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bunnys-kisses · 1 month

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trust - astarion ancunin

pairing: astarion ancunin x fem!reader rating: 18+ tags: pwp, smut, outdoor sex, intimacy & love, missionary, sappy & sweet

Oh how times had changed. Astarion was a new man, more of a man than he was for the past two hundred years. He was no longer a captive to a sadistic vampire master who only saw Astarion as a means to capture prey.

And it all changed because the vampire spawn made the acquaintance of a young traveller. If Astarion had a bit more malice in his heart he would've killed you or at least tried. But you showed him a kindness that he didn't understand at first.

'Why me?' He'd often think to himself when you proved that there was no malicious intent with your actions. If he wanted to be free from the curse of a spawn, then you'd help him with his goal. It took him a while to get adjusted to the freedom.

But Astarion was a curious man. The way a moth is curious when nearing a flame. He wondered if he'd get burned, or worse, fully disintegrated. Dust from your simple touch.

“I want you.” He said softly one night, his voice low in your ear, “Will you join me tonight?” His slender fingers caught strands of your hair. It was an old seduction tactic, but it wasn't to find food for his master. It was to indulge in passion for himself.

You looked over to him. Your eyes met his, you were captivated by the red of his eyes. You could only describe them as rubies, but you knew they held a lot of heartbreak. Only one look at his back gave you all the answers you needed.

“Astarion.” You replied, “Do you want me to join you?”You fully turned around. There was a slight height difference between you two so you had to tilt your head to look at him, “Do you want me, or do you want to feed?”

He frowned, “Of course I want you, why wouldn't I?” He leaned in closer, “I want to know what our party leader tastes like. You freed me of my strings, darling. I am no puppet to no master. If I want you, it's of my own free will.” His expression softened.

You reached for him and touched his face. His skin was cool and soft. Part of you expected it to be like marble the way his features were carved. Your gaze quickly dropped to his lips before you made eye contact once more. You dragged your touch down to his chest and placed your hand over where his heart was.

If it was still beating you wondered if it would be racing. Questions of Astarion's mortal place died on your tongue, bringing up the past would only ruin the mood.

Just as Astarion was curious about you, you were curious about him. A high elf turned vampire, a magistrate turned spawn. A creature of the night with an insatiable lust for blood. So many questions yet so little answers.

“Tell me again you want me.” You said.

He leaned closer, he crowded into your space as he said softly, “I want you. I want all of you, darling. I want to know what you feel like inside and out. I wish to devour you whole.” He pulled away, his hand took yours, “Is that enough convincing?“

You frowned, ”I am trusting you, Astarion.“

He chuckled, ”That's the first I've ever heard that. I don't think anyone has ever trusted me.“ He took your other hand, his fingers locked with yours, ”This will be exciting then, Trust.“ You could see the hint of a smile on his lips. You were inclined to smile back.

You gave him his freedom. You ripped the chains from him and gave him the choice to determine his own life. You could not heal his vampirism, but you could care for him. Maybe make him believe he wasn't a monster.

Trust. There was a nice ring to it. Trust between two willing parties and as he led you through the thick of the woods, you were more than willing to see how deep the trust ran.

The moon hung heavy in the sky as if it was threatening to drop on the earth. It cast a light across the land as you stepped out from the woods and into a clearing.

You held his hand tighter when you heard the call of an owl from the top of one of the trees.

”I'm certain an owl won't hurt you, darling.“ He led you to behind a grand rock, ”If It does, however. I'll slit its throat.“ His smile grew before he took you by the face and pulled you in for a tight kiss.

You tensed for a moment, your eyes widened before you relaxed into his touch and melted into the kiss. You held onto his arms and further the kiss. You could hear your heart racing in your ears. This was a strange feeling.

You had been intimate with men before. You were no stranger to their anatomy. But there was something enthralling about Astarion that you couldn't put into words. He was unlike any other being you had known.

He shuddered against your kiss before he pulled away, his breathing was a tad heavier. He sank with you down to the grass. The boulder obscured you both from viewing. It allowed you a little more privacy.

No owls had to see what you two were about to do.

”I've become addicted to you, my dear. I had been in a cage for so long and you freed me without a second thought.“ He took your face in his hands and he gazed down at you, ”You could've easily made me your slave. But instead you are more than willing to put a stake through the heart of my master. We have killed for each other and quite frankly, I'll continue to kill anyone who gets in our way.“

You wrapped your arms around him delicately, ”I want you to be a free man, Astarion. Even if I want to, I could never tame you. It would be like taming the great North Star, it's impossible.“

He chuckled softly, ”Getting soft on me now, aren't we?“ He tried not to feel the tug in his chest from your kind words. Maybe it was a desire to be in control and not collapse from the weight of your kind words.

You moved his hands away from your face and you held both of them to your eye level. You kissed his cold knuckles, all of his skin was smooth and soft. He hadn't aged a day in over two hundred years. You closed your eyes, ”You are the brightest star I can see.“ You opened them once more to meet his gaze, ”I would follow you to the pit of hell if it meant being by your side.“

Astarion looked at you, with minor shock across his face. He turned his head briefly to compose himself before he looked back to you, ”I think you'll be leading me to hell, darling. But it shall be much warmer with you by my side.“

You two kissed once more. Slowly you were stripped of your clothes. You parted so he could get your armour off of you along with the clothes underneath. Soon your items laid around you. You pressed your bare chest up against the front of his shirt.

The softness of the material tickled your breasts and paired with the cool air, your nipples grew hard. You exhaled deeply as you propped yourself up against the rock. You could feel the heat lingering in your face.

You could feel the heat intensify as he began to strip himself. You had seen Astarion nude before, you have seen all of your members nude at one point or another. It was the reality of being so close together. But under the pale moonlight, he looked less like a monster and more like a divine being.

Carved from the highest quality marble, the lines of his body enticed you. You swallowed as your eyes reached his hardened cock. Your hands dug into the green grass under you. It was impressive, sizable but not intimidating. To see it that close was far different than seeing it from a distance as he bathed in the river.

He noticed your gaze and reached down to touch the top of your head. His hand combed through your hair as he said, ”No need to feed my ego, darling. I know what you're going to say.“

You looked up to his face and straightened up, ”I didn't say anything.“

He laughed, ”You don't have to, I can see it in the lines of your forehead.“ He rubbed his thumb against the creases to smooth them out, ”I guess you want me as much as I want you.“

”I want you.“ You confirmed.

He got down to the ground quickly and encroached on your space once more. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, mindful of the scars on his back. The kiss you shared was more heated then the previous ones.

The time for affection was over as lust emerged. It heated your body as you both laid in the grass. His hands explored your body. He ran fingers across your own scars. He felt every curve that you possessed, he felt the moles and the raised scars from your dedication to training. You heard him hiss into the kiss as he grew more aroused by the feeling of you so close to him.

In over two hundred years he never had the fortune of a lover like you.

He laid you out on the grass, he gazed down at you. He kept himself up as he dug his hands in the grass under you. He took a moment to admire you. He had seen many mortal nude during his time on this planet. But there was a connection between you two that he couldn't deny. It wasn't sex for the sake of a meal. It was sex built on a foundation of trust.

For the first time in a long time, Astarion trusted you. In his eyes you could do no wrong.

If he was a star, then you were the angel that hung him up in the night sky.

”My darling." He said softly as he grabbed you by the waist and rested himself on his heels. His cock stood at full attention as he rubbed it up against your cunt.

You covered your face with his hands, “Astarion.”

“Don't hide yourself from me. I want to see how I make you feel.“ He replied as he reached to your face and pulled away your hands, ”Don't make me pin them down.“

You swallowed, ”You don't have to."

"Good.“ He replied softly. He brushed his cock up against your wet slit. He exhaled sharply from the feeling. It made his cock twitch with excitement. He soon guided his cock into your sweet sex.

He tried to pace himself so as to not cause you discomfort. He kept his eyes on you for any signs of pain as he sank further into you. His jaw tensed as he felt the warmth of lust spread from his gut. Soon he had every last centimetre inside of you.

You had taken him so well. He leaned down to pull you into a tight kiss, his hands were back on your hips as to guide them up and down his cock. You let out a high pitched noise that was muffled by his lips on yours.

”You feel divine, darling.“

”Shit, Astarion.“ You replied. Your heart drummed in your chest, your breathing was heavy as you laid in the soft grass. When he thrusted up into you it felt like his cock was pushing your insides up into your throat or maybe it was your heart trying to make a quick escape from the amount of pleasure you felt through your body.

You'd dare to say that your intimate encounter was romantic. Two bodies together in the depths of lust. He leaned over you and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss. In an effort to keep both of you quiet as you rutted like animals.

He played with your breasts as you tighten your legs around his waist. The sounds of your love making filled the open night air. You were thankful that you were far enough away from camp that there wouldn't be any curious members trying to seek you two out.

As if Astarion wasn't going to let the others know in his own sly way. Especially in front of Gale, who he thought had his eye on you. The vampire could have a jealous streak run through him like a splash of light in a dark sky.

Your hands roamed his shoulders, your fingers dipped low enough to touch the scars on his back. He melted into your touch, a sign of comfort towards your hands on him.

When he broke the kiss, he continued to thrust inside of you.. His eyes met yours once more, ”You look lovely under me.“

You reached out for him and held his face as you moved in time with his thrusts. You replied, ”I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.“

”Good.“ He said, 'Because I have no intention of letting you under another man or woman. For as long as your heart beats, you will be mine.”

You leaned up to kiss him on the nose. It was so intimate as you replied, “That sounds good to me.” Then you two kissed once more as you felt yourself nearing climax.

Hands roamed, bodies moved. Lust filled the night air as the two of you made love under the moonlight. A life with the vampire didn't seem so horrible. You tightened your legs around him as he rocked back and forth against you.

Your heart fluttered at the feeling of intimacy between you two. Trust was all you could think of. It was the adhesive that kept you two together, that and an undying, unwavering commitment to one another.

Astarion, the vampire and you, the mortal, rutted against one another in the dead of night. You gripped onto his shoulders as the intense feeling of climax flooded your bloodstream and made you light headed.

You yearned for the release. You wanted to orgasm on his cock. You could feel the grass stick to your sweaty back as the two of you moved together. The gentle sounds between you two as the urge became stronger.

You were no longer alone in these travels. You didn't only have a party to rely on, but also a vampiric lover who wanted nothing more than to devour you. You were his; mind, body and soul. But he too was yours in the same way.

Matched in wits and skill. Fighters till the end. The thought excited you. What would become of your future?

With another searing kiss, you both climaxed in each other's arms. You clawed your nails down his arms as his grip bruised your hips. With a final thrust, he finished inside of you. He marked you as his, and the thought made his body run hot.

When he pulled away, he looked down at you. He said with a smile, ”Forever mine.“ Before he pulled out of you and laid beside you in the grass.

Your breathing was laboured as you laid next to him. You could feel his cum stick to your inner thigh as he spooned you. You held his hand as he held you by the middle.

His lips grazed at your neck. He sighed with content, ”I could turn you tonight and we'd be together until the sun melted the earth.”

You chuckled softly, “How about we finish our quest first. Then we can spend eternity together.”

He replied, “I can be impatient. But I will be patient for you, my love.”

You relaxed into his arms and felt your eyes grow heavy, “Good. Now let's kill Cazador.”

He chuckled, “Of course, my dear.” Then laid one last kiss onto your heated skin. He was scared at the thought of seeing his master again. But maybe, just maybe, with you by his side, he'll gain the courage to break himself fully free of the chains he carried.

If you believed he could be free, then he'll trust you and believe it himself.

#bunny writes #baldur's gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion #astarion smut #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate astarion #astarion bg3 #bg3 fanfiction

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madarasgirl · 1 year

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Without You

Friends…I am a Mrs. now! The wedding stuff turned my head to goo...feeling very romantic (but also horny). Sorry for the sappiness in this story, which I baked on/off over the past month. This Alucard is pretty soft with his Reader until he wants to troll.

With how important a concept virginity is in the world of Hellsing, I was surprised by the lack of virginity loss fics, especially with a partner Alucard actually cares for. So I wrote one. Your decision was made. You will not forsake your humanity in exchange for an eternity with your vampire King. On the night he was to take your virginity, there will be no going back.

“Eternity is a long time, little one.” Tags/warnings: 18+ NSFW, Alucard (Ultimate) x Fem!Reader, Vladcard x Reader, Riocard x Reader. Romance, angst/comfort, emotional sex, loss of virginity, vaginal sex, creampie, oral sex, sex marathon, slight bondage & BDSM, partial mind control, anal, snowballing (?), tiny bit of predator/prey (Alu can’t help that side of himself), AFTERCARE, Alucard uses his abilities... Words: 10441

Tumblr won't let me post the full fic even though I've seen longer fics here before. So here's the link.

An excerpt is below the cut.

Dracula was crying. It felt as though he murdered you metaphorically even if you were still living, which was foolish because the sex only solidified the fact you will never turn into a ghastly vampiric monster like him. Yet the act also represented the end of something. The dream that you might always be together. Bloody tears stained his face and the silky sheets. He held you close, squeezing you into the soft mattress as he wept silently, unwilling to let you physically part from him.

You understood. Your arms found their way around his broad back and caressed soothingly in an oval track. Salty tears fell down your cheeks as you mourned with him –you mourned the fact you won’t always be there for him.

Sir Integra gave her blessing to your relationship with her servant years ago, instructing you to take care of him because he was little more than a sobbing child. Her words were nonsensical at the time. This creature of mass destruction, a sobbing child? She had been right all along.

You kept rubbing his back while you peppered his head with light kisses. You were lost in the intimacy of the moment, but when you came to, the vampire in your arms was Alucard again, peering at you lazily like he wasn’t vulnerable just now. This was the form in which you met. You loved him as the King, but also like this. You loved him in all his forms. You pet his sinfully alluring face as he purred and leaned into your touch. He loved to be touched.

He was so beautiful it just wasn't fair. His stunning appearance and cryptic mannerisms used to fluster the heck out of you. Fortunately, after many years together, you managed to better compose yourself in his presence. Until the next time he discovered another way to pester you, as Alucard does.

The Cheshire grin told you he heard your thoughts. “I’m not reading your mind, sweet, you are telling me.” He looked too pleased with himself. You exhaled. Nothing was fair to begin with when it came to this immortal being. “Come love, join me in the bath,” you told him, making to get up from the tear-stained bedsheets when you were swept off your feet and into lean arms several feet off the ground. “Alu, I can still walk!” You laughed at his overprotectiveness.

A sound at the back of his throat reverberated as he silently drew the bath and poured in scents and products, never letting you out of his grasp while he waited for the tub to fill with steamy water. “We will rectify that by the time I am through with you.” He finally replied, lowering both of you into the water, a devious grin painting his lips.

The bubbly water level reached your shoulders. You wriggled against a toned, lanky body to get comfortable, ignoring the boner poking your rear as you enjoyed the bath with Alucard. His head was thrown back against the tiles as he felt you shift around, your vampire the image of relaxation and contentment, his long limbs hanging awkwardly outside the tub. You sighed and leaned against him, the soothing water jets the only sound in the room.

He washed you, sweat and fluids sliding off your body with each swipe of his hands. "My Queen. My love...I will protect you. Always." His voice was low, eyes lidded and rippling with intent as he scented your rising arousal.

He buried his long nose in the crook of your throat and crooned, the elixir of your blood that raced under the skin ravishing his senses. He had been obsessed with your neck since the night you met. How he loved to lick, nuzzle, and sniff your throat. Running dexterous fingers down your waist, he found slick vertical lips once more.

The vampire made his infamous landshark smile from behind you, two rows of pointy teeth glinting in the soft light of the bathroom. He lapped at the side of your jugular, a low moan sounding deep from his chest as he teased, “So tempting, love.”

You snickered, head tilting over as if to invite him in, daring him to bite as you held his head and pushed his mouth against your throat. His teeth ached with the compulsion to drink, your intoxicatingly heady aromas tickling his bestial nature…

His fangs descended, his cock twitched. Alucard growled, huffing and finally ripping away from the urge to sink fangs into your vein. “A dangerous game you play, little one.”

#alucard x you #alucard x reader #hellsing alucard #alucard smut #alucard fanfiction #hellsing fandom #vladcard #riocard #post-30 year interval #alucard #alucard hellsing #hellsing ultimate #a bit of fluff but mostly heavy smut and some angst #yes I think Riocard is kind of scary

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barbiesmuse · 19 days

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જ⁀➴ CLEAN.

;ֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָsimon riley + reader

summary: in which you realize that simon riley has not changed, and he never will.

tags: very little smut (time skipped), crying after sex, reader hits simon's chest repeatedly, delena continues to humble simon, reader is finally clean of simon!! link to part two!!

head barbie's announcements: natalia not using pink?? is the world ending? anyways, this is the last part!! if you don't like taylor swift that's okay, you don't have to like it to enjoy the fic!! but this song is a crucial part of the story! this was super fun to write but i needed to get this out asap!!

“Gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean.”

As you walk into the Café, the sound of the bell atop the door pushes into reality. This was real. It was happening, and you had to face it now. It had been a year since you'd last contacted Simon. You recall the several messages you had sent after he had left. Pleading for him to return, begging to know what you had done wrong. As you walk to the booth your eyes meet his, and the world stops. The sound of the espresso machine rumbling is now gone. The sound of the others in the café is nowhere to be heard, just you and Simon. Part of you felt like this was a relapse. You were going back to that one drug that had hurt you again and again. Your friends had tried to convince you to stay home, watch a sappy rom-com, and have a good cry. Yet somehow you ended up here, in the same Café the two of you had met in long ago. As you slide into the seat across from Simon, you exhale. You look up at him with those sweet eyes of yours. The ones he had fallen in love with. It's quiet as he studies your appearance. You looked rough to him. You had gotten skinnier. He assumed you weren't eating. Was that because of him? Maybe Delena was right... He could tell you were getting better. If he would've stayed away longer you might've forgotten him. But he didn't want to be forgotten.

“You look sick, why?” He asks, his eyes travel downwards. He couldn't look you in the eye. He felt ashamed of himself. “Before I answer your questions, I deserve an apology, Simon.” You say. He chuckles and nods. “I'd be lying if I said it's hard to apologize. I thought my leaving was best for you. Unfortunately, a part of me still believes that's true. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me. You saw the good in me when no one else did. I miss you terribly. Please, baby, just come home.” He says, his voice becomes slightly whiney. You wince at the word home. He wasn't your home anymore. You had no reason to feel sorry. No matter what kind of show he put on or what kind of desperate voice he used.

“I am home, Simon. When you left, I built a new home for myself. The house you lived in is gone. I rebuilt my life from the ground up just to get rid of you. Your smell still lingers in the house, and you've never been inside it! You constantly replay in my mind like some sickening chant. I hate it. I hate you.” You say, your voice cracks as you whisper your last sentence. As Simon hears the angst in your voice, it feels like a stab to the heart. His sweet girl. He had killed her spirit by leaving, and he didn't know if he could ever forgive himself.

“Don't say that, I'll make it better. I promise, okay? Tonight. Just us, come over, and we can do whatever the hell you want. We can watch your sappy-ass movies, and I can show you just how sorry I am.” Simon says the hope in his voice is almost sick to you. You hated the idea of being with him in a private place. You knew you wouldn't be able to resist. For six months, you had touched yourself to the thought of him. You had so much pent-up sexual frustration. Saying yes wouldn't hurt much more, right?

It hurt a lot more. As you ride his dick, the movie plays in the background. The sounds of skin-slapping drown out the audio. The only thing that can be heard is your joint moans. Your arms are wrapped around his neck. You press a gentle kiss to his ear. As he fucks into you, you both reach your climax, and your moans are now replaced with heavy breathing. As you pull away, you look up at him with glossy eyes. His eyes were dark and lustful. His dick was inside you but it was a comfortable feeling. As you study his expression it isn't one of love, but of hunger. Was this just a way for him to relieve his stress?

You frantically get off of him and search for your clothes. You pick up your bra and panties and slide them on before searching for your clothes. Where had he put them? Simon groans and runs a hand down his face in frustration. “You're being dramatic,” Simon says as he watches her search for her clothes that were cycling in the washer. He had done this on purpose. He brought her here for sex and had trapped her.

As you realize you won't find your clothes, you break down. You sit back on the couch and cry. After six months of pushing back tears. Simon sighs, and his large tattooed hand rubs your back. You glare at him with a harsh look on your face. You push his hand away and hit his chest. It doesn't hurt him but, it felt good to let him know how he made you feel. As you continue to hit his chest he just looks down at you with a solemn expression. He knew he deserved it, and he had no problem with you giving it to him. Someone had to, right?

“You did this to me! You're the reason I'm like this. You knew that when you left I'd be a fucking mess!” You say, Simon grabs your wrists and tries to shush you. This only angers you more. What the two of you didn't know, was that Delena was watching it all. Her heart broke for you. As you try to pull away from Simon's grasp Delena steps in.

“Go upstairs and get something from my drawer. I called you an Uber about thirty minutes ago.” Delena says to you. You nod and walk upstairs. As you disappear into the second floor, Delena turns to Simon with a look of disgust on her face. She scoffs and throws his shirt at him. “You will not bring another girl into my house, do I make myself clear? You're a goddamn womanizer. I do not have the time or youth to care for the women you take advantage of.” Delena says as you walk back downstairs. Delena shoots you a gentle smile and puts on a chipper attitude. “Perfect timing, angel! You're Uber is right outside. Be safe, okay?” Delena says with a sweet smile. She walks up to you and presses a gentle and motherly kiss to your forehead. You look at her with teary eyes. Poor thing. “It'll all be okay, love.” She says as she leads you to the door. If Delena said it, it had to be true. As you walk outside, you give Delena one last hug, and then it dawns on you. You didn't tell Simon goodbye. As you try to rush past the older woman, she grabs you by your arms and stops you. A tear slips down your face, and you wipe it hastily. “Please, Del.” You plead as another tear escapes your eye. Delena shushes you and wipes your cheek kindly. “It's for the better, now go.” She says as she gently ushers you into the car.

As she closes the door to the Uber you grab your phone. The quiet music that plays on the radio brings you peace. “Clean.” by Taylor Swift plays and a sad smile paints your face. As you press on Simon's contact you send him one more message.

“Thank you.”

After the message gets delivered, you press the block button, and you let out a sigh of relief. It felt as if you'd been holding your breath for so long. That one drug that you couldn't let go of. The one that held you captive was now history.

“Gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean.”

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steviewashere · 14 days

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Your Body is Warm Next to Mine

Rating: General CW: None Apply! Tags: Post-Canon, Post Season 4, Established Relationship, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Steve Harrington Likes Back Scratches, Eddie Munson Likes Giving Back Scratches, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Domestic Fluff, Literal Sleeping Together, Tired Steve Harrington, Sappy, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names

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(Two Times Eddie Scratches Steve's Back)

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“Getting tired, baby?”

Steve hums. He wants to feign wakefulness. Pay attention to the rest of the movie that Eddie put on. Keep talking and cuddle in close and eat junk food. But he’s wiped. A long shift at Family Video earlier in the day with the addition of a few errands he had to run afterwards, tired doesn’t even cover what he’s feeling. Something more akin to mush. Just a heavy fog. Partially floating. Partially sinking into his spot on the couch. “Could say that,” he mutters.

The movie’s dialogue comes to an abrupt stop, most likely from Eddie pausing it. Then, the player whirs as it rewinds the tape. The TV crackling when it gets turned off. Hands wrap around Steve’s, warm and welcoming. They squeeze and tug lightly. “Alright, Stevie, let’s head up to bed,” Eddie murmurs.

He follows in a sludge. Through their apartment’s hallway, past the bathroom, and straight into the center of their bedroom. Steve shucks his pants off, replaces the polo he’d been wearing with a plain grey t-shirt, and unceremoniously collapses into bed. Behind him, Eddie chuckles, still carefully getting dressed into his pajamas. His hand gently taps at Steve’s left calf, ushering him to move up the bed and over to his spot. The left side meeting his skin like an early morning breeze.

Once Eddie lays on his side, Steve grabs for his right hand. Places it on his back. And then shimmies down into the mattress. One arm under his pillow, the other laying between them. He opens his eyes, raises his eyebrows slightly, and tries for his best pleading glance to where Eddie’s hand lays on his back.

He sighs into his position when Eddie lightly rolls his eyes, but immediately works his hand under Steve’s t-shirt. His eyes flutter close again, but he doesn’t fall asleep quite yet. Instead, he quietly requests, “Tell me about your day?”

With the tips of his fingers, Eddie begins by tracing the edges of Steve’s scars. Over the thick tissue, around the planes of sensitive and plush patches. He takes an easy breath and begins to whisper, “Well, I woke up while you were in the shower this morning. And I didn’t want to interrupt your little concert that you were having—“

“I don’t sing in the shower,” Steve feebly argues.

Eddie chuckles under his breath. “Hmm, must live next door to George Michael then,” he muses. His thumb presses into the top of Steve’s spine, running down in a single line. “But I didn’t want to interrupt, so I went out for a little walk around the complex. There weren’t any strong winds. Nobody was outside that early except for a couple smokers. The light breeze was on my face. Felt amazing,” he murmurs. His hand flattens against Steve’s back, swiping up and down and over his shoulder blades. Pressing more firmly where resistance meets his touch.

Continues, “But then, my little walk was interrupted. By the couple that lives in apartment 6A, y’know, on the second floor? Screaming and hollering at each other. They were arguing about—“

“Her dirtbag husband cheating, which was obvious from the start,” they say in unison. Steve snorts and nuzzles his head further into his pillow. His eyes droop more with exhaustion, but his breathing doesn’t completely slow. Still looking on at Eddie for more.

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs. “Told you about it when you got out. You then called Robin and told her all about it. I went to the kitchen while you guys talked. Smiled to myself as I poured coffee into our special mugs.” Steve’s mug is a yellow one that says ‘Keep a Smile on Your Face’ in red text. Eddie’s is a Seattle Pike Place Market mug—white with an array of colorful fruit on it. “Put creamer in mine, the vanilla one that you complain is way too sweet. Splash of whole milk in yours. Set it out on the dining table and made you toast; heavy coat of butter, thin layer of strawberry jam—not jelly.”

During Eddie’s recount, Steve has shuffled closer. Squishing his left arm between their bodies. Nearly nose to nose with each other. Eddie drags his blunt fingernails in counter-clockwise circles on Steve’s lower back, almost tickling him with how light the pressure is. He hums in delight.

“Grabbed oranges for us. Sat at the table and waited. Did the daily crossword in the newspaper before you had the chance, which made you slightly annoyed, but not furious.” Eddie leans into Steve’s space more, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose. Grins to himself when Steve closes his eyes and smiles back. “Gave you the sports page. Which you read while peeling our oranges. And then you passed me yours, I removed the pulp from it. We ate in silence. I sat and thought about how much I love you,” he whispers almost like a confession.

Steve doesn’t say anything, instead basking in the soft touch he’s been given. Soaking it all in, letting himself be drenched with it. His chest warms pleasantly and his stomach flips at Eddie’s words.

Eddie taps his index finger over several areas of Steve’s back. Counting with the lowest and gentlest voice he can muster. Takes the edge of his fingernail and traces lines between the spots. “What’re you doing, Eds?” Steve sleepily asks.

“Making constellations,” he mutters. Eyes watching where his hand moves. “See, here’s a star—“ His finger pats. “—And here’s another,” he states, drawing another line. “There. That’s one constellation. Here comes one more.” Steve lets him do this. It’s the first time this has happened, but he certainly doesn’t want it to be the last. There’s four more constellations that he makes before running his palm heavily against the whole of Steve’s back. “Anyway,” he sighs. “Then, you went to work. And so I cleaned a bit. Did the dishes, wiped the table, organized our movies. Watched a couple reruns of Family Ties. Took a nap and dreamed about you.”

“Dream?” Steve mumbles.

Eddie kisses his clothed shoulder. “Kissed you in it,” he answers. “But I woke up. Made us some dinner. Spaghetti, your favorite. Even grated the parmesan by hand. I know—I’m a very fancy guy, it comes with the name.” Steve makes a half-hearted snort, too muffled by his exhaustion to be a real sound. “You came home. Made my dream come true, kissed you by the door. We ate. Started watching Animal House, with my insistence, even though you tried to protest.”

“You don’t like it,” Steve sighs.

“I do,” Eddie insists softly. “I just like to tease you a little. But I didn’t tonight because I could tell you had a very long day. Dead on your feet, sweetheart. Then, before I knew it, you were half-asleep against my shoulder.” He kisses Steve’s forehead this time. On his cheek. The lobe of his ear. Another to his shoulder. However, he doesn’t go in for one on the mouth. Steve’s breaths have completely slowed, his lips puffing slightly with each exhale, and his eyes remain closed and relaxed. There’s already a line of drool creeping to run down his cheek.

Eddie drags his hand one more time down Steve’s spine. “Night, baby,” he whispers. But it’s washed out by Steve’s soft snores. He tucks the comforter around them, tighter than it was before. Lays himself half over Steve’s back. And kisses the back of his head. Ready for the next time he’ll do this all over again.

——— 2.

Eddie draws him in a little closer. Pressing them against each other’s sides. Steve wraps his arms around Eddie’s waist. Sets his head on his shoulder. And Eddie digs his chin into the top of his head.

They’re an hour into The Labyrinth when Steve gives a sleepy nudge to Eddie’s hand. Reaching behind himself to place Eddie’s palm on his back.

“Over the shirt or under?” Steve is asked.

“Over,” he answers through a sigh. Leans his full body weight into Eddie and watches the next several minutes of their movie knowing Eddie has him. Enjoys the way the dull scratches move his t-shirt, the soft rustle of his clothing being shifted. How his nails dig into him a little bit more on his softer parts, but how they traverse the scarred blades with caution. The circular motions of his fingers a gentle lull.

He hums at the sensation. Falling into it all a little more.

Eddie always enjoys giving Steve back scratches if only to see him fall asleep. Even if it’s on the couch, while they’re watching one of his favorite movies. He switches between etched lines and tracing the shape of Steve’s shoulders blades. Goes from circular scratches to whole palm sweeps. Just to make sure that Steve continues his late night nap. He can always tell when it’s been a long day by two things: when Steve takes a nap, and how he asks for his back to be scratched.

Sometimes, Steve will just ask the question. Usually when he’s more lucid or if he’s still slow to waking up. But, typically, it’s forcing Eddie’s hand on his back. Leaning into the touch. Nuzzling in close and all too warm.

It’s forty minutes later when Steve does wake back up. Rousing gently, slowly. Instead of startling awake like he does with a nightmare. His shoulders shift, shimmying nearly. Arms tighten around Eddie’s waist. Rubbing his cheek against Eddie’s shoulder, lips smearing on his shirt, the drool wetting Eddie’s skin a bit. “Mm, sorry,” he mumbles, “fell asleep during the movie.”

“You’re alright, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs right back. “Back scratch must’ve been good.”

“Should get a job as a professional back scratcher,” Steve says. But his words slur slightly, as if he’s already trying to go back to sleep. It probably doesn’t help that Eddie is still moving his nails over Steve’s shoulders, up to the base of his neck, down his spine.

Eddie snorts. “Getting sleepy, baby?”

“Yeah,” Steve admits with a sigh.

“Alright, Stevie, let’s get you to bed.”

And he starts their nightly routine all over again. Shutting off the movie. Hauling Steve up. Indulging when he wants a back scratch. Telling him about his day.

“It was a great day,” he begins, “because I was able to love you.”

😴—————😴

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year

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A Not So Secret | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - for @acewritesfics ‘s Valentines Day Challenge

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy and (Y/N) think that they're in the clear to spend a quiet Valentine's Day together, but little do they know that their secret may not stay one for long.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2092

A/N: this story was a bunch of fun to write. From the grid, I chose secret relationship, dancing, and staying in…with a little bit of a surprise. I hope it’s not too sappy haha. Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: I’ve also realized that this story is my 100th Tommy x Reader one shot, which is WILD to me. Thanks so much for joining along on my writing journey!! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Comment/Message me if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

(Y/N) was sitting on the couch in the main room of her partner's Watery Lane home. He'd told her to meet her there so that they could spend the day together, but she'd been here now for close to twenty minutes and he hadn't shown up yet. So much for spending Valentine's Day with the person you love, she thought to herself, picking at a fuzz on her dress. She stared at the wall until the green doors on the side wall opened.

She turned just in time to see Tommy Shelby working on shutting and locking them, closing off the living quarters from the busy sounds of the betting shop. Pursing her lips, she held her gaze on him as he turned to look at her. "You told me to be here twenty minutes ago, Tommy. I've been sitting here by myself for..." she couldn't finish her statement because Tommy had made a b-line to the couch and bent down to take her face into his hands and kiss her lips the second he made it over to her.

"'M sorry," he mumbled after pulling away from her lips slightly.

"'S no big deal," she whispered back, her hands tucking behind his ears as she spoke, wanting to keep him as close to her as possible. She always lost her train of thought when he got close to her. Her hold on his head stayed long enough so that she could give him one last kiss before pulling away.

"Happy Valentine's Day, love," he said to her, a smile tugging the right corner of his lips upwards.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Tommy," she responded, smiling up at him as she pulled her legs up on the couch and crossed her arms over her chest, "I'm happy that you didn't leave me lonely for the entire day," she added then, a joking tone laced into her words.

"I'd never do that," he said to her, his tone light because he knew that she was teasing him. "What do you want to do today?" he asked her then, his eyebrows raising slightly.

"You're off?" she checked with him, not wanting to get her hopes up.

"Yeah. I got everything squared away," he nodded. His words made her smile grow.

"In that case..." (Y/N) trailed off, tapping her chin as she looked away from him, showing that she was thinking about her options, "I don't wanna go anywhere today. I just want to stay in with you," she gave her answer after a few moments, looking his way again.

"You want to stay here?" he asked, checking to make sure he'd heard correctly.

"Yes," she nodded assuredly, "there's nothing more that I want to do than to just sit here and spend time with you."

Tommy chuckled at her statement, shaking his head slightly. "Move over then, eh? I'll happily sit with you," he told her, and she did as he said, bringing her legs back down to the ground so there'd be room on the small couch for him to join her.

"I sounded like a poet when I said that, didn't I?" she questioned with a child-like giddiness as she quickly flipped on the seat so that she could lean up against him, hugging him as she nuzzled her face into his neck.

"You did," he answered her, his chuckle tickling her nose from the vibrations. He turned his head to the side and kissed her forehead, smiling against her skin as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He was thankful for having her.

After what he went through in France, Tommy Shelby never thought that he'd be worthy of having such an amazing person wanting to call him 'hers'. She was the schoolteacher in Small Heath, and their paths happened to cross when Tommy went to the school one day after Finn had been going on about a problem he was having with one of his classmates. He, of course, got the problem sorted out, but he didn't expect to gain a lover from it.

They were keeping their relationship under wraps for now because he didn't want her reputation to falter. It was still early in the school year, and she was still trying to convince the parents that she'd be a better teacher for their children rather than the old, rather nasty, woman who'd left the year prior.

Valentine's Day thankfully fell on a weekend this year, which meant that (Y/N) was able to spend the entire day with her love rather than helping a class full of children with making heart-shaped crafts.

"Sitting here is all you want to do today?" Tommy asked her again after they'd been sitting for some time. (Y/N) only hummed in response to his question. She was quite content with what they were doing at the moment. "You don't want to go out to eat...do anything else?" he began going through suggestions.

"No. I only want to stay in with you," she answered him, "and you hardly get time off nowadays...you should be enjoying this," she added, lifting her head from his shoulder to look at him.

"Believe me, love, I am enjoying this," he told her, a grin present on his face, "I just thought you'd want to do something for Valentine's Day."

(Y/N) only smiled at him before she stood from the couch, leaving Tommy looking at her with furrowed eyebrows. She moved over to the newer gramophone that was sitting on the table in the corner of the room. Tommy's aunt, Polly, had just bought it for the home, and (Y/N) just had to turn it on every time she came to the house. She smiled as she dropped the needle down onto the record, making it play before she spun back to Tommy.

"You want to dance?" he questioned her intentions, his eyebrows now raised in intrigue.

"Only if you ask me properly," she told him, smiling as she clasped her fingers together behind her back. Tommy chuckled at her statement before he stood up from the couch and walked over to where she was standing in the middle of the floor.

"Would you like to dance with me?" he formally asked her, tilting his head to the side slightly as he waited for her response.

"Yes," she nodded with a smile, glancing down at Tommy's hand that was extended to her.

Her eyes found his again before she took it, allowing him to pull her closer to his body. He slipped his hands around her waist, hooking them together against the small of her back. She draped her arms over his shoulders, her fingers brushing against the small hairs that sat at the base of his neck. Nothing more was said as they slowly began to sway to the sound of the music coming from the gramophone.

"Isn't this so much nicer than going out and dealing with other people at a restaurant?" (Y/N) asked Tommy after they'd been dancing for a few minutes, lifting her head from his chest to look at him.

Tommy smiled at her, chuckling slightly at her statement before he nodded ever so slightly. "You know I'll never turn down the chance to keep you to myself," he told her, leaning in and matching his lips to hers in a slow kiss. (Y/N) hummed as their lips met, accepting the kiss with a smile. They pulled away and smiled at each other, pressing their foreheads together as their eyes fluttered shut. To Tommy, there wasn't anything in the world that could beat this moment. It was yet another moment where he was wanting to pinch himself to see if this was real or if he was dreaming. But he didn't...because if this was a dream, he wanted to stay in it for as long as possible.

(Y/N) was the one to move her head away from his, and she placed a quick kiss into the crook of his neck before she rested her head against his shoulder again.

Once again, the only sound in the room was the gramophone playing softly. It was a surprise that neither of the two heard the door to the home open, or the footsteps that sounded off of the hardwood in the entryway.

Polly Gray was on her way into the kitchen of the Watery Lane home when what was going on in the living room stopped her in her tracks. Her nephew had his back to her...she knew that it was Tommy because of the gray suit he had on. What she didn't expect to see was a woman's arms around his shoulders. He was sharing a dance with her; a woman who he'd never mentioned nor Polly had never met...or she thought she hadn't. She stayed in the doorway and watched the two as they swayed to the music, deciding against stepping in and breaking their moment together. The smile had just started to creep onto her face when she saw something that made her eyes widen. Realization struck her pretty quickly: Tommy was dancing with Finn's teacher.

(Y/N) almost let out a shriek of surprise when she lifted her head and opened her eyes. The last thing she expected was to see someone standing in the doorway of the home. And to make matters worse, she quickly remembered that person to be Polly Gray, the rather intimidating woman who often brought Finn to school. She hoped that her body didn't tense up too much as a result of her discovery. The fact that Tommy kept his head nestled into the crook of her neck told her that she was most likely in the clear.

She kept her eyes locked onto Polly, wondering what move the other woman would make. At the moment, she was just standing in the doorway, watching the two dance with the slightest smile present on her lips. She prayed to whatever was out there that she wouldn't come over and demand explanations from the both of them. Sure, they were most definitely in order, but (Y/N) really didn't want to get into it now...not when she thought that she'd be spending the entire evening with Tommy, alone.

The two women kept up their staring contest, neither anxious to make the first move. Polly found it amusing, honestly. Tommy was completely oblivious to what was going on, and that surprised her considering the fact that he normally was the first to notice when things went off-kilter. She considered what she should do next. Should she go in and interrupt, or should she leave and ask about it another time?

After holding the younger woman's gaze for a few more moments, until it got to the point where the couple had turned and Tommy was just about facing her, she decided that she would let them be and ask questions at a later date...like when she made sure that Finn would get to school tomorrow. She decided that she'd make a special trip because she knew that she'd get more answers from the schoolteacher rather than her nephew. So she winked at the young woman before she quietly turned and exited the house, leaving (Y/N) and Tommy alone again.

(Y/N) couldn't help but sigh as she saw the front door shut out of the corner of her eye. She'd truly dodged a bullet there...sure she was now in a not so secret relationship now, but she'd be able to enjoy their privacy for the rest of the day at least.

"Everything alright, love?" Tommy asked upon hearing her sigh, moving his head to look at her with furrowed eyebrows.

(Y/N) nodded her head before she spoke: "yes, everything's fine...I'm just really enjoying myself," she told him, her little white lie proving believable when he smiled at her.

"I'm enjoying myself, too," he said then, his statement making a smile form on her face.

She was happy to hear that he was happy. Some interrogation sessions would be occurring in the near future. She knew that for a fact. But that was an easy trade off for what she was doing right now.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Tommy," she said to him, stopping her swaying so that she could pull him into a hug.

"Happy Valentine's Day, (Y/N)," he echoed the sentiment, pulling away from her slightly so that he'd be able to kiss her lips.

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viluvr-archived · 2 years

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Hello!!! I really loved the outcome of the first ask I sent! If you don't mind me requesting again with the same scenario but with Jamil, Azul, Deuce, Silver, Lilia, and Riddle?? if that's alright with you tho! no pressure :) do take care of yourself! thank you again!!

PUTTING BUTTERFLY CLIPS ON THEIR HAIR! p2 .

Jamil , Azul , Deuce , Silver , Lilia , Riddle .

GN!reader .

( A/n : Hello! I'm assuming this is the butterfly rqs ^^ tagging the person who has the biggest crush on Silver @twstwonderlandstuff 😈 )

Part 1 | Part 2 .

JAMIL !

Looking at the scenario, it's very evident that Jamil doesn't have a lot of time, considering the fact he's taking care of Kalim and supervising him is already a heavy burden to him.

"Jamiiill! Look here!" His head whipped around to see what you were holding, and no matter how busy he was he'd never not pay attention to you.

"Hm? Butterfly clips..? You wanna try 'nother hairstyle babe?" He was sure it was for you until, "Yeah! But... I kinda,, wanna try it on you! Will you PRETTY PLEASE ALLOW ME TO DO SOOO?"

Oh, it was.. for him? Well, let's think about what could happen, the vice house warden of Scarabia wearing such childish hair ornaments? It'd make his, Kalim, and his family, the whole dorm's reputation tarnished! Wait, why's he thinking about that? It's his lover whom he loves dearly, there's no such thing as making them upset.

And with a deep sigh but with a content small smile, he allows them to do so "Well.. go ahead, just be careful with the braids, 'kay?" You squealed excitedly, rushing up to Jamil, kissing his cheek, and hugging him "Aww really!? Thanks, Jamillll! You're the best!" He loves hearing your content happiness and praises, what's a little suffering about looking childish if it made you and him happy?

"Hold on! Don't move, 'm putting the last piece of the clip!!" It was the least to say he fell asleep at the process. "Mmm, ya done?" You hand him a small mirror while nodding.

"Sooo? What d'ya think?" There was a light blush on his cheeks, "Good.. I like it, y/n" "Aw, don't be so sappy babe! Cmon, you look adorbs!" Yeah, he was definitely gonna sigh deeply and tackle you to the ground and tickle you.

AZUL !

He surprisingly agrees quite fast with some little convincing! All he's worried about is of course the Tweels, his intimidating character but then again, he's lucky he has a lover! Why not give them happiness every second, day, minute, and week.

"Tell me if I pull on your hair too much 'kay?" He nods slightly still not used to laying his head on your thighs, he must keep focus! And no embarrassing himself in front of his lover.

"'S ok Azul, you can relax" an airy chuckle came out of your mouth, oh no, was he too obvious! Please, and your laugh? Graceful. He can't embarrass himself anymore!!

"Yes.. of course, I'm relaxed y/n. What makes you think that... that I'm not..?" "Sure Mr. I'm intimidating!" You chuckle quietly at him and then kissed his cheek. Oh no, he was about to explode for sure.

"One more thing Azul.. wait! Don't look yet!" You've manage to add a pearl clip on his long hair strand, oh he looked beautiful with it. The long strand of his hair was bothering him these days, and there's a special clip for it.

He faces the mirror, oh.. he likes how he looked but, wait, do you like how he looks!? Surely you must because.. you did this, right?

"Done! You look cute, Azul. If I knew better, I would've done this way back then."

"Hey, Azuuuull! There's an annoying costum.. er.." Crap, Floyd Leech?! He's definitely gonna... "Jade... Jade, Jade, Jade!!.. Loo!" Before Floyd could finish his sentence he was dragged by Azul into the room

"Floyd! What did I tell you about knocking before you enter?!" "Eh!? But... hey! Why did you pull me here!" Azul sighed deeply. "I'll give you a raise and, a shift off. IF, AND ONLY IF you don't tell anyone this."

Floyd pondered long and hard enough.. he wasn't gonna work as much.. and he even gets a raise!.. yeah, he can definitely keep his mouth shut about this deal and what happened!

"Ya got it Azul!" "Good! Leave, now!" Well, he needs to be more careful next time.

DEUCE !

Deuce was studying when you came up to him, he was studying really hard to pass the mid-terms!

"Hey, Deuce! What ya doin' ?" God, he swears he'd pass out hearing that you say his name even if it's just his name!

"Studying! Yeah... studying.." you chuckle at his nervousness. "Chill! I got you these! Now before you judge it, it'll feel relaxing when I play with your hair" oh, yes! Of course, you were being a good partner, an angel! You're a dream he says in his head.

"So.. may I?" "You may" while putting the hair clips on his hair, slowly stroking his hair, and lightly massaging his scalp, he was about to sleep! No, he can't sleep while you do this and he was studying.

After you finish putting the hair clips on his hair, he actually ended up liking it a lot,, really!

He doesn't wanna take them off! Plus, as far as he remembers there were no rules about having hair clips on.. hed get to enjoy them, and he won't get "off with your head!"

He's glaring at anyone who looks at him with a funny look, and Ace is no exception. No one makes fun of what you do, especially if it's for him.

SILVER !

It doesn't take much for him not to agree, after all, that's his reason to refuse? And he'd also fall asleep while you do so, so it's a win-win situation

"You wanna put those on my hair..? Sure :)" he's stiff as hell, he looks like a rock, is he even breathing? He knows Lilia would tease him for the clips, Sebek would scold him for not being a proper knight, and God knows who'd judge him for it. But he'd be willing to do anything to see you smile and be happy, even if it'd take for him to hear his old man's teasing and Sebeks' loud complaining voice.

Make sure to take pictures when you're done since it's 99% sure that he's still sleeping when you're done. He looks cute!

Everyone was staring at him when he went back to his dorm, he was confused (since he fell asleep, he doesn't remember 50% of what happened) not until.. Lilia came up to him "Oh? Silver you have butterflies on your hair! Did dear y/n put those on you while you were peacefully sleeping?" Lilia laughs at him a bit.

Oh, that's right, you were having fun with him putting those butterfly clips, he thought so. His peace was immediately ruined when Sebek stepped into the room

"You... human! That isn't suitable for a knight in training to serve the young master!" Silver was already sighing deeply while Lilia laughs at the two, "Bye old man, I'm going to y/n.. to sleep" "Hey! You human escaping! Come back here" "No thank you."

LILIA !

He's ecstatic! Sure, sure, are these what youngsters do? Would he look just as cool? Oh, he can't wait to show it to Sebek, Malleus, and Silver!

"Go ahead! Take your time dearie, Diasomnia doesn't have any practices today!" He's hoping his way like a bunny making his way to you.

He moves quite a bit so pull on his hair as a warning, he's an old man, why's he moving so much? Kidding, kidding! He's just really excited to see the outcome that he'd sound like the kid who asks their parents "are we there yet?" Every trip.

"Lilia, Lilia! 'M done! Do you want... oh.." and before you could finish your sentence he took the mirror from you! "Apologies dear! Couldn't help it! It looks so... cool! Was that the word for it? Cater told me it meant like awesome or somethin'.." laughing at his cute but funny antics, you know how excited he is to show it to his not so adopted kids.

"Go ahead Lilia, 's ok. Show your kids the butterfly clips and small braids" he's staring at you with a small smile, "well, I shall thank you for what you have done! I'll see you later, dear!" He left a smooch on your cheek and then disappeared like thin air.

"Hey, hey, look! Check this out!" Malleus was distracted by the butterflies and he thinks the braids were pretty "I want one too..." Lilia could see Malleus poutin' "Hah! Now I'm the one who looks cool! Pretty groovy huh! Wait was groovy the word for it?" That day the dorm was filled with ecstasy.

RIDDLE !

Wellll, with a lot of convincing then he'd agree. Just make sure not to show the pictures to Ace.. or anyone! Wait, what do you mean you're making it your wallpaper? You cant!

"You really wanna.. do this?.." he sounds like he wants you to rethink your decisions, "Yes! Yes, I do! Now, lay down and stay still. Please." He sighs knowing there's nothing he can do to make you back out.

"Oh, Mr. Rosehearts, 'm done! You look so, so, so adorable!" You left a small little peck on his right cheek that made him red.. he isn't angry! He's just.. flustered.

"Yes. I can see that!" He coughs to cover up his flustered state. You hand him the mirror and as he gently took it from you, hey he thinks it's not so bad.. and it matches the dorm's aesthetic.. wait, there's a rose clip?

When he saw the rose clip, it made him a lot redder, (if that's even possible for his state!) He of course being the good, gentleman, the lover he is, thanks his partner for letting him experience.. this kind of thinking

Still, don't let anyone see the pictures you've taken of him! But it's not that he'd be angry at you, so...

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your bookstore crush III

➳ alhaitham x gn!reader

➳ oneshot, 1.4k

➳ cw. fluff, established relationship, this turned sappy lol, modern au, maybe alhaitham is a bit ooc here

your bookstore crush? more like your bookstore boyfriend [14.11.2022]

[part one + part two]

@yukina-otome you asked for a tag so here it is!

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The days you spent working at the bookstore always went by swiftly and rapidly, and you found yourself enjoying every minute of it. Sorting books, talking to customers and seeing them leave satisfied with their purchase, interacting with your handsome co-worker – who you happened to be dating, all in an environment you loved a lot. You grew to adore the little bookstore on the corner of the street all over again.

So why leave when the day of labor was over?

At some point, a few weeks ago, the two of you lingered in the store until long after Alhaitham switched the sign on the door from open to closed. Choosing a dark corner, obscured from sight by the tall bookshelves and cozied up by the dimmed lights, you sat for at least two hours, talking quietly and enjoying each other’s company.

And that grew into a habit.

You never did anything in particular. You and Alhaitham simply closed down the store for the day and retreated to your favorite spot, where an old sofa stood against the wall for people who felt like reading while they were in the store. It was that sofa where you cuddled for the first time, where you had your first kiss, where he allowed you to be so close to him in the most peaceful way possible. You loved the little corner of the store, and it was such a nice spot to wind down together after a few hours of work. After all, it was your spot, of you and Alhaitham.

“What a day,” you sighed, gently sitting down next to your boyfriend. “I don’t say this often, but I’ve had enough books for today. I’ve spent three hours moving around that new batch of fantasy novels and I’m still not entirely done yet.”

Okay, you weren’t one to complain often, but those were a lot of books and you had to move them around all by yourself since today had been filled with customers. Alhaitham simply had been too busy to help you out. You didn’t mind, nor did you hold it against him, but you had to blow off some steam.

“I wish I could’ve lent you a hand, Y/N,” Alhaitham replied earnestly. “I’m not sure why it was so particularly busy today.”

“It’s fine,” you reassured him. “That only means that the store is proving to be a success, right? That’s a good thing.”

“That might be so, but I don’t want you to overwork yourself,” the male reasoned. He offered you a stern look. “Maybe my father should hire someone extra. I have a roommate who can use some money so maybe I can get him a job here.”

“Maybe,” you muttered, pulling your knees to your chest and leaning against Alhaitham with a tired sigh. Okay, you were cooked, but you weren’t too sure if finding an extra employer would make you any happier. You loved working with Alhaitham only. It made the bookstore feel quite intimate, as if it was something between you, and you didn’t want to throw that away.

Alhaitham watched your expression turn sour as your thoughts progressed, but he said nothing regarding it; it wasn’t that hard to guess what was on your mind and now that he thought about it, he found himself agreeing with you. He didn’t want anyone to get in the way of what you had going on in the little bookstore.

“Just don’t overwork yourself, okay? That’d be troublesome,” he said, slowly draping his arm over your shoulders and pulling you a little closer against himself.

“Aww, look at you caring about me,” you cooed, getting cozy against him. “You must really like me.”

“Y/N, we’ve been dating for two months,” the male with silver hair deadpanned. “Of course I really like you.”

He gave you a look and you grinned.

“It’s cute to hear you say it out loud.”

“Apologies, I assume I don’t do so enough,” Alhaitham admitted.

You gazed at him for a moment. His turquoise eyes rested on you solemnly and his expression was as serious as always, but the dimmed lighting made his hair look absolutely fluffy and the male looked softer than ever before. You smiled giddily. He was handsome and adorable!

“That’s okay,” you smiled. “That only makes it more meaningful when you actually say it.”

And it really was okay. Alhaitham was a quiet lover, far from being over the top about it. His love language was subtle, without caps lock and exclamation marks. Having Alhaitham love you brought you a way more mellow side of him, yet it was still so skillfully hidden under his stoic mask. Your days were filled with stolen glances, and his turquoise gaze would grow softer every time his eyes locked with yours. Your days were filled with compliments and sweet nothings hidden in deadpanned remarks that may sound like sarcasm but were heartfelt and sincere – you knew him well enough to know. And then there was the way he loved having you near him, either with your hand snuggly in his or to have you cuddled against him on the sofa – while he pretended to be totally unaffected and that was the biggest lie because he adored every second of your presence.

Would you ever fully break through his stoic facade? You had no idea, but you didn’t mind either way. You loved Alhaitham the way he was, just like the way he loved you. Blunt, serious, unfazed, secretly a tease sometimes, a sucker for dried Zaytun peaches. That was your Alhaitham.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” the male questioned after a while.

You snapped from your thoughts, blinking a few times before regaining your composure after being shaken from your little daze. You shot him a sheepish grin; you got caught.

“Because you’re handsome,” you bluntly said, shifting on the sofa so that you were facing him. “Do you know how much I like you?”

“Judging from the heart-eyes you have when you look at me? A lot,” Alhaitham guessed. “Y/N, I hope you’re also aware of how much I like you.”

“Hmmm,” you hummed teasingly. “I don’t know. Unlike you, I’m not an academic genius.”

“I don’t think either of us needs a degree in how much we like each other,” the male with silver hair reasoned dryly. “As I mentioned before, I like you a lot.”

He spoke in all seriousness, and that was one of the many things you liked about him. He was earnest and serious, blunt and bold. He was also very serious about you and he didn’t beat around the bush when he told you so. The way he looked at you so solemnly made your heart swell.

“Oh, I think I already got that degree the moment I saw you,” you added to the joke, before turning serious. “I don’t think I can like someone as much as I like you.”

Why were the two of you turning so… sappy? Maybe it was simply because both of you were tired after a long day. and the fair share of boldness you adopted from Alhaitham was also playing its part. Usually it wasn’t like that. Most of the time you sat against Alhaitham as he was reading a book, often talking but never like this despite dating for two months already. But you liked it. You liked this sort of conversation with him.

“You speak big words, Y/N,” your boyfriend pointed out.

“I mean it, though,” you swore. “I’m as serious as you are.”

“Nice try, but you’ll never be as serious as I am.” Alhaitham gently flicked your forehead before turning away and grabbing the book that lay on the armrest of the sofa. But you saw it; the rare little smile that rested on his lips as he did so.

Silence followed, in which Alhaitham grew immersed in his book and you rested against him comfortably, thinking about the words that still lingered in the air. Your conclusion? Alhaitham was down bad for you in his own way, but you were so just as much.

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham genshin impact #al haitham #alhaitham x you #alhaitham imagine #alhaitham imagines #al haitham x reader

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gaytventhusiast · 22 days

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Labels, Asexuality, Aromanticism and Headcanon.

I need to just get this off my chest because it's a common trend I've noticed in a couple fandoms I'm in and I think it needs to be discussed. Of course I'm open to discussion on this. There's a chance I'm wrong.

Something about the way fandom treats s/x repulsed characters in media just sits with me bad. In multiple fandoms I've been in now, I've witnessed a clearly stated canonically s/x repulsed asexual character be put into 'intimate' situations under guise of a 's/x positive' interpretation. What bothers me, personally, is that these characters don't and would never. One example is with Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives. I have accidentally stumbled across explicit fics involving him before that are tagged 's/x positive asexual Jonathan Sims'. But the thing about him is that at no point in the podcast is he even mentioned to be asexual. In fact, the information you get about him is actually that he simply doesn't. That is all you know, that he doesn't, ever. And yet, due to the nuances of the asexual label and the fact that that description of Jon technically puts him under it, folks have been using those technicalities to put him into scenarios he never would enter into. As much as I hate to say it, it almost feels like there's a sort of s/x repulsed asexual erasure going on within the aspec community. And for context, this is coming from an aspec who is positive about that kind of intimacy. This is not just limited to asexuality either. I've also witnessed this happening to aromantic characters with fandom putting them in 'queer platonic relationships' that read as romantic ones. There is nothing wrong with enjoying a platonic pairing, in fact, I'm all for it. But time and time again I see sappy art with blushing or otherwise romantic undertones and I feel... just sort of weird about it. I understand where this all comes from. People have a desire to see themselves in characters and I respect that. But you can do that without the erasure of both asexuals and aromatics that simply do not. When it comes to being aro and/or ace, I recognise that, I, as someone who, although aspec, is still is open to relationships and 'intimacy', am far less scrutinised for it by society than those who aren't. And although sadly there is barely any representation in media for the kind of aspec I am, it doesn't mean that it feels okay to erase other asexual identities and their representation in the process. Summary: So this is all to say. It personally makes me uncomfortable when I see Repulsed Asexual and Aromatic characters turned pseudo-s/xual and romantic by the fans through the use of Label Nuances and Technicalities. (Note: This is not intended to be an attack on anyone personally. I simply think it's a much needed to be discussed topic that I've noticed happening more and more recently) On a more positive note: For anyone looking for aspec representation that involves a character who loves the idea of romance and has experienced giddy feelings in the past but comes to the realisation they might be aromantic through the help of an aroace friend, go listen to The Penumbra Podcast season 4 episode 'Rita Minute 4: 4Ever Love'. I've never felt so seen in terms of my sexuality before. It's an underrated gem of an aspec central minisode.

#cw: sex mention #asexual #aromantic #aroace #opinion #media #tma #hazbin hotel #open to discussion #yes this is also about Alastor from hazbin hotel #I know he's a tumblr sexyman but that doesn't make him a tumblr sexman #gaytventhusing

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kimsohn · 6 months

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how to (not) get away with murder | teaser

pairing . ceo! eric sohn x assassin! gn reader about . wc tbd (20k+), angst + fluff (will include themes of suicide, murder, death, and the characters are stupid and unrealistic) release date . tbd tagging: @mosviqu

synopsis . you think it's a sick twist of fate when you're tasked to kill your childhood crush, but you take the job anyway in desperate need of money. too bad you happen to be the sole witness of his resurrection and the only person he trusts to help him find his supposed murderer (aka you). note . this was supposed to be a fic for a valentines day collab but i think i forgot about the cute sappy romance aspect LOLL. loosely inspired by the kdrama abyss (and not by the show how to get away with murder) 🤞 also this fic includes heavy themes so fair warning! send an ask / dm to be tagged (if you aren't already on my taglist)

“I have a question…” Eric trails off, suddenly shying away from your gaze as he curls into the back of the couch.

You raise your eyebrow, curiosity clouding your gaze as he turns off the hair dryer to place it beside him. Without the fan sound, the atmosphere feels more intimate, but you’re not exactly sure if that’s a good thing with the predicament you’ve gotten yourself into. A simple question could make or break your relationship with the boy shifting next to you, and you're praying for the former.

Eric has just come back into your life, and you don’t want him gone just yet.

“Shoot.”

“If you were my fiancé, would you have liked me? Or would you have faked it?”

You don’t know what question you were expecting, but it certainly isn’t that. For the first time since you’ve met Eric, you find yourself scrambling as you try to formulate a response.

“Why are you even asking me this question? I’m probably the most unlikely person to date you.”

You notice that Eric sports the injured puppy expression, the one that always makes you cave in. Unfortunately, this time is no different.

“Okay, fine. I guess by now you know I’m not the type of person to care about physical appearance. You have a good personality too, a great one even—"

"But would you have liked me?" he asks again, thumbing at the strands of your hair that are still dripping water.

He’s so painfully oblivious that your heart aches. You hate the mere implications of this question, and you hate that you’re torturing him this way because his expectant gaze only reminds you of how much it’ll hurt when you let him down.

"Yeah," you whisper finally, seeing him light up after your prolonged silence. "I would've liked you."

Your resolve breaks into pieces when he leans in the press a soft kiss to your cheek. The butterflies in your stomach have now turned into moths, but even the uneasiness settling in your stomach can’t prevent your flustered feelings as his lips pull away. Your thoughts wander off to how you would’ve felt if his lips had caressed yours instead, but as you stare at the dazed expression on his face, you remind yourself that he’ll probably never look at you the same way again.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N,” he whispers, flicking away a droplet gathered at one of your hair strands as he pushes himself off the couch.

You know the emotions you feel towards Eric are simply dangerous. He wouldn’t even spare a second glance toward you once he found out the truth, and you know that you’re only hurting him by keeping your identity a secret. It’s dangerous being around him, extremely, but as you fall into a restless sleep, you allow yourself one moment of lenience to fall for him completely and wholeheartedly, heart and soul alike.

Little did you know it would be the last time Eric would ever allow you that chance again.

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midgardian-witch · 11 months

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mirror with steven😭😭

I am so sorry for taking so long to respond to this, anon. I do hope you'll enjoy this even though you sent in this request a while ago. (This drabble did turn out slightly longer than my usual ones. I just got really inspired by that prompt apparently)

Mirror, Mirror

tags: established relationship | self-image issues | innuendo | sub!Steven and Dom!Reader if you squint | gn!reader

ships: Steven Grant/Reader

AO3

Edit: added AO3 link

[MIRROR] Person A puts Person B in-front of a mirror and points out each part they love about Person B.

I wish you could see yourself the way I do - you've heard that sentence many times, in rom coms, in song lyrics. It's a bit sappy to be fair. It's certainly not a sentence you'd ever thought you would ever use in your life. And yet it does feel rather fitting right now.

Here you are, watching your boyfriend get dressed for your date. You’re almost salivating at how adorable and cute and fucking hot he looks. At the same time you can hear Steven muttering to himself, how he doesn't look good, how he 'looks like a knob', getting more and more frustrated with himself.

Steven is the type of person that just doesn’t see himself the way others do. And it perplexes you time and time again. How can he not realize how gorgeous he is?

Swiftly you push yourself off of the chair you’re sitting on and make your way over to Steven. You don’t let his muttering perturb you as you lay your hands on his strong shoulders and look over them into the mirror in front of him. He startles for a moment before he realizes it’s you and his lips that a moment before were turned into a displeased frown curl into a soft, besotted smile at the sight of you.

“Heya, love. Just give me a moment, I’ll be ready as soon as I get this done,” he says, lifting the half-done tie up a little for emphasis. You hum thoughtfully, your hands kneading his tense shoulders. He leans into your touch intuitively before he gently swats your hands away. “If you distract me then we won’t be on time. I know I am not much to show off but I want to at least try,” he mutters and then tries to play things off with a laugh. His smile is strained and it almost breaks your heart.

You shake your head, unbelieving. What happened that he would even think that about himself? You wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him back towards you. “You’re wrong. And this won’t do,” you say as your hands take hold of his tie and undo what progress Steven had made thus far. He opens his mouth ready to either complain or ask what you are doing but you don’t let him get far enough to know for sure. “No. It’s my turn to talk now, baby,” you tell him in a stern voice you usually reserve for more intimate scenarios. Steven clears his throat and you can see his cheeks start to flush at your tone of voice. With a pleased smile on your face you continue to unravel the tie and then continue by opening up the first few buttons on the crisp white shirt he had put on for tonight.

“You know you look amazing, right?”

Steven waves you off. “Of course you say that. You’re biased, love. I will admit I don’t know why you went for this,” he gestures towards his own body before continuing “But I am happy for it. Doesn’t mean you have to lie for my sake.”

You can see Steven struggling not to comment on your actions, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion by what to him must seem like you undoing all the work he has put into, well, looking put together for you.

You enjoy the sight for a moment: your loving boyfriend in your arms, cheeks flushed and shirt undone. With all your willpower you drag your thoughts away from how much prettier he would look if you tussled him up a bit further and instead focus on your initial, if not at all well-thought out plan: Show Steven that he is indeed a very attractive man.

“So this is how this is going to go. I will talk and I don’t want to hear another bad word about yourself.”

Steven swallows hard and nods hesitantly, his eyes focused on your reflection in the mirror. You grin, your hands gliding teasingly over his (for now) clothed torso before you wrap your arms fully around him and pull him into your embrace once again.

“Let’s start with your face,” you begin. You’re describing your favorite parts of his pretty face: how his eyes have this beautiful deep brown color that you just want to look into forever, how his nose scrunches up so adorably when he dislikes something, how his full eyebrows remind you of a muppet and you think that’s cute. At that last comment he gives you the aforementioned nose scrunch of displeasure but doesn’t say anything in protest. You continue talking about every small detail that you like about his face: the shape of his strong nose, his very kissable lips, the way he blushes so beautifully, his jawline that is cut like a greek statue and even his ears. With every new part you mention you can see his cheeks flush even brighter.

Your hands travel over his torso up towards his shoulders. You make a show of looking thoughtful for a moment before kissing his cheek. Steven turns his face towards you, his teeth worrying his bottom lip, just begging to be kissed. You smile at him and lean forward, capturing his full lips in a kiss. Meanwhile your hands make quick work of his shirt, opening his buttons with skilled fingers and finally pulling it half way off of his shoulders. As you pull back from the kiss Steven lets out a confused whine. It takes him a moment before he realizes that you have slowly undressed him while you had him distracted with that kiss.

At the confused look on his face you give him a small laugh. “Oh baby, we are not done yet,” you say teasingly, “There is so much more of you that I love besides your face.”

You continue talking about the different parts of Steven’s body that you adore: his strong shoulders, his arms that feel perfect around you when he hugs you, his hands that just fit perfectly in yours, his chest which is the ideal pillow to fall asleep on, his nipples that are so responsive to your touch. Steven gasps, holding back a moan, as you tease his nipples gently for emphasis. You decide to have some mercy on him at least and drop your hands from his chest towards his stomach. “I love that you’re still soft here even with your muscles. Makes cuddling so much better,” you admit before your hands travel down even further.

Steven keens as your fingers glide over the slowly growing bulge in his pants. You lean in closer towards him, your lips all but brushing the shell of his ear. “I love this too, but I think you know that, don’t you, baby?” you whisper as you cup his clothed cock in your hand. “You have such a pretty cock. It’s the perfect size. And you make me feel so good with it too.”

Steven moans, unable to hold back anymore, as his hips start to move without his permission. You see that the flush of his cheeks has long since traveled down further and you are sure that if you were to take off his pants you'd see his cock flushed just the same. He whimpers in protest as you let go of his erection and instead grab his very shapely ass with both hands. “Oh and this too. Your ass is fantastic, baby. Nice and round, soft yet firm. Not to mention all the fun things we can do with it too.”

As you look back into the mirror you can see in his reflection that Steven is ready to just bend over and let you have him. Gone is the look of utter defeat and displeasure with himself. Instead before you stands a gorgeous mess of a man, skin flushed, cock pressing painfully against his pants and eyes so full of adoration, love and lust that it takes your breath away.

“Do you see it? Do you see how beautiful you are?”

Steven squirms against you, mouth opening and closing uselessly before he nods. “Y-Yes, love.”

Slowly your hands find their way to the front of his pants again. “I don’t want to go out for our date anymore. How about we stay in tonight?” you offer with a grin as you pop the bottom of his dress pants. Steven nods frantically. As you take off his pants and underwear with one swift motion you take a moment to admire the beauty that is your boyfriend before you eagerly drag him away from the mirror towards your bedroom.

#steven grant/reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight #moon knight/reader #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fanfiction #fran-writes

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minkkumaz · 10 months

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hello :) I loved your yungyu imagine! i hope it isn’t annoying asking for another one…? maybe the reader is also an idol and she and yungyu do an interview together and flirt with each other ?!

THEY DON'T KNOW ABOUT US

dating within the idol industry was strictly forbidden. yet behind the scenes, you and yungyu have something that could only be described as 'a little more than friends.' after he sees you after music bank, he has something to tell you.

PAIRING lee yungyu x fem!reader WC 0.9k TAGS friends to lovers. fluff. mutual pining. OMI NOTE omg anon it is totally not annoying. i am madly in love with yungyu so i feel so happy someone else wants a yungyu request. don't be afraid to send more once my ask box opens up again, i love writing for him. <3 this is a tiny bit different from your ask but i hope you still like it.

when yungyu gave you soft looks from his side of the stage, you tried your best to bite back a smile. music events were your worst enemy, getting to see your cute boy - crush perform with his group and listen to hundreds of fans call out his name.

but none of them knew anything about the two of you, what happened behind closed doors. he dedicated his ending fairy to you. something sweet that only you guys knew, something sacred that would be forbidden to the public.

it wasn’t a secret that there were strict rules that enforced zero dating in the industry. dating scandals negatively effected the picture perfect image that idols had to maintain. you and yungyu knew that better than anyone, but it couldn’t pry either of you apart.

nobody caught on how close you guys were, not even your companies. yungyu’s group tried tirelessly to help you guys cover up your tracks just to see him happy. their bond was truly unbreakable and you somewhat envied that. it was difficult to hang around the group in public as a whole without problems arising.

this was the sad part of being a soloist, not having a group to rely on that could help you with your stupid relationship issues. yet he was always there to be your comfort, your home.

somewhere behind the scenes, when he saw you for the first time he almost fell in love. you’d never forget when seungheon told you how hard he worked to give you a good stage. since then it became history.

hanging out whenever you could, accidentally falling asleep on his shoulder and waking up to a pitch black practice room at four in the morning.

it was sappy moments like those that you clung onto, memories that rested inside the company building. especially when you had to make a sneaky escape from his personal office room. there wasn’t a label on things, however, so sometimes you felt confused.

so like every other day, not being able to cheer as loudly for your closest friend, you held back. the event ended after everyone finished with their performances and awards were given out. since you were the honorable mc alongside two others, you stepped aside to a room where you were meant to interview them.

they piled in, and you tried to avoid eye contact with yungyu as not to raise suspicion, bowing a little lower than usual because of this.

“let’s welcome rookie group, 8turn, back from their comeback stage!” your told the camera whilst your partner clapped lightly, “say hello!”

“whose turn? 8turn! hello we are 8turn!" they introduced happily.

“how do you guys feel finally being able to perform your first comeback?” your partner asked.

“all of us have definitely worked very hard towards this, and we’re glad to show everything to our turnings!” jaeyun told, earning nods from all the other boys.

“well i would love to know who your guys biggest inspiration was during these times!” you looked as jaeyun passed the mic over to yungyu.

“my biggest inspiration recently has been my closest friend outside of all of this. she– they. yes they have always been so kind and um,” he pauses, “i really enjoy being around them, and they’re always making me feel like my best so i really appreciate them for that.”

while the other mc is clapping, you blush profusely. there was the assumption there that he was talking about you, the chances weren’t zero. it was one of the riskiest things he’s done, especially that slip up.

“ahm– i’m glad you find such inspiration in your friends! you guys have worked very hard. 8turn fighting!” you stuttered out.

the cameras dropped and you quickly bowed before turning away from the boys. the day had run long and you needed some fresh air after their interview.

you walked off into the hall and grabbed a soft drink from the vending machine before sitting yourself on the stairs. cracking open the tap, you took a sip. there were quiet footsteps in the distance that grew louder, you paid it no mind.

“y/n!” a voice said, who you easily were able to recognize as yungyu's.

“yungyu, what are you doing here shouldn’t you be with you group?” you questioned him as he sat down next to you on the stairs.

“yeah but they let me come find you.” he paused, “you know i was talking about you during the interview right?”

“you were?”

“of course i was! how could i not? you really have been my biggest inspiration ever since i met you.” he admit, letting his hand slightly graze over yours.

“thank you.. but we can’t be this close while we are in public yungyu, we’ll get hell from the company.” you tried to move your hand away but he was quicker to intertwine your fingers.

“y/n this is so stupid. i really really like you and i hate hiding this. you don’t think they’d maybe be a little bit supportive?”

“wait hold on let’s back track for a second, you like me?” the shock on your face made him laugh.

“oh my gosh you seriously didn’t know i liked you?”

“i thought it was one sided this whole time i feel so stupid!” you pout.

“you’re so cute, i can’t believe you didn’t realize.” he smiled at you, turning your head to face him slightly. the touch made you turn red.

“soo.. what now?” you mumbled

“something something, maybe we kiss.”

your lips parted slightly as your eyes went wide, making him smile even bigger. he leaned into you and left a small tap on your lips.

“you better hope we don’t get caught you idiot.”

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javierpena-inatacvest · 6 months

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1K Followers Celebration!!!

UM HI?!? YOU GUYS, WHAT THE FUCK?! I don't know where the hell all y'all gathered from to come listen to my ramblings, but I cannot express how grateful I am for each and every one of you- I know I've said this before, and I'll say it again, but when I first posted the first few chapters of NTL on a whim a few months ago, I truly thought nothing would ever come of it. The fact that there are so many of you who have read this story, let alone enjoy it and come back for more means more to me than you'll ever know. I love all of you so much, thanks for coming along with me on this crazy ride, because I wouldn't be here without you 😭🫶🏻💕

OKAY SAPPY MOMENT OVER, LET'S GET TO THE FUN STUFF 🤪

I thought it would be fun to celebrate 1K to do some fun asks! You guys always are giving me great ideas for things and I love your input (it's the relentless people pleaser in me) but I figured I would let y'all ask away with some fun NTL/Javi and Osita/Personal questions!!! Send me anything from this list (or anything else you can think of) and I'll answer!! I'll keep my asks open for the next few days 😎

I love all of you so so SO much, big forehead kisses and hugs to each and every one of you 🥹💕

*Answered questions/responses are linked!*

Javi and Osita

What's their favorite thing about each other?

What's the thing that annoys them the most about the other?

Their favorite places/things to do when they go on a date? (besides sex, that will get its own question(s), don't worry LOL)

Favorite outfit the other wears?

What they wear on a normal day?

What they were like as kids?

Favorite book/movie/TV show?

Javi's least favorite school related activity Osita asks him to help with?

What did they study in college/favorite subject in school growing up?

Are they morning or night people?

What they admire the most about each other?

What's their biggest insecurity?

What are their bad habits?

What are their biggest regrets?

Biggest fears for the future?

Favorite thing to do with each other?

Each other's non-sexual turn ons?

Each other's sexual turn ons?

Things that are hard nos for them during sex?

Favorite place to have sex?

Favorite position(s)?

How they can tell that they know the other is horny/wants to have sex?

Realistically, how many kids do they actually want? (I know, I know, at this rate they'd have 47 children)

They both really don't care, but do they hope that their kids are girls, boys or a mix of both?

Generally, what will they be like as parents?

You pick, ask me any question you can think of that isn't on here!

NTL Universe (Tell me yours answers or I can tell you mine!)

What's your favorite chapter?

What's your favorite drabble/one-shot?

What's your least favorite chapter/one-shot (I promise I won't be offended hahah)

Who's your favorite character?

Who's your least favorite character?

What's your favorite smut scene?

What's smut you've already seen from NTL and want more of?

What's smut you haven't seen yet that you want?

What's something you want to see happen in the future? (places they go, situations they find themselves in, etc...)

Characters you want to see more/less of?

Give a summary of the next chapter/one-shot you're working on

Ask me something about a thing that hasn't happened yet in NTL and I'll give you a spoiler for it (I'll tag it so if you don't want to see it you won't!)

Ask me something that isn't on here!

Personal Questions

What do I picture Osita looking like?

What has been my favorite part about writing NTL?

What's been my least favorite part?

Where/when do I normally write?

Madeline, how actually self indulgent is Osita?

Are there any characters that were inspired by people I know?

Does anyone in my life know I write NTL?

How would I describe my personality?

Weird fun fact about me?

Why is Javi my favorite Pedro character?

What other jobs did I consider before going into teaching?

What other things do I do for fun besides write?

I'm an open book, you can ask ya girl pretty much anything!

#javier peña #javi peña x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena imagine #javier pena x f!reader #javier peña fanfiction #Javi x Osita

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my-own-walker · 11 months

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On The Other Line - Epilogue

note: sorry this took so fucking long i literally forgot about it lmao. many thanks to the anon that reminded me.

summary: the happy happy ending, marital bliss and such

warnings: none, just like fluffy stuff

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The vanity mirror in front of me lit up my face unforgivingly. I sat staring at my reflection, all too critical of the person staring back at me. Sighing, I picked up my moisturizer and got to work. An attempt to not feel so gross.

It had been years since Colin and I made the promise to each other to be together. 6, actually. 6 years ago to the day.

The date held a certain significance to both of us. Exactly two years after Colin's plea for us to give things a try behind the library, we got married. It was a small ceremony in the Easttown Fire Hall, the cheapest venue. The reception began as soon as we said our 'I do's.' We cleared out the makeshift 'altar' and it became our dance floor.

Small, yes, but also beautiful. I wore a vintage gown. A yellowing babydoll fit floor-length dress with deteriorating lace detailing and sheer fabric sleeves. It was my grandmother's. Colin had only proposed a few months prior. He was so excited to marry me, we rushed the whole ceremony. Looking back, I wouldn't have it any other way.

He wore a deep blue suit. He stood so stiffly at the altar it was as if he was in the police academy again. He cried as he said his vows. We danced all night in mutual bliss, surrounded by our closest family and friends. My Uncle Nick cried, too, when he made his speech, harkening back to the night we first met in his bar. It made him happy to take ownership of the beginning of our relationship like that.

Our first dance was to 'Waterloo Sunset,' by The Kinks. I didn't want anything sappy. Colin cried regardless.

Our tradition became going on a date every year on our anniversary as if we were only first dating again. We owned a house together, yet he'd still show up at the front door and ring the bell, flowers in hand like he was picking me up for our first date. He'd go visit his mom for the afternoon and get ready there, all so he could make things seem authentic. I loved how fresh it made things feel.

Only this year, I actually had butterflies. Not first date jitters, of course. No, this year I had a secret. One I was going to tell Colin about at dinner, or whenever it felt natural, I guess. Putting the brush down, finally satisfied with my work, I opened the bedroom closet to see a dress with a note attached to it.

'I saw this and thought of you. I can't wait to see you tonight. Love, Colin.'

I giggled to myself at his terrible handwriting. I unpinned the paper and brought it to the box I kept all of Colin's handwritten notes in. The dress was a precious brown floral mini-dress with a ruched chest and a white Peter Pan collar. There were puff sleeves and a tie in the back. It was exactly something I'd wear. My heart swelled when I noticed the price tag on the sleeve (the actual price hastily scribbled over by Colin) and saw it was from my favorite vintage store in town.

I slipped it on, softly praying it would fit, and to my surprise, it zipped up with no issue. A wave of nerves and nausea hit me. I doubled over slightly, scared I'd ruin the dress, trying to let it pass.

The doorbell rang so I forced myself to straighten up, slip on some shoes, and meet my 'date' at the door. I turned the knob and saw Colin standing on the step, wearing a brown shirt that matched the color of my dress perfectly under a suit jacket. His tie was knotted pristinely, signaling to me that it was his mother's handiwork. He had a bunch of daisies in his hand, my favorite type of flower.

'Holy shit,' he breathed, drinking me in.

'Oh shut up,' I giggled, feeling shy like I was a teenager all over again.

'That thing looks fuckin' awesome on you,' he grinned. 'I did a good job.'

'Ever the humble man, Zabel,' I quipped.

'Well, Mrs. Zabel, shall we?' he suggested, extending his hand to guide me out of the door. We walked arm-in-arm to the car, daisies now in my hand. He was sure to open the door for me demonstratively, further playing up the chivalry.

The restaurant he picked this year was a pretty good distance from home. I wasn't surprised to see it was an Italian place when we arrived. His favorite. The meal went well. It was a place we'd never tried before but we both ended up loving it.

Shortly before the dessert menus came, Colin produced a small box from his jacket pocket along with a handwritten letter.

'Colin, you didn't have to do that,' I whined.

'Uh-huh, yes I did,' he smirked. 'I don't wanna hear none of that shit, you're my wife and I want to spoil you.' He slid the box over the table to me and gestured with his hand for me to open it. I looked down and weighed the object in my hands.

I looked up at him, gazing through the strands of hair that had fallen in front of my eyes disapprovingly, knowing he spent all too much on an insignificant 4th wedding anniversary. I opened the tiny black velvet box to reveal a pair of dainty gold dangly earrings. One a sun, one a moon, each one possessing both of our birthstones.

'These are beautiful, my gosh,' I breathed, getting all choked up. 'I didn't get you anything nearly as nice!'

'You didn't have to get me anything, gorgeous,' he replied with a smile.

I took the earrings out of the box and put them on, then took a moment to admire how they looked on me using my phone's camera. I grabbed the letter off the table and slipped it into my purse for safekeeping.

'If I read that here I'll probably cry so embarrassingly we'll never be allowed back,' I laughed. 'Now my gift to you.' My stomach lurched at the thought. I couldn't exactly pin down why it made me so nervous to tell him my secret.

Colin took the card out of my hand and opened it. It was a regular anniversary card, but I made a very intentional writing error.

'The 3 of us have an amazing year ahead?' Colin read aloud.

'Mm-hmm,' I nodded, smirking.

'Who's the third?' he laughed, trying to make fun of my mistake. I didn't reply. I just sat there smiling until I saw the look of understanding wash over his face. 'No...'

'Yes,' I grinned.

'You're pregnant?!' he exclaimed, as calmly as he could, given we were in a public setting. I nodded. 'How long have you known?' His words came out in a breathy whisper. Tears brimmed in his eyes. He couldn't contain his smile.

'Just a couple of weeks. I figured it could wait until today.'

He sprung out of his seat and came over to the other side of the table, taking me by my hands to pull me to my feet.

'We're gonna have a baby,' he declared as he wrapped me in a tight embrace. 'I'm gonna be a dad.'

He pulled away, holding me at arm's length, looking at me with sparkling joy in his deep brown eyes. I had never seen a smile so big on his face. I was at a loss for words. His utter delight with the news told me everything I needed to know about our future.

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The happy ending Colin deserved :') I'm literally so sorry I forgot about this story idk what happened lmao. Thanks again to the anon that reminded me and thanks to all of you for your continued patience!

#evan peters #evan peters fic #evan peters x female reader #evan peters x reader #evan peters oneshot #colin zabel x reader #colin zabel #mare of easttown

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archie-sunshine · 5 months

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So, What Now?(Rehabili/Cohabi-Tation)

Chapter 2: In Which Whirl is Sloshed and Searches for Safe Harbour

FIC TAGS: Eventual Whirl/Cyclonus/Tailgate, Cyclonus/Tailgate, polyamory, slowburn romance, mutual pining, slice of life, fluff, comedy, eventual smut(planned for later chapters), sappy mushy lovey stuff, polycue, May eventually have illustrations

The Lost Light has a brand new universe to explore! But everyone's still tired from the old one! In the interim between wacky hijinks, a solution is offered to those bored to death by peacetime- Why form a club about it or renovate your hab suite of course!

Whirl doesn't know how he feels about all the pep. And even worse, he doesn't know how to feel about Cyclonus and Tailgate wanting him to join in on their clean slate.

Chapter 1 Here!

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Author's Notes: So I'll be vague to keep from spoilers for the greater comic, I do want to preface that some characters that do die in mtmte/lost light WILL be appearing alive and well in the fic, I don't think there are any in THIS chapter, however, just as a warning, if you see some folks who should be dead pop up, just pop a lampshade on it. I wanted to see them thrive, so some things have been conveniently glossed over and/or forgotten, wink wink.

CHAPTER TAGS: alcohol, getting drunk, making poor decisions while drunk, being cared for while drunk, getting entrapped into spending time with people who care about you

“-And I know he never liked me but really?? This is a new low! Can you believe him? CAN YOU!!”

Whirl’s optic glassily followed the movement of the energon cube he was spinning in his claws. His gaze flicked up to swerve’s face from where he rested his helm on the bar. Whenever he was lost in thought at Swerve’s, Swerve’s constant yapping was his fragging north star.

“And- AND- AND!!! Another thing! Look at the state of this place!!” Swerve threw his servos wide, gesturing at the bar in general. “Only half a deca-cycle since the slaggin CBEI and this place is CRICKETS!” He cried. The patrons of the bar, few and far between, all briefly traded glances from over their drinks at their fuming host.

“Wow, gonna file for bankruptcy, swerve?” Whirl grumbled, smiling tipsily up at him. “You should just start your own stupid club about it.”

“As if-! I’ll admit the offer was tempting, but I gotta get a request looked over by Ultra Magnus, right? And that’s never gonna happen.” Swerve huffed, snatching Whirl’s empty glass out of his claws and beginning to clean it fitfully.

“That got repealed!” Shouted a patron from one of the booths- Rewind, obviously. “There was a whole fight about it between Roddy and Mags, I caught the back half of it!”

Swerve perked up, turning his attention over to Rewind and setting the empty glass back down in front of Whirl. “Wait, for real? Slag, I gotta get on that then! You think I can make my movie nights legit, a real human appreciation club? Aw man thats gonna be killer-”

Swerve’s voice faded out of Whirl’s processor with everything else again. The past half a deca-cycle had gone by fast. It felt like a whole new ship, the sounds of construction echoing from every deck. The noise was bad enough, but Rodimus had managed to grow an even greater, nastier ego about how much his idea had brought life back to the lost light. No one had thought such a thing was possible, and yet again, this new universe had proven them wrong.

Whirl kicked his pedes a bit on the bar stool, tapping them against the bar. He hadn’t talked to Cyclonus or Tailgate really since the announcement day. They traded pleasantries when they saw one another, but Whirl had loads on his plate, important junk to think about, like…. Well nothing really, but it wasn’t like he was avoiding them either! It was just that every time they wanted to talk to him he was very conveniently busy. No big deal at all.

… And besides, they were busy renovating, and having fun with that was more important than him boring them with his cyclical existence of waking up in his hab suite and kicking the junk around until he was tired enough to recharge.

… what are you even supposed to say in response to ‘do you want to live in our hab unit with us?’

Maybe… yes?

Whirl shook his helm, growling as he stood up.

“-atron was just WATCHING, it was so wild, I haven’t seen them argue that bad for a hot klik.” Rewind continued, optics flicking to the taller bot as he began to leave the bar. “Woof, Whirl you're swaying kind of bad-”

Swerve’s gaze also shifted to Whirl. “Ooouh, yeah- Hey man, be careful, I got a standard of care to uphold, you need someone to walk you back to your suite?”

Whirl threw a wobbly servo up at them, staggering out of the door. “I’ll be just fine, don’t even worry about it.”

He wandered through the halls, staggering and unbalanced. His processor was swimming, tired and sluggish. He walked for what felt like an hour, not getting any closer to his hab suite. He stumbled towards an observation window, slowly cycling his optic at the view of deep space.

… His hab suite was nowhere near an observation window…

Frag.

He kept walking, now with a new destination in mind.

After what felt like even more than an hour, Whirl stood at the door of Cyclonus and Tailgate’s hab suite. If there was one thing going for this whole new renovation thing, it lended the interior of the ship a lot more colour. For instance, the couple’s door was painted a pretty new dark purple colour, with its room number now displayed proudly in flickering teal neon. A few loose building supplies and paint cans were strewn down the hall around the door, with a few tools left out as well. Whirl noted the possibility of someone stealing them, then briefly pondered the possibility of being the one to steal them.

He stared at the door. The door was staring back at him. He could scratch the newly applied paint off, he could do it easily too, nobody would even know it was him.

Frag you stupid door.

Frag right off you stupid door.

Whirl cycled his optic again, blurring his vision and letting the purple and teal colours melt together.

You don’t even know me like that, you door.

Couldn’t even hope to know me like that.

Bitchaft door.

Whirl knocked, finally giving in. He did it so gently he was almost sure nobody would hear it. He nearly prayed no one did.

He could hear someone moving around behind the door after a few moments.

Frag. He was such a prick. It was the middle of the night.

The door slid open with a quiet whoosh.

“Oh, Whirl!” Tailgate exclaimed. Whirl had offlined his optic, swaying weakly in front of the door. He raised a servo and onlined his optic again sluggishly.

“Tailgateeeee…” Whirl mumbled astutely, prodding a claw against the flat top of his head.

“Oooohhhh boy…” Tailgate grimaced, reaching his arms up to gently corral the bigger bot into the hab unit. “Looks like you had some fun at swerves, huh?”

“A rip roarin time, a slaggin bacchanal of a time, shoulda been there, you’d’ve loved every second.” Whirl mumbled, glancing around the unit. If his vision would stop swimming he’d have been able to admire all their work, but as it was right now- dark and late- the whole place looked too smudgey to make out. “They got gogo bots now, real class act, I’ll tell ya.” He babbled as tailgate coaxed him over to a couch.

“Do they really??” Tailgate whispered, optics all wide and faceplate flushed.

“No, I lied to you.” Whirl muttered, leaning back into the couch and bonking his helm against the arm rest. “Jus’ like me to do it too, takin advantage and stuff, bullyin a bot like you with my lies and mistruths.”

Tailgate giggled, his optics squinting in that annoyingly cute way only he could pull off. “Aw slag, you got me with it too, I wouldn’t put it past Swerve to do something like that.”

“Would you keep goin’ if he did?” Whirl croaked, smiling-in his own way- at Tailgate.

“Oh yeah, definitely.” Tailgate chuckled, sitting down on the couch near Whirl’s shoulder pad. “Who do you think he could convince to dance?” He asked as he tucked a pillow under Whirl’s helm

Whirl gazed at Tailgate. He felt warm. “Oh… uh…” He thought for a long klik, offlining his optic as he scanned his swimming databanks. “Oh- OH- I bet he could get Misfire to do it, he’d do somethin like that for energon.”

“I think he could convince Nautica, she’s been loving to dance lately.” Tailgate replied.

Whirl let out a raspy laugh, leaning his helm into the pillow. There was a moment of quiet between them.

“You take good care of me…” Whirl mumbled, keeping his optic offline. He didn’t want to see Tailgate looking at him when he said stupid stuff like that.

Stupid, it was stupid. He shouldn’t have come here.

Tailgate chuckled again.

It was a relief to know that at least he found him funny. “... Y’know… cyclonus told me ‘bout the.. Hab unit thing…”

“Yeah?” Tailgate murmurs, a little reserved, a little nervous.

“You really… were sad that I was by myself in my hab?” Whirl slurred, gulping down a hiccup midway through his words.

“... Well yeah… I dunno, I miss seeing you around more.” Tailgate admitted. “Cyclonus said you might feel better if you weren’t by yourself, and since we were already definitely going to do the renovation that we could just… move you in!”

Whirl onlined his optic, glassily peering up at Tailgate. “Cyclonus said that?”

“Mhm!” He confirmed, sitting up from his spot and puttering over to a different part of the unit.

Whirl laid there, staring at the ceiling, dumbfounded. No way was Cyclonus the one to do that, no way. It made sense coming from Tailgate, but Cyclonus? Whirl let out a long exvent. His face(or lack thereof) felt a little hot, processing that news.

“Aaaahhh, don’t even lie… he said it was you that- that uh.. That had the idea…” Whirl grumbled. Tailgate returned from the shadows, pushing a glass of non intoxicating energon into his talons.

“No- It was his idea!” Tailgate laughed. “You should drink this by the way… and try to get some recharge. You can stay here until you're sober.” He paused, hesitating for a moment before leaning down to Whirl’s audial and conspiratorially whispering, “Or as long as you want after that too…”

He winked at him, before walking to a minibot sized armchair and sitting down. He produced a datapad from his subspace and began to read it quietly.

Whirl peered at him quietly from the couch, cycling his optic. Each time it took longer for him to online them again.

“... Thanks, TG…” Whirl mumbled. The last thing he saw through his fuzzy vision was the smile that earned him.

“Uuughhh….”

The light was blinding. Bright, too bright, like the lamp of an operating table.

An… an operating…

Whirl sat bolt upright with a punched out exvent, swinging his helm around the room in a daze. It wasn’t familiar, he hadn’t been here before, where-

“Ah, You’re awake-”

He whipped his head around, nearly headbutting Cyclonus as he leapt to his pedes. His venting was quick and heavy, coolant thick on his plating.

“Woah- Easy-” Cyclonus reached his servos forwards, not quite touching Whirl but sort of trying to steady him. “You’re in our hab unit, you’re just fine, Whirl.”

Whirl lifted a servo to his head, groaning and cycling his optic a few times. “I feel like trash…” He muttered.

“You did get drunk and recharge on our couch.” Cyclonus said.

“Yea… yeah I remember.”

“... I’d love to know why…”

Whirl exvented, scratching at the back of his helm and glancing around. Construction clearly wasn’t finished here yet, but the room already felt fuller, more lived in. After stellar cycles of travel on this primus-forsaken ship, it felt like bots were finally starting to put together that this place was home. There were already bits of new furniture dotted around, the couch he’d crashed on, a short table, some chairs of varying size, a holovid projector. There were shelves around too, with some datapads around, some old keepsakes. It felt… homey. Comfortable, even.

“... You said the door was open.” Whirl shrugged.

There was a moment’s silence between them. There was something unspoken there. There always was, like a supernova waiting to happen every time they were alone together. Some cocktail of past grudges they left behind leaving a hole where something used to burn that neither of them really knew how to fill.

Yeah, Whirl guessed he could say something poetic like that about it if he wanted to.

Cyclonus sized Whirl up, his resting face softening just the barest amount.

“And I got lost trying to find my Hab suite.” Whirl sneered.

Ah, there it went. Cyclonus rolled his optics, turning away from him and walking towards a new part of their updated unit. “Idiot.” Cyclonus muttered. The new room was nice, no door, just a knocked down wall between their main old hab suite and the extension, now retrofitted into a small eating area with a bar with high chairs as well as a more normal dining table and chairs. Cyclonus poured himself a cube of fuel, taking a seat on one of the high chairs.

Whirl glanced around. “So uh… where’s Tailgate?”

Cyclonus tilted his horns towards the opposite side of the hab unit to him. Whirl turned, noting two doors on either side of the wall. “He’s putting the finishing touches on a music system in the slabroom.” He explained.

“Nice. Sounds… cool.” Whirl nodded awkwardly, making some varied noises with his vocalizer.

Cyclonus took a sip from his glass.

It was so uncomfortably quiet, he was starting to notice the humm of the ship’s engines again.

“I should get out of here.” Whirl said, just as the couple’s slabroom door opened and Tailgate popped out with a datapad in hand.

“Hey Whirl!” He greeted, chipper as ever. He trotted across the unit to Cyclonus, climbing up onto the high chair next to him with some effort. The two of them shared a brief kiss while Cyclonus slid a second filled cup of fuel in front of his conjunx. Whirl averted his gaze.

“Hey Tailgate… sorry for popping out of the metalwork last night.” Whirl said. “Hope I made your night more interesting.”

Tailgate nodded a bit. “It was no problem- you should take a seat!” Tailgate said, gesturing to the other side of the bar.

“Uh-” Whirl glanced at Cyclonus. Cyclonus gave him another meaningful look, nodding towards the chair. “... Okay, sure.” He said, letting out a heavy vent.

He took a seat across from them as tailgate prodded around on his datapad. “Soooo, I know you’re not all there on the whole unit thing, BUT! I’ve been looking around the holoboards…” He began. “And I thought maybe it would be fun if we all looked into one of these new clubs!” He turned the datapad around to the others, beaming as the pad showed off a list of potential clubs.

“Ah- Are you sure you want me in on this?” Whirl asked, stifling a laugh. “I’m not exactly the ‘fun low stakes activity’ type-”

“I think it’s a great idea.” Cyclonus immediately replied, half cutting off whirl with his abrupt affirmative.

“Well how many ‘fun low stakes activities’ have you done recently?” Tailgate retorted.

Whirl wracked his processor for a moment. Drinking… some dancing while drinking… sat through half of one movie night with swerve… “... Touche.” Whirl looked between the two of them for a moment, taking in their closeness, their expressions- one hopeful, the other more serene.

“...Alright, what did you have in mind then?”

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peach-and-bugs · 11 months

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He can I request dialogue 2 with Travis where reader is getting all sappy and shit when they settle into the cabin

🧡Cabin Fever - Travis Martinez x fem!Reader🧡

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Summary: a quiet conversation at the lake...

Warnings: Convo about Periods, hurt + comfort

Word Count: 1,122

A/N: Hello Loves! I know a handful of you have wanted this, so here he is! Travis is actually a lot harder than I anticipated to write, but that could be because I'm not the greatest at writing men/boys. This turned out a lot angstier than intended, but I think we can all appreciate quality hurt/comfort now and then. Unfortunately though, pretty much all of my Travis requests have quite a hefty amount of angst in them. But that's all I'll say, so As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 🧡

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It had only been a week, maybe more or less, and you were sick of the cabin. It had quickly grown overcrowded and overstimulating, so you now found every opportunity you could to leave and be outside for as long as possible. It had become commonplace for you to wander all day and not come back till nightfall. Today, however, you'd found some peace at the lake. It started as a trip to get more water for back at the cabin, only to turn into an impromptu bath and swim. You'd grown desperate for some semblance of feeling clean again. But now you'd finished and were drying off on the shore.

“You’ve been gone all day,” a rough voice said behind you, though you didn’t turn. You only shrugged, arms wrapped around your knees as the waterline lapped at the rocky terrain under you and your toes. You hadn’t felt like putting your shoes back on just yet.

“It's getting crowded over there. I need to clear my head sometimes” you mumbled, eyes transfixed on a particularly shiny stone near your feet. Travis didn’t sit beside you, choosing to stand with his hands in his pockets.

“Mind bringing me along when you get away next time?” he asked. You chuckled.

“Is all the period talk getting to be too much for you?” you looked up at him, tilting your head and covering your eyes with your hand to keep the sun away. You were starting to regret not bringing those sunglasses your mother suggested.

“What, you on it too?” he griped. After a pause, you let out a snorting laugh at him. It had your stomach churning and you had to lie down on your back, arm covering your eyes as you grinned.

“Hey, better get used to it, T-man. I have a feeling it’s gonna be a minute before we get out of here,” you heard the stones beside you shuffle as he took a seat.

“I don’t hope that’s not the case,” he mumbled. You peeked out from under your arm to get a good look at him. He looked tired and out of it. You knew Travis well. You used to play little league soccer together when you were 6. His dad had been the coach then too. Honestly, that had been the only reason you played soccer now in high school. You lost some of that relationship with him over time. It was strange, his sudden interest in you. You always thought he kind of resented you for whatever reason. He’d grown up a lot though, you noted.

“Why? Can't stand being the only man with a bunch of women? Isn't that like, every guy's dream?” you hummed, covering your eyes again. You heard him scoff and shuffle his feet on the rocks.

“Yeah, maybe, but they haven't considered what comes with being around a bunch of girls,”

“What? Travis can’t handle a little girl talk?” you teased. He sighed heavily, grumbling under his breath.

“Maybe not constant girl talk, no,” you chuckled at that some and decided to sit up again. “is that why you always leave?”

“What? Because of girl talk?” he nodded. You shook your head. “No, I'm used to it. It's just locker room stuff at this point,” Travis wrinkled his nose and grimaced.

“You talk about your periods and stuff together?” he seemed quite surprised. Your brows raised and you nodded.

“I mean, what did you think we talked about?” you could see the formings of an embarrassed blush heat the apples of his cheeks.

“I dunno, I thought you talked about boys or something. Like magazines maybe, I dunno,” you began to laugh again.

“I mean, sure, we do, but that's not all we talk about,” he continued to frown and looked away, piercing his lips.

“Whatever. I just didn’t think I’d have to hear so much about it,” he grumbled. You laughed again, looking out onto the lake with a lackluster smile.

“You sound like your dad, you know that?” you said without putting any thought behind it. Upon realizing you felt yourself cringe, sucking in a breath between your teeth. You expected Travis to throw himself into a rage, scream at you to shut the fuck up, and not mention his father, now dead a buried by the crash sight which felt long forgotten by now. But he didn’t. He stayed quiet, staring down at his shoes with a crease in his brow and a frown on his lips.

“ugh, don’t remind me,” was all he managed to say through fumbling teeth. You began to apologize but he shook his head, his eyes turning up and looking at you. “Don’t. It’s fine,” his voice faltered, letting you know that it wasn’t fine. But you weren't going to press any more than you had already. He went quiet again and you chewed at your lip.

“You know, he was a pretty shit dad,” he said eventually, his eyes transfixed on the open air of the lake. You watched, keeping your words to yourself. “I’m pretty sure he was cheating on my mom or something. I don’t know though. He wouldn’t fess up to me and no one told me what was happening,” he took a long sniff in, his lip twitching.

“I used to wish he’d just leave. Maybe then Mom would be happy. But now he’s gone, and I just-” he trailed off shaking his head with parted lips. He didn’t go on from there and you couldn't find any words, so you did the only thing you could think of and reached out, your fingertips brushing over his spin. He jumped and you hesitated, but when he looked up to meet your gaze, tears forming in his eyes with a quivering lip you couldn’t help the way your gaze softened.

You reached out your other hand, brushing your fingers over his cheek as you moved forward, hesitantly enveloping him in your arms. His nose and face found the crook where your neck met your shoulder as one of your arms snaked around his shoulder while the other slipped to cradle the back of his neck. He began to quiver in your arms. He wrapped his arms around your shoulder and waist, squeezing tight for as much support as he could get from you. You felt tears run down your shoulder, wetting your shirt as he sniffled and cried. Your fingertips tangled in his growing hair and you breathed him in as tears sting your eyes now.

“It’s gonna be ok…” was all you could muster. If you believed that or not, you didn't know, but it was what you both needed, even if it was only for a moment.

#◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ kay's at it again♡#fanfiction requests #fic request #yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanfic #yellowjackets x reader #travis martinez #travis martinez x reader

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