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qawcamiz · 1 year

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A Reward

VAL + MLIST ; Happy Valentine's! It doesn't intrude on anyone if you'll be spending the particular day this month brings in, alone, we can spend it together with these one-shots I've prepared just for you, hoping it would send passion to you.

NSFW : office sex, secretary x ceo, humiliation, dominance, cockwarming, teasing, fingering, exhibitionism, praise, teasing, pet names, riding, cursing, degradation, penetration, etc.

note : I was only gonna do one character but since I've been inactive, yall take this, Happy Valentine's! The poll's ending and so far, secretary y/n x ceo is in the lead, whatever won would be the result for the female version as well. 💗

[ male ver. ] — Al Haitham, Ayato, Dainsleif, Diluc, & Tartaglia

│ AL HAITHAM

doing something nasty with your boss was something you never thought would ever happen to you in your lifetime of work at a publishing company, especially in your life as a bitter individual, but here we are, with the most recent edition in progress. you felt your stomach flip whenever he would thrust up his cock inside you further, the warmth radiating off his body seeping into yours, and that one thing you had always been discreetly craving for came right back again.

it's funny how all those sexual thoughts about him that you have never really let yourself admit to anyone, in particular, come rushing to mind when you think about what it might be like to fuck him, to have sex with him, it’s almost enough to make you feel ashamed from your desires.

"S-Sir... Please..." you begged him, and though it was difficult for you not to plead with him since he liked edging and teasing you like this to get you into positions where you would just do what he said or say something he wanted you to, you pushed your best to the limit to withstand him.

"Can't even wait until I finish my work, huh? Like a naughty thing you are, entering my office without even knocking first." He whispered seductively, You bit your lip, hoping you didn't make things worse for yourself by refusing to look at him. "I'm sorry... I-It won't happen again... I... Was just in hurry to- to get the work done as fast as p-possible so you'd get off early, s-sir..." you explained, your voice quivering and barely audible, but you were doing everything you could to hide how flustered and embarrassed you were at that moment. You didn't want to seem weak before him, it would only make him more determined to have you as his cocksleeve,

He hummed in reply, and you heard the shuffling of papers behind you, "So what? You want me to award you or something for doing that? I never asked you to rush the work, but if you must insist on having your head held down, then I can't deny you this." he told you. You gulped and looked at him sheepishly, You weren't exactly sure what he meant, but you knew for a fact that you wouldn't refuse anything he asked, especially if it involved getting to kiss him or touch him, you just couldn't help yourself sometimes, you had fallen hard for him. "if you can wait for me to finish this, who knows? I might even consider rewarding you."

│ KAMISATO AYATO

The sound of skins clapping and your wails are the only voices that permeate the room. You’ve lost trail of time after all this. In a way, You wouldn't lie, it was kind of nice though, being so immersed in the sensation of someone else or rather your 'boss' who's doing you to such a great extent that it leaves you feeling like a mess.

The chimes that come out of your mouth were loud enough to drown out any thoughts and doubts that might come to the surface, even if you try not to think about them at all. You're not certain how long you've been laying there with your hands clutched together, but all you could think at the moment is how much satisfaction he had given your body from the inside.

"You've been working pretty hard, (y/n)," You felt an arm caress your waist, Ayato pressed his lips against your neck. "And for that, You deserve a reward." His lips move to smooch your skin as he speaks to you, sending shivers down your spine every time. It's almost like he knows precisely what you feel and how to please your body just right, leaving you unable to move on your pact.

the way his cock moved inside your tight walls while he fucked you into thoughtlessness and made you enjoy the moment better... It made your heart beat faster, He was so fine, the way he would move with his lips on your neck and his cock into you made everything more severe than it should have been.

"A-Ayato~" you couldn't help but whine loudly when he started moving slowly in and out of you from behind. The oscillations of his hips against your own caused warmness to pool between your legs, stretching out through your whole body and making you want more. He groaned and bit your earlobe. "Normally, I'd be furious for you calling me by my name informally just like that, but today I'm just too busy here to care," Ayato said in between heavy pants. Your mind went blank as you felt him hit that particular spot, causing you to arch up and let out another moan that sounded less like a word and more like a plea.

│ DAINSLEIF, & DILUC

you were always curious about his reputation, in fact, you never get how your workmates are drawn into him! He was all cold and mysterious, always working at his desk and barely interacting with his employees. But then again, there is no shortage of people who are frigid and bizarre, to begin with. You know this. everyone was envious of you for being taken the yield of as his 'assistant' but that's just how things are between the two of you. It's not like he behaves toward you differently or anything, it's just that you can see right through the facade he puts up when it comes to his emotions toward others.

so now it's all weird to say that you're giving your boss the best day ever, How did it happen? it was because you had an argument with him and now with his dick inside your mouth, it felt really good, especially when you heard some sounds coming from his pretty lips. He sounded like he was having trouble controlling himself and you thought he would stop you but he didn't. so that's when your brain finally clicked. you were both horny, and the only way to relieve that pain would be to do something to each other.

but no, you were being disciplined for speaking disrespectfully toward him, and now would you even call this punishment? giving him a head like this makes you feel incredible, especially when your hands roam around his body, touching what you could brush. you don’t know how to describe his body, he has a ton of muscles that move with every movement he makes. it’s all amazing to you. you wish this feeling will last permanently because right now you think you could fall asleep with this man's cock inside your mouth, your lips wrapped around his shaft.

you’ve been sighing softly and he seems to be getting a kick out of this too. maybe he finds it as arousing as you do, maybe he's aware of what you want, or maybe he doesn’t give a damn either. you don’t know but he seems to be getting more impatient, and soon his hand is on your hair, pulling slightly so you open up further to take a better hold of his cock. “oh... your mouth... Fuck” he mutters breathlessly before thrusting into your throat harder than before. you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second and you don’t think that’s fair because this isn’t even fucking you yet.

the noises he makes and how his dick slides into your mouth smoothly feel like heaven in the best way possible. he’s almost completely out of breath by now and looks like he might collapse any moment. you have him now, your fingers tightly wrapped around his shaft, pumping him with your mouth as hard as you can just to earn his forgiveness.

| TARTAGLIA

Your tight walls hugged his cock as if they were the very walls of your heart. Your hands held resting on his shoulder with your weight as you pressed your body onto him. You rode him hard until he cried out in euphoria. His face was buried in your neck, his hair was soft, and his scent was intoxicating.

He felt you squeezing his hips to keep his cock deep inside of you. He was aching for discharge, you could sense it. But the instant his hand wrapped around your waist, you gasped. His touch left an ice-cold trail across your back. The way his fingers traced circles on your skin made you shudder. He had that effect on you that no one else ever could. It was so powerful, so captivating. It wasn’t until that moment that you realized how much you liked this.

You like all of the noises he's making, the feeling of your thighs against each other, the roughness of your bare legs digging into his chest. You're sure that it makes him think of other things too when you're fucking him, but you don't mind at all. There's just something about having someone so passionate about sex, but so careful with everything else as well. "You're so tight..." he groaned, It's like you're in sync with each other, both of you moving in perfect tandem. You want to be as close to him as possible. So when he touches your shoulders or your ass, you let go and take his hand wherever you can reach. And that feels good. You love his big strong hands roaming over you. They are bigger than your own but softer. Like when he caresses you from behind, his touch lingers as it travels upwards.

"Not only were you good at seducing others," he says, "But you also knew what you were doing." His breath tickles your ear and you shiver. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your hole has you moaning softly. It seems like the only thing that sounds louder than your breathing, and that alone makes you crave more. Your body aches for more. Your eyes flutter closed, enjoying the feeling of having him inside you. You move your hips up again and again, pushing yourself against him as if trying to draw every bit of his cock into you. It drives both of you insane. All of it. Everything.

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punkpandapatrixk · 1 month

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💝Valentine & White Day Love Transmission ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

In Japan and Korea, Valentine's is when femmes give gifts to hommes; and exactly a month after that, on March 14th, the hommes return that Love with white (preferably) gifts that are expected to be at least three times the value/price of whatever gifts they’d received from the femmes😏

Traditionally it’s kinda like that. Hmmm… isn’t it obvious the celebration has never had quite any meaning in a country such as Japan and that the festivity is nothing more than a heavily-commercialised youth-tradition focused on the pursuit of shallow material desires?🤮

But…I guess it’s OK; because it’s cute anyway🥴

Within the context of this reading, the Valentine and White Day Love Transmission imparts the perfect synchrony of the Love shared by the Divines Feminine and Masculine. It is when affection is given and returned in Love and everything becomes beautiful and worth living for~💝

SONG: Space Orphans by Aoba Ichiko

MOVIE: Peter Pan (2003)

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Pile 1 – Don’t give up just yet; I’m on my way!

8 of Cups Rx, 4 of Pentacles Rx, Knight of Cups Rx

Darling, are you on the precipice of giving up on me?! Do NOT settle for someone—ANYONE—who’s NOT me! OMG, babe! I’m coming! Divine Timing is just being a bitch but I’m on my way to you!🦎Well, the thing is…we both have this annoying thing called a spiritual transformation… Until that’s happened—and nearly completely—we can’t be together just yet. But wait, I promise you it’s all worth it in the end🎁

I mean, why wouldn’t you wait for someone like me? I’m romantic; kind and sweet; I AM RICH; and I will always be there to protect you—I intend to always be your confidant and best friend🥰I will never betray you in any way. I’m your best friend who will skip right next to you on our way to beat up a bitch; figuratively, babe—I’m not really the type of person who gets violent LOL

What I do mean is, I want to give you a Life in which you cease to worry about small things. I want it to be that when you’re with me you no longer worry about a lack of means, a lack of warmth, or a lack of security. You’re somebody who deserves to be loved and to be very happy; and I want to give it all to you. And that’s why it’s important for me to become the best version of myself first😝

I’ve got to admit I’ve not always been the nicest, goodest person to have walked on Earth. I’m changing my ways, you know. I’m growing up; I’m developing; I’ve now been awakened and I’m still working on me, so that when I finally meet you, I will not disappoint you. Because I will never want to be a reason you stopped believing in the good of people😤I intend to be the complete opposite of that.

Fall in love with me, my dear. Fall in love with Life again when you meet me. Life is an adventure and finding me has got to be the greatest story ever told. I’ll tell you all of my crazyass stories when we meet. And I’m longing to hear you talk of your losses and triumphs. We’ll both gaze at the stars and wonder how they aligned to have us meet in this lifetime. I will be so grateful.

You know, generally speaking, I’m somewhat of an extrovert and I socialise well and I think quite positively about people. Maybe you will worry that I’m a playa of sort but right now, let me promise you this one thing: I’M NOT! I’m friendly, my love, but it doesn’t mean I wanna fuck somebody who’s not you. I dunno, I kinda have the handsome face of a smooth operator but on the inside, I’m really NOT!😩I’m really quite romantic and I believe in true love.

And honestly, at this point in my Life, I know you’re out there being all destined for me. You’re all I want. I’m on my way. So don’t you settle for any low-quality slob. Get ready, baby~ KNOCK KNOCK~🪄🚪

A LIFE WITH YOU, MY LOVE🔻❤️

Priestesses of Purity & Divination

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Pile 2 – Everybody finds Love in the end; you included~

Ace of Cups Rx, 7 of Cups Rx, 4 of Wands

My Dear, I know Life has not treated you too kindly and your heart’s been broken too many times. It’s been pretty much like that for me, too! I’ve lived a very lonesome existence, wondering where my people are. Wondering if I’ll ever find Love in this lifetime. I know now that those whose hearts are tender find it harder to truly connect with someone. We’re not BROKEN! No, we’re not! The ‘problem’ with us is that we crave soul-deep connections~ And damn, that’s rare, indeed🍀

You know what I’m doing right now? I’m single as a pringle. I’m not opening my heart to anybody. My colleagues all think I’m crazy, offbeat, and even difficult, just because I ain’t settling. Tch, I’m the only one noticing all of their subpar relationships, and some of them are not even the slightest bit happy with the partnership they’ve got. I don’t want that. For fuck’s sake I DON’T want that, ever! I’ve always had this strange, inexplicable feeling, that people are supposed to marry whom they love.

I want LOVE. I crave that shit so bad I dunno what I’m gonna do with myself🙈

One thing I know for sure though: if I’m not with you, you who are just like me, everything in the world is pointless. There is only calm in my world when I’m thinking of you. I don’t even know who you are; but I get optimistic every time I indulge in thoughts of finding you. I… fantasise a lot…?🌈Do you ever think about me? Does your heart bloom with a peculiar kind of softness when you touch upon my consciousness?💫

I am out here in this Star System. Dream of me. Want me more. And believe that we can manifest each other through resonance. We are so much closer than you fear us to be, my Dear. You have to believe in me. The Stars have begun to align and Earth’s temperature is nearing just right🍵Our time is here :D When dreams become Reality and all that’s ever been sad turn to glory, what would you do?

I know what you’re gonna do: you’re going to be married to me😝We’re going to start a new chapter of our lives together and be very happy and abundant. I’m gonna help you prove everybody who’s ever hurt you, gaslit you into believing that you’re hard to love very, very wrong😒All of that gas, when I light the match, is gonna burn their entire house down!🔥

OK, I’m a bit crazy, but anyway—

You do know that good people always find Love in the end, right? That’s just how it always is in fairy tales. You know fairy tales are more real than any of Hollywood’s propaganda, right?🐵Right??🙊I love you. I have loved you for what feels like an eternity. Return to me now. Come home to me, my Love. I am You; you are Me. We’re going to turn everything back to balance; we’re gonna create Heaven on Earth; a harmonious Life of you and me; so have faith in us~🎎

A LIFE WITH YOU, MY LOVE🔻💙

Priestesses of Integrity & Solitude

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Pile 3 – You are someone’s Dream Come True; you ever thought about that??

9 of Cups, 2 of Cups, King of Cups

You, are someone’s Wish Fulfilment; you ever thought about that? No, of course not; you only thought about yourself and how lacking you are as a person blablabla😡Don’t you know there’s a little someone walking this Earth who’d be SO glad to have you in their Life? Yup, that someone is ME😏You are a treasure of a gal/boy and if you’ve been surrounded by fools who can’t see that, it’s because you’re meant to travel the world and meet me~!

Have a change of scenery; you aren’t meant to thrive and live and die on the land you were born. When you cross borders and seas and realms, you’ll meet people of other cultures and points of view who are going to be more appreciative of the good you’ve been mocked(?) for🥰I promise you, babe~ You are where you are (or were) only because it was part of your Soul’s contract to learn about contrasts.

When all’s said and done, you’re going to be THE most interesting person anybody could listen to!🍿I, for one, could listen to you aaalll week long if you ever want to HAHAHA

My heart right now is like half-full, babe; I’m still waiting for you to appear in my Life. You probably won’t like hearing this because you’re independent, and you’re strong, and rebellious, but… I want you to be mine!🌹I don’t mean that I wish to suffocate you, no, it’s not like that at all… What I mean is, I wish to be the only one who could make you happy, for that would make me feel special🌞

I know I’m silly, I’m sorry~🥰I want to bring stability and certainty into your Life; that much I can say with clarity, for surely, you and I, we’re going to be pouring into each other’s Cups. We’re gonna be the kind of couple who can read each other’s minds and burst out laughing when we see something only we find funny without even exchanging words😂All of that, because of shared empathy~

Honestly, I couldn't care less for all the treasures in the world; I only want you around. Maybe that makes me a romanticist? Hm, that word doesn’t quite encompass all the feelings I have for you. All the things I wish to share with you. All that I’d do for you. What I know is that this is no mere romance; I LOVE you, you know? It goes so much deeper than that🌊

I’m mature, nurturing and caring. Find me, my Love. I’ll nurse you back to health—spiritually and everythingally; I’ll be the reason your faith in Humanity is restored. Actually, it doesn’t even matter; I just want you to trust in me, see yourself through my eyes, see how wonderful of a being you are. I want you to trust in yourself. You’re so fucking special. You’re MY very special kind of Wish Fulfilment☃️

A LIFE WITH YOU, MY LOVE🔻💗

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jeonride · 8 months

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— BLINDING LIGHTS ☆

an ateez maknae line series ·˚

— ever had the feeling like you want to have a rockstar boyfriend? at least, once in your lifetime? because why not? rockstars are rich, have a lot of cars parked inside the garage, luxurious condominium, and so on. but well yeah, they are scandalous. so if you're searching for a scandalous romance story that also heart-breaking, you might take a look of this series !

— JOIN THE TAGLIST HERE ! or simply just leave comment/ask/send me dm ! the 1st story will be released soon ! (in order)

FEATURING : ateez maknae line x afab!reader

STATUS : on going !

GENRE : illicit affair, angst, crime, romance, slight fluff (pls do not expect a lovey dovey story), rockstar au, friends with benefits to lovers (mingi), enemies to lovers (wooyoung), exes to fuck buddies (san), strangers to fuck buddies (jongho).

WARNINGS : SMUT, EACH CHAPTER HAS ITS OWN WARNINGS SO PLEASE READ THOROUGHLY BEFORE YOU READ !

— ELEVATOR DEAL ☆

ft. bassist!san x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS: you and san had broke up two years ago, yet you guys met again at the hotel you used to go with him whenever he had concerts back then. you were celebrating your friend's birthday party, half-drunk, and unfortunately bumped to your ex's chest in the elevator and san were surprised too seeing you had changed a lot. that was when the deceptive deal began between you and san- inside the elevator, where no one was watching what you've done with him.

"you know what? you're way more attractive when you're angry. i liked you right after our first fight, back then."

CLICK TO READ ! not yet !

— HEART LIKE YOURS ☆

ft. drummer!mingi x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS: mingi had always been in love with you, even though he knew, both of you were just "friends with benefits". but he swore, his feelings toward you were so fucking real. he hated to see you around with your boyfriend, hated that you prefer be with your abusive boyfriend to be with him. and one day, he got chance to show how much he loved you, with his own way.

"heart like yours should've been love someone like me."

CLICK TO READ ! not yet !

— LOVE WAS NOT LOST ☆

ft. guitarist!wooyoung x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS: jung wooyoung, was your campus crush who said that you weren't even pretty, you weren't even his type- when you confessed your feelings toward him on valentine's day. well, the wounds already healed though, it happened three years ago and you haven't seen him again after graduated. but still, you can feel the little sting everytime you remember his words. so you really had no idea when he came to your apartment, all sweaty because he just performed and ran to you.

"why didn't you tell me that you're back to this town?"

well, why he wanted to know?

CLICK TO READ ! not yet !

— OUT OF LUCK ☆

ft. guitarist vocalist!jongho x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS: you weren't think more further when you applied to be a maid at jongho's mansion. all you knew that this man was rich rich, and you need a lot of money. so when it was time for you to work, you came with the sweetest smile on your face, bowed politely and said that you will do anything that he needed.

"anything? even when i ask you to be on my bed?"

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hueningsloverr · 2 months

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౨ৎ only !

pairing: huening kai x reader summary: huening kai was a pure lover. and nothing can defeat true, pure, love. word count: 0.9k extra: inspired by leehi's 'onlyl'! apart of my valentines day series

huening kai was rarely one to fall in love, but when he fell, he fell hard. there was no stopping him once he had his heart set on someone. and that is what was so unfortunate about being in love with kai. he truly loved will all of him.

it made it that much easier to hurt him, even if it was unintended.

he took everything to his heart, which at times made situations a hundred times worse.

to love huening kai could only be described as to be able to love in the purest form. to love and to be loved as adam loved eve. to love someone so greatly it felt as if they were apart of you. made specifically to suit you. to love someone in such a way that they truly were the only thing in life that mattered in the end.

the only thing that made you believe in true, everlasting, love.

when kai first asked you out, he made you promise something. a pinky promise. at the time, it made you smile. it seemed so childish, so innocent. yet looking back, it was so full of love.

a secret only you two shared, sealed with a kiss to the knuckles.

"promise we'll always be together?" he had mumbled, staring up into the night sky.

not even monet would be able to do the colours justice. the moon smiling down at the earth, awaiting its attention.

"i promise." you mumbled back.

foolish teenagers.

promises were meant to be broken, yet kai could never bring himself to go against his word. and neither could you.

being with kai was refreshing - nothing had to be hidden, or compartmentalized. your feelings were out in the open, and kai finally felt comfortable enough to voice his thoughts whenever he felt like it.

the first time he uttered "i love you," was the day you'd consider to be the worst of your life. you were just so tired, and all you wanted to do as crawl into yourself and completely disappear. your day was just so busy, and all kai did was move aside in bed and pull you into him.

"i love you too, hyuka."

there was some invisible string that always drew you back to huening. his face was the only one you'd look for in a crowd. even in passing, a stranger would cause you to stop dead in your tracks if they even slightly resembled your love. beomgyu called you 'desperate', but you thought of it more as lovesick in the best ways possible.

not long after you began dating, you found yourself in the kitchen of his dormitory, the movie the four other boys watching no longer important. you were dancing slowly to the movies soundtrack, and it felt like a dream. a childish dream, one that your friends would call immature. but a dream is a dream, no matter how silly it may seem to others.

it was moments like those that made huening kai so easily to love. he was vulnerable and caring - the knight in shining armor. his love was so genuine it wouldn’t surprise you if hundreds of years from now, scholars analyzed it and taught about it in classrooms. there was something so pure about huening kai and the way he loved.

love like that only comes by once in a lifetime. both you and kai were aware of that. in kai’s eyes, someone like you was such an anomaly itself that he thanked all his lucky stars he was even allowed to know you. as selfish as it was, he wanted you all for himself. to have, and to hold, all the ideals expressed in vows. you were practically the only person to exist in his eyes, and all he could do was hope his loving was never too much.

pray that he was never too affectionate. never too insecure. never too much of anything.

you made huening kai believe in love.

and no matter what the voices in his head would say, kai was the definition of love to you. everything about the way he was crafted - a child of aphrodite. son of the goddess of love and beauty. hand sculpted from her own mind.

of course he blushed like a madman whenever you would make the comparison, but even yeonjun would giggle in agreement. hueningkai was so loved by all, it was surprising no one else had dated him for long periods of time, at least not until you.

at times, loving huening kai felt like romance out of one of the animes he'd watch. two characters who know next to nothing about love finding each other, and finding out what it means.

those were all the best things about being in love with huening kai. even if he loved with all of himself. even if he was hurt easily.

loving huening kai was not a reward, like some would think. and it was not an honor. nor was it a gift. it was something else entirely. at times it felt like a blessing, but love is not something that is earned in a contest. it is something grown. carefully coddled with loving hands, allowing it to bloom in its own time.

and while not all love was like that, that is exactly what it was like to love huening kai, and for huening kai to love you.

no matter how many times the two of you would fight, how many times you would storm out crying. no matter how many times it felt like your heart had been shredded to pieces, that invisible string would tug. and it would tug, and tug, and tug until you winded up in kai's arms again. because that is what love truly was.

and huening kai would forever and always be your only love.

a/n: ok this is my favorite thing i’ve ever written!!! the time crunch was crunching!!!!

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kpopsexstories · 2 months

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Could you please make a haechan x reader story with lots of dirty talking and him meeting the reader on stage and like they make out backstage after? Please make the reader female thank you and happy Valentine's Day

One-shot #1: Lee Dong-Hyuck spots you in the audience and takes you backstage for a hot make-out session (*requested*)

This is the first story in my Mixed One-shots series, with smut that can be about any group, member and even non-kpop celebrities. Unlike my Quick Fix series, One-shots can be a little longer and story-driven.

This story is a response to the above request. Thanks for submitting requests, they're super motivating 😊

One-shot #1: LEE DONG-HYUCK (NCT Haechan)

Celebrity: Lee Dong-hyuck (NCT Haechan)

Content: Dirty talk, Standing

Type of Sex: MEDIUM

Word Count: 4k

When NCT announced a show you would actually be able to attend you were ecstatic. When you managed to get tickets, you nearly screamed yourself mute of happiness. That indescribable feeling of joy was the best day of your life – so far.

Then came the day of the event, which trumped anything else. During and after the show, several things happened that would make it a day you would never forget. Several once-in-a-lifetime memories were made that day, and you still can't believe what happened.

First of all, you had an excellent spot, in the pit by the stage. It meant seeing your idols up close, and only a few songs in you were already coarse from all the screaming.

Second, Haechan spotted you in the crowd, and he couldn't take his eyes off you for the remainder of the performance. Every time he came on stage he looked for you, and he passed your section more than any other throughout the night. At one point, your presence even made him forget the lyrics. The crowd went wild; they loved his adorable mess-up, and Haechan was so cute the way he handled it by laughing it off. You could swear he gave you a naughty wink afterwards.

Third, the highlight – by far – was not the show itself though. It was what happened after.

A security guard approached you as the arena was clearing out, and for a moment your heart sank to the pit of your stomach. Your instinct told you that you were in trouble for something, but you had no idea what.

The guard tried to calm you down but failed. He took you backstage, where your worry only intensified. But it was quickly replaced with a mix of shock, excitement and joy, when you were led into a small room where someone was waiting for you.

The room had a small couch in the center, a vending machine, and a desk with two computers against the far wall. It looked like a combination of a lounging area and make-shift office. Haechan was sitting on the couch, and he quickly jumped up and smiled when he saw you.

“Hi!” he exclaimed.

You were stunned. “Ehm, hi?” you eventually managed to say, and a sudden nervous feeling rushed over you. The security guard nodded to Haechan, then turned to you to ask if you were okay. You smiled back at him as confirmation, and he quickly left the room and closed the door behind him.

“What's going on?” you asked.

“I wanted to see you,” Haechan said. He quickly realized how odd the situation must be for you. ”I mean, I saw you in the crowd. You seemed so into the show. I wanted to, ehm, I wanted to… to thank you for coming, I guess? And to see if maybe you wanted a backstage tour, or something? Maybe I didn't think this through…”

A number of thoughts raced through your mind. When the initial shock had settled, you figured that the members offering private tours was perhaps a normal thing. But there was something about the way Haechan explained himself that made it all feel wrong.

And so, you composed yourself, and took a direct, honest and visibly skeptical approach, one Haechan probably didn't expect. “Do you usually bring girls to private rooms like this?”

Haechan was now the one who became nervous, as this was certainly not a normal occurrence at all. But instead of being apologetic and explain himself further, the words that came out of his mouth were those he was actually thinking:

“Only pretty ones.”

He immediately regretted the words. He knew he was crossing boundaries. But this statement was a turning point, an important moment that would define the direction of the rest of your evening.

You could have laughed it off, and simply accepted the tour he had offered. You could have questioned him further, and maybe taken offense by the way your idol objectified you so openly. Or you could have freaked out, acting like the fan girl that you were, overwhelmed by the fact that you were alone in a room with a man whose posters were plastered all over your walls.

Instead, you did exactly what a lot of girls would have wanted to do in your situation, but which very few would likely dare to do. Haechan's words had given you an opening, and you, too, said exactly what came to mind.

“I can be more than just pretty for you.”

Haechan let out a laugh, then his face turned dead serious when he realized you weren't laughing along with him. “Like what?” he asked, throwing the ball back in your court.

You took a step closer to the man. “You're still sweaty from the show,” you noted and smiled.

“Does that turn you off?” Haechan asked.

“No, it turns me on,” you said.

That's how quickly your relationship was established, and from here things escalated fast.

Making out starts here...

Now, Haechan was the one to take a step closer to you. He stared into your eyes, as if he was trying to read you. You did the same to him. To anyone watching from the outside, it was clear that something was going on between you. It had been obvious to both of you already during the performance, when your eyes constantly met and your heart was beating so fast. What you always suspected had now been confirmed; Haechan had been checking you out.

Now, in this room, the spark between you became real. And perhaps that's why you dared to take a big risk. When Haechan entered your personal space, you quickly leaned in and kissed him.

Haechan didn't even hesitate. He immediately kissed you back, and before you knew it you were making out, next to the couch in the middle of the room.

Haechan put his hands on your waist, and pushed your body back. He followed you passionately as you took multiple steps backwards, and never took his lips off yours. Soon you hit the closed door behind you with a bang. was security still around? Any staff walking past outside surely must have heard.

The desire you had always felt for the idol, and the one he had felt all evening, quickly took hold of you both. Pinned against the back of the door, you continued to make out with a sudden wild, untamed passion. Haechan's hands were on your waist and ass before you had a chance to react, and once you did react you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

What happened was insane, but that fact never crossed your mind in the moment. You had desired the man for years, and now he wanted you too. You were more than happy to just roll with it.

While you eagerly sucked and kissed each other's lips, Haechan let his hands explore your body. He briefly touched your breast, and a hand soon slid inside your shirt. You didn't stop him.

“Damn you're sexy,” Haechan moaned. “I swear though, I've never done this before.”

And it was the truth. Though you didn't know what to believe, Haechan was not he type of guy to bring random fans backstage to make out with them. He had spotted you, been unable to take his mind off you, and taken a chance by bringing you here. He had never expected that things would go in the direction they now did, and certainly not this fast.

And the fact that things continued was largely thanks to you. When Haechan started talking dirty to you, you immediately jumped onboard.

“Fuck, Hyuck,” you said. “You're so hot.”

When you said his name, Haechan pressed his body closer against yours. You spread your legs slightly, feeling his pelvis rub against yours. You wanted each other so bad, and all barriers had already been broken down.

“Oh, baby,” Haechan continued. ”I'm so sweaty because you're the one who's so hot. The way you moved your body in the audience. I didn't see anyone else, it was as if I was performing only for you. You made me so horny, you have no idea.”

“Ah, keep talking.”

“I had to sit down on stage because of you. You took my breath away, and made me so hard. I had to hide my boner. And damn, you're a bad girl aren't you, because you made me forget the lyrics.”

You held on tight around Haechan's neck, as he kept moaning into your mouth in between violent kisses. His hands on your waist inside your shirt felt warm and comforting, and were an incredible turn-on.

“Ahh, your body feels so good,” he continued. ”Mm, baby, are you really here? Is this really happening?”

“I'm here,” you said and smiled, while sticking your tongue out. The wet tips of your tongues met, and you began to play around in each other's mouths.

The way Haechan spoke to you was an insane turn-on too, and you wanted to encourage him further. “What do you want to do to me?” you asked.

“I wanna lick you. Daamn, I'm so fucking horny right now.”

Haechan's hand moved up your waist and found your breast under the shirt. He cubbed it over your bra, and he suddenly stopped sucking your tongue and buried his face in your neck. He quickly began to lick it, with long, wet strokes against your skin.

A shiver went down your spine when Haechan traced your neck. You held on tighter around him, and moved an arm down around his waist and back. When his body pressed hard against yours, you raised a leg and wrapped it around his thighs.

“Ahh, Hyuck, this feels amazing!” you said, and you could swear you felt the boner in his pants. ”Don't stop, please. Suck my neck, Hyuck. Mm, yeah, I'm so wet.”

“Fuck babe, so eager,” Haechan grinned by your ear. He raised his head and kissed your cheek. ”I don't even know your name.”

“Who's eager?” you asked and giggled, then turned to face him and quickly re-focused the dirty talk. “I'll be anything for you, remember? I'll be your slut if you want me to.”

Maybe that was going too far, but you felt no regrets. And to your relief, Haechan was onboard too.

“Ohh, yeah, my sexy slut,” he moaned into your mouth, while rubbing the full length of his body passionately against you. He started to rock his hips back and forth, pressing his boner harder and harder between your legs. ”You make me so fucking horny. I'm so glad I met you. You're such a hot slut and I love it. Do you always come back stage to have sex with the band?”

You laughed again, and suddenly pulled Haechan's head back by the hair. “Who said anything about sex?” you asked with a naughty grin.

“Oh, come on, you asked what I wanted to do to you. I don't believe you'd call yourself a slut if you weren't talking about sex.”

You looked him in the eye and smiled. “You're right, I wouldn't. It's any fan's dream to have sex with you, isn't it? Fuck, Hyuck, you make us all so weak. Who wouldn't want your cock inside them? I bet you're great with it too, aren't you?”

“Mm, damn girl, I like the way you talk. That's right, stroke my ego.”

“I know a lot of girls who would kill to see you naked.”

Haechan brushed his nose against your face, and bent in to lick the other side of your neck. “Is that what you want, huh? To see me naked? Maybe today is my lucky day.”

You tightened the grip of your leg around Haechan's thigh, squeezing his boner between your bodies.

“I want your cock inside me,” you whispered, then pulled his face back up and stuck your tongue in his mouth again.

Haechan was getting weak in his knees, but met your tongue with his. You loosened the grip of his hair and continued to make out, while he slammed his hips repeatedly against you.

When his boner kept poking at you at a steady pace, desire took a new hold of Haechan. He never responded to your last statement, but stuck his hand further up your shirt. He grabbed your neck, and the shirt slid so far up that your bra came out. He was all over you, and it felt incredible.

As he dry-humped you against the door, and your chest became increasingly bare, you eventually reached down to grab his shirt. You pulled at it, and you soon felt his bare back with the palm of your hand.

When your skin touched his, Haechan suddenly took a step back. Your leg slid down his thigh, as he took his shirt and rapidly pulled it over his head. His hair became messy, and he stared at you with his mouth half open, while you glanced down at his bare chest.

“Fuck,” you said with a serious expression. “I just realized that this is real. What are we doing?”

“Don't you want to?” Haechan asked, standing half-naked, horny and exposed in front of you.

“Of course I want to. This is a dream come true. A wonderful, sexy dream.”

Haechan seemed very pleased with your response, and he attacked you with his mouth, tongue and hands again. His hand went back far up your shirt, and his naked chest and stomach rubbed erotically up and down your body.

“Damn, you really are so hot and slutty,” Haechan said while massaging your breasts and poking you with his boner. ”Fuck you're sexy!”

The whole situation made you so incredibly horny. The feeling of his body, the unashamed words he spoke, the thrilling turn of events that had happened in the last fifteen minutes of your life. While he talked dirty to you, sucked your mouth and played around with his tongue inside you, and his bare chest pressed hard against yours, you reached down between you and found the belt of his pants.

You managed to get it open, and pulled it off him with a fast yank. When the belt was off, the pants immediately slid down his legs, and you felt the boner for real for the first time. A hard shaft rubbed against you through the thin fabric of Haechan's black underwear.

“Ahh, ahh,” Haechan began to pant in your ear. The rubbing of the shaft did things to him, wonderful things, and he stopped licking and kissing you altogether.

“Take it off,” he requested when he tugged your shirt, which was already up to your neck anyway. “I wanna feel your sexy body. Mm, I wanna feel all of it so bad, you're so fucking good babe.”

“Fan of the year award?” you asked in a playful tone.

“Fan of the year award,” Haechan confirmed and grinned.

With a smile on your face, you placed a hand on Haechan's chest and pushed him away from you. You let him watch as you pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it aside, then proceeded to pull your pants down for him. You let your panties come with them and they drop to the floor. Haechan was mesmerized, and drooled out of the corner of his mouth.

“Holy fuck!” he exclaimed, then looked you in the eyes. Then he quickly leaped forward, attacking you with his hands and lips once more.

Passionate is an understatement. When he pressed you hard against the door again, you kicked your pants off your feet and jumped. You spread your legs wide and wrapped them around Haechan's ass and thighs, as he explored your naked ass with his hands and pinned you to the door. His boner poked against you repeatedly.

“Mm, Haechan,” you moaned. “Fuck me, Haechan, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Sex starts here...

Haechan suddenly reached down with one hand and grabbed his underwear. He pulled them down forcefully, rapidly as to not drop you to the floor in the process. His hard cock was freed, but you never got a chance to see it. He quickly thrust it against you, and it got squeezed between your stomachs.

Haechan took a firm grip around your ass cheeks and you adjusted your legs around him. You spread them as wide as you could for him, and held on tight around his neck.

The cock quickly found it's way, when Haechan stuck his ass out to give the cock some space. He kept thrusting passionately against you, and the cock poked around until you felt the head slide inside you. You were so wet, and he was so hard, that the whole shaft came inside you with ease.

“Ohh,” you moaned as you felt the throbbing shaft go deeper.

“Such a naughty girl,” Haechan grinned. “I'll fuck you so hard. You're so bad, coming here and doing these things to me, you deserve to be punished.”

“Oh yeah, punish me Hyuck. Punish me with your big dick.”

Haechan's thrusting quickly turned rough and animalistic, and his moans in your ear were full of lust. He moved his ass fast back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of you. You tightened your legs around his waist, and held on to his neck and shoulders for dear life. You tilted your head back, eyes closed, as he fucked you violently against the door.

“Ah, Haechan, I've been so bad!”

“Are you a bad girl?” Haechan asked.

“I'm a bad girl! Punish me, I deserve it. I'm your fucking slut! Oh yeah, fuck me Hyuck, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Haechan began to sweat again, your weight taking its toll on his arms. His thigh muscles worked hard, his grasp of your ass cheeks tightened, and his butt cheeks clenched each time he slammed his cock deep inside you.

You looked down and opened your mouth, and your lips met his again. You stuck your tongue out, and you began playing around in each other's mouths again, while breathing heavily into each other.

“Ah, Haechan,” you moaned loudly. “Hyuck, ah, ah, never, stop, Hyuck! Ah, ah, ah. Never. Stop. Fucking. Me!”

If there was a chance that anyone heard the bang when you first hit the door, there was no way no one heard you now. As Haechan kept fucking you violently, the door rattled and banged repeatedly each time your back and ass slammed against it. And your moans almost turned into screams, loud and with not a care in the world for who might pass by in the corridor on the other side.

The thought that anyone might hear you had never even crossed your mind. You were both in your own bubble, taken over by lust and sexual desire, and still surprised by how quickly things had gone this far.

You found it crazy and hard to believe that such a big star had taken an interest in you. And he found it hard to believe that he had not only managed to invite you backstage, but that you proved to be just as dirty and horny as he was. That he now got to have sex with you felt great to him. Neither of you would truly realize and appreciate the insane experience until several days after it had happened, as the bubble of incredible, spontaneous sex didn't leave much room to reflect.

The bubble burst, however, when someone suddenly tried to open the door from outside. It was pushed hard against you, and Haechan nearly lost his balance.

Surprised, he quickly let go of your ass and took a step back. His cock slid out of you. Your feet fell to the ground, and your heart sank when you realized that someone was in fact entering the room.

A strong fear quickly rushed through you. Haechan, who felt the same fear, faced the door like a deer caught in headlights. His first reaction was to cover his crotch with his hands.

Naked, in shock, and with his arms stretched and hands between his legs, he stared at the door when Johnny appeared behind it.

You were just as shocked, and your reaction was to immediately leap for your shirt on the floor and cover yourself as best you could. You quickly leaned against the wall behind the door, staring with fear at the figure peeking out behind it.

Johnny too looked surprised when he entered. It took him a second to register what he had walked in on. He glared at Haechan, who stood naked with his pants by his ankles, then quickly glanced at you. He looked back at Haechan, then he burst out laughing.

“Fuck, I'm so sorry!” he said, but he didn't move. His hand was still on the door handle, and he had a huge smile on his face.

“Fuck,” he repeated. “I should leave, shouldn't I? I'm sorry!”

With that, he quickly stepped out and closed the door behind him. Haechan immediately leaped forward and locked it.

“I should have done that from the start,” he said with a serious expression. He looked at you, and took his hand off his crotch. The dick between his legs was still rock hard.

“I'm sorry,” he said, suddenly afraid that he'd just lost you. You'd likely want to leave after what just happened.

But that was not the case. You had just seen Johnny, who was once your bias. It didn't matter that you were naked at the time. He had looked you in the eye, seen you, and spoken to you. You were incredibly excited about that, and it didn't matter that you'd just been caught in the act.

“Don't be sorry,” you said and let go of the shirt. “Can we keep going, or do you need to leave now?”

“I don't want to go anywhere. I want to lock myself in here forever. I'll never hear the end of this.”

Haechan looked like a helpless puppy, as he waddled over to the couch and kicked the pants off his feet. He sat down on the armrest, and suddenly seemed defeated.

“Hey, it happened,” you said and walked over to the man. You spread your legs and sat down on his thighs, looked down at him reassuringly and kissed his forehead. ”He saw, he left, there's nothing we can do about it now. And the door is locked now.”

Haechan raised his head, straightened his spine, placed his hands on your thighs, and smiled up at you.

“You're crazy, do you know that?” he said with a smirk.

“Not much crazier than you. You're the one who got me here.”

You smiled lovingly at him, then continued: “You know, I'm not really a slut. But being here released something in me. We've known each other for what, twenty minutes, not counting all that time you eyed me from the stage. And you've already seen me naked and been inside me.”

“Yeah, I know,” Haechan said. “This is crazy, isn't it. Wanna stop? I can still give you that tour.”

“And face Johnny, who has surely run off to tell the boys? Nah, I'd rather stay here and be your slut.”

Haechan laughed at the joke, which technically wasn't a joke at all. “Oh yeah?” he said, turning his naughty side back on. “And what would a slut like you do to me?”

You tilted back on top of him while he held on to your waist, then you reached behind your back and took off your bra, which until now had stayed on this whole time.

Completely naked on top of your new lover, you placed your hand on Haechan's chest and forcefully pushed him backwards onto the couch. You leaped down with him, and sat down on top of him.

“I can think of lots of things,” you said seductively, while you slowly started to roll your hips over his crotch, pleasuring his hard cock. Haechan grinned longingly at you, and let his hands move up your waist. When he touched your breasts you leaned forward, kissed the idol, and stuck your tongue inside his mouth again.

“Tonight I'm your slut, Hyuck, and you are mine, okay?”

“Okay,” Haechan moaned. “I'm your fucking crazy, dirty slut.”

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pepperonidk · 11 months

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hi! If your requests are still open I would like to request Joshua (or any other member) getting you a puppy for valentines and turns out you get him the same thing 😁 thank you!

puppy love

pairing: joshua hong x gn!reader genre: established relationship, fluff warnings: none! (but also i've never owned a dog bc my whole family is allergic so do not come for me about what i think getting a dog is like i do not know) a/n: PLEASE I'M SO SORRY I'M NOT IGNORING THIS 😭 it just took a while for me to do bc of school and job applications this was such a cute idea (i hope you don't mind i tweaked it a little bit) <3333

It was supposed to be the anniversary gift of a lifetime. A symbolic representation of his hopes and dreams for your relationship -- dreams of a family, joy, and laughter filling the halls of your shared home. It was the perfect idea, until...

"I'm so sorry, sir," the assistant at the front apologized with a timid smile, clearly expecting an explosive reaction from her customer. "Someone came in and adopted him just this morning."

Joshua sighed, running a hand through his hair. "That's alright," he assured her. "I'm sure I'm not the only one who thought he was adorable." He could almost see the weight lift off the worker's shoulders as he chuckled sheepishly at his own comment.

As he walked out the door, his own anxieties began to fill his head. Maybe if I had gotten here just a little bit earlier... No. That wouldn't have worked because I had to go pick up flowers, and we had that early breakfast reservation... I guess it just wasn't meant to be.

Joshua had intended on surprising you with a puppy, building up to it with subtle hints throughout the last few weeks. Suggesting dog movies during movie night, asking about your childhood dog, even going so far as to play Bluey on the TV when you got home and then pretending to be clueless as to who put it on. (He had learned in his psychology class from college that subliminal messaging works wonders).

But, clearly life had other plans.

As he walked back home, he passed a gift shop that was just opening up. He had noticed it for a few weeks now, and had even talked to the shop owner who was working outside a few days ago, so he decided to go in and check it out.

"Joshua!" the shopkeeper greeted him warmly as the door chimed behind Joshua. The store was an eclectic collection of various knick-knacks and trinkets, all lined up tightly on the shelves in colorful array.

"Hey," Joshua returned. "Nice place you got here."

The shopkeeper grinned happily in response as he made his way toward where Joshua was standing, fiddling with a music box. "Thanks," he beamed. "Is there anything you're looking for in particular today?"

Joshua let out a sigh. "Yeah, it's me and my partner's anniversary today. I wanted to get them a puppy, but someone adopted him before I could."

The shopkeeper nodded in acknowledgement. "I see," he hummed. "Well, if you're interested, we have a selection of stuffed animals, and quite a few are dogs. It's not the real thing, but maybe you can consider it a placeholder?"

Upon considering this alternative, Joshua perked up quite a bit. "That's actually a great idea," he remarked. "Lead the way?"

The shelves were lined with various colors and textures of stuffed animals, and lo and behold, there was one of a Jack Russel Terrier, the same dog he wanted to bring home earlier today. He eagerly handed it to the shopkeeper for checkout and walked out of the store with a skip in his step.

However, before he could unlock the apartment door, he could hear hushed voices from the other side. One was definitely yours, but the other... was not.

"Shh, you have to keep it down, he'll be here any minute now," your voice nagged.

Before he could let the intrusive thoughts intrude, he opted instead to unlock the door, to find you sitting by the kitchen island, on the floor with your hands suspiciously behind your back.

"Hey...?" Joshua called tenatively with a questioning look.

"Hey yourself!" You called a little bit louder to cover up the sound of something... squeaking?

As he walked closer to you, he could also hear the soft pitter patter of footsteps behind your back, despite your attempts to hide them.

"Is that..." Joshua began, his eyes widening.

"Surprise?" You replied sheepishly as you moved your hands away from your back, finally allowing him to see the excited Jack Russell Terrier who was itching to see his familiar face.

Joshua couldn't hide his excitement as he sat down in front of you, letting the puppy crawl onto his lap. "How did you even know?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, you're not very subtle," you replied smugly. "You've been dropping hints for the last month that you want a puppy. I noticed." Joshua laughed and leaned over to press a kiss against your cheek.

"Did you now?" He teased as you nodded in response. So his plan did work, just not the way he thought it would. "How lucky am I that the love of my life is not only insanely hot, but insanely smart too?" He wiggled his eyebrows at you, causing you to chuckle in response.

"I'd say pretty damn lucky," you replied as the puppy ran back and forth between the two of you, clearly excited to be part of this small family.

"I'd say so too. Happy anniversary."

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please love me

pairing: steve harrington x reader (requested by: anon)

summary: based on the prompt "after all...I'm just a girl, standing in front of boy, asking him to love her." - Notting Hill

words: 0.5k

a/n: another late response to my valentine's blurb challenge, but now it's my love is in the air for spring blurbs lol. anyway, steve harrington is the love of my life and this was so fun to write!

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What a mess you had made of it all. The look of hurt and betrayal on Steve's face was ingrained into your memory. You never meant for things to get this far. If someone would have told you in one week your best friend (and secret crush) Steve would confess his feelings to you and you would be the one to accidentally break his heart, you would have called them crazy.

For years Steve had been one of your closest friends, but in the past twelve months you longed for more. His pretty eyes and floppy hair had pulled you in and you never wanted to be far from him. The only thing that held you back was the paralyzing fear of losing Steve completely from his confession.

So, imagine your surprise when Steve was the first to confess his feelings during your weekly movie night. The words sent you into shock and all you could do was stare at the poor boy who sat in front of you. In fact, you stayed frozen for so long, Steve took it as a rejection, mumbled some half-assed excuse, and booked it back to his own place. As soon as the door slammed behind him, you groaned and ran your hands down your face in frustration.

The next day, you were determined to make amends with Steve and return his feelings by catching him as he got off of work. Unfortunately, you never got the chance because before you could get inside, you were stopped by your ex who happened to be walking by.

He came up to you and stepped so close you could feel his breath on your skin. It made you want to recoil. No matter how much you told him so, he wouldn't take the hint that the two of you would never be together again. However, he crossed the line when he grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours. Immediately, you pushed away from him disgusted by his actions. But what hurt even more was seeing Steve's broken face as he watched the interaction from afar before running to his car.

oOoOo

Trying again the next day, your knuckles rapped against his door gently, as though it was Steve you were touching. The wait between your last knock and the opening of the door felt like a lifetime, and you sighed in relief when you saw Steve standing in front of you. His eyes were dimmer than normal, and his clothes looked rumpled, but he was still your Steve.

"Hi." you began rather lamely, not sure where to start.

Steve did not seem to be in the mood for small talk. "What do you want, y/n?" he deadpanned.

"I'm sorry for what happened, but you have to know what you saw is a completely misunderstanding." you began and rushed to continue as you watched Steve silently scoff at your words. "I didn't want him to be there, to be that close to me, or to even talk to me. I told him that all we're exes and that's all it's going to ever be. I'm so sorry that I hurt you, Steve."

"Yeah, well why should I believe you? I don't wanna be anyone's second choice."

His words hit hard in your chest. It was no secret how vulnerable Steve could be and for good reasons. You never wanted to be the person to cause him to doubt his worth. "Well, I'm here aren't I? After all, I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love you." you confessed, waiting with battered breath.

It took a moment, but Steve seemed to visibly soften at your words and let his guard down once more. "Y-you mean that? You love me?"

"Of course, I love you, Steve. I've been wanting to tell you for months, but I was always too scared. But I'm done being scared now."

He just laughed and pulled you in for a hug reveling in the warmth of your body. He looked at you lovingly and couldn't help but finally take the chance to wrap his arms around you and kiss you. Just like you said, he too was done being scared and it definitely paid off.

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look-at-the-soul · 7 months

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Behind the scenes- Peaky Blinders (Part 2)

Cillian Muphy x reader Part 1

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✨Here it is the final part to this fascinating character that caught my eye in a short video edited a long time ago… I hope you like this!

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Oblivious to the conversation Val and Cillian just had, Y/N walked back excited.

“Ready to go for a ride?”

Cillian nodded in silence.

”Y/N are you taking the horse out?” Asked Renny, Cillian had seen him from afar taking care of the horses, he was mostly shy and quiet, more like an observer.

“Yes Renny,” she replied in a soft voice, “do you want to join us?”

Renny shook his head nervously.

“Do you remember Mr. Murphy, right? He’s learning how to ride a horse.”

Cillian stared into Renny, but the man simply couldn’t hold anyone’s gaze, his fingers moved constantly, trying to touch something, anything.

“You take care of them Renny?” He asked in a soft tone, noticing the smile that cracked on the man’s face.

“Yes.” He replied touching the column. “It will rain again tonight.” Then after a few second, he repeated the same thing.

“Have you seen the filly? She’s beautiful.” Y/N asked with a genuine smile.

“She’s doing great, I’ll check on her again.” Renny left mumbling something to himself.

“Renny showed up one day and decided to stay, he immediately bonded with my horses and when I saw the way he treated them, I knew this was his place.” Y/N explained.

Cillian stared at her with interest. “Just like that?” She nodded. It was a surprise to learn that she took in a complete stranger.

“He never talked about his past, all he asked was a place to sleep and something to eat, in return I’d get someone trustworthy to be around the barn.” It was evident Renny had something, neurological perhaps. “Let’s be honest, he has more heart than any of us.”

Cillian raised his hands, in defeat. “I’m not judging you, he’s just one in a million.” Something he couldn’t name making his heart beat at the speed of a horse galloping when he saw her smile. He needed to speak to Steve about adding a character like him.

“Keep your back straight and your legs at a comfortable position… I know it’s not like we sit like this all the time.” She explained making sure neither Cillian or the horse were uncomfortable.

She then proceeded to explain the little pull he’d feel and her words got caught in her throat as Cillian’s energy changed completely, he positioned himself correctly on the saddle and everything changed; his posture, his energy, the look in his eyes.

Y/N thought he might get a bit shy or would hold onto the horn as if his life depended on it, but no, he was holding the reins on one hand while the other was resting gently on his thigh and she couldn’t decide who looked more majestic; Cillian or the horse. He had this imposing and mysterious vibe around him… it was magical as if he always belonged there, as if he knew the horse from a lifetime, as if they were one.

Cillian dragged his eyes from the back of the horse to see Y/N. “Ready to go.”

He nodded and she had to shake her head a little to focus again.

“If you press your feet gently, the horse gets the instruction to start moving, you can click you tongue too.” She felt a little bit ridiculous for telling him the obvious, but Cillian didn’t seem to mind.

From all of the people she had seen on a horse, nothing compared to him.

It was hard to comprehend what was happening so she decided she wouldn’t even try to explain it, but on her experience she knew you don’t see a bond like that everyday. It was the most natural thing in the world.

“Come on Angel, let him guide you.” She told the horse after walking out of the stables to let them ride around the ring for a while.

Cillian smiled at the name mentioned. “She looks like one, eh?”

Returning the smile, Y/N added: “and she behaves like one, more obedient than my son.”

Cillian chuckled at her statement, taking a moment to relax his shoulders and let this peace sink in, it was indescribable to ride a horse, to move around and feel that big body be an extension of his own. He never thought something like this would happen. But ever so slowly, he could feel as if himself was taking a step back, to let Tommy Shelby take over, and it was everything, his mannerisms, his critical thinking, the way he was falling in love with these horses, with every movement, his hands were now wrapped around the reins smoothly, his thumb rubbing absently the material.

Y/N walked close to them but giving the pair a little space as Cillian rode around. Still unable to comprehend the conection between Cillian and her horse and how he immediately got everything right about how to do it, as if he had done it before a million times.

He had been practicing how to stop the horse and make him take steps back, as well as the rest of the basics Y/N told him. Most of the work was done through his legs and the direction of the reins he gave, so physically it was making him feel sore, and on top of that he’d need to say his lines and take care of the angles.

As days went by, Cillian woke up early to join Y/N for a quick breakfast then, while she went to do her daily morning routine with the horses; greeting them, giving them breakfast and a good brushing session, after that, they’d go back to the ring to continue the riding lessons, adding a different task each time. And by that Cillian only felt more confident on the horse, he was amazed by the way the animal responded to his lead.

Being on a horse soon started to feel like a second skin to him, the connection to Tommy Shelby was now right on the surface… Cillian felt so attracted to each horse, he was constantly asking for their background story. And when he closed his eyes at night, he could clearly see a young Tommy Shelby, before France, before all the trauma and disappointment in an open field riding the most beautiful horse freely, galloping without an ounce of fear. He could also picture him resting with the horse next to the river, eating fresh fruit from a tree while the sun started to hide behind the hills.

Deep down he knew portraying this man wouldn’t be an easy task, not without being fully involved in every aspect, not only his physical appearance, but his mindset as well. That was the main reason why he withdrew to his room right after dinner, to focus on he script and his notes.

“Why aren’t you riding?” Arlo asked taking Cillian by surprise.

It took him all his will to stop looking at the sight before him. “Because I also learn a few things from watching.” Cillian explained turning his head towards Y/N once more, feeling like he was drawn somehow, with a natural force as the horse started galloping and she made it look as an incredible ease that made him even feel jealous.

“Did you know that when I was a baby she took me for rides?” Arlo asked quietly.

Cillian shook his head. “No, but it’s not a surprise either.”

Then Cillian remembered a few scenes with the youngest Shelby brother, he would be around Arlo’s age and he needed some kind of kids background.

“Do you like it here? Being around horses all day?”

“Yeah, but sometimes I was it could be like the other kids in my classroom, they have brothers and their Dads.”

Sighing, Cillian regretted his move, the last thing he wanted to do was stepping on the line of a private matter.

“I’m sure your Mum makes a great job on her own.”

Arlo nodded and then looking at the ground, he added something that’s been worrying him. “Yeah but when I go to school she’s alone.”

Bending down to look at the kid, Cillian explained how Renny, Brie and Val were around with Y/N.

“Not that kind of alone…” he added with a hint of embarrassment. “I gotta go to feed the horses!”

He wanted to ask how would a ten-years-old know but he was caught off guard.

And with that, he left Cillian by himself but not without planting the seed in his head about what he just said as images of Y/N riding flashed before his deep gaze. She was floating, in her element, the effect of golden hour highlighting her features, loose locks bouncing against her cheeks.

More than once his eyes would find her as she caressed the horses, or while she waited for the kettle to prepare her favorite tea. But he also needed to be honest with himself, it would be a huge mistake to start developing feelings at this point, when he was just about to start the most ambitious project of his career, the shooting would be demanding and he could feel it was taking a toll on him already, he was used to the rhythm by now, long hours on set, sometimes filming really early in the morning or until it was pretty late, small breaks in between for at least three months… who could possibly keep up with that? Even if she was willing to do so, it would be selfish to ask her to join him on set specially when she had a son and a job she loved at the sanctuary.

He needed to focus on Thomas Shelby and only that.

***

“This is the new payment plan. First one is due by the end of this month.” Y/N informed Brie giving her the folder with the information.

“I was thinking I could ask my husband to take some photos to upload them online, for promo you know?”

Cillian was about to knock but then decided to wait so he wouldn’t interrupt their conversation. But he saw the way she dragged her eyes from the papers to stare into the opposite wall in silence, considering it.

“I guess so…” she added absently clasping her hands together and leaning on her elbows.

“It will help us with an extra income!” Brie cheered.

“If you think it’s a good idea, I trust you.” Y/N agreed and finally noticed Cillian next to the door frame. Waving her hand, she motioned for him to come in.

As Brie gave him a quick glance, she struggled to hide the grin on her face.

“Is that your grandpa?” Cillian asked tipping his head towards the portrait of a man with a horse. He was holding his hands behind his back.

Y/N smile lighted her face. “Magnus.”

Arching his eyebrows, he realized of the resemblance between them. “His name sounds like a bloody emperor.”

Y/N chuckled and guided Cillian out, to try riding bareback.

Cillian’s hands against the coat of the horse’s neck, to let him know of his next move. Swiftly, Cillian sat on Thunder’s back relishing the sense of calmness he was greeted with.

“Okay… show me what you got, cowboy.” Y/N regretted the words right after they left her mouth and an evident blush covered her cheeks.

Cillian couldn’t help but to raise an eyebrow, surprised while a smile started to grow. “Are you sure you can handle it?” He flirted back.

Mortified, Y/N caressed the horse. “Whenever you’re ready.” Y/N took a step back, trying to keep her emotions at bay. She knew riding a horse bareback was something so intimate, so raw, so deep. Reserved only for a few privileged.

And once more, Cillian felt an indescribable feeling as the horse started walking.

This role meant a lot to him, more than he could express. He had been working out six days a week, gave up his vegetarian diet in order to bulk up, spent some time at a gypsy camp to learn about their traditions and language, read about the World War I… anything to make it right.

Cillian felt as if he was taking a step back in order to allow Thomas Michael Shelby take over… he was just an instrument.

He could feel Tommy’s essence in him, his fears, the things he loved the most, the memories and trauma achieved in France. He was so immersed that he never noticed Y/N left him to ride on his own and as she was watching from a few meters away, curiosity took over her, she couldn’t help but wonder what was crossing Cillian’s mind as he rode staring into the open field, she knew his mind was miles away.

He seemed so focused, so engrossed in his own thoughts that it felt so wrong to interrupt. But somehow watching Cillian riding also had a therapeutic effect on her.

Cillian was attractive, without a doubt and Val had insisted she should let her hair down, wear some perfume, even used the flirt shamelessly advice. It had been so long since she felt something, the last man she had been with was Arlo’s father. After him she gave herself entirely to her son and her business. With a tight schedule, hay in her hair and smelling like a barn, what kind of man would give her a double look? Besides Cillian would be staying just for a short period of time, soon he’d be back to film whatever project he was working on, throw himself into his glamorous Hollywood lifestyle.

“Mum can I ride too?” Arlo asked after approaching her quietly, making her snap back into reality.

Y/N noticed the sparkle in her son’s eyes, the same eagerness she had when she was around his age.

“Bring Goldie over, bet she’d love to join them.” She’d call Cia to pick up her mare. As her ten-year old rushed towards the stables, her eyes moved back to Cillian and Thunder.

She wanted to suggest a break as he had been riding for a while, but after watching Cillian so at ease, in his element, she decided to let him set the pace.

“That was a smooth turn.” She praised tipping her head, caressing Thunder’s neck. “I wish I could keep him forever.” Emotions took over her.

Cillian’s brows knitted together in confusion.

“I’ll have to sell him to pay a loan I asked the bank.” Y/N explained right after. “Raising horses it’s a beautiful thing, but I don’t have a long queue of people asking for riding lessons and tourists visiting on weekends only cover for the basic expenses and cheques.”

Looking in another direction, Cillian wanted to find a way to support her, but he was lost for words… not that she was asking him for help anyways.

“Mum, look!” Arlo called from a few meters away, but as she turned around to see her son, her soul almost left her body.

“Goodness! Arlo sit down!”

His giggles should’ve calmed her, but deep down she knew it was in his blood.

Cillian tried to hide his amusement by caressing the horse’s neck, he didn’t want to interfere.

“I know what I’m doing Mum.” Arlo defended.

“Yeah, sure.” She retorted with sarcasm and Cillian once again found himself smiling.

As they rode, Arlo showed Cillian a couple of tricks he had learned from his mother, but also a few personal insights, like a time after having a nightmare and he ended up sneaking out of the house to sleep in the stables. He also shared with Cillian that his favorite part was handling the snacks and his least, picking horse sheet, that last part Arlo lowered his voice so his Mum wouldn’t scold him.

“I love Thunder.”

“Why did you use white paint on his forehead then?” Cillian asked turning his head to look at Arlo.

The kid laughed, the purest sound of the world and it made Y/N’s heart fill with so much she felt she could explode any minute.

“It’s not paint! It’s like a more or a birth mark.” Arlo explained ceremoniously.

Cillian already knew that, he saw it in one of the books he’d been reading. Thunder’s was like a star.

“Oh!” His eyes then found Y/N’s, and is if he could read them, he saw gratitude and surprise there. “Thanks for letting me know.”

“Anytime… I know loads about horses!” Arlo expressed excited, but then his features were shadowed. “But I don’t have anyone to talk about it except my Mum.”

That was a low kick in the stomach for Y/N, although Arlo was aware his father wasn’t around, she knew he wanted a father figure more than anything in his life.

“Think it’s time for you to do some homework young man.” She tried to brush away the discomfort.

With a pout he came down from the horse but obeyed right away.

“He’s a great kid.” Cillian admitted as they rode next to each other, after Y/N replaced her son’s spot.

“I’m terrified that one day this won’t be enough for him, he’ll go looking for his father and get his heart broken like I did.” But as soon as the words left her lips, she regretted opening up to him with something so personal, so intimate. “Sorry… would you mind if we go back?”

“Y/N, you have nothing to worry about, Arlo is a smart kid he’ll realize everything you did for him and his well-being.” Cillian assured her.

And for some unknown reason, Y/N believed in him. His words had a soothing effect in her soul.

“Thank you,” a tender smile decorated her face.

The attraction between them is undeniable at this point, they didn’t even realize how close their bodies were until Cillian’s words fanned over her lips.

“You’re an amazing woman, Y/N.” He whispered right before tilting his head and finding her mouth, tentatively, softly, giving into the feathery touch…

Everything happened so fast, one second his hand was finding the back of her head and hers his shoulders when Thunder got out of control right next to them, forcing them to break their kiss. Y/N took over gently, making the horse feel calm once more, she assured Cillian loud noises made him extremely nervous. And right after that, Renny asked her to check the filly.

The interruption taking away the spark that had been ignited.

Giving Cillian an apologetic look, Y/N went on to check what was the problem with the filly.

****

“He’s probably a bit shy, if you ask me…” Val trailed off as she got dinner out of the oven.

“But I wasn’t asking.” Y/N laughed out loud, Val following right after.

“Oh! But I don’t care if you ask me or not, all I say is… it’s been a while.”

“You haven’t been with anyone since Arlo’s Dad?” Willow asked from the opposite side of the kitchen pouring the popcorn she prepared for her and Arlo into a bowl.

“What are you doing there young lady? Listening?” Val asked her niece, she was staying at her place that weekend.

“You could use one of those apps.” Willow suggested.

“Enough, go and watch your movie.” Val took her by the shoulders to guide her out. “She’s right though, but I won’t let her know I agreed. So are you really sure there’s nothing you can do about Cillian?”

Y/N sighed, thinking about it. By the time she was done with the horses, Cillian was out reading something too focused to even notice her, so she thought it would be wrong to interrupt him. He probably just kissed her out of pity… either way she decided to not reveal that small detail to her friend.

“No, Val I swear I’ve seen him interacting with the horses, but he’s always so serious towards me.”

“Maybe he doesn’t know how to approach you.”

“Just leave it okay, I shouldn’t have been so involved that’s all.”

“Can’t you try to be a bit more positive?”

“And for what? He’ll be gone without another word, he just came here to learn how to ride… isn’t interested in having something with a Mum.”

“I’m convinced you’re wrong, there has to be an explanation.”

“Well, I will save myself from the embarrassment… he doesn’t want to deal with someone who smells like horses and barns 22 hours a day.” Y/N stated groaning at the amazing taste of diner.

Cillian paced later that night in his room, the script in his hand felt heavier than it really was. For the last couple of hours he tried so hard to focus, to repeat the lines the already knew so well but images of Y/N closing her eyes and responding to his kiss overshadowed any words Tommy Shelby could try to say.

It was so frustrating to remember the interruption because he wanted more of her lips.

He needed more of Y/N.

But now it felt so out of place to come down the stairs and say what?

Every single time he closed his eyes, he could feel her soft lips dancing against his, her sweet fragrance intoxicating him, he wanted his hands to explore her body, hear the little sounds she could make… all he got was a kiss for a mere instant, a small glimpse of what it could be.

And it was enough to shake him to the point where he couldn’t concentrate to rehearse his dialogue.

***

When Y/N knocked on his door the following morning curious when she didn’t saw him ready to ride, she was met by silence and an empty room. The bed was made and everything was in its place, but Cillian was nowhere to be seen.

Stepping into the room, Y/N called for him but after not getting an answer, she noticed a folded piece of paper on the night stand.

Dear Y/N,

I want to apologize first for leaving without letting you know, it’s still dark and I don’t want to wake you up. Then I want to thank you for showing me everything you know about horses, they’re truly fascinating creatures, with a pure heart, ready to give us all.

I came here with only one thing in mind; learn all about them, but as I got to meet you and see them through your eyes and the remarkable work you do in the sanctuary I got to face feelings I don’t know how to deal with at the moment. I know this is the worst way to express it, but I don’t feel brave enough to tell you while looking into your eyes, there’s this fire and passion in them that touched the deepest parts of my soul. Actually I was trying yesterday to run through the script but I wasn’t able to because I kept watching you whenever I closed my eyes… and it was too damn distracting for my own good.

Yes, this sounds terrible, I know. But I need to get this job done first and do it right, before my attention goes somewhere else, that’s why I want you to know how wonderful you are and how grateful I feel for everything you did for me.

If you want and if I didn’t mess this up, I’d love to invite you and Arlo for the first day of filming. Perhaps if you could see the dimension of this project, you could forgive me for leaving this way. And maybe we can see each other. I’d love to see you again.

I’m hoping you can give me the chance to properly explain the impact you had in my life.

Cillianx

Her brain went numb after that, everything was so confusing and she was torn between thinking he might like her but at the same time, Cillian didn’t show a clear interest because he needed to focus on his work.

But her confusion grew even more when she got a phone call requesting to rent several of her horses for a few months, they mentioned something about some kind of filming so she had to spend most of her day preparing the quotation to send it back, at least that saved her from having diner with Val, she wasn’t ready to answer the endless questionnaire about Cillian. And by the following day a group of actors were driven to her property to get riding lessons specifically from her, as well as a couple of stunt doubles that were casted, so they practically kept her busy.

So there she was showing the group how to ride horses while Brie helped her to direct the group from the ground, starting early and finishing once the stars started to shine, and just like she did with Cillian, she covered everything.

Two weeks later, Y/N was making sure her horses where in perfect shape, she had been caressing and brushing them in an attempt to calm her own nerves while she waited at the Black Country Museum for instructions.

“Hello, are you Y/N?” Asked a woman with a smile. “I’m Heidi, Cillian’s PA.”

Y/N blinked confused. “Yeah.”

“Personal Assistant.” Heidi chuckled. “They’re about to start filming, so why don’t you come with me, I got instructions to handle you these.” She then showed Y/N two cords with an all access pass.

“Nice to meet you.” Y/N smiled back.

“Wow! So cool!” Arlo took his immediately. “Let’s go Mum!”

This whole thing was so surreal to her, the lightings, the place, staff, extras.

“It can be a bit overwhelming, but after a while you get used to it.” Heidi explained as if she could read her mind. “Have you been to a shooting before?”

“Never.” Y/N explained shaking her head while her eyes were focused on a man talking to a girl, blowing something in his hand. Then, she spotted Thunder being guided by someone while Cillian was on top of him, he was wearing a suit and a peak cap, the back and sides of his head were dramatically shaved.

“First day is always the longest,” Heidi explained. “They’ll rehearse first the scenes and when they start shooting I need to ask you to be quiet because there’s microphones everywhere.”

“What are they doing?” Y/N’s gaze was divided between Cillian and Thunder.

“Look Mum! That’s Thunder!” Arlo squealed excitedly, pointing at their horse.

“It’s for the first scene, they put a spell on the horse….”

“They better don’t hurt Thunder.” Y/N warned, although she knew Heidi wasn’t responsible for her horse.

“Don’t worry, Cillian did a special request towards the horses… he was very adamant they wouldn’t get hurt.” She seemed to know everything. “If you guys are hungry, there’s food in the back, please feel free to get anything.”

“Thanks.”

She then started biting her lip. “Oh and Y/N? My boss asked me to keep a eye on you specially, he would like to talk to you after filming the sequence, so I’ll take your son for a tour if you don’t mind.”

That made Y/N extremely nervous, but she found herself nodding and looking once more towards Cillian who was riding Thunder bareback and he started to move back to the first spot again only to repeat the motion and stop right in front of the girl and the two men while the one with jacket started to blow something red into Thunder’s nose.

Then she heard Cillian say something she couldn’t hear from her place and children and women came out from the places they’ve been hiding.

“Perfect, we’re ready to start shooting, silence on set!” Called someone from staff.

And Y/N couldn’t stop staring at Cillian and how amazing all of this was, how immersed he seemed to be, but he found a way to caress Thunder between takes.

It took them several tries as a huge equipment followed Cillian and her horse, who now she knew was Monaghan Boy for the purpose of the story. She also learned Cillian was the leading role of this new series and how demanding it had been for him. The entire plot of the story resting on his shoulders.

“Cut! We’re done.” She heard in the distance and staff started a round of applauses.

Waiting in the trailer felt like she was trespassing, but Heidi insisted it was Cillian’s instructions once they were done with the scenes.

When she heard a click and the door cracked, her heart started beating faster.

As her eyes landed on Cillian her mind went blank, all the thoughts that had crossed her, all the worry that overshadowed her these past days, all of it was gone the moment she saw his smile.

“Hey…” Cillian stared at her.

“Hi.” She replied shyly.

“I’m so glad you came.” He took a step closer.

“Thank you for getting them to rent the horses for filming and the riding lessons for the cast.” She felt extremely grateful with him for doing that, the extra income allowed her to pay the loan she got from the bank without interests.

Waving his hand, Cillian let her know she didn’t need to thank him for that. “It’s the least I can do, after leaving the way I did… sorry about that.” Y/N was already shaking her head, but Cillian insisted. “Really, it was wrong but that was the only way to focus because you were so distracting,” he chuckled and she couldn’t focus on anything else than his velvety voice, “trust me, after that kiss…” subconsciously, his graze dropped to her lips.

Forcing herself, Y/N looked away from his piercing blue eyes.

She had been so confused for how he left and his letter, because other than the kiss he never showed an open interest in her.

“What is it?” Cillian asked when he noticed her expression serious.

“Just… something doesn’t makes sense…” Y/N folded her arms and turned towards the window. “I don’t belong on sets, I’m surrounded by horses all day.”

Cillian stayed quiet for a few seconds, trying to find a way to express his feelings.

“Y/N…” he touched her shoulders gently, tentatively turning her to see her face, “the second I kissed you, I knew it was you the one that I wanted but I was so scared at the same time by the intensity that it hit me with.” For a split second, Y/N looked at him “and I know it’s hard for you to trust… but to me this is the strongest I’ve ever felt for someone.” Cillian couldn’t help it but rest his palms on her cheeks to caress her skin with his thumbs. “Look at me and tell me you don’t feel the same.”

To say that she didn’t, it would be a total lie.

“I’m scared…” her voice was just a whisper, his was a soothing melody to her soul.

“That’s good, it means you care.” Cillian’s hands held her face firmly. “You know, while I was taking those riding lesson with an excellent rider… she showed me that no matter what we say or what we do, just like in a horse’s eyes… the answers are right there if you pay attention.”

The next thing she knew it was how different was this kiss to the previous one they shared, his lips moved against hers with a hint of security, firmly, kissing her with intensity… passion.

Her hands moved up to cup his face gently, fingers caressing the hollowed cheekbones and then up to the shaved parts of his hair while his locked on the small of her back. Barely breaking away the kiss to catch some air, Y/N smiled against his lips.

“Yeah? And what else did you learn from this horse trainer?”

Cillian growled, a wide grin decorating his lips just as in a surprising motion, he took Y/N by the waist to place her on the counter.

“A lot about myself,” he admitted giving her a small peck, “all about horses,” another kiss, “about life,” he tilted his head to kiss the corner of her mouth, “about love…”

“Hmm that’s exactly what I learned from certain someone who showed up in my place for a riding lesson, and it ended up being more like a life lesson.” Y/N brushed the fringe on his forehead to the side, for some reason it was a bold haircut, but she loved it how it looked on him. Adjusting her legs around his waist, to keep Cillian closer, his lips outlining her jaw. “I’m just worried about Arlo. You know my son is my world.”

Cillian looked at her with an eyebrow cocked. “I thought you knew I signed up for the premium lesson; horses, you and him.”

As they kissed again, she had to remember he was working. “I don’t want to distract you from your responsibilities.”

“It’s fine, I actually love having you here, would you like to join me tomorrow? We’re filming in an open field.”

As she nodded, Cillian sighed relieved.

And Y/N knew she had never been so sure of something like she felt towards Cillian. Because he understood her priorities and passion just like she was starting to learn about his for acting.

****

♥️ I hope you liked this two-parts mini series! I wrote it to celebrate the 10th Peaky Blinders anniversary 🥃 🚬 🖤

Thank you Heidi for the BTS photo!!!!! 📸

Bonus: The final scene 🎬 thanks Selene!

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Compromise

** Part Two of “Where I’m From” **

Top Gun: Maverick - Hangman x f!reader [no use of y/n]

2k || Jake never thought he would fall in love with the woman who cried on the first date he ever took her on, but here he was months later standing in her kitchen even more in love than ever.

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Genre: Fluff, slight angst

CW: swearing, kissing, relationship insecurity, mentions of past relationships (neglect)

Author’s Note: I just love this version of soft jake so much. And yes, this completely self-indulgent I am not sorry || cross-posted on ao3

Part One

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“I hate Valentine’s Day.”

Jake’s posture didn’t change as his statement filled your kitchen alongside the sizzle of uncooked batter hitting the pan. You wished you could say the same for yours. Smile slipping and shoulders slumping as you realized you had been getting your hopes up for someone like Jake, as chivalrous and kind as he had been these few months, to be as much of a hopeless romantic as you were. As if to accent your thoughts he added a damning, “It’s a consumer holiday.”

You swallowed a disappointed ‘oh.’ Then stepped around the breakfast counter into the kitchen to start setting the table. Jake gave the barest of a glance over his shoulder, but you made sure to turn your face away from him. Ever since the mess of a first date - or, rather, second date - where you broke down in tears at dinner, Jake had been the model of a perfect boyfriend. Sure he had an ego and would flirt with you at inappropriate times, but there was no denying that Jake was a gentleman at heart. He would bring flowers home just because. Every time the two of you went out he paid. Unless you put your foot down, then he would let you take the check. It opened the door to make that same joke about confidence being a good look on you.

A point you had begun to agree with. Having Jake Seresin in your life helped you grasp at the most basic staples in the concept of self-worth, particularly when it came down to relationships. Compromise did not mean turning a blind eye to your own wishes. Honest and open conversations were possible. Even more so, they were expected with Jake.

“I find it hard to believe,” Jake had said to you one night after a long day at work where the only time the two of you really had to talk was his impromptu sleepover. “That a woman like you spent so much time in a relationship and didn’t once stand her ground.” It wasn’t supposed to come off as rude as it had. That was just Jake. Blunt, coarse, and completely well-intentioned. That latter point was what you’d chosen to focus on.

“I don’t know what it is,” you had responded, tucking yourself in between his arms as far as you possibly could. “When I get into a relationship, I forget that I can be my own person. I try too hard to be the perfect partner. Like I’m only allowed to be an extension of whoever I’m dating.”

Jake had merely brought a hand up to trace your face with his fingertips and said, “I love you, but I would rather break up with you than ever let you feel as though you were nothing more than an extension of me.”

And that’s how Jake Seresin first told you that he loved you. In the late hours of a night where, just a few hours before he’d shown up, you had been crying over not knowing why someone would date you in the first place. Feelings of doubt and inferiority clawing at your skin, desperately trying to find a way to burrow in deep. How could someone who had been proven to be unloveable time and time again suddenly get so lucky? Of course, you didn’t miss the way Jake had used the words ‘break up,’ but the fact was that you hadn’t gone into a spiraling mess of negative thoughts. Instead, you let yourself cling to the knowledge that you were loved by someone you felt truly inclined to believe for the first time in your life.

A love that could last you through a lifetime of pancake breakfasts, you thought as you reached up in the cabinets to start pulling down plates, but your mind still lingered in the after hours of that first ‘I love you.’ The only thing that brought you back to reality was Jake sliding up behind you, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other reaching out to grab the plates you were fumbling with.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” He asked.

A dismissive hum escaped you. Force of habit. Hey, do you mind if I skip this intensive dinner you made to hang out with the guys? Hum. We can’t go out because work is so weird about us dating and without that paperwork from HR it’ll be hell to deal with. Hum. Thanks for giving me head, but I’m actually pretty tired now. I think I’ll just go to bed. Hum. Easier to avoid the conversation to confrontation pipeline. You had never been on the winning end of one in a relationship anyway. Jake had attempted to convince you otherwise but biting loneliness in comparison to a tenuous companionship felt like too much of a step in the wrong direction.

Jake said your name softly. Your eyes fluttered closed at the gentleness in his voice. “Hey,” he said, and you heard the clinking of plates being set on the counter next to you. “Talk to me.”

Arms opened; Jake used that to his advantage to swing you around to face him. You cracked an eye open. The hardest part about dating Jake was the talking. “Doll, if I did something, I want to know.”

Maybe because he always said shit like that. You felt the pressure of his thumb draw circles on your hip. This man had seen you naked. He had sat on the toilet while you took a bath just to talk. He’d mopped sweat from your brow and cleaned up puke when you had a stomach bug a few weeks ago. Yet nothing ever prepared you for the nervousness that kept creeping up during domestic moments like this where you were in his arms, and he stared down at you with the look of a lovesick puppy.

No one had ever looked at you like you were their entire world. You could feel the entire weight of it on your shoulders.

“Valentine’s Day.”

He quirked his head. “What about it?”

“I’ve never celebrated it before.”

Before you could turn your face away, Jake repositioned so that his forehead was pressed against yours and his fingers were massaging the skin on your waist. “Doll, look at me.” He waited for you to meet his eye then prompted, “And?”

“It’s stupid, never mind.”

“It’s never stupid if it means something to you, darlin’,” he said with that accent that made you weak in your knees. It was a good thing Jake was holding you up or you’d be nothing more than a puddle on the floor.

You bit down on your bottom lip. Embarrassment creeped up the back of your neck. “No one has ever done anything for me for Valentine’s Day.” You let out a sigh, but winced because it made you sound like more of a whiny high school girl. “I don’t know. I just thought - I’ve always wanted a cliche Valentine’s Day… gifts, chocolate, going out for dinner that’s way too expensive. With my other relationships there wasn’t much to celebrate… but with you, Jake, I want to.”

Jake smiled at you. That dazzling smile that made you nervous when you went out in public because it made you want to say something stupid.

“Okay,” he said then, at the confusion on your face, added, “We’ll go all out for Valentine’s Day this year.”

Guilt gnawed at your gut. He had sounded so adamant earlier in his dislike for the holiday. “But you said-”

He cut you off. “I say lots of stupid shit, doll. You really should know better than to listen to me by now.”

“I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to though, Jake.”

“I want to make you happy.” Jake leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. When he pulled away you asked, “Are you sure you’re okay with it?”

“Of course, I am. Where I’m from we go all out. Bigger the better in Texas.” You rolled your eyes at the cocky grin that settled onto his face. “It’s a compromise, darlin’. This year we go out and do every cliche imaginable. If it’s too much for me, I’ll say something. If it’s not what you imagined, you’ll say something. Then, next year, we can pick and choose whichever parts we liked and change what we don’t like. We’ll start a tradition that’s perfect for us. Sound good?”

You nod, matching his wide smile. “I would really appreciate that, Jake.”

“Plus, when would I pass up the opportunity to celebrate my girl?” He took a step back so your back pushed against the counter and he laid flush against you. “I like taking you. It gives me a chance to show everyone how much better I have it.”

You let out a laugh. “Jake!”

“I’m serious,” he said, kissing your cheek. Then trailed them across your jaw and down your neck. You weren’t paying attention too closely, too distracted by his tongue on your skin, but you could have sworn he ground gently into you. “I’ll celebrate you every day if you let, doll.”

You tilted your head to the side. Jake jumped at the chance to press more kisses to the exposed skin on your neck. “I love you,” you told him, your voice between a breathy mound and a dreamy sigh.

In shock Jake jerked away from you.

And that’s how you first told Jake Seresin you loved him. And the moment you realized the pancakes on the stove had burned to a crisp. Jake had too many stars in his eyes to pull the pan from the stove. Not that you minded. Cleaning up the mess was the least you could do after he went through all the trouble - no, not trouble. He cooked, you cleaned.

A compromise. The hallmark of a healthy relationship. Something you did for someone you loved, and you really loved Jake Seresin.

Bonus:

“What the hell are you doing?” You glanced over to the other end of the counter at Jake. It was taking longer than expected to scrape the burnt bits of batter from the pan, which should have given him plenty of time to make a new breakfast plan. Except for the fact that he looked elbow deep in a crime scene. “I’m making pancakes.” The batter in the glass bowl was a bright red. Alarmingly red, but Jake spoke as though you were supposed to know exactly what he was doing. “They’re going to be shaped like hearts.”

You shook your head at him, going back to scrubbing. “Try not to burn these ones then. That would be a bad omen.”

“Try not to distract me by being so damn beautiful.”

“Can’t promise anything.” You could feel his eyes on you.

“God,” he said, “You’re so fucking hot when you’re confident.”

You turned to look at him, catching his eye, and let a mimic of his smug smirk settle on your lips. “Focus on not burning my breakfast this time flyboy.”

He scoffed at the nickname but set his focus back on intensely stirring out the streaks of red dye in the batter. You didn’t even realize that you had food dye in your kitchen.

“Jake? You do realize Valentine’s Day is next week, right?”

“It’s not every day the love of your life tells you that they love you too. And if Valentine’s Day is celebrating your relationship, then every day is Valentine’s Day for me.”

“God, you’re so fucking hot when you use those cheesy lines like that on me.”

His eyes were on you again. Hotter this time. “Should we forget breakfast,” he asked. You slid your gaze back over to him. The pan splashed into the sink, splashing water up onto your his shirt.

“I have to go change this shirt,” you said in response.

Jake dropped the spoon. Globs of red batter splattered in all directions, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were too busy racing him to the bedroom laughing in pure joy the entire way there.

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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Perfect View

A Ballerina's Tale Instagram AU

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yournameonpointe: woke up to a bouquet of flowers and jackharlow blindfolding me and telling me he has a huge surprise for me. Next thing I know our asses are in Bali 😭

Valentine's Week is starting off right 💖

jessmichelle: Valentine's week sis??

yournameonpointe: my man celebrates me all week. truth be told he does it every day of the year lol jackharlow doesn't know how to go about just doing one day

jackharlow: just wait until later

yournameonpointe: oh 😏

kehlani: nasty asses

jessmichelle: jackharlow slide your brother my number. I need to experience this.

jackharlow: jessmichelle um idk if you wanna go that route

claybornharlow: jackharlow WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

jackharlow: claybornharlow 👀👀👀👀

blancathebaddie: not jessmichelle about to slide in clay's DMs 😭

jessmichelle: blancathebaddie I mean????? why not? 👀

blancathebaddie: jessmichelle because last time I checked you were still talking to someone

jessmichelle: blancathebaddie and suddenly I have amnesia

blancathebaddie: 😐

druski2funny: the bouquet I got waiting at home for you is bigger

lilnasx: druski2funny don't make me ask blancathebaddie for Panchito so he can bite your ass

sza: OKAY jackharlow I see you! Making sure my girl gets the best

jackharlow: sza she knows she's never going to want for nothing with me

blancathebaddie: lilnasx say the word and we'll pull up

jackharlow: druski2funny you got one more damn time

urbanwyatt: yournameonpointe you should have seen jackharlow planning out all this for you. talking about STRESSED

quiiso: I just knew he wasn't about to have any curls left because he was going to pull them out

yungskylark: had us ducking and dodging and hiding shit from yournameonpointe in all of our cars so she wouldn't find them

shloob_: jackharlow you still have gifts for yournameonpointe in my closet or did you forget?

jackharlow: shloob_ FUCK

yournameonpointe: jackharlow no worries, we'll get it later lol I appreciate the effort

druski2funny: I have gifts for you too y/n whenever you're ready

jackharlow: druski2funny and my gift is about to be me punching you in the damn throat

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yournameonpointe: This is literally something out of a dream jackharlow you seriously outdid yourself 😭

jackharlow: only the best for my baby 🥰

kehlani: slip me one of them roses, I got bills to pay

yournameonpointe: jackharlow stop making my heart go boom. I can't take it anymore 😭

jackharlow: yournameonpointe well we got a whole lifetime to go 🥰

yournameonpointe: kehlani bye lmaooooo

jessmichelle: that view is literally insane. ME WHEN?!

claybornharlow: jessmichelle if you call me back it might be sooner than you think

blancathebaddie: WHAT

sza: okay we making love connections under the sappiest couples instagram posts. I knew it was only a matter of time.

blancathebaddie: jessmichelle get your ass on facetime NEOW

druski2funny: the date I had planned for us was better

jessmichelle: blancathebaddie I can't

blancathebaddie: jessmichelle BECAUSE?

claybornharlow: blancathebaddie because she's talking to me

blancathebaddie: claybornharlow you mess with my girl, I will send Panchito. jackharlow let him know because I keep my word

jackharlow: blancathebaddie will you stop being so damn violent?!

blancathebaddie: jackharlow I don't know anything else

lilnasx: druski2funny yournameonpointe didn't want to go to KFC. Besides, jackharlow can probably get her meal for free.

kehlani: well damn lmaooooo

druski2funny: lilnasx how you know it was KFC?!

lilnasx: druski2funny let's be real. I was being nice and was about to say the dollar menu from McDonald's

sza: I AM SCREAMINGGGGG

jackharlow: druski2funny come on now. ultimate meal is her riding my face. yournameonpointe get over here 😏

yournameonpointe: jackharlow SAY LESS

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yournameonpointe: my forever valentine. how lucky am I to call you my husband? 💖💖💖

jackharlow: yournameonpointe and how lucky am I to call you my wife?

kehlani: SIMP ALERT. we love to see it though. jackharlow you're doing amazing sweetie (keep it up or I won't hesitate to jump you)

jackharlow: kehlani let me guess. you're calling blancathebaddie to help you?

kehlani: jackharlow you got damn right

druski2funny: and how lucky am I for you to call me your side piece?

sza: BYE DRUSKI 😭😭😭😭😭

jessmichelle: lemme borrow that dress tho.....

jackharlow: druski2funny remember when I said you got one more damn time? wait until our plane lands

druski2funny: lilnasx I need you to hide me

lilnasx: druski2funny you wouldn't have to hide if you stopped saying out of pocket shit all the time. jackharlow GET HIS ASS!

yournameonpointe: jessmichelle where you goin?

jessmichelle: yournameonpointe on a date

blancathebaddie: jessmichelle WITH WHO

claybornharlow: blancathebaddie yournameonpointe with me of course

sza: I see another Harlow wedding in the foreseeable future

jackharlow: sza SLOW DOWN! I HAVE TO APPROVE FIRST!

sza: jackharlow approve of who?!?

jackharlow: claybornharlow of course. jessmichelle is like a sister to me so I gotta interrogate him

yournameonpointe: jackharlow baby cut it out lmaooooo

urbanwyatt: jackharlow let me in on this interrogation

jessmichelle: yall better leave claybornharlow alone 😭😭😭

quiiso: jackharlow hold on count the rest of PG in too, say the word and we'll pull up

claybornharlow: seriously?! only yournameonpointe is going to defend me?! yournameonpointe: claybornharlow I always got your back, HOWEVER, if you mess with my girl I will cut off your fingers and you won't be able to produce another got damn song for as long as live. love you. jackharlow: WELL DAMN

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jackharlow: How I'm spending our last night in Bali with my baby yournameonpointe I got the perfect view 😍

jessmichelle: you know for her to always complain and scream about getting her hair wet, she sure doesn't have a problem getting it wet around you

jackharlow: jessmichelle her hair isn't the only thing that's wet 😏

blancathebaddie: jackharlow GROSS. CUT IT OUT.

yournameonpointe: jackharlow thank you so much for this much needed vacay. do we have to go back so soon?

druski2funny: yournameonpointe yes you have to come back so you can spend time with your side piece

jackharlow: druski2funny find me on your doorstep when I touch down in Atlanta

kehlani: druski2funny you just asking for jackharlow to kick your ass at this point

jackharlow: yournameonpointe if my baby wants to stay longer we can, just say the word

yournameonpointe: jackharlow YESSSS

blancathebaddie: yournameonpointe WAIT A MINUTE we are overdue for a girls day!

jackharlow: blancathebaddie push it to next week

blancathebaddie: jackharlow 🙄

yournameonpointe: safe to say first Valentine's Day as a married couple was a success 😏🥰

jackharlow: yournameonpointe not quite a success just yet

yournameonpointe: jackharlow ???

jackharlow: yournameonpointe once I get you pregnant, then I will consider it a success 😏

kehlani: oh good lord smh

yournameonpointe: jackharlow well shit, I'm ready when you are

urbanwyatt: here they go

jackharlow: yournameonpointe yeah, you'll be asleep the entire plane ride back 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

jessmichelle: OH

blancathebaddie: we'll be waiting for the I'm pregnant text in a few weeks

druski2funny: that's it. I'm making national side piece day.

lilnasx: druski2funny in order for it to be successful, you would have to be an actual side piece. yournameonpointe is not thinking about that big head of yours

jackharlow: druski2funny choose your next words carefully

druski2funny: jackharlow umm miss you. see you when you get back.

jackharlow: druski2funny that's what I thought smh

jessmichelle: yournameonpointe if druski2funny was your side, what kind of side would he be?

yournameonpointe: jessmichelle coleslaw

yournameonpointe: anyway come here baby jackharlow 🥰

jackharlow: yournameonpointe 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

urbanwyatt: DAMN! LMAOOOOOO

quiiso: everybody knows she HATES coleslaw

yungskylark: lmaooooo I can't deal

lilnasx: druski2funny that's exactly what your ass gets

druski2funny: aight imma head out. take a few days to think and reflect.

jackharlow: druski2funny and meditate on how she doesn't want your ass

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floursramona · 1 year

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Seeded

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Rating: G

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Fluff, a ridiculous amount of it, pining, canon-typical violence, flowers, I have minimal knowledge of the Star Wars universe, this may or may not be the beginning of a series, no use of pronouns, no use of y/n, some gendered nicknames, pre-relationship

Summary: Handing out flowers all day wasn’t exactly living the dream, but it got your bills paid. A stranger rolls through your neighborhood and you find yourself drawn to him. Oddly enough, he seems to feel the same.

Notes: This is my first ever venture into the Star Wars universe! Writing-wise, that is. I've consumed enough fic to last me a lifetime and I wanted to contribute my brain worms to the community as well. This idea came to me earlier this month, when I wanted to push myself to do something for Valentine's Day and now it's finally blossomed (ha) into… whatever this is. I may continue if I get an idea of where to go from here. Hope y'all enjoy and let me know what you think!

Cross-posted on Ao3

Handing out flowers all day wasn’t exactly living the dream, but it got your bills paid. Working at a plant shop was a unique experience and you couldn’t exactly say you regretted applying. On easy days you got to take your favorite post, and here you were, with a basket of cut wildflowers and enticing passersby to come inside. Your boss had always been eager to drum up business and what better than giving something away?

On the busy and overpopulated planet of Coruscant, most people didn’t spare you a second glance, but tourists were always willing to stop and take a free and beautiful flower. From there, it wasn’t hard to convince them to come inside to see the whole garden and the workers inside were masters at sales pitches. Almost nobody left without a new plant for their homes or a bunch of flowers for their sweethearts.

Standing outside a shop all day was rough sometimes, the sun beating down or the nasty smells but you always find yourself passing the hours people-watching. Even on your off time, you love sitting outside, making up stories and personalities for every being that walked your way. Which is exactly why, when you see the Mandalorian pass by you the first time, you are completely and utterly captivated.

It isn’t that you never saw warrior-types, no, in fact you’d seen many armored figures pass your shop. But you’d never seen one quite like this, covered head-to-toe in perfect, gleaming chrome.

The armor is the first thing that catches your eye. The second is his posture.

If you had a less careful eye, you would have taken one glance and thought that he was inexperienced. Untouched armor is a dead giveaway for someone who hasn’t actually seen battle. Watching him stalk past your shop tells a different story.

Even if he wasn’t wearing the armor, you bet he would still have that confident, broad stature. He isn’t peacocking, not strutting like he owns the place, but every bit of him says “I know who I am”. And Maker, do you like the look of that.

Your inner musings silence all at once when you see his helmet turn towards you. The T-shaped visor gives him an intimidating brow and you feel yourself freeze, unable to look away. He isn’t anywhere near you, at least 10 other people walking past, but you feel like the only two on the street. You wonder if he feels the same.

A hand grabs your shoulder and the bubble suddenly pops, a sharp gasp leaving your mouth as you turn around.

“Whoa! Didn’t mean to startle you,” It’s just your boss. You feel the hair prickle on the back of your neck and you’re tempted to turn back around, but he’s still speaking.

“What? Oh, sorry. Just a little lost in thought.”

He chuckles at you, shaking his head. “I’ve just come to relieve you. Go take your lunch.”

Nodding, you hand him your basket of flowers and try not to rush inside. Your nosy coworkers would want to know what had you all flustered and what would you say? An armored covered stranger walking on the other side of the street looked at you? And you couldn’t even say for sure if he did, because he wore a helmet?

You chuckle at yourself for being silly. He was just another tourist. You see plenty of attractive people walking down the street every day.

But none of them usually spared you a second glance, your traitorous brain supplies.

You shake your head to banish the thought, busying yourself with collecting your bag and credits where you keep it locked up in the back. You take your leave without saying anything, sure that your voice would give your unsteadiness away.

As you walk through the busy streets, you can’t help but fantasize a little longer. What if that armored stranger had been looking for a flower shop? You can’t imagine him wanting a floral arrangement but everyone could use a plant or two for their backyard. Does he even live here or is he from another planet? A silly pang runs through you as you imagine him living off-world - it means you likely wouldn’t see him again.

This time, you roll your eyes at yourself, entering your usual cantina for a hot meal. As the smells overtake you, you force yourself to leave the silly thoughts behind.

“Hey hon! Take a seat and I’ll be right with you,” The kind barmaid, Giala, who loves to waste time gossiping at your table, greets you and you smile.

“You know what I want, Gee, I’ll be over at the booths. She grins back and nods, bussing the table in front of her.

You take out your holopad to scroll through the news, but it’s quickly forgotten. You sit facing the door and a rowdy group of what appear to be businessmen draw your attention. You do your best not to stare, not that people tend to notice you much anyway. You find yourself rolling your eyes again as you listen to their conversation, and this time it’s apparent because Giala walks up to your table chuckling.

“Those fellas are gonna be trouble, aren’t they,” she says, less of a question and more of a statement. She puts down your steaming hot bowl of… well, you weren’t always sure what was in it, but it was always delicious.

“Eh, perhaps, but those types are usually harmless.” You’re quickly captivated by your food, hungry after a long morning on you feet. Your spoon is loaded up and on its way to your mouth when Giala says, “That shiny one over there might be a real issue though.”

It couldn’t be. You turn your head- it is.

The armored stranger from earlier is standing by the bar. He’s obviously not there for a drink, too rigid and hands practically gripping the edge of the bartop. He’s scanning the room and once again locks glares with you, but the spell is quickly broken by Giala blocking the view when she crouches down in front of you.

“I overheard someone say there was a bounty hunter sniffing around. Wouldn’t you think it’s him, just by the look of him?” Her eyes look at you eagerly and you peer around her again to study the figure. He’s looking back down at something in his hand. Something red and flashing, the reflection showing on his visor and it clicks for you.

“He’s a Mandalorian. I think. Supposedly some of the most feared warriors in the galaxy,” Something stirs within you that’s not quite fear, however. “Do you still work for that sleazeball manager?”

You look back toward her but before she can even get a sound out, shots are ringing out through the cantina. You thank the stars that you got your usual booth today, as you hit the ground and drag your friend under the table with you. She’s whimpering and covering her face, but you’re carefully watching the running feet from your position.

Once the shots cease, which doesn’t take long, you hold just a bit longer. You can’t see anyone moving anymore, so you lean slowly towards the edge of the table for a better vantage point. You hear a few clicks and shuffling movements and when your head is out far enough, you see him again, arranging the cantina owner to drag him out by the cuffs on his wrist.

A few other people are cowering under their tables, and there’s some scorch marks on the walls, but it doesn’t appear that anyone’s actually hurt. Well, except for the scumbag the Mandalorian’s got cuffed, but the groans he’s making give away his survival.

The Mandalorian’s about to leave but he scans the room again, and, for what you hope isn’t the last time, meets your gaze. He nods- at you, you think? You hope- and leaves. For as intriguing as he was, suddenly you’re hoping that maybe he doesn’t pay your shop a visit.

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Of course, he does. Well, not exactly, but just about a week later, you’re stood in front of the shop again and you spot the Mandalorian on your street again. Your stomach does a flip, partially out of fear that you might be the next one in cuffs, and partially at the thought that you might not be entirely opposed to that.

He seems to be just as focused as the first time you saw him, but oh, how wrong you are. You’re staring again, you realize, because his helmet turns towards you, and your stomach is flipping again because now he’s making his way towards me, oh Maker, please tell me I didn’t commit some heinous crime in my sleep that placed a thousand credit bounty on your head and-

“Excuse me.”

You snap out of your spiral at the sound of his voice, a lovely, deep, gravelly voice-

“You work here.”

Fuck, you’ve gotta stop getting lost in your thoughts. He asked you a question. Except- he didn’t?

“Yes?” You manage to make your voice sound somewhat normal, if a bit higher pitched than usual.

“I assume you see a lot of people that go by,” he says and shit, it’s more than a little intimidating to have his attention on you. He’s fully facing you this time, only an arm’s length away. His hands are just resting by his sides, but the sheer amount of weaponry you see on him is not usual, even for this planet.

“You’re not here to arrest my boss, are you?” you blurt out and already you’re regretting it. He tilts his head at you and it��s almost adorable, making you think of a confused loth-cat.

“I don’t think so. I’m looking for this man. I’m told he frequents this area, and I’ve seen you out here every time I pass by,” he takes out a device that lights up with a hologram of a scruffy-looking human. Sure, you’ve seen him before, but wait- every time he’s passed by? As in more than once?

“I thought you found your bounty when you shot up the cantina last week,” and you reprimand yourself again mentally. Sure enough, he doesn’t seem happy with your phrasing when he shifts to cross his arms.

“Sorry- ‘shot up’ is a bit much. I just meant- I don’t always see that kind of… excitement around here. And we don’t exactly get a lot of folks who look like you either. So it’s a bit strange seeing you back so soon. W-why are you back again?” you’re babbling, and you know it.

He doesn’t need to answer the question and yet he does, “I was completing a job and now I’m here for another one,” he lifts up the hologram again, “Do you know this man?”

“‘Know’ is a strong word. Have I seen him? Of course,” and you go on to describe how he often slinks around, a pickpocket who preys on the unsuspecting tourists of the area. You babble on far too long with a description of the habits you’ve picked up merely by observing, his full attention overwhelming you into running your mouth.

“Thank you,” the Mandalorian says, when you finally finish. He tucks away the hologram device but he stays standing there for another second, just looking at you. Waiting for what, you’re not sure. He’s already asked what he needs for you. Maybe he would have said something, but you beat him to it.

“Would you like a flower?” You curse yourself internally, you really just say the stupidest shit when you’re flustered. He’s still just standing there, fuck, fuck, please respond-

“I don’t- I don’t need a flower,” he says, hesitantly.

You scramble through your basket for the right bloom, something not overly feminine, something that would fit his personality, something that’s not already dying and there-

“Here,” you thrust your hand out awkwardly at him, “just take it. A-as thanks.”

He cocks his head again, as if confused. “For what? I was the one seeking information.”

“For getting rid of that asshole. In the cantina? He was a real scumbag and treated my friend like shit. I don’t know what kind of price was on his head, and I don’t know what you did with him, but the planet’s better without him. So thanks for that… you, uh, did a good job.”

He stays silent this time and Maker, that blank stare just pierced right through you. Before you lose your nerve, you reach out and wedge the stem in an empty slot of his bandolier. It looks almost silly, on a man so threatening but also fits in a strange sort of way. The spray of light blue blends quite nicely with the rest of his ensemble and the small buds don't actually attract too much attention. It reflects on his chest plate and you let yourself admire him for another moment.

“Thank you,” he finally says, interrupting your unashamed ogling. “For your time and your token.”

“Anytime, Mandalorian.” The grin comes easily to your face.

He turns to leave but not before studying you for another moment and saying, “May our paths cross again someday.”

You watch him walk away and wonder if he really means it.

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#i write things #mando x reader #mando x you #din djarin #din x reader #din x you #din djarin x you #fluff #hope i'm not missing any other tags #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader

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confusedblakex · 1 year

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The Tears Fall

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki X (Male) Reader Angst

Summary: You may or may not love your best friend, you may or may not know how to cope with these emotions...

Wordcount: 1117

Warnings: Internalised homophobia, hidden feelings

Requested by: No one

Inspired by: Nothing

Notes: An idea I've had for a while, but I've always found the hanaki desiese to be a bit too all or nothing - so this was a really good solution

Last edited: 07th April 2023

Part 1 - Part 2 - Good Ending - Bad Ending

Shoto Todoroki wasn’t at all perfect. But he was to you.

He was cold and aloof and dense, but he was kind and gentle and complex and… so beautiful. You didn’t mind slowly snaking your way through the walls around his heart; you didn’t mind taking hours and hours to talk to him with the sole goal of understanding him more.

And you did. Slowly, in the first few weeks of school, you got to know him. At first, the class thought you were intimidating. After all, you were one of the more ‘posh’ students of the class and you did take time to choose your friends. But you knew that immediately Shoto was someone you’d want to be friends with.

It took time, but it was worth it.

You were the first person to see him truly smile, and that was an achievement you wore like a medal of honour. He would always go to you for anything first - even before Midoriya. You were flirtatious with him and he would occasionally reciprocate, it was as rare but beautiful as a shooting star.

And so slowly, your friendship became something closer. Something that eventually became love.

Japan was never the most accepting country - it was something you were ashamed of - and despite the great progress in equality in recent years, there was still a stigma of queer relationships in the high class. You knew that wouldn’t change in your lifetime.

So it was something you kept to yourself, your secret love for your closest friend. Something you were never going to tell, not him at least. But it weighed on you.

“Hey, (y/n),” Izuku had asked you one day, “are you alright? You’ve seemed pretty… down recently,”

He picked his words with intention, very annoyingly specifically.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You quickly brushed it off, “How about you?”

“I’m worried about you,” he said quietly, making sure only you could hear, “I know that you’re close with Todoroki and all, but I’m here for you if you need me,”

It was odd, to say the least, but you couldn’t ignore the gratitude and pain within you.

“Thank you, Izu, I’ll keep it in mind,” You said, offering an appreciative smile. Izuku returned it and went back to Uraraka and Iida.

And it continued that way for a while. You never thought that it would get too difficult to keep a secret. You never thought that it would weigh on you to the point you needed to say something.

On Valentine’s Day, when you thought it would be the most inconspicuous time to ask, you found Shoto and interrogated him about his romantic life.

“Hey, Shoto,” You greeted at lunch that day, “How you doing?”

“Neutral, a bit annoyed,” He replied, “Valentines gets on my nerves,”

“Oh? How come?”

“Relationships are a pointless distraction, ultimately meaningless, and more often than not end in heartbreak,” He said, his tone unchanging, “Valentines is just a way to commercialise and make money from it,”

“I do get your point, but - if you ignore the day specifically - don’t you have your eye on anyone?” You asked, trying to phrase it in a way he wouldn’t reject.

“I don’t understand,”

“Do you have a crush on anyone?” You rephrased again.

He stared at you for a moment, hesitated almost.

“No.”

And then continued eating.

You sighed. That wasn’t the worst by any means. In fact, that was quite possibly the best answer you could get, as it saved you from heartbreak. But it only seemed to weigh you down even more.

That night, you found yourself glaring at your phone. The offer that Izuku had extended only weeks earlier still played on your mind, and now it was the only thing you could think of.

He’d understand, right? He was by no means upper class and therefore would have no reason to hate you for it, and he definitely wouldn’t betray you and tell Shoto. With a sigh and a hint of reluctance, you typed the message out. You explained everything, told him how you felt, put it out in the open and, therefore, admitted it to yourself.

It was a difficult message to write, explaining your feelings for Shoto and how he didn’t seem to understand what he himself felt. You explained the upper class and their strange hatred of queerness, how you were afraid of what you felt and even more afraid of rejection. You felt weak, and you hated it.

But it made you feel better.

When the first reply came through, you couldn’t put your phone down, the conversation flowing like a cascade of all of the thoughts and feelings you kept trapped in your head.

The very next day, Shoto came to you after school.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked, the casual tone feeling so easy.

“Yes, and I apologise for yesterday,” he said “I didn’t understand what you were trying to ask,”

Oh. So perhaps there was something.

“I am currently in a relationship with Momo Yaoyorozu, soon to be engaged,”

“I see…” You murmured, trying to mask your sadness with something akin to scepticism, “Well, why didn’t you say anything?”

You asked loudly with a playful undertone and invited him out for soba to ‘celebrate’, ignoring the tears that threatened your eyelids with pangs of stinging.

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The soba was lovely, and being around Shoto was always nice, but now it was so bittersweet. Your eyes had yet to stop stinging, but there was also a scratching sensation now there too. It burnt in your chest, and you found yourself having to make an excuse to leave a bit earlier than planned.

The moment the door was closed behind you and you were far enough away from Shoto, your concealed emotions came flooding in. Tears fell, at first an odd few but then like the rain that accompanies a storm.

You could see nothing but brightness and feel nothing but the pain of scratching at your eyelids. But some of your tears were glowing. You rubbed at your eyes with your sleeve as the tears slowed, looking down at the carpet and finding glitter - or at least what seemed to be glitter. The closer you looked, the more you understood.

You picked one up and balanced it on the tip of your finger. It was a minuscule star, glowing a gentle orange. It felt like glass against your skin. In anger, you flicked it across the room only to hear it shatter against the wall.

This wasn’t fair. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to cry.

But you couldn’t afford to anymore. This is where fate had led you.

#star tears #hanahaki #x reader #x male reader #shoto todoroki #shotou todoroki #todoroki x reader #mha #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #angst

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warp--space · 2 months

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Vows

“Hey papa, did you and dad ever renew your vows?”

Toshinori nearly dropped the plate he was holding and his eyes flew to Hinata, his twelve year old daughter, who perched suspiciously daintily on the kitchen table.

“...Little shit, didn’t even hear you come in. Should you really be using your powers to sneak up on your parents like that?”

She rolled her eyes. “Didn’t answer my question.”

The villain sighed, going back to doing the leftover dishes. “Technically, every time we get married in a new timeline it’s a renewal of our vows.”

“Okay, but what were your FIRST vows?”

Toshinori thought about it, speaking softly. “... I suppose the first vow I ever made to Rian was that I promised to protect his sister. That was a lifetime before we got married…”

He sighed. “When we first got married… it was as villains, in the bar. I don’t think we ever managed it as heroes… we vowed to support each other in all our endeavors. To never give up on one another, and to never lose the faith we’d built up. To protect each other, and those that followed us, with everything we had. We vowed to remain devoted until the day we were both in the dirt.”

The young girl looked at her feet as they swung back and forth, obviously considering something deeply involved. Toshinori simply shrugged, finishing his chore.

After a moment, Hinata boosted herself onto the counter next to him. “And… you’ll promise the same stuff when you get married again, right?”

“Naturally.”

“That’s good.”

The older blonde quirked an eyebrow. “Why are you bringing this up tonight? I get that it’s Valentine's day, but you aren't usually this… sentimental about things you haven’t seen.”

She quirked her eyebrow as well, like a mirror image. “Because… I’ve never gotten to be old enough to love someone like you and Dad love each other. There were times where I MIGHT have felt something like that, sure, but… not strongly enough to kill for.”

Toshinori thought, for a second, about pointing out the way she trailed after Midoriya and the miniature Todoroki… but instantly decided he wasn’t ready for that conversation and pivoted. “That’s probably for the best, little flower. Devotion can easily turn into obsession, and I don’t doubt that I'd sound a lot more like a lunatic if it wasn't for my memories.”

She giggled. “Dad’s already suspicious… but I think that he thinks that YOU just really like sunflowers too, and that’s why you always get some.”

“He should honestly be more suspicious about—”

“How you sleep together? How you sit with him in your lap? How you give him googly eyes? How you always make sure our bases have soundproofed Master bedrooms? How you have a budget specifically for—”

The older man grumbled, ruffling the girls hair as she giggled. “Mouthy little shit… Twelve year olds aren't supposed to comment on their parents’ sex lives, Hinata.”

The young girl just laughed, wiggling away. Then, she stopped, looking up at him. “...You know… we should tell Dad more about me.”

“... I agree. But we have to do it carefully. Not just all at once.”

“Aren't you going to ask him to marry you?”

Toshinori blushed. “It’s… not the right time yet. I have a date in mind for a wedding, and if I ask now it’ll be too fast.”

“I mean… that depends on the day, I think.”

The older man froze, heat rising up behind his eyes as he slowly glanced back at the sound of footsteps. There, walking slowly from the kitchen doorway, was Rian. He had obviously just ended his shift at the bar downstairs.

And his face looked as red as the blonde’s felt.

The girl’s eyes darted back and forth quickly, before she slinked down from the counter. “Oh boy! I better go watch TV!” She announced loudly, darting out of the room.

Silence.

An awkward cough.

Rian fidgeted, looking frantically around the room. “S-so… what day were you thinking of…?”

Toshinori leaned back against the counter, his voice more gruff than he would have liked. “April First.”

The brunette blinked lamely, then looked up. “Why April first? I mean... be a use it's the day you saved me?”

“... Because if enough of our lackeys think it’s a joke, we might be able to keep the party small.”

One beat.

Then two.

Then the younger man burst out laughing, soon joined by his taller counterpart.

“Do you at least have a ring…?” Rian asked shyly, wiping his eyes.

The blonde smiled fondly. “Yes, but since I've had it for three years, we might need to get it fitted.”

The smaller man blanched. “THREE…?”

“The timing never felt right, Kitten!”

“W-well does it feel right NOW?!”

“... If you’ll say yes.”

Rian slowly looked up, his hazel eyes crinkling as he smiled. “...Always. Toshinori... I already vowed to dedicate my life to you years ago... And I don't plan to break that promise.”

#rian posting #antis dni #smitespace #toshinori's divine commentary #oldspace #yagi family story

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killuagirly · 3 months

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Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler Masterlist

⁀➴ Ah, I see you're interested in what's on display. Look around, I try my best to keep everything in check.

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Requestable so far: Ciel Phantomhive, Sebastian Michaelis, Elizabeth Midford, Baldroy, Mey-Rin, Finnian, Snake, Joker, Beast//Mally, Dagger, Doll, Wendy, Peter, Jumbo, Alois Trancy.

Don't forget to check the requesting rules in the Intro post before requesting!

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Phantomhive Household[Separate] x F[?]Reader

It's Valentine's Day!~ Your favorite characters' time to shine when confessing their love for you. How might they go about it?

Ciel, Joker, Dagger[Separate] x F!Reader

What does your dearest lover think in the scenario where you have no eyesight, yet manage your way around naturally?

Ciel, Finnian, Alois, Joker & Dagger x F!Reader

How would your boyfriend react in the situation of finding you fast asleep over a book, your glasses hanging slightly off your face after searching for you?

Snake x F!Reader

You arrive as a new addition to the Phantomhive staff shortly after Snake, bringing your productive habits and sweetness with you. Everyone at the manor is grateful for your presence, especially a certain scaley boy falling harder for you by the day.

Ciel, Alois, Joker & Dagger[Separate] x Reader

In a universe where you are bound to one another by some circumstance, what might your soulmate think upon your first meeting?

Ciel & Joker[Separate] x Reader

After gaining the knowledge that you, their lover, runs an orphanage, they decide to go for a visit and see for themselves.

Finnian x F!Reader

What's it like when our beloved strawberry blonde Finnian, goes on a case with his younger master and ends up meeting a girl who's been through the same things as him along the way?

Ciel, Sebastian & Alois[Separate] x Reader

As a part of a modern-day 'time traveler organization', you had gotten yourself the opportunity to meet Ciel, Alois, and Sebastian in person. What will you do with this once-in-a-lifetime chance?

Yandere!Noah's Ark Circus[Separate] x Reader

Noah's Ark Circus members[Separate] seem to have a thing for you, but it only gets worse as you don't notice their obvious attempts to court you. What might they do in return?

Noah's Ark Circus Boys[Separate] x F!Reader

Our lovely boys with you, - their girlfriend - who is skilled in the arts and crafts department. What would they think about your artistic talents?

Joker, Dagger, & Snake[Separate] x F!Reader

What would your protective beloved do in a situation where someone dares to say something uncalled for toward you?

Yandere Peter x F!Reader

Whilst you were eating dinner in the mess tent, Peter notices another performer staring your way with a love-struck look. You were meant for his eyes only, and anyone else was considered in the way.

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#KilluaGirly #Masterlist #X Reader #Yandere #Kuroshitsuji #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji: Phantomhive Household #Kuroshitsuji: Book of Circus

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Year of the OTP challenge 2023

So I post a lot of my fanfics on here to share with everyone because well I write them when I'm inspired. That being said last year my dear friend @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea convinced me to sign up for the @yearoftheotpevent challenge which was unlike any I'd ever taken the opportunity to participate in before where each month you were given prompts to use as guidelines and tell stories with them. I decided at the beginning to go with something that told a WinterIron story from a beginning and over the months evolved through a year's time (or I should say two timelines as the story truly begins decades earlier and is mixed with the 'present'). Throughout the year the story took a lot of twists and turns becoming it's own epic thing in it's 12 different monthly story installments telling a larger picture for these two along the way. It's a lot of story because well it took a whole year to produce and develop, but it's one that I'm particularly proud of because it was a HUGE accomplishment for me that I can proudly say I finished. With that in mind if anyone likes WinterIron and is looking for something with some length behind it to give them a read through the colder time of year, then I welcome everyone to take a look at this year long project under the cut as I had a lot of fun with it!

Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read this one and encourage me along the way in writing. It was truly a once in a lifetime adventure challenge and so much fun! I learned a lot about myself as an author through it and I would encourage anyone up for a challenge to give it a try in the future as well!

Year of the OTP challenge 2023

For the year of the OTP challenge there will be a story each month tied together by the one shot chapters. They will be listed below:

January: First Meeting(Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Rating T) Bucky Barnes is living a life of solitude on the run and hiding from Hydra in the hopes that he can find his way back to himself and his freedom again. On his path to freedom, Bucky encounters a younger Tony Stark hiding out from danger and hoping Bucky will play along in helping him escape the threat he's facing. When the two share an unexpected first meeting sparks fly and it opens the door to something more for each of them moving forward.

February: Surrender (Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Rating M) In the present day Tony wakes up handcuffed to a bed beside the last person he imagined finding in captivity. Together they are forced to face some unfamiliar feelings with one another while in the past Tony spends Valentine's Day morning with someone he realizes he can't live without. Both experiences open the door to something bigger than Tony had imagined possible.

March: Happy Birthday Baby (Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Rating E) Tony's unable to shake the aftermath of his time spent in captivity with Bucky. When Tony's feelings for Bucky prove to be more than he was prepared to face, Tony looks deeper into the past to discover a shocking reminder of a life beyond his reach. In Tony's search for the truth, he uncovers a secret that could change life for everyone around him.Meanwhile in the past Tony takes Bucky to meet his parents during a weekend retreat, but will their journey together prove to be nothing more than a disaster waiting to happen as a face from the past threatens their future together?

April: Turning Point (Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Rating E) In the present Tony reaches out to an old alliance to cope with the new truths he's uncovered about those he trusted. While revisiting those missing pieces of his past, he finds himself facing a darker truth about those people in his life he'd come to believe held his best interest at heart.

May: The Break (Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Rating E) In the aftermath of what happened the night of Tony's big presentation, Tony makes a hard choice about the future where his relationship with Bucky is concerned. Pushed into a corner, Tony makes a difficult decision that takes him back down a dark road while Bucky deals with the aftermath. Longing to be together, Bucky and Tony work to find a way to return to what matters most to them in their relationship.

June: Right Here Waiting (Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Rating M) It's June and Steve's still struggling with coping over discovering the truth about Bucky and Tony's relationship. When Pepper plans a post-birthday celebration party for Tony's birthday to bring everyone closer together, the scene erupts when tension reaches a boiling point. In the aftermath Tony takes matters into his own hands and has a few surprises in store for those around him. After a tense night at the tower, Tony takes Bucky back to where it all began for them decades earlier. As they explore the past they left behind them, Tony decides to take Bucky to his very first Pride where the two share a day filled with romantic surprise

July: Betrayals (Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Rating E) Steve learns a horrific truth from the past that threatens to destroy the future. With the Fourth of July around the corner Bucky and Tony make plans for the future before their conversation leads them to the past where things become increasingly complicated.

August: If I Could Turn Back Time (Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Rating E) In the past Bucky's dark history comes back to haunt him in the worst possible way. Meanwhile in the future Tony and Bucky are headed towards happily ever after when tragedy strikes under suspicious circumstances and Loki decides its time to intervene on his friends' behalf to make things right for them once and for all in ways that could change everything forever.

September: A Whole New World (Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Loki/Rhodey Rating E) Loki and Rhodey discover what other changes have been made to the new world that their journey into the past has created. Although it appears the world has become a better place in some ways, there are changes that leave them struggling to sort it all out. The quiet morning after Rhodey and Loki's return Tony and Bucky share some family time and discuss their friend's strange behavior upon returning from their honeymoon.

October: Making It Work (Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Rating E) Now that the threat to the future is out in the open, Bucky is struggling to make things work with the addition of the latest team member's arrival. After the TVA put one of their own into the scene, it feels as all the rules have changed with Bucky trying to figure out what comes next for him and the team. Sensing his husband's discomfort Tony decides to take Bucky away where their time alone refuels and energizes them as they work towards deciphering the mystery that Peggy's journal and Howard's mysterious ending have left wide open for them.

November: The Center of the Universe (Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Rating M) Tony Stark has always had a complicated relationship with his father Howard. Even with all the changes that have taken place after Loki and Rhodey traveled through time and changed the future for the better with Tony's family like with Bucky, Tony is still haunted by the mysteries that Howard has left behind for him to unravel. Struggling to make sense of what's been happening around him, Tony finds himself plagued by dreams and memories involving Howard that could prove to play a big impact on his future.

December: The Beginning of the End (Pairing: Bucky/Tony, Rating E) In 1989 Tony Stark is convinced that he's found his soulmate in the man who rescued him at a low point in his life. From their first meeting sparks flew, but there's a part of Tony that's seeking out even more from his new roommate. Will Tony be able to convince Bucky to take things to the next level between them.After a year of ups and downs Bucky and Tony's story comes full circle as we travel back to the beginning to see where it all started before finding our way to the present where things reach the dramatic conclusion. Will Bucky, Tony and their friends find their way to happily ever after or crash and burn when the enemy's plans come full circle?

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