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Ich habe 3.324 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

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Hey, I have a prompt request. Can you write romantic Prompt #16 and #17 with Taron Egerton partnered with a female actress?

A/N: Sorry for the wait. Enjoy, tulip!

Truth or Dare

Warning: friends to lovers, alchol, drunk shenanigans, idiots in love, it get's spicy at the end

Pairing: Taron Egerton x fem!reader

16. A: Truth or dare? B: truth A: do you want to kiss me? B: dare! A: I dare you to kiss me. B: never have I ever- A: ThaT’s NoT ThE game 17. *blushing* Shut up! I hate you.

Game nights at Taron house were always a blast. Most of the time you were a group of friends. Today it was only him and you. You ate snacks and junk food till your stomachs hurt. Alcohol was involved too.

You were lying on the carped under the coffee table, laughing your ass off. “And I was like, Rich we aren’t spicy enough. Let’s do French. And he shrugged and rolled with it. I miss Rich. Wondering what he is doing?” You laughed harder and only could wheeze out your answer. The only think Taron understood was filming, Marvel and Eternals.

He looked down at you and raised a brow, “I thought you weren’t allowed to talk about projects?”

You sat up and pointed at him drunkenly, “Well first, I only stated what was already known. And second, I am not like Tom Holland and Mark Ruffalo. I can keep my spoilers for me. I am good at keeping secrets, good sir. How dare you accuse me of such felony.”

You really tried to stay stern but the alcohol in your system made it hard to focus. You started to giggle which made Taron giggle. It ended with you clutching your stomach and Taron falling down onto you from the couch. After the short shock you started to hysterically giggle.

Taron was taking deep breaths, trying to regain his breath. “Okay. I have an idea.” You were intrigued and cocked your head to the side. “Truth or dare!” As a sober person you would have groaned. You weren’t sober, “I wanna start!” Taron nodded, “Okay. Truth or Dare?” You pondered for a bit. Your drunken mind slowly made the decision you will regret in the morning, “Dare.” Taron smirked, “Call someone and tell them you miss them.” Immediately you fished out your phone and dialled the number of your victim.

Your phone was on speakers and Taron could hear a tired rasped of an annoyed ‘Yes?’. You smiled giddily, “Joey? I miss you soooooooo much!” A tired groan could be heard from the other end, “You know how late it is, do you? You menace.” You pouted, “’m sorry Joe. I just miss you. And I am drunk. Time and space are wibbly wobbly, timy wimy stuff.” Joe groaned again, “I’m gonna call Ben to kill you the next time he sees you. He loves me more than you, anyway.” You pouted more, “You are mean Joseph Mazzello. I’m gonna tell Roger.” Joe snorted, “Tell him I said hi. And now go to sleep and call me when you are sober. Better, let’s facetime. So I can see your ugly face.” You smiled brightly, fully ignoring your friend’s insult, “Bye, Joey. Have sweet dreams of dinosaurs.” He groaned and grumbled good night. “Well now what are you gonna choose, T?” He shrugged, “Dare.”

It went back and forth. Taron at to chuck the last bit of vodka that was in the bottle. You had to do a body shot of tequila off of Taron’s body. Taron told you his favourite memory of you two, you had to tell him what you liked in bed. After a few rounds it was your turn. Taron lulled out the obvious question, “Truth or dare?” You gulped down the last of your beer and turned to your best friend, “Truth”

Taron had a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Do you want to kiss me?” You squinted at him, “Dare.” His smirk widened, “I dare you to kiss me!”

Heat rushed into your cheeks. You wanted to change the subject. Your brain on the other hand was a little muddled and slow, “Never have I ever-“ Taron huffed loudly. Annoyed that you would change the game completely, “That’s not the game!”

Before you could react you felt warm, soft lips on yours. Your brain was too far gone to spring into action so your muscle memory sprang into action. With favour, maybe even drunken favour you kissed him back.

The longer you kissed the more heated it got. The only thing you could remember was that Taron stubbed his toe at his coffee table and you crashed into the wall next to the bedroom door. After you landed in bed, everything blurred.

Next morning you woke up with the feeling of being watched. You closed your eyes again and snuggled further into the warm pillow. The warm pillow vibrated. Your eyes shot open and you sat up straight. Taron looked at you with a raised eyebrow, “You know, you are cute in your sleep. Did you know that you make cute noises in your sleep? And I thought the noises you made last night were my favourite.” Your neck and face grew hotter by the minute, “Shut up!” You turned away from him and pull the blanket over your head.

You felt hands snake around your torso, “So does this mean you like me?” You groaned out of embarrassment and because you were a little hungover. “I hate you.” Taron chuckled. “Well, there is my answer. Want some pancakes?” He smirked as he heard you grumble a small ‘yes’.

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177 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 14. Februar 2022

can I get a poe dameron fic please!! I have an idea where the reader works in intelligence on the resistance base and works on comms. poe gets trapped somewhere, and she talks to him to find his way out and saves him. THEN there’s a victory celebration at the resistance base, and poe asks to dance with her, the girl he’s had a crush on from a distance, and then he recognizes her voice and realizes she’s the one who saved his life

A/N: hope you like this. I missed writing for our hot shot pilot.

Lifeline

Pairing: Poe Dameron x fem!reader Warning: angst, fluff

Slow days were a mystery in the resistance. No one had experienced such a day in forever. But today was everyone’s lucky day, or so they thought.

The alarm went off and everyone sprang into action. The pilots made their last repairs before shoving their tool in their toolboxes and kicking them away. The helm and communication center opened the coded channels for every squadron to communicate and receive orders.

Everyone in communication got a team assigned to them. Yours was the black squadron with their infamous leader, Poe Dameron. Or like your friends liked to call him, your walking daydream. But there was no time for daydreaming. You had to focus all of your attention so Dameron and his crew came home safely.

There was a slight crackle at the and of your com till the deep, soothing voice of no other than the Black Leader himself. “Com station this is Black Leader we are ready to jump.” You smiled as you heard his excitement through his voice. “This is com station. Black squadron is clear to make the jump.” Poe thanked you before pushing the last buttons.

It was more or less radio silent between you and the pilots. Till Poe requested a private channel. You opened it with furrowed brows, “Everything okay, Black Leader?” Poe huffed, “No, there are too many fighters. We are ready to retreat. More like my squadron is. I have a target on my back.” Instantly you began to type in his location and searched for possible routes to escape. “Tell your team to retreat and come back to base. I send you coordinates to your next jump. Follow my plan and your ship will be the only thing with scratches on it.” Poe huffed out a laugh. “You are the best. I hope I can thank you later in person.” Heat rushed to your face and you smiled shyly, “Get home safely. Then you can thank me.” Poe followed every step of the plan and as you said, he came home without a scratch. Not even his ship had any tents. His team ran over as he stepped down the latter. He was embraced in a tight hug.

There was a celebration afterwards. Everyone drank and danced. Laughter was heard through the whole base. With a drink in his hand and his droid by his side he searched for the voice of hope during his hopeless mission. Finn ran after him and stopped him as he waded through the mass of dancing people, “Hey, why that determined face.” BB-8 ratted out his friend. Finn smirked and shook his head in understanding. Poe only rolled his eyes at both his friends. “So you are searching for your lifeline?” Poe’s cheeks turned a hue of pink. “But you don’t know how they look. Just how they sound.” Poe shrugged, “I know. It was a bad idea.”

The pilot turned and looked at the people around the makeshift dancefloor. He found you in your group of friends laughing and drinking. Out of no where Rey stood next to him and Finn, “Talk to her. She is really nice.” Poe tsked and wanted to walk away. “Just go to her and ask her to dance with you. Finn and I can’t stand you looking at her and imagining the rest of your life with her. And don’t get me started on the bet between your squadron.” Poe huffed and rolled his eyes before he stomped away from his friends. Rey held up her hand and Finn high fived her.

You laughed hard as on of your friends told you about her day down at the med bay. Your stomach hurt from how hard you were laughing. You felt a tap on your shoulder. You whirled around and came face to face with your crush. You heard your friends whistle lowly before they slowly walked away from the two of you. Poe scratched his neck. His posture told you he was extremely nervous. He cleared his throat, “Hey, I wanted to ask. Do you like- no. Do you wanna dance with me?” He held out his shaking hand. You nodded and took it. Poe let out a breath.

He led you to the middle of the dance floor. During the time where he asked you to dance the pace of the music changed. It became slow and romantic. Poe pulled your body to his. “I hope that’s o-okay?” You smiled before nodding. You hummed softly to the music. Poe heart speed up as he heard the soft tunes escaping your perfect lips. “Do you have any plans tomorrow? After your shift. Wherever you may be working.” You grinned as he nervously rambled. “No, nothing. I work in the communication center. Directing squadrons. Today-“ “You!” You were interrupted by him. “You were the one who saved me today! I was looking for you. Thank the maker I found you.”

Before you could say anything back you felt soft lips on yours. Your eyes went wide and your brain stopped working. Poe felt your lack of movement and stopped. “I-I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncom-“ This time it was your turn to shut him up.

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194 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 16. Juni 2022

Cutting Edge

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn!reader Warning: injury (a small cut), mention of blood, banter, fluff, slight sassy Bucky

You padded into the living room of your house where bucky was currently sitting on the couch. He was watching some nature documentary. “Hey Buck, could you sharpen my florist knife and my garden shears for me? I know you usually don't –“ Bucky looked up and smiled at you. He reached for your gardening tools, “Yeah, give them to me, doll.” You smiled gratefully at him. As you gave him the tools you leant further down and kissed his shadowed cheek. “Thank you, bear.”

Only half an hour later you were working in your garden again. You weeded, cut, and pruned around your flower beds. You were picking some flowers for the vase on the dinner table when you graced your thumb with the sharp edge of your garden knife. The digit bled a little. Before the wound could get infected you walked inside to the bathroom to get the wound cleaned and proper bandaged.

Bucky walked by and saw the blood splotches in the sink and got concerned. He walked up behind you and saw you cleaning a rather large cut on your thumb. He reached for your wrist and held it in his large hand, “What's up with your thumb?”

You looked over your shoulder and smiled softly, ”Complement to your sharpening skills, they are cutting edge.” Bucky stared at you with a deadpan expression, “You are proud of that pun?” He wasn’t really amused by your giddiness but that didn’t stop you. “Yeah.”

You nodded excitedly at him. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes. “So anyway. The knife is so sharp that I only had to grace the sharp edge over my skin to cut it. Oh, and it cuts through the stems like they are made out of melting butter.” You put your not injured thumb, the pointer, and the middle finger together and did the chefs kiss expression. Bucky only rolled his eyes and kissed your temple, “Glad to hear it. Please be more careful, you moron.” You smiled at his retrieving form, “Well, but I am your moron.” You cut hear Bucky sight and yell back, “Sadly.”

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222 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 10. April 2022

Caged

Pairing: Robb Stark x fem!reader Warning: period typical misogyny, angst, fluff, talk of death of child

You were shielded away all your life. Always kept behind the wall of the Red Keep. As a child you ran around the gardens exploring it. You could remember you were never bored. But now you grew up. You nearly read all the books available to you. You knew every corner of the palace and garden. Often you tried to escape from the walls of the castle but were stopped by your uncle or Sir Clegane. The later gave you the creeps.

When the news came that you would travel to the North you were ecstatic. Your mother scolded you to calm down. But you couldn’t. Your excitement was crushed when your mother told you that your dear lord father was to marry you to the highest bidder. With this in mind your mood changed drastically. Your cheery mood became sombre.

The day you dreaded the most came and you travelled up into the North. You sat in the carriage with your mother and younger siblings. Joffrey was a prick as always. He tormented you calling you all sort of names. Your mother ignored you both, too focused on her wine.

Often you would ask your uncle Jamie if you could ride on the horse with him. He only smiled and told you it’s not suited for a lady. You nodded and slumped back into your seat.

At the same time Robb trained with his friend Theon and half-brother Jon in the courtyard. He was especially aggressive which wasn’t unnoticed by his companions. As Robb landed yet another hard blow to Jon’s sword the black-haired boy stumbled back. He threw up his arms, still holding his sword, “What is wrong with you today?” The young wolf huffed, a dark look on his face, “Father told me something he kept from me my whole life. Something I should have had the knowledge about. Not only is the king coming what you all know. But also his family. More important, my betrothed. The princess Y/N.”

Both males began to smirk. Theon came over to his friend and clapped him on the shoulder, “Well no more visits to the brothel, my friend. You are as good as a married man.”

Jon shook his head, “So you are to marry the oldest daughter of the king while Sansa is to become the Queen of Westeros?” Robb nodded. Jon took his brothers sword and shook him out of his thoughts, “Let’s get cleaned up, or lady Caitlyn will have our heads.” Robb grinned at the imagine of his mother scolding them as if they were children.

The next morning the whole court of Winterfell was in uproar. The King and his family where sighted not far from here. Maids were running around. The stable boys cleaned the stables a third time. Robb walked into the Great Hall and was greeted by his mother ordering people around. He stepped next to her and kissed her cheek, “Good morning, mother. I see you are doing the last preparations for tonight’s feast.” Caitlyn sighted, “Everything has to be perfect. We don’t want to make a bad expression. Specifically for your bride. She has to know she is welcomed hear in this court.”

The young wolf nodded. “Mother, why does no one know about her and why did father only tell me today about our betrothal?” His mother looked at him with loving eyes, “She was kept hidden for the reason that she wouldn’t become a pawn in a cruel play. It was always intended that if House Stark and House Baratheon had male and female offspring around the same age they were to be married. After the crown prince, your betrothed twin, died tragically the king decided to keep her a secret. Telling everyone she died with her brother. She would have been a target for a lot of houses if she was the oldest daughter and the only heir. Thank the gods for prince Joffrey. Now change into your festive garb and tell your father’s bastard to stay away.” Robb nodded before leaving to do as he was asked.

The carriage came to a stop. You sighted and looked out. People were standing there waiting for you to exit your carriage. As the door opened you wanted to stand up before being pushed back by the little brat of your brother. “Future king before anyone else.” You only rolled your eyes.

All eyes were on you as you entered the yard. Whispers could be heard. You felt uncomfortable as every gaze was on you. Your fathers boisterous laugh brought you out of your paranoia. He waved you over, “And this is my beautiful daughter, Y/N. She is my most prized possession.” You looked at lord Stark and smiled shyly before fixing your gaze downwards to your feet. Your father went on to inspect Winterfell with lord Stark.

A woman in your mothers age stepped forward and bowed before you, “My name is lady Caitlyn Stark. And these are my children.” She introduced them to you one by one before pointing to a man with auburn locks. He had a soft smile on his lips and kind blue eyes, “And this is my eldest, Robb. Your betrothed.” Your eyes went back to the ground. Your cheeks became warm. There was an unusual feeling in the pit of your stomach.

After your father declared that he wanted to feast, lord Stark moved you and your family to his great hall were the feast was prepared. You were seated next to Robb. No conversation flew between the pair of you. But no one really cared.

Robb had enough of the silence. He wanted to know you before he married you. “What do you do over the day, my lady?” Your shocked eyes met his curious once. You could get lost in those you thought. You snapped out of your trance and told him about yourself. He smiled at you and laughed when you told something funny. “Now I have spoken a lot about myself, what my septa would chide me for. For it’s not proper.” Robb smiled warmly down at you, “I do not share this few with her. I want to know the person I will be married by tomorrow. I asked you to do so. Do not hold yourself back.”

He then told you about himself and what he would do in his free time. You felt the freedom from his stories. Your eyes lost their shine, stopping Robb from talking. “Everything alight?” You smiled sadly, “Maybe I am finally free after I married you, lord. But you have to show me what freedom is, for I have forgotten all about it.” Robb smiled sadly at you. He took your hand in his big one and softly kissed the back of it. “I will help you with your path. Your burden is now my burden too. My freedom shall be your freedom.”

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244 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 25. Mai 2022

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You choose him

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x gn!reader Warning: swearing, Nancy being a hypocrite, Billy not being his usual asshole-y self, fluff Summary: Nancy doubts the relationship between you and Billy

Nancy looked at you before looking back over the lunch tables of the mess hall and then right back to you. You watched her while eating your lunch. After the fifth time of her sweeping over you and then your boyfriend she sighted, looking disappointed. “What is it, Nance? Spit it out.” Her judging eyes fell onto you. You huffed in annoyance.

She pointed at the table a few meters away where Billy sat with his flies as he called the people around him. “You choose him?” You looked at him before back to your best friend, “Yeah…So?” She huffed out a laugh and shook her shoulders. “You saw the pompous asshole-y one and thought, Ah yes. Perfect! I thought you had standards?”

You rolled your eyes at her before resuming to finish your lunch. “Look I am not proud of it, okay? But he is different with me than in school. I think he is slowly changing.” Nancy gave you a look of disbelieve. You sighted deeply, throwing up your hands and letting them fall on top of your thighs. “You might not see it but I do. And Nance, you are a hypocrite. Before Steve knew what an absolute ass he was, you were dating him.” Your best friend looked down at the table. “If you don’t mind. I would like to finish lunch and after study for the chemist test I have tomorrow. And god knows I need to study.”

After lunch you made your way into the empty science lap where Billy was waiting for you. He looked up from the book as he saw you enter through the door. His usual smirk was replaced with a warm smile he didn’t show of to much. You waved at him shyly before walking over to him. He put his backpack down from the stool so you could sit next to him.

As you unloaded your bag for the study session Billy watched you with his memorizing eyes and a soft smile. “How was your day after math?” You sighted deeply. “Uneventful till lunch. Nancy ripped me a new one for dating you. I told her she dated Steve in his prime asshole time.” Billy smirked, “That’s my girl!” You let your head fall onto your shoulder to look at your boyfriend disapprovingly, “I don’t want to fight with her over such things. I want her to see the Billy that his hidden behind the macho façade. Why are you still hanging out with the flies? You don’t even like them.”

Billy sighted before he nodded. “I don’t know, sweets. Maybe it’s my insecurity or still my, how did you call it? Idiot-alpha-male-brain? That wants to belong to someone and not be lonely.” You touched his cheek and caressed his cheekbone with your thump, “You are not alone. Just throw away your alter ego and let me introduce you to my friends. You will see, they are more fun. Especially Robin.”

He huffed out a laugh before pointing at his chemistry book. “We need to study. I saw you try and fail to write a redox-reaction and it was painful to watch.” You looked at him unimpressed, “Yeah, I saw your biology notes. Thank god I didn’t have a lighter on me.” Billy kissed your temple quickly, “Well thank the stars I have your notes to study for tomorrow. Chemistry first and then you tell me how plants do photosynthesis?” You nodded before diving in into chemical elements and their reactions.

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