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robocoplesb · 7 months

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Hey! Thanks for answering my question<3

I saw that you have smut posted but if you don't want to write that I can request something sfw.

I'm also taking requests so feel free to message me <3

Request;

Can I have a Nikki Sixx smut where reader is Nikki's soft spot and he's an asshole to everybody but her, so when she's being a brat at soundcheck for the Dr. Feelgood tour he just takes her back to his dressing room and gives her some softdom punishment? Like praising and thigh riding and stuffs?

Thankies!! ^^

I HATE EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD BUT YOU, nikki sixx.

warnings: smut, thigh riding, blowjob, kisses, jealous!nikki, longfic (?), you and nikki have a long term relationship, praise, degradation, punishment.

author's note: hey bae! apologies for the delay. this is probably the longest thing i've ever written, i hope you don't mind. i don't have that much experience writing smut so I'm sorry if it didn't turn out the way you wanted! also, really liked your blog:) good read, kisses<3

“— do you think...like...he's okay?” — tommy asked you, almost static as you two watched nikki argue with a random sound crew guy.

“— uhum.” — you muttered, with a carefree expression. you knew better than anyone how stressed nikki was lately. you were probably the only person who understood him, who understood how important that album was to him and how he was really trying. during the recording of the album, you waited for him at home late at night, just to listen to him and be able to help with what was possible.

even though vince, tommy and mick thought you didn't care much for his sudden humor outbursts, you were always keeping an eye on him. did you know that most of the time, he just started yelling at people on pure impulse, but still wanted to prevent something worse from happening.

and, well, the boys loved you like you were part of their “family”, from the moment they met you as nikki's new girlfriend, a few years ago, they knew you weren't like the others. you kept pace with nikki, but were still very responsible and decided, and that was exactly what he needed. the thing is: not even all that affection they had for you was able to make them not be confused by how nikki was with you compared to others. it was obvious to everyone that you were the love of his life, yet they still couldn't understand how he could be so sweet to you while being such an asshole to everyone else.

and that was exactly what tommy was thinking about when he didn't even notice the bassist approaching you two. but you notice, you took a deep breath and smiled as your eyes followed nikki's figure, relieved because he dropped the argument.

tommy winced, noticing the annoyed expression on nikki's face as he walked. before he could start thinking about the thousands of shit nikki would shout at him at that moment, he saw nikki's expression change instantly as he walked towards you.

“— hey, princess.” — he says to you as he passes by you two, not forgetting to leave a peck on your lips.

honestly, for the drummer, there was no logical explanation for what happened between you and your boyfriend. he starts to consider bringing the idea of always keeping you around to vince and mick, thinking it was the easiest way to deal with nikki.

tommy turned to where you were sitting next to him, wanting to tell you a joke about it, but you weren't there. he quickly scans the stadium and stage, trying to find you. he can see you running after nikki to the dressing room before the two of you disappear behind the curtains.

★

the boys were about 20 minutes waiting for nikki, they had agreed to meet in the stage in ten minutes, for soundcheck, but all they knew was that, according to tommy, you and him disappeared somewhere backstage to make out. mick, visibly irritated, prepared to grab his guitar and head back to the dressing room when the bassist finally appeared. he seemed calmer, it was evident for the stupid smile on his face and (your) red lipstick stains on his neck. the guitarist wants to punch him for how calm he looks even though he knows he is 20 minutes late.

by the time he arrives at his position on stage, you sit in another corner of the stage, a little away from the musicians.

"— so, are we starting this shit or what?"

they went through five songs before the first break (which happened because vince said he wanted to go over some more lyrics again). nikki slung the bass over her shoulder and looked at where you were a few minutes ago, recording the soundcheck. he remembers seeing you there at the beginning of the last song, but now, you weren't there anymore.

he looked back and saw tommy walking to the dressing room. he shouted, getting the drummer's attention.

“— tommy, have you seen yn around here?"

“— nah, man. she must have gone to get some water or something” — he said quickly and went back on his way.

nikki imagined the same and didn't care too much at first, walking to his own dressing room. at least, he didn't care too much until he saw where you were. or better, who you were with. when he looked at the door, a plate with his name carved behind you and a very familiar man. evan-fucking-decker. he stood there, watching, trying to figure out the possibility of evan decker showing up backstage at a mötley crue concert and meeting you.

so, evan was like a roadie for the band for a few years, a long time ago. things kind of ended with him when he and nikki had an little intense argument. years later, at a festival, they met again, but this time you and nikki were already together. your boyfriend was at least surprised when you and the blonde recognized each other. when you were alone again, you told him you met evan as teenager, at summer camp, and that you stopped talking after he confessed liking you.

normally, nikki didn't give a shit about things from the past, like relationships and stuff like that. however, nikki remembered one time talking to evan late at night, drinking and talking about their lives. he remembered evan telling about a girl he fell in love with when he was younger. he remembered the whole story, actually, including the part where he said he hoped to meet her again someday, maybe get a second chance. maybe that memory made him think he noticed something different in evan's look at you. after that day, you met a few more times, always at music-related events, but nikki always looked sulky when he saw that man's face. until today, you didn't knew why.

“— sixx! it's been so long!” — fuck. did he really have to talk to that guy?

nikki fakes his best smile as he walks up to you both, putting an arm around your waist and leaves a kiss on your cheek.

“— hey, evan, didn't know you would be here today!” — he said, trying to sound as friendly as possible as his hand lightly squeezed you waist.

“— ah, my friend is helping with the production. decided to stop by to visit an old friend.” — evan looked at you as he spoke, blushing a little.

you laughed as nikki tried very hard not to open that dressing room door and lock himself in there with you until he left. the feel of your head resting on his shoulder may have been what calmed him down.

“— so, hm..you are...like..” — he said, looking a little nervous when he noticed how close you and nikki were.

“— yes! for three years. you didn't knew?"

nikki thanks you for answering before him. for him, it was amazing the way evan's expression changed from excitement to disappointment. he wanted to laugh, looking like a bully kid at school.

“— no..hm, i heard something about it but i didn't believe.” — he said, kinda awkwardly .

“— why not?” — you asked, laughing, like it was a joke.

“— ah, you know...” — he chuckles — “— you are kind of opposite spirits.”

you got confused. in fact, one of the reasons you were attracted to nikki since the first time you saw him, it was how you felt he was the first person who shared the same thoughts as you. how you felt understood.

before thinking of an answer, you turned to your boyfriend, noticing how silent he was. something nikki didn't know about you is that you could read his thoughts just by hearing his voice on the phone. you always knew how he was feeling, and although there were few times he got jealous of you, did you notice his grip on your waist, almost possessive, and the look at evan, almost murderous.

you thought it was funny, and it was a good opportunity to get rid of the boredom you was feeling all morning. you quickly say goodbye to evan, pushing nikki into the dressing room.

“— finally.” — he says, taking a deep breath and sitting down on the couch. “— i can't stand that guy.”

you laughed as you closed the door. you went to the couch too, sitting on nikki's lap.

“— i can't believe you're jealous of a guy i haven't seen in almost three years.” — you said in a mocking tone as you settled into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“— apparently, three years wasn't enough for him to forget you.” — he rolled his eyes, trying hard not to give in to your touch.

“— why are you so affected by this?” — you asked as looked into his eyes. “— i didn't even remember his name. i'm not his friend since i was 15. i thought you were more confident..” — you smiled, teasing him.

“— and i thought you were smarter.” — he said seriously, making you start to get annoyed at his childish behavior. “— honestly, he fucking asked if we are dating, when he knows we are, because you said it when he met us at that festival. he was literally waiting for you to say no so he could take you to the nearest bathroom and-”

“— fine! fuck it, i understood!” — you interrupted him, putting your hand over his mouth for him to stop talking — “— fucking gross, sixx.." — you said a little disgusted, wondering how he was going to finish that sentence.

he gently grabbed your wrist and removed your hand from his face. “— well, that's exactly what he wants, whether you like it or not. and, you know, i'm generally not a big fan of guys who want to try their luck with my girlfriend.”

you smile and hold back your laughter "— i'm not going to argue with you because you look really cute when you get all possessive." — you get closer, leaving a few kisses on his face.

and nikki tries to maintain that tough pose, but when he feels you so close, after 20 minutes away, and knowing that now he will have to spend at least an hour without touching you, it seems like pride just disappears. nikki has always been like this with you, but only with you. it was physically impossible for him not to treat you like a goddess 100% of the time. and he saw you like that, as a point of light and comfort in his mind, he absolutely adored you.

you giggle against his skin as you feel his fingertips caress your hips. you pull away and stare at him for a moment. god, nikki was the most beautiful man in the world, you were sure of that.

his redemption to your charms is sealed by the gentle kiss he leaves on your lips. he feels like he melts with the artificial strawberry taste on your lips, pulling you closer until it's impossible to deepen that kiss any further. but it was still gentle, the way he held you by your waist, or how he smiled when he felt you moan softly against his lips, it was gentle.

you wish it had lasted longer. in fact, if you had known that the conversation with evan would take up so much of the time that you and nikki could have been making out on the couch, you would've said goodbye before. but you only realized when mick's angry voice sounded through the dressing room.

“— seriously, sixx, feel free to get into yn's pants AFTER the show ends, preferably”

you realize that nikki is ready to shout some childishness at mick, but thinks it's not worth it. you two would have more time after soundcheck, right?

before he says anything, you grab his face and kiss him again. less time consuming, sweet enough to make him forget whatever he was going to yell at mick.

you get off his lap and he kisses you one last time before going back to the stage. a simple goodbye that can't hide how much you both wanted to not care about any of that and can simply extend that moment.

★

"— who's that?” — nikki heard tommy ask, but didn't even bother to answer.

actually, tommy didn't care, but he was a little worried about nikki. he saw the bass player standing still for the last 10 minutes after the sound check was over. he thought nikki was going to run into his arms, but he was just staring at you talking to some random guy from afar.

“— ...nikki?” — tommy put his hand on nikki's shoulder, surprised when he felt the bassist walk away abruptly in your direction. confused, he just turned around to sort out his own things.

so, contextualizing, maybe you felt a little bored after a long 20 minutes of lying on the couch and listening to the band practice. I mean, not that it was boring. you loved life on the road, and loved accompanying the boys on tour, but you just didn't do much more than watch the boys all day before going back to the hotel.

it started as a silly joke, you thought nikki didn't even notice. you told evan that you were sorry for saying goodbye so hastily, he just laughed and said he understood. you said a few things to see if he would continue the topic, which he did without hesitation. so, you weren't sure how long you had been here, briefly listening to everything evan was saying, nodding your head to pretend you were paying complete attention as you let yourself catch your eye on nikki on stage from time to time.

you caught him staring a few times, which was the only reason you stayed where you were. you thought it was funny that nikki thought nvan liked you, because besides thinking it was stupid, all you could think about was how impossible it was. he was a nice guy, but wasn't even close to being your type.

In fact, you weren't so sure you thought he was that nice when you felt something akin to relief at being pulled away from him. the weak grip of nikki's hand on your arm, pulling you back to the dressing room, makes you laugh as you look at your boyfriend's serious expression.

“— baby, what's that?” — you say, laughing softly, knowing that nikki's temper wouldn't last long.

and he doesn't answer you, just opening the door and slipping into the room with you again.

"— no, sincerely, what the fuck was that?" - he lets go of your arm, sitting on the couch while rubbing his temples.

"— it was your girlfriend talking with someone, stupid” — You said, testing his patience. you weren't trying to be mean to nikki, you were just interested in the consequences that would bring you.

“— oh no, don't act innocent. you weren't even paying attention to what he was saying!"

“— how do you know? you weren't there!” — you say, holding back a laugh.

ge leans back on the couch, looking at you. “— because not even when you try can you take your attention away from me, right?"

you smile and cross your arms, walking towards him. you slowly sit on his lap, searching for any trace of calm on nikki's face. the depth in his greenish irises is what makes you want to go all the way. you feel his hand go up from your knee to your thigh, you place your hand on top of his, caressing the tips reddened from the bass.

“— you are terrible at teasing” — you both laugh as you adjust yourself on his lap, facing him.

“— really? it's not how you reacted...” — you smiled mischievously as you felt his hands running around your waist.

you know you have what you wanted when you feel the hunger of his lips against yours. the desperate way he squeezes your waist, pulling you closer, wanting more. you moan against his lips during this, feeling the pressure of his leg against your intimacy as he guides your body closer to his.

you immediately feel like you should have held in that fucking moan, because the next one is even louder, when nikki purposely presses her thigh against your clothed pussy again. despite the layers of your clothes, the warm feeling that spreads through your body is not light and it makes you want to cry knowing that he would still tease you for a while longer.

"— that's what you were thinking this whole time, baby? all needy...” — he laughs. you try your best to focus on what he was saying, but you just can't. you feel your body needy, fighting for more contact with nikki's, at a point where it's all you can think about.

you run your fingers along the zipper of his pants, trying to undo it, but is interrupted by nikki's hand patting yours, scolding you.

“— uh-huh...not yet” — the smile he gives you says enough, he wants to see how far you'll go for this. honestly, you could kneel down and beg at that point, but along with the excitement, your ego stayed with you at that moment. "— i won't touch you yet, pretty thing. i want to see how you will relieve yourself now.”

"— nikki-” — you pant, not sure if you can handle his teasing right now.

“— what, honey? did you think i was going to give you everything so easily?” — he took your hand from his crotch, bringing it to his lips and leaving a chaste kiss. “— you will show me that you deserve it first. actually, we both know you don't, hm? but I'll give you what you want anyway, I'll just make you beg a little”

and that's exactly what he does, in that way that he knows turns you on. the cynical look and that provocative smile that never leaves his face as he follows your every move.

he has fun with it all. you let out a whimper of dissatisfaction as you grip his shoulders, revolted by the idea of having to reach your own climax even when your fucking boyfriend was beneath you.

you started with quick movements, using all the strength your sensitive body had at that moment to continue the movements up and down nikki's thigh.

you're sure that with every inch your sex travels against his leg, you get more wet. you try to hold back your moans, wanting to show some control in the situation, but it is impossible. you feel small at nikki's look, frustrated with how he was managing to control himself.

he controls himself well, biting his lip while an arm is around your waist, he looks serene despite the fact that he's holding himself back from ruining you on that couch.

and it was hard to control himself while you looked such a beautiful mess on him. the messy hair, the lip gloss smudged on the corner of the mouth, the shirt strap falling off your shoulder (which made him groan softly when he realized you weren't wearing anything under your shirt)

he could feel the tightness in his own pants as you moved more intensely, listening to the pornographic noises you made. he was sure he could hear it outside the dressing room, he just didn't really care. it wasn't like you could just let yourself care about it now, too busy pleasing yourself.

you pressed your face against nikki's neck, slightly muffling your moans, not like it helped. your whimpers turned into long moans, full of need. nikki understood why your moans became even louder against his skin, noticing how you are trying even harder to move.

“— what, princess? got tired of rubbing yourself like a little whore on me?" — he said mocking.

panting, you hold onto him tightly when you stop moving, feeling your pussy dripping with excitement. he leaves a slap on your ass before grabbing it, his big hands not being gentle at all as he brings his lips closer to your ear.

“— that's what you are, right, baby? my desperate little whore..."

you nod your head. “— i am.” — you whisper. It's funny to see how you struggle to hold onto his words, all to show yourself as his possession.

that's how he made you feel. his. his girl. his whore. all his. and this feeling you gave him, the feeling of possession, of having you, it was the purest confirmation that he was yours just the same.

"— you are, huh?” — he laughs. nikki's hand goes behind your neck, making you look at him. his gaze is deep as he brings his thumb to your lips, slightly parting them to stick a finger in your mouth.

you moan as you run your tongue against his finger. he trails kisses from your chest to your neck. then from your neck to your cheek, stopping at your earlobe.

“— get on your knees for me, princess.”

he takes his finger out of your mouth, lightly patting your cheek before leaning in to kiss you again. he kisses you hungrily, deeply, you reciprocate with the same intensity.

when his lips leave yours, you both know what's going to happen. he leans back on the couch as he watches you get off his lap and kneel between his legs. he smiles at the sight, stroking your hair as you look at him.

"— such a beautiful little thing..."

you don't want him to notice that you blushed at his comment, quickly turning her face and looking at his pants, undoing the zipper. his cock was visibly marked by his already tight leather pants. you hurry to take off his boxers.

you push the tip to your lips, giving kitten-licks while stroking the rest of his length. the moan that nikki lets out sounds relieved. he closes his eyes at the warm feeling of your tongue touching his member.

it doesn't take long for you to take all of him in your mouth. your hands rest on his thighs as you hum against his dick, feeling the tip going deeper, your tongue running from the tip to his balls. you were trying to take it slow, not choke, but your boyfriend didn't contribute much.

despite the loud moans, he wanted more. you were caught off guard when he grabbed your hair to press your face against his crotch, making you gag. you close your eyes and let out a soft moan that is muffled by his cock, trying your best to take deep breaths through your nose, the tip hits deep in your throat. You open your eyes when he softens his grip on your hair, pulling you back before rubbing the dick against your lips.

you moan and lick everything he puts within reach of your tongue. he lets you take a deep breath before pushing his cock into your mouth again, again and again.

“— fuck, that's a good girl. such a good girl for me, princess. taking me so good..."

you hear him moan as he fucks your mouth. you roll your eyes in pleasure at the sensation, feeling a little saliva drip from your mouth to your chest.

“— i'm going to cum so hard in that little mouth.” — he says, feeling the orgasm getting closer and closer. "— my fucking little slut, waiting for me to put you on your place.”

and you like being treated like that, you both know. going from a princess to a whore, making you feel even wetter every time he degrades or praises you.

all that hits you is nikki's loud, hoarse moan as you feel something hot running down your throat. he finally lets go of your hair as you feel his taste invade your senses. it's something fine between sweet and savory, but you couldn't say you don't think it's delicious.

“— so good, princess, so fucking good..." — he says breathlessly. you feel a hand caress your cheek before patting nikki's thigh, inviting you to sit there again.

you gather some strength in your body before practically throwing yourself on nikki's lap. he laughs and hugs your waist before pulling you closer, kissing you again.

he kisses you gently, making you whimper against his mouth every time he makes a move to deepen. the kiss is long, it allows nikki to feel his own taste in your mouth. when he pulls away, you lay your head on his chest.

the tip of your nose rubs against his neck, smelling a soft scent of men's cologne that comforts you and turns you on even more.

“— love you so much, my baby” — he says docilely as his fingertips run from your thighs to your crotch. “— did so good for me”

nikki's simple validation can make you groan, pleased with yourself for taking away his bad mood. “— love you more.." — you say as you lift your head to look at him, your noses touching.

your next kiss is still slow, but not like the other. it's wet, almost sloppy and you both can feel that sexual tension burning through your skin. you moan against his lips when you feel the tip of his finger passing between your legs, caressing your pussy through the fabrics.

“— needing some attention, right, princess?”

he feels your head bump against his shoulder as his hand runs down your pants. fuck, you're going to make a huge mess before this show even starts.

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corpsebasil · 1 year

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Moon Summoner 18+

The sister of the Sun Summoner and the prince of Ravka have history, and his engagement is something neither of them want.

@themermaidscales82

It had been days since your sister’s engagement to the prince of Ravka, your joy at being reunited with your younger sibling overshadowed by a sudden irritation that grated on you at every turn.

He had been your friend, once. But things had changed since he’d come back with Alina, and whatever good graces had used to simmer between you were now replaced by a constant war of bitching at one another, angry looks across rooms, and a tense silence that occurred when Alina left you two alone for more than a second.

He didn’t understand where things had gone wrong. He’d come back with the Summoner and proposed in what was clearly a political alliance, and you had a boyfriend. A godsdammned boyfriend. His blood had boiled when he’d seen the handsome Grisha man wrap his arms around you, your giggle so girlish and amused you had to be acting.

And when he’d moved towards you, smiling in greeting, nothing but an icy expression of hate had clouded your features. It had wrenched something inside him, making it difficult to breathe. So, he’d finally confronted you, cornering you after what he’d overheard some female Grisha gossiping was the cutest picnic they’d ever witnessed on the Palace lawns.

“Oh no.” You started, pleasant expression souring as you watched the prince approach. “Don’t start. I was having a good day for once.”

“Why are you with him?” Nikolai demanded, and you let out a surprised bark of laughter; of all the things he could’ve opened the conversation with, you never would’ve guessed that.

“Why do you care?” You rolled your gorgeous eyes, walking past, your unbound dark hair tumbling down your back. Nikolai had always thought your hair was more raven’s blue than black, and was proved right when the Sun hit it through the palace windows. Gods he was obsessed with your hair and the scent of lavender that clung to it. Alina was beautiful, but to him, you were stunning. “Don’t you have my sister to warm your bed, Nikky?”

“She isn’t—she isn’t warming my bed, Saints above.”

“But she will. Once you’re married, she will, and I’ll get to watch with absolute joy as you pop out cute little babies.” You stopped, tapping a nail against your pursed lips. “I wonder what a Starkov and Lantsov baby would look like.” Then you smirked. “Hopefully they look more like Alina and I than you.”

Nikolai didn’t argue, not when your heart-stopping features were for once not glaring up at him. But the idea of Alina—he barely repressed a shudder.

“Nice picnic?” He asked, switching gears, and your smile dropped again.

“Saints save me.”

“He looks like a prick. You should date someone more worthy of your attention than a lowly Grisha nobody.”

“What like you?” You snapped, defensiveness rising. He had left. Left. And he hadn’t even asked you to go with him when he decided to galavant around the world. So he didn’t have a single iota of a say in who you dated, or who shared your bed. “In your damn dreams, prince.”

“You can’t be serious. He’s boring, he’s—”

“I love him. So why don’t you stop fucking with me and leave me. Alone.”

“You’re not in love.” Nikolai scoffed, grabbing your arm as you turned to go. “Trust me, sweetheart. I know what you look like when you actually want someone. So you can stop lying to me.”

“You don’t know a thing about me.” You moved closer to him, jabbing a finger into his chest. “Not a thing.”

“I know this,” Nikolai said, eyes dark and unamused. “I know that pissing me off is fun for you. I know that I annoy you so much it makes you want to have sex with me.”

“Stop it.” You smacked at his chest, and he caught your wrist, yanking you an inch closer. Close enough to kiss. “Nikolai. Stop.”

"Admit it." He urged, raising an arrogant brow. "Admit you want me and I'll let go."

Your blood rushed in your veins but you spoke anyway, unable to let him win this stupid, stupid fight.

"If you don't let go of me," you hissed, glaring. "I will kill you."

“And what would your Sun-loving sister have to say about you murdering her future husband?”

“I’d tell her you were sexually harassing me in the hallway and that you deserved it.”

The ire faded from his eyes and he let you go, casting a glance to the heavens as if he was sending up a quick prayer. Then he looked back at you, face softening, and dipped his head once before walking off.

“That’s it?” You called after him, and he turned, still walking backwards as he slammed a nail into the coffin of your own making.

“Clearly I misjudged your feelings towards me. I won’t make that mistake again.”

And when he left, truly left, you felt something fragile in your chest begin to crack.

Your boyfriend had known something was off the moment he saw you in your rooms preparing for the party that night, your anger a silent cloud of smoke billowing around your head. Alina had been trying to convince you to use your power for days, the Moon’s twin to her own sunshine, but you had sworn off Grisha training long ago, preferring the calmness of a normal life as compared to a Saint’s.

You hadn’t been pushed, either, when a week after you’d arrived at the palace you’d blinded the man who attempted to force you into training. No one made that mistake again. Alina had come by to see you after your fight with Nikolai, demanding why he was in such a bad mood and begging you to play nice in front of the guests that night. And when she’d brought up your power, beginning the same spiel about how the two of you were stronger together, you’d practically bitten your little sister’s head off.

You regretted the harsh things you said the moment you saw her lip tremble, excusing herself from your chambers. So now you were pissed at Nikolai, still confused by his behavior and…have sex with him. That’s what he’d accused you of wanting. And damn you if your face didn’t flush at the prospect, knowing from the time before he’d left what a skilled kisser the prince happened to be.

“Y/N?” The Grisha that entered your room called out, his expression confused. “What’s wrong?”

“This isn’t—” your clamped your teeth down on the words. Nikolai had jarred you, that was all. But still, the words left your mouth, and you hated yourself, hated yourself for how many people you’d hurt today with your brashness. “I don’t think this is working. I don’t know if I can be in a relationship right now. Not with—with you.”

The boy was quiet for a long moment, then nodded, something like understanding washing over his face as his cheeks reddened.

“I get it.” He sighed, running a hand over the back of his neck. “He’s a prince, so.”

“What?” You snapped, turning in your chair, but to the Grisha’s credit he didn’t flinch, not as he held a small box out to you. “He asked me to give you this. He apologized to me in the hall for…for being passive aggressive. Said it wasn’t about me and,” he let out a soft laugh. “I’m a guy, Y/N. I can tell when someone’s wound up over someone.”

Your words failed you as he handed you the box. The power move you’d just played into made you feel a bit sick. Nikolai apologized, gave your boyfriend a present to give you, and then you dumped him? You could almost see Nikolai’s amused grin in your mind, and the way he’d laugh when he realized he’d won the fight without hardly trying. You’d unintentionally proved him right.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, but the boy just smiled sadly and left, shutting your door quietly behind him. You swallowed and looked down at the box, taking a bracing breath before opening the lid.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting—a scorpion, a bomb, what—but it definitely wasn’t the necklace that laid on a bed of velvet, the emerald hanging from the end so stunning it almost stole your breath. And under, written in his princely handwriting, was a note.

My Y/N,

I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say besides that.

- N.

The party was in full swing by the time you made it inside, immediately grabbing the nearest flute of champagne and knocking it back. The necklace, stunningly beautiful against your chest, was slightly cold against your heated skin.

You scanned the crowd then yelped when Alina grabbed your hand, pulling you into a quick hug.

“I’m sorry,” she said, doe eyes wide. “I shouldn’t have pushed you about Summoning. I know you don’t like it and—”

“No.” You squeezed her tightly, that face and build that was similar to your own, and pulled back to smile. “I’m sorry. I should never have treated you like that.”

She smiled gratefully, looking stunning in her own gown, but paused, looking at you with a note of confusion.

“Where’s um—gods what was his name?”

“We’re done.” Was all you said, your smile falling a bit.

Alina opened her mouth to say more, but a courtier asked her to dance, and she shot you one last meaningful look before accepting. The two of you would talk later. Later would be when you could vent to her. But for now, you felt a presence at your side, not touching you, and it was as if your very soul recognized him before you looked up.

“I see you got the gift.” He said simply, eyeing the jewel that hung from your neck. “It looks beautiful on you.”

“Nik,” you sighed, turning to face him. “can we please not fight anymore? I’m exhausted of this.”

“A cease-fire, darling?” He raised his brows, but a glimmer of hope was building in his eyes. He looked ridiculously handsome in his suit, blue eyes soft as they watched you. “Not your style, but I’ll accept your surrender.”

You smirked and tugged your white handkerchief out of your pocket, waving it once in a comical manner as a boyish laugh left him. He snatched it up, tucking it in his own pocket as you protested, a smile pulling at your mouth.

“Theres the smile I love.” He teased, and your face fell a bit. He quickly added, “I’m keeping your flag of surrender. Lest I need to remind you of it, later.”

“Insufferable. All you men are insufferable.”

“Too insufferable to dance with?”

“Saints. Fine. Lead the way, Prince Charming.”

Nikolai’s low chuckle jabbed at an emotion inside you that you hadn’t entertained in years, the feeling growing more and more as he took your hand gently in his and moved the two of you onto the dance floor. You danced in peaceful calm for several minutes, then allowed the prince to lead you into the next song, and the next.

He was definitely breaking all sorts of court etiquette rules, especially when the woman he was holding hostage was his fiancée’s sister, but Nikolai didn’t give a shit. You finally weren’t trying to flay him alive and…gods. He’d missed you. Hadn’t wanted to put you in danger years ago when he fled. Hadn’t wanted to take you away from your Grisha, not if your mind changed about practicing and you might very well be what Ravka needed to tear down the fold.

But you were as stubborn as ever, to his delight, and hadn’t let anyone push you around. Not where your own life was concerned.

“He and I, we…” you trailed off after a moment, feeling Nikolai’s grip on you tighten a fraction before you spoke. “I left him. You were right, for once in your life.” Your teasing note fell flat, especially when you looked up at him and found his expression to be torn between what seemed like regret and relief.

“Was I right about more than that?” He asked, his tone also not hitting the part for the joke he was making, and you let out a half-hearted laugh.

“Sure, Nik. All I want is to sneak out of here and tear all your clothes off.” You grinned, but then felt your face warming as the truth of your words was a bit too obvious. But Nikolai either didn’t notice, or didn’t care, because his hand reached up to casually brush a tendril of hair behind your ear.

“I wanted you to come with me.” He said, brow furrowing, and your smile dropped from your face. “Alina isn’t—she isn’t—” his expression changed into one agonized enough for your own heart to ache, especially as his next words cleaved you in half. “I want to marry a Starkov. But not her.”

You stepped back, eyes shuttering as you stared at the prince, at your old friend, at the man who riled you up and made you laugh and pissed you off and—

You couldn’t stay.

You turned and left, not even stopping to say goodbye to Alina before you’d ducked out of the hallway, something in your chest tearing in two at his words. Marry him. Marry him. Alina was going to marry Nikolai, and you couldn’t— A choked sound left your mouth as you ducked into the closest room, slamming the door to an oversized broom closet behind you.

And when the first broken sob pushed past your lips, you sank onto the ground, one hand clutched around the necklace at your throat. It was all a waste of time. The years missing him, the days of sparring with him—wasted time. Not when you could’ve been enjoying his company, rekindling your friendship.

But it might’ve been just that much harder to watch your sister walk down the aisle if you allowed yourself to feel for him again. Especially if the way you felt now, like your world was collapsing, was a preview of that event. So you stayed in the closet, crying until you managed to catch your breath, and then headed to your rooms to bed.

Nikolai was sitting on your couch when you entered and you froze, hand stilling on the doorknob as you looked at him. He glanced up, eyes rimmed with red, and smiled weakly at the sight of you.

“My favorite Starkov.” He said by way of greeting, taking in your tear-stained face with an expression of pain. “What is it?”

You couldn’t hold back your words, not when the champagne was going to your head and you’d just wept over him for longer than you’d liked.

“Don’t marry her.” You pleaded, shutting the door and leaning against it. “Please, Nikolai. If you marry her I’ll be stuck with you forever on the sidelines and I can’t handle—” you gasped as a shot of pain ran through you so hard you almost broke, and he stood, stepping over to you in a few easy strides.

“Y/N,” he whispered, clasping your face in his hands. “Please don’t cry. I can’t take it.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Your face crumpled as you looked at him, looked at your friend you cared so much for, and his own expression was just as ruined. “I can’t help but—” You wanted to say it. Love you. But if you told him that truth you’d never be able to go back. Would rather die than admit that and watch him marry Alina. “Nikolai, I can’t—”

“I love you.” He said, almost as if he couldn’t get the words out fast enough, and your heart seized in your chest when he lowered his head and kissed you. Your eyes shut before you could stop yourself, and then you were pushing him away, eyes widening with horror.

“Don’t.” You whispered, pain cleaving you in half. “Please don’t.”

“I do. I love you.”

“Nikolai—”

“From the moment we met. The moment you blinded that asshole of an instructor. The moment you kissed me in that tavern. I haven’t forgotten. Not your spirit or your beauty or—”

“Nikolai.” Your voice was a plead, even as you gripped his coat, holding him close to you. “Nikolai she’s my sister. I cant.”

“She doesn’t love me. Not like you do.”

“I don’t—”

“Please don’t ruin this.” He sighed, planting another dizzying kiss against your mouth. “Please. I cannot imagine my life without you. That is not a life I want to live. I’ll go to my grave before loving anyone else, because you are the only person I could imagine myself loving forever.”

“Nik, I don’t..” your throat tightened as you looked at him, at those handsome features you’d well past memorized. “Ravka is more important. Ravka is more important than how I feel.”

“I don’t care about Ravka. Not more than you.” He practically hissed, blue eyes boring down into yours. “I want you. I’ll give up my crown. Give up everything, just—just love me. Because if I go one more day without you I’m going to lose my mind.” He sighed and pressed his brow against yours, feeling your hands trail up to grasp his neck. “You are my star and my Sun. You are the breeze that touched me when we were apart. You are—”

You cut him off with a crushing kiss, almost knocking him over as you pushed him backwards onto the couch. He gripped your hips and groaned against you when you yanked at his trousers, wanting more contact, more, especially when his hands ran up your bare legs and practically ripped off your underwear.

“Just one night.” You swore, voice hoarse as you looked at him.

“It’s not enough.” He argued, but let out a gravelly moan when you managed to free him from his clothing and sank down on top of him. “Holy—”

But there was absolutely nothing holy about it. Not when you two grasped each other desperately, every inch of you burning as he thrust up inside you, your moans echoing against the walls as you felt him. Saints he was—and the feel of him was—

“Nikolai.” You gasped, burying your face in his neck, especially as he rolled you both over and fucked you against the couch, every gasp and moan pulled from your mouth music to his ears.

“God, I love you.” He whispered against your skin, pushing at your dress to take it off, his hips still rolling against your own. You moaned as he bit down on the skin of your shoulder, then licked the offended area. “Y/N.”

Dear gods.

You could barely breathe as he pushed into you, especially when you came, his fingers rubbing at your clit as he fucked you. But then you were moving, his strong arms carrying you to your bed, and he kissed you over and over as he thrust into you lazily, grinning against your neck when he brought you to orgasm again.

Afterwards, when his mouth was pressing soft kisses against your neck and bare shoulder, you turned to face him. Brown eyes met blue as you took him in, took in the planes of his face and the loving expression in his eyes.

“Do you really love me?” You questioned, combing your fingers through his hair. You were still a bit stunned by his confession, even if it mirrored how you felt, too.

“With every fiber of my being.” He sighed, closing his eyes at your touch. “I will break off the engagement.” Before you could protest he gave you a deadly serious look, eyes never leaving your own. “I refuse to put a ring on anyone else’s hand. I will crawl on my knees for you. I will beg you until we’re old if that’s what you want. But I will marry you, Y/N.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until he brushed away your tears with his hand, leaning forward to kiss your brow.

“So much energy wasted fighting when I could’ve been fucking your lights out every night since I came back.”

You snorted and smacked his shoulder, earning an affectionate grin.

“Go to sleep, Prince Charming.” You murmured, setting against his chest as he looped his arms around you, beckoning you both into a peaceful sleep.

I have no words BYE

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7. wicked games

SUMMARY. Y/N Gorgon and Draco Malfoy have a long history of mutual hatred. You see, the two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since their 1st year at Hogwarts, to the dismay of their close friends and supervisors. However, after a prank left Y/N completely out of her mind, she decides that she'll pull her cruelest prank yet on Draco by pretending to be his secret admirer.

PAIRING. Draco Malfoy x reader

GENRE. series, enemies to lovers, rival, comedy (?)

WORD COUNT. 2956 words.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. i feel like this is rushed :/ I didn't have anymore inspo for the story, but i didn't want to leave the story unfinished. I hope you like it :3 NOT PROOF READ AND I MAY CORRECT IT.

PARTS. 1 2 3 4 5 6

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VII. STAR-CROSSED LOVERS.

"Out of all the people in this school, she decided to go with Potter?" Draco chuckled to himself like a madman, "what's wrong with him? he's been like that for the entire afternoon," Theodore whispered to Blaise, "man, I don't know! I think he's broken or something," Blaise replied. Swiftly, the latter grabbed a pillow from one of the common room's couch to throw it on his friend in order to get his attention.

“Dray, what’s wrong with you? You look like a maniac!” Theodore exclaimed as soon as he and Blaise got their friend’s attention, “what’s wrong with me? More like what’s wrong with Gorgon!” Draco’s friends sighed as they didn’t could probably recite from memory every word that was going to come out of Draco’s mouth. Can you blame them? Who would want to hear their friend have a ted talk about someone they allegedly hate?

Theodore and Blaise have known from the moment you and Draco met that he liked you. They saw how you picked his interest and how he would always put so much thought and effort on the prank he did to get back at you. His friends knew that if draco didn't actually like you, he wouldn't even acknowledge your existence.

Blaise scratches the left side of his nose, which is a gesture he always does when he’s annoyed, “what did she do?” he sighed, not even bothered to hide how much he didn’t want to listen to his rant about you. Theodore on the other side, already took a seat on one of the many sofas of the common room. Well, ‘taking a seat’ isn’t the most appropriate wording to describe the way he took a sit : the boy was literally sprawled on the couch. He knew he had to get comfortable because Draco’s rant was about to be unnecessarily long, and, most importantly, he knew that he was going to end up in morpheus' arms.

“This morning, i was going to class, and I—" draco started his rant, "I don't got time for the entire story, just make it short," Theodore intervened earning a glare from Draco, "Basically, I thought Y/N was going to ask me to the ball, turns out she just wanted to ask me to get my 'fangirls' away from her. And the worst, is that she's actually going with Potter!" Theodore and Blaise shared a funny look which didn't go unnoticed by Draco who frowned his eyebrows, "Did I say something wrong?" He asked confusedly which made both of his friends burst into laughter, "ain't no way," Theodore laughed, "you're actually, jealous?" This sentence alone made Blaise and Theodore laugh like hyenas, "Yeah! Aren't you the one that once said, and i quote, 'if I ever feel any other feelings for Y/N other than hate, check me in a psych ward'?" Blaise said as he tried to get his breath back from laughing too much, "yeah!", theodore laughed, "which psych ward do you choose?"

"Is your head empty? Or did you lose the plot?" Draco said defensively, not wanting to admit that he had caught feelings for you. But Draco was not stupid : he knew that his friends caught on, and him denying his feelings for you was, perhapsn only a matter of pride. "I'm not jealous! Can't you guys see that both of my enemies are literally forming an alliance? I know Y/N just did this to piss me off, For Merlin's sake, she knows how I feel about potter"

The look of despair, or maybe even pity, was so prominent in Theodore's and Blaise's eyes. So instead of making Draco get back to his senses and admit his feelings for you, they decided to try another approach, "I mean, what if she actually likes him?" Blaise said while shrugging his shoulders to which draco frowned, "True, like look at him! Isn't he the chosen one or something? If I didn't know better, I'd also totally be in love with him." Theodore agreed.

A silence took over the room, the boys were looking at each other awkwardly due to Theodore’s unnecessary comment, "Oh, boy! look at the time! We need to go back to class," Blaise said as he looked at his watch, "All we're saying is that you make your move before Harry Pottah snatches your girl," Theodore suggested as he got up from the couch he was sprawled on, and Blaise nodded his head in agreement as he squeezed Draco's shoulder.

The boys left Draco all alone with his thoughts. Draco was beyond annoyed. He knew you liked him, he caught on with all the clues : The letters, the amortentia and you implicitly admitted it by being speechless to his question. And yet, you were going to the ball with Potter ? That's where he drew the line. He sure hoped that you were playing a stupid prank on him, and if you didn't, things were going to get ugly. Malfoy didn't know how, but he was going to put an end to all these wicked games.

Draco poked his tongue inside his cheek, "Really, Potter?" he grumbled for the nth time on this day as he grabbed his backpack harshly.

"Really, potter?" Athena said as you dragged her by the arm in the hallway, earning curious looks from the other students. "Please, please! stop repeating this," you pleaded, almost ready to get down on your knees to beg her to put an end to your suffering.

"But, why Y/N? You make me so tired!" Athena huffed, "everything was going so smoothly, I could almost picture myself at you and draco's wedding. But, noooo! you had to add Potter to the equation." she said, "Wedding? You are so sick Athena,” you said as you pretended to gag, “besides, is not like i had a choice. Potter was the first one to go through that door ! Do you really think i’d choose him on purpose?” you asked doubting that your friend even knew you well.

“you had a choice to not imply that you had a date to the ball!” Athena exclaimed. You didnt know how to answer her because she had a point : Maybe, just maybe, if you didn’t say that you were going with Potter to the ball, this whole saga between you and Draco actually would’ve been over. You sighed as you knew that you made whatever situation was going on between you and Draco even longer.

“Harry’s coming towards us. Act natural,” Athena whispered, "shit, I forgot that he'll want some clarifications," you said as you drew a big smile on your face.

You felt someone tap on your shoulder, "Y/N," you recognized Harry's voice, "oh, hey Potter! what are you doing here?" you asked as soon as you made eye contact with him, "What am I doing here? in school?" he said confused, "oh, c'mon! you know what I meant, Harry," you playfully slapped his shoulder, "Uh, yeah, right." He scratched the back of his head.

"Look, I understand you have some feud going on with Draco for quite some time right now," he started, "and I really do not want to get involved in it. I mean, you understand, right? You know that Draco and I aren't exactly the best of friends," he continued as you knew damn well what the end of his sentence will sound like, "Obviously, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the ball with you Y/N. Plus, there's already someone I'd like to go with," he said while avoiding any kind of eye-contact with you.

You put your hand on his biceps gently, "I get it, Harry ! don't worry about that. I was wrong to involve you in the first place," you smiled, "anywho, who's the lucky girl?" you asked noticing a faint hint of blush on the boy's cheek. Harry looked reluctant to say the name of the person that had the key to his heart ; he opened and closed his mouth, almost resembling a goldfish. “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me,” you smiled, “besides, i’ll wait for the ball to see who’s the lucky one,” you added. Harry bid you and Athena goodbye and walked rather quickly, almost running, from you guys.

You wondered what made him want to run away from you guys. Was it something you said ? Did you prey too much on his private life ?

Turns out, it was neither. All you had to do was to turn around to see the answer of your question. “Jeez! Where the fuck do you keep popping from, Malfoy?” You put your hand on your heart as an attempt to try to calm its hectic heartbeats.

Draco frowned at you, "what were you talking about just now?" it was now your turn to frown, "why do you care?," you replied. For a second, Malfoy's frowned turned into surprise but he regained his composure, "I don't care! Matter of fact, I could care less about you and that prick were talking about!" He pointed to the door behind you, "I'm just trying to get to that room and you're blocking the way, move!" You looked behind you, only to find you were standing in front of the girls' bathroom.

"You're turning to go to the...girl's bathroom?" You asked and on draco's cheeks, a faint hint of red appeared, "yeah? besides, it's none of your business!" Draco got defensive and you chuckled in a way that made Malfoy's heart skip a beat, "Sure, weirdo," you replied, "i'll leave you tend to your," you stopped your sentence, "business".

The ink was slowly drying under Draco's gaze. To make the process a little faster, Malfoy was blowing on the paper.

You see, the boy had a plan : As the ball was approaching, Draco was still persuaded that you were going with Harry. Therefore, Malfoy had to act quick to change your mind. And so, his last resort was to write you a note in hope that it would make you change your mind.

As the ink finally dried on the paper, and Draco's decision was made, the latter read the note for the nth time :

"Meet me tonight at 10 pm sharp in the astronomy tower. D.M."

His heart was pounding loudly in his chest, he could even hear his heartbeat in his ears if he were to hold his breath. Since when did you have this effect on him? You made him feel so giddy that it was ridiculous. He had never met someone like you, and he doesn't think he'll ever be able to have such an encounter as you were so unique.

Gathering all of his courage, he grabbed one of his signature black envelopes, put the piece of paper in it and sealed it with green wax.

"Let's hope for the best," he mumbled to himself as he placed the enveloped that contained all of his courage written in a single sentence on the corner of his desk.

He planned to give you the note tomorrow morning, so, needless to say, this was going to be a sleepless night for draco.

To say that today was the best day you've experienced so far would be a stretch, yet, this was how you truly felt. Maybe it was the fact that you didn't run out of hot water while you were taking your daily morning shower, how you managed to do your hair without ending up in tears of frustration or because they served your favorite for breakfast in the cafeteria : Anywho, today is the best day ever and you're not letting anyone ruin it for you. I mean, even your breakfast was tastier than usual.

As you were savoring your breakfast, a black envelope fell gently on the side of your plate. You looked at it curiously, you didn’t expect to receive any mail today. Placing your cutlery on the table, you grabbed the envelope and something caught your attention : The green seal.

“Is this from Draco?” you whispered to yourself, and as you brought your hand to the black envelope to carefully break the seal, you couldn't help to wonder why he would send you a letter.

As you took out the piece of paper that was contained In the envelope to read it, you felt someone mumble in your right ear, "Meet me tonight at 10 pm sharp in the astronomy tower, signed D.M." Of course, you had recognized that voice : it was Athena, "Hey! Don't read that! it's personal," you exclaimed as you brought the paper close to your chest, "D.M.?!" Athena said, "As in 'Draco Malfoy?'" she half-screamed with a mouthful of pancakes in her mouth and eyes wide as saucers.

"I think so," you said as you examined the letter over and over and over again. "Are you going? Please tell me that you're going," she pleaded, "I don't know," you shrugged your shoulders, "I need to think about it," you said, "Well, you better think fast!"

By noon, you already decided that you were going to face Draco and finally bury the hatchet with him.

And by midnight, after successfully avoiding Flich, you made your way up to the top of the astronomy tower. After climbing the entirety of the steps, you saw the one who stole your heart : there he was, in all his glory, facing the stars as he patiently waited for you to come. The silence of the starry night was broken by the sound of his suave voice, "did you have fun playing with my feelings?", he started, "was it entertaining to you, Gorgon?" He turned around to look in your eyes.

You frowned your eyebrows, "chill, Draco! It was just a prank. Didn't we already talk about this?", you told him as you watch his face turn into a frown, "I'm not talking about the letters, Y/N," his grey eyes starred straight at yours, and you felt intimidated in this moment, "What are you talking about then?" you managed to say without stuttering.

"I'm talking about the fact that I was truly convinced you liked me after you had smelled the amortentia that day, but there you go, asking Potter to go with you to the ball as if you don't even feel a thing for me." You could swear you heard his usual monotone voice break a little, "Do you still love me, Y/N?" he asked with a sincere look in his eyes.

There was no need to hide it anymore, you did have feelings for Draco and he undoubtedly knew it. However you couldn't find the strength in yourself to say it loud and clear because, well, you will still in denial : it felt like the moment you would say those three words to him, it would only confirm to you that you have feeling for him.

"Why does it matter, Draco?" you said desperately, "Do you love me, Y/N?" he repeated, but this time, it seemed like he demanded you to say it. "Why do you care?" you sighed.

"Because," he looked away from you, "Because I'm in love with you, Y/N!" he exclaimed, and you were taken aback.

Draco took three steps towards you, as an attempt to make the distance between you two a little less far, for all he wanted was to feel closer to you, "It's you. it has always been you, Y/N. Since the moment i laid my eyes on you, I knew that we were meant to be together." Draco felt nervous: he had the impression that his voice was shaking, his hands were getting sweaty, and he had no doubt that it was all because of you.

"it was not love at first sight, so don't get on your high horses," Draco laughed, "I just knew that I was gonna end up falling in love with you eventually, no matter how hard I tried to stop myself. I hated it that you had this power over me."

This couldn't be true. How did Draco go from hating the fact that he had to share the same oxygen as you to acting as if he wanted to be the air you breathe?

"Is this a joke?" you half-laughed, "you're pulling a joke on me right, Draco? You don’t love me, draco. Trust me." you looked away from him, but his index and thumb found their way to your chin to gently make you look at him again, "Who are you to think that you know my heart better than I do?" Draco asked you.

You searched his eyes for the usual sparkle of malice that he would have when he used to pull those pranks on you, but there was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. And so, you gathered your courage to speak up, "Do you really love me, Draco?" your words came out in a whisper as you felt like a helpless child under his gaze. You felt your heart beat faster, "Because I do love you. I really do," you confessed.

"I love you, Y/N," Draco started as he held your face in his hands, "I’ll love you in every universe," he kissed your left cheek, "I’ll love you in this life and the next," he kissed your right cheek, "I’ll love you for a thousand lifetimes." He brought his lips to yours.

After a passionate kiss, Draco pulled away to look at you, “Merlin, you’re so pretty,” he said, breathless. As you looked into his eyes, you could see the entire galaxy in them from how much they sparkled, “so, is it over?” you asked, “What?” he questioned you, “the wicked games,” you affirmed to which he just smiled sheepishly at you.

“On one condition,” he started, “will I get to be your boyfriend?” Draco’s hands held yours as the question rolled out of his mouth, “i’ll think about it,” you smiled before putting your lips on his again.

We all have memories we’ll never forget. Those memories bear an impact on us, an impact so big that they are engraved in the back of our brains forever. For instance, you remember the first time you ate a chocolate frog, the first time you watched the snow fall from your bedroom’s window, your first encounter with Draco Malfoy, and the day you first felt Draco's lips on yours.

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Prom

Summary: Eddie doesn’t do prom but you do. So he shouldn't be mad that someone else asked you out right?

A/N: Edit of Eddie at Prom is from @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

Trope: Eddie x reader; Friends to lovers

Warning: Tiny hurt a lot of comfort, cussing, bad writing, metion of drug, kissing,

Word count: 2.0k

Prom…..You love prom, well the idea of it you've never been to one, getting dressed up being a prettier version of yourself, and dancing all night with your friends. Ever since you learned what prom was you fantasized about it,in sixth grade you watch your sister go to prom. You have a tight bond with your sister you tell her everything and vice versa, she knows about your crush, she is currently pursuing her dreams of being a fashion designer so sadly she will not be able to see you or help you get ready for prom like you did her. You went dress shopping with her, watched her do her makeup, getting in the car with her date, you begged you parents to let you stay up till she came home you wanted to hear very detail of her night. You hung on to every word, imagining yourself in her shoes. You dream of that moment. It was finally prom season, your senior prom, you only wanted to go with one person Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson, the man you have been crushing on since he moved to Hawkins. He was your dream boy, your fantasy man, you had Kirk Hammett, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Slash poster all over your wall Eddie fit right into your type. But you never knew his type he never spoke about girls, other than a fair maiden in his campaign that sounded a little too much like you but you are not going to feed into your delusions. But he makes it very clear on how he feels about couples and prom especially prom. The couples thing you kinda understand the making out in the halls, the overly saying I love you too the point it has no meaning, the list could go on. But with prom he hated everything about it the dressing, overly expensive ticket, the dancing, the music, being in a place with people that he hated, so you weren’t surprised to his answer to Jeff’s question.

“Ahh prom time again” he said while looking at all the posters advertising it in the hallway “Did you buy your ticket Eddie” he gave Jeff a glare “Hell no why would I waste my so little money I have on that” the boys laugh with Eddie “Well I did” you exclaimed. There heads snapped fast “What” “Yeah I brought my ticket like the first day tickets went on sale” you beamed “Why would you do that” Eddie said “I unlike you I want to go to prom so I am going and bought my ticket “Oh thank god I bought me one too” Joe added. Joe was new to the school he fit right in with you guys. He had brown eyes, light brown curly hair on the shorter side, he was cute but he wasn’t Eddie. “At least I won’t be alone now” you laugh, not aware of Eddie’s stare at the interaction. “Maybe we can go together like a date” Joe said Date you are going to have a date to prom. You face light up as Eddie’s fell “Yes I would love that”

Hellfire club had a spoken unspoken rule no one can date you. Why? Eddie Munson has the biggest crush on you but won’t say it. All the boys knew about Eddie’s crush, Eddie didn’t tell them, it was obvious. He would stare at you when talking, he made a seating chart for the lunch table an DnD having you right next to him, you were the only one aloud to touch his music, your taste in music help a lot with that one. So about a year ago you and Eddie were both in lunch detention when the boys made the rule, also thinking of ways to get you guys together. All the boys knew except Joe he was late to the group now Eddie is staring at him wishing Joe’s head would explode.

Eddie came to lunch the next day flabbergasted, Joe was sitting next to you he shouldn't be there he should be on the other side next to mike at the end, he place him there for a reason for he wouldn’t be anywhere near his girl, you, he means you, not really. “Um what are you doing” he asked “Oh hi Eddie” you chirped with a smile, he loved your smile, “We were just discussing prom and didn’t want to do it shouting across the table” “Well my sweet y/n there are rules and a seating chart so” he slowly turned to Joe “Get going to your seat” you looked at Joe apologetically “It’s fine we can just meet up later” “Oh yeah duh I forgot we could see each other outside of school” you joked. What have I done Eddie thought now they are going to hang out after school alone.

Eddie was moody well moodier then normal when Friday came around, tomorrow was prom he knew by Monday that would be the talk of the school, between you and Joe. You and Joe, he hated the thought of you too together making memories what if you kiss tomorrow night, what if you start liking Joe, what if you walked in hand in hand with Joe Monday morning all because he didn’t tell you, his feelings. He knew how much you like prom he loved watching your eyes lit up when talking about it he wanted to take you. When you said you bought your ticket, he was going nonchalantly say something along the lines of “I will go since you are going to be lonely” but stupid Joe bet him to it. When he sat down at lunch, he couldn’t help but smile at your excitement. You looked like a little puppy full of energy waiting to go outside, he wished you were that excited because of him.

You woke up to your sister jumping on your bed “Wake up little girl it’s prom time” You jumped out of bed and hugged your sister. “You came” “How could I miss you big day, the day you have been dreaming about forever” you blushed “Ohh shush not forever” yes, yes you have. “Now let’s go eat my made breakfast then we can start on your hair” she squealed grabbed your hand then you both ran downstairs click you have been blinded by the flash “Ay mom” “Sorry miha but you know about me and my pictures” “But I'm just getting up” “And you are holding hands with your sister so picture moment” she sassed “Now come and sit” After breakfast your sister got to work with you hair. She curled it and put it into a low half up after down style with a black bow to match your dress. Your dress was a beautiful black dress, it was a mid-length black sparky tulle with bows on the shoulder, you paired it with some black flats you really wanted to wear heels, but you can’t walk let alone dance in them. You did your makeup, nice sharp black eyeliner, with some black on the water line, a nice matte dark red color. It was perfect.

Eddie was stressing out, the hellfire club was over, he told them that they would do a one-shot, but he just wasn’t in the game. He got up and went to the bathroom when uncle Wayne walked out “Is that boy still in a funk” “Yep” said Jeff “We need to find out why” “Oh we know” then Eddie walked out and all eyes were on him “What” “Eddie” Gareth started “You should go” “Are you kicking me out my own house” “No you should go to prom” “There is no way I am going” “What up with prom” Wayne asked “Nothing I’m not going” “Say where is Y/N” Wayne said “At her house getting ready for stupid prom probably all dolled up and gorgeous for stupid Joe” he growled Wayne gave a knowing look “Ah I see are you sure you don’t want to go the prom” “Yes I'm sure I am not going unless it is with Y/N-” he eyes got wide did he just say that out loud. The boys laugh "FINALLY" "Finally what do you mean finally" “We will explain later but now we have to get you too prom”Dustin said “But-” “No buts" Wayne cut in "you are going to get the girl” They quickly ran around the house trying to find nice clothes for Eddie the found a black button up, a pair of none ripped jeans, and one of Wayne black blazers, he fixed his hair to look tamed and was out the door. Now he had to go to your place and find a way into prom.

Joe got there in a black and white tuxedo, a little basic tbh, your mom snapped her pictures then you headed toward the car he was driving you there. The ride was quiet low music playing your mind wondered imaging Eddie being in Joe’s position, but no. Eddie was driving like a maniac to your house, he got there then ran to your doorsteps and knocked, your sister answered “Hey? Can I help you” “Hi” he said out of breath “Is- um- is y/n here” “No she just left” “shit” he said under his breath “Your Eddie aren’t you” Yeah why” “Just wondering” she said with a smirk she was definitely telling you this tonight. He ran back to the van and sped out the driveway to the school. He parked in the back that was close to the exit of the gym. He waited a good 5 long minutes till someone opened the back door, Robin. “Hurry in loser” “How did you know” “Dustin told me.” He was about to reply that he saw you, you looked like a fallen angel so perfect then Joe came into view, and he rolled his eyes. “Go get her” Robin said as she pushed him. You made eye contact Eddie you mouthed. Eddie jogged to you “Hey fancy seeing you guys here” “Eddie what are you doing here” “Listen we need to talk” “And it couldn’t wait till after” “Nope” he dragged up away “Eddie what is-” “Please before you date Joe listen to me” “Date Joe? Why would I date Joe?” “Because you like him right I mean he is your date to prom so” “I don’t like him like that” “Then why are you his date” “Were you going to ask me and be mine” “Yes” “See I- wait what” “Yes I was, I was going to ask you literally at the same moment that Joe did but he speak 2 seconds before those 2 seconds have been haunting me since then” Eddie wanted to take you to prom “Wow I- Wow" “I know you probably would have said no so maybe it was a good thing-” Eddie felt your lips on his he melted into the kiss your lips were so soft. You ended the kiss and giggled when Eddie chased after your lips “I would have said yes if that wasn’t proof enough” he smirked “I think I need more proof” he grabbed your waist and pulled you in but then a cough interrupted, you both turn to see Joe “Joe I am sorry” “Its ok I had a feeling this would happen” “Listen I-” “Y/n its fine we came as friends it is very obvious about you too I swear I thought you guys were dating when I first met you” “Oh” you blushed “Have fun Y/n, Eddie treat her well” “You know I will” he teased and winked at you. "Oh I sorry Eddie my lips left a stain let me-" "No" he grabbed your hands "I want everyone to know I kiss the prettiest girl in Hawkins" Eddie danced with you all night. He bribes them with $20 and some weed to play some Metallica. The night ended with Eddie driving you home, kissing you on your doorstep “Until tomorrow my queen” he bowed and kiss you hand “Tomorrow” you questioned “What is tomorrow” “Oh yeah I forgot to tell you we have a date” He got into his van and watch you walk in before going into the living finding your sister on the couch waiting for you “Tell me everything”

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie fluff #eddie is so in love #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie my beloved #st fanfic #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n

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cottoncandyafterdark · 3 months

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Doctor Stone Headcanons - Love Language Headcanons

Tags: SFW, fluff, headcanons

Warnings: None

Notes: Originally posted on ao3 here

Senku

Quality time. Senku is pretty low-key with how he shows his love, and prefers the same in return. He's never going to be super physically affectionate or lovey-dovey; but he's going to want to be near you, just talking about whatever, a lot more often and for longer than he would even tolerate being around pretty much anyone else.

Gen

Physical affection; Hear me out, I bet Gen is really cuddly when he has a romantic partner. Lots of surprise hugs, cheek kisses, and hand holding. He's not especially shy about doing any of these things around other people, but it's definitely more frequent in private.

Taiju

Physical affection and words of affirmation. Seriously, dating Taiju just means a never-ending stream of hugs and cuddles and him telling you how much he loves you and how great you are.

Yuzuriha

Acts of service; Yuzuriha is a helper at her core, and it will show through in your relationship. If you have a task you're doing and she isn't busy with something else, she'll help you; and obviously, she'd greatly appreciate if you'd return the favor.

Ryusui

Gifts. I bet Ryusui is the best at gift-giving. Especially before the petrification, but even in the stone world where he can't just buy you whatever you want anymore, he still finds a way to get you things he knows you'll like.

Francois

What else would it be? Acts of service, with maybe a hint of gift giving. Francois was born to serve, so if you absolutely hate a chore, they will do it for you, you don't even have to ask- just have fun never doing the dishes again. They know just what foods you like and what you don't like and are more than happy to make you your favorite dish, so long as they have the time and resources.

Chrome

Acts of service. When he really cares about someone, he'll do pretty much anything for them. That much is clear from how he spent years trying to find something that could cure Ruri. He would do the same for you, and anything else you needed.

Kinro

Words. Kinro is a man of few words, but that just makes the words he does say all the more meaningful. When he says he loves you, that he'll always be there for you, you know he always means it.

Ginro

Physical affection. Ginro would win the award for World's Clingiest Boyfriend with the way he practically hangs off of you every chance he gets. He's definitely not the least bit shy about PDA.

Kohaku

Acts of service, but not quite in the traditional way; she isn't so good at doing chores or whatever (she might still try, though) so her acts of service are more along the lines of defending you if someone's bothering you, or carrying you if you're hurt or sick and having a hard time walking.

Tsukasa

Physical touch, but he's pretty low-key about it. He doesn't do a lot of hugs or anything (that's not to say none, but they aren't his primary way of showing affection), but smaller gestures like placing a hand on your shoulder or back and quick kisses are pretty common.

Hyoga

This one was kinda hard because Hyoga isn't exactly the loving type in general, but I'm going to say quality time. Just the fact that he's not just willing, but wants to be near you should say a whole lot about how he feels about you.

Ukyo

Words of affirmation; he tells you he loves you every day. He feels it's the best way to make sure there are no doubts as to how he feels about you.

Nikki

Physical touch; look at her and tell me she isn't amazing at giving hugs. The muscular arms that can beat the crap out of a guy twice her size can also lovingly hold you like you're the most precious thing in the world (because you are, of course). She does get shy about PDA near other people, though.

Gift giving. Yo acts tough but he can be surprisingly sweet when he really loves someone. He's the kind of guy who will search through the forest all day just to find some pretty flowers to give you. He also likes to show off your relationship and brag to everyone else about how he has the hottest girlfriend/boyfriend/partner, which I think counts as words of affirmation?

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those70scomics · 1 year

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Jay Kelso could’ve easily been Kelso and Brooke’s child, especially with how Kelso describes him in “That ‘90s Pilot”. Nothing about Jay’s characterization suggests Jackie as his mother. He’s all Michael Kelso but with, say, Brooke’s sense of responsibility buried deep inside (that his feelings for Leia bring to the surface) and a love for nature (Jackie hated nature, and Kelso was indifferent to it -- except to blow it up with fireworks).

I’m not going to write a That ‘90s Show fanfic that makes it fit with That ‘70s Show canon, but I did think about how I might write one. Jay is Brooke’s son, not Jackie’s, and Red/Kitty know who he is.

Jackie and Hyde arrive from Milwaukee with their own kid -- just as Eric and Donna are leaving Leia with the Formans. So Hyde and Jackie see Eric and Donna about to get into their car.

Jackie and Hyde enter the Formans’ home with their kid, who is gay and out to their parents ... but no one else, despite Jackie and Hyde’s encouragement and putting them in a progressive private high school with a gay-straight alliance, multicultural club, openly gay teachers, etc. (Yes, this kind of school existed in the ‘90s.)

Kitty’s reaction to Hyde is similar to her reaction to Eric. Red actually hugs Hyde, which Leia witnesses (this will be important later).

Jackie and Hyde need to drop their kid off at the Formans’ for the summer because their careers are making them go from state-to-state (an unfortunate coincidence; usually if they have to travel for work, they make sure one parent is home for their kid). Not a good situation for their kid, whom they want stability for the next two months.

Leia and Jackie/Hyde’s kids are like cousins -- because she grew up knowing Hyde and Jackie as their aunt and uncle.

Hyde and Jackie, thanks to Eric and Donna, know the basics of why Leia’s staying with Red and Kitty. Hyde and Jackie, separately ask her why her life in Chicago isn’t awesome. We actually get into the depth of her feelings. Real emotional connection. She shares different things with Hyde and with Jackie, who compare notes afterward.

Jackie and Hyde think Leia might not be straight, which might contribute to her feelings of alienation in her school at home. They recognize the signs because of their own kid.

Jackie and Hyde decide to stick around for a few days while their kid settles in, which allows them to interact with Leia’s new friends, Red and Kitty, and Fez.

Since I’m sticking to the details of T9S, Fez would remain a salon owner, but he would be written as the best version of himself (a combo of T7S seasons 1 and 4, not the season 7-8 combo we get in T9S).

Jackie and Hyde connect with each of the other kids. Hyde and Gwen, in particular, bond (after some tension) on a lot of levels. There’s one aspect, though, where he thinks his sister can be of more help. He calls Angie (in between scenes), and she shows up (and has her moments with Leia, Red and Kitty, but her main scene is with Gwen).

Jackie and Nikki have a lot to talk about, and we’d learn of Nikki’s ambitions earlier than we do on T9S and the trouble that might cause for her and Nate moving forward. Jackie gives some sage advice, using Donna and Eric as the example (this would be a conversation laced with wisdom and humor because Jackie is Jackie).

Hyde asks Red how he’s going to handle having two Kelsos hanging around his house.

Red: Betsy’s more Rockwell than Kelso. She’s the only one allowed around here. Hyde: No, man. I mean Nate. Red: Nate? Hyde: He might not technically be a Kelso, but he’s a freakin’ Kelso. Good luck with that. Red: Son of a -- Kitty: Not Kelso. HAHAHAHAH!

Leia isn’t straight. I don’t want to erase her attraction to Jay, Nate, or guys. So I would write her as bisexual. Gwen is also not straight, but like a lot of kids in the ‘90s, she and Leia are unsure of what their attractions to different people mean. (Hell, like a lot of kids now, but at least there’s a lot more information -- easily accessible -- out there).

Hyde’s interactions with Oz add complexity to Oz’s character. Hyde sees in Oz the same kind of sarcastic deflection Hyde himself used as a teenager. He also can tell Oz is gay, but he doesn’t say anything about that since it’s Oz’s right to share that info himself. But Hyde tells Oz that if he continually shuts people out to protect himself, he won’t truly connect to anyone--”and those connections, man, are what life’s about.”

Oz gives Hyde a sarcastic, deflecting response, but he also takes in what Hyde said. It works through him during the season and in his interactions with Jackie and Hyde’s kid, whom Oz recognizes as gay.

Oz, who’s comfortable with his sexuality (as portrayed on T9S), approaches the subject with Jackie/Hyde’s kid They bond. They also spot the romantic attraction between Leia and Gwen but don’t say a word about it to anyone but each other (at least for season 1).

Yeah, heteronormativity is out the window in this fic. While Nikki, Nate, and Jay are all straight, Leia, Gwen, Oz, and J/H’s kid aren’t. But the story would not be an afterschool special. The kids’ sexualities are part of who they are, not who they are. This aspect of them would add to the storylines and dictate a major thread but not all the threads.

Leia, in a conversation with Hyde, says to him, “Grandpa Red hugged you when you first got here.”

Hyde: Yeah. So? Leia: He didn’t hug my dad. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen them hug. Hyde: Your dad and gramps have a few things to work out that they haven’t. Leia: Like what? Dad’s never said anything to me about it, and he tells me everything. ... Well, I guess not everything. Huh. Hyde: It’s complicated, kid. Leia: Grandpa Red doesn’t even seem to like my dad, and I don’t get that since he’s the best dad in the world -- not that you’re not a great dad, but you’re not my dad. You’re my uncle -- Hyde: Leia, it’s cool. I got it. Leia: So ... can you tell me what their problem is? Hyde: I could, but I won’t. Leia: Why not? Hyde: It’s somethin’ you should ask Red about. Maybe it’ll knock some sense into him. Leia: Talk to Grandpa Red? I mean, I talk to him all the time -- but about my dad? Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I can’t do that. Hyde: You might be the only one who can.

This conversation leaves Leia more confused and a little scared, but it creates a significant subplot in the story.

Jackie and Hyde talk with Red and Kitty before they leave for their state-hopping summer, giving them intel they otherwise wouldn’t have. Not all the intel but some important info.

Jackie and Hyde leave Point Place, but their influence stays behind. It allows the kids to think more deeply about themselves and one another (and Leia about Red), and their arcs have a lot more depth because of it.

#That 70s Show #That '70s Show #That '90s Show #Jackie x Hyde #Red x Kitty #Spoilers #Ficlet #My Meta #My Essay #Meta #Essay #Fanfic Idea

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 137. brb x oc

a/n:short because i hurt my finger but it's nothing serious, JUST ANNOYING I HATE TYPING WITH BAND AIDS(reblogs and comments are supper encouraged <3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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She knew he’d be quiet on the drive over, she knew that, but it still made her look his way with how silent he was. The song playing was quiet, so much so she couldn’t identify what it was.

Beatrice purses her lips, tapping her thumbs together as she looks around, seeing the same trees and buildings from the first time she came here with Rooster, all the while their daughter was happily chewing on her teething ring on the back seat.

The snow was light, but they knew it’d get worse as time went by so Rooster didn’t want to stay long there, especially because of both of his girls. Beatrice told him to take as long as he desired, that she and Nikki could stay in the car - even if the thought of leaving him alone in the cold was abhorrent to think about.

“I’ll be fine.” he replies as if he just read her mind, using his palm’s heel to turn the steering wheel as they got to the parking lot, looking at the mirror - smiling when he noticed Nicole’s little grin - and finally parking the car, “I don’t want either of you to be sick.”

“Well,I don’t want you to be sick either,Roos.”

“I know.”

Beatrice frowned because he turned the car off and remained inside, his hands on his thighs as he breathed in and out slowly, “...are you okay?” he nods, silently, running his fingers over the length of his mustache, a telltale sign of his nervousness or anger. Beatrice licks her lips, then slowly places her small hand on top of his, he immediately clutched it as if it was the only thing keeping him alive right now, “...we can stay here for a little bit.”

“Not too long.” he says, “The snow is going to get worse soon, I don’t want us to get stuck here.”

She had to admit that the thought of them being inside the car in the middle of a snowstorm wasn’t a soothing thought either, but she smiles softly, “Just a few seconds, handsome.” his lips quirked briefly over the nickname but he remained tense, “Just a few…do you wanna talk about something?”

“...I don’t know, not really I think.”

“Not really?’

Rooster laughs humorlessly, shaking his head, “I’m just having the same thoughts as before,gorgeous.” he mutters, ‘Just…a lot. All at once.” he rolls his lips into his mouth after he explains to her what was going on, then lets the back of his head touch the headrest of his seat, “I’m not upset for coming but I also…am?’

“Well, you miss them a lot.” she begins, “You’ve been missing them a whole lot more since Nikki was born.”

“And now we got the twins too.” he says, flicking his gaze to her stomach,”...I love Mav. I love him as my godfather, uncle and father figure…and I love Penny too, they are being the best grandparents that Nicole could have…but I sometimes wonder what it’d be like if my parents were here.” he mutters, looking up at the car’s ceiling and following the patterns on the dark surface, even running his finger along one as he kept his mind running, “I’m not being unthankful, I love both of them and I love how they want to be here for me and for Nikki but…its hard sometimes.”

“I know.’

“Especially because I know how my parents would’ve liked to meet you,meet Nikki and the twins…” he sighs again, then clenches his eyes with a shake of his head before turning to Beatrice, “I’m okay.I swear.’

“Okay…” she kissed his cheek, “Whenever you are ready.”

He nods with his mouth tight, then pushes the door open to step out first, then walks towards Beatrice’s to open it for her. She loved how it was habit now and no matter how he was feeling, he always made sure to be there for her, “I could’ve opened it,Roos.” she whispered, touching his arm when he pushes it closed.

Her husband gives her a confused look, looking at her from top to bottom and arching his brow, “...why? You mad at me?”

“Huh?No!”

“I don’t mind doing it for you.’

“Well,yeah, but–” she sighs, “No, you are right. I shouldn’t have said it…plus I like when you do that…it’s very,” she blushes, “Chivalrous.”

That brought a sincere smile out of him and his chest puffed ever so slightly, “In that case.’ he turns to Nicole’s door, opening it and smiling at their daughter, “Allow me.” he unbuckles Nicole and kisses her cheeks as he cups her under the arms, nuzzling the little baby as he straightens himself, “She looks like a little burrito.”

That brown puffy jacket with the red details and the pink beanie really did make her look like a burrito. It was so cute that Beatrice couldn’t help but laugh as she grabbed Nicole from Rooster’s hands, “At least she’s warm.” she fixes Nicole’s little mittens, kissing those tiny fingers through the wool and tucking her to her side, “We’re ready.”

He closes the passenger door, then licks his lips, “Right, let’s go then.” he mutters, “I wanna get some flowers first, I don’t think there’ll be any real ones this time. It’s…really cold, you think my mom will forgive me?”

“Well you gave her real ones a few years back,I think she can let it slide.”

“Yeah…you are right. I might get some roses though, I think those are pretty nice.”

“Anything for your dad?’

“I can give him another angel statue, even though my dad liked flowers too, just…not as fancy as my mom.”

Beatrice smiles sweetly, adjusting Nicole on her arms, “Well,we can get him another one, maybe before we leave?’

“Yeah…I’d like that.”

Beatrice offers one of her hands to his, smiling when he brings it to his lips to kiss it and guide the two towards the cemetery. If the first time there were only a few people, now it was just empty, completely empty, devoid of anyone with the exception of a few of the staff. The snow later that day undoubtedly was the reason for the absence.

Nicole hugged on her mother’s neck, light eyes moving around curiously as they walked through rows and rows of mausoleums and graves, she made a little noise because of the few splotches of color she could see from the artificial flowers there.

Beatrice smiles at Nikki, then turns towards Rooster, whose eyes are still locked ahead, never losing focus and only stopping when they reach the graves. He is happy to see that the gravestones are pretty clean, all things considered, saved for a few straggler vines climbing from the bottom towards the curves that formed his parents’ portraits, “Amazing how these still show up even in winter.”

“Do you need help?’ she asks when he crouches down, widening her eyes when he pulls out his gloves, “Roos!”

“I can’t feel them with the gloves, gorgeous.” he says matter of factly, a puff of air leaving his lips as he grunts, yanking some of the vines out, “I hate these, look, it’s like twine or some shit, it sticks on you.” he shakes his hands to get rid of the vines, then claps them together so the tiny leaves broke away from his skin, “Agh, and they smell awful.”

“Roos, your gloves, put them on, it’s too cold.”

“I will,I will.” he does eventually, after a few more seconds of silence, contemplating the gravestones and slowly standing to his feet, licking his lips with his frown forming, “....yeah, here we are.”

“Here we are.” she repeats, “You okay?’

“I’m…managing.” he chuckles dryly, “Could be much worse…much, much worse.”

“Do you need a moment?”

“No.” he says immediately, meeting her eyes, “No I want you to stay,gorgeous. I need you to stay..you and Nikki.” he pauses for a second, “C’mere, you are shaking.”

She was, but she chose to ignore it…until he offered his open arm towards her. She immediately nuzzled his side, both of their bodies creating a protective cocoon around Nicole who just gurgled happily at them, “This is nice, thank you.”

“You are welcome.” he coos,kissing her head, “...well, I think I should, um…” he laughs awkwardly, “Mom,dad, you remember Bea,right?” Beatrice blinked up at him when he says that, then focuses on the gravestones just like he was, “Well,I told you guys I loved her and,well,we are married…and this,” he nudges her a bit, gently prying Nicole from her arms to hold her up.

Nicole blinked a bit, confused about being taken from her warm embrace and looking down at the strange shapes just like her parents were, “This is Nicole Robin,” he smiles, “Say hi Nikki, this is your grandma,” he points to his mother’s grave, “And your grandpa,” then his father, ‘Here, let’s have a closer look.”

He crouches down a bit so Nicole can see their portraits, her light eyes moving from each picture curiously. She makes a little noise, then gestures to her grandfather’s picture, “Aa?”

“That’s your grandpa Nicholas.”

“Dada?”

Beatrice’s breathing hitches when she says that, placing a hand in front of her mouth and looking over towards her husband. Rooster just stared at Nicole, then back at Beatrice then towards the portrait…only to inhale shakily and clear his throat, “...no, that-that’s grandpa Nick. I’m dada.”

“Dada?” again, she looks at the picture, “Dada!”

And Beatrice knew that it was affecting Rooster more than she expected, because his brown eyes glazed over and he buries his face on Nicole’s neck, trying to hide the tears that were hanging on his lashes because that just…broke him. He heard how much he looked like his father so often that he just got used to it, but hearing from Nicole…clearly did something to him. “Roos?” he sniffles, muttering he’s okay, but Beatrice kneels next to him nonetheless, ignoring how the snow seemed to pierce through her pants but she didn’t care.

She hugged his torso the best she could, propping her chin on his shoulder and waiting until he said something again, “...damn.” she hears him say, sniffling, “Damn that…that really–fuck.”

“I know.”

“I just,” he laughs, pulling back from Nicole’s neck,”I mean…God,this….yeah….yeah it kinda broke me,huh?”

“It’s okay though.”

Rooster smiles softly, kissing Nicole’s forehead and then nuzzling her cheek, “Baby girl, that’s your grandpa,” he points again, ‘Grandpa Nick and grandma Carole,see?” he points to each gravestone, “They were amazing people…I wish you could’ve met them.”

“Aa?”

“Your grandma Carole would’ve probably just taken you away from us…and spent as much time as she could with you. Your grandpa, hell,he’d teach you how to fish now if he could. No need to wait until you are old enough to hold a fishing pole.” he chuckles, kissing her chubby cheek and slowly standing up, “And um,well, we also have two more surprises.”

Beatrice looks from Rooster to the gravestones and she says, quietly, “I’m pregnant…again.”

“Yeah, too soon if some people ask.”

‘And you two are the first ones to know!” she adds quickly, the wind moving her jacket as she says that, almost as if it was a reply to her comment, because obviously his parents couldn’t answer them even if they wanted them to, “So…yeah, we’ll have…three kids.” she looks over at Rooster with her eyes shining, “It’s…it’s really wild but we are happy and we are excited for them…right Roos?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” he’s looking at her with so much adoration Beatrice feels herself about to cry - damn hormones - but she holds back, grabbing Nicole when he hands her over and fixing her little beanie. Nicole was still staring at the gravestones with enough interest to peak worry, but Beatrice didn’t mind because that’s how their daughter was.

She gestures to Goose’s gravestone again, something new, she never gestured at anything, “Dada.”

“She’ll probably call him that for a while.”Rooster adds, this time no tears on his eyes and his smile was fond, “Which I’m okay with, you know? It’s not so bad to be compared to my father in such a way.’

“Yeah…you okay?”

“I’m great.” he says honestly, his smile widening and his eyes appearing to glow, his cheeks dusting red because of the cold wind, “But we should go back, the weather is changing. I’m just gonna get the flowers and put it here, you two can wait in the car.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m more than sure.” he says, kissing her forehead this time, “I don’t want my girls getting cold and Nicole is already looking like a little red apple with those cheeks turning red.” he baby talks which in turn makes Nikki gurgle a giggle and reach for him, he couldn’t help but kiss those little mittens and then turn towards Bea. “I won’t take long.”

“I know you won’t.” she says, “I just don’t want you getting cold either.”

Rooster laughs quietly, tilting his head at her “You are cute.” he says, kissing her lips sweetly and hugging her by the waist, this time leading them away from the gravestones and towards the entrance to the cemetery, it’d be a long walk but it was good for them.

The silence only lasted a few seconds before he spoke again, ‘Thanks for joining me.”

“You know I’ll always join you.”

“Still.” he smiles, “You are too sweet, Bea. I know how much you hate the cold and yet, you kneeled on the snow to stay close to me.”

Her cheeks reddened, because of the weather and her own flushed state, but she grinned at him, “A little sacrifice that never hurt anyone.” albeit her knees begged to disagree and Rooster saw the damp spots on her legs, “Besides, we’ll go back to the cabin and the floors will be warm and I can heat up the cocoa too.”

“Sounds like a lovely idea.” he smiles, leading her to the car - she honestly didn’t even notice they got there already - opening the passenger door so she could stay inside, “Wait for me to put Nikki on her seat, until then, remain warm, both of you.” Bea nods, meeting him halfway to kiss him, laughing quietly against his lips when he gently swiped his tongue over her mouth.

“Roos!”

“What? I’m just kissing you.” he winks, kissing Nicole’s head and gently shutting the door, “I’ll be right back.” he waves at them as he walks away, Nicole never looking from him and keeping her little fists against the window as support until she could no longer see her father. Bradley inhaled deeply, digging his hands in his jacket’s pockets as he marched to the little shop outside the cemetery.

It wasn’t…that bad. He honestly felt stupid for being so nervous.

He was…thankful, about a lot of things. About their marriage, their kids, their life…and as much as he wanted his parents to be there with him, he knew they couldn’t - not physically at least - and he knew he had the best chosen family anyone could ask for. Sure, he could contact his aunt and uncle and let them know about his life…but they never once talked to him once he joined the Navy so…why would he?

Even if they were the last - living - connection to his mother, he didn’t really feel like it’d be wise to talk to them after so long. He’s okay, he’s happy, he’s able to give his family a comfortable life with the job he has and he’s glad he could always come back home, for them.

After buying the flowers, Rooster pulls his jacket close to his neck and walks back to the cemetery,well, he tries to. Was it not for something to stop him.

A goose.

An actual goose strolling in the middle of the rows, stopping right in front of him. He blinks in surprise, looking around in hopes he can find the rest of it’s flock but sees nothing…and when he sees a little yellow bird landing on a tree not too far from him he couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath, his eyes stinging. “...hi guys.” he whispers.

The two birds just stare at him for a little while longer, then flap away. The tiny yellow bird swoops closer to him, before following the lone goose up to the sky…and he could swear they just disappear in a blink of an eye before he could even say anything else.

But his heart feels even warmer when he makes the connection in his head.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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oveliagirlhaditright · 7 months

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Something I might get thrown out of the fandom for: Buffy is really frustrating me in season seven (as I go through it again, but by reading it this time in the "Chosen" novelization, that is actually a novelization of the entire season). And before anyone comes at me, this isn't me bashing her. Also, Buffy is my favorite character in the series, so I feel like I'm allowed to say this.

But back to my point, I feel like she frustrated me some the first time I watched the season, too, but I think I somehow tampered down those emotions, because things like her being thrown out of her own house (that will forever be stupid) made me feel like the others were moreso in the wrong.

And this whole thing... I feel like it's not an easy issue. Or that you can really say that one side is more in the right or wrong than the other is, as I definitely get where both sides are coming from.

I also understand now, as I think many fans do, that I think Buffy is partly supposed to be wrong this season (at least in some ways). Like, she's surely saying and doing all the right things to help them win this war, yes. But in doing so, she's forgotten what it was like to be in the Potentials' shoes, when she was a sixteen-year-old girl facing down her Watcher and a Prophecy about her fate, throwing books at said Watcher and telling him she didn't want to die. Buffy's almost like the Watchers' Council to the Potentials in this season, which is something that should never happen and partly why she realizes that she needs to share the Slayer power by the end of it, not have it all herself.

But I definitely think she's making the wrong calls about Spike... and it grinds my gears to watch. Her emotions are clouding her judgement, and I just- I feel like the Buffy of old would have never done this. Ugh! I hate to make comparisons, but I'm sorry. Buffy was never this stupid when it came to Angel. As she said in S3 about him, "I'd never put you guys in danger. If I thought Angel was going to hurt anyone--" But meanwhile, with Spike, he's a sleeper agent liability, that she knows well about, and she does nothing and leaves him with the girls as a danger to them?! Even preferring it that way?! Yeah, yeah, yeah. Spike has a soul now and needs a chance to prove himself, but save that until after this fight. For now, send him away, like even Spike has thought was best to do! I swear! Also, Spike's needed muscle according to Buffy, which is one of the reasons she wants him there. But, honestly, at least where I'm at in this book... the points where Buffy is saying that, he's maybe helped in two fights? And, you know, if these shows weren't so adamant about keeping the two apart for no good reason, Buffy could call Angel for a little extra demon muscle: someone who is much safer, as he's not a sleeper agent for the First. Well, he's safe this season during the parts when he's not Angelus, anyway.

I also can't believe that Spike almost killed Robin and Buffy was somehow okay with this, took Spike's side, and said that if Robin came after Spike again, she'd let him kill him. Uhh, Buffy: your whole thing as the Slayer is supposed to be about protecting humans?! And the reasons they gave for this just really didn't work for me. Oh. She needs Spike's muscle to help win the war against the First, so she can't accept Robin having a personal vendetta against Spike right now. And while she and Giles are arguing about Spike, she's pretty much saying even with the Spike and Robin going on right now, he's surely not a danger and would never hurt Robin... and then she finds out she's wrong about that. And that he beat up Robin something fierce. And Spike confirms that he let him go only because of what he did to Nikki, but if he comes after him again, he'll kill him, and Buffy still acts like she did? I can't. I just can't. I just really feels like the writers of the show were on a super S*puffy shipping kick and lost all sense. I could go even further with this, but I won't.

There's also a part of me that feels that Buffy was maybe wrong with how she treated the Potentials (which I got into above, a little bit). I wanted to get into how she acted after Chloe's death (and how I agree with parts of it and not with others), but now I don't know if I feel like it, so I spent so much on other things here. Maybe another day.

Like, I do get why she needed them to shape up, because otherwise they would be dead. It's not a slumber party. And Giles' need to coddle them at first is frustrating, when he never did that for her and as Buffy says, they're the next generation. If she or Faith dies, which they very well could in this fight, they need to be able to carry the torch.

But as I said above, Buffy is forgetting how wrong all of this is and what it was like for her when she didn't want any of this, and is not taking their feelings and trauma into account enough.

And... there's a side of me that wasn't sure if I thought taking the Potentials into battle--at least as often as Buffy wanted to do--was a good idea. Because, yes: they have some slight powers and are the next generation. But they're not fully-fledged Slayers with all the powers like she and Faith are. And aren't we trying to keep these girls alive to keep the Slayer line alive? Taking them into a lot of battles increases the chance of losing them? Though I also understand that Buffy was trying to train them (and take out the First's armies), but she could also do that through patrolling and stuff. But I do patrolling is not exactly the same as real life experience in huge fights.

But in that vein... I'm also thinking the girls complaining so much that Buffy is crazy for taking them out like that, and that they came there for protection, is unfounded. When, again, they're the next generation (and, I know: they never asked for it). But people like Xander and Dawn with no powers have been out fighting the good fight for years, even younger than the Potentials are now. Yes, the threat has never been this big, but still.

Like I said, there's no easy answer here and it's all a huge mess, until Buffy shares the power.

#buffy the vampire slayer

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artandshid · 1 year

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‘do i even matter to you anymore’ with famous rockstar girly x eddie munson (flipped the rockstar narrative on its head 🥸)

This was really fun, thank you for this. Let me know what you guys think. Also I added Nikki Sixx in this because I love him so much and younger him deserves better. Angst to fluff.

Y/n and Eddie have been best friends since they were 10 years old. They did band camp together, she was a singer and he was a guitarist. They were soul mates crafted by the rock Gods themselves.

They had big plans to tour and travel together. However, it didn't exactly happen like that. She graduated and he didn't. She stayed in Hawkins and waited for him another year. He didn't graduate again. She got an offer from an all girl band based in Los Angeles that was looking for a new lead. Apparently they have been looking at her for a while, seeing her perform solo at a bar this past winter.

She was hesitant to take the offer, Eddie was still going to be here in Hawkins and she wasn't sure if she was ready to do it without him. If she even wanted to do it without him. For the past nine years of her life, Eddie was the center of her world, and she liked it like that. She liked him like that.

But he insisted that she go. That he will catch up with her and that nothing will change. They will still be the best of friends. No matter what.

She didn't tell him that she loved him and she should have. Now she wished she did, maybe things would be different. Maybe they wouldn't have drifted apart the way that they did.

She's been on tour with 'Burn' for the past six months. She hates the group. She never thought that she would hate it as much as she does, but there is more drama with this group than anything. They were meant to be empowering and badass, and they're not, they sleep with each other's boyfriends and talk shit behind each other's backs. You can't take it anymore. You want to be a solo act or play with a band you actually get along with. You want to play with Eddie.

Which doesn't even seem to be possible anymore because he's graduated now, but he also is showing no motivation to being near you anymore. It seemed that he was happy to stay in Hawkins. Your worst fears told you that he found somebody. But you also wouldn't know because he doesn't open up to you anymore.

You call him every night to talk to him while the other girls are out partying and living their best lives. You would go with them, but you're not interested in doing any of that stuff around people you aren't comfortable with. But yes you call him every night. And he used to pick up and you guys would talk for hours. Then he would pick up and the conversations were shorter, but you both understood. You were both living super busy lives. Now you have to pray that he would pick up your call at all. And when he does, he's distant.

You don't know what happened over this past year, but you just want your best friend back. And you want a sense of normalcy. And all of that is hitting you today. And you just want to cry and your best friend isn't picking up.

You try calling him for a third time, this time he answers.

"What?" He says with a snap, and you feel tears fall from your face.

"Hey," You start out shakily and hear him sigh through the phone. "Just wanted to check in, you haven't answered my calls in a few days."

"Well you know, I've been busy. How is everything going on the road?" He asks disinterested.

"Not so good Eds, I'm tired and there's so much drama going on, and they keep trying to get me to party and I just don't want to. I just want to feel a sense of normalcy even for just a few hours." You tell him and he's silent for a second.

"That really sucks sweetheart, but I gotta go, I'm sorry." He says and you want to reach through the phone and choke him.

"Did I do something Eddie, because please tell me if I did. You've been distant with me for the past few weeks and I don't know if I can take it anymore. Do I even matter to you anymore?" You sob over the phone, not even realizing when the tears started.

"Listen y/n, I can't really talk right now, but you mean the world to me. I just can't talk right now." He says and he hangs up.

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The last thing Nikki Sixx expected to see in the stairway of his hotel was Y/N Y/L/N crying. They've never formally met before, but everybody knew who she was. She was the newest sex symbol and every guy wanted her and every girl wanted to be her. And on top of that she has a killer voice. As a musician he has to respect that.

"Are you okay?" He asks her and she looks up and upon seeing him, she rolls her eyes. Understandable, he caused most of the drama within her group lately. Because he was dating the bassist, Victoria Star, but then he cheated on her with the drummer, Mila Montez. So now sometimes when they're playing, they both try to throw the rhythm off on each other.

"I'm fine, it's nothing you can fix." She tells him and basically shoves him away.

He takes a seat next to her anyways, "I probably can't help, but I heard I'm a pretty good listener."

"Yeah because you're too high to function most of the time." She says with an eye roll. She really doesn't want to be around anybody right now.

"Oh wow, so she's talented, pretty and funny." Nikki says with a laugh and nudge to her shoulder.

"Don't be trying to get into my pants now, too."

"Trust me, I'm not. I know you're not like that."

"Yeah and how do you know that?" She doesn't know why she's getting defensive.

"Because one, I've never seen you at the parties, which good idea, you're too good to be messing with that shit. Two, I personally think you're too young for my liking. What are you like 19? 20? And three, all those girls I sleep with, they have one thing in common with me. They lost all of the passion. They're so broken they can't even find refuge in the one thing that brought us all to where we are now. Music. But you?! I've watched your performances. You still love it. That is why I'm so determined to help you right now, because I don't want you to lose it. If you do, guess where you will be? On some staircase in Chicago telling a rookie not to lose their passion while you're too high to function." He finishes his rant with heavy breaths. And you raise your eyebrows at him, trying to hold in a laugh.

Eventually, his serious expression becomes too much for you and you burst out laughing.

He laughs too, "There you go, now are you gonna talk to me or are you gonna end up another basket case on the Sunset Strip?"

"I miss normalcy, I don't think this is for me. All of this touring and shit, maybe I'm just meant to be a hometown hero, and at this point, I'm fine with that." You tell him and Nikki wraps a hesitant, but comforting arm around your shoulders.

"You are not meant to be a hometown hero, like I said, I've seen you play, you're a rockstar y/n. Tour will be over soon, and you don't have to play with those bitches forever you know. You have a fan base of your own, you can run off on your own and be a solo act. Diamond Dave did it and it worked. You just have to have faith in yourself." Nikki tells her and draws circles on her shoulder.

"There's just so much drama going on with the band and in my personal life, I just want to hide away. And I can't. I'm always in the spotlight and now I'm scared that I can never get out of it. Right now I'm the fantasy of every man over the age of 13 and in a few years I'm just going to be considered another washed up singer. I want privacy and I want my old life back and I want my best friend." You say as the tears start again.

"I know it may seem that the spotlight is permanent, but I promise you it will get better. Just keep up the good reputation and keep making music. Make music for you, though, not for anybody else. And if it becomes too much, go back to the place and person you love most." He says, but you're pretty sure he's too far out of it to really know what he's saying. But he's actually being a huge help.

You sit there for a few more minutes, still sniffling with Nikki's arm still wrapped around your shoulder.

Suddenly, you hear the door of the staircase open and you look up to see your best friend. He's holding flowers in his hand, his hair is extremely wild, and his eyes are huge with wonder looking at you.

"Y/n, I missed you so much." He tells you and you smile, he looks amazing. Suddenly he looks to the figure next to you and says, "Holy shit is that Nikki Sixx."

"Yeah what's up man?" Nikki says to him not really registering that someone is talking to him and Eddie gives you a confused look.

You just shrug your shoulders and stand up to walk over to him, "Eddie, what the hell are you doing here, I thought you were busy?" You say with an edge to your voice.

"Sweetheart, I was busy planning this. That's why I've been so busy. I needed the money to get to Chicago to see my best friend." He tells you and wraps his arms around you and you hug him back tenderly.

"Eddie, you have no idea how happy I am that you're here. I've missed you so much. So much shit has been happening and I just really needed my best friend to talk to and then I thought you were mad at me and-" Eddie stops you with a kiss on your lips.

You're in shock, obviously, "You can tell me all about how shitty your band members are and how much I suck after I tell you the reason I came here in the first place. I love you. So much, I love you so much. This past year, I realized my life is shit without you. It was a scary thought of course because I know that if I truly just had friendly feelings towards you, I wouldn't want to die being away from you. If you don't feel the same way, I get it, but I need you in my life no matter where you're at or where you're going, I don't want to be too far behind."

You reach up and kiss him, deep. "Eddie that is all I've wanted. Everyday I've spent knowing you, I fall more in love. I'm so happy you're here." You say and wrap your arms around his neck and he snuggle his head into your neck.

"So I guess you guys aren't just best friends, huh?" Nikki says standing up and stumbling a bit. He has a sly smirk on his face. "What was your name again..... Eddie?" He asks with a smirk and Eddie just nods his head, absolutely starstruck, "Yes, well, Eddie you better treat her right, because she's a hell of a girl." Nikki finishes and stumbles his way up the staircase and out the door. Hopefully making it to his room for the night.

"Is he alright?" Eddie asks.

"I think he's okay. I'm glad I got to talk to him, he's very philosophical." Y/n says and they both chuckle.

"How do you feel about Corroded Coffin having a female lead singer after I finish this tour?" You ask him and he gives you the brightest, Eddie smile.

"Sounds totally metal babe"

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #best friend! eddie munson #eddie munson x you

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justalildumpling · 8 months

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moots as nct members

I'm not sure if uve already done this sorry if u have/ don't want to do this

ahh i love love love moot games like this hehe ty for sending this in💗

(i’m realising that a lot of my moots that i mostly interact with are from deobiblr😭 i’ve only tagged ppl who i am certain they stan nct but if i forgot i’m sorry!! this was written at like 3am delusion)

@sungbeam - mark

miss ma’am works herself as much as sm overworks the shit out of mark lee istg😭 TAKE A BREAK MA'AM IT'S OKAY. ok besides from that, i feel like mark is universally a comfort person for everyone in the nct community and beam is literally MY comfort person, my soulmate, my best friend (yes, she's mine. no buts😤) she's so talented at what she does, an absolute sweetheart, she cares so so much about her peers and i rlly just admire her as a person outside of tumblr. i could literally write an essay about how much i love her but i'll save everyone the read😭

@jaeminvore - jaemin

chaos. the both of them. OK BUT besides from that, nics gives off like hot girl energy like jaemin. he's is like woah he's so sexy and he knows it type vibe and nics is the same! i remember first seeing her blog/works and being like girl. im such a fan (and i still am, she's fucking hilarious and amazing) i folded for nics as much as i did for jaemin fr. it's always so fun talking to nics about literally anything from plain old thirsting over korean men to throwing irl ppl off a cliff and like jaemin she makes any scenario so much more enjoyable!!

@polarisjisung - jisung

LOOKLOOKLOOK yes he is her bias BUT the amount of rizz the both of has😭 UHM HELLO ALSO BOTH MAIN DANCER ENERGY nah i folded fr😩 ok but besides that, we all know jisung is the most wholesome bean ever and I JUST WANT TO PROTECT HUA YK?? idk she's such a cool person to talk to and i feel like we just clicked from the first time we met. jisung gives off like ride or die energy and i can def say that hua is the same💗

@winterchimez - xiaojun

THIS ISNT CHEATING ISTG ITS A COINCIDENCE THAT HER BIAS HAPPENS TO BE HIM AS WELL OK????? Both ally and xiaojun are literally the biggest sweethearts and can get along with everybody!! I always thought that xiaojun would be such a great conversationalist and no joke, ally and I got along so well as soon as we met and now we're forever emotional support buddies🥹🤞

@sehunniepot - jungwoo

literal golden retriever energy, like ball of sunshine. the most sociable and friendliest person i’ve met. i literally fell in love with nikki’s personality as soon as we met just like I did for mr kim jungwoo😔😔 I just feel like if I were to be in a room with her, she would be the lighting everyone up like idk how to describe it. She’s just someone that I feel like everyone couldn’t help but adore.

@jaehunnyy - taeyong

I LOVE THESE TWO PPL SO MUCH ALSNFOAFEI ok. i've calmed down. but fr tho like u CANNOT hate both taeyong and chip. LIKE she's literally a beam of positivity and she cares so much for her peers and always checks up on everyone when she can🥺 our bubu is a great leader and residential cutie and i feel like chip fits that to a tea

@wuahae - haechan

something about cat always screamed haechan to me idk why. just her mannerism/texting/talking style. as soon i started talking to her on the deoboyznet chat like i knew she and i were on the same wavelength just like i felt with haechan LMAO cat may seem playful and fun all the time but she's firm when she wants to be and she knows her boundaries/morals/values which is very admirable.

@mosviqu - ten

for some reason bar and ten just makes sense. both insanely talented, sarcastic and has strong opinions which they’re not afraid of expressing. lowkey intimidating to approach at first due to how highly i thought of her work, but was literally the most down to earth, loveliest person ever. I always love when she talks about the process behind her pics because they blow me away every time just like ten’s dancing.

@daegall - renjun

yes. I know it’s literally illegal for me to put anyone else other than lee donghyuck for sunny BUT IDK MAN SHE JUST GIVES OFF RENJUN VIBES!! we all know renjun is like the cutest little ball of sweetness ever and sunny is always so lovely and whenever she gets giddy like i get giddy too😭 and her expression of emotions towards haechan is portrayed thru capitalisations, keyboard smashes and typos which reminded me of renjun's little spits of anger yk??

#dumpling answers🐳#·˚ ༘ 💌 anon #fun times with dumpling 🐳

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Could you Finnish up merry go round that fic w Nikki six I loved it sm ur writing is amazing

Starry Eyes -> Nikki Sixx

This will officially be my last Nikki Sixx story and I don’t wanna leave it alone forever bc I hate when people end the story and never finish it

not edited >1.0k fluff

gif by starry-eyed-ki

At that moment everything felt empty, but what people do say is true. That time heals, I didn’t believe it when people told me but it does. Now high school is over and I rarely thought about Nikki but that doesn’t mean I wonder what could’ve happened if he was still around. And now all I hear about is this Motley Crue band and when Linda go tickets for a show I knew I had to go. We got there pretty early so we we’re able toto stand in the front.

But when I went to go I didn’t expect to see Nikki there not even as a guest but seeing him play as bass was even more shocking. “Did you know?” I pulled Linda arm and screamed in her ear “What!” She exclaimed back “did you know!” “I can’t hear you!” Oh she definitely knew.

I knew about Nikki wanted to be a huge rockstar, he’s not huge but a rockstar he sure is especially right now. And the music is really good, I’m happy. I’m actually happy the music so good that I started dancing and made me feel like I was in high school again. But as all good things come to an end so did the concert.

We walked to the door talking about how amazing it was and how we have to go to the next one. We were about to walk out until a security guard stopped me, “uh is something wrong?” He was big buff guy making me nervous “Nikki wants you in the back.”

My heart dropped “he wants me?” He nodded “follow me.” I turned to Linda “I’ll be in the car.” I nodded and followed him leading behind the stage and met a door. He opened it with a key meeting with three different doors “he’s in the last one.”

“Thank you.” I walked to the door as he walked off I passed the first one hearing a bunch of screaming and ruckus. Do I knock? I decided knocking three times. I heard some movement and the door opened then I saw him, I haven’t seen him in years. He looks so different now with black spiky hair and dark makeup on his eyes, yet he still has the same vibe. “Hi.” I whispered out. He moved aside not saying anything for me to go in, I walked in and saw cigarette butts and beers everywhere. Same old Nikki.

“I knew it was you, you still have the same eyes.” I turned and faced him laughing “yes I still have the same eyes.” His head tilted as he checked me out “you look so different, yet the same.” I laughed “I can say the same about you.”

He gave a smirk “I never thought I’d see you again.” I squinted at him “you? You’re the one that left me.” He sighed “I know I’m sorry, that day I left town I was scared. I was so in love with you that I thought you would hold me back.”

I guess he’s right but still it hurt. “Seeing you tonight brought back all those feelings.” He scoffed and looked down “you want to know something funny.” I tilted my head “what?” He looked back up and took a step closer to me. “I actually wrote starry eyes about you.. and seeing your eyes again made me realize something.” I’m gonna kiss him so hard right now.

“What?”

“I never stopped loving you.”

#[ nikki sixx 🫀]#nikki sixx #nikki sixx x reader

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Could you do one where Tom decides to prank reader by locking her in a closet or something but doesn’t know she’s claustrophobic

Claustrophobic || Tom holland

Warning: Panic attack, tears

This is short sorry

Summary: You and Tom have been best friends for a very long time now. You are very close to the Holland’s, you even have started a little prank war. However when the brothers try to prank you by locking you in the closet, it doesn’t go to plan.

You don’t even know when the pranks even started. But they eventually got serious and escalated from there. At first you wasn’t involved, until one day, by accident, you got pranked by Tom instead of Harry who was meant to fall over the marbles on the floor. Obviously you was the one who had to run through the hallway and fall. Tom did apologise multiple of times, but you wanted to get him back.

Now you were all waiting for someone to pull the next prank. The last prank was one you and Tom had done on Harry. You both had taped clingfilm to the door entrance so when Harry would run in he would run into it. And Of course he believed the fake shouting about Tom needing help. He ran straight into it, it pulling him back harshly throwing him back and onto the floor. To say he was angry was an understatement.

You was now sitting in the kitchen on one of the tall stalls, talking to Nikki with a cup of tea in your hands. Nikki was like a mother to you, she knew everything about your problems or your needs.

“So I was thinking into looking for a apartment” You told her, you now being eighteen meaning you should be able to afford one soon with your job.

“That’s amazing sweetheart, do you know if it would be close by?” She asked, standing across from me with a smile.

“Yeah, I’ve actually seen one near here in Kingston. It’s small but it’s perfect for me. I’ll let you know if I look into buying it then you can come look at it in person with me if you want?” I take a sip from my tea.

“I would love to come. Would be nice for you to finally live by yourself”

“Yeah I was also-“ You we’re cut off by the feeling of someone’s hands pulling your waist, you instantly let go of your tea placing it down. You simply thought one of the boys were giving you a hug, when your head turns to the side you see a smirking Tom. “Stop-Tom No! I’m trying to have a conversation” You scream as he picks you up from the stall, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Darling it’s prank time” He smirked as you kicked about.

“I’m so sorry Nikki!” You shout as he started to walk up the stairs. “Thomas put me down!” You start punching his back as he walks up the last couple of steps. You then hear giggle from the top, you turning around a little to see Harry, Sam and Paddy.

“Oh look who it is. y/n. This should stop your little pranks” Harry smirked as Tom put you down, still keeping his hands on my waist.

You were all in the hallway so you was confused on what they was going to do. Then Paddy opened the small closet behind you, making your eyes widen.

The closet was very small, it just had some cleaning products and random things inside. “No, No. STOP” You yell as they start to push you into the small closet, them being stronger so you were now inside.

“We will let you out in 5 minutes” Tom told you before slowly closing the small doors. You bashing it right after, panicking looking around the tight space.

The boys didn’t know this but you was extremely claustrophobic. You hated tight spaces, they always brought panic attacks and made you feel like you couldn’t breathe.

“Tommy! L-let me out! I-I can’t breathe” You start to feel your breathing get heavier as you spoke, kicking the small doors with your legs. “PLEASE LET ME OUT” You cry.

You felt like the walls were closing in on you, like there was no oxygen in the small room. Your chest kept falling up and down as you tried to slow your breaths, but more tears came out.

“I-I can’t breathe. P-please let me out. Tommy!” You sob once more, the boys then caught on hearing your cries. They didn’t open it at first as they thought you was joking about with them. You had now been in there for 2 minutes, your panic attack starting.

Tom worryingly opened the small door, looking inside to see if you would laugh and say it’s a joke. But when he saw your tear stained cheeks, while body shaking and hearing your heavy breathing, he knew it wasn’t a lie. He quickly pulled you out, feeling guilty as ever.

“I’m so sorry, love. Shit. Breathe, y/n, Breathe” He cooed trying to help you, your sobs just escaping more. He looked towards his brothers and they had the same expression as him, guilt.

You couldn’t control your breathing at all. “T-tom.. I-I can’t breathe.” You cried once more into his chest feeling the same feeling as before.

“What’s going on?!” Nikki walked up the stairs hearing all the commotion going on. She saw you in Toms arms, having a panic attack.

Harry spoke up, “W-we wanted to prank her we locked her in that closet for a joke-“ Nikki interrupted him thinking about how stupid her sons are. “She’s claustrophobic how did you not know that!” She panicked looking at her idiotic sons for letting this happen.

“y/n look at me…breathe” Tom told you holding your face in your hands.

“I-I can’t.” you finally looked into his eyes, calming a little just by them.

“H-hey. It’s me, Tommy. Focus on my breathing. Take a deep breathe in…and out. In….out” He repeated this with you a few times until you had finally calmed down. Your head buried in his chest. “I’m so sorry darling, we didn’t know you was claustrophobic“ He kissed the top of your head.

“i-it’s okay Tommy. You guys didn’t know-thanks” You smiled taking the glass of water Nikki brought from downstairs for you.

“Just very small in there” You chuckle a little trying to make light of the situation.

“Boys how long was she in there for!” Nikki had her hands on her hips waiting for one of her sons to answer.

“2 and a half minutes?” Paddy said scared of what his mum expression would be, it wasn’t a good one.

“You dickheads, you should’ve let me out when I first said. I was literally crying and you lot just laughed holding that fucking door” You tell them.

“We’re so sorry y/n” They all apologied again feeling really guilty.

You couldn’t stay mad at them, there too cute, especially Tom. “It’s okay guys. I’m just out with this prank wars now, it’s getting a bit frustrating” You all chuckle in agreement by that comment.

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