#we got microphones and this one is gonna be sick
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based on this hilarious video with Gianmarco Soresi whom I’ve been watching his comedy work for a few months now
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“What do you do?” The standup of the hour - the guy had introduced himself as Eddie - points at Steve.
Flustered at the attention directing every eye in the club to his table, Steve tries not to stammer as he answers, “Well, uh, I make movies.”
“Oh!” Eddie genuinely looks interested. “So you’re a director?”
“Yeah, pretty much. At least I started out as an indie, but I have a big project that’s out and a couple more on the way.” One table nearby claps and Steve tries to wave them off to stop.
“So what was that big project? Was it something we would’ve seen?” Eddie repositions himself so he has one leg up on the stool. Steve stares at how lean they seem with the tight black jeans. He’s got them daddy long legs. His brain suddenly burps out and it nearly makes Steve lose his composure.
“Uh, ha, I did The Final Bat. It’s on Shudder.” Steve shrugs nonchalantly, perfectly hiding his internal cringe. The horror genre is way out of his league and Steve’s already seen The Final Bat being on a few critical lists damning the title as another cliche-filled mess. He only did it because he had finally caved to Dustin’s pleading to make at least one horror movie.
Eddie, on the other hand, seems ecstatic by this revelation. “No way! That’s sick, dude! So the next time you make a horror flick, you’re gonna watch Blumhouse and A24 coming in at each other with steel chairs for distribution rights.”
Everyone laughs, including Robin. She smacks on Steve’s bicep with a wide grin. He smacks her back before he turns back to Eddie and clarifies, “I don’t like horror! I’m not doing it again!”
Aghast, Eddie throws an invisible hat to the ground and stamps on his feet. “Come on! Then what’s the point of watching the studios bite each other’s dicks off when you’re slipping out to watch - I don’t know - the Barbie movie! Now they’re just fighting for the next shitty horror movie to exist!”
Steve covers his mouth but fails to hold back in the laughter. Eddie’s infectious energy is starting to get to him. It makes his chest clench with something other than the usual pains.
Eddie patiently waits for the patrons to quiet down before continuing, still attentive to Steve, “I’m just wondering actually if you ever done theater class.”
“Sure did! Two years in high school,” Steve confirms.
“Let me guess, they did Hamlet?” Eddie raises an eyebrow like it’s meant to be accusatory.
“Yep, soon after I joined.” Steve nods, the memory of that production flashing before his eyes. It had its ups and downs but it was one of the most fun things Steve had ever experienced.
“No wonder they started as soon as your handsome ass walked in the club.” Eddie says low and flirtatiously into the microphone, staring directly into Steve’s eyes. It echoes across the room and back, bringing the howling laughter with it.
Heat crawls behind his face. Steve keeps his hands on the table, forcing down the urge to hide behind them. “I-” He stops to cough, “I wasn’t supposed to play Hamlet.”
Eddie’s eyes go wide, “What do you mean?!”
Robin answers loud enough for everyone to hear, “He was the grave robber, but the other guy who did Hamlet got into a coma a week before the show and Steve knew all the lines.”
“W-Woah, woah, woah!” Eddie holds his hands out, looking scandalous. He throws looks around the club. “Everyone, shut the fuck up right now! This is more important than caring about the rest of you!” Eddie drags the stool over and perches on it like a very much invested gargoyle, almost oblivious to the audience’s reaction.
“Okay, let me go through this.” He points at Steve, still holding eye contact as if Steve’s soul would provide the answer. “You weren’t Hamlet. You were meant to be the guy who gives him the skull to monologue. The OG Hamlet got into a coma for some reason-“
“Car accident.” Robin interjects.
“Yeah, no need to elaborate, ma’am. You, Steve-” Eddie breaks off for a second, holding back a laugh of his own. “You somehow knew all the Hamlet lines because you were waiting to skin OG Hamlet’s head and make his skull yours to do the monologue.”
There’s a scandalous outcry from all tables. Even when they mostly calm down, Steve uses the growing anticipation to ‘think’ about what Eddie just said before he casually shrugs and says, “Sounds about right.”
Eddie drops his face into his arm, letting everyone laugh at him. Steve lets himself break, his laughter bubbling out of him in a way that doesn’t sound so self-deprecating or hollow. If he was in a cynical mood, he would’ve thought it was pathetic that the only person who made him laugh so lightly again was some random standup.
After a moment, Eddie finally looks up, his face broken in disbelieving grin. He chuckles into the mic and looks back at Steve, “Sorry, it’s just I hear some wild stories in the crowd some nights and I think yours takes the cake.”
Steve smiles, “Thanks, man.”
Eddie stands up back, half-leaning onto the stool. “Do you still remember those lines? To be or not to be?”
The whole damn thing. “Uh… some of it?”
Eddie’s grin shifts into something more mischievous. “Let’s see who knows more.”
A collective oooh goes around the room, including Robin. She already has her phone out for recording. Steve rolls his eyes at her and takes a quick sip of his water. He clears his throat and starts, “‘To be or not to be, that is the question.’”
“‘Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer, the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune..’” Eddie says without missing a beat.
Oh, he thinks he knows it all. The sense of competition that Steve thought had died out with his future of a sports career reignites in his chest. He sits up even straighter. “‘Or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them.’”
“‘To die-to sleep, no more.’” Eddie slowly walks over to the edge of the stage, “‘And by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.’”
“'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd.’” Steve almost shivers as he recites the line, uncertain if it’s from the club’s cooling temperatures or the intense gaze from Eddie’s eyes. “‘To die, to sleep.’”
“‘To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub,’” Eddie suggestively rubs a hand on his chest as he squats down. Steve’s eyes flicker to the hand, almost hypnotized by the motion. Nay, he shakes himself out of it. No distractions!
“‘For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil.’” It’s getting harder to remember the following lines. That hasn’t happened before. Steve has never forgotten the damn soliloquy in years, even when other people try to challenge him.
Eddie continues, “‘Must give us pause—there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely.’”
“‘The pangs-’” Steve feels his breath catching in his throat when he realizes, for the first time, what beautiful eyes Eddie has.
Oh.
Eddie suddenly perks up in excitement. For a second, Steve thinks that Eddie has come to the exact same thoughts for him. But then he remembers that he hasn’t completed his line, so Steve feigns defeat.
“I win!” Eddie stands up with a triumphant cry. He spreads his arms out to embrace the cheering whoops and applause. “And I’ve only got to play Hamlet in-” He spins around and crouches down so he can look Steve in the eye again as Eddie’s voice booms into the mic, “-FOURTH GRADE, MOTHERFUCKER!”
Steve’s not even mad. He just throws his head back, laughing and clapping along.
Almost too soon, Eddie moves on to heckle on another table. But he keeps glancing over at Steve, his smile widening every time. And Steve smiles back, feeling a laugh slip out of his slips at every joke. He watches Eddie more closely, feeling his heart pound faster in his chest the more Eddie stays onstage.
By the time Eddie has to depart and thank everyone for being here, Robin announces her need to go home and snuggle with her girlfriend.
“Man, that was the most I’ve ever laughed in this place.” Steve stretches his back, groaning at the little pops. God, being in his early thirties can be a bitch sometimes.
Robin only hums, moving her eyebrows up and down suggestively. Steve pointedly makes no further comment as he pays the tab.
Outside, the crisp night air welcomes him. Steve takes in a whiff, staring up at the light-polluted sky as he bids Robin a goodbye. Then he hears his name being called. He turns around and sees Eddie hurrying out the doors.
Steve feels a smile already on his face, “Hey, Hamlet.”
Eddie grins at him, teeth and all, “Hey, yourself.”
They stare at each other but it lacks the competitive intensity earlier. Steve likes this. But he already has a feeling that this won’t be the first time either one of them would challenge the other.
“Sooo…” Steve says when the silence stretches a little too long. He gestures between himself and Eddie, “Wanna restart our introductions?”
Eddie’s eyes brighten, “Yeah! Right, sorry.” He clears his throat and thrusts a hand out. “My name is Eddie Munson. Self-proclaimed comedian and musician. You may recognize me as the guy who beat you in Hamlet’s famous speech.”
Steve takes his hand. Eddie feels bony and thin, but large enough to fit perfectly into Steve’s palm. He tries not to sound so eager as he says, “Steve Harrington. Film director who doesn’t like horror. Believe it or not, I actually know the whole stupid thing.”
Eddie tilts his head, narrowing his eyes, “Really? Like, no offense, but even if you remember that much-”
“‘And thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry and lose the name of action.’” Steve winks with the Harrington Charm, smile and all.
Eddie stares at him for so long that Steve feels his heart racing for a different reason. And then, Eddie turns around and muffles a loud scream into his free hand. When the man turns back to face him, he’s sporting the widest smile Steve has never seen.
“You knew the whole thing!?” Eddie’s eyes sparkle with utter adoration.
“Yep.” Steve pops the ‘p’, grinning like a little shit.
“But why did you forget that line?”
“Let’s just say,” Steve squeezes Eddie’s hand, intertwining their fingers together, “I got distracted by the pangs of love.”
Eddie bites on his lower lip as he swoons his body over so they are pressing against each other. With half-lidded eyes, Eddie whispers, “You know that part is Hamlet referring to missing his dead dad, right?”
Of course Steve couldn’t help but kiss him.
#and now for something silly#as if i don’t always write something silly for steddie#klaus writes#steddie#stranger things
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Could you do one where Matt and reader have been dating for like, a year and reader has been in multiple vlogs and car videos, and the fans love her. So, when the internet starts going crazy speculating that Matt has a girlfriend, they do a podcast about reader and Matt's relationship and they're flirting the whole time, Nick and Chris can't stand it, jokingly, but put up with it. So, when they release the pod episode, the fans go crazy, and Matt and reader are just openly flirting with each other online and it's all just so cute and fluffy. If you can't, I completely understand. I hope you have a wonderful day and / or night! <3
sick ⮕ m.s.
word count: 759
warnings: swearing, mentions of kissing, scooby-doo reference
summary: request
a/n: this was so fucking cute, i loved writing it
everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.
“Good morning campers, welcome to the Cut the Camera Podcast. I’m Nicolas Sturniolo.”
You glanced over at Matt, eyeing his side profile as he tightened his arm around your shoulder and pulled the mic towards him. It was your fault the secret came out when it did, you made googly eyes at him every chance you got, and he knew every single time.
“I’m Matthew Sturniolo.” He said, looking down at you with furrowed brows and a soft smile.
“And I’m gonna be sick.” Chris said, your jaw dropping in amusement as you whipped your head towards him. He laughed into the mic and shrugged his shoulders. “It isn’t my fault you’re staring at Matt like the sun shines out of his ass.” He said.
You rolled your eyes and pulled your mic close to you. “And what about it?” You shot back, Matt scoffing and running a hand over his face.
“Well, I guess that is one way to start the topic. Why don’t we go ahead and introduce our special guest, Matt?” Nick prompted, Matt uncovering his face and adjusting his headphones. He looked into one of the cameras and smiled, looking back down at you. “Go ahead.”
You cleared your throat and looked into the camera, pulling your mic towards your face and sighing into it. “If you don’t know me, I’m Y/n. I’ve known these losers for a couple of years now.” You said, turning your head and smiling at Matt. “And dating this specific loser for a little over a year, and if it wasn’t for you meddling kids, we could have gotten away with keeping it a secret for a little longer.” Your eyes met the camera again with raised eyebrows and an amused smile. “No, in all seriousness, it’s funny the way everyone found out.” You said.
Matt chuckled and shook his head. “So, basically, this podcast episode is talking about how we met Y/n, how she somehow got stuck with Matt, and how you all figured out the secret.” He said, his fingers tapping against your arm lightly from where his hand was draped over your shoulders.
“And Nick and I are going to try and keep our food down while we’re at it.” Chris said. You rolled your eyes and adjusted your mic.
“Chris is just jealous, don’t listen to him.” Nick said, Chris scoffing into his cup. You threw your head back and laughed, grateful that the microphone only picked up the slightest sound of the raucous noise.
The pod went by smoothly, the four of you bouncing off of each other with jokes and stories that all of you loved. One particular story, you noticed, the fans were editing like crazy.
“Look at this.” Matt said, holding his phone so you could see it from where your head was laid in his lap.
“That isn’t how it happened!” Matt exclaimed, the camera panning to Chris rolling his eyes, and then back to you with your face in your hands to hide your embarrassment.
“That abso-fuckin-lutely is how it happened. You were walking Y/n out, and I ran downstairs to remind her to bring her camera the next day, and I caught you kissing her goodnight! Don’t tell me what I remember, that shit still haunts my nightmares.”
The edit continued, more clips of Chris rolling his eyes at the camera and laughing in slow motion to a song you couldn’t recognize.
You sighed and looked up at Matt. “Out of all of the stories we told on how Nick and Chris found out, that isn’t the one I’d expect to be blowing up.” You said, pressing the comments icon and smiling at all of the sweet things being said about your relationship.
“I mean, it is probably the funniest story we told, Chris was more animated than he’d been in a long time.” Matt said, liking the Tiktok and locking his phone. With his hands free, he traced mindless designs on your arm with his fingertips, and ran his other hand through your hair.
You hummed and closed your eyes, completely relaxing onto the couch. “I saw one the other day, and it was a gag counter. I think Chris hit like thirty before the end of the pod.” Matt said, a huff of air leaving your nose as you grinned and looked up at him.
“There’s no way it was less than fifty, it was ridiculous.” You said, Matt laughing softly above you and shrugging his shoulders.
“Not my problem we make him sick.”
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 hi, can you please make a story where reader is young like 19 or 20 and everyone loves her and she’s a pretty close friend with basically everyone in the wwe and one day she has a match with like Nia or someone else and she gets injured so bad that everyone around her is worried sick.? maybe she has a closer feeling with the judgement day or Jey but like if you can mention more wrestlers it would be amazing. Thank you so much. I love your writing 
i love this type of requests cause it makes me travel back in time when i was 13 and i used to play wrestling with my best friend (don’t do this at home) and i remember everyone loving me…anyway
sorry for making nia the bad one!
the judgment day x reader (platonic) / jey uso x reader (platonic)
home is where you belong
you never thought you would find it but you did. the place where you felt safe and loved, the place that you called home.
you’ve been wrestling since you were fifteen and once you got eighteen wwe signed you in. two years later now you were living your dream;
travelling from city to city, having sleepovers with your wrestling friends, gossiping about what people you shipped together, talking nonsense with seth rollins and having becky teasing him, watching and learning new techniques from jey uso, training with the judgment day.
everything was a dream for you.
the fans loved you. even if they weren’t fans about your character, they still liked your persona and your positive energy. you had no enemies, you pretended of course, but you had no enemies at all.
many elders took you under their protective wing and you couldn’t be more grateful.
you we are currently training with rhea as you had a big match against nia and you wanted to be ready. you both already knew that the judgement they were gonna help you win this match because, according to the script they had to ruin this moment for you and for nia, but you didn’t care because you knew how fun it was going to be.
so you were ready to kick her ass.
nia, otherwise, wasn’t as happy as you thought. the idea of losing against some teenager like you made her blood boil. she was more experienced than you so why would you had to win? plus, by getting helped by the judgment day?
she didn’t like the idea but she didn’t tell you.
she had something else in mind.
so you were getting ready, your make up flawless, your hair perfectly posing over your shoulders and a smile that could make happy anyone who met you.
you were so ready.
you heard the “boos” when nia entered the ring and you heard everyone cheering for you when you entered. that’s how it was supposed to be so why did she have an envious look in her eyes?
you pretended it was nothing and you started the match as it was supposed to go.
ten minutes later, the judgment day music echoing through the arena, just like the script said.
rhea distracting nia.
following exactly what the script said.
so what did go wrong?
nia attacked rhea. it wasn’t in the script but rhea knew how to handle situations like that.
you could tell by damian’s look that this wasn’t supposed to happen but you took it as an opportunity to distract nia and make your final move, move that made you win that match.
earlier on the schedule but still, you had your win.
“someone beat your ass…” rhea screamed into the microphone, unleashing mixed reactions through the crowd. everyone cheering for you because of your win, not everyone was happy with the way you won but still, you better than nia.
that set her off.
she didn’t like the idea of a teenager beating her but she hated even more the way the crowd laughed at her face, making her seem weak, not strong enough.
the judgment day were leaving the arena, just like the script told them to do after your victory, so what didn’t go as planned?
you were still in the ring, fans clapping for you, the referee still held your hand high and as you were about the leave, nia hit you behind your back.
this wasn’t prepared.
you fell to your knees and before you could do something she dragged you through your hair into the middle of the ring.
“nia?” you said almost too terrified.
the referee tried to get into the two of you but nia pushed her away, hurting her.
“who do you think you are?” she said hoovering you with her body.
“nia what?” you weren’t understanding. why was she doing that? she was your friend, she wasn’t supposed to hurt you.
“don’t act so dumb…” she whispered before attacking you.
for real this time.
nothing prepared.
she was really hurting you. your face first, then your stomach, she kept hurting you, punching you over and over until you couldn’t feel your body anymore.
your head and nose were bleeding.
referees weren’t able to stop her either.
rhea and damian were the first one to intervene when they saw that the referee couldn’t stop her.
rhea attacking her, the referees, trying to get between the two of them, so damian so that as an opportunity to shield you with his body. he could handle nia attacking him.
“damian?” you almost cried.
“hey…shh it’s okay, i got you” he said, slowly moving your hair out of your face and it was in that moment that he saw your bleeding face.
“dam…it hurts” you said clenching your stomach. he felt his heart breaking. the way you were clenching your chest, the way your hands trembled a little, your bleeding face and your eyes full of tears.
he was mad. furious.
“i know…ssshhh…we will take care of you i promise” he whispered.
the crowd was cheering, assuming everything was scripted, but there was an uncomfortable silence going behind the scenes.
everyone watching what was happening in horror.
becky had tears in her eyes and seth was trying to keep her and himself calm because he was mad. cody was speechless. jey ran out of his locker room just to be stopped by the security. dom and finn paralysed in their steps as they were watching everything happening right before their eyes.
that’s what it went wrong.
thankfully, rhea and referees were able to drag nia away from the ring. she knew she went too far but her pride was something she wasn’t willing to give up.
damian was still in the ring with you as medical staff came and assisted you.
you already fell unconscious when damian lifted you up in his arms and dragged you down onto the stretcher waiting for you backstage.
you were rushed to the hospital and honestly no one felt like continuing the show but they had to. jey was next but all he wanted to do was rush to the hospital and stay by your side.
you didn’t even realised that when you woke up you weren’t in some hotel room but you were in a hospital bed. your head still pounding when you remembered what happened.
the doctor told you that you had a few broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder,a broken wrist, a sprained ankle and a heavy concussion. not to count all the bruising and red spots forming all over your body.
then what you didn’t want to hear : no wrestling for at least four months.
your body needed to rest and heal first.
you were trying to hold in all the tears but eventually let them out when the doctor left your room. you were supposed to have your first main event at wrestlemania and now that dream was gone.
while still crying a soft knock echoed through the room.
damian first, then rhea with the rest of the judgment day.
“hey…” she whispered but her heart broke when she saw the tears in your eyes “why are you crying pretty girl?” she asked sitting on the chair next to your bed, followed by the boys who sat on the small couch right beside the window.
“bye bye wrestlemania…” you said with a broken voice.
everyone knew how much you’ve been waiting and wanting that moment.
“i’m so sorry y/n…” she said softly.
“its just it’s not fair…” you whispered “why did she do that? i thought she was my friend…i would have never done that to her rhea…never”
“i know love…because you know your value, you’re kind and sweet and loving and unfortunately you’ve met someone who thought about her ego and her ego only…” she said smiling sadly at you.
“what matters now is that you rest and take your time to heal” damian joined the conversation “you scared everyone back there…” he said making you smile a little.
“i didn’t mean to…”
“we know…or you could tell them that yourself” finn joked.
“what?” you whispered.
“everyone’s here…jey almost punched the doctor when they wouldn’t let him see you” dom laughed “becky is here with seth, cody and shayna are here too…girl you even scared gunther”
“i don’t believe it…” you laughed.
“we can make you believe that” jey said entering the room with a beautiful bouquet of red roses. everyone followed him too.
you were relieved in seeing so many people caring for you in a way not even your friends cared about. you felt loved and appreciated.
you’ve spent the next hour talking nonsense with them all and you almost forgot about the wrestling problem thing.
almost.
when everyone left for your check up with the doctor, the only one who stayed was jey.
he was the only one who noticed the shift in your mood and he knew what was like staying away from what you love do the most, so if you needed a shoulder to cry on, he was willing to do that, if you needed a friendly advice, he was willing to do that too.
“care to tell me what’s on your mind sweetheart?” he asked when the doctor left.
“i’m going to miss all of these…four months of not seeing you all days, no wrestling, no wrestlemania and probably no summerslam too…it’s just, i feel useless and empty not doing what i love jey” you confessed.
“you’re not useless at all, and it’s normal to feel nostalgic right now but it’ll pass and i promise you that you’ll be on your feet for when summerslam comes! i promise you” he said sitting next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder - the healthy one - “i wish i could have done something to stop her but i was the useless one…i hated seeing you in so much pain…she lost her mind and finally she lost her job too”
“what?” you whispered.
“yup! got fired…you know you could sue her right?” jey asked.
“i would never do that…”
“i know…you’re too kind for that…what she did was wrong and completely unacceptable but i’m glad you’re here…” he said softly kissing your head.
“ill be here for a long long time…this is my home after all” you smiled, making jey laugh too.
and it was in that moment that you truly realised how important those weird people were for you, and how important you were for them.
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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl
Summary: A night out with the girls leads to an even better night at home with your girlfriend.
wc: 1.3k
warnings: SMUTTY, touchy!nika, dom!nika, reader riding nika's abs, breast touching, slight fingering (?? i wouldnt even call it that, but i cant think of a better word), nika speaking in croatian because its hot as fuck
pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader
UConn had just beaten Southern California, and they wanted to celebrate. They were moving onto the final four and they couldn't be more ecstatic. They wanted -- needed -- to celebrate.
Paige had told everyone about a bar that isn't too far from campus, and the team decided to go. You weren't on the team but as Nika's girlfriend you obviously were invited. All the girls loved you, and you loved them.
You sat on the couch of your dorm, waiting for Nika to finish getting ready. The theme of the bar that night was wild west. You were surprised when Nika said she had the perfect outfit, you never expected her to own anything country.
She finally left the bathroom and looked at you with a smile. "You ready?"
You looked up at her and raised your eyebrows. She looked good. She had a white cropped button up on, a pair of light wash jeans, a pair of cowboy boots, and a tan cowboy hat. A sliver of her stomach was showing, revealing her toned abs and belly button piercing.
You stood up and walked over to her, placing your hands on her waist. "God, you look.." You just laughed and shook your head. She blushed a little and took your face in her hands.
"You don't look that bad yourself." You were wearing an orange cropped tank top, a very short pair of jean shorts, and a pair of sneakers. You didn't own anything country.
She pulled your face close to hers and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. She pulled back and let go of you. "We don't want to be late."
A low groan was heard from behind her as she turned around to leave. She looked back and shot you a small glare. "Sorry." You mumbled before the two of you left.
The entire night, you couldn't keep your hands off each other. If Nika needed another drink, you went with her. If someone called you over to talk to you, she went with you. The sexual tension was thick, you were practically walking through a cloud of smoke when you were next to each other.
A guy dressed in full cowboy attire went onto the small stage and spoke into the microphone. "Alright, y'all, we're bringin' out the bull!" The entire bar cheered as another guy rolled out a mechanical bull.
Paige came in between you and Nika and put her arms around your guys' shoulders. "If one of you can stay on it for 45 seconds, I'll give ya twenty bucks."
Nika immediately shook her head no, but you shot Paige a daring glance. "Bet." You said, the alcohol you ingested had given you the confidence.
You waited in line for your turn on the bull. Once you finally got up there, you straddled the machine. It started slow at first, but quickly picked up speed.
At one point you glanced over at Nika, and the look she was giving you sent chills down your spine. You knew you were in for it later.
To everyone's surprise except nika's you lasted more than a minute on the thing. Once you finally fell off, Paige came over to you with a 20 dollar bill in her hand, reluctantly placing it in yours. You pocketed it and gave her a smirk.
You went to turn around, but felt a pair of hands on your waist. Nika leaned into your ear and whispered. "You're gonna pretend to be sick and dizzy after that, and we're going back to the dorm." The tone in her voice was easy to determine, and your body shuddered.
"Okay," you said breathlessly. You did as she said, both of you playing off your departure as your sickness.
The two of you walked into your dorm, and you shut the door behind you. Nika wasted no time in pressing her front against your ass, pinning your front against the door. You gasped and your eyes fluttered shut when you felt her placing hot kisses on your neck.
Her hands came around to your front, one slinking up the bottom of your shirt to massage one of your tits, the other moving to unbutton and unzip your shorts. "Nika." You breathed hastily.
"Hm?" She hummed against your neck, her breath making goosebumps rise.
"Where's-" She slipped her hand down past your underwear and ran a finger through your already soaked cunt. You groaned, leaning your forehead against the door. "Where's this coming from?" You made out between breaths.
"You looked so good riding that bull, baby. I can't help myself." She husked. She gathered up some of your slick and rubbed small circles against your sensitive clit.
A low whine escaped your lips at her touch. She pulled her hands away from you, but before you could protest, she was already carrying you over to your bed. She set you down and laid down on her back next to you.
She pulled you onto your lap and hooked her fingers in two of the belt loops on your shorts. "Off." She tapped your hip and you quickly obliged, slipping the shorts off and tossing them onto the floor.
She brought her hands up and lifted your top over your head, discarding it somewhere. This left you in only a pair of white, lacy panties.
Your chest heaved as you stared at her, watching her deep brown eyes flickering from every part of your body. She bit her lip and put her hands on your hips, pulling you up to rest on her stomach.
"So wet for me, I can feel it through your panties." She was right. You were soaked. It was almost funny how quickly she could turn you on. There wasn't much time to process her words, however, as she used the grip on your hips to start grinding you back and forth.
She took the hat off her head and placed it on top of yours, in true "save a horse, ride a cowboy" fashion.
"Fuck-" You groaned. You felt her toned abs underneath you. You started moving your hips on your own accord, creating a rhythm that felt perfect against your core.
You ground yourself against her, the same way you had to while riding the bull. "Been thinking about this since the second you got on that machine." She said lowly, keeping one hand on your waist, and bringing another up to knead the skin of your breast.
You threw your head back, and the hat slipped off. "Yeah?" You somehow managed through your pants. You rolled your hips further, and hit a spot just right. Her belly button ring had brushed against your clit. Her name spilled out of your lips in an ungodly sense.
Nika caught onto what you were doing, and dropped her hand back down to your waist, speeding up your motions. Your juices soaked your panties and covered her stomach. She didn't care how messy you were, she was loving this.
"That feel good?" She licked her lips as she watched you. You nodded your head frantically, but couldn't manage any words. "Speak, baby."
"Fuck.. yes, Nika-" she thrusted her body upwards, making your back arch. "Shit- I'm close, baby." You whimpered.
She helped you speed up your pace. She felt your movements become more sporadic as you neared your orgasm. Sweat coated your body and you felt the knot tighten in your stomach. Nika could tell you were about to cum. "Cum for me, ljubavi."
Her speaking in her native tongue was enough for you to finally break. A string of curses, followed by her name left your mouth. Nika slowed the movement of your hips, letting you ride out your high, but trying not to overstimulate you.
You climbed off her lap and laid down next to her. She quickly got undressed, went to the bathroom and cleaned herself off, and laid back down, turning on her side to face you. You were laying on your back, your chest heaving. She gently cleaned you, trying to be careful around your sensitive area.
"Holy shit." You breathed out.
"Holy shit." She chuckled, wrapping her arm over your stomach and pulling you into her. You turned onto your side, tucking your head against her neck.
#nika muhl#nika muhl x reader#nika muhl smut#nika muhl x reader smut#uconn#uconn wbb#wnba#i love this woman with everything in me someone save me#wlw#lgbtq
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Drunken Nights (Hobie Brown x Reader)
Gender neutral reader
Word count: 2.1k
Sum: Hobie takes care of you after a long night out. Liquid courage reveals some hidden feelings. Reader has anxiety (Reader is a jumper (of conclusions :)) Fluff. Also, everyone is 18+ in this scenario. Some nakedness is involved but nothing crazy. Hobie is a big acts of service guy <3. Also, reader is a sweet, sweet summer child.
You were nervous, to say the least.
As you stood in line, waiting to get into the venue, you couldn’t help the racing thoughts that filled your head. Sure, you and Hobie had been seeing each other for a couple months now, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that your surprise appearance at his gig might be a bit too intimate for what was, initially, supposed to be a casual hook-up.
Coming out here, and seeing him perform in a crowd with his friends, felt like a step towards uncharted territory.
With a quick glance at your ID and a nod from the bouncer, you make a quick beeline to the bar. You order and chug your drink in quick succession, trying to calm your nerves and the spiral your mind seems determined to take you on. As you get started on your second drink, a pair of bright red Jordans comes into view.
“Sick shoes” you comment. Normally you would keep to yourself, but it seems your mouth and the double-shot vodka cran you just drank, have other plans.
“Thanks” the boy replies. Getting a better look at him he barely looks 18, and by the way his gaze darts around the room nervously, seems to feel just as out of place.
‘Welp’ you think while taking a sip ‘might as well keep the conversation goin’
“So, what are you here for? The booze? The people?”. Looking out into the hoard of heavily tattooed and pierced bodies and back to the boy in what seems to be… a school uniform? with red and black gloves?
“Though, I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that you’re not in it for the crowd”
The boy glances down at his outfit, then back up at you, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “Actually, I’m here to see the band playing tonight, but I got caught up with a ro-“ he startles as if saying something he shouldn’t have “I mean studying, that I forgot to change”
“Really?” You fix him with a surprised expression “Wouldn’t have taken you for the punk rock type, you a fan or something?”
The boy smiles to himself “Yeah, I guess you could say that”
“Well, the name’s Y/N” You hold out your hand to shake “and you? Fanboy”
“Miles,” he says sliding his hand into yours “Miles Morales”
**(the cutoff word is robbery) Also Miles is wearing black and red gloves cus he forgot to change out of his suit, oh miles, lol**
Just as you down your second drink and turn to the bartender to get a third for you and your new best friend, ear-splitting microphone feedback fills the room.
“Hello, hello, hello” the speaker on the mic calls out.
You’d recognize that voice anywhere. With your third drink in hand, you turn and look up to see Hobie Brown, looking unbelievably gorgeous under the bright spotlights. “The name’s ‘Obie, ‘Obie Brown and this is my crew” he waves a ringed finger at the musicians behind him “we call ourselves, Eradication!”
The crowd erupts into cheers and you swear you see a few girls swooning in Hobie’s direction. You take a deep swig from your glass, this, is going to be a looong night.
And with that, the band begins throwing themselves into the music. Everyone is amazing, especially the pink-haired drummer in the back, but nothing, or rather no one could compare to Hobie. Sure, he sounded amazing in the confines of your bedroom, but the stage was where he truly belonged. For the next few songs, you can barely take your eyes off him as he seems completely enraptured in a complicated guitar solo, sweat dripping off his forehead in a show of pure concentration. His piercings glint in the light as he head bangs and dances around, absolutely commanding the stage. He is, truly, mesmerizing to watch.
A nudge at your side breaks your rapt attention, and you turn to see Miles half-smirking at you.
“Someone’s got a little crush”
You scoff, trying to brush it off, but say nothing. He truly had no idea. God knows the alcohol has gotten you loose-lipped already and you don’t want to risk revealing more to Miles than he needs to know. Even with your silence, Miles seems to take this as a silent acknowledgment and chuckles at your blushing face, turning his attention back to the show.
By now the night is winding down and more often you notice the chemistry between Hobie and the drummer, as they jam out and steal winks and smiles at each other in-between songs.
Maybe it was a bad idea to come here. You take a look at your half-finished glass and begin throwing the rest of it back, because 1. Mama didn’t raise no quitters and 2. You weren’t about to let any of your 12$ investment go down the drain.
In the time it takes for you to finish and start paying off your tab at the counter, the band has already stopped playing.
“Thank you, thank you everyone. We hope you’ve enjoyed the show, Eradication out!” A final wave of cheers is heard from the audience, as the band jumps off the stage before they circle the band in a sort of meet-and-greet fashion.
Now! Now’s your chance to escape! Before you can even begin making your way towards the exit, a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you through the crowd.
“Hey, Hobie!” Miles greets “This is Y/N, they’re your biggest fan” he teases.
“Y/N?” a low voice questions.
You turn, maybe a bit too quickly, and stumble right into the arms of the person you were trying to escape. Maybe that third drink was a bit overkill. You steady, then look up to see Hobie’s lips curved up in a curious smile.
“Hey” you say shyly, your face heating up, but you’d sooner blame it on the alcohol than on the effect he has over you.
“Hey” he echos back. “I didn’t know you were coming, no calls or texts” he lifts his phone in mock hurt.
“I was trying to surprise you” you whisper, unable to meet his warm eyes.
“Well, you are without a doubt, the prettiest surprise I’ve ever received”.
And without breaking his gaze, he lifts your hand and places a soft kiss against your knuckles. Your heart stalls before remembering to beat. Hobart-fucking-Brown would surely be the death of you.
And with that, Hobie places a gentle hand around your waist and turns to introduce you to the rest of the team. There’s Fish on bass, Cedric on the keys, and finally the very talented Gwen on drums. Absolutely nothing can prepare you for the tight embrace Gwen wraps you in once the two of you are introduced.
“Oh my gosh, you’re the Y/N!!!” She squeals, giving you a wide smile and squeezing you even tighter than you ever thought possible.
“It is so good to finally meet you! Hobie talks about you all the time” she rambles “In fact, I just caught him grinning at his phone the other day, over a pic of the two of you. And sometimes I even catch him mumbling your name in his sleep after practice. It’s honestly too cute, he really is in-“
“Okayyy” Hobie interjects, cutting her off “that’s enough out of you Gwendy”
“Oops” Gwen snorts “sorry bout that, I can get a little carried away sometimes”
You turn to grin at Hobie, half-whispering “I like her honesty”. Hobie just shuts his eyes, shaking head in utter disbelief.
The rest of the night goes without a hitch. You all do a round of shots together (which might be a bad idea, but fuck it). You and Gwen bond over female rock bands and tease Miles over his obsession with action figures. And Hobie holds your hand the entire time, looking at you fondly as you become one of the crew.
As you stifle a yawn, Hobie begins to stand, picking you up along with him.
“I think that’s our cue” he says, holding out your jacket for you to shrug on “I’ve got to get this one home, you got a place to stay tonight Gwen?”
“Yea, I’m gonna crash at Mile’s tonight so you two go on ahead”
You think it’s odd of Hobie to ask where Gwen’s staying, but you’re honestly too bleary-eyed and buzzed to question it further.
“Bye everyone” you wave tiredly.
“Bye Y/N! Bye Hobie!” they echo back.
Then the two of you are out the door. At nearly 2am the streets of London are quiet and the two of you walk in comfortable silence, hand in hand. It isn’t till you hear water splashing and gulls overhead, that you realize you aren’t heading towards your apartment at all.
“Where are we?”
Hobie guides you carefully down a set of creaky wooden stairs, down to the docks, and finally stops at a giant canal boat.
“This” he gestures, waving an arm outward “is my home”
But Hobie never brings you back to his place. It’s always yours, that you end up spending the night at. As you look on at the ship in slight awe, Hobie wraps his hands around your waist, and lowers you down onto the deck, before jumping down next to you. As he leads you through the boat you realize it really is a full-on floating house. There’s a kitchen, some twin guest beds, a couch with a TV, and finally, you end up in the master suite, Hobie’s room.
It’s so him, from the guitars lined up against the wall, to a god save the Queen poster, and even a funny spider doodle on some of the walls, everywhere you look, there he is. As you marvel at the museum that is Hobie Brown’s room, he unzips your jacket and begins to make quick work on your button-up.
“What are you doing?”
He cocks an eyebrow your way but doesn’t show any signs of stopping as he reaches for the zipper at your waistband.
“Getting you, ready for bed” his eyes linger slightly as he helps you shed your clothes, but it isn’t the same one of hunger you usually find when you’re in this situation, instead it’s one of pure affection. After the two of you undress, he leads you to the bathroom.
“You have a shower on this damn thing?!”
He gives you an incredulous look “Do you think I’m some sort of heathen? Of course, there’s a bloody shower”
It’s a tight squeeze, but the two of you manage to fit comfortably pressed up against one another under the shower head. As the warm water heats you up from the cold London night, Hobie takes a bit of shampoo and begins rubbing it into your scalp, making funny shapes with your lathered up hair. Each of you take turns with the conditioner until finally you step back out into Hobie’s room, all toasty and clean.
As you detangle your hair with a hot pink hairbrush you can only assume is Gwen’s, Hobie shows up by your side freshly dressed, holding an oversized (or rather for him, appropriately sized) t-shirt and a pair of boxers.
“Arms up” he instructs.
Doing as you’re told, Hobie slides the Spider-Man t-shirt over your head. Then kneels down, to let you use his shoulder as a crutch while you step into the plaid boxers. He presses a kiss against your inner thigh, making your breath hitch, before rising back up and pulling you towards the bed.
Under the covers, in the darkness, there’s a moment of quiet before-
“Hobie?”
“Yea, love?”
The endearment makes your heart flutter.
“We’re dating, right? Like boyfriend, (preferred romantic title), level dating?”
Another beat of silence lapses, until Hobie abruptly turns the bedside lamp back on.
“Have you not known that we’ve been together for the past two weeks?” He looks at you in disbelief.
“Well, you always said you hated labels and we never really talked about” you wave your finger back and forth “this”
“Shit, that’s true" he admits sheepishly "but I’ve been calling and introducing you as ‘babe’ and 'darling' whenever we’re out”
You share a look, then laugh at the total lack of communication skills between the both of you. After sharing a quick kiss, Hobie reaches out to turn the lamp back off.
“Hobie?” You call out again.
“Yes, Y/N?”
“I love you”
This time there are no beats of silence or hesitation.
“I love you too”
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Time frame: Hobie + Reader have been seeing each other a little under 3 months and actually dating-dating for 2 weeks.
OMG my first fanfic!!! I hope y’all enjoy and please feel free to leave any comments <3
#across the spiderverse#hobie brown#hobie brown x reader#hobie x reader#hobie brown x you#hobie x you#hobie brown x y/n#hobie brown fluff#hobie brown imagine#miles morales#gwen stacy#I'm a sucker for acts of service <3 TT
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D-Day Japan Night 1 (Always, Us)
Min Yoongi/FemIdol!Reader Part 1 Here
Summary: You are finally able to join Yoongi on stage for his solo tour in Japan... Based partly on this request, but also part 2 of the Suchwita couple! There may be more parts to come to this, depending on how much you guys like this!
Warnings: Established relationship, fem!reader, idol!au, pregnancy, mentions of sex, mentions of marriage, happy tears.
Word Count: 1536 M.list
It had been a few months since the episode of Suchwita that got a little too personal. You and Yoongi had yet to have an official wedding ceremony for your family, but in all fairness, he had since started his first solo tour.
Yoongi had wanted you to join him from the start of his tour in the US, so that you could accompany him on stage for certain songs, but unfortunately that wasn’t possible.
You had schedules with your own group to fulfil, and when those were finally over you fell ill, so the earliest you were able to join Yoongi on stage was for his first show in Japan.
‘Now I’m very excited for this next song.’ Yoongi moved back to centre stage, sipping from his straw as he did so. ‘I have a special guest. Please welcome my beautiful wife, Y/N!’ He gestured to the back of the stage as you ran up the stairs. The crowd screamed loudly as you appeared, showering you with love and support. You jogged up to Yoongi and gave him a quick side hug, before taking your place at the second microphone.
‘Hello everyone!’ You greeted with a big wave. ‘Thank you for having me! I’m excited to be here!’
‘Y/N hasn’t been feeling well lately, so please show her lots of love.’ Yoongi announced, causing the crowd to gasp out and call your name.
‘Until she’s 100% better, she’s only going to perform one song. I hope that’s ok.’
Performing People pt.2 with Yoongi was a dream come true. Despite both being active idols for over a decade now, you’d never actually had the opportunity to perform together. You knew you had big shoes to fill by singing IU’s part, but the crowd seemed to be having a good time, and that’s all that mattered. Yoongi was also being extremely protective, with only letting you perform one song. In truth you felt fine, just a bit of sickness here and there. But then again, maybe his worry wasn’t all unfounded...
When the last notes of the song rang out, the arena went wild. You once again hugged Yoongi, but also kissed him too, making the crowd go even crazier than before.
‘Ok that’s enough PDA.’ He spoke into the mic.
‘Thank you for having me tonight. I hope to see you again tomorrow!’ With that, you gave a bow and made your way off stage, so as not to hold up the show too much.
‘Y/N everybody!’
You’d met Yoongi in the car taking you back to the hotel, not wanting to be hanging round the arena for ages after the show. You knew what he was like sometimes.
‘Hey.’ You smiled and reached out for him as soon as he opened the door. He leaned in and kissed you with a smile.
‘Why didn’t you wait for me?’ He looked at you questioningly as the car pulled away.
‘Just eager to get back is all.’ Yoongi gave you a look, but just settled for taking your hand and pulling out his phone, so he could look up peoples thoughts about the show online.
‘This is just gonna be a quick live whilst we eat.’ Yoongi spoke to the camera as he arranged the food on plates for himself and you. He had taken to doing lives after his shows recently so he cold engage with his fans a little more, even if it was only whilst he ate.
‘Yes Y/N is still here. She’s just getting dressed.’ The chat started to move faster, really jumping on the implications of what he had just said. Yoongi was puzzled for a moment, before he started laughing, realising his mistake.
‘Please get your minds out of the gutter! She was in the shower.’
‘You’ve been live for two seconds and you’re already corrupting people.’ You joked, pushing open the bathroom door. You could hear him speaking through the wall as you freshened up.
‘It’s not my fault that’s how ARMY’s minds work!’
‘Bye guys, bye!’ You blew a kiss to the camera as Yoongi switched it off.
‘Ah, what a night.’ Yoongi stretched out as he tossed the garbage to the side.
‘I hope that’s a good sigh mister.’ You crawled over to your husband and straddled his lap on the small armchair.
‘Definitely.’ His hands came to rest on your bum, squeezing playfully.
‘Excuse you, that’s rude!’ You laughed. Leaning down and kissing him deeply. Yoongi moaned into the kiss and slid his hands under your shirt, squeezing your breasts. You broke away to lift your shirt over your head and quickly re connected your lips. He groaned as you rubbed against his growing bulge. Yoongi ran his hand across your body and round your back, about to unhook your bra, when suddenly there was a pounding at the door.
You quickly jumped away from him and ran into the bathroom to fix yourself, in case whoever was at the door needed to come inside. As you retreated, you heard Yoongi curse as he adjusted himself in his pants, before getting up to probably murder whoever was at the door.
A few minutes later, you re emerged from the bathroom fully dresses, just as Yoongi closed the main door.
‘Who was it?’
‘Just a staff member wanting to give me the schedule for tomorrow.’ He stalked back over to you and roughly grabbed you by the waist, causing you to gasp out and giggle. ‘Now where were we?’ He smirked against your skin.
You and Yoongi lay side by side, naked and tangled in the sheets. The room was dark around you, though neither of you were asleep. Just enjoying each others company.
Yoongi lay on his back, arm under your neck and fingers softly stroking your shoulder, as you lay on your side, hand resting on his chest.
You have to tell him. You thought to yourself. There’s no point waiting any longer and now’s a good a time as any.
‘Yoongi...’ Your voice was hoarse as you spoke, a reminder of your recent activities. ‘I need to tell you something.’ He just hummed in response. Taking a deep breath, you just blurted it out.
‘I’m pregnant.’ His fingers stilled on your shoulder. He was silent, almost as if he were processing your words, when he suddenly sat up, forcing you to do the same.
‘Are you serious.?’ He stared at you, mouth agape.
‘Of course I’m serious.’ You looked down, smiling as you pushed your hair behind your ears. ‘I know we didn’t really talk about it after Suchwita, but we haven’t really been careful, so maybe it was meant to be.’ Before you even finished speaking, his arms were flung round you and he was kissing the top of your head.
‘I can’t believe it! I’m gonna be a dad!’ He cried out, joyful tears already falling from his eyes.
‘And I’m gonna be a mom!’
‘Wait.’ He pulled back so he could see your face. ‘ does this have anything to do with you being sick recently?’ You laughed and gently wiped away his tears and playing with the ends of his hair.
‘Yes dummy. Morning sickness. I’m surprised you didn’t put two and two together.’ He smiled brightly and leaned in to kiss you. He suddenly pulled away and jumped out of bed, flicking the light on as he went.
You groaned out and covered your eyes at the sudden bright light. When you opened them, you were met with Yoongi pacing back and forth along the room, still with a wide smile plastered across his face.
‘What are you doing you doofus?’ You laughed at his antics.
‘I feel like I have a lot of energy to burn off suddenly!’ You threw your head back against the pillows and let out a hearty laugh.
‘Come back to bed, it’s like 2AM!’
‘You think I’m going to be able to sleep after getting the best news of my life!?’ He exclaimed, exasperated but still joined you back in bed none the less.
‘You need to be rested for the concert tomorrow.’ You snuggled back up to his side.
‘Will you still be able to perform with me tomorrow?’
‘I’m not made of glass Yoongi. I was pregnant when performing tonight you know.’ You chuckled lightly.
Just as you were about to fall asleep, you were jostled awake by Yoongi reaching for his phone and shooting off a quick text, before disregarding it back on the side table.
‘What was that?’ You asked sleepily.
‘I text the BTS group chat and told them you’re pregnant.’ He said nonchalantly.
Your eyes snapped open and you shot up with a start.
‘You told your members I’m pregnant through text!?’ You couldn’t believe what you were hearing right now.
‘It’s easier this way.’ You stared down at your husband in disbelief. This man was going to be the death of you....
One the side table, Yoongi’s phone was already vibrating none stop. Instead of answering, he just reached over and put it on silent, before dragging you back down to cuddle.
He causes chaos and then just ignores it, naturally.
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It's Your Life, But Let Me In
Requested Here!
Pairing: Jim Street x fem!reader
Summary: You overhear Chris and Molly giving Street a hard time and ignoring his boundaries. When you encourage him to make his own decisions and remind him that you are with him, he realizes how different you are.
Warnings: spoilers for and dialogue from S.W.A.T. 4x7 "Under Fire", angst to fluff, Chris and Molly, love confession, kissing
Word Count: 3.8k+ words
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“Luca needs to get back from Germany,” you bemoan. “I’m starving.”
“There’s this crazy new thing called cooking for yourself. You should try it sometime,” Hondo replies with a smile.
“I have tried and it’s not the same.”
Hondo rolls his eyes and pats your shoulder as Lieutenant Lynch enters S.W.A.T. HQ.
“What are you doing here so early?” she asks you.
“Nothing better to do.”
“Wow. Thanks for that,” Hondo interjects. “I’m not going to let you visit Street anymore if you’re going to treat me like this.”
“You should blame yourself for sending Luca away. I’m irritable because I’m hungry.”
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Across town, Street is facing a similar problem of being hungry in Luca’s absence. He’s taken a different approach: less complaining and more cooking for himself and Molly.
“Maybe not as tasty as Luca’s special breakfast burritos, but, uh, as long as he’s in Germany, it’s gonna have to do.” He sees the time and adds, “I’m running late. Would you mind plating these? I’ll be right back.”
“Plating?” Molly repeats. “Think maybe we need to stop binging those cooking shows.”
As she moves the food from the pan onto the prepared plates, three plates she notices but doesn’t stop to wonder why, Jim’s phone begins vibrating on the table.
“Babe, your phone!” Molly calls. When she doesn’t receive a reply, she looks at the caller ID: State Prison Lancaster. “I think it’s your mom!” she adds.
After two more vibrations, she answers and says, “Jim Street’s phone.”
“This is a collect call from state prison inmate Karen Street. Will you accept the charges?” an automated voice asks.
“Yes.” When the line connects, Molly begins, “Mrs. Street, my name is Molly. I’m Jim’s girlfriend.”
While Molly answers his phone, Street gathers his things and thinks of you. You’re supposed to stop by the station this morning to visit, and he’s planning to take you some food because he knows you miss Luca’s incredible meals as much as he does. Upon returning from the bedroom, he sees Molly on the phone and asks, “Is that my phone?”
“Yes,” Molly answers, covering the microphone. “Just a sec, Mrs. Street. Here’s Jim.”
Street takes the phone and ends the call before sliding it into his pocket. He returns to the kitchen and shakes his head at his mom’s antics.
“Jim, what are you doing?” Molly asks. “That was your mom.”
“Yeah, I know. Why would you answer that?” Street replies.
“What if it was an emergency? Which it was. She’s really sick. Says they’ve got her at the prison infirmary.”
“She’s fine.”
“She didn’t sound fine.”
“I promise you it’s just another one of her scams to suck me back into her life.”
“If you’d talked to her, we’d know for sure, wouldn’t we?”
“There’s a reason that I never mention my mother to you. I’m done with her. She’s out of my life. I don’t want her anywhere near me, and I definitely don’t want you anywhere near her. Believe me, it’s for your own good.”
Molly stands in her place, unable to see where Street is coming from. She doesn’t understand why he is so comfortable leaving his mother alone, especially when she calls to tell him she’s not doing well.
“You know,” Molly says after a moment, “I’m going to be late. I’ll grab breakfast at work.”
“Molly,” Street calls after her. “Just wait a second, Molly.”
He sighs as the door closes behind her and sets the empty pan to the side. Street has never been great at relationships, but after Molly ignores his reasons and wishes, he’s not sure she is the woman worth fighting for, anyway.
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“Good morning,” Deacon says as he looks over your shoulder.
You turn quickly and smile when you see Street walking toward you. He extends a covered bowl of food, and you gasp excitedly before thanking him. His close-lipped smile immediately clues you into the fact that something is wrong.
“Are you okay?” you ask softly.
“Yeah, I’m good. Enjoy the food.”
You nod and thank him again before he walks away with his team. After their morning meeting, you hope to spend a few more minutes with Street and get to the bottom of whatever bothers him. Years of friendship have brought you incredibly close to him, and you want him to know that you support him, no matter what he is going through. However, you also know that he is with Molly, so you respect that boundary, too. While you want to hug him, hold him tight, and promise that everything will be okay, that isn’t your place. Until he invites you in, you are happy being an onlooker in Street’s life.
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“You made breakfast,” Chris muses as she shakes her head. “Guess that means Molly stayed over.”
“How’s that going?” Deacon asks. “You planning to settle down sometime soon?”
Street inhales before he shrugs. “I guess we’ll see how it works out.”
“Hey,” Hondo calls as he gestures for Street to hang back and talk to him. Once the rest of the team is out of earshot, Hondo says, “I haven’t heard much about your personal life recently. Your mom’s not still giving you trouble, is she?”
While you look for Street to thank him for the delicious breakfast, you accidentally stumble upon him talking to Hondo about his mom. You stop in a nearby hallway, and prepare to turn around to let Street finish his conversation privately. He tells you a lot about his life, and though you don’t know how big that is for him, you think you probably already know what he’s going to say: he has everything under control, even if he doesn’t, because he has trouble asking for help.
“I got it all handled," Street answers as expected.
“That’s not an answer. Talk to me,” Hondo replies.
“She tried to call me this morning from prison. Molly answered, she didn’t know any better.”
On that note, you do turn and walk away. Molly is not your friend, Street is, so now that the conversation has shifted, you feel wrong about eavesdropping further.
“That doesn’t sound handled. Your mom still locked up?”
“Yeah. Violating parole should’ve been just a year, max, but she’s still there, so it can only mean she’s still screwing up.”
“You don’t talk to her?”
“No. I mean, I did, early on a couple times. But it’s always the same old BS with her… How she’s a victim, how the C.O.s or the other prisoners aren’t treating her right. Nothing’s ever her fault.”
“She’s still blaming you for being there?”
“Probably. She was never exactly the forgiving type.”
“All right, look, kid. I’ve always tried to have your back where your mom’s concerned. Now, we banged heads over it early on, but when it comes down to it, you got to do what’s in your heart.”
Street nods, but lately, what his heart wants goes against what everyone around him thinks is right.
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
“C’mon,” Chris says, “I have to do the boring part of the job and I could use some company.”
You nod and follow her into the kitchen and dining area of S.W.A.T. HQ. Technically, you were supposed to leave a while ago, but you’re still worried about Street and want to stay close in case he needs a friend. Yes, his teammates are also his friends, but since you don’t work with him daily, it is easier for him to open up to you. Or, at least, that’s the reason as you see it.
Chris gives you a few directions so you can help her and make the project go twice as fast. You work side-by-side and talk about your plans for the weekend. Even though you aren’t on the team, Street’s teammates always make you feel like part of the family when you stop by.
“So, any big weekend plans to tell Street how you actually feel?” Chris asks.
Luckily, the door opens before you can reply.
“Oh, hey,” Street says when he enters.
He smiles and asks what you’re still doing here, but you don’t get to answer before Molly walks in.
“Molly, what’s up?” Street asks.
You return your attention to your task, and you and Chris speed up to get out of the room as quickly as possible.
“I know you’re busy, but I called the prison to check on your mom.”
Once you hear that Molly crossed such a clear boundary, you freeze momentarily before growing desperate to escape this conversation.
“You did what?” Street demands.
“She wasn’t lying, Jim. I talked to a doctor, it’s something with her liver. They’re transferring her to a hospital for tests. It’s bad.”
“I told you, I want nothing to do with her. You know our history. Her- her drug abuse, alcohol, violence.”
“Every one of those things is consistent with her being abused,” Molly argues.
“Do not go making her a victim.”
You finish what you’re working on and look at Chris. She picks everything up and points hurriedly at the door. A tiny part of you wants to hear where this is going, but you and Street are too close to throw away your relationship over something he will tell you when he’s ready.
“Well, that was…” you begin as you walk into the hallway.
“It’s going to be a long day,” Chris sighs.
“Not what I was thinking,” you murmur.
You look back over your shoulder at the door and wish you could go in and encourage him to do whatever he wants, whatever he thinks is right. But Molly is in there, and you trust Street will always do the right thing no matter what she says.
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
Street watches you leave and wants to follow you, but Molly continues arguing.
“Babe, your mom is a victim. I deal with women like your mother all the time, their lives destroyed by the trauma of being abused and never getting help. Twenty years ago, she needed treatment, and all she’s had is a life of black eyes and incarceration.”
“This is my fault for having her locked up again?” Street questions.
“No. But, Jim, this is the woman who gave birth to you.”
“And dragged me through hell every day since. She betrayed me, she lied to me, she stole from me, she almost cost me my career at S.W.A.T. I can’t believe you’re taking her side on this.”
“I’m not taking sides.”
“Don’t you think maybe you should be? You know what? I can’t do this right now. I’m at work, okay? I just…” Street turns and walks toward the door as he finishes, “Can’t do this.”
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
You leave the station soon after Street returns from his conversation with Molly. You plan to visit again when he gets off and remind him that you’re here for him, but he is at work and has more important things to focus on than his mom, girlfriend, or you. There’s a brief moment where you consider calling Luca and asking him to talk to Street. You decide against it because Jim probably doesn’t need anyone else in his business right now.
When you arrive at the station, Deacon sees you in the parking lot and insists you go inside. He noticed Street’s off attitude, too, and thinks you're the cure.
“Are you sure?” you ask quietly.
“He needs a friend. That’s you.”
You nod and walk into HQ. Street isn’t around, so you sit beside the locker room and are soon unintentionally eavesdropping for the third time today.
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
At the end of the shift, after a long day of saving firefighters and finding a shooter, Chris and Street are in the locker room and preparing to leave. Street wants to go home, maybe call you, and then enjoy some alone time without anyone asking him what he is going to do, or worse, tell him what he should do.
“You figured out how you’re gonna make it right to Molly yet?” Chris asks.
“How I’m gonna make it right? I’m not the one who needs to apologize," Street replies.
“We got out of there as fast as we could, but I heard enough to know, you… You’ve got some fences to mend.”
“You also heard how she totally went behind my back with my mom.”
“Her motive being, what? Compassion? Giving a crap about women who’ve had a messed-up life?”
You pull your phone from your pocket and press Street’s number. He doesn’t answer, and you frown before standing. You don’t want to hear more than you have to, so you walk to the parking lot and wait beside Street’s bike. He exits the building alone and is clearly in no mood to talk, but you must ensure he knows that Molly and Chris are wrong. They have no say in his personal life and are never willing to be there for him.
“Hi,” you greet. “I know you’ve had a crazy day and you’re ready to get home, but I need to say something first.”
“Let me guess,” he begins defensively. “You’re going to tell me that I should go see my mom or apologize to Molly. Why not make it better and say both?”
You fight down a smile at his response. At least he hasn’t lost his personality in the day he’s had.
“Actually,” you reply, “I was going to tell you that Chris and Molly overstepped. None of these decisions are theirs, and, in the end, it’s your choice. Because your life is the one being most affected. I just thought you could use a reminder that no one gets to make these calls for you. It’s your life, Street. I, for one, am with you no matter what you decide to do.”
“What if I make the wrong decision?” he whispers. Every trace of defensiveness is gone in his clear doubt about the choices he faces.
“Then you’ll find a way to learn from it. I don’t think there is a wrong decision here; unless, of course, it’s not yours.”
“I really don’t want to talk to my mom.”
“Then don’t. You know you and you know her, so you know what is best for you and your relationship with her. If that’s no relationship, that’s your choice.”
“I don’t know.”
“But you will,” you promise. “You’ll make the best decision for the right reasons. You choose for you, not for anyone else, okay?”
Street nods slowly, and you wish him goodnight before you turn toward your car. Suddenly, you remember he is facing one more decision and spin to face him.
“One more thing, Street. You didn’t do anything wrong, you just stood up for yourself, so don’t apologize unless you think you need to. Don’t let anyone that’s not in your relationship into your relationship.”
“Thank you,” he calls after you.
You don’t see Street’s smile return as you enter your car, but your statements help him more than you thought they would.
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
When Street texts Molly and asks her to come over, he fully expects her to say no, so when she knocks on the door a few minutes later, he’s surprised.
“Thanks for coming,” he says as he invites her in. “I wasn’t sure you would after today.”
“I’m here, so…” Molly begins. She trails off and waits for Jim to do something.
There’s an apology somewhere inside Street, where he says he was a jerk and makes excuses for his actions. However, your words are fresh in his mind, and he decides not to apologize. As he looks at Molly and compares what she said and did today to your words and actions, Street realizes something.
Whenever he thinks of taking the next step with Molly or one of the guys asks where he sees the relationship going, he can’t get past this point. Hondo joked that it was his inner playboy, but Street sees now that the issue was never him or a fear of commitment. It was Molly the whole time.
Since the beginning, Street knew that Molly wasn’t the right one, but he’s finally ready to admit it. Molly was never really there for him, never listened to him – still doesn’t, Street thinks – and she has never been respectful or careful of his boundaries.
“You may be expecting an apology,” Street says, “but I don’t think I need to give you one. I asked you to leave it alone, and you didn’t. I know you mean well, Molly, but I can’t keep doing this if you’re just going to go behind my back and ignore everything I say.”
“She’s your mother!” Molly argues. “You still have time to fix things with her.”
“That’s just it, though. I’m- I’m not sure I want to. Listen, Molly, I know that you lost your mother, and how devastating that was for you, but it’s not the same situation for me.”
Street’s mind drifts to you. He remembers what you said earlier and realizes it has always been you. You are the only person in his life who has always been with him, listened to him, supported him, and respected his feelings. You respect him and his boundaries no matter what. Unlike Chris and Molly, you’ve never tried to decide for him or make him see your reasoning, but you’ve been there to talk or listen when he needs it.
“Molly, look. I love you; I do. But not in the way that you deserve to be loved, or that I need to love whoever I spend my life with,” Street explains. “You will always be special to me, but I have to make my own choices.”
Molly wipes a tear as she asks, “Like what?”
“When to go get the girl,” Street answers quietly.
Molly nods and rushes out of Street’s house. He sighs before he follows her.
✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯
A loud knock pulls your attention from the book in your lap, and you set it to the side before you slowly walk to the door.
“It’s me,” Street says from the other side.
You release a breath and open the door. It’s late, and you’re confused about why Street is knocking on your door when he’s supposed to be with Molly, but you let him in anyway. When he stops beside your table and stares at the book you left on it, completely silent, you grow less confused and more concerned.
“Street,” you say. You lay your hand on his arm and ask, “You’ve been different today. What’s bothering you?”
“You,” he whispers.
After you pull your hand away, shocked and heartbroken at his answer, he rushes to explain himself.
“No, listen,” he begs. “What you said earlier changed everything. You told me that it was my decision and that I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to, all that. But, when I was talking to Molly about how she doesn’t respect my decisions or my boundaries and tries to force her opinions about what I should do without knowing my reasons, I remembered you.”
You furrow your brows, and Street raises his hands to hold your shoulders.
“I appreciate you, so much. Not just for telling me what I deserve but for being that and so much more. You are the only person in my life that just lets me do what I need to do, and you’re by my side through all of it. Everything that you said I needed, I have in you. Thank you.”
“Of course. It’s your life, Street,” you reply. “But that doesn’t mean you have to do it alone.”
“You-“ Street begins again before trailing off. He doesn’t know how to express his feelings because he’s slowly realizing what he feels for you.
“Spit it out, Street,” you say with a smile. “I’m here to listen.”
Street shakes his head but lowers his voice to do as you say. “I loved Molly, but- but Molly didn’t just love me back. She tried to tell me how to love. And Chris- I don’t even know what Chris’s problem is; some days she wants to love and others she just wants to be loved, but never at the same time. It’s exhausting to deal with, but then she argues about what love looks like even though she can’t possibly know.”
You nod along, not sure what Street needs or wants to hear. Staying silent seems like the best option while he works through these thoughts. He’s saying the word love a lot, but never in the present tense or as an active feeling, you notice.
“But you… with you everything is shared. You love without expecting love in return, and you listen and remember. There has never been a moment with you where I felt pressured or ignored, and I love that about you.”
You smile and open your mouth to tell Street you’ll always be here for him, but he cuts you off.
“I love that about you,” he repeats. “I love you because you are everything I don’t deserve, but you make me feel deserved.”
After your eyes widen, you make a noise that sounds like a sob and a laugh. Street waits for you to say something, but you can’t beat the speech he just gave, so you raise your hands to his cheeks and nod. His eyes widen to match yours when a tear slides over the bump of your cheek as your smile returns.
“You said it’s my life, but I don’t have to do it alone, right?” Street murmurs as you step closer to him.
“Right.”
“Then, I think that I’d like to make you a bigger part of my life.”
You don’t hesitate to kiss him, and as he meets you in the middle, you think about how long you have wanted to be part of his life. Being near him was beautiful, but being by his side through everything will be an entirely new and perfect experience. You love Jim Street, and now that he loves you, too, you feel like a part of his life, not an accessory to it.
“I love you,” you say against his lips.
Street’s arms tighten around your waist, and he tilts his chin to kiss your forehead before standing.
“Did you break up with Molly before you came over here?” you whisper.
Street nods, and you bite your bottom lip before saying, “So, you’re giving me her position?”
“No,” Street promises with a laugh. “I’m giving you the position I should have given you a long time ago.”
You kiss Street quickly and laugh when he tries to follow you for more. “I promise to fill my position well, and to always listen to you, respect your boundaries…”
Street ducks his head, and his nose brushes against yours as he replies, “Maybe we could remove a few of our boundaries.”
He kisses you again, and you find that you like your new position in Jim Street’s life more than you ever anticipated.
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Home is Perfect Starts
Part one of the “Home is…” series.
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x singer!female reader
Request: read here
Warnings: language, sexual jokes, some smut.
a/n: okay so the request was for one imagine but this has turned into a series because there are so many scenes i wanna include what would have left us with a fic of 20k+ words so i decided to divide it. Really hoping the person who requested this doesn’t mind.
Just a year ago, you would've never imagined that life would somehow lead you to move to Monaco with the person you were quite sure you'd spend the rest of your life with, both of you looking with so much optimism towards a future that seemed so bright and perfect, slowly building a life together that you two knew you'd pick over anything and everything at any given space and time.
Around two years ago, you were sat unassumingly under the hot stage lights of yet another interview studio, the interviewer across from you asking prying questions and giving you curious looks like she was desperate for you to spill everything you have ever kept a secret about your life into the little microphone clipped onto your shirt. In reality, she wouldn't have exactly minded you giving her exclusive details about the private matters you kept to yourself but she was also aware that such occurrence was practically impossible, not with the intensive media training you had undergone, not with your manager backstage, not with your instance that your private life would always stay private no matter how much you fame might grow. However, her knowing all that didn't really mean that she wouldn't try to throw in the bait and hope for a scoop or some grand story she'd get to take credit for.
The loud cheers of the small crowd as the show resumed airing had alerted you back to reality, the host almost immediately announcing the start of "the fan favorite part of the show, a quick game of Would You Rather."
Fast forward a few questions that seemed eerily safe, you had been met with the one question that had gotten a laugh out of the audience.
"Would you rather skip a relative's wedding or miss a Formula 1 Grand Prix?" The interviewer had asked with a cheeky smile that had perfectly showed that she already knew the story.
"Oh God..." you had kept a smile but looked away for a second, a blush spreading over your cheeks in memory of that day, "How did you find out about this?" A perfectly timed chuckle had escaped your lips as you pushed your hair over your shoulders elegantly.
"We have our ways."
"Oh, quite mysterious!" You laughed a bit, "Alright, alright. Here's the full story but before anyone decides to judge, l ended up not missing any of the two, by the way! This was a few years ago so i was considerably young but... yeah, there was a race on the same day as a family member's wedding. It was a championship decider basically and i really wanted to see who would end up winning so i tried sweet talking my parents out of taking me to the wedding, even tried playing sick but it didn't work out. So, after a big argument with my mom, i ended up going but i'm a girl who has her priorities set straight so naturally, i stayed glued to my phone all the ceremony, what got me a lot of disapproving glares, not gonna lie. And i remember it so clearly, but my favorite driver ended up crashing out during the vows so -god, this is embarrassing- i was literally crying and everyone around me thought i had gotten emotional over what the bride was saying when, obviously, that wasn't the case." You had finished the story with an embarrassed nod and pursed lips.
The following question was one you had cautiously answered.
"Do we get to know your favorite team?"
"Well, everybody's a Ferrari fan. Right?" You quoted Sebastian Vettel with a smug smile since you knew only F1 fans would catch the reference.
How that little statement and a few unconvered pictures of younger you watching races, all decked out in Ferrari merchandise, ended up with you being invited to the Ferrari hospitality at the Italian Grand Prix, your name on the pass hanging around your neck being "Charles Leclerc guest 3" was something you still couldn't wrap your head around.
When your manager had informed you of the invite, you wouldn't have ever assumed that you were invited by the driver himself, not the team so naturally, seeing his name on the pass was a shock, especially given the fact that the two of you had never interacted in the past aside from the follows you had exchanged on instagram after that interview.
During that race weekend, the tension between the two of you had debuted. You had ended up with him in a flaming red Ferrari, helmet on and filming a hot laps video around the track.
You were a bit shy by nature, especially around people you were undeniably attracted to and while locked into the car with you, Charles was quick to take notice of that. It had boosted his ego and therefore his confidence, encouraging him to push the car to its utmost limits, drifting it through the corners and letting the tires screech as they struggled against the black asphalt.
However, the precise moment where the two of you figured there might be something more to the instant connection you had formed was when he noticed how unaffected by the speed you were, cheering him on as he drove instead of freaking out like he had seen in the hot laps videos he had binge watched to know what to expect.
"Oh, come on! I have to find a way to get some screams out of you!" The monégasque spoke before thinking, stepping harder onto the gas pedal as the car shot down a straight, only to realize the double meaning of his words when he saw you struggling to hold in your laughter, your cheeks blushing a deep shade of red before finally allowing yourself to laugh, deeming your attempt to neutralize your reaction as a failure.
Charles absolutely loved your reaction to the dirtier side of his words. Something about the sound of your laugh had caged in his heart, leaving him to grin at you like he could see the future. Likewise, something about the way he had looked at you while you laughed, his eyes glistening in the sun told you he'd be someone special in your life.
While he was still grinning, he worked some buttons on his steering wheel then he drove the car in donuts as you giggled, genuinely enjoying the experience, loving the speed and the smell and sound of the tires.
To your surprise, Charles' comment about getting you to scream wasn't cut out of the video. In fact, it became the star of it. It was actually the spark that ignited the fire between the two of you, especially when that little interaction, more specifically your reactions to it caused fans to ship the two of you.
After that day, you had contacted Charles to thank him for the invite and the experience and that ended up in a meetup then another then another and soon enough the meetups turned into dates then secret getaways. Barely any additional time passed before you found yourself calling Charles Leclerc your boyfriend.
Almost instantly, you started getting spotted sneaking around with him wether it was around paddocks, backstage at your shows, around Monaco or from your tourbus. The first video that went viral and made it harder to play off the rumors was one of Charles in a VIP box at your concert, singing along to practically every song, assuming people hadn't spotted him. The relationship became impossible to hide so, naturally, you went public with a video of him visiting you on tour, playing the piano backstage at one of the arenas to help you rehearse a song. The short clip quickly became a fan favorite to yours and Charles' relief.
The special and wholesome nature of your relationship left you so scared that your schedules would ruin it for the two of you at some point. You loved each other to death. You texted and called and facetimed each other endlessly but it was undeniable that it wasn't exactly normal for a couple to see each other less than once per month sometimes.
Eventually, it became an issue.
Eventually, both of you started realizing that the relationship was being built on texting, calls and facetimes. Not an ideal base in any way.
Eventually, you found yourself locked up in your tourbus, on a video call with Charles who was alone in his driver's room after a qualifying session that hadn't gone exactly well, the both of you choked up with the fear that the rough patch might just be the end of everything.
"It doesn't feel like a relationship anymore." He had said, his eyes dazed as he bit onto his lips from the anxiety the conversation was giving him.
"I know." You had answered with defeat, your eyes tearing up while imagining where this could go.
It terrified you when silence took over after the small sentence.
"I don't want to break up." Charles' voice was shaking as he said that.
"Me neither." The reply was instinctive.
There was close to nothing you wouldn't do to save the relationship.
Charles looked relieved, the next words leaving his mouth with so much ease, it made it obvious he's thought about them before, "We should move in together."
He had studied your reaction to his words so intensely, fearing that he was asking for too much.
"I would love it if you moved in with me. Actually, i want a fresh start with you, a new place that would be just ours, our own little world, an escape from everything. Monaco doesn't even feel like home anymore, the apartment doesn't feel like home anymore. There's always something missing and I'm pretty sure it's you... and i know it won't solve everything but at least we'll get to come home to each other, spend our breaks by each other's side instead of wasting days trying to decide who is flying to who or where to meet up. I just want to wake up next to you, see your stuff next to mine, fall asleep with you sleeping on my chest. I want to hear your presence nearby so life doesn't feel so lonely anymore."
You had stared at the screen for a long time, imagining every word he had said.
The house you owned was already far from your friends and family so moving a bit further wouldn't change a thing. Plus, you loved Monaco and could see yourself living there, especially if Charles was involved in those plans.
It barely took any further thoughts for you to nod with a smile, Charles leaning backwards in his seat in relief.
That weekend, Charles took the track and you took the stage with so much energy and positivity, everyone you both worked with had noticed it.
—
That is how you ended up watching an extremely confused Charles from your seat on the countertop as he tried to figure out the correct ingredients for a cake, a swipe of flour covering his cheek, a frown on his face and a bandana pushing back his hair.
After an extensive apartment-hunting week in Monaco, the two of you finally found a place to call home, a shared apartment that would be your shelter from the your hectic lives outside. It was perfect, overlooking the harbor, cozy but elegant and perfectly suited for both your tastes.
"Charles, let me help you." You suggested for the third time, a smile on your lips as you took in how adorably cute your boyfriend currently looked, an extremely confused expression furrowing his brows.
"No, baby. You already did the pizza dough." He nodded towards the oven where the pizza was being baked, "I want to make you something myself, a small welcome to Monaco, you know?" He grinned up at you, looking away from his phone where he was googling easy cake recipes.
Sighing in defeat, you relaxed against the wall behind you and preoccupied yourself with admiring Charles while he moved, more like fidgeted, around your shared kitchen.
After the long day of cleaning, unpacking, organizing and reorganizing, it was finally starting to sink in that this is your home with the person you wanted to spend all your days with, the same person that you had been barely able to see for the whole year the two of you had been dating. Now, in a very contrasting turn of events, you got to call him home.
Smiling at the thought, you exhaled out loud in content.
"What is it?" Charles glanced at you, smiling himself when he saw how much you looked at peace.
"Fuck...we actually live together, Charles." It came out as a chuckle that made him grin widely at you.
"Doesn't feel real yet."
You hopped off the counter and crossed the kitchen towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist while he was still facing the other way.
"It doesn't feel real but it definitely feels perfect."
Charles smiled at your statement, pulling you around and caging you between his body and the counter, a mindless smile still on his face as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a messy, playful kiss.
This was all new. Sure, you've been dating for a while but you never got the opportunity to kiss just because you felt like it, nor playfully and casually since your time together was always brief, always limited, making the kisses either heated or rushed but now, his lips were moving against yours so softly, almost delicately, his tongue lightly grazing against yours as you discovered new sides of each other.
His hands moved up, one resting gently on your neck as the other caressed your cheek just as you felt him smile into the kiss.
"Welcome home, baby." He pulled back and grinned at you, his dimples on full display and his eyes sparkling as if your heart needed more reasons to race. It was at times like this when you realized how much you loved him, at times when he felt so surreal but so yours.
You smiled at him and rested your head on his shoulder, your fingers tracing small patterns on the fabric of his shirt as he stared down at you with an adorable expression on his face, the small smile never falling off his face as he rubbed his hand on your back, feeling you relax into his touch.
"You're gonna let me help you with the cake so we can... do other things?" The question was delivered along with a soft kiss onto his neck then another one under his ear, "Or, you could welcome me with something other than a cake." You put as much distance between the two of you as was possible in this position so you could eye his reaction.
Charles was looking at you with raised eyebrows, amused eyes and a slightly tilted head.
"No, baby. Trust me, you're getting that kind of welcome and okay, maybe we can forget the cake but we're going to eat," he lifted you to sit on the counter, pushing himself between you legs, his lips immediately finding your slightly exposed shoulder, "because i'm done rushing."
Charles brushed your hair behind your ears, his eyes locking with yours for a second before he kissed you again, slow and determined like he was proving a point.
"I'm taking my time with you tonight, baby."
With that final statement and a peck to your neck, he walked away, grabbing the oven mittens to check on the food, only looking back at you for a second to give you one of his signature winks along with a smirk.
"Fuck, Charles... the food won't run away." You complained and received a declining sound from Charles as he took out the pizza, placed it on the counter and began cutting it.
To be fair, the food looked really good.
"Fine." You groaned and headed to the cupboards that had the plates and grabbed two, placing them neatly on the table in the dining room before going back to grab knives and forks, crossing Charles who was carrying the tray of food to the table.
After some minor last touches, the two of you sat to eat, genuinely happy in the simplicity of each other's company in a place that actually felt yours.
Charles seemed to be really excited about just having you by his side as he does things as simple as eating dinner. He was trying hard to balance eating and talking as he rushed stories of his childhood memories in this city that now you too called home.
"It's tiny, i know, but you'll love it here. I promise." He beamed at you as he ate his last bite, brushing his hands together to shake the flour remainings off.
"I know, i love it here already. You -i don't know how to say it- You're just so much happier, i guess, when you're in Monte Carlo. That alone is enough for me to love it." You replied as you too finished eating, catching Charles looking at you in a way that never failed to make you blush.
Following that, you headed back to the kitchen to rinse the dishes and load the dishwasher when a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, lifting you off the ground and walking off to the bedroom with you hoisted over his shoulder.
"Charles, i can walk, you know?"
"Well, not for long."
"Charles!" You squealed as he put you down on the bed and climbed on top of you, giggling and tickling your sides.
"We finally live together." He reminded you with so much excitement as he kissed your face, the both of you chuckling until his lips found yours, effectively changing the whole vibe, the kiss being hungry and needy this time.
"I love you so much." You breathed out the words as things escalated, Charles now fiddling with the back of your bra to get it off while his other hand toyed with your clit and his mouth sucked a hickey onto your neck.
"I love you too, so much." He said the words back just as he felt you grind down on his hand, wanting more.
"Just one second, baby." He assured you, kissing your forehead before tossing away the bra and making sure your panties quickly followed it before his head was between your thighs, his tongue working its magic on your clit. He had you arching your back within less than a minute, you hands moving down to tangle themselves in his hair only to find the material of his bandana slightly limiting the easy access. You mindlessly got rid of it, allowing your fingers to comfortably disappear between his locks as his hand held your other one tightly.
He made you cum multiple times with his fingers and mouth all while giving you small encouraging remarks until you were begging him to just fuck you, and he did.
"Your wishes are my command, angel." He had said before he slipped inside of you, making love to you soft and slow, his body as connected to yours as was possible, his lips never breaking contact with yours, muffling both of your moans while your arms remained wrapped around him, needing to feel him close to you, his skin against yours in such vulnerable moments.
Soon enough, your body shuddered beneath his and you let go, feeling the pressure exploding in your veins, Charles' release quickly following yours.
"Fuck, living with you might be the best thing to ever happen to me." He had said from beside you, still panting after his orgasm, his body glistening with a thin layer of sweat, his cheeks flushed and his lips plump from all the kissing. His arm was stretched out under your head, pulling you to him as you chuckled from his revelation.
"I always knew you were dating me for the sex, Leclerc." You had attempted to joke but Charles took it a bit seriously.
"Ah, tais toi!" Oh, shut up! He pulled you closer so your head was laying on his chest, his hand softly moving around the small of your back, "You know you're so much more than that, right? I mean, you have got to know because, quite honestly, the times we had sex in the past year can literally be counted and that wouldn't make sense but it's not even that. I love you so much, baby. Like, i don't know, i can't even really explain it but... but, yeah, i love you for so many things that are way more meaningful than sex." He went on a rant, wanting to prove you wrong.
"Baby, relax! I was only joking." You giggled, looking up at him, switching positions so you were laying on your stomach, half of your body on top of his as you reached up and cupped his face, moving your thumb softly along his cheek. Charles instinctively leaned into your touch, his eyes closing.
"Still... i don't like hearing you say that."
You nodded and gave him a soft kiss on the chest then dismissed the subject, getting up and putting on your underwear back on along with his shirt, causing him to grin like a lovesick teenager.
You smiled back at him and grabbed his arm to try to pull him out of bed.
"C'mon. We're gonna do some skin care." You proposed but his reaction contradicted yours as he groaned in complaint.
"Please..." you whined, grasping his hands tighter and pouting.
"Oh, no. Don't give me that face!"
"Charles, s'il te plais." please. You brought out one of the very few french expressions you knew, making him raise his eyebrows and giggle before his hand rubbed over his face.
His body relaxed and he allowed you to pull him up into a standing position, the french trick working like always. It reminded you that you needed to try learning the language again.
"Merci, baby." You smiled at him as he put on some boxers, fake glaring up at you through his lashes from his hunched position as you made your way to the bathroom but, as you expected, he was quick to follow you.
Charles watched as you laid out the various products you used usually before pulling out two headbands and turning to face him, moving closer to his body to push the hair out of his face with one.
His hands instantly moved to your waist as you put the headband on him while not-so-subtly admiring his features with a smile.
"How the hell are you so beautiful?" You chuckled, your hands resting on his bare chest while you continued studying his face.
The slight blush that painted his cheeks was unmissable, his eyes disappearing as he giggled, his dimples showing even as he tilted his head forward.
He pulled you closer, hugging you closer as his heart raced and you felt it against your skin. The fact that you had that effect in him was something you truly cherished.
"Have you seen yourself, baby? You're the most beautiful person I've seen." His fingers lifted your chin up and he pecked your lips, then your cheeks and forehead and before you knew it he was peppering small kisses all over your face.
"I love you." Charles said.
"I love you too, angel." You replied, your hands cupping his face for a moment, you body electrocuted with the love that was coursing through it.
With one final peck to the lips, he let go of you and you reached for your own headband, putting it on after tying your hair into a messy bun to get it out of your face.
"First, cleanser 'cause we don't have makeup on." You informed Charles as you grabbed the bottle.
He frowned and reached for a brightly colored jar, bringing it up to his line of sight to read the label.
"Can we use this? It looks fun."
"Yeah, sure, but this is a moisturizer so, at the end." You smiled at him as you foamed up the cleanser between your hands before gesturing for your boyfriend to come closer so you could put the product on his face.
Charles pushed out his head towards you, closing his eyes and pursing his lips so you could rub the cleanser onto his skin.
"Baby, you can talk and open your eyes, you know?" You chuckle and he peaked one eyes open to look at you.
"I don't want my eyes to burn." He complained.
"Oh, i'm sure you'll be fine, angel." You amusingly said then pecked his lips before starting to cleanse your own skin while he stood awkwardly with his eyes still closed and you watched him in the mirror.
"Baby, you look ridiculous." You laughed and Charles groaned.
"Can i wash it off?"
"Yes, of course! It's not a mask or anything."
Sighing in exaggerated relief, Charles grabbed a towel out of the cabinet and splashed water on his face, a couple droplets hitting you as he did so. You followed in his footsteps and washed the cleanser off.
"Now, this!" You grabbed one of your favorite mask. It did an amazing job soothing your skin and since it usually felt really nice and cool against your face, you knew Charles would like it.
"Wait, it's kind of cold." He proved you right as you applied it onto his face, his hand reaching up to swipe some off his face. You pushed his hand away and told him to leave it alone before you put on some yourself.
"We wait 15 minutes now."
You could practically see the idea spark in Charles' mind.
"I'll be back in a second." He walked out of the bathroom, disappearing out of your sight within seconds.
In the time he was gone, you grabbed your phone, checked for any texts and snapped a selfie in the mirror, intending to share it on your story. It was only then that you noticed the purple mark on your neck, making you blush like a teenager.
You saved the picture instead and went to search for your boyfriend when he appeared in the doorframe, carrying a bowl and his phone.
"I brought cucumbers!" He beamed, crunching on a slice as he spoke, "Now, we can look like we are at the spa."
Highly amused by this, you threw in a joke that you already knew was lame.
"Spa?" You made a driving motion with your hands, smiling as you spoke.
Charles narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, "Oh, come on! You know what i mean."
"Oui, i know what you mean." You grabbed a piece of cucumber and ate it, then another piece that you put on one of Charles' eyes.
"No, wait. I wanna put some music first." He grabbed your hand to stop you, unlocking his phone and scrolling through his music before clicking on a song and letting it play softly as he took a seat on the edge of the bathtub and covered his eyes with some cucumbers.
Smiling at the sight, you took a quick, discreet picture of him before you sat by the sink and mirrored his actions, loving that the picture was basically unsharable since he was in just his boxers, making it only yours to see.
While waiting for the time to be up, the two of you chatted about really random things, laughing so much that the cucumbers fell off a bunch of time until the both of you gave up on them. Instead, you had a small, silly photoshoot in the mirror than ended up with one of your favorite pictures of the two of you. Charles had one brow arched and was pouting his lips as he stood behind you while you were giggling at something he had said seconds earlier. It was a picture that would be kept between you and him only due to the choice of clothing, or lack of it thereof, and the painfully obvious mark on your neck.
Then, as his music shuffled, one of your songs came on. You rushed to skip it, groaning in a bit of annoyance but Charles pulled his phone away from you, telling you he loved that song, what left you inevitably enduring the awkwardness of listening to your own voice blasting out of your boyfriend's phone speakers. On the bright side, you got to witness Charles singing along to one of your songs what you found utterly adorable.
"You know, this was nice!" Charles admitted after he washed off the mask a few minutes later. You gave him an "i told you so" look as you patted your own face dry and grabbed the moisturizer that impressed him earlier.
You motioned for him to sit again and stood between his legs when he did, feeling his hands on the back of you thighs as you opened the jar and took a bit of product out, softly massaging it onto the entirety of his face, making sure not to miss any spots. He was smiling up at your the whole time, his eyes shining with all the love he had for you as he watched.
"Done!"
He grinned at you and admired as you moisturized your own skin.
"It feels like, it's really smooth." He gushed, touching his face repeatedly.
You laughed at that, "You were literally complaining just about half an hour ago."
He shrugged, waited for you to finish putting away the products before he pulled you to bed, slipping underneath the sheets with you pulled close to his chest. How could he not hold you so close when he's been dreaming of this for so long?
"Today was a bit tiring." He said, rubbing his eyes as he felt the sleepiness coming close to overpowering him.
"It was." You wrapped your arm around his waist, feeling so safe and serene with him so close, "But it was so worth it. Now i get to come home to you." A smile shone on you face as you looked up at him, finding that his gaze was already glued onto you.
"I love it so much, baby. You don't even know." His last word was interrupted by a yawn, "I love it so much that this is our bed, that you are actually here, not just an image on facetime while you talk from a completely different place. I love it so much that we don't have to calculate time zones as frequently as before, because let's be honest, that is kind of inevitable, and that you aren't a seven hour flight away from me." He lazily spoke, his arms tight around your body, one of his hands sliding down to move your leg so it was draping over his while you faced him and nuzzled your head into his chest.
"I love sleeping next to you too, angel. And I'm so thankful for you and for this. I don't think there is any greater comfort than sharing a home with you Charles. I don't know what i did to deserve you, to deserve so much happiness and love but I'll forever be grateful that you're the person i fell for."
With that, you hugged each other tightly and fell asleep in the safety of each other's arms, under a roof that you shared, not knowing what tomorrow would bring but still looking forward to it.
It was all so perfect.
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From 2010- Up All Night Listen Party
2011
Part 13
I sit on a sofa between Louis and Zayn cheering that our first Album is out next week! A woman named Dianna, who is the interviewer, sits on a chair next to us
“Hello! It’s been a bit of an amazing year for you I believe. I’ve got a small note of all of your achievements so far. Ok, UK fastest selling single with What Makes You Beautiful and a sold out tour, you excited!”
“Yeah” we all shout smiling
“I’ve also heard the fans have made paper dolls of you” as soon as Dianna says that the fans here for the live party throw the dolls at us. One nearly hits my face, but Zayn is quick to catch it
“Carful” Niall laughs
“Ok so the fans have got quests for you. Ok the first one is why is the album called up all night?” Niall hands the microphone to me
“YN wants to answer this”
“Thanks” I chuckle rolling my eyes “errm It’s called up all night because it’s just a big party really. When we’re together we end up staying up all night just chatting, playing games, watching movies. Also it’s named after a song” I hand the microphone back to Dianna
“Ok perfect. Next question what was your favourite thing about making the album?”
“Being in the the recording studio, but also filming the music videos was sick” Louis says
“I enjoyed the writing process, I didn’t think I’d enjoy writing songs as much as I have done” I say leaning over to Louis who’s still holding the microphone.
“Ok which song is the hardest one to sing?”
“What makes you beautiful because I have to sing that top harmony” Niall says then passes the microphone to Liam
“I would say for me, off the extended version, moments because it’s high”
“Save you tonight because of that chorus is so high” Louis passes the microphone to me
“Vocal wise stole my heart because I have to go from low into head voice so quick, but emotionally more than this. Ahhh hits me in the feels” I say before handing the mic to Zayn
“I’d have to say it’s between save you tonight and tell me a lie”
“I would say what makes you beautiful because it’s high” Harry finishes off and we pass the mic back to Dianna.
We then listen to some music before getting back into the interview. Dianna gives us some cookies while we are asked more questions
“Ok. Would you rather meet queen of England or Megan fox?”
“I know what these boys would say” I laugh
“Who’s that?”
“Megan Fox obviously. I’d say the Queen”
“You’d have tea and scones with her” Harry says in the typical posh British accent
“Love me a cuppa tea” I say nodding
“If you could add a 7th member to the group who would it be?”
“Another girl!” I yell “any girl!” everyone laughs at me
“Do you guys cook?”
“Yeah sometime. Louis’ a good cook” Liam says pointing to Louis
“Can you give us your favourite lyrics from the album”
“I like your friends look good but you look better” Harry says
“I like get out of my head and fall into my arms instead”
“I love that one. Ok next question do you cry when you hear any of your songs?”
“Yes! More than this. How I’m gonna sing it on tour I have no idea” I say
“I got teary eyed just listening to it last night so I can’t imagine how you will feel singing it”
“More than this is an emotional song anyway but now I can relate to that song more now than when we recorded it”
“What song off the album makes you happy. Zayn” Dianna hands the mic to Zayn
“Everything about and up all night”
“We’re moving on and playing some more music”
We carry on doing the watch party shock we have a lot of fun with. Then I head back home with Louis and Harry.
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I’m gonna ramble.
Genloss is just. Holy fucking shit.
I’ll admit, the first episode lowered my expectations. I saw the content warnings, I knew it was a horror project, so I thought I knew what I was getting into. Gl ep1 was not that, until the very short scene with the tv, after which it reverted back to more of a video game/comedy show. It was interesting for the most part, but it didn’t feel like a horror project.
That scene showed what genloss was going to become. It said that what Ranboo was going through was a show for ‘their’ entertainment and it showed that this video game-esque show, with its challenges and goofy villains wasn’t just that. It was a horror project.
Then episode 2 came out yesterday.
Ranboo’s reaction to cutting into a living body in order to find a key was not the most excited. He was disgusted by the idea, but when Charlie started joking around and well, he wasn’t really human, he was more okay. He wasn’t hurting anyone, not really. It was just gross. Then his mask malfunctioned, and Charlie’s insides were no longer the green of slime. He was screaming in agony and that was Ranboo’s fault. Then nothing. Everything was fine. Oh look, a hot wheels car! Isn’t that just hilarious?
Again, he reacted perfectly humanely when he found out that he would have to choose who got to live and who had to die upon seeing the carousel. He had just spilled out a man’s intestines, and now he would be responsible for more pain? One of them was sobbing. He had to interview them and decide who deserved to live? What kind of sick horror was this? Did it really feel real though? The man’s children, oh so funny. The slime man’s back! What’s he joking about this time? Oh Frank, we missed ya buddy.
The villain’s really not even that scary.
Faster and faster he adapted to avoid what should have been horrifying. A woman shot dead. A man killed by an anvil. Someone was eaten. Still, Ranboo was emotionless. Even when his mask began blinking, someone was there behind the scenes to fix it. It was just comedy for ‘them’ after all. They didn’t want their Hero too scared. So he was desensitized to everything.
His words often came out as generic as a video game character. Well… that’s what he was, to ‘them’. Ranboo played along because he had no other choice. His mask controlled him, though I’m not sure if it controlled how he perceived everything or how everyone else viewed the game as well.
When the person in the TV finally contacted him again and managed to shut the mask down, however temporarily it would be, Ranboo experienced everything again. He saw everything. Even when his mask had flashed and he was able to snap out of the game temporarily, he didn’t see the full scope. The cameras, the microphones, the people just watching him.
He is a pawn in their game, but now he’s beginning to realize that he may have his own moves he has to make.
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Elvis Presley (MOVIE) x Reader !ANGST/FLUFF!
"Honey he's alright." Your mom reassured you, grabbing your knee as you were continuously bouncing your leg. But your mom was wrong.. Elvis did not look alright and she knew it. He was sweating profusely, even more than usual and he just looked sick and tired. "I'd like to turn the house lights up." Elvis said into the mic after he finished singing.
You have an awful feeling in your stomach. You and Elvis had been married for a long time now and you knew when something was wrong... And something was defiantly wrong.
"'Cause now that you've seen me, I'd like to take a look at you." Your leg continues to bounce as your anxiety rises. "Oh you're beautiful.. Thank you." He smiles before making eye contact with you. "We've got some high-rollers in here tonight... Starting off with my beautiful wife, Y/N L/N." He put his hand out to you, guiding the audience to where you were. Your eyes squinted as the blinding light of the spotlight hit you. You smiled the best you could and waved, still feeling uneasy. "Yeah.. Yeah she's beautiful." He mumbled into the mic. "And let's not forget Mr International Hotel himself." Elvis pointed out, the blinding light leaving you.
"See? He's alright." Your mom mumbled again, barely believing her own words. "No.. No there's something wrong." You mumble, shaking your head. "And right next to him, is my so-called manager, Colonel Tom Parker." So-called? What did that mean? "But I hear rumors that Colonel is an alien." Your eyes widen. "Is.. Is he high?" Your mother mumbles.
He looked like a rabid dog, sweat beating off his face, glaring at the Colonel, taking peoples drinks and drinking it right in front of them. The audience didn't find his behavior to be off putting but oh did you. You knew something was wrong the moment he stepped on stage. He had taken longer to get on stage than usual and he came out sweating... Which never happened. He was always very posh and clean before shows. "Somebody call the FBI and tell 'em that he has abducted me, that he has locked me in the golden cage, to keep me here forever with you, ladies and gentlemen." Tears swelled in your eyes, he looked so miserable and tired that it broke your heart.
"So I'm caught in a trap.. I can't get out..." He began to slur his song while stumbling around the stage. You started to breathe heavily and sweat yourself, feeling your anxiety get higher and higher. "'Cause Colonel's got some big debts, baby." You gasp along with the crowd before shooting your head over to your mother and she grabbed your arm in a comforting way. The saw the Colonel get up and begin to walk away. "Well, this is the last show I'm ever playing here." The audience groans in sadness.
"I'm gonna get on my jet plane... With my uh.. My beautiful wife. And I'm gonna fly away." Your body was shaking. He was staring at the ceiling and slurring words as he was obviously very confused and delirious. He started mumbling more on 'flying away' before- "Fuck the International." You gasp again. "And Las Vegas." You didn't know if you were allowed to get up and go backstage but you wanted to. You wanted to get up and pull him off stage but you knew there was a good chance of you getting in trouble.
"Ain't no one gonna stop me, man." You looked back at your mother. "What do we do?" You ask. Your mothers mouth opened to say something but nothing came out, she was just as confused and scared as you were. Elvis then turned to his left and scoffed. "Oh! Security. Security!" He yells out. He then starts to babble until he grabs one of the guitarists microphones and starts yelling 'security' over and over again.
"800 shows! You don't have a goddamn passport, you son of a bitch!" As you watched the curtains fall down the stage that was your cue to get the hell up. You quickly got up with your mother calling for you, telling you to come back. "You are fired!" You ran to the stairs of the backstage. "You are fired!" You finally made it to the backstage but before you could run on stage Jerry grabbed you. "Let me go!" You yelled while trying to shove him. "Y/N don't. He's not well right now." You tried to fight him but the sound of his screams cause you to freeze in place.
"YOU'RE FIRED!" Your blood ran cold. You had heard Elvis angry before... But nothing like this. He mumbled something to the Colonel before walking off stage, dropping the mic in the process. "Jerry let go!" You elbowed him and he finally did. You sped walk after Elvis with Jerry following you.
You found Elvis in a spare room in the building on a couch but as you were going to walk in his father grabbed you and stopped you. "Y/N don't." "Y'know I'm sick of all of you telling me what to do. He's my husband and I want to make sure he's alright." "Well he's not alright." You stared at him. "What happened?" You asked. Jerry and him gave each other looks and you glared at both of them. "What. Happened." You asked again. "Elvis passed out before the show." Your eyes widened. "So we shot him up and Morphine and-" "MORPHINE?! Are you insane!?" You yell.
"The Colonel wanted-" "The Colonel? Are you really that spineless?! You let that bastard tell you what was best for your son!?" You yell. He looked down at the floor, ashamed of himself.
With all the yelling you were doing Elvis noticed. He looked at the door which was slightly open to see you yelling at his father. "Y/N... Y/N.." He mumbled out. You heard him calling for you (somehow) and you turned your head to the inside of the room to see him calling for you, his arms reaching out to you. You push past Vernon and you walk into the room, walking over to him and sitting down next to him. He wrapped his arms around your torso and rested his head on your chest while you put your hands on his head, running your fingers through his hair.
"You look beautiful tonight..." He mumbled. You chuckle with tears swelling in your eyes. "Thank you baby.." You say while placing a kiss on his head. "...How do you feel?" You ask. "I'm tired." He mumbles against your skin. "Want me to help you to your room?" You ask. He nodded and sluggishly pulled away from you. You stood up and grabbed his arm, helping him up and putting his arm around your shoulders.
He leaned on you and stumbled the entire time until you made it to your bedroom. You placed him on the bed and stood in front of him. "Can you get dressed by yourself? Or do you need help." You ask. Elvis chuckles, "Trying to get me naked Mrs Presley?" You roll your eyes and grab his pajamas, throwing it at him. "Get dressed you weirdo." You say while walking off into the bathroom. You did your business in the bathroom and got dressed before walking out. You saw Elvis in his pajamas but his face was in his hands. You walked over to the bar and grabbed a glass and some water. You pour the water in the glass and walk over to Elvis. "Here... Drink this." He looks up at you and grabs the drink. He mumbled 'thank you' before chugging down the water.
"You should lie down... Get some rest. Hopefully you feel better in the morning." You say while placing your hand on his forehead to check for a fever. He placed the glass on his nightstand and he grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles and resting his cheek against your hand. "You're an Angel... A Godsend.." You smile and bend down to kiss his head. "I love you. Now go to bed, you seem tired." You say while pulling away and going to your side of the bed.
You both lie down and immediately he grabs you and pulls you against him. "I love you. You're perfect." He mumbles.
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The Volunteer
The new Hunger Games movie, TBOSAS, reignited my love for the series and Finnick Odair. This started off as an imagine concept but then I just kept adding to it. Now it's a series. Definite slow burn, please tell me what you think if you read it!
Part 2 is up!
While District Four had become more of a career district, Cyrena Thalassa did not expect her younger brother to volunteer for tribute when he knew how much she despised the games. She had hope that died when he uttered two little words that seemed like it broke her heart and her mind at the same time. He was only 13. It was only the second year he had his name in the bowl. But when the girl's name was called, it did not stop her from interrupting the girl's first step.
“I volunteer as tribute!” My voice called across the crowd of people. Titan looks shocked from where he is next to the podium, and I feel sick to my stomach. But I can’t watch him die to the games, to the careers from 1 and 2 who he will try to befriend only to be stabbed in the back or killed in the cornucopia's bloodbath.
My feet drag my body to the stairs, my eyes lock onto my brother and he is enraged. “What’s your name, dear?” the presenter questions, her eyebrows raising impatiently as I finally take in what she is saying now that she is in front of me.
“Cyrena. Cyrena Thalassa.” I murmur, which seems to send her eyebrows higher as her mouth opens in surprise.
Her face quickly changes as she turns to the crowd “How cute! Family,” she speaks into the microphone. She turns to my brother, “Are you two siblings, cousins?” She trails off, and he looks over at me as he mutters his response.
“She’s my sister.”
“How wonderful! Your own built-in ally!” she squeaks into the microphone, “Well say goodbye to district four! You two will be getting to experience the Capitol together!”
She ushers us into the building behind us, Titan storming off in front of us. The Peacekeepers close the door behind us, faster than Titan can whirl around to yell at me. “What is wrong with you,” he starts in on me, the presenter quickly moving away from us, “you don’t even like the games and you volunteer just because I do? What, you think I need protection?” he accuses.
“Titan, you’re 13. Nobody your age has won, I am not losing you to the games. I thought you knew better than this!” I yell back at him, anger finally winning over as I look at him.
He scoffs, “You are the only one who doesn’t like the games! I just didn’t want you to try and stop me, I didn’t think you’d volunteer! There’s only one winner, you or me. How do you expect this to play out, Cyrena?” He pulls his hands across his face. I shake my head at him, the fleeting anger leaving my body.
I notice two people enter the room, recognizing them as the former victors before I state, “I have no intentions of winning.” I turn to the two people who I assume will be our mentors, “Now that we are clear, I’m Cyrena. This is Titan, my brother.”
“So we’ve heard.” the man, Finnick, says, “Quite the show you put on.”
I level him with a stare, “As the youngest victor in history, I expect you to train him with everything you’ve got. Make him the next youngest victor.”
He cocks his head, “And what about you? Or do you expect to just do all this and then end up dying at the cornucopia in front of him the first minute in?” The older lady next to him whacks his arm, scoldingly saying his name, which he raises his hand in defeat while still maintaining the same attitude he had, “I’m just saying, without training she’s not gonna make it very far to protect him.”
I cross my arms, “I’m a career and have been training for years, though I was hoping not to have to use any of it, seems like i’m out of luck.” I sigh, deflating a bit “Now do I get to say goodbye to my family before the train?”
“I was just coming to escort you myself. I never got to introduce myself. Finnick Odair, but it seems you know who I am. This is Mags.” He gestures to the lady next to him, “We are your mentors.” Mags smiles at us softly, giving me a very warm look.
“Now I can take you to your family. Then to the train where Mags will be along with your escort, Koi.” he grins at us, watching Mags slowly leave while holding open the door for her before whirling back around to us.
Titan looks over at me before leaving the room quickly as Finnick still holds the door. I follow at a slightly slower pace so I’m behind him and Finnick takes up next to Titan once I’m clear of the doorway. He guides us to another room where our parents and older brother are.
Finnick leans on the wall of the hallway while I watch Titan go in and give our parents a hug. I stop in the doorway, facing the hall to close the door and catch Finnicks cheeky grin before I shut it. Then I put on a smile and turn to face my family.
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Hi!!
15. 😬🎤💬👀😰🤢😵💫🫠🏥😭🤮
(could it be with Taehyung as the sickie and one of the hyung line members as a caretaker? If not that's fine)
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Sick: Taehyung
Caretaker: Seokjin
Tw: vom**, emeto, passing out, mentions of nausea, stomach pain
Word count: 525
Enjoy!!!!! There's a few more to come!!
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Taehyung can only describe what he's feeling as jittery. He's buzzing with discomfort, nerves going straight to his stomach. He watches Namjoon say his speech, thanking army's for the award. The lights on stage are so bright, blinding, and making sweat gather on his forehead.
And then some of the others say a few words and meaningful gratitude. Then it's Taehyung's turn and his hands shake as he holds the microphone in the stand. A hand is placed on his shoulder and he goes autopilot.
A combination of trying not to throw up and trying to stay on your feet is... a struggle. "We are s-so lucky to have Army's support!" Taehyung gives a wobbly smile. To most of the audience it's convincing, but every one of his band mates hear the strain in his voice.
Taehyung walks away from the microphone and they leave the stage, when his stomach lurches Taehyung makes a detour to some hallway backstage. Seokjin's worry gets the best of him and he follows the younger.
"Taehyung-ah? What's the matter?" Seokjin says, calling from behind until Taehyung stops in his tracks. He's got a hand to his stomach, pinched expression on his face. He backs against the wall for support, he can barely make out Seokjin's voice or what's happening around him. "Hyung I-I need to sit down." Taehyung says with urgency, black dots dancing in his vision.
"Here, here. Deep breaths," Seokjin ushers Taehyung to sit on the floor, holding the younger's waist. He's looking deathly pale and judging by the hand to his stomach, he feels horriblely sick too. Taehyung blinks slowly, sweat trailing down his back. "M'gonna pass out.." Taehyung says faintly, body lulling to the side.
"Taehyung-ah!" Seokjin mumbles under his breath, softly letting Taehyung lay on the floor. He then sees a staff running over, "we need the medics," Seokjin worries and franticly, the staff retrieves the paramedic team on stand by. The rest is a blur, Taehyung half wakes up and they transport him into a wheelchair, taking him to their medical room.
"Jin-hyung, what's going on? Is Taehyung okay?" Namjoon asks, the rest of the group behind him. "He's passed out, hang on. Let me check with him." Seokjin has to skim past all the other's questions, quickly making his way to the second youngest, watching him get transferred onto a bed.
"Taehyungie," Seokjin says and grabs one of the younger's hands, holding it securely. "Hyung—I'm g-gonna vomit." Taehyung groans, and one of the paramedics have a sick bag on stand by already. "Can we sit him up?" Seokjin asks, holding the bag under Taehyung's chin as they adjust the bed.
Imidiantly Taehyung pukes a wave of water and bile into the sick bag, everyone in the room bustling around as Seokjin strokes up and down the younger's back. "It's okay, baby," Seokjin whispers close to Taehyung as he starts to cry helplessly. "I feel so sick, h-hyung.." Taehyung sobs, spitting up another round of puke.
"Shh, you're going to be fine. You have all these people helping you." Seokjin comforts, catching the members' gazes through the doorway. He will be fine.
#bts#bts!sickfic#soft-for-yoongi writes#emeto#bangtan#emeto mention#emeto fic#sickfic#vomit mention#sick#taehyung#sick!taehyung#caretaker!seokjin#fainting#tw emeto#emoji sequence#tw vomit#anon ask
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Safekeeping
Dollhouse Masterlist
tw doll whump (as in human dolls), sensory deprivation, lady whumpee and lady whumper, restrained, tied together, captivity, talk of implied nsfw and noncon and forced intimacy, emotional whump
Grace hadn’t given up on the idea of making Dusk and Ginger a couple. The whole thing made both of them sick to their stomach, but protesting rarely got them anywhere in the haunted dollhouse. The threats of more amputation and more drugs started rolling in early, and Dusk tried to keep up with Ginger’s insistence at not complying.
It was absolutely terrifying. He had no idea how she managed to keep responding with snark and cynicism in the face of being told, ‘I could saw off both your arms and both your legs, then attach little puppet limbs.’ When the two of them got tied to each other and thrown into the dark room on a ‘blind date’, he decided that was a good time to start pleading with her.
“Listen to me, please– she’s not gonna stop until we do this thing. I don’t even know what she really wants–”
“I’m not even going to hold your fucking hand, Dusk.”
“You want to get out of here, don’t you?” he asked desperately. “You want to get out, and you want to get back to normal life. Think of how much easier an escape would be if you still had your legs. This is suicide.”
“I have values in life!” she screamed, and Dusk could tell that she knew he was right. It wasn’t an easy pill to swallow. Even saying the words himself took tremendous effort; hearing them from someone else would’ve made him flip the same way. All of them had spent so much time trying to deny that Grace had complete control over their life now. They all wanted to pretend that fighting back was an option, and that if they did it consistently, those vivid pictures Grace had painted simply wouldn’t ever become reality.
No one liked to say the quiet part out loud, the one they had all subconsciously internalised already. It was a miserable reality. It was disheartening to know that all their efforts would just hurt them in the end, and to no avail. It was all just delaying the inevitable.
“She won’t stop,” he whispered. “She just won’t. She tied us up with our backs together this time, fully clothed. But you can imagine how it could get much worse than that. She could also just feed us those drugs, the ones that make you… you know.”
“Aphrodisiacs.”
“Those.”
There was a moment of pause between them, with not even Ginger kicking and cussing. “You really think we can get out one day?” she whispered back. They both knew that the whole place was bugged, and speaking quietly probably did nothing to help their case; the microphones were most likely sewn into their custom doll clothes. Still, it made them feel a little safer, and false beliefs of security were the only things they had in this place.
“I… I don’t know. I want to think that we can.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“I know.”
Ginger shifted, and if he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought he heard her sniffle. “And for that… for– for that– potential, hypothetical escape… we need our limbs,” she choked out.
Dusk’s heart broke for her. This whole situation was so messed up. “Ideally… we’d have them, yes.”
Another pause, longer this time. Ginger wept quietly, and Dusk wished he could’ve said something to make it better. He wished he could’ve done something to fix it, to get them both out, to get them all out, so no one had to suffer any more than they already had. But he couldn’t. The most he could do was pretend he didn’t hear it, so she wouldn’t get embarrassed and angry.
“Maybe she just wants tea parties,” he offered eventually. “Who acts out… stuff like that with dolls? We can survive a kiss, right?”
Ginger hummed in agreement. “We can survive a kiss,” she repeated, her voice dead and hollow. “We can survive one. Or two. We can survive anything, can’t we?”
Dusk swallowed. “I’m sorry, Ginger. Neither– neither of us wants this. Any of this. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Her robotic reassurances did nothing to ease his guilty-conscience, even if it was the most she’d ever given him. He felt like an accomplice, helping Grace make her deranged little fantasies come true by convincing the other dolls to comply. Even if he knew that this was all for survival’s sake, all because he didn’t want to see her body be replaced bit by bit until she had no choice but to go along with any and everything, he felt like he was in the wrong. He felt disgusting.
“I wish I could do something,” he muttered. “Anything.”
“Can you do something for me, then?”
He raised his head, slightly turning to the side, as if he could catch a glimpse of her face in the darkness. “Yeah?”
“Can you remember my name for me?” she asked softly. “I’d rather get rid of it entirely before…” She trailed off, audibly swallowing her tears. “I don’t want to go into this with that in mind. I’d like you to safekeep it for me, until we can get out. I don’t– I don’t want it… tainted and…”
“I get it,” he interrupted gently.
“I want you to give it back when we get out. I want–” Her voice broke, and she had to take a moment to get herself together. “If we get out– when we get out, I want you to give my name back. And tell me I’m really her. I, I want you to grab me by the shoulders, look me in the eye, and tell me it’s over, and that I can be her again.”
Dusk wanted nothing more than to do that. “I will.”
Ginger spent a few minutes working up to it. Dusk waited patiently, staring into the pitch black nothingness in front of him, wondering whether the name was going to come as a surprise, or it’d be something that felt like he’d known it all his life. And when she finally uttered the word, quietly, voice barely above a whisper, he took it and buried it deep enough that Grace would never be able to reach it. One day they were going to dig it up together, with the same shovel they would’ve used to kill Grace beforehand.
“I can just be Ginger now.” Her voice was somehow lighter now. Dusk couldn’t imagine how long she’d held onto this defiant little secret without telling anyone. How many nights she must’ve spent repeating it to herself, trying not to lose her identity in a place that was designed to snatch it away from her. “Stupid, empty-headed Ginger, the doll.”
Dusk tilted his head back, leaning it against hers. There were no words of comfort powerful enough to make it all go away. But sometimes they got a fleeting chance to offer some relief through actions like this, actions that weren’t performed on command. And when she let out a soft sigh, Dusk got the feeling that these gestures were equally cherished by all of them, despite what some tried to make this little world believe.
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#dollhouse#dusk#ginger#whump#whump writing#doll whump#sensory deprivation#lady whumpee#lady whumper#restrained#tied together#captivity#emotional whump#implied forced intimacy#implied future noncon#lady whump
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Yugo Asuma x Male!Reader [Angst]
Enemies to Lovers AU. Nijisanji AU(? [characters are real people who live in the same fantasy world]
(I am not creative so, pick whatever you'll like to be your DJ Name -dj/n)
Masterlist.
Nijisanji EN/Noctyx
i messed up the prompt 🙃
Everyone knew about it, there wasn't a single person who wasn't aware of it.
Yugo and (M/n)'s rivalry was visible from kilometers away. The DJ's never liked each other, and it's been years since they've met. No one knew exactly why they had such rivalry, but it's been a while since any of their friends stopped caring about it, deciding on silently watching as they bickered and proceeded to ignore each other.
But something happened.
Different DJs from all over the country, even from different continents, came to a specific event. An event where they played music for a crowd that got bigger and bigger with each DJ that got up on stage. Now, it was Yugo's turn to play some music and hype the crowd, right after him came (M/n), who was helping backstage with moving stuff around to prepare his scenario.
While carrying a couple of smaller speakers, a staff member collided with him, making (M/n) lose his footing and trip over a cable. With a laugh, he fell on his ass, waving his hand and saying he was okay, but the staff member started freaking out when he saw some heavy equipment wobble.
"(M/n)-!" The male frowned and looked up, just in time to see what was gonna fall on him.
Before he could react quickly enough, he passed out 'cause of the hard hit to his head, his body limp under the equipment. Immediately, a group of people ran to him and lifted it, moving it away from (M/n)'s unconscious body.
The amount of blood coming out from the huge gush on his head made some of them feel sick and nauseous, but one person hurried to grab her phone with shaky hands and called emergencies.
(M/n) was taken to the hospital as quickly as possible, while staff handed Yugo a note, briefly explaining what had happened to (M/n) and why he may not be able to present his music, so Yugo was asked to perform for a while longer.
"Uh- so... Uhm," Yugo looked at the crowd, holding the microphone, he saw how hyped everyone was to listen to (M/n) next, "(DJ/N) had a little accident backstage so I'll... be playing music for a little while longer while we wait for him to come back, okay?" His voice trembled as he observed the crowd mumble amongst themselves, but Yugo placed the microphone down and started playing music.
He improvised a remix of one of his best songs and (M/n)'s first hit, people seemed to like it and soon, they were hyped once again.
Every ten minutes, a staff member stood behind the stage and kept signaling Yugo to keep going, and by the time the event was over, Yugo was getting a little worried. If (M/n) only had a little accident why hasn't he come back yet?
He got off the stage after the crowd started dispersing to leave, and he found one of his friends waiting for him.
"Fu-chan!" He called for the cyborg, who grabbed Yugo's wrist and started dragging him to his car, "My things-!"
"I already picked them up, now get in," Fulgur opened the back door of the car and walked around to the driver's seat. Silently, Yugo got in the back of the car, and he just realized Uki was in the passenger seat.
"Hi, Yugo, how was the concert?" Uki asked with his soft and gentle voice, but keeping an eye on his phone, he seemed to be expecting a call or a text.
"It... It was good..." Was all Yugo said as Fulgur turned the engine and started driving away, "Where are we going?"
"To the hospital."
With that, Yugo understood that they were going to see how (M/n) was, and he scoffed at that, "Why do I have to-?"
"He was in surgery for a while, the doctors said he lost too much blood and they don't know if there's any kind of brain damage," Fulgur's words made Yugo hold his breath.
"Didn't he have... a little accident?" Uki turned around in his seat, reaching his hand to place it on the DJs.
"We thought worrying you would've been a bad idea, Yugo," a frown showed up on Yugo's brow, a mocking smile pulling his lips up.
"Worried? Ha! Why would I be worried about that idiot?" He responded pulling his hand away from Uki's and looking out the window, not realizing his leg has been bouncing rapidly due to his anxiety. Uki looked at Fulgur who glanced back and placed his hand on Uki's, gently stroking his soft skin with his thumb.
"Everything will be okay, Uki."
The rest of the way to the hospital was quiet, and after parking, the three of them got off the car. Yugo was the first one to walk in, walking past the front desk and straight with Alban and Sonny, who were waiting for them in the lobby.
"Where's (M/n)?" He asked in a rush, Alban looked at Sonny for a moment before answering.
"On the third floor-" not letting the brown-haired male finish his sentence, Yugo ran to the stairs, too impatient to wait for the elevator. He didn't know why he was feeling like this, why his heart was thumping in his chest. He just knew he wanted to see (M/n).
Arriving on the third floor, Yugo saw some of (M/n)'s friends, Luca, Shu, and Ren. The three of them turned to look at where Yugo was standing with his breath ragged, sweat glistening on his pale skin, as he sped walked towards them.
"How-?" He stopped to try and regain his breathing, "How is he?"
Ren and Luca looked at Shu, they knew the sorcerer would be a little bit tactful with Yugo.
"He's still unconscious, he... his skull cracked and he was in surgery for a while, the doctors..." Shu glanced at the Aussies, and took a deep breath, "The doctors say that they are not sure what kind of damage his brain has so... we just have to wait until he wakes up."
In complete silence, Yugo walked closer to (M/n)'s hospital room and glanced in through the window. He had a bandage wrapped around his head, tubes going into his mouth, and an IV on his arm. He was still, and he looked dead, the tone of his skin completely different from what it usually looked like.
Tears gathered in Yugo's eyes, and he bit his lip, looking down as he wondered why he felt his chest hurt at the sight of (M/n)'s body in that bed.
However, he felt like knowing would end up destroying him.
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Ever since that day, every single one of the (M/n)'s friends came to visit him. From Elira, Pomu, and Finana, to the high school students from the Institute of Mystic.
And it's already been a whole month. (M/n) hasn't woken up yet, and the doctors only told them that they had to wait, (M/n) was in a coma and how long it take him to wake up was uncertain.
But it only took (M/n) forty-five days to wake up. Ike and Kyo were the ones that were staying with (M/n) during that time of the day, and the older one of them got up to go get a doctor.
A nurse walked in and behind him, a doctor. She asked him questions that he was able to respond well, what was his name, how old was he, and if he remembers what happened.
"Something fell... on me and hit my head..." The doctor finished checking his vitals and making sure he was stable, before getting serious with him.
"Alright, we weren't able to assess the damage to your brain, so we need to do that now, so first," she walked and stood next to Ike and Kyo, "Do you recognize them?"
Blinking a few times, as he felt a slight stinging pain in his head, he nodded, "That's Kyo," he pointed at the short, blue-haired male, "And that's Ike," he proceeded to point at the novelist.
After that, the doctor made (M/n) respond to some stuff, and everything seemed to be okay with his brain, the next day he was gonna have some physical therapy to see if his motor actions had been affected at all, so for now, her and the nurse walked out.
Throughout the rest of the day, every single one of his friends came to check up on (M/n), some of them tearing up and hugging him after seeing him unconscious for over a month. (M/n) was feeling a little overwhelmed, his head pounding with a mild headache, Uki sensed his discomfort and so did Aster, both of them gracing his forehead, which made the male sigh as he felt how his pain was gone in a matter of seconds.
"Thank you guys," both of them smiled at (M/n), whispering a 'no problem'.
At the moment, Uki was in the room with Fulgur and Aster was with Scarle, apparently, they were waiting for someone else to come by but (M/n) had no idea who they were talking about.
And five minutes later, the door of his room opened, revealing a dark blue-haired male, his slim body covered by black clothing that was kinda fitted to his body. He had a frown on his face, his way of hiding his worry and he made eye contact with (M/n), who was looking at him with an indescribable look in his eyes.
"So, you finally woke up, idiot?" Everyone in the room was expecting a snarky remark from (M/n), but they realized how he was in complete silence, staring at Yugo with curiosity, a small smile growing on his face.
The sight of (M/n)'s gentle smile made Yugo's heart beat faster, a blush rushing up to his face.
"I'm guessing we know each other?" After processing what (M/n) just said, everyone stared at each other, before looking at Yugo who had tears in his eyes, "Uhm, did I... say something wrong?"
Yugo blinked the tears away, bit his bottom lip, and turned around to leave, "I need some air," his voice was shaky, his body trembling. Uki glanced at Fulgur who nodded and walked after the DJ, closing the door behind him and seeing him resting on the wall, "He doesn't... remember me, Fuu-chan..."
Feeling his heart hurt at the sound of Yugo's voice, Fulgur walked up to him and hugged him. Even if the DJ was never honest about it, Fulgur always knew that Yugo felt something other than rivalry toward (M/n), and maybe, this could be their chance of starting over.
"Yugo, listen to me," holding his face in his hands, Fulgur made eye contact with Yugo, "I know you're sad that (M/n) doesn't remember you but... not everything is lost."
With shining eyes, Yugo stared into Fulgur's grey eyes.
"Now you can be his friend, you can get to know him better than ever," glancing over his shoulder, Fulgur saw through the window how (M/n) was smiling and talking to Uki, while Aster and Scarle were busy doing their homework, "Remember when you told me that... you crave the friendship everyone has with (M/n)?"
Yugo looked over Fulgur's shoulder and nodded once.
"You can have that now, maybe even more."
Taking a deep breath, Yugo nodded again and wiped the few tears that managed to fall down his cheeks, showing a small smile.
"I'll try my best, Fuu-chan," smiling back at him, Fulgur hugged Yugo.
"That's my boy."
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After that talk, Fulgur walked in with Yugo, who stayed quiet until everyone but him left the room.
There, alone with (M/n), they were finally able to have a normal conversation without calling each other names and making fun of the other's music. For once in their life since they met, it seemed like they were becoming friends, and who knows.
Maybe... even more than just friends.
(Any DJs, doctors, or good writers that could tell me how this turned out 'cause I don't like it)
#nijisanji en#nijien noctyx#yugo asuma x reader#yugo asuma#noctyx x reader#male reader#reader insert#x reader#one shot#angst#.mackjlee9 writes
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Can we get a drabble where reader is kissing band au Livio? He’s got piercings and tattoos and eyeliner and my heart teehee
I'M GONNA DO YOU ONE SO MUCH BETTER CHRIS, I WILL MAKE IT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MASTERPIECE FOR MY FAVOURITE BEAN!
Sweat dripped off Livio's forehead, lips pressed close to mic as his voice carried into the silver, metallic mesh. It was like an god had blessed him with the voice an angel, those golden irises searching the crowd of fans for one inparticular.
Ever since Punisher's Church started their tour, Livio had been a distracted, nervous wreck. Perhaps it was homesickness, or as his brother taunted, love sickness.
Most tours you were diligently in the front row, singing along with band as you screamed your support for your shy boyfriend, even embarrassing him with cheesy signs you'd slap on the front railing. So it became habit to seek you out in the front, smiling down at you with love and adoration.
Only this time you weren't there, unable to make it for the first half of the tour due to work. You'd apologised profusely the moment your boss called, and Livio knew how seriously you took your job, he wasn't going to drag you away from it either.
The band had to deal with his moping, Vash their drummer tried his hardest to cheer his brother in-law, dragging him about to stores and even taking him out to cute cafes. The only issue with that, was Livio would always comment shyly how you'd like such places, and they were back where they started.
Nai their infamously irritable manager grew increasingly aware of how much it affected Livio's performance, the poor guy was about to pop a vein if Livio didn't stop his ridiculous display of separation anxiety. It was infuriating to witness, taking matters into his own hand.
Now his eyes found a pair of familiar ones staring back at him, heart soaring with unreserved joy at you in the crowd, leant over the railing as you screamed those words he grew to adore.
"I love you, you goofball!"
Livio smiled, arms outstretched to pull you on-stage before him. Fans already knowing who you were, never far from the silver-haired lead singer, so they cheered in support of your appearance.
The distance was closed between you two, lips crashed together in a needy, desperate kiss of passion. Your hands held his face, his own neglected the microphone in favour of your hips, tongue slipping inside your welcoming mouth.
Wolfwood made some sly joke, Vash throwing one of his drumsticks of his husband. Nai watched on the sidelines, a coy smirk graced his features, happy to have Livio himself again. Though he'd never admit it.
Your teeth chattered against the tongue piercing Livio had since the moment he legally could, trapping his tongue as you pulled away, smile cheeky and mischievous as the crowd cried out at the scene.
With a small suck, you released his tongue, Livio instantly hiding behind his hands. He was flustered, embarrassed and oh so happy you were back in his arms, even if he was hiding behind them currently. You laughed, prying those hands away.
"I love you, my sweet angel." You cooed, his mic picking up every word.
He swallowed, voice stuttering from those lovesick lips. "I-I love yo-you too."
#trigun stampede#trigun#trigun x reader#shy livio is best livio#livio x reader#trigun livio#tristamp livio#livio the double fang#livio x you#trigun band au#livio has separation anxiety
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