#no one needs to sing because none of them will sound like her but at least look like amy
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Its the way Lauren Jauregui would of made a perfect Amy Winehouse in the biopic
#they look so much alike#no one needs to sing because none of them will sound like her but at least look like amy#amy winehouse#lauren jauregui
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Fontaine Characters with Violinist Reader!
A/N: This disappearing thing of mine is annoying, I'm trying to stop it. However, I finally got a bit of spare time to play Genshin and I am so, so in love with Fontaine. I think it's gonna be a wonderful arc. I haven't felt this much jubilation since Liyue or Inazuma!
Warnings; None, really.
Lyney, Lynette, Neuvillette, Navia, Furina, Wriothesley (no particular order)
Lyney
First off, this boy is no stranger to performing, an activity he loves. Naturally, he's going to be most interested in fellow performers, including you!
If you're the type to get anxious before, or even during a performance, say goodbye to that with him. He'll guide you through plenty of destressing rituals to help you relax beforehand.
(This included, but wasn't limited to; Taking deep breaths, doing tongue twisters, asking you to play meme songs on your violin, or tickling your sides because 'laughing is a great way to be loose'.)
Even during, should you freeze up and he's in the audience, he'll do a quick but loud magic trick to get everyone's eyes off you. Even one that makes him look like a fool, so long as you have time to put yourself together.
He'd LOVE to have you on stage with him! He adores your music and would ask you to sync it up with dramatic moments in his magic.
If you compose you own stuff, he's pretty much your biggest fan. The guy who never misses a concert. The loudest clapper. The biggest braggart.
"That gorgeous, graceful violinist we had the pleasure of watching? What if I told you that they're coupled up with an equally electric performer? That is, me~."
Lynette
It's easy to think that her brother outdoes her in terms of being your fan, but quietness hides a lot. If you think she doesn't care as much, you're so, so wrong.
She learned several music skills just to be closer to you, including sight-reading. BTW, she's got a killer voice and loves to sing out your compositions. Sometimes it helps you come up with alternative movements within them.
She can also play piano, to a good level of accompaniment. With time, one would think she is also a music assistant; It's not uncommon for her to be on your stage.
Lynette is VERY attentive to your instrument. Does it need rosin? A new bow, perhaps a re-hair? You just say the word, and she'll happily take it to the repair workshop if you have no time.
"By the way, Y/N prefers real horse hair, the thinnest you have. Don't worry. They're talented enough to thrive on it.".
She makes it a point to let you know how much she loves what you do: "All other music in Fontaine pales in its beauty next to yours. Please, keep playing.".
Neuvillette
You play the violin? (he crosses his legs and assumes his royal position). So when are you going to get married? Will you be okay playing a few pieces, even while being the spouse? /Half-joking, tbh.
For him to say that he is the lover of a music pioneer as important as you... Will never not be a moment of joy for him.
First off, what a sugar daddy. I hope you made a list of the expensive violins you wanted but couldn't afford. Because now, it's yours, never mind the Mora. Your very case may as well be coated with gold.
He won't die on this hill, but he would love it if you could play a bit during the parties he hosts. He loves live music to begin with, but after hearing you, it feels like no other pro could hope to sound as good as you.
(And side note, he likes how mesmerized everyone is with you lol)
If you're the type to remember your patron's personal preferences, and compose/play in accordance to that, just for him? Put hearts in his eyes. He's no longer joking about the wedding thing.
While he loves showing you off, he'll never force you if you're shy/nervous. If anything, he would also feel very special if he got to heard songs not out yet, compositions just for him...
"Perhaps this is Lady Furina's way of rewarding me for my years of service. Bless our Archon for giving me such a talented, show and heart-stopping partner.".
Navia
She likes that the Spina del Rosula is represented by passionate, talented people!
If you like sweets, I say just join her team. It's guaranteed pastries after each request lol.
Her detective work is cool, but can get a bit drab after a while. She likes asking you to play some violin ambiance, partly because it makes her feel cool, and partly because your music changes the atmosphere for much better.
Navia is a woman of decorum, but she'll often have trouble staying still during your concerts. It doesn't matter if there are rules to how loud a woman can cheer, she's happy for you and will make sure you know that.
She becomes even more proactive than usual. If a concert of yours falls on the same time as her work, she'll scour the ends of Teyvat for its solution, so she can see you.
With time, she might request you to play pieces that her father loved. Once they're brought back to life, through your own strings, she can't help but be a little emotional. She must have done something wonderful to have you.
"How beautiful, how poignant as you, my dear Y/N! This calls for macaroons! Which flavor would you like today?".
Furina
"Yes, Neuvillette, I know they perform and all, but why can't I keep them to myself! They're so darn great, I want that everyday!"
Of course, she's not gonna stop you, but beware; I feel like Furina would almost turn you into her own personal violinist lol.
She'd keep requesting your presence over her other personal entertainment and somewhat bombard you with song requests. Buuut if you're looking for a varied repertoire, she's your gal!
One reason she requests so much is because she so impressed with how you not only fulfill them all, you do it so creatively and beautifully. You don't just follow the note as it is... Once you're acquainted with what she likes, you modify the tune a bit to be more her taste.
She's so cute when she claps; The way her hands go so fast and she's about to get up from the seat, the huge eye and smile... Why, you might start reconsidering her offer.
"Bravooooo, Y/N!! Bravo! That was everything, I can't go on without an encore!"
If the tune is more happy-go-lucky, she will get up and dance along. Will also do it in circles around you because she's your little orb :3
Wriothesley
"Forgive me for intruding... But I was overhearing, and your playing is terrific. Electrifying. Do you happen to perform on Saturday nights? That's when I can leave the Fortress for a bit.".
Of all your fans, Wrio is one of the quieter ones, but not so much that no one knows it. For one, he's a Duke, he's bound to enjoy good music. And heavens knows he needs some fun in his life.
Here's a fun thing (ngl this is what I was excited to write): At first, it doesn't sound like he can make it to your recital. You see him on his desk, surrounded by paper mountains that only ever seem to grow. He doesn't want to make you sad, but his remark lets you know that he's not coming: "Would it kill some of these people to tone it down for a bit so I can go see my partner perform?".
So imagine your shock when you step on stage, and see him on the first row, sitting tall and handsome, shit-eating grin on his face and waving. You really bought it for a moment.
"Hehe... Did you really think I can't even make a bit of time to see Fontaine's best violinist in action? You actually bought that?".
I HC that he has insomnia, and has tried any things to cure it, but to no avail. It's rumored in Fontaine that his is incurable, but little do they know about how he lays down next to your sitting form. Little do they know of the soft lullabies you composed just for him, or how peacefully he dreams afterwards 💜
#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact fontaine#lyney x reader#lynette x reader#furina x reader#neuvillette x reader#navia x reader#wriothesley x reader#genshin impact fanfics#genshin impact fluff
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𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍, chris sturniolo !
summary: (fem oc!) avoids chris for a full week after having a sex dream about him. chris cant take it anymore and convinces matt and nick to help him get her alone at a party.
contains: soft / kinda rough dom!chris, slightt mommy & daddy kink if you squint, mentions of sex dream, riding & fingering.
requested: yes. irl bsf requested this one so this one’s for u bff 😘
"where the fuck are we going?"
"don’t you trust us, b?"
matt’s faux-exasperated tone had bianca throwing him a side-eye. nick, who stood to the left of bianca, chuckled, "i don't think she does matt."
it wasn't that bianca didn't trust them. she’s known the triplets literally her whole life, and matt and nick are like the older brothers she's never had. on a normal day, she would literally follow them blindly because that’s exactly what the trio were: the blind leading the blind. but with the current circumstances and the fact that she has been avoiding their brother like the literal plague, bianca can’t help but feel a little bit suspicious.
matt and nick had found bianca hiding—or at least trying to. it was always easy to find bianca at a party, considering after two drinks she was close to literally getting on top of a table and singing out of tune. anyway, she had been hiding with a group of her college friends that none of the triplets could even remember the names of, considering she didn’t hang out with them much. the fact that bianca was even at a party with them in the first place was weird; she always found it boring, but she needed an escape, and cheap beer with some questionable company had to do it.
bianca was sitting with one of her college friends, pouring another drink for herself, when matt and nick appeared out of literally nowhere, which confused bianca because why would matt and nick ever be at a party one of her college friends were throwing? grabbed her plastic cup from her hands, ignored her protests, and started dragging her out of the living room.
dragging bianca along, each one linked to her arms from both sides, passing in between the crowd of bodies gathered in the living room, occasionally having to push a drunk jock out of the way, and guiding her up the stairs into the upstairs hallway. they moved fast, and the people around her passed by like a sea of blurred faces.
bianca was suddenly thrusted forward when she reached one of the doors and were pushed inside by matt, who flashed her an apologetic smile, shrugging, "i’m sorry!" he said though he didn’t seem apologetic at all.
bianca glared at the door; she didn’t even need to turn around; she already knew who was sitting on the bed, as who else would convince their equally idiotic brothers to do this?
she sighed as she turned around, reasoning with herself that as much as she tried, she unfortunately couldn't avoid her best friend forever. sitting on the neatly made bed of some stranger's room was chris sturniolo, looking like a kicked puppy as he followed bianca’s eyes, watching as they averted around the room as she still stood at the door, unsure of what to do.
chris happily broke the silence, though. “so now i have to literally kidnap my best friend just to talk to her?”
leaning back into the cold wooden surface of the door, bianca tried to sound as unbothered as possible, knowing very well she was about to crack. "i wouldn't call that much of a kidnapping. matt and nick were giggling like literal idiots.”
when chris didn't answer, merely raising an eyebrow, unamused, she tried again. "so, uh... what is this, exactly? christopher. seven minutes in heaven? you know this isn't seventh grade anymore, right?"
“no, if it were seventh grade, you wouldn’t be ignoring me and acting weird.”
"i’m not acting weird.”
"then why can't you just look at me?" chris asked, frustration creeping into his voice.
"i-"
but as soon as chris opened his mouth, he couldn’t stop talking. “you’ve been avoiding me like the fucking plague all week, and i need to know why."
bianca wasn’t avoiding chris.
or at least that’s what bianca has been telling him ever since he first confronted her about it. he showed up at her house a week ago, climbing through her window as he refused to use the door like a normal person, planning to stay up all night with her because og fortnite had just dropped, though she made an excuse about being sick and ushered him out of her house, causing him to be very confused because she looked fine at school earlier.
he brushed it off and didn’t text her the next day. when bianca was sick, she liked to be left alone; she hated people being around her when she was sick. but when three days had passed and she still hadn’t contacted him once, he attempted to call her, asking her what was wrong and why she was avoiding him. she couldn’t bear to tell him the truth, so she said she was still sick, and then hastily hung up the phone, avoiding his texts afterwards.
in school, when he attempted to approach bianca at her locker in hopes of talking to his best friend, whom he hadn’t seen or spoken to in four days, she rushed towards her class, pretending she didn’t notice him; she was running out of excuses.
the truth was, bianca couldn’t look her best friend in the eye anymore, let alone be in his presence, after the dream she had of him.
she sighed and looked down at the floor. “it’s nothing, chris; i’m just confused, okay? you didn’t do anything wrong; i promise it’s just...” she trailed off awkwardly.
there was a shift in the air, and the tension dropped as chris’s face lightened. hearing that bianca wasn’t mad at him was a relief. he rose from his place on the bed and walked over to her, stopping right in front of her.
“hey b?” he gently lifted her chin up, looking deeply into her eyes. “i’m not mad at you, okay? i was just worried; we used to tell each other everything, and then you started acting like this, and it’s been driving me crazy because i didn’t know what to think," he admitted.
"i know; i’m sorry." bianca finally mustered up the courage to meet his gaze. her eyes softened slightly at his concern. "it’s just... well, you know how crazy dreams can be sometimes," she added sheepishly.
"bianca..." chris sighed softly before wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close against his chest. he rested his chin on top of her head, savouring the familiar scent of her hair. "i promise i won't judge you for whatever it was. just, please, talk to me about it." he pleaded softly, hoping she would finally break down and tell him what had been bothering her all week.
bianca sighed, her body leaning into his warmth. "okay, fine," she muttered reluctantly. taking a deep breath, she began to explain, "it’s just that... well, i had this weird dream about us... you know?" she stuttered, her cheeks turning crimson red.
chris raised an eyebrow. “oh yeah?” he asked. his sweet tone started to fade away as he smirked slightly.
bianca just nodded her head, missing the smirk in his tone as he asked, “what happened in the dream?" though he kind of had an idea already, and he’d be lying if he said the images weren’t going straight to his dick.
"in the dream, we were both, you know..." bianca managed to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper.
“oh, i think i know.” chris’s smirk grew wider at her discomfort, his eyes glittering with excitement. "and what happened next?" he prompted, eagerly waiting for her reaction.
bianca swallowed hard, her heart racing faster than normal. "uh, i was riding you.” she admitted weakly.
“that sounds hot."
bianca’s eyes widened as she pulled away from chris. “what?” she asked in shock. she couldn’t believe she was even admitting this to him.
“you heard me.” chris smirked.
bianca’s face reddened slightly, and chris smirked. “what do you say we make your little dream come true, hm?"
bianca bit her lower lip, her eyes darting around the room nervously. "chris, we can't!" she protested weakly.
"no?” chris raised his eyebrows. “if i pulled your panties aside, you’re telling me you wouldn’t be dripping?” he asked, noting how her thighs were pressed together.
"i... i..." stuttering, bianca couldn't find the words to argue anymore. her body was betraying her, and the warmth between her legs confirmed it all too well.
"come on, ma,” chris said as his hands trailed down towards her ass, squeezing them tightly. “made you feel good in your dream, hm? let me make you feel good in real life.”
unable to resist any longer, bianca nodded, and chris grinned triumphantly. he pulled her closer, pressing his lips to hers and kissing her hungrily, their tongues tangling together in a messy dance. chris suddenly motioned for her to jump, and she instantly complied, jumping and wrapping her legs around chris’s waist as he kissed her harder, walking towards the bed and pushing her onto it. he pulled apart from her lips, his lips covered in her lipstick, though he didn’t seem to care as he said, “tell me what i did to you in your dream, ma.”
"y-you were kissing my neck, and then you started to undress me slowly,” she gasped as chris’s lips attached to her neck, bitting, licking, and kissing her skin. his hands trailed down her body, making their way to her back as he unzipped her dress effortlessly while still kissing her. she gasped as the dress fell and his hands started to cup her breasts over her bra.
“like this, ma?” he asked.
"mmm..." bianca groaned, enjoying the sensation of his hands on her breasts. "yes, just like that," she managed to croak out between moans.
"good girl," chris praised, pulling away from her neck long enough to whisper into her ear, "now tell me what happened next." he nibbled lightly on her earlobe before sucking it softly, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.
he continued to tease her nipples through her bra, making them harden further. "come on, mommy,” he teased, knowing that was a secret kink of hers that he heard her overshare one time. “don’t be shy; tell me what i did next."
she couldn’t help it. the use of the word mommy always made her feel some type of way, so she no longer held back. "you pulled my panties down, and you fingered me."
"that’s a good girl," chris praised as he finally took her lacy bra off and sucked on her nipple harshly before turning his attention to her wetness. he began to rub slow circles around her clit through her underwear, creating waves of pleasure that radiated throughout her body. "tell me how bad you want me to touch you there, ma," he demanded huskily.
bianca moaned loudly, her body arching into his touch. "please, chris. i need you to touch me." she begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
chris grinned triumphantly, his eyes glittering with satisfaction. he hooked his fingers underneath her underwear and pulled them down slowly, revealing her smooth, shaven pussy to him. "just like that," he praised before lowering his head and sucking her clit between his lips, his tongue flicking it teasingly.
bianca moaned so loudly that chris had to place his hand over her mouth. "you need to be quiet, b. don’t want people to hear us, do you?” he asked as he inserted a finger and wasted no time in moving it quickly in and out of her, smirking as she threw her head back.
"after all, that would mean i’d have to stop, and you don’t want me to stop now, do you, baby?”
bianca nodded frantically, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "no, please don't stop." she begged, her body trembling with desire.
chris chuckled darkly, his finger moving faster inside of her, hitting her g-spot just right. "you’re such a naughty girl, bianca," he teased before suddenly stopping, leaving her hanging on edge. "but i’ll reward you for being so good." with that, he slowly inserted another finger alongside the first one, stretching her tight entrance as he began to thrust them in and out of her wet pussy.
bianca whimpered softly, her nails digging into chris’s back for support. "more, please, give me more," she begged, her voice shaking with need.
"mhm, i don’t know, ma,” chris teased. "is this better than your dream?” he asked.
"yes, yes, it's better," bianca panted, her voice barely above a whisper.
chris chuckled again, his fingers picking up the pace inside of her and hitting her g-spot harder and faster. "that’s a good girl," he praised, his voice husky with desire. "now, spread your legs wider for me."
bianca complied, spreading her legs apart as wide as they could go, exposing her sensitive folds to him. her body trembled in anticipation, begging for more.
chris didn't disappoint her. he added another finger, stretching her tight pussy even further. "do you like that?" he asked, his voice gruff with lust.
bianca nodded. “yes, chris, i love it,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back as she felt her legs start to shake. “chris, fuck, i’m-“
"cum for me, baby."
with one final push, bianca’s body convulsed violently, and she cried out his name as waves of pure ecstasy washed over her. her juices coated his hand and arm, leaving a sticky mess on the sheets.
chris smirked and lowered his head to kiss her sweetly on the lips. “you did so well, you know that?" he told her, his voice husky with satisfaction. as bianca caught her breath, he undressed himself quickly, revealing his hardened dick, which was dripping with pre-cum. "we’re not done yet, though, ma."
bianca moaned at the sight; she didn’t expect him to be that big. chris chuckled at her reaction and attached their lips together again. bianca moaned into the kiss sucking on his tongue as chris flipped them over so she was on top. she broke away from the kiss and looked at him in confusion.
“wha-“
he stopped her. "if i remember correctly, you said you rode me in your dream, hm?” he asked as she nodded her head.
chris grinned. "well, it’s also my dream for you to ride me. wanna see those tits bounce for me, ma.”
she nodded nervously, her hands shaking as she reached down to guide his cock into her tight entrance. slowly at first, bianca began to lower herself onto him, groaning softly as the head of his cock brushed against her sensitive spot.
“oh fuck," she gasped, her eyes wide with surprise and pleasure. "chris, you're huge."
“that’s it, ma,” he moaned back, his hands on her hips, guiding her up and down his length. "take it all."
bianca moaned and sank right down onto his lap, the pair both groaning as they looked down and realised their bodies were perfectly aligned. she slowly rode him up and down, her breasts swaying enticingly with each thrust.
his hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements while his tongue traced along her neck and collarbone.
“that’s it baby," he panted, "ride me like you mean it."
bianca moved even faster, throwing her head back. “feels so good, daddy,” she moaned, and chris’s eyes darkened.
"that’s it, ma," he growled, his hands moving to cup her ass firmly, encouraging her to ride him harder.
bianca picked up the pace, her breasts slapping against his chest with each thrust. the rhythmic motion of their bodies created a symphony of sounds that filled the room—moans, gasps, and the wet slapping of flesh against flesh. their combined moans echoed off the walls, making them both lose themselves.
"i’m so close, chris." bianca gasped as he sucked on her nipple harshly.
"me too, baby," chris groaned, his own climax nearing. he increased the speed of his thrusts, matching her rhythm perfectly. their bodies slapped against each other in sync, creating a perfect rhythm of pleasure and desire.
bianca’s orgasm built up quickly, and she cried out his name as another powerful wave of ecstasy washed over her. her tight pussy contracted around his cock, milking him dry. when she finally came down from her high, she collapsed on top of him, panting heavily.
chris followed suit moments later, his own release filling her up completely. they lay there for a moment, their breathing gradually returning to normal.
“fuck that was.” bianca stuttered to out of it to even form a sentence.
chris chuckled and slowly pulled out of her. he headed towards the bathroom in the room, returned a moment later with a warm washcloth, and began gently wiping the mess they made off her thighs. bianca smiled softly, and once he was done, he helped her put her panties and bra back on.
he pecked her lips softly. "you okay?” he asked.
“never been better," she replied.
“good.” chris smiled. “but next time something happens, promise you’ll tell me instead of avoiding me?”
“if this is what happens afterwards, then I'll be telling you about every dream i have.”
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not a chris girl but this could of single handedly converted me
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A continuation of this post. Part 3
ao3
As that long-haired guy walks away - his friend onstage called his name, but Steve didn’t catch it - Robin nudges Steve.
“Asshole roadies,” she says, sing-song.
“Get fucked,” Steve says with her.
It’s tradition, that little chant. Every gig, there’s always one venue where someone with far less experience says something. Steve knows he was blunt and probably shouldn’t have said anything with that tone, but after too many times, his patience is exhausted.
He can’t even blame the blunt thing on ASL. If anything, he’s meaner in English.
It makes sense. He knows English a lot better. He and Robin only started taking the ASL classes two years ago, when he really needed it. His left ear had been pretty much gone for a while (fuck you Billy Hargrove for putting ceramic in his scalp), but he sucked it up and started learning when his right ear started going, too.
Honestly, he has no idea what caused that.
Two years of ASL means he and Robin aren’t fluent yet. Not even close. But between that, his residual hearing, and the lip reading he’s relied on for longer, Steve does alright. If he wasn’t at a gig, he’d bring his hearing aids, but that’s a recipe for disaster and broken equipment.
Plus, he’s learned he can’t focus on his job when he hears as well as feels the music.
Robin taps his arm again. You good?
I’m good, he signs back.
They finish setting up before they grab a snack. The venue is pretty tiny, a standing room only place that serves pizza and a few drinks, and that’s it.
The pizza is really good though.
They finish up their slices before they go back to the booth. Robin is particular about not eating around the equipment, and Steve has long given up on fighting her.
Their jobs are pretty easy, in all honesty. The light cues are pre-written, and sound check was an hour ago. All Steve needs to do is hit the cues, and all Robin needs to do is adjust mic levels and turn them on and off as needed.
This leaves plenty of room for a healthy amount of fucking around.
As Robin, always on his right side, starts telling him a story about her friend’s ex’s (who is also her friend, because lesbians are just like that) latest date, Steve watches the crowd file in and nods along.
His mind, however, goes back to that guy. Someone always says something, and it’s always someone new to touring. Steve can just tell. All the rookies do the same thing; they look at the stage with wonder in their eyes. This guy was no different. Just some rookie giving Steve a problem, like always.
Except that this guy was different.
Rookies tended to want to prove themselves. They wanted to show off their fancy knowledge and make it clear that they belonged there along with everyone else who had a career. They wanted to catch Steve off guard, make him thank them for helping him out.
This guy didn’t do that. He was nosy and pushy and pretty and rambled a lot, but he wasn’t trying to be a dick. He was trying to look out for Steve, even if it was none of his business, even if he didn’t know him.
He ended up being a bit dickish, but he wasn’t trying to be. If Steve were a nicer person, he’d think that might count for something.
Steve is trying to be a nicer person, with emphasis on trying.
His watch vibrates, jolting him back to the moment. He lowers the lights, cueing the openers to go on.
The set list, along with Steve’s cues, is in in a binder between him and Robin, lit by a book light with a battery that’ll die at least twice, with their luck.
The first opener is a band Steve has never heard of called “Corroded Coffin.” If they’re any good, he might listen to their music.
Big emphasis on might because he’s not a big fan of metal. Punk has better bass lines, one that Steve likes to feel in his chest.
He hits the cue when they start their opening song, lighting them in reds and purples and-
Oh. Shit.
That guy wasn’t a roadie. He’s part of the opening band. He’s a guitarist.
A really good guitarist.
A really hot guitarist.
Steve is so caught up in stating that he nearly misses the next cue. He doesn’t, though. He’s a professional.
Robin elbows him, and he turns to see her signing. For one hopeful moment, he thinks she’s signing “hungry” and will offer to get them both more of that really good pizza like the wonderful friend she is.
But then she repeats the sign, again and again, and Steve smacks her before hitting the next cue.
“I am not horny!” he whispers, clearly loud enough for Robin to hear through her earplugs because she laughs.
You think he’s hot, she signs.
Steve rolls his eyes.
I’m right! she teases.
Steve faces away from her for the two seconds it takes for her to tug him back.
“Not fair,” she says, and Steve only gets it because it’s light enough to read her lips.
The band has gone through two songs, and the lead singer, a tall Black guy, is saying something to the crowd. Steve hears it just fine with all the mics, but understanding is too much of a struggle to bother.
He doesn’t really care anyway. He likes feeling the music and hearing it with what he has left (his audiologist said it won’t accelerate his hearing loss, so any hearing protection is a waste of money), not listening to whatever the bands have to talk about.
Anything important? he asks Robin.
She shakes her head.
Steve turns back to the stage in time to hit the next cue, casting the band in blue as the guitarist starts playing a really low intro.
Did you hear his name earlier? Steve asks.
Robin says something, but it gets lost in the music and the dim light.
“Hettie?” Steve asks aloud.
Robin shakes her head. Sorry.
She finger spells, messing up once and throwing it out with a wave of her hands.
“Eddie?”
She nods.
Steve hits the next cue and uses the rest of the time to appreciate the view. Eddie really is hot, in his dark jeans and tattered tank top, grin on his face and quick-moving fingers. And Steve has never had a chance to talk to the talent, even if they’re nosy.
But Eddie was nosy because he was worried. It would almost be sweet if it wasn’t so condescending.
He didn’t mean for it to be, the terrible little rational part of Steve’s brain pipes up. And he apologized. Multiple times.
The bigger part of his brain reminds him that it doesn’t matter what Eddie meant it as. Steve effectively tanked any hope when he snapped at him before the show.
Oh God.
He has to do a whole tour with this guy. Who he was a total dick to.
Yikes. At least he has Robin, who is-
Currently staring at him and signing “horny.”
Steve smacks her again, which she laughs at and returns instantly before they focus back on their jobs. They’re professionals, goddammit.
Professionals who are already on less than stellar terms with one of the openers.
He’s so not looking forward to the next few weeks.
Tag list (this is not a regular thing for me but it was manageable this time!): @just-a-tiny-void @weirdandabsurd42 @satan-is-obsessed @honeysucklesinger @coyotepup345 @gayafmermaid @thegingerrapunzel
#ria writes#steddie#steddie ficlet#steve harrington#robin buckley#eddie munson#corroded coffin#hoh steve harrington#rockstar eddie munson#stranger things ficlet#stranger things#st#st ficlet#also squad don’t get used to tag listing#i’m very inconsistent with it#gi;pe au
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ִ ࣪𖤐๋࣭ ⭑⋆｡°✩ DREAM GIRL (HC)
or, a night with ellie!
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ﾟ。 warnings: none! pure fluff <3
₊˚⊹♡ the night was cold and outside the wind was blowing. you didn’t even realize your low humming had turned into loud singing until you got interrupted by ellie, who flirtingly says “having fun, mama?” while joining you in the bathroom, where you were doing your nightly skincare routine.
₊˚⊹♡ she hops on the vanity, and watches you with an odd gaze. she is a curious being, and true to her nature, ellie starts inspecting every single skin care product you own.
₊˚⊹♡ “what is this one for?” she would ask, to later sigh and say “you don’t even need all that”.
₊˚⊹♡ her presence is soothing, and her eyes are so full of love as she watches you move. she can’t help but plant a loud kiss to your cheek when you’re done, which ends in you protesting: “my skin was clean, you ruined it with your dirty mouth!”
₊˚⊹♡ “acting as if you didn’t love my dirty mouth, love”, she replied, making you blush.
₊˚⊹♡ you brush your teeth together before going to bed, ellie doing silly faces in the mirror to make you laugh. sometimes you have to remind her to brush her teeth, not because she forgets but because she is as lazy as she can get. “damn baby, i thought i was getting away with it”
₊˚⊹♡ when you go back to your room, she runs and literally jumps into your bed, plopping down with a groan. she sleeps with a big t-shirt, boxers and socks, because she gets too hot to sleep with pants on but her feet get cold if she doesn’t wear socks. she’s just weird.
₊˚⊹♡ as soon as you comfortably get under the covers, she is clinging to you like a koala. she gets love drunk when she’s sleepy, and domestic routines like this make her even more infatuated with you. she likes to sit on your thighs and kiss all over your face, squishing your cheeks while mumbling sweet nothings in a baby voice.
“ohmygoshiloveyousomuchyouaremybabyarentyou?!”
₊˚⊹♡ you stay awake for a while before actually falling asleep. sometimes you are both on your phones watching tiktoks, ellie nearly screaming “babe come here you need to see this!” when she finds a 5 minute long video titled “funny cat bloopers”. which ends up in you both wheezing with tears in your eyes.
₊˚⊹♡ the sound of your laugh makes ellie laugh even more, and her laugh does the same to you, so it’s a loop until you’re both gasping for air and about to pee yourselves. when you start to calm down, ribs aching and breathless, you look at each other and you start manically laughing again.
₊˚⊹♡ other times, you just spend hours basking in each other’s presence, softly caressing each other’s body and mumbling sweet nothings.
₊˚⊹♡ later on, when sleep starts to take over, ellie holds you to her chest while she plays with your hair, talking a little bit about your days and eventually falling asleep.
₊˚⊹♡ but that loving, calm aura doesn’t last long, because as soon as ellie falls into a deep slumber, the chaos begins.
₊˚⊹♡ she wiggles from one position to another, all night long. from you being in her chest, to her being the little spoon, then the big spoon, then being completely on top of you -making it hard to breathe- and then being stretched out all along the bed while you sleep far away, in a corner.
₊˚⊹♡ you wake up at least three times per night to get the blanket back, often being tangled between your bodies or bunched up at the end of the bed.
₊˚⊹♡ her dad snores sometimes wake you up scared shitless, you could never understand how something so loud comes out of such an angelic tiny body.
₊˚⊹♡ she totally drools. on you. you’ve become used to waking up to ellie calmly sleeping with her face on your stomach, and a big, warm, wet patch where her mouth is at. ew (ellie williams)
₊˚⊹♡ she always wakes up hungry in the middle of the night, sneaks out of bed to get some snacks and eats them in bed. don’t be surprised if you wake up from your beauty sleep to ellie (loudly) munching on some cheetos and watching fortnite gameplays with her earphones with the volume so high that she doesn’t realize she nearly screams “want sum, babe?”
₊˚⊹♡ when she can’t go back to sleep, ellie likes to watch you. she quietly observes how your chest moves with your deep breaths, the way your brows furrow when you’re dreaming, your eyelashes meeting your cheeks. she can’t help but hide her face in your neck, inhaling strongly just to get drunk on your scent. my girl is so down bad :(
₊˚⊹♡ and when you wake up to her beautiful sleepy face, with a tiny smile and brushing your hair out of your face, and she whispers a “morning sleepyhead” before kissing your nose, you realize no weird sleeping habits could make you love this girl less.
a/n: short but sweet right? it’s been a while since i’ve written so any advice is welcome <3
mwahh!!
#⋆˚✿˖° abbyssx!#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams x you#ellie williams tlou2#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams tlou#ellie x fem reader#ellie x reader#ellie williams#ellie williams fluff#ellie williams the last of us#the last of us
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"so, for once in my life.. let me get what i want."
jouno saigiku x fem!reader drabble
lovesick jouno, jouno NEEDS more fans other than me
warnings: none all fluff, reader met jouno after he lost his vision
jouno desperately wanted to sleep, his body yearned for sleep.. but his mind was too crowded. how the beautiful lady was laying on the bed next to him, holding the stuffed animal he bought her based off of how soft it was when they first started dating.
her heartbeat was prettier than the sound of a choir of angels singing to him. a sound he could point out in a room full of thunderous voices. how could someone so kind choose him?
although he was content with all his other senses being heightened, he wished he met you before he lost his vision. how he would perfectly describe the colour of your eyes if he could.
every night it escaped him how you adored him more than anyone. how a soft stuffed animal was your replacement for him since cuddling was too overwhelming for his senses. how your sugary voice only referred to him as "sai". even when he was being frustrating.
why would he, a former criminal, be so fortunate for a person like you? who searched the ends of the earth (online websites) for replacements of his incredibly old clothes which he only kept because he knew what they looked like. when his favourite graphic tee got a rip in it you found another for him.
how when you were walking through the city with him you gasped as a car drove past, one that you really liked. "sai! y'know your old sweater with the old BMW on? one like that but green drove by!" a day out you must have long forgotten about yet he remembered very well as you went through great effort to explain what it looked like to him.
despite how much he hated tecchou's food combinations, when you met tecchou you tried your absolute best to like them. incredibly worried to earn the respect of your new boyfriend (at the time)'s colleagues. now whenever tecchou comes up with a new one tecchou tells jouno to tell you about it. jouno does not tell you.
perhaps it is the fact that you cut his hair when it gets too long for him to deal with. gently trimming it every couple of weeks.
maybe when you saw how mean he could be to the other hunting dogs you scolded him in front of them, his colleague's giggling as they found his weakness. you. now whenever he was being particularly nasty to them, you would get a phone call to out your boyfriend in his place.
perchance it was that you asked him what colour his eyes were after knowing him as a friend for a few months. although he never opened his eyes from light sensitivity, he made an exception for you. opening his eyelids and putting up with the harsh light for a few seconds as he heard your heartbeat speed up, admiring his eyes. albeit whatever they looked like now.
or, after a monthly surgery you would stay with jouno for the whole time he had to rest. jouno being so out of it he just wants to cuddle, something you cherish. he knows you adore those times so even when he starts to get his senses back, he will give you a few more hours of sleep with him on a small hospital bed.
his thoughts paused for a second as he heard your muscles contract as you changed sleeping positions. he heard the stuffed animal fall out of your arms as you rolled. he was too comfortable to get out of bed for it but noticed your arms looking for it in your sleep. he heard and felt the vibrations of your arm patting around for it on the bed.
he sighed before moving closer to you, quietly moving an arm out for your arms to hold onto instead. pulling his stray arm to your chest in your sleep, a quiet hum escaped your lips.
your arms wrapped around his bicep, something that pulled him closer to sleep after having his senses adjust to it. he would not bring this up in the morning.
with all those memories, he can't pinpoint when the moment he knew he loved you was. he was just happy he even knew you.
for once in his life, he had gotten what he wanted. lord knows it was the first time.
ughhhh he makes me so anhwahawbkhry4yiaw
the new bsd chapter coming out will have jouno ALIVE AND WELL. if not asagiri has me to respond to. no body no death. anyways everyone needs to write for the hunting dogs more please and thank you!!
jouno needs more fans like i know he is a bit of a red flag but red is the colour of my blogg soooo... match made in heaven <33
also did you see where i added perchance. you can't just say perchance!!
reblogs are appreciated so so so much!!
#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs x reader#bungo stray dogs x reader#jouno saigiku#saigiku jouno#bsd jouno#bsd jouno saigiku#the hunting dogs#hunting dogs bsd#jouno x reader#jouno saigiku x reader#saigiku jouno x reader
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Imagine, if you will, that Steve gets Vecna'd during the weapons building portion of the adventure. They're parked far away from Hawkins to prevent someone stumbling upon them and there are like a total of 4 tapes in the RV, none of which have anyone's favorite songs on them.
Steve, in his mind, hears Robin say she has a bad feeling, and it twists to be that she cruelly says Steve's the reason it's going to end badly. If Steve were a better, smarter, less pathetic person, they'd need him. He should just leave before he fucks this up for them all. Nancy piles on how he's bullshit, has always been bullshit. Dustin asks why he's even still around when they've already replaced him with Eddie. It's a bad time.
Meanwhile, Robin is freaking out because Steve just froze in the middle of making Molotov's. "Steve. Steve! STEVE!" Her shouting draws everyone and someone asks what his favorite song is and Robin's freaking out, but she thinks she knows this. "Bohemian Rhapsody! We sing it all the time together!"
"We don't even have a Queen tape!" Dustin is shouting like they don't know that already.
"Then we sing it!" Lucas suggests. "It's Bohemian Rhapsody. Everyone knows it, right?"
Robin wastes no time. She starts the song, slightly off-key, "Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?"
And slowly, everyone joins in. It doesn't sound great, and they don't really fall into a good rhythm, though Eddie does move to tap out the rhythm of it onto the side of the RV in hopes of keeping them all somewhat in time with the song.
Robin, Eddie, and Erica, surprisingly, are the only three that know all the lyrics in the correct order. The song has some long guitar solos they can't recreate out here, so the just jump into the next lyrics.
Cannot emphasize enough that it does not sound good.
But it works.
The noise of it breaks through, reaches the part of Steve's mind that is separate from where Vecna has Steve trapped. That little portal thing Max described forms, but it's not the music that breaks Steve from his mind. Not really.
Both he and Vecna turn towards the portal because whatever they're hearing is fucking awful but Steve can see, like Max saw, that everyone has gathered around him. They are all singing, off key and as loud as they possibly can, at him. To him.
For him.
He watches as Eddie bangs out a tempo for them to follow on the RV side, as Robin sings into his chest because she's wrapped him in her arms as tightly as possible, Dustin and Erica on either side of Robin (Scoops Troop reunited). Lucas and Max are scream-singing, Max with one ear out of the headphones and a hand clutching Nancy's as even Nancy sings along.
It's the worst singing Steve's ever heard.
It's the best version of Bohemian Rhapsody Steve's ever heard.
The plot twist is this. It's not even his favorite song. It's just a song he likes well enough.
He breaks free of Vecna not because it's his favorite song, but because it's his favorite people singing it, doing their best to save him because they care about him.
#platonic stobin#pre steddie#because they're always gonna end up together on my blog#just imagine everyone singing bohemian rhapsody together#my fic
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A Dream World With You
Summary: Yuji's dreams continue, and this most recent dream starts to feel like the end
A/n: ahhhhh! thanks for loving pt 1 :) here's a little continuation. maybe I'll write another part if someone requests!
Warning(s): angst
The next couple of nights, the strange dreams continue. As soon as Yuji falls asleep, he's greeted by your sweet voice and soft touch. Your bright smiles and loving eyes are always directed at him, and he feels his whole body ignite. Your melodic giggles repeat in his head, and soon, he finds himself excited to fall asleep and be swept away into his dream world with you.
As the sun sets and the moon rises, Yuji eagerly strips himself of his heavy uniform and rushes to bed. As his eyes start to feel heavy and the world begins to fade into black, Yuji's heart begins to speed up as he anticipates what adventure he'll go on with you. Maybe the two of you will try cooking again (it failed miserably the last time, and he reassured you that someone called "Uraume" would clean it up). Or, he can watch you dance around the newly planted red camellias again, your offkey singing and laughter filling him with an emotion he didn't know existed (your light kimono might slip off again, and you'll be embarrassed and try to cover yourself again).
Yuji's eyes slowly open, and he knows he's in his dream world when he sees the old architectural style of your house. His eyes immediately dart around the room as he looks for you, and annoyance flairs. Where are you? Why weren't you lying beside him? He knows that you know that he enjoys keeping you as physically close as possible.
He gets an answer when the door to your bedroom slides open, and you come rushing in. Your hair (although always long and free) looks wilder than usual, and your bright face is replaced with worry and fear. Your fingers clutch at your thing drape as you breathe heavily.
"They're coming! My Love, the sorcerers are coming!" you yell, and your voice nearly cracks as tears begin to rise in your eyes. 'Sorcerers?' Yuji repeats. Your breathing starts to pick up, and Yuji quickly rises and wraps his arms around you. Your light sobs are muffled by his chest, and he lays a kiss on the top of your head.
"There's no need to fear, Darling. You go with Uraume, and I'll care for those insects." Your teary eyes look up at him, and he swears his heart twists with anger. Curse those sorcerers for making you cry. He'll tear every single one of them apart.
The next couple of moments are rushed as you put some more clothing on, wish Yuji farewell, and make him promise to stay safe. Uraume bows down to him and promises to ensure your safety and well-being over everything else. Watching your figure follow after Uraume's, Yuji's stomach twists with a twinge of sorrow. He can't remember the last time you had been apart. Your departure from your shared home feels too real as if he won't ever see you again. No, Yuji really doesn't like the sound of that. He'd ensure to slaughter all the pesky sorcerers coming quickly so he could return to you. He wants forever and more with you.
But none of that happens because Yuji is awakened by the loud slam of Nobara's pounding fists. His groggy eyes slowly open, and he groans as he wipes the sleep away. 'I'll see her later tonight,' he thinks. He won't keep you waiting. Afterall, he still doesn't even know your name.
taglist: @aish777 @chuuberrysworld @reigenation @shegetsburned
#jjk fanfic#jjk x reader#sukuna ryomen x reader#sukuna ryomen#sukuna fluff/angst#yuji itadori#yuji x reader#yuji itadori x reader#x reader#sukuna x reader
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Ok I watched the leaked episodes
Let’s start with the positives! I love positives!
- Alex Brightman put his whole Alexussy into this shit oh my god, Pentious and Adam actually sound really good. Adam singing is also really really good. Alex can sing in character and carry things well and I’m glad now he’s part of the project. Because at least it’ll be bearable if I see the other episodes.
-Vox is actually weirdly really compelling? Like I actually ended up enjoying the vibe he’s got and his own voice grew on me, I know it’s not what people wanted but it works well.
-Nifty’s voice is pretty ok, so is Charlie’s. They’re some of the better voices of the cast, Alastor’s performance was uh. It wasn’t bad so there’s that!
-the opening exposition was needed but also a bit hamfisted- wait shit the positives- uh, I love the direction it went? Art wise?
-the songs are pretty good, they get you from point A to point B, and at least wasn’t Poison levels of cringe in writing.
-Charlie actually helping Pentious in episode 2 try to repent and be a better person actually feels nice, like a crumb of what the show should of be-
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Ok let’s get to the point.
-the episodes clearly are trying to shove as much of the plot as humanly possible, to the point that you get whiplash.
-Angel Dust, Vaggie, Valentino, Husk all have voices that either do not fit, crack from the pressure to perform, or are trying so hard to mimic the previous voice that it’s actually worrying. The Angel dust one in particular I’ll get to when I get to the point.
-The plot starts with the main antagonist, literally telling Charlie that her plan is pointless and she should give up. There’s no actual “I want” song to counter this, unless you count the song where Adam mocks her for trying and tells her the exterminations will happen twice a year now.
-Pentious at least wasn’t a creep like i was fearing in the script, but he comes off too pathetic? Like I know he was pathetic and that’s the point but why the fuck does he want to be equal to the Vees now? Didn’t he want to rule over hell himself? I know the instagram had him crop himself into pictures with the Vees but remember those aren’t canon!
-I realized I was able to hop in because I had Wikipedia level knowledge of these characters to the point they click in my head (and enough to where Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie and Husk all felt a little off but that’s neither here nor there). But god I cannot imagine being a new person trying to jump into this show, this is bad. None of the characters get actually introduced outside of Charlie, the show references the pilot which isn’t part of the show so new audiences have no idea what they’re talking about, and the staff gets actually introduced in episode 2. EPISODE 2, TO PENTIOUS!? GIRLIE POP HAVE HIM COME EPISODE 1 THEN?
-Animation that’s either too floaty, too janky, too stiff or straight up traced. Which I don’t blame the animators for, Mammon was busy buying 10,000 dollars worth of peacocks to bother paying them more than a dollar per frame. There’s no charm here.
-Where did the fucking cat key come from? No I’m serious. Where did it come from? It just kinda exists now.
-Alastor’s commercial is just straight up MEAN and he’s often more mean than chaotic, which I know is ironic since he wasn’t a good person and I wasn’t expecting him to be but it’s to a point where it’s not even fun mean. He literally called Charlie’s endeavor “Daddy issues”. It felt like he was just there to slap Charlie in the face.
-Angel Dust rant is gonna be so long that I saved it for last.
I have to put it under the read more because of talk of SA! Fun!
Ok.
I’m saying this as someone who loved him from the pilot and was willing to excuse his behavior as “flaws he can work on” since Addict and everything else proved that there was more under the surface and he was a character that could change and grow and-
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Angel dust, the rape victim… the guy running away from his abuser…
The Angel dust who has traumatic episodes so fucking graphic that he flashes back to them when he’s performing.
Saying “yeah no, fucking sexually exploit me! It turns me on!”
Viv, I know you’re not reading this but I mean this genuinely.
Fuck you.
As someone who’s family has experienced sexual abuse, as someone who’s family still has CPTSD because men in power decide to exploit them… how fuckin dare you make a character enjoy their own exploitation.
This isn’t me kink shaming a sexual character! He can be sexual and like sex! It’s never been the problem and hell it could of been liberation to have sex he deserves.
But no.
Let’s make the SA victim into the sexual harassment character, let’s make the SA victim the Stolas of the show where he wears down his love interest so thin that they have to give up.
Let’s make the SA victim still work under his shitty abuser, and make that into a joke as the abuser mentions wanting to rape everyone in the hotel.
Don’t pay to watch this show, I mean it.
Pirate it.
Hell don’t even watch it, find something better to watch. I’ve been binging anime as of late and I still like captain lazerhawk.
#hazbin leaks#hazbin hotel critical#oh yeah btw I reneg my statement of letting go of Angel dust#I’m stealing his ass#Viv stole from people anyways#Angel dust is now my character and I am keeping him away from Valentino#The radio dust au is gonna be my comfort from this
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im not sure if this is an ask but ive been thinking about skz with a younger sister reader who debuts as an idol !! imagine her being in newjeans since skz already enjoy their songs (looking at changbin and lee know 👀) I think it would be so cute !! them cheering her on and singing her songs at award shows !! or even them mcing together or meeting at isac 💗💕💖
its just something I wanted to share and I enjoy your posts so much I thought I would drop it here to see what you think 😭😭💗 feel free to write about it tho if you would like !!! 🫶🫶
so say it ditto
stray kids x sister!reader
genre: fluff
content warnings: none
word count: 0.7k
summary: the boys support their sister's venture in joining newjeans
I hope you enjoy! Sorry it's a little bit crappy haha, but if you did enjoy or wanna be added to my taglist then let me know! :)
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Being the youngest of your siblings, and all of your older brothers having debuted in a Kpop group together, called Stray Kids, you had definitely felt the pressure to debut. Your family was complicated, yes, with your mum having multiple different partners in the past, the reason why most of your siblings had different surnames, sans a few of you.
Meaning Lee Know's dad had been out of the picture until your mother rekindled her relationship with him and that's how Felix came about. But she had been staying with your dad, the one you shared with Jeongin, and you think she was settled now.
With this stability it felt like the pressure lessened yet you wanted to show your brothers too that you could do what they do. You could copy them. You could imitate them. Like ditto.
They were so proud when you debuted in NewJeans, alongside your fellow members, Hanni, Haerin, Minji, Danielle and Hyein. They'd be constantly sending messages to their fans over bubble and texting you directly as well about how excited they were for you.
Some fans thought that it had been done on purpose. You were already known in the public eye as Stray Kid's younger sister, but now you had created an image for yourself. And quite frankly, with how viral your songs had gone, you didn't need that label attached to you to be successful.
And your brothers never failed in reminding you just how viral your songs were. Whether it was through tiktoks they uploaded or if it was clips you had seen of them singing karaoke. Not to mention the videos they'd send into the groupchat.
"Cuz I-I-I-I! Know what you like boy!!!" Changbin yelled into his phone, before Lee Know and Han came up behind him in the video and screamed the second line.
"Thank you, brothers, I can no longer hear," you deadpanned into your own phone camera as you sent back a video of your own, which was meant with either laughing messages or mocking ones.
But those are brothers for you.
You couldn't even avoid their teasing when you were working too. You were MCing for Music Bank, where they had just performed their new song 'S-CLASS'. And now it was time for you to interview them.
"Welcome back to Music Bank! We're joined with Stray Kids who just performed their new song, 'S-CLASS', here they are, jaaa," you introduced them and made a cute little awkward sound, one that resembled Seungmin's 'Staaa'.
Chan and Felix, who were stood right next to you, did their best to muffle their laughs as the camera panned to them. You were thankful for that because it meant you could fan your flustered face.
"Jaaa, 1, 2, 3. Step out! We are Stray Kids!" Chan led your brothers into their introduction, making fun of the little sound you made.
"Hyunjin ssi," you began professionally, making the others gasp.
"Ssi? I'm your brother!" Hyunjin gasped, and you looked panicked at the camera before seeing the crew laughing as well.
"Yahhhhh! They pranked me saying I needed to be formal!" you whined as you crouched down with your cue cards.
"Ok, let's try this again, welcome Stray Kids oppas!!" you smile this time and the interview went much more smoothly, yet you still sighed with relief once it was over. It had been even more difficult this time as you were handling it on your own without your usual co-host.
"Wow that was the hardest interview I've ever done! And we've had all of Seventeen sunbaenim here," you rested your hands on your hips as you looked up sternly at your brothers from backstage.
"Just because our little Y/Nnie was nervous," Seungmin ruffled your hair, making you groan as you pushed him away.
"Hey, hey, she's still new to all this," Felix helped you flatten out your hair.
"I'm doing good though, right?" you looked up hopefully, not joking around this time and wanting their approval.
"Are you kidding me? Of course you are!" Han burst out.
"Your songs are so addictive as well, you're really going on a good path here," Changbin nodded as well.
"We're all proud of you," Jeongin nodded patting you on the shoulders.
"You're doing so great," Lee Know nodded too.
And that was exactly what you needed. Even though it was an awkward funny interview, having their reassurance meant the world to you.
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#skz#skz x reader#stray kids x reader#stray kids#skz fluff#skz angst#straykids imagines#stray kids fluff#stray kids imagines#skz fic#skz sister#stray kids sister
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In the Mood
Request: Can you make DOM Dean X Sub Reader fanfic and we do it to In the mood by Rush.
Pairing: dom!Dean Winchester x sub!Reader (fem!Reader)
Note: 18+ Only
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"I can't believe it took all three of us an entire week to figure out a simple salt and burn". [Y/N] shook her head as she pulled some clothes out of her hunting bag, which was currently resting on the bed she shared with Dean in the bunker. She'd just arrived home after a very frustrating hunt with Sam and Dean, where they just couldn't figure out what was tying a ghost to earth. They'd found his body, but that didn't help. Unfortunately, he'd been a hoarder, and they couldn't find any clues to signal which item in his stuffed apartment could possibly be the one they needed to burn. No one in town seemed to know anything about him, other than he had died and was terrorising the entire apartment building. It took them a week to finally find it, and none of them were happy with how it had gone. "I mean, we had to keep all of those people out of the apartment building for a week because I couldn't find one stupid little pin". She opened a drawer in their closet and stuffed some of the clothes inside before shoving the drawer closed again.
"Hey, it's not on you, Sam and I couldn't figure it out either". Dean was sitting on the bed, watching as she paced between the bag and the closet, putting their clothes away and making a pile for what needed to go into the laundry. "Why don't you leave that until tomorrow? Come on, sit". He patted the space beside him but she ignored him, and continued to rant about the hunt for several more minutes, pacing back and forth until Dean reached out to grab her wrist and stop her. "Baby, stop".
At the sound of that nickname, she did stop. 'Baby' was a name that Dean only used for his car, and, under very particular circumstances, [Y/N]. Whenever he used that name, it meant he was in charge. It meant she was going to do what he said, take what he would give, follow his orders. It meant that he was going to take care of her. As soon as the name left his lips, it also meant a feeling of warmth flooded her, butterflies fluttered inside her, and her frustration morphed into excitement. He pulled her over so she was standing between his legs, before he winked at her and leaned over to turn on the record player that he kept beside his side of the bed. He softly started to sing along as the music started to play.
'Hey, now, baby
Well, I like your smile'
He hooked his finger under her jaw and pulled her face up to see the small smile she now showed for him, causing him to smile back at her. He began to pull her onto his lap as he continued to sing in a low voice.
'Won't you come and talk to me
For a little while?
Well, you're making me crazy
The way you roll them eyes
Won't you come and sit with me?
I'll tell you all my lies'
He grabbed her thighs and positioned her so her legs were wrapped around his waist. His hands slipped under her flannel to grip her waist, and she placed her hands on his shoulders. He slowly began to push his hands higher up her sides, the cool air of the bunker forming goosebumps on her newly exposed skin. He kept eye contact with her as he took his hands back and began to unbutton her flannel and push it off her shoulders.
'Hey, baby, it's a quarter to eight
I feel I'm in the mood
Hey, baby, the hour is late
I feel I've got to move'
He made quick work of undoing the clasp on her bra and pulling it away from her. He pinched her left nipple unexpectedly, pulling a gasp from her and she ground her hips against his. He grabbed her hips to stop her and gave her a warning look, and then kissed her neck gently. He reached up to her ear to whisper to her. "You don't do anything without me telling you to Baby, you stay still".
"Dean". She moaned as he returned his attention to her breasts, now licking and nipping at her right one while massaging the left one. She threw her head back and moaned quietly as he worked on her. "Dean please, more. I need more".
'Well, hey, now, baby
Don't you talk so fast
I'm just trying to make this good time
I'm trying to make it last'
As he continued to sing and ignore her begging, she couldn't help herself as she started to unbutton his flannel. His hands quickly caught hers as he gave her a stern look and she whimpered, giving him her best doe eyes. He shook his head disapprovingly at her as he gripped her wrists together with one hand. "What did I tell you Baby? You don't do anything without my say so. You don't get to touch me unless I tell you to. You know the rules. Are you looking for a punishment?" She shook her head quickly. "Use your voice Baby, do you want me to punish you?"
"No". She shivered as Dean's free hand dipped into the waistband of her jeans. He paused his hand and raised an eyebrow at her, and she quickly corrected herself. "No, Sir".
"That's better. Let's get you laid down". He took his hand back and flipped her onto her back on the bed, raising her wrists up above her head. "My clothes stay on".
'Everything's getting hazy
Now, honey, where'd you go?
I just want to find out, baby
Where'd you learn what you know?'
He attached his lips to her neck as his free hand unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She felt him smile into her neck as she moaned and wriggled beneath him. "Leave your arms up". He mumbled into her neck as he let go of her wrists, and she did. His hand trailed down from her wrist all along her arm and down her side. "Good girl". He whispered into her ear as she left her arms up, not touching him and just letting him touch her.
'Hey, baby, it's a quarter to eight
I feel I'm in the mood
Hey, baby, the hour is late
I feel I've got to move'
Dean slowly pulled her jeans down and off her ankles, leaving her in just her panties. He knelt back on his knees for a moment, watching her as she lay there for him, admiring her. She blushed under his gaze and he smirked to himself before he reached between her legs, slowly running his thumb over the outside of her panties. "Already so wet, so ready, all for me".
"All for you". She agreed, pushing her hips up, hoping to encourage him.
"So needy too, God you know I love it when you're like this". He applied a bit of pressure over her clit, the cloth of her panties still acting like a barrier.
"Please Dean, stop teasing".
He pulled his hand back and sighed at her. "You were going so well Baby".
"No, I-I'm sorry". He continued to look down at her. "Sir. I'm sorry, Sir".
"No more talking Sweetheart, nothing except our safeword. Got it? If you can't control what comes out of your mouth, you don't talk at all".
"I'm sorry, Sir, I'll try".
"You need help? If you need help, that's okay". His dipped the fingers on his right hand into her panties and started to pull them down by the waistband. He watched her for her response, and when she nodded at him, he pushed two of his left hand fingers into her mouth. She licked at them and hummed in content as she helped him kick off her panties. Once they were gone, he returned his free hand to between her legs.
'Hey, baby, it's a quarter to eight
I feel I'm in the mood
Hey, baby, the hour is late
I feel I've got to move'
His thumb circled around her clit, dipping lower to collect some of her wetness before returning to her clit. He felt the vibrations of her moan against his fingers in her mouth. He slowly slipped his index finger inside of her, and both of them moaned at the sensation of her clenching around him. He slipped his middle finger in too, and began to curl them towards her stomach, hitting just the right spot.
'Well, hey, now, baby
I said I like your style
You really got me, baby
Way down deep inside
Ooh, you drive me crazy
Baby, you're the one'
She felt the pleasurable pressure build inside her, and she bucked her hips up towards him. He took his hand back from her mouth to push her hips back down as he began to focus more attention on her clit, and she moaned his name loudly as she came, he encouraged her to be as loud as she wanted this time. He helped her ride through it, and then pulled his fingers back to push her knees apart as she tried to close them when she became more sensitive. He kissed her knee and then the inside of her thigh.
'I just want to rock and roll you, woman
Until the night is done'
He kissed her stomach before looking up at her. "You ready Baby?" She quickly nodded and he knelt back do undo his jeans, pulling them down before crawling back over her and lining himself up. They both groaned as he pushed himself inside her. He gave her a moment to adjust, kissing her lips and cheek before he started to move. He littered her with praises about how well she was taking him, how pretty she sounded, how beautiful she looked underneath him. He soon started to thrust harder and faster, not giving her any time to react between each thrust.
'Hey, baby, it's a quarter to eight
I feel I'm in the mood
Hey, baby, the hour is late
I feel I've got to move
Yes, I do!'
She couldn't even think, all she could feel was Dean between her legs, and Dean kissing her neck. She was completely his to do with as he liked, and he liked to spend as much time on her as possible. The frustrations of the hunt were long forgotten as she felt the pleasure building again, and she smiled as Dean kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. This was going to be a long night.
The end
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Colby Brock - oh baby
Summary - you have you nieces for the night with your boyfriend and decided you'd like to make a big step in your life together.
Word count- 1660
Warnings -none I don't think .not proofread
You woke up extra early this morning so that you could make sure the spare room was ready for your older nieces and so you could set up the travel cot in your room ready for your youngest niece.
You was surprised when you heard the deep morning voice of you boyfriend "need a hand with that" he suggest finishing with a chuckle as he watches you struggle with the cot that would soon have your sleeping niece in .
*Later that day*
I cleaned away the mucky faces on my nieces (Sophie 4 , Rosie 2 and Maisie 7months) .With a wet rag slowly wiping off what's left over from a chocolate pudding . "Do you two want to go and play in the living room?" I suggest to the oldest two girls .A quick reply from them both of a yes when they get up and walk towards the living room , I can already hear the mentions of ballerinas and a Princess tea party falling from their mouths .
I put their plates and spoons in the sink ready to be washed when I have a spare few minutes .I put all my attention to the babbling, chocolate covered face baby."do you want some more peach?" I ask her as if she can respond back to me .I finish the last spoonful of chocolate pudding as I move the spoon towards masie's mouth.
I look up as I heard the sudden sound of the tap running , to see Colby wiping the small plastic plates and small plastic spoons ."how can two small people make so much mess" he laughs as he picks up the sponge now strained a dark brown due to the chocolate.
"How was your hike love?" I ask him now wiping the baby's face free from chocolate as I place her on my hip .He kisses my head and replies "nice and quiet baby .How has it been with the girls ?"."been great my love although if you go in the living room there is a high chance you'll end up at a princess tea party" i say as i make a bottle up for the giggling baby thats reaching out for Colby.
"Can I have a cuddle " he asks , I hand him the bottle in one hand and Maisie in the other ."she's due a bottle babe , she takes it better in the rocking chair in the living room" I inform him as he follows me through to the living room where the older girls are playing.
I'm bombarded by my nieces "auntie y/n will you play ballerina with us please?" I walk towards the girls as Colby settles down in the rocking chair with the cooing baby .
"Okay but for half an hour and then it's bath and bed for you two" I tell them " why is Maisie allowed to stay up and We're not " Sophie asks insisting it's not fair ."because she has a different bath to you two , then she'll have cuddles and then baby Maisie will be in bed too " I tell her.
I spend what feels like forever playing ballerina , prancing around the room with my nieces following my lead and the occasional turn , hop and skip .I look up to see colby taking the odd picture or us 3 trying our best to be most delicate ballerinas we could be .
I look up to hear Colby singing humpty Dumpty to Maisie as she watches him in awe .She looks so tiny in his hands , I can't help but wonder how he would be if him and I had children of our own .
"Right girls it's time for bath and bed now" im responded with a few sad okays as I place rosie on my hip ."Sophie can you get yours and Rosie's pjs please , I'll put them on the radiator while you bathe so they're Extra toastie" I ask my oldest niece she doesn't respond instead she runs up the stairs to the spare room where I can hear her rummaging through her bag in hunt of the pjs .
"Are you okay sitting down here babe or do you want to come up with the baby?" I ask Colby ."I think we'll stay here , masie's think my singing is great she told me so herself" he says with a laugh he gestures for me to give him a quick kiss ." Call me when they're going bed and I'll come to say night " he says as im walking up the stairs still with rosie on my hip."alright love" i quickly shout back.
I lay both sets of small PJ's on the radiator as I put both girls in the bath , they're surrounded by rubber ducks , Dolly's and endless amounts of bubble . They look like little angels sitting on a cloud .I take the shampoo ready to wash Sophie's soft brown curls ."auntie y/n?" She asks ,"yes peach" i reply she smiles at the nickname she's had since birth."are you and Colby every going to have babies?" "Erm I hope so one day , why , would you like to have some cousins?" I ask confused.
"Yeah I think it would be nice , we'd have more people to play with when we come here" she replies so innocently "how are babies made?" She asks after a second of silence before I can give her a answer in which I was going to go down the stork route.Im cut up by a laugh , i look to the door to see colby and Maisie in the door way ." Just ask your mummy she'll tell you how babies are made " I tell Sophie .
"Are you two ready for bed now gremlins" I say as I pick Rosie up from the bath rapped in a towel and go to do the same with Sophie ."Colby can you come on and the close the door babe please , Rosie's new favourite thing is to run out of doors when she sees stairs"i inform him as he walks further in and closes the door still with maisie on his hip.
I get the girls dressed , moisturised and hair brushed into little plaits ."okay teeth time" I say cheerfully handing Sophie her brush already with toothpaste on .I do the same with Rosie's toothbrush as she sits on my lap .
"Bed time" i sing as Colby opens the door for the girls to walk to the spare bedroom , I give Rosie a kiss on the head as Colby gives Sophie a kiss on the head l.We then cross each other as I walk towards Sophie's bed to give her a kiss and for Colby to do the same for Rosie ."night girls , sleep well love you i say as i turn on the night light and close the door.
Colby hands Maisie to me as we head downstairs ready for some quality time with the little one .when i reach the living room i see that colby has already cleaned away the older girls toys and placed a mat and baby toys ready for Maisie.
I lay her down surrounded by her toys as I lie beside her on my stomach."do you want a drink love?" Colby asks me kissing my cheek ."please " I say looking into his blue eyes he walks off and returns holding some tea for me and coffee for him .He places the mugs up high as he lays down on the other side of Maisie with one of our fingers each in her hands.we spend the next half hour babbling and playing with the sweet baby until I notice her yawns are more frequent." I think someone is ready for her bath and bed now" Colby whispered nodding his head towards the baby ," I'll go start putting her in the bath , are you okay to put her stuff away please" I say to Colby in which he responds with already clearing some toys away .
I make my way upstairs to the bath already filling her baby bath up with baby soap and warm water .I wash her little body with a soft pink rag and wash what little bit of black hair she has .As I pull her out of the bath wrapped in a little pink towel I hear Colby walking up the stairs to see him with a freshly made bottle in one hand and a pink baby grow in the other .
I lather the moisturiser on Maisie's soft skin and put a nappy and baby grown on her . I brush her tiny tuff of hair and pick her up walking behind Colby towards the bedroom where her cot is next to my side of the bed .I lay her in her cott , kissing her head as colby hands me the bottle full of milk and I place it in Maisie's mouth .She instantly starts sucking .We both look at her in awe and she starts to fall asleep ."Colby" "y/n" we both say each others name at the same time ." Can we try for a baby " I whisper to Colby he says no response but kisses my lips ,"get down stairs " he says seductively "why " I respond knowing the answer already."well we don't want to wake the kids do we " he says with a smirk leading me out of the room .
Don't know how I feel about this one guys but I hope you like it , please comment follow and like .
Xoxo hj
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— CLOSER THAN THIS
SUMMARY : part IV of gimme half. something quick. something hot. in between busy tasks. when everyone else has not arrived.
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : none
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), fluff, p in v, clothed sex, against the wall
WORD COUNT : 2.2k
A/N : jimin song title. this fills the quickie square of my @jacklesversebingo card. I don’t even know what I’m doing 😋 but these can be read as standalone fics 😌 XXX
Dean made cute faces all the time.
It was hard to resist smiling when she was around him. His jokes made her laugh, his faces made her laugh, even his laugh made her laugh, and the way he playfully sang along to the music from his playlist, the faces he pulled in concentration or as he tasted what he cooked made her smile.
He was the embodiment for endearment. Those adorable dimples of his only made him more charming. She swooned an embarrassing amount of times in all those moments.
She was delighted when he called her some time after noon and asked her to come over if she wasn’t busy to help him out with dinner. He spent most of the afternoon cooking and baking for his friends. It was one of the best times she’d spent with him, getting to know him like this, seeing in person as he serves others rather than peeking through the windows of her house to get to know him.
It sounds creepier than it actually was, at least she thought so. She was a nosy neighbour. Oh, God, that’s horrible. To be fair, she was only nosy when it came to Dean—they were enemies. Were.
That phase was over.
Sometimes she woke up in his bed, other times he woke up in hers. And then they’d make each other breakfast. And now they went on dates. And now they babysat his nephew when Sam and Eileen went out on dates—that brought up a lot of thoughts she didn’t have before. Kids.
Seeing Dean like that with his nephew… Using a cute voice and singing him to sleep, messy feeding and messier baths, bedtime stories and playing pretend, soothing him when he cried and teaching him new things.
She wondered if Dean felt the same, if the thoughts of fatherhood haunted him the way they haunted her when he fell asleep in her bed. Or when she woke up with the sun, to Dean’s sleeping face. Or when they were alone at home, cooking, watching movies, sharing stories, drinking… when they went on rides with no destination in mind, on picnics, or even just grocery shopping. Sometimes he’d keep her company as she worked on hobbies and she’d do the same for him, watching him fix anything broken, or tune up his car.
She was too afraid to bring up that conversation. They were retired hunters. It’s part of why she refused to admit that she did want children. It’s like the choice was robbed from her and it hurt for so long, but it got easier to accept when she focused on hunting or her job as a professor.
Besides, she had her cat. Close enough.
When she went over to his place, she focused on helping Dean with chopping up whatever vegetables he needed to use, she washed them for him before using them, she brought the spices and herbs he needed, or the condiments that could be used, and cleaned up the dirty dishes after he was done using them.
Now that they were finished, they sat at the table waiting for everything to finish simmering while talking about things to do after. Watching a movie was the obvious answer, which one to watch was the harder part.
She believed it was Jody, Donna, Claire, Kaia, Alex, and Patience that were coming over. She met them at Sam’s wedding, barely. The only one who could truly answer that question was Dean, but now he was pouty because he wasn’t sure what they’d want to watch, but maybe he could ask them when they came.
He picked up some of the excess shredded carrots for the carrot cake he made for those who didn’t want pie, and dropped them into his mouth. He chewed, the carrots barely touched his taste buds, and he grimaced, but swallowed it anyway.
“Tastes better in the cake,” he grunted, getting up for a beer. She giggled and shook her head at him. “Want one?” He asked from the fridge, getting his open, but she shook her head, so he sat back down with her.
“So… you’re just good at everything?” She asked, scooting closer when he put his hand on her thigh and squeezed. He chuckled, his cheeks reddening. He ahh-ed after taking a sip of the cool beer and thought for a while.
“I’m not good at… designing clothes?” He offered bashfully, pushing the beer far away from him. She stared at it subtly then glanced up at him curiously.
“No, not like that,” she smiled softly, “you fixed my electrical outlet…” she reminded him, leaning forward to tap his plump lip. His mouth dropped open slightly and he exhaled, rolling his eyes shyly. She dropped her hand onto the table and thoughtlessly traced patterns on the surface, watching him get embarrassed.
“It was… nothing,” he sniffled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He leaned back in the chair and took the bottle of beer from the table again, playing with it to avoid her gaze.
“You’re very… John Wick,” she sighed, stretching her arms upward. He hummed softly, leaning back forward with his arms on the table, staring at her with interest. “It’s hot,” she whispered quietly, her eyes holding affection and longing.
“Yeah?” He murmured, staring at her like she was all that was there. It made her turn pink self-consciously, but she continued to gaze into his eyes. She saw his hand move and then it was over hers, warm and comforting.
“Mmm, yes,” she replied quietly.
Being around Dean was like being surrounded by a gas leak, and one kiss, one touch, one right word, acted like the spark that ignited everything. The fire robbed her of breath and stripped her skin away so she was bare and vulnerable to him.
Dean leaned forward, practically lunging to meet her lips, but the timer he set earlier went off loudly at the centre of the table, and made them jump away. They both laughed awkwardly, she extended her hand to turn it off while Dean turned the stove off.
“Wanna taste?” He asked, hummed softly as he took a tiny sip from the metal mixing spoon, and waited for her when she nodded. She stood before him, waiting and watching him blow air against the hot lentil soup in the spoon to cool it down.
She bit her lip and smiled, then he cupped his hand two inches beneath the spoon so it wouldn’t drip onto the floor. She opened her mouth and took the delicious, warm soup into her mouth, savouring it with a pleased hum, her eyes full of surprise and satisfaction. Dean pulled back a little too early, causing some soup to dribble down from the corner of her lip due to the awkward position they were in.
“Oh, my god,” she moaned, too distracted by the flavour. She only looked at Dean while he set the spoon down on the counter, indifferent about the puddle it created beneath. He grabbed her chin and dipped down to kiss the small trail of soup away, his warm tongue gently swiping up and down. Her breath hitched and her face burned hotter with embarrassment.
The embarrassment didn’t last and was replaced by a flush of arousal across every inch of her skin. Dean seared her lips with a hard, demanding kiss that made her breathless and numbed her mind of any thoughts.
He gently manoeuvred her across the kitchen, breaking apart from the kiss to breathe before returning to each other’s lips. She made quick work of the white apron around his waist, gasping at the unexpected bump of her back against the wall.
Dean took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth and trailed his hands slowly down her sides, his palms pressing against her curves firmly. He only removed his hands from the short baby-blue dress when she shoved the thick green flannel off his shoulders, watching him throw it over onto the nearest counter in the kitchen.
Dean grabbed her hips to guide her into the hallway, digging his fingers into the tight dress to create dips into her flesh. She smoothed her hands down his chest and hooked her fingers over his leather belt, tugging him to her so she was pressed into the wall once more.
Dean was short of breath, his cheeks and ears becoming scarlet red when she started to undo his belt, staring into his eyes daringly. He slid his hands down her thighs, and sneaked them up under the mini-dress. The soft cotton rode up with his hands, his fingers hooking against the sides of satin, beige panties, swiftly pulling down so they dropped down around her ankles.
“Fuck, it’s like your horny all the time,” she whispered with a breathy laugh, wasting no time in tugging his jeans and boxers down. Her hand instantly circled around the base of his erect cock to squeeze tantalisingly.
“It’s not me being horny all the time, it’s that you’re always so fucking sexy, I can’t resist,” Dean quipped, dropping down to kiss her pushed up breast over the square neck of her dress.
Dean bent his knees, and stretched his hands down to press his fingers against the back of her thighs, urging her silently to jump so he could lift her up. When she did, she freed his dick, and placed her arms over his shoulders, and her legs around his waist, kissing him once more. Dean ground his hips against her, his hard cock rubbing against her leaking pussy.
“Please,” she whined, squirming when his cock brushed over her clit repeatedly. “They’re gonna be here in less than thirty minutes, Dean,” she reminded him. He chuckled huskily, but unhurriedly guided his cock to her needy, wet cunt, and pushed in at a tormenting pace.
He could feel her gushing around him, hot and wet. Dean moaned, reaching behind her arched back for the zipper of her dress, lowering it down halfway. He bounced her on his cock once with a smirk on his face, and lowered the straps of her dress off her shoulders, slid his fingers across the neck of it to tug downwards until her breasts spilled out from the tight material.
Dean instantly began to fuck her into the wall, his thrusts harsh and desperate, wasting no time in building up her orgasm. His fingers scraped up her thighs to tighten around her hips, blunt nails digging into her delicate skin.
Had the flowery drywall been cheap or damaged, she thought he’d break it down with the force of his thrust. He pounded into her, groaning out with pleasure into her ear before kissing and biting her throat, lovingly licking the red marks he left behind.
Her clit throbbed with each slap of his pelvic bone against her, her cunt felt hot and full stuffed with his cock, and her muscles were somehow tense and mushy all at once. Lust overcome her will, drawing loud noises of pleasure from her lip, mewls and whimpers of his name that made him fuck her faster and harder.
“Say my name, baby… I love when you say it,” Dean panted against her lips, feeling her pussy clenched tightly around his throbbing cock. With a whine she brought him closer with both her legs and arms, the knot in her belly becoming tighter and tighter.
She could barely speak as every rough thrust stole the oxygen from her lungs. She managed a gasp of his name, brought her hands down between their connected bodies to ghost her fingers beneath his shirt. Her hands slipped upwards and curled around to his back, her manicured nails digging into muscular shoulders, causing him to moan.
Every thrust drove Dean’s cock into the deepest depths of her vagina, brushing against sweet spots she forgot she had residing against the velvety, ridged walls of her pussy. She clenched around his pulsing cock, her nails scratching down the skin of his back, the knot becoming impossibly tight before she finally let go. Pleasure ran through her like electricity through a circuit, blinding her to the point of seeing an entire galaxy behind tightly shut eyes.
She screamed his name, the way he swore he’d make her scream the first night they were together. He slowed the thrust of his hips as he climaxed almost immediately after she reached hers, his cum spilling into her. Then he started up again, fucking her through her orgasm, until he softened inside her, his cum dripping around them.
“I think that’s the fastest I’ve made you cum,” he laughed, his voice gravelly. She laughed with him, grateful for the slowness in the way he pulled himself from her, and lowered her weak legs to the wooden floors.
“I need to pee,” she whispered, leaning against the wall with a smile while he fixed her dress, kissing and licking her nipples until they were tight before covering her back up, and zipping up the dress.
“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll get your underwear and meet you there,” he smiled softly and kissed her forehead lovingly before she left, pulling his jeans and boxers back up as he observed her very sexy behind.
She turned around with a knowing grin on her flushed face, sending a wink in his direction before she made a turn towards where the bathroom was.
“I’m fucking you slower tonight!” He shouted after her.
“Still rough, yeah!?” She called out teasingly, her voice echoing louder now that she was in the bathroom.
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Andrew Garfield talking about his girlfriend for 8 minutes video
Word Count: 1.2k
Category: Fluff
Warning: None
Summary: A fan makes a YouTube video of Andrew Garfield talking about you for 8 minutes straight.
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When the news of you and Andrew dating got out three years ago, fans and the media had a field day.
It wasn’t because you were anyone famous—quite the opposite. Being someone with a normal job, you and Andrew had basked in finally going outside as a couple, and it was how adorable the pictures looked that had everyone freaking out.
One picture was of you laughing, Andrew’s arms around you from behind as he wrapped his coat around you as he wore it, a grin on his face.
Another picture was of you looking at him, eyes set on one another with his hands tangled in your hair, while the other was of him kissing you and despite the photo not being one in high quality, everyone could still see the small smirk he had as you kissed.
It was no surprise when fans posted edits of you together, and although the content they got was minimal, considering your lack of presence in interviews and public press, it was always a field day when you appeared beside him on a red carpet or when you both did as little as grab yourselves some coffee.
Andrew Garfield talking about his girlfriend y/n for 8 minutes straight
The 8-minute and 29-second video started with lofi music over an advertisement for marvel hoodies that everyone seemed to promote, before a sound of glitching television sounded and the video started.
The video started with Andrew and Zendaya’s Actor on Actor interview when they first started talking about Zendaya’s performance on Euphoria.
“Makes me want to cry. I didn’t feel like there was any acting. It felt like you were living through something in such an authentic way,” Andrew said, “And I remember I watched episode 5 with Y/N—with my girlfriend, and she was just like, ‘Andy, can you check up on Zendaya?’”
Zendaya smiled, being her usual self who got flustered at any compliment or praise, “She did text me that night, I remember.”
“She did,” he nodded, “She was so heartbroken over the episode.”
The video then moved to show Andrew during his Wired Autocomplete interview, the foam board in his hand as he took off the sticker that hid the question.
“Does Andrew Garfield sing in Tick, Tick…Boom?” He read, “So, Andrew Garfield does sing in Tick, Tick…Boom, yes. Thank you,” he answered, “I worked very, very closely with an amazing vocal coach, Liz Caplan, and all of Lin Manuel Miranda’s amazing musical direction team. They enabled me to open my voice up to the point where I could honor Jon’s songs and feel confident enough to belt them out as he always did when he was doing his one-man show,” he nodded slight, “It was a privilege to be able to learn a skill that I’ve always wanted to attain but my girlfriend wouldn’t really agree,” he chuckled, looking at the camera, “Y/N’s had enough of my singing, because every time I’d learn something new, it’d be the only thing I’d be doing around our home and she’s incredible, she has a job that she needs to focus on and rest from, but I was always there singing and annoying her,” he laughed, “She’s a gem for putting up with me.”
Another clip then played as Andrew read Buzzfeed’s thirst tweets, headphones on his ears.
“Andrew Garfield if you see this on your secret Twitter account, I’m free this weekend if you want to get lunch or drinks or something, just let me know. If you want to do it earlier, I can do dinner during the week,” he chuckled as he read the tweet, “But I’m usually busy before six,” he finished with a laugh, leaning back in his seat, “I love that. That’s very, very—I like hyper-vigilance. I like specificity of plans,” he said, “But I’m going to have to give you a rain check on that because I’m actually busy on the weekend, unless you want to join in on my girlfriend and I’s date, then it’s fine by me,” he laughed, “I can do lunch during the week though, but we’re going to have to have that at Y/N’s office because that’s where you’ll usually find me having my lunch.”
The clip then moved to Andrew on the Ellen show, getting asked about Spider-Man: No Way Home, and having to lie to people.
“Who knew? Beside your agent, who knew that you were doing this? I mean, how hard is that? To keep it to—I mean, your family knew?” Ellen asked him.
“Yeah, my dad, my brother, and my mother at the time,” he answered with a smile, “Yeah, just kind of us. It was fun to keep it secret,” he grinned, “Because you know when you’re planning a surprise birthday party for someone, and then you’re like, tell me, you know I hate surprises, but I can see it on your face that you’re just like ‘I’m not gonna tell you’,” he shook his head with his wide grin, “So it felt like I was part of organizing a surprise birthday party for a bunch of people whom I knew would appreciate it.”
“Did your girlfriend know?”
Beaming even more, “Y/N had no idea,” he said, laughing, “And—lying to the media, to the fans, that was easy and fun, but lying to my girlfriend has got to be—it was one of the most agonizing and terrible things I have ever done.”
“You lied to her for what? Two years?”
“Technically, it was a year and a few months,” Andrew pointed.
“And how—how did she take that? I’d be pretty offended.”
He laughed, shaking his head, “She wasn’t, she wasn’t. I knew she’d appreciate it because she knows how I feel about my experience with the character, and it was—I’ll tell you something,” he sat up, smiling, “It was worth every single moment where I had to tell her I was shooting for another movie when I saw her reaction when we went to watch it together,” he said, “We had to watch it again because she couldn’t really focus after I was on screen,” he laughed, “But yeah, it—it was definitely hard having to lie to her, and it definitely made her tease me about trust for a while, but she supported me throughout without even knowing.”
The clip then moved to the last one, being from a recent interview with GQ of 10 things Andrew can’t live without.
In a t-shirt and sporting a full beard, he held a silver necklace with a compass on it.
“This is a necklace with a compass on it,” he said, holding the necklace in his hands before the camera zoomed on it before it showed him again, “My girlfriend Y/N gave this to me in a period where I needed to trust the direction I was going, even if I didn’t know where I was going,” he chuckled, looking at it, “It’s become such a symbol of our relationship because in a way, to me, it feels like it navigates us both back to where we have always met, toward our common interests and our differences that initially made us attracted to each other. But she’s always been very persistent on her support for me and my journey in my career, and my journey as a person, so this necklace is just a reminder from her that the direction I’m headed in is always one I can find value in,” he smiled, “My relationship with Y/N is very essential to me. She’s just—She’s truly my person, and this necklace is a symbol of the deep connection we have with each other.”
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My Laker Star (Yunjin Story)
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So this is basically a continuation of the first story of My laker star but this is now Yunjin's story. If you havent read it, you should as it gives a little background of this story. Someone requested me this and the plot and I tweak a few of it. Hope you Guys enjoy.
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You were at home when you kept examining the handwriting on the back of the album that the girls had signed earlier. None of them appear to line up on the handwriting, which adds to the confusion. Could there have been a signature among the girls that you missed?
"Who wrote this one? All their penmanship shows who they are but this one is so different…"
You groaned and lay on your bed, looking at the ceiling, hoping for any insight into who this person is. But then it hit you like a baseball, and you grabbed your phone and contacted someone who could assist you. You'd think it would take a few seconds for the individual to respond, but she replied after the first ring.
"Hey Jennifer, Can I meet you tomorrow?
"KFJSHDJSJS!! Sure… What time?
"Umm.. Does 10am sound good? We can meet infront of the staples arena.
"Sure sure. I'll be there. Wear your best outfit okay? Hehehe~
You were perplexed by her statements, but this was Yunjin we were talking about. She had been rather unpredictable with her acts when you first met her. You couldn't help but agree with her remark. Yunjin has become more attractive despite the years of not seeing her. That's not to say she wasn't lovely before; in fact, she was well-known in high school for being nice and attractive. It's surprising how you ended up friends with someone as lovely as her.
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It was another typical high school day, and the sun was shining brightly with no clouds in the sky. The sky was blue, and it was one of those days when you simply wanted to sleep, but you couldn't since you had a sharp-eyed instructor in front of you. That is, until a thought occurred to you. The teacher saw your question as you raised your arm.
"Miss I need to go to the bathroom. Nature is calling"
"And why should I allow you?"
"Guess I'll just take a shit here then"
As the teacher groaned and begged you to hurry up, the class chuckled at your reply. You exited the classroom with a smile on your face and began roaming the corridors. You're pleased the hall monitors are all in class because you could have been sent to the student behavioral office and punished by cleaning the school garden, which would have been the worst penalty possible. The gardeners were not cleaning up the weeds that were all over the property. It didn't even appear like a garden; it was more like a tiny forest.
In the schoolyard, an angelic voice stopped your walk. It was strange for someone to be singing like that in this period, but what perplexed you the most was why the choir would rehearse outside with the sun shining brightly. You went outside because you were curious and spotted a female singing alone on a bench.
It was quite surprising that someone like her could get those voices all by herself. Your eyes narrowed as you realized the female wasn't simply any other chick. Everyone was talking about the legendary Yunjin Huh. Many males wanted to get to know her better, but her welcoming demeanor worked as a barrier, making the guys feel rejected even if they didn't confess.
As she finished her song, you couldn't help but clap grabbing her attention as she didn't expect that soemone would have heard her.
"Wow, that's amazing Yunjin"
"Oh.. I didn't know I wasn't alone.. Hehe.. What's your name?"
"Y/N McDaniels. So your the famous Yunjin huh."
You slowly walked towards her as Yunjin giggled and shook her head in denial.
"I'm not famous Y/N."
"Well if you say so."
"Well aren't you suppose to be in class?"
"With a weather like this? I would rather stay here anf enjoy the winds passing by."
Yunjin giggled as she found you entertaining right away. She's seen how boys at school attempt to appear cool in front of her, but with just a few words, she can tell you don't care about impressing her since your lips just says what's on your mind.
"That is true. Honestly, I would have just stayed somewhere and sleep."
You Chuckeled and thought that her idea wasn't bad at all. Perhaps you can find a place to take a nap or just a place to sleep the day from.
"That doesn't sound like a bad idea actually. Any ideas?"
"Oh, well there's the rooftops. There's behind the water and wall where you can sleep. My friends told me about it."
"Looks like a place I need to visit soon. Anyway, your singing earlier, isn't that opera style?"
Yunjin happily nodded her head as a smile appeared on her face. Not many people her age know how Opera is. Sure they know that its a mix of music and acting but it's also a story and a way of showing the emotions in the story.
"You know Opera?"
"I have been through a few shows before with my friends. Are you in an opera club or something?"
"Yes! Actually hold on Y/n. Just stay there."
Yunjin dashed back to the school building while you stood there waiting for her. It was wonderful how Yunjin treated you like a friend and not a stranger since most people would have shut you down if you tried to chat. But Yunjin was unique. She returned not long after with a ticket in hand.
"We actual have a show this Friday at the school gym. I hope you can be there to watch"
She smiled pleasantly, and you could see the passion and love she had for performing on stages in her grin. You weren't someone who like performing on stage, so having the confidence to express your gift was something you admired in her. But you smiled and took the ticket.
"Sure, I'll be there. You better not dissapoint me Yunjin. I'm a little critical to critiques."
Yunjin laughed at your remark as she playfully rolled her eyes at you.
"Oh please, Just call me Jennifer. And it's like you know what the TRUE OPERA is."
"I know."
"Then what is it?"
"…That's a secret that will be answered soon."
You and Yunjin both chuckled as you got to know each other better. She was a basketball lover, which was your topic of conversation, and you completely lost track of time attempting to communicate with her as both of you were comfortable talking to each other as if you had been friends for a long time.
And you could see how she shone on stage with her acting and powerful vocals during her performance. You could see her potential on a larger scale since, as time passed, you and Yunjin literally became best friends because her friends mixed nicely with your personality. You both enjoyed making each other laugh and were each other's strongest supporters. So you were overjoyed when she informed you she was heading to Korea to pursue her ambition.
"Jen I'm proud of you. I know you'll do well there in Korea. Show them the American power RAAAAHHH!!"
Yunjin laughed at your silly antic but deep down, she was quite nervous. She was Korean but she wasn't sure if the people there would immediately accept her since she's been living in America for so long. Of course she hasn't forgotten her tone when it comes to speaking her native tounge.
"Heh.. Yeah…"
"Hey Jen, don't worry. You'll do fine. In fact I have something for you so that you wouldn't feel nervous all the time."
You grab your Keychain and handed her your key to your room at your house. This confused Yunjin as she chuckled.
"Why your key?"
"Because in that key holds my room at my house we're we made memories together, having fun and supported each other. That key symbolizes our friendship and my support for you on whatever you will do in the future. So Yunjin, Goodluck! Hehe"
Yunjin sobbed and gave you a bear embrace as you gave her one final grin. Yunjin didn't often reveal her tender side to you, but when she did, it made her appear so frail that you wanted to shield her from the outside world. More than anything else, you didn't want her to fail in life, even if you didn't enjoy seeing her miserable. You thought that you would still be friends with her in the future and that you could be her pillar of support. even if you both have more time than ever.
"Heh.. Thanks Y/N.. I'll make sure I'll be an famous Idol. So.. You better be an NBA star when we meet again got it?"
You gave her a pat on the back and a smile came on your face. Yunjin has always enjoyed challenging you, even on small matters, but this time you are determined to fulfill your ambition even more.
"Heh ,when we meet again, let's have lunch together."
"Ohhh kinda like a date? I'm in!"
"Maybe? But it's still a long time from now. So don't get your hopes up"
"Oh I will. So you better keep your end of the bargain."
Both of you laughed wholeheartedly as you enjoyed Yunjin being in your embrace. It was gonna take a long time again to even see her or even communicate with her so this moment will forever leave a mark in your life because this moment, could be the last time you'll ever see each other again.
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But Destiny spoke a sike. and forced you two to reunite. And you two kept your words to yourself. Because you were a star player for the Los Angeles Lakers and Yunjin was now a famous idol with her group Lesserafim. Meeting her again seemed like a dream come true, and her beauty has only become more stunning.
Standing infront of the staples arena, you were waiting for Yunjin as the sun was slowly reaching its peak. You were quite earlier than the proposed time because you have this unexplained feeling where you wanted to see her and just spend time with her. That thought alone made you smile like an idiot.
"This guy is smiling by himself. So weird.."
You chuckled as a shadow of an umbrella blocked the sunlight as Yunjin was smiling at you. Her bright smile didn't change all this years as you stood up but your eyes immediately caught something familiar.
"You… You still have my key? After all this years?"
You were amazed when Yunjin had your key made into an necklace as Yunjin blushed a little before smiling at you and hugging you with her arms wrapped around your neck.
"Hehehe, It's because it's very important to me~ well.. That means your very important to me hehe"
Your heart began to rush faster after hearing those words, and your cheeks turned redder than normal. Although Yunjin wasn't supposed to drive you crazy, your heart is currently in her grasp.
"T-Thanks… I… I miss you too Jen"
"Come on call me Yunjin. What? Your shy now? Hehe~"
As Yunjin prodded your nose, smiling and scrunching it, she withdrew. You had never seen this side of Yunjin before, and it was changing the way you perceived her. You took the umbrella from Yunjin, and she grasped your hand.
"Say Y/N, how's your parents doing?"
"Oh, there actually in the city right now."
"Oh really?! Then let's have dinner with them."
"You know… That isn't a bad Idea. Let's do it!"
"Yehey! Hehe~"
As you chuckled at Yunjin's goofy yet endearing actions, she clung to your side. As you two strolled through the streets of Los Angeles holding hands, you lifted the umbrella to shield her from the sun. When you were holding her hand and being this close to her, you started to ponder if the Yunjin you had before was simply a friend and the Yunjin you had now was a lady you could love. To be honest, you weren't accustomed to being this tactile with her before and nothing really meant anything before.
Love…
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You shook your head at that thought as you couldn't believe your head process such an crazy thought. You in love with your friend?! You must be crazy.
"What am I thinking?! She's your friend. That's crossing the line"
Yunjin smiled slightly as she noticed the sorrow on your face. So far, her strategy of getting you to fall in love with her was working nicely. She is aware that time has gone between you two, and her heart has at last come to the realization that you are the man she desires. They said she was a late bloomer, but following the game, she broke down and acknowledged her love for you, and her heart is calling out for you.
She giggled and getting your attention from her as her eyes glittered with admiration and love.
"What's wrong Y/N? You looked in distress. You wanna take a shit or something?"
She laughed at her own remark and just like that, your thoughts was erased by Yunjin being happy again. Her smile was very precious to you and you were willing to sacrifice the world just to protect that smile of hers.
"Nu-Uh. Silly. Anyway, my parents made a reservation for their dinner tonight. I can message them that I'll join them with you. I'm sure they would love to see you again"
"Heh, I kinda miss your parents too. Especially you…"
"What was that?"
"I said I'm hungry. Buy me food Daniels."
As you purchased her a new York burger, you smiled at her moniker. You two took a seat on a wooden bench and started gorging on the burger like two ravenous racoons causing mayhem. It was evident from strolling around the city how stunning and wonderful Yunjin was. Even if it occasionally made you grimace, her grin and antics made you smile. You were forced to reconsider when she seemed to have an odd fascination towards you out of the blue.
Do you miss her because she's an old friend?
Or
Do you miss her because your falling for her?
Your gaze was fixed on her the whole day, and your hand remained in hers. While everything around you grew hazy, Yunjin glowed brightly. The city was still bustling even though the sun had long set. While strolling through the city center, you and Yunjin noticed a pianist who was playing a melodic tune.
"Wanna see me sing Y/N?"
"You'll sing?"
"Yeah. I'll show you my progress before finally becoming an Idol."
You couldn't help but feel proud at her as you let her hand go as she walked towards the performer. They spoke as he handed her the mic and soon a small crowd began to form surrounding her. Yunjin eyed you and smiled.
"This song is for my tall best friend right there. Hope you like this."
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As the audience cheered you on, you flushed. Everyone was mesmerized by Yunjin's voice as the pianist started to play, and you couldn't help but gaze at her in wonder. It seemed to be the song of the heart the way she was singing it. Every second that goes by, your heart is beating harder and louder, and her eyes are constantly glinting at you.
Your heart was calling out for her, letting you know that you were missing her, and maybe you realized as soon as you heard her voice. Her music told the tale of how you and Yunjin overcame adversity together to realize your own aspirations rather than just being a show. A startling glimpse of memories passed before your eyes, showing you that the sacrificed tears and disappointment were ultimately worthwhile. You got a peek into Yunjin's struggles while she pursued her goals.
You two persevered through difficult obstacles and ascended to the top, showcasing your skill to the world. Yunjin may now share her voice and its stories with the world.
But there was one thing you didn't want Yunjin to show.
And it was her smile.
You wanted Yunjin to smile only to you and nobody else. Your heart had given the brain the message that you...
Have fallen in love
As the song ended, an eruption of cheer engulf Yunjin as she smiled happily. She thanked the pianist and walked toward you happily. Your smile wasn't the smile you usually show, it was now full of admiration and love.
"So Did I do well?"
You could only nod your head at her as no words can describe how much she shined beautiful right now. Yunjin giggled as she blushed seeing how you stare at her. She could feel her heart racing so much and she could feel the atmosphere change now. She could feel that something amazing was bound to happen.
"Yunjin… Your amazing.."
"Heh.. C-Come on.. I-It's nothing special.."
Yunjin blushed and shyly looked away as you stare at her. Yunjin returned her gaze at you as both of you stare at each other's eyes seeing admiration and love in them. Your throat was getting more and more dryer as you don't know what to speak but you could feel the moment was now.
"Yunjin… I-"
"Wait Hold on. I wanted to show you something Y/N"
You were interested in what Yunjin was about to show you when she took something out of her pocket. Then, when she attached it to her necklace, a little gold heart materialized in her hand.
"Y/N, Do you know why I added a heart in my necklace?"
You gulped as her cheeks were turning red. You weren't a fool, you know why she placed that heart near the key you gifted her.
"Yeah…"
"Then I don't need to explain much. All you need to hear is that You unlocked my feelings for you. When I was down, I was holding on in this key knowing you were going through the same hardship as me. Even when we were far away, I knew you were still supporting me as I am too you. So.. Y/N… "
The ambiance has grown more strong as everyone vanished out of sight and the surrounding sounds abruptly subsided. You and Yunjin seemed to be the only people in the world. After taking a deep breath, Yunjin looked into your eyes and spoke the song that was on her heart.
"I.. Like you.. Not as my best friend or bestie but as I guy.…I wanna spend my life with."
"Yunjin…."
"I love you Y/N."
There it was, the final song of her heart was performed right infront of you as it was your turn to either applause her performance or be a critique towards her. You already know your answer as you spoke.
"Yunjin I-"
"Shhh..Y/N, I'm not the only girl you should think about."
Yunjin placed a finger on your mouth stopping you from saying the 3 words that you desperately wanted to say. But hearing her words made you confused on what she meant.
"What do you…"
Your phone vibrated indicating a notification as your eyes widen upon seeing the message. You looked at Yunjin who smiled and nodded her head.
"That's right Y/N. It's not just me who's in love with you…"
Your phone vibrated again and this time the messages says…
Zuhazana sent you a message
"Can we meet Y/N?"
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"You left me! Why didn't you come back to me!"
"Sakura let me explain"
Rui was at a loss for words as tears streamed down her cheeks. He is aware of how horrible what he did was and how deeply it wounded Sakura.
"No, no! I hate you!!"
3 words that crushed the heart of Rui as Sakura stormed away with tears rolling down her eyes. He could only sigh as he dug himself a hole he never will escape.
"What have I done…."
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frozen 2 elsa x fem!northuldra!reader
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"We are called Northuldra, we're the people of the sun." You heard Yelena say as you watched your people welcome the Queen and princess of Arendelle with opened arms after they found out that their mother was on of us.
You watched the whole interaction from afar, you didn't want to participate. You were still suspicious of them, the fact that their mother was one of us didn't change the fact that people from Arendelle once attacked you.
You rolled your eyes on this whole situation and went back to your teepee without noticing that the Queen of Arendelle saw you.
It was already dark when you were sitting next to your campfire near your teepee in the village. You had your baby reindeer's head placed on your thighs while you were stroking it's head.
You heard the kids laughing with the snowman that arrived with them and you had to admit that he was kinda funny. As you were stroking your baby reindeers head you heard someone clear their throat. You looked up and saw the Queen of Arendelle herself.
"May I?" She asked politely and point at the space that was next to you as if she wanted to sit down next to you.
You slowly nod your head and she sat down. That caught the ears of your baby reindeer who stood up and started sniffing her hand. She offered you a warm smile but your face remain stoic.
"Do you need something?" You asked her calmly as you were stroking your baby reindeers fur. She raised her eyebrow and giggled awkwardly before speaking again.
"I noticed that you were far from others when we came, why is that?"
Now that was your turn to raise an eyebrow. You simply shrugged your shoulders and continued stroking you baby reindeer. "It's simple, I don't trust you." You answered calmly to her question without looking at her.
That caught her a little of guard, because she thought that the Northuldra people are in peace with her, clearly you weren't. It made her confused and once again her curiosity got the best of her.
"Why don't you trust me?" She asked curiously as she tilted her head a bit to one side. You looked up at her with raised eyebrow, was she serious? It was obvious why.
"Your people betrayed us, attacked us, that's why." You said in a harsh tone yet still you remained calm. Elsa took a deep breath, she could have known that you're gonna say that. She still didn't knew the whole true but she understood you.
"Look, I apologize for any mistakes that people of Arendelle ever did, but I don't know the whole truth yet, like why is this voice calling me." Elsa said in a calm voice and gave you once again a warm smile at the end. You looked into her eyes for any signs of a lie but there was none. She was genuine.
You felt a bit sorry for her, you could see that she was desperate to find the truth she needed or the voice that was calling her. You also felt bad that you were judging her before knowing this.
"A voice?" You asked. You were also hearing some voice or sound but you thought it was the forest speaking or the wing singing, so you wasn't paying much attention to it.
"Yes, a voice! It's like singing or calling me, I-I think I'm going crazy." She laughed. Elsa was a bit nervous about telling you about the voice, it may sound really crazy to someone and she didn't wanna be judged or mocked.
"That's strange." You said as you looked up at the night sky. Sometimes you could find the answer in the stars but know it was pure chaos.
Elsa nodded slowly and looked down at her hand that was buried in your baby reindeers fur. "You are a strong and a smart woman, I know you will figure it out." You said calmly as you return your eyes back on her.
Elsa was shocked. This, this was all she needed. Words of appreciation. She loves Anna and she appreciates her help but Elsa needed to figure it out herself, not with Anna behind her all the time, putting herself in danger.
She needed to know that she can do this. She needed some credit and you gave it to her, which warmed her heart. She couldn't help but smile at you with a small blush covering her cheeks.
"Thank you, I needed this." She answered with the same wide smile and blush on her cheeks.
You return the smile and nod your head. She actually wasn't that bad and you now really hoped that she will find out the truth she seeks.
It was getting darker by each minute so you decided to go back to your teepee. As you and her stood up from the ground you said goodbye and good night to each other.
Few minutes after she turned and started walking to her borrowed teepee, you stopped her by stepping in front of her. Before Elsa could ask what you needed you kissed her cheek. Then you smile, wished her good night one more time and went to your teepee.
Elsa froze at the place for few more seconds before her face became red as a tomato. Her fingers touched the place on her cheek where you kissed her as her smile got wider.
She promised herself that after she finds out the truth, she will come back to you and take you on a proper date.
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