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kymbersmith90ff · 2 years

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Read All About It: Chapter 3

Summary: Using Twitter to ask an actual princess on a date may not have been Killian’s best idea - until it was.

The credit for the wonderful banners for this story goes to @hollyethecurious and @itsfabianadocarmo. Thank you both so much!

Killian spent the rest of his day traipsing around London with his parents and his brother, feigning interest in anything they deemed noteworthy while trying his hardest to covertly check his phone. So far, there had been no word from Princess Emma, but Killian wasn’t too worried. She probably had lots of stuff to do, what with her being an actual princess. Okay, maybe he was a little freaked out that his flirting was becoming too much for her and he would never hear from her again, but he tried not to let those insecurities ruin his day.

When his parents finally settled on a quaint little pub for lunch, and Killian was happily nursing a pint of Guinness, he told himself he would check his phone one last time. He should have been focusing on the limited amount of time he had left to spend with his family before he’d have to fly back out to Vancouver, but he simply couldn’t shake off thoughts of those Twitter exchanges with the princess.

This time, when he opened up the app, his heart leapt at the sight of two notifications from Princess Emma (along with one from Robin, congratulating him on being so forward!). Killian ignored Robin for the time being and instead focused on the princess’s tweets.

@KillianJones1 As much as I would love to take you up on that (and trust me, I would. You’re very firm!), I have to work today. Rain check?

@KillianJones1 Is there any direction to your wandering, or are you just lost in the city? I know it can be daunting for you country folk.

Killian did his best to smother his smile, well aware that his brother’s eyes kept darting back his way, and instead tapped out a quick response.

@PrincessEmma I shall hold you to that! Not lost, thank you, just touring with my family. You do know we have cities in Ireland, right?

He quickly closed out of the app and pocketed his phone. He’d reply to Robin’s message a little later. Instead, Killian focused his attention back on his parents and the steaming plates of food that had just been placed in front of them all.

It was as he was finishing his final bite that his mother got down to the issue she’d been bugging him about for the last five years.

“So, tell me, dear, are you seeing anyone special at the moment?”

Killian almost choked on his food. He should have known it was coming, and yet, somehow, his mother always managed to lull him into that false sense of security she was well known for.

“No, mother,” he replied, deliberately using the term he knew she hated most.

“Hmm…” She fell silent for a few seconds, allowing Killian to take another, larger-than-necessary gulp of his Guinness before she continued. “You know, Maeve’s daughter is single now too. She had a nasty split with her husband. I’m sure I could arrange for the two of you to meet up before you go back to Canada.”

Killian’s mind was too busy casting around for information on ‘Maeve’s Daughter’ to form a coherent reply. Thankfully, he was saved from the embarrassment of his mother taking his silence as some kind of acceptance by the approach of a teenage girl at their table.

The young girl looked over at him somewhat shyly before she asked, “Killian Jones?”

“Aye, that’s me,” Killian told her, easily falling into his public persona.

The young girl blushed a deep shade of scarlet before she asked, “Can I get a picture with you, please?”

Killian nodded his agreement, standing up to wrap his arm around the young girl’s shoulders. Her friend took a couple of pictures of the two of them together on her iPhone before Killian gently removed his arm.

“Thank you so much,” the brave young woman told him. “I’m sorry to have interrupted your lunch.”

Killian waved away her concerns with a “No worries” and was about to slide back into his chair when she threw him for a loop.

“I really hope you get that rain check.”

This time, it was Killian’s turn to flush bright red as his hand came up to scratch behind his right ear.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, his face firmly fixed on the floor and definitely not anywhere near his brother.

“You’d make a cute couple,” was the young girl’s parting gift to him, before she practically skipped back to the table her friend had already returned to.

Killian tried so damned hard not to think about just how cute of a couple he and the princess would make as he willed the colour in his cheeks to fade away.

He was so lost in his thoughts that it wasn’t until his father cleared his throat loudly that Killian found his eyes rising to meet his brother’s.

“Who are you hoping for a rain check from, Killy?” Liam asked, his chin propped on his hand and nonchalance oozing out of him in waves.

“None of your damned business!” Killian snapped. “And don’t call me Killy!”

Killian’s eyes darted between his brother and his parents before he excused himself and fled to the bathroom. He knew it wouldn’t stop their curiosity from burning, but he hoped it would at least help to reduce it to something of a simmer.

It was only when he was safely locked inside a cubicle that he risked checking his phone once more.

@KillianJones1 Oh, I know. But I wouldn’t exactly call Drogheda a city now, would you? More like a small town. And please do :-D

Killian sighed, letting his head fall back against the locked door.

There was a chance he was getting in way over his head. He was thirty-four years old - not a teenager - and yet, one simple message from Princess Emma had his stomach fluttering in a way that it hadn’t for years.

There was absolutely no way he’d be able to explain all of this to his family, so instead, he fired off a quick reply to the princess before washing his hands and heading back to the table.

“Tower of London?” he asked, with a fake smile firmly fixed in place as he took his seat once again.

#read all about it #Captain Swan #cs fanfic #cs ff #cs fanfiction #CS fanfics #captain swan fanfic #captain swan ff #captain swan fanfiction #captain swan fanfics #modern au #Modern Royalty AU #modern actor AU #kymbersmith90

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parkiebearr · 7 days

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Zutara Month 2024: Day 8/9- Actors AU & “You’re Married?!”

Wanted to make a modern AU about Zuko and Katara falling in love on set, but not making their relationship public until Katara already had a ring LOL. Maybe they started out as acting partners who hated each other, but it grew into something more when they were in such close proximity. So fans played with the idea of them being together even when in every interview they acted aloof UNTIL THE REVEAL AT THE GALA

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kr1osz · 1 month

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Hear me out, Actor/Modern AU Zukka where Sokka has an editng acc that's just Zuko thirst edits and he constantly has the caption as something like "He's my bf fr" or "love my man♥︎♥︎" and ppl think he's just some random Zuko simp but in reality he is THEE Zuko simp

Another funny thing would be if Zuko knew of the acc (maybe even followed it back) but didn't know it was Sokka until he accidently found him logged into the acc or something

#avatar the last airbender #atla #zukka #zuko x sokka #atla zuko #sokka #atla sokka #sokka/zuko #sokka avatar the last airbender #zuko avatar #au idea #im being silly #the actor/modern au can be any au where the gaang is famous

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six-eyed-samurai · 1 month

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As per the results for my vote, here it is! But I never said it wasn't going to be angst~~~

Please leave a comment! It'll gimme motivation to score well in my exams swear UwU

I saw you and I just knew, one day you'd be my man. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna was once known for his suave talent on the screen, for the thefts of more than hundreds of drama fans’ hearts everywhere, for his signature shark grin and trademark tattoos.

Ryomen Sukuna was once known for his lead role in the fantasy series Malevolent Shrine, directed by his half brother Kamo Choso, together with the uprising star Gojo Satoru.

Ryomen Sukuna was once known for the tragedy that ruined his life forever and kidnapped him within its dark, depressive grasp to never let him go and completely vanish from the public eye.

I'd kill for you, over and over, I will and could and can. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna’s name was once known to cause crazed stampedes at any store, restaurant or mall he blessed with his presence, but now when he walked hunched and slumped into his stained sweatshirt barely anybody batted an eye at the man who was more dead than alive now.

Ryomen Sukuna's figure was formerly spotted immediately everywhere he went, especially with YOU, his dearest darling angel at his side, a magnet attracting eager, frenzied paparazzi and die hard fans. He couldn't have been more proud to show you in all your glory off to the crowd, to lay claim on you and just prove his undying love for you in front of everyone…once upon a time.

Ryomen Sukuna's expression of easy, lazy smirking from his acting days officially disappeared to be replaced by a face with an emptiness that rivaled the void and had completely forgotten any other emotion long before everyone saw the photo at his final interview on a subject he had no wish to talk about: you and your death.

I know she's hurting us, but don't worry, I've got a plan. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna whose answer to the Jujutsu Tech Weekly’s question of what he regretted most was turning down directors Jogo and Hanami’s offer to collaborate in a movie together, but really? He regretted ever convincing you to stop hiding your secret marriage and step into the limelight with him.

Ryomen Sukuna who can boast about his natural acting talent, charisma and success with all the proof in the world to back it up, but he would never say he was one for observance, not after he missed all the signs of an obsessive, insane stalker tailing after him and his precious, pretty wife.

Ryomen Sukuna who wonders what would've happened if he had just BOTHERED to reply and open the thousands of fan letters he used to get - would he have seen the letters his so-called number one fan had sent him, seen the signs of a despairing delusional madness that drove her to start hunting them both down from the shadows? Would he have paid more attention to the way doors seemed to always be unlocked when the both of you headed home, the missing personal items, the defaced pictures online of his wife?

As they all like to say, into the fire from out of the pan. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna's temper his frequent viewers, family and friends were more than familiar with that made itself known when he publicly threatened whoever was breaking and entering into your shared home with something more physical than lawsuits; but how was he to know she'd take it the wrong way and somehow convince herself that his wife was putting him up to it, to make his one and only out to be the villain of this imaginary love scenario between her and him, to declare herself his “saviour”?

Ryomen Sukuna's decision to move to a new, more private and secure manor by the coast was supposed to protect you from the strange unknown figure lurking outside the house and everywhere you went. Supposed to. Somehow they found out his new home address anyway, and the only one who knew it was Choso, who swore up and down he told nobody and nobody could have possibly known.

Ryomen Sukuna's management (namely, his irritated manager Kenjaku) who finally succumbed to his harsh insults and furious demands and investigated who's been following them around lately: the truth shocked everyone to the core (could it possibly EVEN be the truth?!) when Fushiguro Tsumiki was arrested.

She might bear your son but you and I will start a clan. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna ignored all the warning signs, the final letter with the ominous words of “I'll be the one to teach you love” and the Fushiguro’s protests of her innocence in favour of announcing the big news to the press and celebrating the new beginning in his and yours romance story, this time with a new addition to the family.

Ryomen Sukuna rarely slept before, preferring to stay up late memorising lines and terrorising the crew, but now was just operating on caffeine and quick naps in his worry during your pregnancy. Did he cry when baby Yuuji was born? Yes, and in his delight - although he pretended otherwise - he never noticed that one guest at every one of his conventions with an agitated expression and a hysterical, hateful grudge against you.

Ryomen Sukuna thought the business with his crazy fan stopped when he had his loyal Uraume taking care of his family on the rare occasions you didn't insist on coming to watch him work and hired a secretary to go through and filter all his letters, or maybe he was just preoccupied with watching Yuuji grow up and showering you with all the love his rough, rugged self could give…because he certainly didn't notice the new “security cameras” being set up at his house.

What a fatal mistake.

We'll be alone eventually, a couple and no longer a ban. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna who staggered back and nearly killed the messenger when he heard the news, who raged internally against whatever cruel god had decided to deal him this fate: you and Yuuji had somehow disappeared when driving back from the park and even though police searched high and low you both were nowhere to be found.

Ryomen Sukuna whose world shattered when the two most important people in the world to him were declared dead. Despite Choso’s frantic persuausion and attempted comforts he vowed to never return to the world of stardom, not after his celebrity status got you both killed. He disappeared into the sea of ordinary lives, all signs of vibrancy and life gone right down to his iconic pink hair; he dyed that black, black as his heart and as black as the sky the day his darling went away, the day the letter arrived.

Ryomen Sukuna who imagined the police might make your deaths more real and not so nightmarish when they found your body, but never this way - what sort of sick bitch would send him a parcel containing the severed fingers of you ans Yuuji with a heart signed “Always your girl, Yorozu.”

I'm yours, you're mine, your wife's gone, just say she ran. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna who now wanders the world, alive but alone, so ready to once love what he had had. A fate crueler than him has revealed itself, for they never did catch whoever had done the deed. The last time anyone had ever seen Sukuna at all was at the trial where Tsumiki was released.

Ryomen Sukuna who's played his fair share in horror movie of twisted endings and gruesome grief, but nobody ever told him real life was inspiration for the dark content. Everybody's long forgotten him as he slid into the role of background cameos but he never forgot how even with his fame and money he could never save you and Yuuji, much less avenge you both.

Ryomen Sukuna's half assed attempts at suicide never seemed to work out and he's nothing more than an angry shell of his former glory now. He even tore down both your photos in a fit of rage once; the man in the mirror wasn't him, surely?

They hunted in my basement but never searched my van. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna who is now known for his infamous brutal homicide of one Fujiwara Yorozu with his bare, bloody hands who approached him at a shady bar and whispered she had done away with the devil, won't he ascend to Heaven with her now?

“FXXK YOU, I'D RATHER FALL TO HELL WITH HER THAN BE DRAGGED TO ‘HEAVEN’ BY THE LIKES OF YOU!”

#sukuna x you #sanzuyaps #jjk #x reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #sukuna angst #angst no comfort #angst no happy ending #Itadori brothers #actor au #modern au

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canisalbus · 4 months

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for the modern au, what do you think each of the boy’s favorite movies would be? I’ve been thinking about how Vasco might enjoy something like the Princess Bride or LadyHawke, all the sword fighting and not letting anything stand in the way of true love seems right up his alley but I could be totally wrong!

I've never seen Princess Bride actually, and I'm beginning to think that it might be a pretty significant hole in my movie knowledge. First time I've heard of Ladyhawke. But if there's sword fights and true love, I can see him being into that.

I haven't fully figured out their tastes but I have a few hunches. Coen brothers give me Vasco feelings, he'd like The Big Lebowski and The Ballad of Buster Scruggs. He might enjoy an occasional Tarantino, classic Pulp Fiction maybe. And he would like westerns but the tragic ones would make him feel a little blue.

Machete would probably gravitate towards something like Bergman's The Seventh Seal or Kubrick's Eyes Wide Shut. He'd be into historical dramas and biopics, but be obnoxiously picky about them. Out of contemporary directors he'd probably get a kick out of Christopher Nolan.

I think it would be nice if they mostly enjoyed similar movies, or at least didn't hate each other's favorites. Vasco wouldn't get Machete's weird and brooding art films and Machete wouldn't find Vasco's "so bad it's good" picks that funny. I'm not an active fan of many things but I like Wes Anderson, so I'm just going to decree that they share my love for his work as well.

#in secret they would occasionally watch a romantic comedy together #Machete gets compared to Miranda Priestly sometimes so maybe he'd vibe with Devil Wears Prada #is Groundhog Day a romantic comedy? seems like something Vasco has seen a dozen times #answered #anonymous #modern au #started to think what these movies would look like if the actors were dogs

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the-traveling-poet · 1 month

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Coffee Shop

The day had finally arrived; in which you would meet your idol for a late lunch at a local cafè. And what a head rush just the idea of such a thing gave you.

Amidst the not so subtle interrogation and polite pleasantries passed back and forth between the two of you over tea, the spark that had started this whole ordeal grew into that of a flame.

A flame he seemed to take and run with…

Pairing: Actor!Levi x Fan!reader

Warnings: modern!au, language, fluff

Taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe @pelicanpizza (if you’d like added to the taglist for Levi Fic updates, just DM me!)

A/N: The long (somewhat maybe?) awaited pt. 3, finally posted!

I took much, much longer in completing this than I wanted to. But life happens; losses, injuries, illnesses, grievances…the list goes on. But since my motivation came back, I’ve returned to my most passionate hobby; writing Levi fanfiction. I would have finished this sooner but the added feature of the BOOP got me distracted for a full 24hrs lmao.

In this fic, I added in my own mix of hc’s for the sake of modern!au, and Levi’s a little OOC but…It’s a modern AU and I can do what I want :p

So without further ado, enjoy!~

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

The day had come….

Steeling your nerves, you took in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. The door stood closed before you, and only a gentle tug would open it up to the cafè inside; yet you paused with your hand hovering over the silver handle.

You’d already peered through the shop’s windows to see if he was here yet, and concluded he wasn’t. And with the lack of some shiny, expensive looking car parked near the curb out front, you figured you’d beat him here. You were early, after all. So why couldn’t you just make yourself go in and have a seat?

Relax, you thought to yourself as you finally grasped the handle in the palm of your hand. You’ve gotten this far already, you can’t mess this up…

Walking into the rather aesthetic looking cafè, you looked around with bated breath. The cafè was small, but very pleasing to the eye; menu boards written in cursive print above polished countertops, floors spotless and organized, windows without a single speck upon them.

Even the scarce customers sat strewn about the tables seemed poised and of a higher class than you were used to seeing on a daily basis.

Suddenly, you felt just a tad under dressed.

Shaking the thoughts away, your eyes continued to study the room around you, until you were met with the steady gaze of a man sat a table at the back wall of the cafè. And oh, how those silver eyes always managed to captivate your entire attention; in person even more so than from through a screen.

Stiffening your posture where you stood, you shook yourself out of your daze with a mental slap in the face.

“Shit…” you whispered, shuffling your feet forward to approach his table. Of course he would be early and beat you…to being early.

Once you stood only a foot away from his table, Levi took a stand. After subtly looking you up and down, he reached out and pushed back the chair opposite him and gave you room to take a seat, after silently motioning to hang your coat up on the back of your chair for you.

With a whispered thank you, you shrugged off your coat and let him place it on the back of your chair before scooting you forward and then returning to his own seat.

“You’re early,” you blurted out after he sat, still in a bit of a daze.

“I’m always early; though, I’m surprised to see you’re twenty minutes early. I’m impressed.” He commented softly, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on your ever shifting eyes.

Once you managed to hold eye contact with him, you noticed the worn leather jacket hanging off the back of his chair, contrasting the grey turtleneck shirt he wore. The look was quite dashing on him, and you had to refrain yourself from blurting out this observation.

“You’re extra early,” you pointed out, taking a moment to look out the window to your right.

“I didn’t see any overly expensive cars outside, so I had assumed I’d beaten you here.”

“I always am. And, didn’t drive my car,” he answered plainly as he too looked out the window. Before you could ask, he was already pointing to a sight just near the curb. Perched on its stand near the window was a bike; sleek black and shining in the dull spring sunlight.

“That’s the bike you drive?” You nearly gasped, ogling over the bike. Sure, you’d learned enough about him from your obsessive research to know he rode. But never once had you seen the actual bike he owned.

“No, stole it from a man a couple blocks back.” Levi scoffed, but not aggressively so. When you looked back over at him, he seemed more curious than sarcastic when he looked over at you from the corner of his eye as he continued to face the window.

“Though, I never told you I rode.”

Realizing you’d soon be found out about your obsession into his personal life, you decided to downplay the fact you knew with an absent smile.

“Oh…well, you mentioned it once or twice in interviews. I’d never seen the bike itself, though.”

“I seldom post to my socials, unless one of the guys naggs me to,” he shrugged, picking up a menu off the table previously stacked by the rack of simple condiments lining a thin rack at one edge of the table.

“You seem more informed about me than I had assumed you’d be. Are you one of those fans who obsessed over and took to heart every interview and discarded show clip they can get their hands on?”

Gulping down you nerves, you hastily waved your hand in a dismissive manner.

“Oh pftt, no. I just…liked the show a lot, and had some free time to binge its content.”

He regarded you with a deadpan expression, as though not fully buying your half truth. But after raising a brow, he seemed content to let the matter sit.

“Well, either way, it’s nice to be out of the spotlight for a bit and unwind. I’m still surprised with myself that I gave my number out to a fan, but…I can’t say I regret it after this past week. You’re entertaining.”

“Is…is that a compliment? Or should I take offense to being generalized?” You smiled, also picking up a menu to look through.

“Which would you prefer?” He hummed, already seeming to have decided what he wanted, as he folded his menu back up and set it aside.

“I’ll take it as a compliment. A compliment from my favorite actor seems nice,” you hummed, beginning to loosen up a little more now that conversation had moved along.

Levi only hummed thoughtfully, peering over the top of your menu to see your crinkled eyes as you scanned along the cursive print. Unbeknownst to you, he made sure.

By the time you decided and set the menu aside, a waitress came along to jot down your orders. Listing off the tea and pastry you desired, you glanced back at Levi, who had yet to speak.

“I’ll take the black tea. No sweeteners, please. Thank you,” he said softly, briefly looking up at the waitress with a nod.

The waitress sent him a dazzling smile, loitering by the table a moment longer than was needed, before scurrying off towards the kitchens behind the front counter. With a snort, Levi resumed his attention towards you.

“I have a funny feeling there’s not much about me you don’t know. Am I right? You seem the type to do your research.”

He murmured, propping his chin onto his hand as he leaned ever so slightly closer across the table towards you, with his elbow supporting him on the table top.

Blushing, you opted to stare down at the napkin holder to your right.

“That-that may not be true-“

“How old am I?” He interrupted, with a brow ever so slightly raised in amusement.

“Twenty five…but that’s common knowledge to anyone who has access to Wikipedia.”

You huffed, crossing your arms as you defended yourself.

“I suppose so. That was a silly thing to ask…alright then, I’ll test you further; what was my favorite shoot?”

“The ‘Royal Government arc’,” you answered immediately. Too fast, you realized, only a moment too late.

“Alright then, something not related to the show…What’s my cat’s name?”

“Eros,” you sighed, already knowing you’d lost. “But to be fair, you’ve brought up your cat numerous times in interviews-“

“Keep digging sweetheart, you’re just burying yourself further here,” he hummed, a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

“Alright, alright…So I may have gotten a little obsessed.” You murmured, feeling your cheeks burn a tad hotter than before as you finally admitted to his claims.

“To the show, or my character? Better yet, perhaps me?” He lifted his elbow off of the table and leaned back in his chair with crossed arms. And for a moment, you could have sworn he was teasing you. It worked in flustering you, if that had been his angle. But before you could finish stuttering out a response to his cocky claims, he flashed a minuet smile your way.

“I suppose you do know quite a lot about me, so I’ll ask my own questions. Ones I didn’t ask over the phone already.” He stated calmly as his boot nudged your foot under the table.

Ceasing your poor attempt to stutter out any form of defense, you nodded with an embarrassed sigh.

"Alright, that sounds fair." You murmured, mentally bracing yourself for any kind of question he might throw your way.

Seeing your compliance, he started firing off his own questions.

It nearly felt like an interrogation; like last weeks interview role’s had been switched on you. Only, he wasn’t so shy in asking what he pleased.

Your place of employment, your college major, your pastimes, family, social life. Hell, he even asked for your favorite arcs in the show and which of the scenes he starred in you liked the most.

By the end of it, you’d relaxed significantly and opened up more than you had expected to. And in turn, he became a tad more expressive himself.

“Ever rode a bike?” He asked after finishing his cup of tea, with his unoccupied arm resting over the back of his chair as he raised a brow. His sudden curiosity threw you off a bit.

After calming down from a fit of giggles from his previous question, you raised a brow his way.

“No, I cant say I have.”

With a tilt of his head he regarded you curiously, as though coming to a a silent decision with himself. After a brief span of silence he sighed and placed his hands in his lap.

“Well…Perhaps I could make an exception and allow you to ride with me. I could use a backpack.”

“An exception? To what rule?” Furrowing your brows, you regarded him curiously.

A backpack? What rules?

Hiding his slight smirk with a tilt of his head, he replied; “The rule I have against anyone touching my bike. I’d hate for it to get dirtied or scratched, but I’m sure you’ll be carful.”

“You’re asking me if I’d like a ride?” You murmured, suddenly feeling as allert as you had the moment you wanking into the cafè. With a nod, he confirmed your suspicions.

“On your bike?” You asked, incredulously.

“Unless there’s something else of mine you’d like to ride?” He replied with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Though after just a moment, he cleared his throat and looked away.

“I’m sorry, that was a bit…abrasive.”

“No! I-Id love to!” You grinned, unable to help but stare once more out the window towards his bike as you discreetly hid your blush.

“I’d be down for any kind of ride.”

Now it was his turn to appear surprised and maybe a tad flustered, for the first time this afternoon. He opened his mouth, then abruptly closed it; eyes darting about the table between you. Suddenly, two feet of table never felt so far of a distance before.

With a grunt he stood, taking his jacket in hand as he reached into his left pocket.

“Well then, unless you have plans this afternoon…My bike and I are free.”

Biting at your lip, you also stood.

“No, I’m free. If…If you’re offering.”

“I was under the impression I was doing more than that?” He grumbled back in responce as he fumbled out his wallet. Catching his movement, you went to do the same. That is, until his slender fingers wrapped around your wrist at your waist to stop you.

“Ah ah, I proposed this meet up. The least I could do is pay.” He scoffed, a click of his tongue to follow. Though you attempted to disagree, he placed your hand holding your wallet back into your back pocket; much to your stunned surprise.

“I’ve got it,” he whispered, placing down a check on the table top. Only seconds later, you found yourself standing outside near the curb, watching him mount his bike. And oh, what a sight that was.

Unexpectedly he pulled out a secondary helmet, similar in appearance to his own. Taking is hesitantly, you fumbled with the chin straps as you took a step closer to the bike as it roared to life.

“You just carry around a second helmet?” You questioned uncertainly as he reached out his hand to you.

“No…Stopped by a store before arriving here,” He mumbled, his voice becoming more muffled as he adjusted his own helmet. Swallowing down your growing nerves and hiding a grin behind the helmet, you allowed his hand to guide you into the spot just behind him.

Suddenly, he revved the engine, causing you to startle, only slightly. One look around the smaller bike showed you there were no handle bars to hold onto, causing your eyes to flick to his expectantly.

Oh shit…

“Well? Hold on, else you’ll go flying off the back.” He rolled his eyes before pulling down the visor of his helmet and slipping on a pair of leather gloves. Doing the same, you gave a nervous nod.

Hesitantly you reached out, your arms barely grazing his sides as color filled out your cheeks. With the noise of the bike revving, you missed the way he groaned to himself.

“Fuck’s sake…”

Suddenly the bike jolted forward, sending you crashing forward into his back with a muffled gasp of shock.

Behind the tinted visor, Levi allowed himself a smirk and a satisfied hum, as he used one of his gloved hands to hold yours into place at his abdomen.

“Like I said; hold on, stubborn brat,” he called out, barely turning his head to see you. Though you couldn’t make out every feature of his face through the shield, you gave a shaky chuckle and nodded back; tightening your grip around his middle. He was quick to look away, before fumbling with the kickstand and shifted gears a second time.

As he skillfully merged into the lane, you raised your chin up just slightly over his shoulder.

“Where are we going?” You called over the wind as it gradually picked up speed.

“I figured around a couple blocks; unless you have another idea?” He called back, still able to hear you surprisingly well.

You thought on this a moment, before an idea struck you. Humorously, you called back.

“Well, unless you have another photoshoot this evening, there is a nice city park a few blocks up.”

You never heard a response from him, until he pulled you both up pulled to a stop light. He raised the visor of his helmet after putting down his kickstand once more and raised a brow over his shoulder towards you.

“A park, huh? I can do that…but I’m taking the longer route.”

“The longer route?” You questioned uncertainly.

“The highway, yes. Wouldn’t you like for first ride to be memorable?” His eyes seemed to sparkle as he spoke.

“So long as you don’t kill us,” came your mumbled responce. Yet he seemed to hear it, as he only rolled his eyes.

“Don’t you fret, princess. I wouldn’t let my first ever passenger fall off or become injured. Cant let our first date become our last.”

“First date?”

He merely chuckled at your sudden squeak as he turned to face you better.

“Unless you’d rather not call it that. Would you rather this be considered a VIP backstage pass?”

Your heart twisted and flipped pleasantly in your chest as you quickly lowered the visor of your helmet once more to hide the expression of bewilderment on your face.

“You’d go on a date with a fan?” You managed to croak out just as the light turned green.

Tugging down his own visor once more and lifting the stand, he hummed thoughtfully before reviving the bike.

“I gave my number to one, didn’t I?”

Holding your hand tight to his chest, he used his free hand to push forward, rushing through traffic as you gradually increased speeds. All the while his hand stayed on top of yours, until the need to pull away became undismissible.

And you didn’t dare to let go. Not now, nor ever. Especially if he was promising a second date…

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rosewaterandivy · 8 months

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pynk like the inside of your

summary: feeling burnt out from marathon recording sessions at the studio, can only mean one thing: steve with some chinese takeout to the rescue & maybe some hanky-panky.

a/n: My blog is 18 +, minors DNI; get ready for a cunning linguist 👀.

🎶 i wanna fall through the stars getting lost in the dark is my favorite part / let's count the ways we could make this last forever🎶

A few weeks after your beach date with Steve, found you face-down on the plush carpet from sheer exhaustion in the vocal room at Paramount Recording Studios.

Efforts to record in your home studio were a waste, especially since you kept getting distracted by your phone and one Steve Harrington. At least renting studio space had the threat of money down the drain should you fail to record anything.

In fact, the past few nights had you pulling all-nighters at the studio— laying vocals, toying with a few melodies on various instruments, and editing a mix or two. Thankfully, you’d managed to sneak out briefly today for a much-needed soak in your bathtub at home, followed by a nice nap. One ear was covered by a pair of Sony headphones as you recorded a particular line (with the same sweet shock of when Adam first came), the sound engineer turned as someone entered the control room.

“Oh shit,” Steve said in apology, baseball cap and sunglasses perched on his newly shorn hair, a tote bag slung over one shoulder with a bag of takeout in another.

“No worries, man,” the engineer reassured him, turning back to the controls. “I’m heading out after we lock this, so she’s all yours.”

He watches as you sing the chorus, eyes closed and one foot keeping time against the carpet. Steve can’t help but bite his lip at how cute you look, an overlarge t-shirt and bike shorts with damp hair a stark contrast to the sheer power of the voice pouring from you.

“Jesus,” he mutters, more to himself than anything, and earns a chuckle from the sound engineer.

“I know, right?” He fiddles with a few levels, fingers gliding up and down the board. “It never gets old, witnessing her work.”

“I can imagine.”

You pull the headphones from your ears to see Steve chatting with the engineer, Jack, in the booth. Setting them down against the music stand to your left, you skip to the control room with a small smile.

“Did I know you were stopping by?” You perch against the doorframe, fingers curling around the cool metal plating.

Steve smiles back, lifting a bag stamped with a familiar logo. “Surprise?”

It’s only then that you realize how famished you’ve become. “Pad Thai tofu with—”

“Veggie spring rolls and like, a thousand packs of soy sauce?” He laughs, “Yeah, special delivery.”

You step into the room and nuzzle into Steve’s side. He drops a quick kiss to your head as the engineer packs up for the night. Saying your goodbyes and relaying your thanks to Jack, you wait for the telltale click of the door before dragging Steve back into the studio and collapsing on the couch.

“You,” you say, removing chopsticks and packets of sauce from the bag, “Are a godsend, Harrington.” Distracted by the promise of perfectly seasoned Pad Thai and a full belly, you don’t notice how Steve stills at your feet.

It had been a long week of recording sessions, so you’re not exactly firing on all pistons. Completely understandable, given the circumstances.

But not for Steve.

“Sweetheart,” he says, rubbing your temple. “C’mere for a minute,” and pulls you up for a proper kiss.

And it’s positively perfect. Steve kisses like a goddamn dream and in no time at all has your brain leaking from your ears— the promise of food forgotten.

You grip his chin, counting enthusiastic flecks in his eyes. Gorgeous and green-gold and all that mouthwatering darkness slowly simmering behind it.

“What,” you chuckle at his impatience, “You want me to sit on this pretty thing?”

His eyes light up at that. “Mmm, definitely not opposed. Gonna let me take care of you, sweetheart?”

What an obscene image: Hollywood’s Favorite Leading Man a slobbering and breathless disarray, coming up for air, licking the gloss of your cunt off his lips.

You smirk, “Oh, fuck yeah.”

He could live here. Stay pressed up against you forever—screw contracts, press tours, award shows.

Steve pulls the t-shirt over your head, palms your breasts with one hand and tugs your shorts down with the other.

He kisses along your neck and jaw and flicks his thumb over a nipple quick and gentle until you shiver and arch into him.

Steve follows the curve of your body— your collarbone, your shoulder, your belly, then places your hands in his hair, his hat flung somewhere across the room.

Your fingers automatically card through, curling softly to move him where you’d like him best. Slowly, he falls to his knees, spreading your thighs until you step apart.

You sigh his name, breathy and high. You say it again, pulling his hair when he sucks at your clit, fitting a finger in to the knuckle until you squirm.

He trails sloppy lines up your slit, delving in with his entire face because he wants you all over it—wants to be marked. Wants your scent and come and the bright blush of his cheeks in celebration, like declaring to all who worship him that he worships something else.

Who baptizes him with her kiss and cunt and he’s hungry for it—hungry for salvation because he’s exhausted of always being the idol.

You carved him into yourself.

Made space for all of him and loved on him with your whole, beautiful heart.

He guides you forwards until you’re sitting on the edge of the sofa, thighs spread and dripping, breathing heavy, eyes half-lidded with pleasure he caused.

Your soft skin is gorgeous and glistening. Your pussy is shiny with his spit.

“Steve,” you say, focused and sharp, curling one finger at him. “Get your mouth back on me, now.”

Pride swells up in his chest. What he wouldn’t give for the world to know this: America’s golden boy, crawling on the floor, stupid with desire.

And for all their idolatry, for all the pieces they take of him and scatter to winds, he’ll always still be yours.

And Steve thinks, as he returns his face to your sex, his cock throbbing between his own legs but he ignores it for now— he’s not important, for now— that if you were to ever tell him to stay in between your thighs forever, he just fucking might.

Two orgasms later, because not only is Steve good with his mouth and eager to please, but his hands, dear fucking lord. And a not-so small part of you feels vindicated at that.

You’re up to toss the takeout bag, plastic crinkling under your grasp as you open the door to the control room. Only to stop short when you notice a familiar red light still illuminated from your earlier recording session.

Had that been on the entire time?

Trash forgotten by the door, you’re quick to sit down and isolate the track in question. Looping a headphone over your ear, you press play to confirm your suspicions.

“Yes,” you sigh, voice languid with lust. “Fuck yes. Steve—mmm—"

Not realizing the volume or paying heed to Steve’s entrance, you nearly jump out of your skin when his hands knead at your shoulders.

He chuckles lowly, watching as you all but melt under his touch. “You’re gonna send me a copy of that, right, honey?”

#modern!actor!steve #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #stranger things fan fiction #modern!au #Spotify

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lyselkatzfandomluvs · 3 months

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Okay, but... I mean... Is that the same suit? 🤭

#dihua modern AU?#mysterious lotus casebook #cheng yi #xiao shunyao #modeling qiqi #modeling yaoyao #cdrama #chinese actors #random pictures I like just because!

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profoundbondfanfic · 4 months

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Lost and Found

Lost & Found by fangirlingtodeath513, GhoulsnHalos (@fangirlingtodeath513,) Rating: General Word count: 5k

Castiel's somehow been coerced into attending the biggest Hollywood party of the year-his brother Gabriel's Halloween party. It's not his scene, but he figures with Charlie and her girlfriend there, at least he won't be alone. Dean Winchester is looking for a bit of anonymity and Gabriel Novak's party presents the perfect opportunity. No one will have a clue who he is and he'll get to spend one, blissful night as just another guy at a party. Everything changes when Castiel loses his cell phone.

Dean and Castiel meet at a Halloween party. They have a drink together, each unaware of who the other is and then go their separate ways. But life finds a way to bring them back together.

This fun story starts as a meet cute at a Halloween party. The characterization is on point, and the chemistry is off the charts from the moment these two cross paths for the first time, even though they're both in costume (no spoilers, but their costumes are awesome!) It also includes their first date, which is just adorable! I really enjoyed their flirting and playful banter, and I liked that though the story is mostly lighthearted, there are hints about the hardships each had to overcome to reach this point in their lives. As a bonus, several of our favorite characters make an appearance in this (Benny, my beloved), making the alternate universe this is set in feel more alive and vibrant. I would recommend this story to everyone interested in something soft and cute.

#destiel #fic rec #<10k #general audience #au #modern setting #fluff #meet cute #actor!dean #soft!castiel #soft!dean #human!castiel #halloween #lost and found #author: fangirlingtodeath513 #author:GhoulsnHalos

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kymbersmith90ff · 2 years

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Read All About It: Prologue

Summary: Using Twitter to ask an actual princess on a date may not have been Killian's best idea - until it was.

The credit for the wonderful banners for this story goes to @hollyethecurious and @itsfabianadocarmo. Thank you both so much!

He was rushing down the street, late to meet his parents, when it happened.

Killian had been more focused on making it to the pub in time to avoid a lecture from his father than on where he was going, so naturally, he’d gone and walked straight into her. It was only his quick thinking and strong arms that had kept her from hitting the floor.

Thank God for that personal trainer.

But it wasn’t until he’d looked down at her that the complete and utter mortification had set in.

“Oh my God. I am so sorry. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked, panic flashing all over his face.

“I’m fine. It’s no problem,” she told him, gently pulling herself out of his arms.

“I can’t believe I did that. And to you! Of all the people in the world I could have mowed down, it had to be you!” His face was burning bright red - concern etched into every line as his eyes scanned her form for any sign of injury.

Of course, that was the moment she lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Holy shit!” she declared, her eyes widening with surprise. “You’re Killian Jones.”

“And you’re… you!” was all he could say, waving his hand up and down her body as if that explained everything.

She laughed lightly as she took a moment to appreciate his native tongue while he was speaking to her. She was so used to seeing him in character on his show that the Irish accent was a pleasant surprise.

But before Killian could say anything else, a large bulky guy approached them, looking more than a little scary.

“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to step away,” he said, walking towards Killian as if intent on physically moving him if he refused to comply with the order.

“It’s okay, Anton. He’s fine,” she assured the other man, quickly diffusing the tension that had suddenly grown between them.

Anton didn’t look too happy about the situation, but he did back away – a little. The guy was still within touching distance, and Killian supposed that was only to be expected, given who she was.

“I can’t believe I ran into you on the street. I love your show,” she told him.

Killian reached up to scratch awkwardly behind his right ear, unsure how to process what was happening at that moment. “Thank you,” he mumbled as a blush rose to steadily colour his cheeks. He hadn’t felt this uncomfortable in his own skin since he’d hit puberty. He was thirty-four, for crying out loud, not sixteen.

“We really need to get going if you want to make your appointment on time,” Anton said, directing his words at her as he stepped forward once again.

His presence this time was just as daunting as it had been when he’d first appeared, and Killian found himself nodding along to the scary man’s words, eager to keep him happy.

“Okay, Anton.” The young woman turned her attention back to Killian one final time and said, “It was lovely to meet you, Killian Jones.”

Killian’s brain was just trying to convince his arm to move so that he could shake her hand when his mouth spoke up without his permission. Suddenly, the words, “Can I get a picture with you before you go?” were echoing between them, and he wanted to slap himself for being so stupid.

What kind of idiot stopped to ask that of a woman of her status?

“Sure,” she agreed, handing her jacket and bag off to a silently-fuming Anton before she made her way back towards him.

Killian quickly fumbled in his pocket for his iPhone. He ignored the messages and missed calls from his mother and father in favour of his camera app.

“Anton can take it,” she told him, gesturing towards the man dressed head-to-toe in black who was standing off to one side, glaring in their direction.

Anton smiled his agreement to the request, albeit tightly, before accepting the phone from him.

Killian wrapped his arm loosely around her back, a little worried about manhandling her in any way that could be damaging, but she seemed perfectly happy to be tucked into his side for the picture. Her left arm came up to wrap around his waist, and her head dropped down to rest lightly against his chest as she smiled at the man holding the camera.

Anton took a couple of pictures of them together before he stepped forward to hand the phone back to Killian. He paused with it still held tightly in his hand and shot the other man a dirty look at the dreamy expression that had crossed his face the moment she had stepped into his arms.

“We really must be going now,” Anton insisted, forcing the device into Killian’s hands.

“Of course. Thank you so much,” he told her, holding his phone up to indicate the pictures on it.

“Thank you, Killian. Be sure to tag me in anything you post online,” she instructed before shooting him a cheeky wink as she hurried up the street with Anton at her side.

Killian took a few moments to compose himself, during which he finally noticed the small crowd that had gathered around them to watch their interactions. A few teenage girls bravely approached him, giggling between themselves as they asked for pictures. Killian was more than happy to oblige. After all, he was already late to meet his parents. What would a few more minutes matter?

When he finally made it to the pub for lunch, he was greeted by the sight of his mother and father wearing matching scowls.

“What the hell kind of time do you call this?” Brennan asked as Killian slid onto the free seat opposite his dad.

“Sorry for the delay,” he offered, although the smile on his face told his parents that he wasn’t all that sorry. “I got a little held up in town.”

“Let me guess, a pretty girl in a short skirt?”

“You’re half right,” Killian conceded, pulling out his phone, “But her Royal Highness, Princess Emma of Cambridge, doesn’t tend to wear many short skirts.”

As disbelieving looks coloured both of their faces, he slid his phone across the table with the picture of himself and the princess open for them to view.

#read all about it #captain swan #cs ff #cs fanfics #cs fanfic #cs fanfiction #captain swan ff #captain swan fanfics #captain swan fanfic #captain swan fanfiction #modern au #modern royalty au #modern actor au #kymbersmith90

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monsieurboyardee · 2 years

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modern au lbh is a super famous model and actor, and he is always talking about his boyfriend, the cutest and prettiest and kindest man alive. And so everyone is super curious as to who this bf is, all this anticipation…and then this weeb with bedhead just walks in like “hey”.

Like just imagine. The tension is thick in the air, everyone is on the edge of their seats, any minute now lbh’s famed bf is gonna walk thru that door!! He must be beautiful!! Otherworldly!!

Sy, in his stained hatsune miku sweater, fingerprints all over his glasses: whats up

For a moment everyone is like “…is that a new temp or smthn??” And then lbh just screams “YUAN-GE!!!!!” and LAUNCHES himself at this strange little man and everyone just about vomits blood.

Sy is in fact wearing socks with adidas sandals. The socks are tucked over his sweatpants.

Everyone stares at where lbh and sy are conversing, just absolutely seething with jealousy. How tf did GQ’s hottest man alive (for five consecutive years!!) fall for THAT?? Especially when he could do so much better!!! Like so much!!! He could have anyone he ever wanted?? Why did he go for the guy with the fuckin yy stallion novel themed backpack???

But then idk maybe someone snarkily insults lbh (out of anger and jealousy at his dating preferences) and Sy just snaps his head in a perfect 90 degree circle and is just like “You wanna repeat that?” And then just starts TEARING THIS POOR PERSON APART. Sy doesnt even realize that the person was really insulting him, all he understood was that there was a slight against his binghe mixed in there and as the President of lbh’s fanclub he will NOT stand for any kind of slander against his perfect lil meow meow!!

Meanwhile lbh is just letting this happen while he watches sy with stars in his eyes lol

And maybe they get sy all dressed up to do some photoshoot and when sy steps out in an emerald suit with contacts in and his makeup done, everyone is like “wait shit!!! He is rlly attractive!!!”

And then someone’s like “hey does he kind of remind u of someone?” And that’s when everyone realizes that this is the famed lil brother of shen jiu, an acting legend and lbh’s own acting coach

#scum villian self saving system #svsss #bingqiu #modern au #actor au #luo binghe #shen yuan #copy pasted this from my twit #ace’s archives

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steddieas-shegoes · 10 months

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Request: THIS IDEA JUST SPARKED HOLY SHIT?? OK have you ever watched Hot Ones with Sean Evens (first we feast is the youtube channel) so basically that but Steve is the one being interviewed but he LOVES spicy food??(watch the episode with Florence Pugh i LOVE it but basically I want it to be kinda like that) just yeah that. Jxjxnxnx please and thank you

MY LOVE ❤️ I admit, most of what I watch of really anything is either highlights on Tik Tok or short clips my friends send me because I am out of touch with the cool kids. But Hot Ones is SO GOOD. The Lewis Capaldi episode (I do love him anyways) had me actually almost pee my pants laughing. I hope you love this fun (short, sorry) thing for this! - Mickala ❤️

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“I just don’t know why you got Hot Ones. They could have had the whole band on there making idiots of themselves,” Eddie pouted.

He’d been pouting for two days now.

In fact, his entire band was from the moment Steve called him on tour to let him know that he would be doing the Hot Ones interview next week.

“I told you, they had a last minute cancellation and my schedule just worked. Maybe you’ll get next season,” Steve said over the phone as the oven timer went off to let him know his brownies were done cooking.

“Whatcha makin’ Stevie?” Eddie’s curiosity was adorable.

He was in London, just got off stage from their last show in Europe. Steve was in their home in LA, having the last lazy day in before his awards season started.

“If I tell you, you’ll be sad you’re missing it.”

“Tell us! Tell us!” Gareth said from much closer than Steve would have expected.

“Hi Gare Bear. No personal space tonight?”

Eddie laughed as Steve pulled the brownies out of the oven and shut it off.

“He said personal space is for people who don’t like each other and he likes me very much,” Steve could hear Eddie’s eye roll in his voice. “A shame because I can’t stand him.”

“Play nice boys. You’ll be home in less than 24 hours,” Steve reminded them.

Gareth lived a mile up the road from them with his boyfriend and their excessive amount of cats.

Excessive being four.

Steve was allergic, so any amount of cats seemed excessive to him.

But Steve and Gareth were close, had been since even before Eddie and Steve started dating.

He was Steve’s best man in their wedding, much to Dustin’s bafflement. He only didn’t argue because Eddie softened the blow by asking him to be his own best man.

Usually if baked goods or a home cooked meal were involved, Gareth would show up at their door ready to partake.

“You’ll be home when I get there?”

“Yep. Cleared my whole day just for you, baby.”

“Good. Miss you.

“Miss you too. You heading to bed?” Steve poked at the brownies, making sure they were cooked.

“Yeah, I’m beat.” Eddie yawned to emphasize how exhausted he was. “Did your manager tell them you love spicy foods or are you just gonna let them assume you’re a wimp?”

“Nah. It’ll be fun.”

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When he arrives on the set of Hot Ones, Sean greets him with a smile and a handshake.

Eddie wasn’t able to come with him, but Robin had promised to record the whole thing just for them.

She watched from the side next to his manager, Nancy, and his bodyguard, Hopper.

They settled at the table, got mic’d up, makeup touched up, and Sean reminded him that if he absolutely had to tap out, they could stop recording and edit everything accordingly to make it look like he made it through the challenge.

Steve wasn’t worried.

The first three wings didn’t even have a kick. It was just a casual conversation between friends.

He talked about his work with a theater group for kids in New York City, as well as his work on an indie film that was coming out in the fall.

The fourth and fifth wings had a pinch of spice to them, but nothing to make even bat an eye.

Sean continued asking questions, Steve continued answering them.

On the seventh wing, Steve was barely distracted from the question: “What project of yours are you most looking forward to doing next?”

“I think I’ll be most excited to take some time off with my husband, working on starting the family we’ve wanted for a while. He’s been on tour for most of the last year, and we agreed it was a good time to figure out what we wanna do,” Steve said as he took another bite.

He could feel the burn of this one at least, felt the sting on his lips and tongue.

But it was very manageable, and the jalapeno flavor was almost refreshing. It tasted fresh.

“Okay, I have to ask: did you practice these beforehand?”

Steve snorted.

“No. I’m just not very sensitive to spicy foods. I usually keep a lot of hot sauces in my house. Poor Eddie’s learned how to tolerate spice because of it,” Steve said as they brought out the eighth wing.

“I’ve never had anyone so calm at this point. I’m starting to think even the hottest one won’t really bother you!”

“I guess we’ll see!”

The ninth wing was hot. He wouldn’t try to deny it.

“It does have a lovely watermelon flavor to it, very fruity and tangy on top of the spice. I like it,” Steve smiled.

He knew his face was getting a bit red from this one, and he reached for the water, but only had to take a couple of small sips before he was ready to keep going.

“Alright, for this one, we’ll ask a question for you to answer before and then we’ll have one for right after. You ready?”

“Bring it on!”

And it definitely did.

It was hot, and he could feel tears in his eyes, and sweat breaking out across his forehead.

“Finally, we have a reaction!” Sean exclaimed.

“This one’s definitely a lot more than the others,” Steve added, reaching for the milk.

He could tell Robin and Nancy were laughing, probably very much enjoying any amount of pain he managed to have when he went into this so sure that none of them would get to him.

“Final question: Would you ever consider retiring to follow Eddie on tour with your future family?”

Steve nodded once, taking another sip of the milk.

God, this one was hot.

“Uh, yep. I mean, retiring is a strong word. I would definitely take a long break. I’ve always wanted a family,” he stopped to take another sip and a bite of the celery. “I’ve wanted to be a dad for as long as I can remember. And I know Eddie wants that, but he also doesn’t wanna stop making music, and the rest of his band isn’t ready to take a break like that. I know it would be easy for me, so my plan would be to take at least a few years off.”

“Doing alright over there?”

Steve laughed, fanning his face.

“I’m okay. That just went from a kick to a beatdown pretty quick.”

“Well, you’re a pro at making it look easy. You deserve an Oscar for this performance!”

It was a ridiculous sentiment, but funny, and Steve was up for an Oscar this year.

He finished the glass of milk and shook Sean’s hand, thanking him for having him.

“Eddie is already in tears watching Sean watch you in disbelief,” Robin started as soon as he joined them again.

“What was all that at the end?” Nancy asked, arms crossed, face furious.

He usually had free reign in interviews, but he knew Nancy would tell him not to mention anything even slightly related to retirement.

His career had really only just taken off a couple years earlier, and talking about a break or retiring now would immediately cut his chances of good roles in half.

“Just the truth, Nance. You know Eddie and I wanna start a family,” he said as they started walking through the backstage area to leave.

“I just didn’t know that meant taking a break. I thought you’d just take turns with stuff or hire a nanny.”

Steve knew that worked for a lot of couples, but they both were too family-focused for that. They didn’t want a nanny raising their kids.

“Why are you freaking out?”

“I’m not! I just would’ve liked a heads up.”

Robin stared between them, eyes bouncing back and forth like it was a tennis match.

“I don’t have to tell you every single detail of my life. You know all that’s relevant right now.”

Nancy sighed, but nodded, turning away and typing furiously on her phone.

His phone rang seconds later.

“Sweetheart, let me just say: it is so sexy how you handle those hot sauces,” Eddie’s teasing voice was enough to get him back into a happy mood.

“Your standards for sexy are so low,” Steve said as he walked to the corner to get as much privacy as possible.

“No, it’s just that everything you do is sexy.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“But I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours.”

“Steve!” Sean’s voice came from behind him, large smile lighting up his face. “Sorry to bother you, but would Eddie and the guys like to come on the show as our bonus episode this season?”

Eddie was screaming yes through the phone, much to their amusement.

“So…yes?” Sean asked.

“Yes!” Eddie yelled.

Sean walked away to update the producer while Steve kept talking to Eddie.

“See? Now you’ll get your show, too.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #request #ficlet #stranger things #rock star eddie munson #actor steve harrington #modern au

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dayonnight · 5 months

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Eremin ♡ Headcanons

Eremin won the poll and that means headcanons of them! This are my own, so like, i hope some of you like them haha

🐚 Canon timeline 🕊

🕊 Eren is used to give Armin his clothes, like, everytime Armin looks slightly cold Eren will take off his jacket, his gloves, anything extra he has and put it on Armin's shoulder.

🐚 While Armin is a more into mechanical stuff, he enjoys writing sometimes, he writes small poems that hides because he is embarrassed of them. Eren discovers them one day when they were playing and loved them, after that, Armin always gives Eren the small poems that he writes. "Is like if i have a part of you with me all the time".

🕊 They were their first kiss, mostly because Armin read about kissing in a fairytale and Eren was curious because he saw his parents kiss, so they tried it themselves.

🐚 For a few months, Armin was taller than Eren and seemed really happy about it, even when Eren didn't because he is supposed to be the tall strong knight of Armin. It didn't last because Eren also got his own growth.

🐚 Eren believes that he is the "boss" in the relationship, but if Armin tells him to stand, shut up, walk or even stop, he will obey instantly.

🕊 Sometimes Eren would be able to see Armin through the window of his home, those times he will run to the door or (If the window was open) directly throw himself out of the window and jump to get near Armin. He stopped only when Armin told him to.

🐚 Armin is the most "rebel" of both, like, he didn't cared about the prohibition of knowledge about the outside world when he found the book, did he?

🕊 Sometimes, Eren will copy some of the drawings in the book with stick versions of Armin and himself in them, as if they were exploring, and gift the drawings to Armin.

🕊 Eren will never let go the key that his father gave him (besides when Erwin took it after his first transformation), mostly because is the only thing left of his home. However, Armin is the only one he will let have it, like, during titan training he lefts it with him just in case.

🐚 Their love language is physical love, words of affirmation and gifts, literally any gift, Eren would give Armin cool rocks that he founds and Armin will give Eren feathers and flowers.

🕊 When they joined the cadets, do you know who was Eren the most jealous of? Marco, because Marco was smart and liked the same things that Armin, so they spent a lot of time talking and bonding over that, and Eren got jealous.

🐚 Eren began to read more just to have an excuse to talk with Armin, sometimes it worked, others at least he got Armin to explain him more of the books so it was still a win.

🕊 Eren loves Armin's eyes so much, anytime they spend a long time separated, he just stares at the sky because Armin's eyes always reminded him of the sky.

🐚 Armin admires Eren a lot, he is brave, strong and always so determined to make what he wants. Is hard for him to understand why someone like Eren would love him the same way he does.

🕊 They like to spend their free time just cuddling and comforting each other with affirmation words.

🐚 Eren will hype Armin for literally anything, and Armin gets flustered over that because now everyone is staring, that's why we didn't saw Armin's first try with the odm equipment, it would only be 10 minutes of Eren yelling and cheering Armin.

🕊 Everyone knows they are dating, they aren't that subtle. They still got shocked when discovered that everyone already knew of them.

🐚 Armin is really lightweight, so everytime Eren can, he will lift up Armin in his arms.

🕊 Armin's puppy-eyes might be the most powerful force in the planet (Everyone will do as he asks), but Eren's puppy-eyes are Armin's only weakness, so sadly, Eren only hears the word "No" whenever Armin isn't around.

🐚 Do not separate for a long time! Eren will get cranky and Armin will doubt himself if you do.

🕊 Armin has dreamed of marrying Eren, Eren has too, but they are too shy to talk about it with each other.

🐚 Eren is a big hypocrite, he complains of others couples having PDA in public, but he will do the same with Armin.

🕊 Titan Eren will mostly listen to Armin, sometimes only to him, which force Hange to bring Armin to the titan training constantly.

🐚 When Eren showed Armin the world in the Paths, it wasn't only something of one moment, they spent literal years talking and exploring an empty world.

🕊 Eren almost cried when he heard Armin's screams to himself, he knows Armin never really loved himself, but hearing how much hate he had for himself made him upset.

🐚 They have all eternity to be together, if not in Hell, then in other lives.

#armin arlert #eren yeager #eremin #i will make more parts because i wanna talk of modern eremin and a actor au or i will die #attack on titan #aot #my headcanons uwu

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OH MY GOSH! That modern!au was so beautiful???😭😭 I’m not a sucker for moderns au cause I like to keep things as canon as possible but saying that I loved this would be an understatement. 🤩 Please write a pt 2?? 💕

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Phone Call

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After successfully arriving at the Cast Meet and Greet event a couple hours away from your quaint apartment, you were able to meet your idol at long last.

Though you had been awkward in greeting the man of your dreams, you planned to make up for ‘lost time’. With his phone number tucked securely in your phone’s contact list, you anxiously awaited the right moment to send that first text.

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Pairings: Actor!Levi x Fan!Reader

Warnings: modern!AU, language, fluff

Taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe

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A/N: thanknyou so much Anon, and also AGREED. I’m not one for modern!AU aot fics, but the request kinda struck me and I thought ‘why not?’ And I’m content with how it turned out?? So I’m happy to do a follow up :3

I’m so sorry it took me forever!

Hope you enjoy pt. 2!

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That hour had passed you by surprisingly quickly, with how often you’d space out staring over the crowd of fans to fantasize your interaction with Levi Ackerman all over once more in your hazy mind.

Just what had happened? Your babbling and jumbled words, earning you a receipt of his own personal number??

The more you thought about it, you figured this had to be some grueling joke. It had to, right? This never happened outside of fiction. Perhaps he had given you a public number of his, and if you texted it you might just end up embarrassing yourself.

But the look he’d had in his eyes when he glanced up at you before signing those ten numbers under his signature onto the very paper he held…surely he wasn’t one for cruel practical jokes, right?

Tucking the paper away for now, you brought yourself back to the present as the interview began.

For the entirety of the event, you couldn’t keep the giddy grin from your face as your favorite actors and actresses posed as their beloved characters to answer popular questions across many social media platforms. They would quote the author’s original scrip for accurate answers, as well as adding their own personal takes on the topics as the character’s roles.

How could this event have been any more enthralling; you had thought, just before managing to meet the gaze of Levi from the back of the room. Your breath stuck in your throat once more as you quickly diverted your stare.

But upon hearing the man start to speak into his small microphone to answer some questions on a cue card he held, your gaze snapped back up in an instant to find him. You could listen to his voice all day and never tire of how husky and yet smooth he sounded. While the questions were indeed interesting, and provoked curiosity within every fan present, you found it hard to focus on the words.

You punched your thigh to make yourself concentrate less on the paper held securely in your hand, and more on the event you’d paid a good amount to come see.

The hours ticked by all too quickly, as much as you were anxious to get a chance to text Levi’s number. But finally the moment arrived when the cast all took a stand and thanked the audience for showing up.

Shaking hands grabbed at your belongings as you stood to clap alongside the hundred or so fans. The room was slow to clear, prohibiting you from leaving through the double doors just yet.

Realizing you’d be stuck in the exit line for some time, you let your anticipation get the better of you and pulled out your phone. You hesitated when the contact screen popped up, wondering just what you would say, should this in fact not have been a joke.

“Fuck it,” You whispered, hitting send.

Hey, Mr. Ackerman, this is Y/N from earlier. Loved getting to meet you today!

With a shaky sigh you pocketed your phone, fighting with your bag as you scanned the dispersing crowd. Your eyes naturally drifted back towards the interview table, watching the cast clear their things and be led back through a single door liking the back wall.

Surprisingly, Levi hadn’t departed yet. He stood beside two guards, arms folded and leaning casually against the table as they chatted.

You’d nearly looked away when his posture straightened. He pulled a thin black phone from his back pocket and unlocked it. You nearly lost your breath when he seemed to be reading the screen closely as his nimble thumbs ran across the lower half of the screen.

Daring to hope, you ducked down in the crowd slightly and checked the message you’d sent. And there at the bottom of the screen appeared a bubble icon.

Biting your lip, you were slightly saddened to see the line moving along. But now, you had a bit of a bounce to your step as you left the building and re-emerged back in the extensive parking lot.

You had to remind yourself to look away from your phone screen and watch for passing cars as you passed the walkway. Hastily unlocking your car, you slid inside and locked the door after you and picked up your phone.

I’m glad you enjoyed the event. But please, just Levi is fine. Seems you were anxious to test the validity of this number?

Who knows how long you sat there, shaking in your seat as your thumbs flew across the screen to form a response. But after some time discussing the event, Levi brought up the situation in which you hadn’t been able to say all you had wanted; what with the time limit per fan and your awkward stumbling.

With a burning face and shaking fingers you replied ‘yes’ to his suggestion for a quick call, as he had nothing left on his schedule after the interview, at least for a few hours.

You drove off with a tight grin, awkwardly taking the call once it rang. It was slow to begin with, you trying to be formal and Levi trying to convince you to just be yourself.

An hour into the drive home, you’d hardly recognized just how easy it had been to open up and ask the things you really wanted to know. He answered every question you had, to the best of your ability.

He never once sounded annoyed, nor distracted as the call progressed. In fact, he started asking you simple questions of his own.

Are you from around here?

No? Where at, then?

How damn long did you drive to get here?

When did you get into the show?

Why was my character your favorite? He’s kinda a dick.

All too soon you’d pulled into the lot outside your apartment, and bade him a hesitant goodbye. You’d have continued the call, if it hadn’t already been two hours of conversation and he had a shoot he had to attend for the company.

Offhandedly, he mentioned thinking on letting you have the first look how the photos would come out before he hung up, leaving you with an explosive feeling of butterflies in your gut.

Climbing the straits towards your room, you unlocked the door and flipped onto the couch with a barely contained scream.

You were living a reality you hardly thought feasible, how could you not be over the moon?

Just when you’d thrown your phone to the side some time later to grave dinner, your phone buzzed one last time.

*Attachment : 4 images.*

Never thought I’d give my number to a fan. Coffee at Highland Cafè around 2 o’clock next week? That’s closer to you.

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