ça, on pourrait la briser." ("If it makes her like this, we could break her") Claudio teased to Kenny, both men chuckling.

"Vous n'avez même pas vu comment elle est sur votre bite. Attends, ça va mieux." ("You haven't even seen how she is on your dick. Wait, it's better". Pls Kenny, slut me OUT)

"Maintenant soyez bon. Je lui ai dit de ne pas être gentil, alors écoute. D'accord?" ("Now be good. I told him not to be nice, so listen. All right?") The lilt in his voice that told me he was asking a question prompted an immediate nod to me. Not fully knowing what I was agreeing to was turning me on more than I thought. What made it even better, was no matter what I knew I'd have fun, because Kenny would never do anything that I wouldn't want to happen. (Gotta keep that consent in there! Kenny would never do anything to actually hurt you)

"Regarde-le. Il a laissé cela vous arriver. Tu vas être ruiné, petit agneau. Soyez une bonne salope et rendez-la heureuse." ("Look at him. He let this happen to you. You are going to be ruined, little lamb. Be a good slut and make her happy". Claudio teasing like this just came so easily, and I hope it is as enjoyable to others as it was to me!)

"Nous parlons de vous. En parlant de ta stupidité, petit agneau. Regardez-moi." ("We are talking about you. Speaking of your stupidity, little lamb. Look at me". God, I love that. The whole "little (insert name here)", it gets me every time) He pulled me closer to make me open my eyes before continuing. "Vous vous débrouillez si bien. Maintenant tais-toi et prends le reste." ("You are doing so well. Now shut up and take the rest") With his last words, Claudio's body left mine, and I nearly cried at the loss of being filled.

"Vous avez si bien réussi. Viens maintenant, ma chérie." ("You've done so well. Come now, my dear". Kenny helping you to the finish ;) man won't leave us hanging after all!)

"Maintenant dis merci." ("Now say thank you") Knowing what "merci" meant, I figured what he wanted me to say.

"Thank you, Claudio." I said before I took a sip of water to wet my dry throat, not realizing how painfully dry it was.

He just smirked, nodding before he replied.

"Anytime." Hearing him speak in English almost made me angry I couldn't understand their earlier conversations, but I let it go. I'm sure Kenny would happily recount, and then relive some of his favorite phrases and moments. (God, Kenny will not hold back recounting what was said. I know he'll tease even more for you asking too. But that's part of the fun 😏)

#i hope you enjoyed! #it was difficult #but interesting to go back and try to remember what I was thinking/my new thoughts on it #claudio castagnoli #kenny omega #kenny omega smut #kenny omega x reader #kenny omega x reader smut #<3 anon

[storytimewithanonwriter]

Songbird

Part 3

Single mom! reader x Peter

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Hello all! Soooooo, in part two, we had a slight cliffhanger. Peter opened the door to show his face bloodied and bruised…. This is what happened before that moment. I still have no idea how many parts I’m going to write. Also, I started a tag list, so let me know if you want to be added! - K

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Warning for series: fluff, a cute baby, mention of food, mention of sex, implied sex, blood, and injuries, talk about pregnancy, hospitals, curse words, the use of y/n…, nicknames for the reader: love, bird, songbird, birdie ( probably more), not the best writing and lots of typos !! Lol

Peter’s day started like any typical weekend day. It was a Saturday, so you and Maisie slept in. With no need for the usual subway escort, Peter grabbed breakfast from the diner down the block. He had breakfast with you two and went on his way. Like every Saturday, he headed to May’s for the day to catch up and help out. Peter asked you to come for a while and bring Maisie, but you told him he needed family time.

“ Besides, I have a “ Super Saturday” rehearsal today. I have to block all of act 2 of Wizard of Oz. Maze and I have to leave in about 30 minutes. Even poor Maisie got roped in. She will be portraying the role of Toto.”

Peter face said everything. He was trying not to laugh. “ The dog? You cast Maisie as a … “ you cut him off.

“Stop! She will be adorable! And, it was not my idea! My assistant director said it as a joke to the kids. The kids when wild with the idea. Created a costume design, blocking ideas, and even made a presentation on why it was a good idea. I gave in.” You laughed.

Peter told you he would stop by when he got back around 10 pm since May works this evening. He was going to walk her to work. Peter had been spending almost all of his time off at your place. It was somewhat weird going somewhere without you and Maisie.

Peter made his way to May’s. He decided to swing of there as it was the quickest way. He landed a few blocks away from the house and began to walk.

“ Peter Benjamin Parker, why did you not bring that sweet young lady and her wonderful baby over with you? “ May open the door as Peter walked up the steps.

Laughing because he knew this is how May would greet him, “Well, May, I tried. She had rehearsal at her school for the musical. Her students convinced her to let Maze play Toto.” Peter hugged his aunt as he entered.

“ Adorable! We will have to see it !! Mae as Toto. A star!” She smiled

“ you know you are the only one who calls Maisie, Mae? Right?” Peter laughed at May’s nickname for Maze.

“Well, it's a good name. And … I’m hoping I get to see a lot more of her and her mom. So, perhaps the nickname will catch on.”

She laughed before saying with a smile.

“Peter, I haven’t seen you this happy in years .”

“ They are pretty great. I’m so glad

y/n is my friend.” Peter replied as he smile dropped from her face.

May just shook her head at him.

Peter knew what May was thinking. And honestly, she was right. He was being stupid not to pursue something with Y/n. But, he could keep you safer this way.

Peter spent the rest of the day at May’s. He helped her around the house. He fused that she didn’t call him when he found out the dishwasher broke on Tuesday. She said she didn't want to bother him. “ You never bother me, Aunt May. I'm supposed to help around the house.” He smiled. Peter fixed the problem in two minutes. They spent their Saturday like any typical Saturday laughing and smiling. Before too long, it was time for Aunt May to head to work at the hospital. So they were off, leaving Peter’s childhood home. Peter could tell May wanted to say something the entire walk. Finally, he stopped “ May, say it. You have wanted to say something since we left the house.”

May took a deep breath “ Peter, my boy, I know that the idea of moving on is hard. But…Gwen would have wanted you to be happy. She would not have wanted you to spend the rest of your life sad and alone….Listen! I know! I didn’t move on after Ben, but Peter, I am old, and I have lived my great love story.”Peter started to say something, but May stopped him. “ Peter, I see the way you look at each other. It reminds me of Ben and me. Your life is just beginning; you can have more than one great love. “

And with a kiss on his cheek, May was off, leaving Peter with his thoughts.

Looking down at his phone, he saw a few texts from you.

My Bird 🎶

You should see the costume the kids made for Maisie🥰

My Bird 🎶

Tell May we said Hello!

( a picture of you and Maisie. Maisie was in the cutest little Toto costume. She was smiling big and so were you )

My Bird 🎶

So….I will not be home when I thought. The high school drama department is full of… wait for it…DRAMA. It’s going to be a late-night! Text you when we get home😊

Peter smiled at the text and sent a quick the back

To My Bird 🎶

Just let me know! I can always do a tissue run if need be!

With this, Peter decided to start his patrol early today.

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It was a typical patrol. Nothing exciting, a cat in a tree, a kid stuck in a fence, and two robberies. He figured by now you were home. He had some of May’s banana bread she sent for you; she sent a special loaf just for Maisie with chocolate chips. It was too late to do anything, really, so he planned to drop it by and say good night. He was about to head home when the portal appeared. Peter wasn’t going to step through, but he heard the teenagers on the other side shouting his name. Not for Spider-Man, no. For Peter. He made his way through the portal, and now he is here. In a new universe, creating cures for villains, some new and some he fought before, alongside two different versions of himself.

Watching the youngest Peter and his MJ, He missed having someone. He thought back to what May said earlier. You were his best friend, and to keep you safe, it had to stay that way as much as it hurt.

The oldest Peter (Peter 2) noticed your Peter ( Peter 3) and his reaction to young Peter and MJ. “You have someone?” He asked Your Peter.

Shaking his head, “ No, not really. I haven’t got time for Peter Parker stuff.” That's not entirely true, he thought. As he thought about it more, he decided to open up to the other version of himself. “I mean … well … uh..there’s this woman … y/n… she.. uhh .. lives in my building. She is great. I call her my songbird. She is always singing, laughing, and smiling. She has become my best friend. I .. and … uh …. She has a daughter named Maisie. She is amazing. She turns two next month. So smart! Baby bird already has so many words. One of the things she can’t get is my name, so she yells “ P” at me all the time. “ Peter laughed. “Maisie is a ball of sunshine just like her mom. I wish I had my phone on me. I would show you them.“ Peter smiled. He missed you and Maze very much.“ So, I guess it’s complicated. I like her and love spending time with her and Maisie, but… “ gesturing to himself in his suit, “Spider-Man… I just … with what happened to Gwen. … I don’t know what I would do… May was talking to me earlier about it is ok to move on…. But… I don’t want to put them in danger. I can not and will not put them in danger” Peter One went to say something but stopped and nodded. Peter was too busy thinking about you. He loved being with you and Maisie, and he could see himself spending his life with you. But he meant what he said. Spider-Man made it too complicated. He had to keep you safe.

Finally coming out of his thoughts, Peter asked the older version of himself, “ what about you?”

“it's complicated “ Peter two smiled, thinking of his family at home.

“ I guess it's not in the cards for guys like us” a slight frown appeared.

“ I wouldn’t give up. It’s complicated , but me and MJ make it work. My MJ. It gets a little confusing around here.”Peter 2 smiled.

Peter ( your Peter ) shook his head to agree . He smiled at the idea . Maybe, just maybe, if another peter in another universe could have a relationship and a family, he could too.

All three Peters finished their work and got ready for the battle to ensue. Peter watched the youngest as he kissed his love before heading into battle. He was smiling at the young love. He hoped one day he could figure out a way to have a love of his own again. Part of him knew he was holding back because he wanted to keep you and Maisie safe. But, May was right. The idea of moving on is complex. He didn’t think he had the right to move on. What happened to Gwen was his fault. He didn’t get to be happy after that. He didn’t get to go on living the life he once dreamed would be by her side without her.

The battle was brutal. Mentally and physically. Having to learn to work together as a team, the Peters fought their hardest. Finally finding time to catch his breath, Peter( your Pete)thought the battle was over when he heard the explosion. Everything happens so fast. MJ was falling. Peter watched as the youngest Peter reached for her and was pushed away by the Green Goblin’s glider.

“NOOOOOO! “ Not thinking twice, Peter jumped to save MJ. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and quickly shot a web to help them land. Holding MJ, all he saw was his Gwen. He saw Gwen’s broken body in his arms so long ago. He couldn't save her. But this wasn’t Gwen. It was MJ. And he saved MJ.

Peter breathed out “ Are you ok?”

She shook her head yes “ Are you ok?”

“ Yeah, yeah, “ he shook his head yes.

Peter took a moment to compose himself. As soon as he heard MJ say she was ok, he knew he was ok. It was going to be ok. And just like that, a weight was lifting off of his shoulders. There was a moment right after they landed. It almost felt like Gwen was with Peter saying, “ You did it. It's ok. I'm always with you. It's ok, Peter, you can move on.” Peter closed his eyes and tried composing himself. Maybe, May was right, and you can have two great loves. He learned so much from his brothers. But, the most important lesson might be that it’s ok to have time for Peter Parker. Maybe, Peter One was right, he would give up on love just yet.

...

At the end of the day, all three Peters were thanking and hugging each other.

“ Hey Peter 3, I meant what I said… don’t give up yet, ok? Your songbird sounds pretty great … don’t let her fly away. You can’t give up, life is complicated, but one day you will find your way. Who knows she could be who you are looking for?”

“ Yeah, maybe,” smiling. He didn’t believe it. Everything in the Peters’ lives was very similar. Both Peters, we're in love with an MJ. No one had a y/n …

It was like Peter One could read his mind “ You know our lives are very similar but not the exact. Don’t be hung up because she isn’t an “MJ.” I know I have MJ, and Peter One has an MJ. I also have a Ned, but my Ned isn’t my best friend. He is my doorman. Great guy, though ! “ Peter two laughed.

“ But, do you have a Y/n? “ Peter said without thinking. He was shocked he even asked.

“ Come to think of it, yeah, I do. She is our babysitter. I didn’t think of it before, because the kids call her Miss Honey, as the teacher in a book she read. What’s it called again? … I don’t know. Huh, what do you know?”

“ Wow…” was the only word peter could say; you existed in another universe. You were connected to another Peter.

“ Guys , I have to go see MJ and Ned . Before I go , I …. Uh … I just wanted to thank you for everything, “ the youngest Peter ran up.

“ it’s what we do, Peter, “ Peter Two spoke up. Your Peter was lost in his thoughts.

“ What’s up with him? “ Peter 1 question.

“ I think he is connecting dots . A question, do you have a y/n in this universe ?” Your Peter’s ears perk up at the question.

“ Yeah! She is great. She is one of our best friends. Ummm. When the blip happened here, Y/n was the only one of us left… so uh …she uh… just graduated college. Mr.Stark helped her get into MIT. She moved back to the city and is working for him at Stark Industries now. They are all out of town on a business trip, or they would have been here.” Peter one raddled off.

Three Peters, three y/ns, three Mays, three Bens, two Neds, and Two MJs. Peter ( your peter) didn’t know what to think.

“You all have Y/ns…. “

“ I think he may be here a while… go Peter .” Peter Two hugged Peter One , and he ran off.

“ It’s time to go home .Peter , go see her. Tell her how you feel.” And with that Peter one vanished .

Your Peter threw up a quick peace sign and began to disappear home.

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Peter reappeared in his apartment back in his universe. This was when he discovered he was hurt. He tried walking around but was losing his balance quickly. He didn’t realize that he was injured in the other universe. He felt fine before he left. It could have possibly been agitated during his multiverse travel home. He took a few more steps and crashed into the side table in his living room, making everything topple to the floor.

“Shit. That was loud.”

It definitely would have woken up Maisie and you. Peter waited and listened. He didn’t hear crying. Ding. He made his way to his phone.

My Bird🎶

Peter, are you ok? I haven't heard from you in 3 days. And then I wake up to a crash. I have been worried; you said you would come over Saturday, and you never responded. It’s Tuesday, Peter. I don’t have May’s number or I would have called her.

Then his phone started to ring. A picture of you, maize, and he from the day at the zoo appeared on his phone. He sent it to voicemail. If he answers, he knows you hear the pain in his voice and you will want to FaceTime or come upstairs.

Three days. Peter had been gone that long? He was out on patrol one minute and then in another universe. He drops off the face of the universe ( well your universe)

He heard a knock. He froze .

“Peter?” Your voice rang through Peter’s apartment.

“ Shit, she can't see me like this,” thinking quickly, he climbed up to the ceiling; this way, you wouldn't hear him move about. He slowly made his way to his room. Carefully landing on his bed, he took off his suit and tucked it away.

A knock at the door again

“ Petey, it's me. I'm checking on you. I heard a crash, and I was worried. I haven’t heard from you in a few days. Can you let me know if you are ok? …. I called and texted, and you didn’t answer.

(Knock )

P? …

( knock )

Petey?…

Pete?…

(Knock)

Peter? …

( knock)

Fine! I'm waiting here until you open the damn door.” You Huffed

“Peter Parker, at least when you came and checked on me, I answered!”

Peter was slow-moving. He didn't realize how much pain he was in. He put on sweats. He was about to. Put on a t-shirt, but he saw the blood trickling from his side. “ well, this isn't great.”

He was decided to forgo the shirt. Peter made his way to the door; he slowly opened it to reveal his face.

“ Holy shit, Pete. What the hell happened?”

Tag list ( I hope I did this right !!!)

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[ariadnasdiary]

Hidden in the shadows - A Halloween special

Mun Ari: Hello!! Although I don’t celebrate Halloween (I'm more of a "Día de muertos" person for OBVIOUS reasons lol So! I'm not late, but rather in time!!), I wanted to make something special! It’s been years since I made something for the occasion ^^. Plus! It was the perfect excuse to share this gorgeous commission @vixen-ocs made for me! OF COURSE I HAD TO MAKE AN SCENARIO TO SHOW IT OFF :D. Cause’ in this blog we LOVE the Phantom of the Opera! Hell yeah!!!

Note: Also! Let's consider this one-shot for Diatober - day 14: possession.

Anyway, enjoy!

When the curtain goes up, the show begins. She has done it various times already, yet she can’t get used to the feeling. She can’t help but feel a knot forming everytime in the pitch of her stomach. However, she has to focus: she knows he’s watching.

But that doesn’t help with her nerves, so she pushes that thought aside. If she gets nervous, her voice won’t be able to reach the correct notes. That pisses him off, he has been taking extra care to fix that bad habit of hers. Last time, he punished her severely: by making her sing until her vocal cords felt like bleeding. 

“The curtain is about to lift, are you ready?” someone asked her, interrupting her swirling thoughts.

“Y-Yes!” she stuttered, that’s not good.

“You sure?” the staff member asked her in concern.

She knows what people say about her: how was an amateur like her able to get herself a spot in tonight’s show? She didn’t have a proper education regarding music or singing. She was a nobody, who everyone thought she "thought she knew how to sing". But everyone had their doubts: how would she be able to sing in such a big scenario, when she was so shy and stuttered whenever she had to speak to a big audience? When she couldn’t even look into the eyes of the director when she was selected as part of the show? 

“Sure! Don’t worry!” she smiled reassuringly, although she was fighting with all her might to sound confident and bury her nerves. 

The young staff member nodded and gave the sign to the rest of the crew to start the show. Everyone went to their places and so did she. 

“Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Welcome to Eden Opera House! Today’s show promises to be unforgivable!” the master of the ceremony announced. “This is the third call! Let’s begin!”.

The orchestra started playing the introduction melody, a round of applause was heard and everyone backstage were preparing the last details for the show.

“Today is very special you see!” the master continued “We have a special number prepared just for you! You may have never heard of her, but that makes her the most intriguing part of tonight’s show!”

She could hear the low mumbles of the audience, all curious as to what it could be. 

“Don’t let this young lady fool you! Don’t you dare underestimate her! She might be young, small and unknown! But her voice… her voice is like nothing you have heard before!”

Ari closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew the song, she knew how to sing it, I was going to go well. It better be. 

"We present you: Miss Ariadna!" 

A round of applause was heard and soon the curtain lifted. Ari opened her eyes and for a single second, she saw the public. She was scared, but remembered his words:

"Don’t look at them. Look somewhere else, never to their faces or you'll lose the little confidence you'll have".

She quickly looked at the distant vase of roses placed as part of the decoration at the very top of the theater. That should do. She bowed to the audience and then waited for the music to play. 

To think she would be standing as the main singer… not once it had crossed her mind. It all happened so suddenly…

She was visiting an old friend in the theater as she was in town for some time. He has been working there for quite some time, however things didn't turn out as she should. She wanted to have a glimpse of the theater's scenario. Her friend told her no one was working that day and she started singing to spend some time while his friend had to do some things before finishing his shift. 

It was a sweet song, one that she had memorized as it was her favorite. She sang it as it came naturally to her, she never thought of her voice as anything extraordinary, she simply enjoyed it. Who would have thought that a certain someone would be there and came to like her voice? 

When she finished, she heard an applause. She was straddled and for a moment thought it was her friend, until he spoke:

"Not bad~ considering it came from a tiny amateur like yourself~"

She didn’t hear him coming, not a single footstep. It was like he was part of the darkness, and decided to make himself noted. 

“W-Who’s there?” she asked to that darkness that had spoken to her. 

“I’m impressed there’s still someone who doesn’t know about me yet” he replied.

She made some memory and THAT rumor came to her, her friend had told her about it. It was said that within the deepness of the opera house existed a strange being. No one knew how or when he arrived, they just knew that he was already there. He dedicated himself to observe the people acting there, if he liked their talent he would help that rising star to shine. Every artist he had chosen had gone over the top. When people ask them about their secret, they refuse to speak other than: “he saw the talent in me and got me here”. Oh, but there’s also a dark side to this man: if you dared to try to tame him, trick him or go against his wishes… death was sure to come to you. Many dead bodies appeared all around the theater installations and no culprit. The common similarities of the bodies were disposed artists that had failed or pushed their luck into being liked by him. Everyone blamed him, they knew it had to be him, but there was no proof and not to mention that, how could you take justice to a phantom? Besides, it has been over a year that no talent has been chosen. People wondered when he would choose someone, but they knew he wasn’t gone. They could feel it, even if they never truly saw him.

“T-The phantom of the opera?” she asked, a little mockingly.

It couldn’t be him… right?

“The one and only~”

From the shadows she could see at the distance the figure of a man, ever so elegant as  mysterious. 

She knew she had attracted unwanted attention, a praise from him was like a curse: either a one that could end in bless or death. 

“I’m not really sure if I should be honored or scared to make your acquaintance,” she said sincerely.

She earned a low chuckle from him.

“That depends on you,” he simply replied.

She wanted to run, but she knew better that once the rumor turned to be true… she had to be careful. You shouldn't run, you shouldn’t test his patience, always listen first, and most importantly: obey. 

The lights suddenly went out and Ari shrieked in fear. She could hear him laugh and as she sought for any source of light or exit, she had to try. 

“Come”.

She didn’t want to, she was scared to have been chosen by him. Especially when she was no artist. 

Her eyes caught a glimpse of light, and another until it formed a path within the pitch dark atmosphere. 

“I won’t repeat myself” he warned her “You must know better not to test me”.

She had no choice, she followed down the candlelight path. The more she walked, the deeper she got. At a certain point, she arrived at a huge mirror, but it wasn’t an ordinary one: it led somewhere. Ari was forced to continue and she got into the very heart of the opera house.

The music started, the melody making her focus on getting ready. Sweet music notes surrounded her and she silently counted until she had to start singing. The lyrics came natural to her, after all she had been practicing them nonstop. If she could describe him: he seeks perfection and results. Under what purpose? Who knows.

After that night they met, he didn’t care for introductions or formalities. She tried to explain to him she was no aspiring artist, she only sang for fun and it was merely an impulse for that exhibition. He didn’t care, he only asked her to sing for him. SHe tried to refuse, but he had intimidated her into giving in for her sake. 

After an improvised song, the first that came into her mind, he decided to choose her to be his next pawn. And she had no say in it. 

Word after word, her voice reaching the right tone. She had worked so hard for it. She wanted to please him, so she could be safe. He had promised to let her go if her performance was flawless. That’s why she tried not to complain about the harsh training and all the sleepless nights. Not until she learned the lyrics and got everything right, she had to.

High pitches, medium ones… everything was simply going perfect. She was almost there.

Strangely, as the nights and rehearsals went, he became more insistent and had a need to get closer to her. He wasn’t hiding anymore from her, no longer instructing her from a distance, he had gone so close to her… she no longer feared the uncertainty of his appearance. Strangely enough, it made her feel at ease. 

The song almost came to an end and she discreetly looked up in the private and furthest balcony in the theater: a place only destined to him. 

He was indeed watching her: every movement, examining and attentively listening to every sound her voice made. Like the harshest critic and the most inquisitive professor. However, he was smiling. Maybe she had passed the test.

She reached the finale and after an epic end, the audience broke in joy. Applauses and ovations, some even threw flowers and the cheers made her open her eyes in awe as well as flustering her. 

She bowed and the curtain fell. Just as it did, everyone backstage gathered around her.

“How did you improve so much in such a short amount of time?”

“Did you hire a teacher? Present him to me!”

“You have such an amazing voice! Like that of an angel!”

Angel… yeah, he described her voice like that as well.

“What is your secret?”

Oh, that question…

“I have a magnificent teacher, strict… but he knows what he’s doing”.

The rest of the crew and artists prepared for the next act, and Ari was allowed to rest in her dressing room. She was nervous, what would he think about her performance?

A celebration came afterwards, right after the show ended and the public left. 

“What a successful night!” the owner exclaimed, while all his workers cheered with him.

“Did you see the amount of people we had tonight? They sure filled every seat!” someone said.

“I think it was thanks to the announcement set all around town!” another said “After all, HE chose someone else after so long!"

“Now that you mention it… who was the artist he chose this time?”

Everyone looked around, and someone suddenly exclaimed.

“Where's Miss Ariadna?”

Little did they know, she was having a hard time walking in the darkness of a long secret hallway. Taking her deeper and deeper into the very heart of the opera house. Wondering just how things had turned out since she made the mistake of showing her voice to no other than him. Singing to ease her fear and somehow feel accompanied, a song of resignation.

“In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came that voice which calls to me and speaks my name And do I dream again? For now, I find The Phantom of the opera is there inside my mind…”

Taking step by step, closer where she had to go… after all she couldn’t refuse when he called for her.

“Sing once again with me Our strange duet My power over you Grows stronger yet And though you turn from me To glance behind The phantom of the, opera is there Inside your mind”

One could believe the owner of such a voice was to be trusted, but that could lead you to become prisoner of him. A mere puppet obeying his commands, to his heart’s content. 

“Those who have seen your face Draw back in fear I am the mask you wear…”

“It's me they hear”.

She kept walking, following the voice that always answered back no matter the song she dared to sing.

“(Your) My spirit and my (your) voice In one combined The phantom of the, opera is there Inside my (your) mind!”

It worked like a secret code to identify each other whenever they set an encounter. One could freak out if you hear someone replying to your songs, but at this point Ari was already used to it.

“He’s there, the Phantom of the Opera” she sang more to herself, to get ready for what was coming. It was hard to guess his mood by his voice only… 

She finally arrived at her destination. The chamber hidden meters and meters deep into the Opera House. But there’s where he hid. 

Ari doesn’t understand why he had to hide, in such a frightening place like that chamber. You could hardly consider it a home: a single yet huge bed, a huge organ occupying half the space, a single desk filled with papers and sheets of music spread every inch of the surface, bottles of inks and pens and everything hardly illuminated by candles. 

He wasn’t anywhere to be seen… until she felt a goosebump. 

“Looking for someone~?” a voice startled her coming from behind her. 

She turned around and there he was: wearing his special tuxedo, the one he apparently used every night there was a show, his gala outfit. She met him with that same tuxedo. Not to mention the mask he wore hiding half his face. The so-called Phantom of the Opera… or Kino as he had presented himself to her. 

“I guess…” she replied, shrugging “You called for me?”

“As boring as ever” Kino seemed disappointed, she had learnt that scaring people and especially her was a hobby he enjoyed. He hated it when she didn’t react like he expected.

He passed next to her and took a seat by his grand bed. Ari never knew how to behave or anything when it came to this situation where he called for her down to his hideout.

“A-Are we going to practice?” she asked, better prepare for it.

“You want to?” he asked, arching his eyebrow.

“N-Not really…but you always call me here for that” she replied, resignation echoing her voice.

He looked at her, but she looked somewhere else.

‘Never look for long to his face, he hides it for a reason and he can kill you for that’ those were the warnings his rumor had to offer her and she always took them into consideration. 

“Considering your performance tonight…” he said.

There it was, he was about to grade her. His all so strict teacher. Always seeking perfection.

“I think you deserve something regarding it”

“Is it bad?” she looked at him slightly scared.

“That’ll depend on how you see it”.

He made her a sign to step closer. Ari gulped, but did as he wanted.

When she was right in front of him, he spoke.

“How do you think you did?”

Ari thought it, but she never knew. If she thinks she did good, he’ll defer and vice versa. How was it this time?

“So?”

“I think… I could always improve?”

He chuckled. Maybe her answer was right?

“There’s always a space for improvement” he agreed “However~"

He tugged her by the waist and she was suddenly trapped in his embrace, looking straight into his face. Up close, it felt surreal. He had that mysterious yet breathtaking beauty: deep red eyes, pale like snow skin and dark hair like the very night. Yet that was her opinion… one she couldn’t share as no one had ever gotten a closer look at him. He wouldn’t allow it, he liked it to be like a shadow hidden within the darkness. She felt nervous when he was close to her, she always felt he could see deep into her soul or read her thoughts. She couldn’t truly hide anything from him… in many ways. He was always looking, he had an eye on her specially. 

“This time, you fulfilled my expectations” he said, satisfied “congratulations”.

Was that a complement? She thought those didn’t exist in his vocabulary. 

“R-Really?” she asked, seeking confirmation.

“Feel honored, none of my students got to please me like you did tonight” he gave her a smirk, one that made her flustered as was unfairly breathtaking. She hated feeling like this. 

“I-I’m so glad then” she looked down into her dress, in an attempt to hide her face. 

“For you to be satisfied with so little as a compliment” she heard him chuckling, that damn sound that made her stomach be filled with butterflies. Hopefully he wouldn’t listen to her altered heartbeat. 

“That’s too much coming from you,” she admitted.

“So you admit it?”

“Is there any point in denying it?”

“No, I like it that way”

She wanted to go and hide, she didn't like to give him the satisfaction to see her so altered by him or anything that he did or said. She felt weak all of a sudden, maybe it was the lack of energy after the relief of his approval. 

“Good, I guess… I’ll get going now” she said, but when she tried to break free from his embrace, he didn’t allow it. 

“It’s been a long night” he said “Stay here”

“E-Excuse me!?” she raised her head, surprised by the sudden proposal.

“Calm down, I’m being considerate, you know?” he seemed like he was enjoying it “You are barely keeping yourself awake at this point”

That was right, she felt her eyelids heavy, it had indeed been such a long night. 

“Consider this both an order and your reward” he said and Ari couldn’t fight her tiredness anymore. 

She sighed and allowed him to position her into his lap, her back leaning into his chest. Slowly losing the fight to keep herself conscious. He was oddly kind tonight, she couldn’t tell why. She was so tired, she could have sworn he was playing with her hair, soothing her to sleep. 

“Sleep” he said, may have sounded like a commandment, but his voice was soft and also sounded so far away from Ari. “And have sweet dreams, my angel of music”.

He could be so kind when he wanted… and she couldn’t help but love it when he was like that and when he specially referred to her like that. She would only allow him, because he was the only one that saw her talent and acknowledged it. He claimed to see her potential and he brought it into the light, he had proven it. Whatever the reason was for investing so much in her… she didn’t mind it. 

“My angel of music… you’ll be the one to make my plans come true” he smiled with a dark note Ari didn’t get to see, long lost into the land of dreams.

Besides, she was willing to let him use her for whatever purpose he had.

After all… she loved being his angel of music.

Mun Ari: The tension… I could feel it up until here!!! Part 2? Nah~ jk! I made it to be a one-shot… unless 7u7. Anyway! Thank you Vale! I love it!! Also! Is never too much to mention that the song credits goes for the creator and I don't claim them as mine! I just copy them from Spotify jeje~

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