#I don't know how I'm getting here so fast but I am kind of okay with everything atm

[potato-elf]

fellas I have good news - I picked up a diary and actually write in there to work through my complicated feelings instead of blasting them on main! (I say as I will vent a little bit in the tags but its a positive vent this time around)

[harrysfolklore]

Tom Blyth and YN Take a Couples Quiz | GQ - actress!yn

gif by @obriy <333

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

read my actress!yn x tom insta blurb here <3

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"Hi I'm YN" 

"And I'm Tom"

"And today we're doing..." you looked at Tom so you could say the following part of your introduction together, "The GQ Couple Quiz!"

"Are you nervous?" you said as you looked at him, noticing his hands fidgeting on his lap.

"I'm alright, I'm pretty confident I'm a great boyfriend and I'll know all the answers." he gave the camera his million dollar smile and you couldn't help but show a smile of your own.

"Okay, first question," you looked at the card in your hands, "What is the name of my first movie?

"That one's pretty easy," he shrugged before continuing, "Spider-man Homecoming."

"That's correct," you flipped the card to read the next question, "What city did I grow up in?

Tom stayed quiet for few seconds, looking nervously at the camera and making you laugh. 

"Already? Really?" you looked at him in disbelief, "I thought you were a great boyfriend!"

"I am! This is a tricky one!" Tom moved his hands around and you covered your mouth with the card to hide your laugh "Okay, you were born in California, but you actually grew up in Phoenix."

"Correct! See! You knew it," you grabbed the card with the next question, "What would my job be if I weren't an actress?"

"Detective," Tom quickly said, "100% detective."

"Oh! That was fast," Tom shrugged before you continued, "Okay bonus, what kind of detective?" you looked at him with a raise eyebrow.

"Homicide," he replied quickly again, "All of those true crime podcasts prove it."

"Well yeah, that's true," you smiled as you read out the following question,  "Where was our first date?"

"It was at your house," Tom smiled as he remembered the moment, "And it was playing Clue, and I had to pretend to enjoy that game for you, and it was totally worth it."

"How sweet of you," you smiled at him before continuing, "Oh boy, you have to be specific for this one," Tom raised his eyebrows and waited for you to give him the question, "What is my night routine?"

"So, she puts on this little pink robe," he explained directly to the camera, "And then she puts her hair on one of these stretchy bandanna things so her hair is out of her face," you smiled at him, indicating that he was answering correctly, "Then she washes her face with this like foamy cleanse thing, then she puts on all her creams, and then when she's walking to the bed she turns on the heat, which is probably the only thing that we fight about," you both let out a laugh as he continued, "And then she gets in, she goes by her cupboard and she puts on these really fluffy and ridiculously warm socks and also my really baggy tracksuit bottoms but she rolls 'em and she puts one of my t-shirts 'cause she likes the smell of my aftershave," he smirked and you blushed for a second, "Then she gets in bed and she asks me to put one of these big fluffy, white blankets in the dryer so It's warm, then I tuck her in and put the other blanket on her  and that's it."

"Okay wow, you killed that one," you smiled at him, "You did really well."

The next questions were pretty easy for Tom's liking, getting right your astrological sing, celebrity crush, favorite ice cream flavor and the year you won your first Emmy. He ended up getting 23 points.

Now, it was your turn to answer questions about him.

"You feel ready, love?" he said giving you a smirk and you only nodded motioning him to read the first question, "Okay good luck, how old was I when I got my first role?"

"You were fifteen and already getting cast by Ridley Scott ." you answered confidently and sent a wink his way.

"Neat. What was the name of the high school I graduated from?"

"Was it North Hilld?" at this, Tom raised his eyebrows and shook his head, "Shit! It was Hills something, right?"

"You really don't know the name, love? This is making you look bad!" you covered your face in embarrassment, even tho you knew he was joking, "The correct answer is Arnold Hills."

"Ohhh that's right, give me the next one I'll do better."

"Okay, okay," he looked down at the card with the next question,  "Who's my celebrity crush?"

"Also easy, Jennifer Aniston," you smiled looking at the camera, “You had a poster of her hidden in your closet and all.”

"Nope, you're wrong," you raised your eyebrow at him, pretty sure you were right about your answer, "You're my celebrity crush, love."

"Tom! That was so bad!" you both laughed and he winked to the camera, "This is a serious game."

"Okay, okay, you got that one right," you rolled your eyes with affection as he read your next question, "The next questions are going to be a single sentence answer so I need you to do it as fast as you can, okay?"

"I'm ready, let's do it" 

"My go-to Karaoke song?

"Senorita by Justin Timberlake."

"What is my coffee order?"

"Oat milk latte."

"What is my biggest pet peeve?"

"Loud chewers."

"What's my hidden talent?"

"Whistling, like, melodically whistling if that makes sense."

"Okayy, those are all correct," he put the cards on the small coffee table between you, "We make a pretty good team, don´t you think?"

"We do, but I'm pretty sure I won." you shrugged and Tom laughed as you both turned to the camera to say your goodbyes.

"Thank you so much for watching. I personally think I won but we'll see."

"Thank you GQ!" you waved you hand and the camera stopped rolling shortly after.

The video ended up being one of the most watched on GQ's YouTube channel.

[formulawolff]

too fast - l.h.

pairing: lewis hamilton x assistant!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: cursing, ANGST, lewis is kind of an asshole in this but he makes up for it, implication of smut, drug and alcohol usage, idk what else to include so if y'all find somethin' lemme know!

a/n: yeah here we go with the assistant and famous celebrity/athlete trope. i will always be a fan of this trope, no matter what. this fic is also heavily inspired by the song too fast by sonder. hope y'all enjoy! i figured i would take a small break from the toto content for the moment! <3

"so how are things lately?"

the lights of vegas glitter all around as you inhale, shrugging slightly, "could be better, could be worse."

"yeah?"

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"well i'm single," you avoid his gaze as you exhale, the smoke billowing into the cool air, "so yeah, things aren't great. maybe if you paid attention to our conversations you'd know."

"oh, right," he plucks the blunt out of your hands, "i don't know if you know, but i have other shit to worry about right now other than your life troubles."

"fuck you," you scoff, rolling your eyes, "we spend nearly every waking moment together and you don’t even listen to a single word that comes out of my mouth.”

“i mean,” he coughs, “that’s why you’re my assistant, and not my team principal. i don’t have to listen to you.” 

“are you fucking serious right now?” you swivel on your heel, facing him.

lewis hamilton, eight time world champion stands beside you, leaning over the balcony of his suite. beneath you, the headlights of cars flash, the white noise of airplane engines humming overhead. there are the occasional beeps of horns, laughter from the other mercedes crew on other balconies, and the roar of luxury cars as they peel down the straights. 

yet, lewis is as poised as ever, blunt in one hand, a bottle of heineken in the other. his gaze is glossy as he peers over at you, his nose piercing glittering in the dim light. his lips are pursed, as if he was processing the words that just came out of his mouth.

“hey,” he begins, setting the blunt on the ashtray, “i-i didn’t mean that.”

“i would sure fucking hope so,” tears well up in your eyes, heat flourishing through your cheeks and into your neck, “what the fuck is wrong with you? i literally do everything for you. i order all of your favorite things. i organize your ubers, your catering, other deliveries. i make your appointments with stylists. i book your photoshoots. i stock your fridge. i braid your hair for you. fuck lewis, i even call you every morning to make sure you’re up and awake. i can’t even get you to listen to me for three seconds?” 

shaking your head, you bring your hands to your face, in a vain attempt to hide the fact that you were now sobbing. the tears flow, droplets splattering on your top as your shoulders shake, “what the fuck do i have to do to be listened to around here?”

“hey,” lewis takes a step forward, his hands wrapping around your wrists, “hey, i’m sorry. it was just a rough day. qualifying didn’t go as planned. i’m so fucking sorry.”

“s-sorry?” you choke out, “you just told me you don’t even listen to me and all i get is sorry? i know that sometimes practices don’t go according to plan but you can’t just be a fucking asshole and expect me to be okay with it.”

“i know,” lewis exhales, wrapping his arms around you, “i really fucked up, okay? something about your tone just really set me off, and i am so sorry. i got into it with toto earlier, that’s probably why i’ve been so bitter tonight.”

ah, so that was the reason behind the little outburst. 

ever since lewis announced his departure from mercedes at the end of the 2024 season, the once positive relationship between the driver and his team principal was quickly deteriorating. frequent arguments about the car, snippy radio exchanges, and speculations from the press were only contributing to the snowball effect that was going to eventually lead to an inevitable avalanche. 

as lewis’ assistant, sometimes you wondered if you knew him better than he knew himself. over the years, you had practically learned everything under the sun about the british driver. of course, when he came back from qualifying a little quieter than usual, you figured something had happened in the paddock. 

you just couldn’t quite put your finger on what. 

often times, the two of you joked that you acted like an old married couple the way you bickered. yet, there was nothing as hurtful or spiteful as the exchange that happened minutes ago. part of you knew that he didn’t mean it, but part of you couldn’t let it go because of his inebriated state.

sometimes drunk words were just sober thoughts. 

“do you really think you don’t have to listen to me because of my status?” 

“no,” his voice is small, “i don’t think that.”

“then why did you say it?”

“i d-don’t know,” you can hear his voice falter, “i-i was just upset from earlier. i usually don’t lash out like that.”

a sniffle fills your ears, his chest heaving slightly. glancing up, you notice the glimmer of a tear as it slips down his cheek, the driver’s lip trembling.

“lewis,” the notes in your tone are gentle, “is everything okay?”

“no,” he shakes his head, “i-i’m sorry.”

“what’s wrong?”

“i do listen to you,” squeezing his eyes shut, he allows you to wipe away a tear, “i promise i listen to you. i don’t want you to ever feel like i don’t. i’m sorry, i’ve just had a lot on my mind lately and–”

“don’t worry about me,” tenderly, you caress his cheekbone with the pad of your thumb, “i promise that i will survive. maybe you can hook me up with someone on the grid, yeah?”

“i can’t do that.”

“why not?” you arch a brow. 

“because there is no one else i would want you with on that grid but me,” his eyes open, meeting yours, “i’m so upset because i hurt you. i have feelings for you, and seeing you hurt like that, it nearly split me into two.”

“lewis,” your breath hitches in your throat as he leans in, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, “i-i don’t know what you want me to say.”

“come on,” he tuts, “you know why you ended things with that guy. he was getting frustrated at how much time we were spending together. and in your heart, you know that you can’t stay away from me. the way you look at me, i know that you feel the same way. you wouldn’t learn how to do my favorite hairstyles if there wasn’t some sort of love there. you wouldn’t order my favorite food without asking if you didn’t care. you wouldn’t spend all of this time with me if you didn’t like me.”

“maybe i do, just a little bit.”

“only a little bit?” he cocks his head, “you can’t just admit you’re in love with me?”

“what if i was?”

“hmm,” he hums, his mouth only millimeters from yours, “i’d tell you i was in love with you too.”

“you would have to promise me something, though.”

“anything.”

“would you slow down a little on your lifestyle?” you inquire, slightly testing the waters to see how far you could go. 

“and what does that entail?” a hand finds its way to the base of your neck, warm and comforting as a breeze rolls through.

“would you quit going to the strip clubs? driving recklessly? living the fast life?”

“if it meant that it would make you happy and secure, yes,” the words are brimmed with authenticity, “i want to make you the happiest woman on earth. i’d do anything for you.”

“would you quit tomorrow?”

“oh love,” he chuckles, “i’ll quit this instant.”

“and i’ll keep taking care of you.”

“promise?” his voice softens, “you promise you’ll stick by my side? even after i leave mercedes?”

“i promise.”

the corners of his lips curl into a smug smirk, the driver leaning in even closer. 

“that only means we get to seal that promise with a kiss then, huh?”

[wekiamo]

okay this is a little long but whatever Tom comes to meet your family when at the end of the night you sit sort of on his lap on the same couch as your family when he puts a blanket over you too and starts fingering you. You don't tell him to stop tho. The night ends a little bit later do you go home and fuck loudly

✧ keep it quiet - tom kaulitz smut

warnings: +18 and nsfw content, smut, fingering, semi-public sex, english isn’t my first language

a/n: tysm for the request anon! loved the idea 🖤

the night was going perfectly. tom finally met my parents for the first time and we all had dinner together. he was funny and kind, which made him and my parents instantly connect. we have all decided to go watch a movie before we go home.

while they're choosing the movie, i'm in the kitchen making popcorn for everyone. when i'm done, i separate two popcorn containers; one for me and tom, and one for my mom and my dad. i walk to the couch in the living room and hand my parents their container.

- there you go - i give my parents their popcorn, they thank me and i go sit beside tom, putting the popcorn between our bodies.

tom grabs the container and puts it away, gesturing me to sit on his lap, and i do. he hugs me around my waist. my mom chose a random movie, probably a horror one and it just started playing.

after approximately 30 minutes in the movie, i start feeling a bulge between my legs and i look at tom squinting my eyes. he looks at me with a very slight smirk and gets a blanket beside him, putting it over us. after he adjusts it, one of his hands go to my waist and the other goes under the blanket, touching my hips under my shorts. he traces his way to my right thigh, caressing it circling the area with his thumb for a little. before i notice, tom’s caresses are going up my inner thigh, getting close to my pussy and the act sends me cold chills down my whole body.

when he finally gets there, he starts playing with my clit and rubbing it slowly on purpose, it’s like he’s torturing me.

- tom… - i whisper rotating my head a little while he drowns his face in my neck giving soft kisses on the area, still rubbing my cunt slowly.

i feel tom smirking into my skin, seconds before he introduces a finger, pumping it fast. i let out a moan and cover my mouth. fuck, i hope they haven’t heard that.

- hey, are you alright? - my mom gives me a concerned look.

- i’m- i’m fine, mom. don’t worry, it’s just… a little cold - i fake smile, hoping she falls for my lies. tom’s pace goes even faster now and i have no idea how am i not going to make any sounds, but the adrenaline is making all of this way more fun.

the braid haired boy finally takes his head off of my neck, and when i look he’s checking if someone’s looking. when he notices they’re focused on the movie, his other hand that was on my waist lifts my chin up and makes me look at him, kissing me calmly. his tongue enters my mouth and mine enters his mouth too. suddenly, tom adds a second finger and starts pumping faster, making me pull away from the kiss to breathe properly.

- i know baby, i know - he whispers close to my ear - but keep it quiet for now, yeah? - he asks gently and i just nod.

tom gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and my cunt starts clenching around his fingers, and the pleasure given by the feeling makes me lay my head back slightly while he thrusts his fingers even deeper. his other hand outside the blanket squeezes my left breast through my shirt once, and i open my eyes wide. i take his hand out of there quickly before my parents catch us, and start sucking his finger instead, from an angle i know they won’t be able to see.

- fuck. look what you’re doing to me - he murmured pumping faster, and i finally cum on his fingers breathing heavily - wait until we get home, girl. i’m gonna fuck you so loud even your parents will be able to hear us from here - he whispers in my ear, licking the cum off of his fingers.

[princessmaybank]

hi princess, I hope your break is going well <33 this is like super specific but could you do a jj x Routledge!reader with super blonde frizzy hair nd jj doesn’t know she dyes it brown until he walks in on her with a lions mane getting dye ready

No pressure at all for u to get to this, i love ur work so so much and I hope you’re going okay princess <333 thank you

thank you for the request! wasn't sure if you wanted smut in there but that's how all of my Fics end up so I'm assuming you do! I'm sorry this turned so dark if you wanted it fluffier. I have recently started Haunting Adeline 😂🤭🩷

Hair Dye

Pairings: JJ x Routledge!Reader

Warnings: Surprise Kiss, Fingering, Rough!Dark!JJ, Spanking, Panty Ripping, Hair Pulling, Choking, P in V, Creampie, Caught, etc.

Summary: Read the ask^

Author's Note: Wrote this so fast, I hope you like it, sorry it's so late!

"I just don't see the point, dad and I have brown hair, you got blonde hair, you should feel special!" John B says as I walk down the aisle searching for the color I want. "That's exactly the point JB. I feel left out. It's odd, plus people have asked us way too many times if we're dating, even though we have the same face." JB rolled his eyes in defeat as I found the shade of brown I was searching so hard for. I was so excited that I could barely wait until we got home.

"Hey JJ is coming over soon!" I hear JB yell from the kitchen as he puts away some groceries. "I expect nothing less. Your boyfriend basically lives here!" I laugh as I go into the bathroom and read the instructions. Once I think I finally have it down and the parts mixed together, my brother calls me into the kitchen. "I'm gonna start cooking dinner. Is there any way I am going to talk you out of this? Blonde hair takes a long time to come back." He says and almost on cue JJ stumbles in the front door. "And yet yours keeps coming back." I say throwing my thumb over my shoulder. He chuckled at my stupid joke and ruffled my hair, causing it to frizz up even more than it already had.

"Hey there, hot stuff." JJ said with a wink. I roll my eyes before walking to the bathroom. "He was talking to you!" I shout teasing JB about his best friend. "I definitely wasn't but okay. What's with her?" I hear him ask my brother. I put the gloves on and get a towel ready under my neck. "She's going to dye her hair. I kept trying to talk her out of it. Fuck, I forgot something at the store. I'll be back, try not to kill each other." I heard the screen door slam as John B ran out.

I heard loud footsteps coming from the hallway until they reached me. "You're not gonna try to talk me out of it too are you?" I say setting down the bottle of dye. "Not gonna try shit" I breathe out a sigh of relief. "You're not doing it." He demanded. "Who do you think you are?" I ask with a full attitude. "Y/N. You don't need to dye your hair." I shook my head. "I want to!" I whined. JJ went to grab the bottle of hair dye and so did I. Eventually he tore it from me and held it above his head. I wasn't able to reach it and he laughed because he thought he had won. I looked him in the eyes and took his face in my hands, planting a big kiss on him. when his lips moved back and forth with mine, I knew he'd drop his arm any second. And he did. I took the chance and stole my bottle back running to the guest bedroom and trying to make it to that bathroom. I wasn't aware JJ was right behind me until I was pinned against the bathroom door.

"Why must you be a little brat all the time?" He asked. JJ's eyes are dark now. This wasn't a game anymore. He removed the bottle from my hand, I let him take it because I was so stunned by this sudden change. "You're. Not. Dying. It." He said with a low menacing voice. "Jay-" I tried to plead, I don't know why, but he was scaring me. He was also kind of arousing me. I never had these feelings for my brother's best friend, maybe it was just how dark he felt in this moment.

He stared into my eyes before placing his lips to mine once again. It felt different this time, I felt a zing, coursing through my veins. His fingertips were now bruising my hips as he lightly humped me through our clothes. This felt unreal. I peak my eyes open for a moment. Yep. it was still JJ. He was still grabbing me with an intense force and grinding his rock hard cock into me.

My eyes shut again and I just went with it. His right hand moved to unbutton my shorts. When he found his way in, he didn't tease, he only plummeted two fingers into my soaked core. "He won't be gone long, if there's something you want from me..tell me now." He demanded again. My eyes stared into his begging to be fucked but I knew it wouldn't be that easy. "F-fuck me.." I whispered through my breath, unable to think as his fingers moved back and forth. "Speak up." His harsh tone scared me slightly but I said my phrase again, louder so he could hear.

His fingers escaped my opening, causing a whine to spill from my lips. He rolled his eyes before pulling my shorts down. I kicked them to the side before I was roughly turned around and slammed up against the door. A gasp flew out of me unexpectedly followed by another when I felt him slap my ass. I let out loud moans as he continued, taking turns with my cheeks. When they were blood red, he squeezed them in his hands. I hissed from the sensitivity he caused.

He toyed with my panties for a few seconds before he spoke. "You don't need these." He chuckled lightly before I heard a ripping sound. Shock was written all over my face as he tore the rest of the thin fabric off of my body. His fingers found my slick folds and teased them for a moment. I was about to chime in before hearing the sound of a zipper and shorts dropping to the ground. I didn't have enough time to process the noise before I felt his cock slide inside me. He let out a dark groan and quickened his pace, not letting me adjust to his size. He was going so fast and so hard. I was a moaning mess. My head started to fall but he didn't let it get too far. His hand pulled me back by my hair while his other wrapped around my throat. His fingertips squeezed tighter, not giving me much room to work air in or out. "You like that? Like my hand wrapped around your throat while you take my cock?" He asked and all I could do was give a small nod before he pulled my hair again, so now my ear was against his lips. "What would John B say if he walked in on us right now? Think he'd be pissed to see his sister with my cock jammed in her tight pussy?" He teased.

Those words were enough to cause an eruption in me. My orgasm hit me like a freight train and slid down his cock and onto his thighs. His hand left my throat and fell to my hips as I pulled in as much air as possible. He fucked me hard a few more times before his cum leaked inside of me.

The sound of the screen door opening and closing apparently wasn't enough to get JJ's dick out of me. My throat was tired, I couldn't mutter a word and JJ knew that. He rode out his high which made my eyes roll back. It was enough for me to squeeze my thighs together and cum again.

"JJ when I said anything, this is not what I meant!" JB shouted. We never even heard him walk in, but we heard the bedroom door slam. We cooled down and I went into the bathroom to inspect my neck. There were bruises where JJ had a hold of me. "What did he mean by that?" I asked. JJ was a lot brighter now. "Oh he messaged me before you two got home and told me to make you not dye your hair. He said to do anything I have to." He chuckled. "Wasn't planning this.." He said pointing to my neck. "But I'm glad it happened." He shrugged and kissed my forehead. A smile spread onto my face before I laid my head on his chest. He held me in his arms and I promised to never dye my hair.

"Good, I like pullin' on this blonde lion's mane." He giggled before I swatted at his chest.

[silken-moonlight]

Older Alpha x Human Waitress Part 8

A/N: I am back again! I hope you enjoy the next part of this series. I love you guys.

Here you find my other works.

[Your POV]

Desmond laughed deeply, his laugh a deep, rich sound.

"I missed your humor, Will," Desmond said and looked over to him before he turned his attention back to you. Your cheeks were burning from embarrassment.

"Are you okay, love?" I asked and tilted your head up with his hand, making you look into his thunderstorm eyes. You nodded slightly, hypnotized by his gaze. Your heart beat so fast that you were worried he could hear it. You were sure he could hear your heart.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?" You didn't know what to say. He was hypnotizing, deeply caught in a trance.

"Lost for words?" He asked and you nodded. "I...Thank you." Was the only thing you could think of to say. You loved how bold he was and how he took control.

"Guys?" Will asked and waved to get attention. You immediately looked at him and smiled at him: "Sorry Will..." Your best friend chuckled: "Ah don't worry. Kit texted me and needs me to fix our computer. I'm going to go now." Kit was the nickname of Will's girlfriend. "Oh sure. It's so sad that you have to go early." You said and hugged him. "Let's meet up again with Kit next time, I miss her." You said and Will nodded. ""I'll tell her and text you when we can. Stay a little longer with Des. It's still early in the night, and you deserve to have some fun." Will told you and let go of you, waving at Desmond goodbye. After that, he was quickly gone.

You sat down again next to Desmond. He smiled at you. "Do you have more questions for me?" the alpha asked curiously. "Hmm... What would happen if you fell in love with a werewolf from another pack? What happens then?" you asked. Desmond smiled. "It's actually fairly easy. You decide which pack you want to live in. You're still welcome in the old pack, or you can live without a pack. Of course, sometimes it's a little more complicated, and not every pack lives by the same rules." You listened to him eagerly, drinking up all that information.

"It's the same for other kinds of beings, like vampires and fae. Our pack doesn't have any vampires or fae, but I know a few other packs that do," Desmond explained, leaning over to you again.

You drank more of your cocktail until it was empty, the alcohol slowly affecting you. "Do you have a nickname?" You asked him with a smug smile, feeling bold. "A nickname? No." His answer was brisk. You pouted at him and he laughed.

[Desmond's POV]

This whole thing made him feel so very good. Will had left them alone after seeing them flirt. His mate seemed to finally get the hint.

Did she know how hard it was to control himself when she looked at him like he had put the stars in the sky? Those beautiful eyes that shone so bright in the dim light of this bar. The questions she had about his pack made his heart flutter. His mind raced, his heart too. How was he supposed not to be weird or too forward? His mate became tipsy and bold. He loved that but didn't want her to do something she would regret later.

"You know it has been a long time since I drank something. I think I'll stop for now. I want to talk and not be drunk," her gentle voice said. He smiled down at her. "So responsible. I like that," he said, still flirting. She laughed and chuckled.

"Always...Though I wish I wasn't so responsible sometimes." She whispered. Desmond couldn't stop himself and took her hand. Her hand was so tiny in his, so cold too. "You...deserve someone to take care of you, darling." The Alpha said and looked down at her. By the moon, he craved her closeness. It felt so right to just hold her hand.

The blush that crept onto her cheeks was adorable. The smile on her lips even more so. "I...I think you deserve that too." Her eyes were filled with doubt. Something seemed to make her doubt this.

"I really adore you, Y/N. Do you know how long I've wanted to tell you that?" He said with a hoarse voice. She looked at him surprised; "You...you do? I thought you liked our barkeeper, Mandy?" Desmond shook his head. "I am there every evening for you. Although I struggled to ask you out." "Really?" She asked, and once again the Alpha nodded and pressed her hand. Her breathing quickened, and he saw her gaze drop to his lips. Desmond smiled even more. "How about we go out tomorrow? A proper date, where you are completely sober and not so exhausted." He proposed. She nodded and smiled at him, looking at their joined hands. "I am really tired..."

"Let's get you home then, I don't want to keep you from your sleep." Desmond said softly. They stood up and he rested his hand on her back, guiding her along with him out of the bar.

The cool night air kissed her skin. She seemed happy to be outside again. "The night smells so good," she said as the breeze brushed over them. Desmond agreed; the wind carried the smell of the forest and fields. The moon came out from behind the clouds, shining down on her. The blue hue made her look ethereal. His heart almost stopped...didn't she know how much she looked like a goddess?

"May I bring you home?" Desmond asked. She nodded and guided the way. They talked about small things: her dogs and the movie she had watched the other day. Though Desmond just stared at her, mesmerized.

Sadly, the walk ended after fifteen minutes. They stood in front of her house, and he felt like a teenager again.

"So...goodnight," she said and looked up at him. "Good night, little love," he said and brushed over her cheek. Before he could react, she pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiled at him, and left him standing in the moonlit street.

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[sunny44]

All these years (Part 2)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ex girlfriend! Reader

Warnings: bad words, fights and maybe more things

Summary: Separated by a disagreement, Charles and Y/n meet again after years apart and all the feelings they had repressed come flooding back.

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It was a long journey to Monaco.

My mother wanted me to stay at home and I really didn't want to, so I just arrived at the hotel I was going to stay at.

"What do you mean there's a problem with my accommodation?"

"I'm sorry Miss Y/l/n but your reservation was canceled two days ago."

"I didn't fucking cancel it."

"I did." I turned and saw my mother standing there. "Come on, Y/n."

"I'm sorry." said the receptionist who agreed and I followed my mother outside. "What's wrong with you? I said I didn't want to stay at your house."

"And I said I don't care what you want or don't want."

"So you called the hotel impersonating me and canceled my reservation? How did you know I'd be staying at this hotel?"

"It was obvious that you'd be staying in the hotel closest to us." I rolled my eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me, young lady."

"Then stop acting like you're the boss of me."

"But I am."

"No, you're not, the moment I moved out of your house and started supporting myself you lost that right and in case you can't count it's been years."

"Get in the car."

"I'm not going home, I told you."

"And I've told you that none of the other hotels will accept you there, so you either stay at home or sleep on the street. Now get in the car."

"I came by car so I don't need your ride."

I got into the car and slammed the door, driving off as fast as I could.

This was another reason why I hated coming here.

My mother.

Ever since Charles and I split up, she turned into this completely cold person, said I'd ruined everything and that I should have said no to the promotion and stayed here.

But her vision of a woman with the perfect life was to be married to a guy who worked to support his wife and kids.

That's what her mother, my grandmother, taught her, and that's why she's always been like that, so she thought I'd fall for it too.

I got home and after parking I saw my father coming out of the house and he smiled when he saw me.

"Hi my love, I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Dad." I hugged him tightly and he kissed my forehead.

"Where's your mom?"

"She’s probably coming, I drove here."

"She said she'd pick you up."

"She did, but I drove from Milan so...”

"You had a fight, didn't you?" I agreed. "Love, you have to make things right with her."

"No, she's the one who has to apologize to me." I looked at him. "Since when is a mother disappointed by her daughter's success?"

"She wasn't disappointed in you."

"Yes, she was and you know it, her dream was for me to marry him, get pregnant and live the life of a madam who doesn't do anything the way she does."

"Darling, your mother was raised like that.”

"So was I, but I took different paths, so it's her fault. We decided our own future and she decided hers and I decided mine." he agrees quietly. "Can you believe she canceled my hotel reservation and even called others so they wouldn't accept me just so I'd stay here?"

"Did you do this Jessica?" He asks and I turn around to see my mother standing there.

"You're barely home and you're already causing friction between me and your father, aren't you?"

"There wouldn't be any friction if you didn't do shit like that."

"Look at the way you talk to me in my house," she says angrily.

"I didn't even want to be here, you brought me here so take the consequences."

I picked up my suitcases and took them to my old room. It was completely different, but since I'd taken most of the things that made up my room, it ended up becoming a guest room.

"Y/n." Knocks on the door and enters. "We are having dinner later at the Leclerc's, okay?"

"I don't think I'm going."

"Why not?"

"Kind of obvious, isn't it?" I say and he laughs.

That's what I liked most about my father, he understood my jokes and ironies and was always in a good mood.

"Well, it's up to you, but Arthur asked me to tell you that if you didn't show up he’d come and pick you up."

"Then he'll have to come." My father laughs and leaves.

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[maplesyrupsainz]

Congrats on 1k angel! So proud of you and your incredible mind! May I please request a Charles Leclerc blurb with number 5 off the prompt list? My bashful, shy self would melt, especially with it being written by your hand.

pairing: charles leclerc x fem reader y/n (she/her)

genre: blurb

warnings: none

prompt: five [driver] trying to get you to go on a date with him

a/n: thank u so much omg this is the sweetest ask ever i hope this lives up to ur expectations 🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶🫶 it's kind of SO LONG hahahaha but it was fun to write tbh i couldn't stop 😛

my masterlist | 1k celebration

you knew nothing about formula one whatsoever. well, you knew it was fast cars driving around in circles. somehow your best friend had finally dragged you to a race after begging for what felt like forever.

so here you were, stood in the middle of the paddock alone, lost and extremely confused. your friend was dating a driver and had said they would both meet you at his garage, however you did not know where you were at all.

“lost?” you heard a male voice from behind you, startling you slightly. “oh, sorry. i didn't mean to scare you.”

“you're fine,” you brushed it off, “i actually am super lost.”

“yea, you're not keeping it much of a secret.” he chuckled softly, causing a slight blush of pink to rise onto your cheeks. “where are you trying to get to?”

“my best friend, i'm supposed to be meeting her at..” you paused softly as you unlocked your phone to check the garage name you had been texted earlier that morning. “alpine.”

“ah!” the man's eyes lit up with some sort of recognition. “you are kika’s friend. i will take you to her.”

“oh, it's really okay if you just send me in the right sort of direction. you don't need to go out of your way for me,” you smile at him softly, willing him to leave you alone with your eyes – you are much too shy to be spending too much time with a man, a very attractive one at that.

“oh don't worry, i couldn't leave a girl as pretty as you out here alone. follow me,” he wiggled his eyebrows at you before turning on his heel, with you following behind meekly.

“so,” the dreaded word left his lips; now you were going to have to converse with this gorgeous man. “how long have you known kika?”

“my whole life, we went to prom together and everything.” you smile to yourself at the memory, and he lets out a laugh that sounds like music to your ears. the mindless small talk seems to come somewhat easy to you with him, a first for sure. you almost feel disappointed when you see what is clearly the alpine garage ahead of you.

“ah, here we are.” he smiles at you, before suddenly offering his hand to you. “by the way, i'm charles.”

“y/n,” you say and nod softly at him, taking his outstretched hand to shake hesitantly.

“y/n,” he repeats, studying your face much too intently, causing the pink blush from earlier to return to your cheeks. “and what are you doing this evening, y/n?”

you shrug and mumble out a reply along the lines of claiming to be hanging out kika and her boyfriend, pierre. in reality, you have no plans at all but the way this stranger says your name sends your head spinning and butterflies filling your stomach.

“let me take you out.” he states abruptly, catching you off guard completely. you have never had a man as gorgeous as charles hit on you so blatantly before.

a small laugh escapes your lips as you begin to shake your head before speaking, “i'm not sure about that..” you see charles’ brow furrow slightly at your reply; a man so beautiful must be shocked by a rejection.

“y/n! charles! you guys met!” you almost sigh in relief as you hear the voice of your best friend behind you, and the feeling of her grabbing you into an embrace that you gladly return.

“kika, i'm so glad to see you,” you say, muffled into her hair as you hug. she lets go of you, holding you at arms length and studying you intently, making you laugh.

“you just get more and more beautiful every time i see you!” she exclaims in glee before turning to charles, “hi charles, i'm glad you got to meet my beautiful friend.”

“the pleasure is all mine,” he flashed a grin at you, causing the butterflies that lay dormant in your stomach to take flight again.

“anyway, i just wanted to say, y/n,” kika looked at you mischievously, “me and pierre have something on tonight. i wanted to check that you're okay keeping yourself entertained this evening?” you narrowed your eyes at her. you knew exactly what she was doing.

“actually,” you look up at the new voice in the conversation, to see pierre with his arm slung lazily over charles’ shoulders. “how about you and charles hang out, y/n? i think you'd get on.”

“what an amazing idea!” kika lets out a squeal, clapping her hands together.

“no, i–”

“i'll see you tonight then, y/n. 7?” charles winked at you, before turning on his heel and heading back to his own garage, you assumed. you groaned.

“guys...”

“oh y/n/n, you'll thank us later, i'm sure.” pierre, laughing at your obvious discomfort.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Hiiii✨

I saw that you wanted requests for stranger things, so could you possibly make something with Steve x reader where he kind of protects her or something like that🪷🌺 preferably in season 4 but it’s not a must, ok thank u bye

I LOVED THIS SO MUCH! I am so sorry it took me SO long and I mixed this with two other requests 😊 I hope that's okay Requests - Anonymous asked: Hi lovely! A request where the reader gets hurt trying to save Steve from something? I’m thinking something like the scene in ST4 where they fought the “bats”. Thank you 🥰 - mychemicalimagines asked: Hi! you asked for prompts and i’m here to deliver!! "The closest thing to love at first sight I've ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you." with Steve pleaseeee? thank you! Warnings: reader gets hurt (she's attacked by bats) Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things 😊 gif isn’t mine 😁

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The Closest Thing

Everything happened too fast. In the blink of an eye. You had always wondered what death would feel like. Would it hurt? Would you even feel it? Would it feel like falling asleep? Would it be quick? It was definitely not quick. You could feel more bats coming towards you and start biting new, different spots on your body. And the only thing you could think about is, that this was the last time you ever saw Steve Harrington. 

You would never get to tell him how you felt. You would never get to be in his arms. You would never get lost again in his beautiful, chocolate brown, captivating eyes. You would never see his beautiful smile or hear him laugh again. All you had with you, was his face when you had been pulled back into the water. 

You were pretty sure you were losing it when you heard his voice. His beautiful voice calling your name. And then it got closer. And then, he was there, hitting the bats away from you. You were finally able to take a deep breath when the bat that was around your neck was pulled away from you and you sat up.

"Sweetheart, I'm here, okay?" Steve told you before he hit another bat away. You coughed a little seeing Nancy, Robin, and Eddie approaching too as they started fighting the bats away.

With the little strength that you had you managed to get up and keep fighting. This would not be the end. You at least had to tell Steve how you felt before you died.

Once everything died down, you felt Steve's arms pull you towards him as the five of you ran to the nearest safe place. Or well, less dangerous, really. Steve sat you down and felt tears in his eyes when he looked at all the blood and bruises on your body while you tried to smile weakly at him. Nancy ripped off the bottom of her shirt and handed it to him so he could wrap it around your stomach as the other three explored around.

"I told you it should have been me going inside the lake" he said with a stern voice.

“Wait, are you mad because I stole your thunder as the hero?” you smirked. 

“You’re seriously making jokes while you were almost eaten by bats?! Do you have any idea how dangerous it was for you to jump in the lake in the first place?!”

"It wouldn't have been any less dangerous if it was you" you frowned.

"I know, but I-" he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You would have been safe" he said, sadly.

"Steve we both know I would have jumped after you just like you did for me" you informed him.

"How can you be this stubborn? I don't-" he complained. "I don't want to lose you" he said with a few tears rolling down his cheeks which you quickly wiped away with your hand.

"You didn't" you assured him. "You saved me" you smiled, making a tiny smile appear on his lips as well.

"I love you" he blurted out, making you widen your eyes a little. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to blurt that out just like that, or well, tell you in the UpsideDown, which is probably the worst place I could have done but... seeing you like that I just... I can't keep it any longer. You don't have to say anything, by the way. I don't expect you to feel the same way or-" you leaned in and cut him off by giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

"Steve" you said when you pulled away. "The closest thing to love at first sight I've ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you" you admitted. "I have... kind of been waiting for you to notice" you chuckled a little. "And I thought I wouldn't get a chance to-"

"Don't say that, sweetheart" he said, cupping your cheek. "I'm gonna get you out of here, okay? I promise" he smiled, kissing you again. "And when all this is over, I'm taking you out on a proper date" he added.

"You got yourself a deal, Harrington" you smiled, kissing him again.

The End

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A/N: I hope you liked it :D

[ponderingmoonlight]

Giyuu Tomioka stopping you from killing Nezuko with his own methods

Pairing: Giyuu x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,6k

Synopsis: When you were assigned to assist Shinobu and your former master and secret crush Giyuu, you never imagined to find him saving a demon. How is he supposed to stop you from fulfilling your duty, from hating him?

Warnings: hurt to comfort, Giyuu is...well, Giyuu. As always in my kny fics, I'm using some ai pics so if this doesn't sit right with you don't go any further, not 100% proofread, let me know what you think <3

“I will assist the young slayers in this area. Are you okay with aiding Tomioka?”

Your heart skips a beat by the sheer sound of his name. The man who trained you so well that you’d be a hashira if he wasn’t still stronger than you. The man with the ocean blue eyes, the calmest composure, who never talks much but always finds the right words.

Giyuu Tomioka, the men you fell hopelessly in love with a long time ago.

“I am”, you reply, concentrated on his smell that hangs in the air.

He ran down here just like you do now. Where is he? Is he alright? Hopefully no one was hurt.

“I thought so”, Shinobu replies with a kind smile.

It’s not a secret to any hashira anymore how you feel for the water pillar. Maybe it’s because you share the same breathing style, maybe it’s the fact that he knows how to tame down your pounding heart, to give you the calmness you need in these turbulent times.

“Take care of yourself, I’m sure you’ll do great!”

With that, the insect pillar disappears into the other direction of the forest, leaving you alone with your pounding heartbeat and the stinging smell of blood that hangs in the air. You grip the handle of your sword tighter, dash forward a little faster. You can do this. After all, Giyuu Tomioka was a great teacher.

He didn’t prepare you for the scene that lays itself out in front of your eyes, though. A demon lying on the floor along with a boy, just inches away. Him, bending over them. If it stretches out its hand, if it hits him with full force… Out of instinct, you pick up your pace, race towards him as fast as you can. You need to save him, need to kill that demon, you-

You can’t believe your eyes. The blade of your sword crushes into another one. Not the claws of a demon, not the katana of the boy lying on the floor.

It’s Giyuu’s sword.

You glide through the air elegantly, eyes meeting his ocean blue orbs that don’t show anything but calmness. Is he…protecting them?

“I’m begging you to spare them.”

You can’t believe your ears, the urgent tone in his voice so unusual that you can’t help but stop in your tracks. Is this really Giyuu? The man who taught you to kill every demon on your way? The man who never hesitates, who does his duty without thinking twice? Right now, he positioned himself between you and both of them, his sword ready to dodge your attack all over again.

“She’s a demon”, you clarify, eyes wandering to the girl who lays on the floor and eyes you sceptically.

No, this isn’t right. You can’t just stand here and do nothing. Without replying to his words, you dash forward again just the way he taught you.

Only to get greeted by his blade again.

He grabs your arm gently and pulls you closer with a swift motion of his trained body. You hold your breath, heart pounding out of your chest all over again. Giyuu being so close to you, Giyuu protecting a demon…

“What has gotten into you?”, you breathe out.

Oh, how lovely your haori sparkles in the down-going sun, how gorgeous your eyes gleam only inches away from his own face. Will he ever get enough from simply looking at you, from studying every inch of your colourful orbs? You really learned how to handle your sword well, the elegant movements of your body surpassing his own.

No. He shakes his head ever so slightly. This is not the right time to ponder about your gorgeous appearance. After all, you’re standing right in from of him, your eyes reflecting the distress he caused by protecting Kamado Tanjiro and his sister from your blade. Would you understand? After all these times he taught you not to spare a single demon, the countless nights he encouraged you to behead them. It is too much to ask you for mercy now?

“You need to spare them.”

Your world is turned upside down, orbs eyeing him up and down in sheer disbelief. This doesn’t sound like the man you know at all. Is this a cruel trick, the power of the demon, maybe? As if he’s able to read your thoughts, he lets his sword fall into the discoloured snow and cups your cheek gently.

“We both know I can’t.”

He allows his eyes to rest for a moment, to think about what he’ll do next really careful. One glimpse into your determined orbs shows that you won’t give in, that you are too skilled and smart to simply follow his pleas. No, he has to find another way, he-

“Can you move?”

His heart stings in agony just by thinking what he’s about to do next.

“Make yourself move even if you can’t move.”

But he has to. If there’s the slightest chance Tanjiro’s sister can be healed, he needs to path their way.

“Take your sister and run.”

Even if it means betraying you. You, his first tsugoko. You, the woman he loves in secret.

“Tomioka-san…Sorry for the trouble, thank you very much!”

You can’t believe your ears, widen eyes watching in horror as the boy grabs the demon’s hand and sprints away.

“Giyuu…”

Your whole body feels numb, mind desperately trying to process what just happened. Your master, the water pillar…A traitor?

“This…This is against the Corps rules…”, you mumble.

He grabs your other hand as well, forces your sword into the snow right next to his.

“It was never my attention to betray you, (y/n). But I can’t allow you to kill that demon. We need to give them a chance.”

“She’s a demon!”, you shout, arms fighting against the sheer force of his grip only to fall into the cold snow violently.

You can’t hold back the tears that start to sting in your eyes anymore. No, this isn’t only about the sheer fact that he spared a demon. It’s about the fact that he betrayed you, that he still doesn’t share the reason why he saved them.

“I thought you trust me. I thought you…care more about me.”

It kills him from the inside, the way you look up at him with all that grief in your eyes getting reflected in the moonlight. Giyuu can only imagine how you must feel, how it has to look in your gorgeous orbs.

“I care about you more than anything else, (y/n). But still, I can’t allow you to kill that demon. Not her.”

“Do you know her? Is that the reason why you don’t want to see her die?”

You hate the pity tone in your voice, the struck of jealousy that fires your anger all over again. You lift yourself off the ground and storm towards him, grabbing his haori tightly.

“I gave it all up for you. I worked hard to become the demon slayer you always imagined me to be, I did everything I could to stay by your side, I…I always longed for you to love me back, Giyuu Tomioka. Only for you to break your own rules, to lie into my face!”, you shout at him, shaking him violently before you are able to stop yourself.

“I thought you’d feel the same way but apparently, I’m nothing but a fool.”

 “But I do.”

Before you’re able to shake him again, he grabs your wrists firmly and pulls you closer, the heat radiating from your body becoming unbearable to ignore.

“You’re right, you don’t deserve that I’m lying to your face. I should have told you about them a long time ago, should have been honest with you. The truth is, I fail to understand myself why that demon didn’t kill the boy yet. Master Urukodaki…He himself told me that she is under control and does not pose a threat. If there is the slightest chance she’ll turn into a human again I need to protect them both. He is special, (y/n).”

Everything is too much. His sudden outburst, the fact that there’s still a demon out there, Shinobu who told you over and over to not spare a single one of them.

“I can’t”, you cry out.

As if in trance you grab your sword again, sprint down the soft snowy ground in the direction of the boy and the demon. What are you supposed to do? Kill them, spare them, talk to them? That girl is a demon, she needs to get killed. But all the sings Giyuu said, that look on his face. You can’t ignore what he sees in them, the words of none other than master Urukodaki haunting you down. Maybe he is right. But still, she’s a demon, you’re a demon slayer, it’s your destiny to-

You land on the ground softly.

“Please don’t run away from me.”

Suddenly it feels even harder to breathe, your lungs getting pressed into the ground without any mercy. Was it another demon, an attack from behind? Your eyes dart upwards, searching for hold in the dim moonlight.

Only to get greeted by Gyiuu Tomioka’s ocean blue eyes.

“Stay.”

“I…can’t”, you press out, arms fighting against his larger frame.

He lays on top of you, his arms pinning you down onto the ground while the sheer weight of his body keeps you in place. You might be strong, a skilled demon slayer.

But he’s still Giyuu Tomioka.

“You lied to me! You played with me! Shin…Shinobu-san is here too! When she finds out what you did, that you helped a demon…Don’t you know that you might die!?”

It becomes more than urgent to you. None of this is about the fact that he helped a demon, that you fail to understand why he feels sympathy for that poor boy. It’s about the risk of losing Giyuu, his potential end as a pillar and his whole life. No other hashira will understand why he acted the way he did. And if Kagaya-sama thinks the same…You swallow away the big lump that forms in your throat, blink away the tears that threaten to fall again.

You can’t afford to lose him.

Instead of answering, Giyuu just stares down at you, gets lost in the ocean of your eyes. Oh, he always pondered about the fact how well water breathing suits you. With your movements being flowy like waves and your eyes reflecting the ocean itself, it wouldn’t be hard for him to stare at you all day. You are magnificent, so kind that the world doesn’t deserve you, well-liked by everyone else. Why is it him you’re staring at, why do you even care about the fact that he might die? It shouldn’t bother you, shouldn’t hit you the way it does.

“I love you!”, you finally cry into the night.

The unspoken words between both of you, the stinging true always present but never talked about. You love him with all your heart, with all you have.

And the thought of losing him kills you from the inside.

Gyiuu can’t believe his ears, still staring at you without even flinching. You…love him? A gorgeous girl like you who turns heads on a regular basis, so skilled that you’re even able to outstand Kyojuro’s training. Why would you love a man like him who has nothing to offer? Even if it makes his usual calm heart flutter in sheer excitement, even if he wants nothing more than closing the gap between your faces and get a taste of your lips, he stays right in place.

“Don’t worry about me. I will not escape my punishment.”

You let out your shaky breath, mind not able to process his words while your heart already shatters into a million tiny pieces.

“BUT I CARE!”

You grab his haori tightly, knuckles standing out white while you stare up at his unwavering eyes.

“I care about you! I don’t want you to die because of something like this, I don’t want to lose you!”

He should let go of you, should stand up and walk away. You don’t deserve the pain he puts you through, you never did.

But instead, his hands cup your cheeks gently. Instead, he leans down, closer and closer to your gorgeous face.

Instead, he presses his lips against yours.

You forget how to exist for a second. Is this…is this really happening? Gyiuu Tomioka laying on top of you, his firm body pressed against yours. Giyuu Tomioka, kissing you oh so gently. You feel like fainting and flying at the same time, as good as never before while a wave of stomach flutter hits you with full force.

How many times did you imagine in secret how it must feel to have him so close? All these countless nights you pondered about the feeling of his lips, how it must be to hug him. And now all of this is happening all at once.

“Now, what do we have here? Aren’t both of you supposed to kill the demon who just run away?”

He lets go faster than you’re able to react, his hand stretched out in order to help you off the ground.

“Shinobu-san”, you breathe out in sheer horror.

Your hands start trembling, glossy eyes darting towards her. How long is she here? What did she hear? Your stomach drops to the ground. Please, she didn’t hear about the stinging fact that Giyuu helped that demon, she didn’t-“

“Is it true that you wanted to spare this demon, Tomioka?”

You swallow hard, vision getting blurry. As much as you adore Shinobu with all your heart, you know as good as she does that helping a demon is strictly against the Corps rules. And even though you weren’t strong enough to stop him, from reporting his resistance.

Shinobu will.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he blankly stares at her, body positioning itself in front of her and you.

“(y/n), were you also involved into this? I thought you are a better demon slayer than that. You even have the chance to be a hashira! What a shame-“

“Stop”, Giyuu interrupts her.

“She tried to stop me multiple times.”

“Giyuu”, you mutter under your breath.

“Is that so? Well, isn’t the word of your crush enough to stop you? Aren’t you aware of what awaits you?”

You watch in horror as she storms towards him, her sword ready to hit him.

“So you’re really serious about saving a demon? So serious that you’re not only risking your life, but (y/n)’s as well?”

Their blades clash into each other over and over.

“Please stop, it’s not what you think!”, you desperately try to interrupt.

“I am not risking (y/n)’s life”, he clarifies.

“Oh, but you do? How are we supposed to know she didn’t help you? After all, everybody knows how close you are!”

You can’t escape the blush that creeps up your face immediately.

“T-that’s…n-not true!”

“And because (y/n) is important to me, I’d never put her life into danger.”

“I have a message from headquarters! Bring them back! Bring them back! Tanjiro, dressed in a checkered haori, with a scar on his forehead! Nezuko, a demon girl with a bamboo muzzle! Bring them back! Bring them back!”

Without another word, Shinobu puts her sword in her sheath and starts walking away. Oh, this is bad. Absolutely bad. Getting sent to the headquarters means only one thing…

“Don’t worry too much.”

Giyuu grabs your hand firmly, his eyes captivate you in an instant.

“I won’t allow anyone to hurt you.”

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[broken-glass-puppet]

Ok so Miguel request

Whar about Miguel (or basically just the spider team form atsv) x male reader that acts like a jumping spider and kinda look like it too

So the reader is small and very quick in his feet, he can also jump way farther than any of the rest, but he also has the other spider abilities. And I just imagine the reader being an anomaly and accidentally being teleport to HQ and they try to capture him, but he's all skiddish and nervous and just jumps away from them every time. In the end someone manages to calm the reader down (you can decide how, maybe with food or some shit) and the talk to the reader. And the reader just answers in very short very quick answers, and he's still very nervous

Aahhhhhhh I'm sorry I wrote this, this is so long!!! But I hope you do mangage to write it, but no pressure, I don't want to force anything

Okay, im going to use this for my spider sona

Fast and nervous, not good combo

You runned and jumped for...one, two, three...then multiple for two...damn you weren't good with math, but what can you say?! If someone had a lot, and I mean A LOT of Spidermans running after them, they would run too, I mean, they don't look friendly... specially that one with the red and blue suit...a bit more specific?...the one with the talons...so you runned and jumped and...did what a spider would do! You thinked you managed to get them away when suddenly-

"There you are!" Someone grabbed you and tied you to a chair with spider web, it was that man...hmm...tall, tan skin, hooked nose, deep cheeks...is that a Mexican accent? "Now.talk"...you started hyperventilating and squirming and moving "hmm...if you keep moving it will stick to you more chiquito" you looked at him and started breathing slowly

"yo dude, you shouldn't be like that" another voice said, he was...goth? No...Punk? Yeah that kinda looks punk...oh he has a guitar...

"I'll ignore the fact that you just called me 'dude', now...back to you.Name"

"[redacted]"

"where are you-"

"earth [insert here number]"

"how did you-"

"I was in my dimension, in my room and suddenly I saw this big portal and one thing went to another and here am I..."

Miguel sighed, pitching the bridge of his nose "are you always this nervous...?" He said looking at you up and down..."i have to admit...you jump and move really good...you are slippery and quiet..." He said while walking a bit closer to you "I'll untie you...don't you dare try to scape you hear me cariño?" You nodded, he untied you, you got up immediately, oh...oh he's tall...you are kind of small compared to him hehe...you looked around...you looked back at him...and runned away, in part it was for fun...what would he do...he sighed and chased after you...you giggled...this was REAAAAAAALLY fun...he's almost as fast as you!...you runned for...half an hour? And hour?...you stopped and took a deep breath...you looked around.. oh...oh is that...a burger...a bit wouldn't huuuurt...

"coño, where the fuck is-" Miguel cutted his sentence and looked at you devouring the burger, hmm, okay... nervous? Check, fast? Check, jumps a lot? Check, likes food? Check...he walked behind you quietly "boo" he whispered in your ear

You almost dropped your hamburger, you gulped the rest that was in your mouth and looked at him "hey?" Miguel smiled sarcastically "you know what was the only thing I told you not to do?" "Y-yes?" "What was it?" "To not...run?" You said smiling nervously "yes, and what did you do?" You looked at him nervously "I runned?" He smiled sweetly but it was a sarcastic smile "exactly...now..." He tied both your wrists and putting you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes...food thing you finished your hamburger...

He went to his...office? Would you even call it that...he sat in a chair near by and sighed, you still in his arms..."look kid-" "don't call me that, it's weird" "why would it-" "I'm sitting in your lap and you call me kid?" He looked at you and sighed "okay, what should I call you" "[nickname]"..."okay okay...now [nickname], will you let me finish a sentence for Once?" "Yes..." "I want you to join me" "after you chased me all over here?! Yeah, no" he chuckled seeing that you were refusing "feisty one...i like that..." You couldn't help but smile at that

Oh boy, you two were going to be REAAAAAAALLY close

Please i loved this type of reader, please z person who requested it, please use this type of reader, i want to see more of him

[official-crab-posts]

come get your very own crab drawing!

hi everyone! if you follow me i'm sure you have seen me reblog lots of posts about what's happening in palestine. i personally don't have a lot of money to donate, so this is what i've decided to do:

if you send me proof that you have donated to any of the organizations listed below the cut, i will draw a silly little crab for you!

here are some examples and how much to donate for each kind of crab.

for only $1 USD a friend like this could be yours!

for $3 USD:

for $5 USD you can have something a little fancier:

if you donate more than $5, you can choose between multiple crabs or one even nicer crab! this can be sorted out on a case-by-case basis.

for donations over $30 USD, i will paint a watercolor crab for you!

some organizations to donate to and further details about getting your very own shitty crab drawing are below the cut! free palestine!

here is a list of organizations and groups you can donate to:

palestine children's relief fund

medical aid for palestinians

palestine red crescent society

mutual aid diabetes- help diabetics in gaza (any of the gofundmes listed on their page)

esims for gaza (this post has some helpful info about donating an esim!)

feminine hygiene kits for gaza

and here are a few more basic details:

the crabs can have no color, or the color can be your choice between pen and colored pencil. you can pick any color, i just used red and blue for these ones because that's what i felt like doing.

please give me at least a day to get you your crab drawing! i am in school and pretty busy, so there might be things that get in the way, but i will get them done as fast as i can :]

i did not post an example of a painting i have done because the ones i have are also on my main account and i'd like to try to keep them separate, but if you want an example just message me and i can show you! and if you do figure out who i am just don't go shouting it from the rooftops, okay?

if you prefer i don't post your crab and/or tag you, just let me know and i won't :]

i've never sold any kind of art before so please be patient, i'm sure there will be some things i have to sort out.

i will update this post if/as necessary :]

[melanieph321]

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS (DAY 4)

Jude Bellingham x Reader - Capture Me Part 2/2

Part 1

Enjoy!

It was strange.

Strange how fast you could fall for a guy. However, Jude was so different from any other guy you've dated.

"So what's it like?"

"What?"

"I dunno, going to uni, being a student?" He was so curious about the slightest details of your life and in a way he admired it, especially your passion for photography.

"It's nice, I guess. Sometimes it feels like I have alot on my plate but knowing I'm doing something I love motivates me to keep going."

"Like me!" He perked up.

"Like you?"

"Yes, me and the way I feel about football." He smiled.

He was so sweet. And refused to let you help pay for dinner. He didn't take you anywhere fancy, but a fancy enough place that let you dine in a private closed off section of the restaurant.

"So what now?" He asked, not hesitating to grab your hand as the two of you left the restaurant and made it out onto the street.

"Don't you have a big game coming up?"

"Yeah, it's gonna be fun."

"No, Jude." You stopped walking.

"What?" He frowned.

"Don't you need to rest ahead of it."

"Sure I do." He nodded.

"Okay, then maybe this should be where we part." You said, an urge to not be the reason why England loses the game against Brazil due to poor performance.

"What do you mean?" He said, with a wrinkled expression.

"I should go home Jude." You said, adjusting your purse.

"Why, didn't you have a good time?"

"I did." You were quick to say, seeing his face falter. "But it's getting late and both of us had a pretty long day today."

He nodded. "You're right."

"I am?"

"Yes. Let's go to my hotel. My car is parked around the corner."

"Wait, what?"

Before you knew it you were in Jude's car, on your way to where he stayed at a hotel in London. He had a big room, the biggest you've ever seen.

"My family is coming tomorrow." He said, when you asked him about it.

"Oh, okay."

"But they won't be here until the afternoon, so you won't have to hurry to get up."

"I see." You muttered, realizing where things were headed. "Jude I don't usually sleep with guy on the first date." You said, a need to set things straight. However Jude's eyes widened in suprise. "I..." He stuttered. "I didn't mean to assume..."

"But you kind of did."

You stood close to the wall, a sudden need to feel in control. Jude noticed this and put his hands up in defense.

"Y/N, I swear, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It's just that I really like you and don't want this night to end."

You felt the same way. However, you weren't about to break your own rules just because a guy sweeps you off your feet with dinner and a fancy hotel room.

"There is a guestroom." He exclaimed. "You can take if you don't feel comfortable enough staying with me." Jude seemed to really want you to stay the night, despite you having taken sex off the table. "Please Y/N, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Really."

"Jude. I'm not." You slowly approached him, stretching out a hand to caress his face, smiling when he tilted his head to rest against your palm. It then felt natural for you to perk up and peck his lips, startling him with the kiss. Nevertheless, a smile widened his lips. "I don't mind sharing beds." You said. "As long as there's no funny business."

"Deal" He nodded.

And that's how you ended up staying the night with Jude. Turns out he really liked to cuddle.

In the morning, when you were about to leave, Jude effortlessly tried to keep you in bed with him, not agreeing to let you go until you have accepted his invitation to England's game against Brazil.

"Please come." He begged. "My whole family and friends will be there, You'll love them and they'll love you."

You were hesitant at first, things moving a bit too fast for your liking, but Jude's enthusiasm was infectious. You agreed to go, making plans to meet up at the stadium the next day.

The next day, you felt akward wearing Jude's football jersey. But he said he would pretend not to recognize you if you didn't. Nevertheless, you cheered him on as he played his heart out on the field. And you met his family and friends, and they were all so warm and welcoming towards you.

As the game came to an end and Jude was reunited with you and his family, his mother slapped her son on the arm and said:

"How come you never told me you had a girlfriend. She's lovely.

Jude turned to you and smiled. "Y/N is not my girlfriend. At least not yet."

You rolled your eyes, but failed to hide your smile. You knew that you had found someone special in Jude, and you couldn't wait to see where your relationship would go from here.

Part 1

[snowsinterlude]

the princess up in the tower.

(peacekeeper!coriolanus x reader)

summary: peacekeeper coriolanus was the only one capable of making you leave your house, where the commander kept you closed, saying it was too dangerous out there.

c.w: gentleman, peacekeeper coriolanus, timid reader, a bit of rapunzel references, fluff, coriolanus protecting and encouraging you, reader with social anxiety.

your father was the commander of the peacekeepers on district 12. thus being explained, he was extremely over protective of you to a point your own mother cringed about it.

c'mon now. you were eighteen. you didn't even know how to socialize without getting embarassed for anything you said. what did he wanted from you? you didn't had friends, you were homeschooled, the only people you were allowed to look or talk was the peacekeepers that he trained when you went to give him his lunch.

in one of those times, you met coriolanus snow. the new peacekeeper, send there for cheating on the hunger games or something like that. you thought he was pretty, and you hated yourself for stuttering when he helped you out.

"miss? is everything okay?" he asked you, offering his hand to get you to stand off the ground since you fell when you bumped into a peacekeeper who was running too fast to say sorry.

"y-yes." you said, taking his hand on yours as you got up, stumbling a bit as he used his other hand to grab your waist when you almost fell again. "i'm s...sorry. i seem to be a little clumsy today." you said, looking at his chest rather than his eyes.

"it's okay. you don't have to say sorry, everyone get's a bit clumsy one time or another." he said, flashing you the prettiest smile you've ever seen, and you swore you felt your eyes shining at the sight of his pearly white teeth. "Is there something you're looking for? i don't see a motive for such a pretty lady like you to be here."

you gagged a bit at the compliment. it was the first time a boy your age said such sweet things to you. and probably the first time you talked to somebody your age.

"yes, yes. i am looking for my dad"

"your dad is..?"

"the commander." you said, and he nodded positively at you.

"you can follow me if you want company" he said, and you nodded, following him.

you've never seen a conversation flow so naturally. he was so charming and pretty that when you both arrived at your dad's study you felt sad.

"so, me and the other guys are planning on going to the hob on sunday to, you know, de-stress a bit. would you like to come with us?" he asked, a kind smile on his pretty face.

"i-i can't, my father wouldn't allow it and if he found out he'd probably punish you for inviting me, and-" you started to explain, your words tangled on one another nervously as you gesticulated, trying to say it was not his fault, but rather your dad's will.

"hey, hey. calm down" he placed his hand on your shoulder, the touch of his hand shivering on your skin. "it's okay. your father doesn't need to know about it."

"what..?" he gave you an audacious smile, and you could feel your heart melting alway from it.

"i'll wait for you 9:00 p.m. you need to calm down a bit." he said, charmingly. "luckily i know how to calm your nerves down."

you didn't even get to say anything. he left, running away with other peacekeepers that called him. he waved his hand to you, and by the evening you were still extremely anxious with what you decided to do.

hands on the window, you gulped harshly and looked down. snow was there, waving at you. you already drank a lot of water to calm down, anxious to the brim as you thought about the many possibilities of your dad finding out.

you breathed in, jumping to his arms and holding up a scream only for him to catch you right on the spot, just like the long haired princess's boyfriend would do to get her out of the tower.

"i can't believe it. oh, what am i doing? he's my dad, i can't betray him like that, i'm a terrible daughter, i-" you panicked, and he chuckled lightly, putting you on the ground.

"you're eighteen, princess. you need to come out of your shell." he said, taking your hand and guiding you away.

the entire path to the hob was silent. you even questioned yourself as to why you were going with him. it was dangerous! you met him only three days ago!! are you crazy??? what if he's going to kill you because your father made him to push-ups one day???

all of your worries went magically away the moment you stepped into the hob, the lights and the music filling your eardrums as you timidly entered the local and looked everywhere with curiosity, taking in the information that you did actually got out of your room and were in such a festive place!

after at least two drinks of posca, you actually loosened up a bit, dancing with an entire group of people and singing all the songs along, laughing happily as the dancing group get on changing partners. then, your partner was coriolanus now.

with a hand on his shoulder and other on his hand, you smiled brightly at him.

"snow!" you beamed, starting to dance again as he tried to keep up with you.

"princess." he smiled, twirling you around the room and even putting you up on the air.

"that- this is the best night of my life! thank you!!" you said, laughing loudly as you kissed his cheek. he felt surprised, letting your hands go as you started dancing again, until the moment you got up on the stage, dancing and singing your lungs out while he watched over you, making sure no one would come at you with bad intentions.

that was the first of the long list of the best nights coryo gave you. one after another, he made sure to keep you happy and treat you as a princess, all those times made you so happy having him in your life that the kisses you gave on his cheek were always getting closer and closer to his mouth.

then his hands were hugging your waist and you were up in the skies smiling and laughing into his lips. and he always took extra care for your father to not find out at the same time he earned your father's trust.

you were the happiest when you were with coryo, and that was the main motive you were always at your window, waiting for him night after night. and you always thanked all god's that supposedly existed for the chance they gave you to be happy.

the end ♡

[lukesvangelista]

𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

in which y/n wonders if there is anything left for her and luke after showing up to his apartment late one night.

warnings; mentions of hospitals, car accidents, death of a parent, luke's a pretty big dick, and overall angst

based on killer by phoebe bridgers

part two here

part three here

You needed someone. You needed someone badly. It had been six months to the day since your father had died, and it was taking its toll on you. When you received the call that your dad had been admitted to the hospital after being involved in a car accident, the first person you had called was Luke. Luke held you in the waiting room as you worried more than both of you thought was humanly possible, caught you when you collapsed after learning of your dad's passing, and rubbed your back and held you close throughout your dad's funeral. You thought nothing would break the two of you apart.

But that was six months ago. Two months ago, you had broken up with Luke. And for the past two months, you thought you had been handling the breakup pretty well. But it's amazing how fast those feelings come crashing down when you're in a state of vulnerability.

And that's the reason you're standing in front of the door to Luke's apartment at 2:12 in the morning. You needed to feel his arms around you one last time, especially now. And in all honestly, you wanted to feel his arms around you for the rest of your life, but you knew that was unrealistic. You didn't have much hope that Luke would show up and open the door. Not only was he probably asleep, you had been buzzing his ringer to try and get him to come to the door, but he hadn't answered. In one last desperate attempt, you left your ex-boyfriend a voicemail, "Hi. Hey, it's me. I've been buzzing you - and, uh... I don't know what I'm saying. I'm at your door. If you get this, I'll be here for a little bit longer."

To your shock, not even a minute later, the intercom buzzed, and Luke's sweet voice echoed through it, "Hello? Y/N?"

Boy, had you missed his voice. You were so enamored by hearing it for the first time in two months that you didn't respond, so Luke tried again, "Y/N/N? You still there?"

You almost cried of relief, "Yeah, hi. Here I am, I'm still here."

"It's..." there was a pause as the door opened, revealing Luke standing there standing in one of his gray New Jersey Devils t-shirts and a pair of boxers. His eyes were tired and his curly hair was disheveled, but you could see flames of confusion and slight worry dancing in his hazel eyes as he saw your tear-stained cheeks. The hint of green in them was really shining through, "two in the morning."

You sighed slightly as you wiped your eyes, sniffling before responding, "I know. I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"

"Kind of?"

"I'm sorry."

Luke stepped forward to meet you in the hallway, closing the door behind him. He left it open just enough that there was a stream of his kitchen light that had made its way into the hallway, further illuminating your red eyes. Luke looked you up and down before his eyes met yours, "It's okay."

"Luke?"

"Yeah?"

"Is this a bad time?"

He laughed slightly, "It's... it's two in the morning."

You sighed, feeling bad for showing up so late. You knew you had a good reason (or what you thought was a good reason) for showing up to his apartment, but as he was standing right in front of you, you wondered if you had made the right decision. Maybe the reason wasn't as good as you had thought, "I know, I just... needed to see you."

To your surprise, Luke seemed to remember what day it was. Despite not acknowledging the six month anniversary directly, he looked at you with sympathy, "How're you doing? You okay?"

You looked down at your feet, "Been better." Taking a deep breath, you gathered yourself before working up the courage to look back up at Luke. As much as you needed him, he looked tired and you didn't want to take up too much of his time, "Thanks for helping me through everything. I don't think I could've made it through those four months, especially the first couple of weeks, without you."

He nodded, not entirely convinced that this was the only reason you were here. This was something that could have easily been said over the phone, but Luke decided not to question you about it just yet, "Oh. Yeah, sure."

You gave him a weak smile and let your eyes wander back down to your feet. Awkward silence filled the air as Luke looked you up and down once more before his voice pierced through the silence, "Why are you here?"

Your head snapped up so quickly you genuinely thought you had given yourself whiplash, "Huh?"

"Why are you here?"

You laughed uncomfortably as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "I wanted to see you."

"Why?"

"I don't... I'm sorry. I don't get what you're asking."

Luke sighed heavily, overlapping his arms against his chest, "Why did you want to see me?"

Your lips shook as Luke stared at you, his eyebrows raised as he was waiting for your answer. The last thing you expected from tonight was an interrogation, especially not from the curly-headed boy standing in front of you, "Why? I don't know. I... I just didn't want to be alone I guess."

"I thought you were staying with Y/B/F/N."

You shook your head in confusion, "I am... I just wanted-"

"So you're not alone."

Tears filled your eyes as your ex-boyfriend pounded you with questions. The sound of his voice was becoming agitating, something you never thought would happen due to the last two months without him, "Wow... I'm sorry... I just wanted to see you, okay? Today's been kind of the absolute worst and I wanted - I needed - to not be broken up today."

Luke drew in a sharp breath, his eyes softening, "Y/N/N... I need to be broken up today."

Your heart dropped, "Oh."

"I need to be broken up for good," he sighed, looking at you in bewilderment, "Didn't we already have this conversation? Months ago?"

"Yeah," you spoke timidly.

Luke angrily laughed as he began to raise his voice, "So why are we having it again? Outside my apartment at two in the fucking morning?!"

"I don't-"

"I wanted to work it out! You were the one who wanted "space"!"

"Yes - I know. I know."

Luke laughed in disbelief once again, "So you got what you wanted. You have space. And I have an apartment that feels empty - which was not what I wanted!"

You tried to speak again, but words continued to fail you, "I know. I just-"

"So what do you want now?"

A tear fell from your eye, "Now?"

"From me," Luke stated firmly. You didn't answer, freezing like a deer in the headlights. Luke scoffed before continuing with venom in his tone, "Huh. Well how about this? You figure it out. And when you do - you let me know."

"Luke-"

"But till then, no more. Okay? I gotta go back inside." He moved to turn back into his apartment but you grabbed his wrist. It was Luke's turn to whip his head around to look at you.

Your eyes met his for the first time in awhile, "Why?"

"Because I'm done with this conversation and... I don't have to tell you why! I just do."

You laughed quietly, giving him a weak attempt at teasing, "Do you have someone in there?"

Luke froze, avoiding eye contact, "Y/N/N..."

Your heart dropped, and suddenly everything made sense. He never slept in just boxers when the two of you were together, and the wrinkles on his t-shirt gave away evidence that he just threw on the first one he saw, "Do you? Oh my god! Do you?!"

He didn't answer your question, "That's not the point."

Your eyes widened and you ran a hand through your messy hair, "I am such an asshole! Oh my god, I'm such an asshole!"

Luke opened his mouth to try and speak, but you cut him off. It was your time to be angry, "No, fuck that. You're the asshole!"

"How am I the asshole?!"

"You just are!" you screamed, "It's a really hard day for me in relation to my father's passing and you went out on a date?! Knowing that I'd need a friend, that I'd need you?!"

Luke scoffed, his mouth open as he gaped at you, "We are no longer dating! Do you get that?! I am no longer responsible for you!"

"I know! I know that!"

"Do you?" Luke asked angrily.

"I do!" you cried, "But you're still the only person I want to see when I'm..."

"When you're what?"

"I don't know!"

Luke unraveled his arms from across his chest and threw them over his head, his hazel eyes piercing your own eyes as he stared at you incredulously, "Wow - I take care of you and I'm an asshole - I don't take care of you, I'm still an asshole. Somehow I'm always the bad guy..." Luke paused and his voice softened just a little bit, "I don't wanna be your friend. I can't be friends with someone I was in love with - am still in love with! I don't know... I just can't. I'm not that guy. And if that makes me suck, then I suck."

A long, depressing silence filled the air until Luke spoke up again, his voice just barely above a whisper, "I would've married you, you know."

You looked up at him in surprise, your voice low, "Thanks."

"I'm serious."

"Okay."

Luke sighed tiredly, "I would have. I used to look at you and see my future."

"I don't think I want to get married." you whispered back.

"To me?" Luke asked quietly, his eyes full of desperation, as if he was. hoping you'd say no.

Your eyes traveled to his feet. For the first time that night, you realized he was wearing the UMICH socks you had gotten him after you guys graduated high school, and your heart broke even more, "To anyone." You looked back up at him, and your eyes met his one last time. His were welling with tears, but you continued, "You don't wanna marry me. You really don't. I'm not the kinda girl you marry. I thought maybe I could be. And I tried really hard. But it's just not in me. You dodged a big bullet. You dodged a hand grenade. You dodged an atomic bomb."

Your eyes left his, "You wanna know why I came over? I came over to see you because I love the way you look at me. Or the way you used to look at me. You used to look at me and it was like you could see the potential for good things. And I really wanted to be. A good thing. More than I wanted to be with you. I wanted to be whatever it was you saw when you looked at me. Because all I ever see are the things that make me sick," you laughed sadly, "But I guess you and I are finally on the same page, huh? When you look at me... you just see the same shit I see. You and I are finally looking at the same ugly thing."

Luke moved to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear, but you stopped him, "Don't. Please, don't."

He stopped immediately, pulling his hand away, but not without using the pad of his thumb to brush some tears off of your cheeks, "Okay," he paused, sighing sadly before continuing, "I'm sorry about your dad."

You didn't respond. Luke took that as a chance to speak up again, "We should get you a cab."

You shook your head, "I can do it myself."

"Don't be ridiculous. I'll get you a cab."

"I said I'm good," you snapped, scaring Luke a little bit. You continued shortly after, "You should, uh, get back to your date."

You gave Luke a tight-lipped smile before leaving him in front of his apartment door. And for the second time in two months, Luke watched the love of his life slip through his fingers, like your relationship was thinner than water.

[fallingdownhell]

Hi! I love your writing! :D Ive never made a request before so i hope i am in the right place haha. I'm being completely self-indulgent here... but could I get Kaeya, Wanderer, Tighnari, or Diluc ( or anyone else you may want to write for) fluff with a reader who is sweet and kind? Like they dont have a mean bone in their body, constantly compliment their s/o, cook them cute breakfast pancakes in the shape of a heart, bunny or with a smiley face,,, wear clothes that match theirs/clothes in their favorite color. Just super pure wholesome relationship shenanigans. :3 Thank you!! I hope this all made sense. And if you'd rather not write this then that's totally okay!!

First of, thank you so much for saying that. It really means a lot to me<3

Second, you're fine, it made perfect sense. I don't usually write a lot of fluff, even though I adore it, so I don't know if I'm any good at it.

But I gave it my all, so I hope something good did come out of it.

Characters Included: Diluc, Tighnari, Wanderer, Kaeya

Content: just pure fluff, nothing to worry about

Word count: 2,1k words

Thank you so much for your request. Hope you enjoy<3

Diluc

Your sweet and caring personality is a stark contrast to Diluc's own rough and closed of one, so I feel like at first, it would be a bit too much for him

He definitely has to get used to it first

He can't remember the last time he was showered in compliments that didn't regard his strength or wealth

simply just you existing, complimenting his choice of clothes, his hair or anything else, has this man speechless and sometimes, even blushing

and if you ever were to give him a... riskier compliment.. hope you enjoy watching a malfunctioning Diluc right in front of you

his face would explode in all shades of red, stuttering like crazy, trying to process what you just said

Diluc can take a bit of teasing, but don't take it too far with him or he will combust on the spot

the relationship with you also greatly improved his communication skill. He is still rather reserved and quiet, but he is a good listener and great at remembering stuff

over time, it gets easier for him to communicate about his wants and needs, what he likes and doesn't like

he can now openly talk about it with you, without fearing to upset you of feeling guilty about it, because he felt like that would be too selfish of him

everyone around you can see what a great influence you are to Diluc's everyday life

He feels much more at peace and doesn't look like he's constantly on edge, like he's about to murder the next person that comes into his line of vision

I feel like Diluc's love language would be quality time. He likes to spend time together, just the two of you. And he doesn't really care how the time is spend

It could be on a long walk, baking or cooking together in his kitchen, cuddling on the couch or the bed, he really doesn't care as long as he gets to be alone with you, no one and nothing to distract you around

invites you to permanently live with him in his mansion after only a few months of dating. Would be understanding if you told him that this would be too fast for you, but if you agree? He's over the moon, because that means he can spend every single second of the day with you when he's also at home

really grew to enjoy cuddling over the course of the relationship. Didn't see the appeal of it at the start, but now he knows why everyone is such a big fan of it

Cuddling is a must when you lay in bed together at night, he can't really sleep right anymore without you hugged close to him. He needs you right by his side

Diluc becomes more vocal a bit later on, starting to also give you compliments

overall, he needs a lot of time to settle in and feel comfortable in a relationship, but if you are willing to give him the time he needs, the rewards you'll get will be so worth it

Tighnari

Now, I may be a bit biased with him, because I love Tighnari, but I don't care

Tighnari would be a very attentive lover

he dates only with the intention of settling down and having a forever with you, so if you're not up for that, please tell him upfront so he doesn't waste his time

would take great pride if he is the sole provider for the both of you, since his instincts play a big part in that

he would take his time in a relationship, trying to ascertain if it works out between you two

feels very sure and secure in the relationship, but that doesn't mean that he never gets jealous

funnily enough, I headcanon Tighnari as one of the most jealous men ever. He knows you would never do anything to him behind his back, but he can't help his instincts. And when every little thought in his head just yells "MINE" he can't help but act on them. Don't blame him for it.

once he is sure that you are the right one for him and that he wants to spend his life with you, he would sit you down and talk to you about mating

he told you a few things about it and how he and his instincts work (because he is a hybrid and all), but he never went into too much detail

if you were to agree to becoming his life partner and mate, he would be so happy that he starts crying a bit

hugs you close to him and doesn't let you go for the entire night

He never thought that love and romance would be for him, nevertehless thought that he would ever find a mate in the first place. So excuse him for feeling overjoyed at the way his live is playing out right now

Tighnari's love language I think would be both physical touch and acts of service

he loves to pamper you and one of the best ways to do that would be to help you with household chores

every once in a while, when you decide to sleep in a bit, don't be too surprised when you wake up to the dishes from the night before being done and properly stored already.

The laundry that you washed and folded but didn't put away yet? Suddenly gone and neatly stocked in the closet.

When asking him about it, he just looks at you and goes "What? Am I not allowed to help my mate around the house a bit?"

Doesn't really expect a reward from you, but also won't complain if you give him kisses and cuddles for his help.

He really, REALLY, enjoys your cooking. Even when sometimes you make stuff he's not really into, he still eats it and every time finds something he does enjoy about the meal. But maybe that's just the effect you have on him as a whole..

Also, physical touch.. Tighnari can't go a day without touching you. It starts every morning, instisting to stay in bed for five more minutes for morning cuddles.

You're still cooking when he comes home from a long day? Hugs you from behind, kisses your neck and either helps you with the cooking, or just stays there and basks in your presence

He has to touch you in some way, shape or form every time he sees you, even if you just walk by him. He can't help it, just let him induldge, please

Wanderer

Now this man..

Hope you brought some patience with you, because you're going to need it

Before even thinking of getting into a relationship with him, you first have to earn his trust. And that's not something easily achievable

But, if you manage to do it and make him fall in love with you while doing it? Congratulations, he will be your forever loyal and loving partner from now on

He's still very bad at communicating, so maybe learn to read between the lines with him

He always acts like he doesn't like stuff that you do, but if you look closely, you can see the way he turns his head so you don't notice his red cheeks or how his tone gets a bit softer when he's embarrassed about something

In reality, he loves and appreciates everything you do for him

Even though he never fails to tell you how ridiculous you are for making his breakfast pancake into a heart-shaped form, he still quietly sits down and eats it, head turned to escape your gaze. He just hopes you'll never see how red his face gets every time

He once saw a stall on a market he was walking through that sold necklaces. On a whim, he bought one that had a single, indigo coloured crystal dangling from the string

When he noticed you wearing it almost every day, he felt like he suddenly gained a heart, and it leaped and wanted to jump out of his chest again. He didn't say anything but just hugged you from behind, holding you a bit tighter than he usually did

I think Wanderer would appreciate you even more if your love language happened to be words of affirmation

He can't even begin to tell you how much it means to him to get that constant, verbal reassurance that you love him and want to be with him

It's something he still struggles a lot with, not thinking that he's worthy of all the time and effort you put into him. But your words really help him, it starts to sink in that you're with him because you want to, not because he manipulated you or anything

As for the Wanderer himself, I feel physical touch would most likely be his love language

Not only because he gets the physical reassurance that you're actually here with him and this whole thing is not just a delusion or dream his mind came up with. It's also because it reminds him that you're alive and well in his arms, and you're not planing on going anywhere

one of his favourite moments is when you two cuddle, either in bed or on the couch, with his head laid on your chest. He can clearly hear your heartbeat like that. He feels safe listening to it and it is a safe method for him to enter the dreamworld without much problem.

A very devoted lover, although difficult at first, but again, the pay-off is more than worth the effort

Kaeya

There is one, very important rule in a relationship with Kaeya. One he will never, under no circumstances, ever break

Once a week, there will be a couple's night

During that time, the both of you stay at home together. No outings, no work, no going out with friends or family, nothing

Just the two of you, dressing up in cute little matching onesies, making dinner together (maybe have a little food war in the kitchen), cuddle up on the couch afterwards

Sometimes you play games together, other times it's a full on spa night with face masks, where you give each other massages and just pamper the other.

But the both of you are so grateful that you decided to implement this rule into your relationship

Kaeya's job as a knight can get rather busy from time to time, it happened on more than one occaison that he stayed at the headquarters for a few days uninterrupted. During that time period, you rarely got to see him.

Still, when it was time for date night, neither of you made exeptions. No matter how much work was waiting for him, Kaeya would put it on hold for this night. Because that's what you both agreed on and also, he really needs the break. He missed your presence and touch

Kaeya is another one who I think expresses his love for you through physical touch and quality time.

Precisely because he doesn't always have much time to spend with you, every second counts for him. To him, it does not matter how that time is spent, so long as it's with you

There could be thousands of other people around you, it could be on a night out with friends. As long as he gets to touch you, feel you close to him and have you there with him, he is happy.

Kaeya also trust you deeply. You're one of the only people he feels comfortable enough around to take his eye patch off.

Once you learned that his right eye is fine under that patch - except for a not so nice looking vertikal scar - and saw it for the first time, Kaeya also told you the story behind how he got that scar

Of course he is scared about your reaction to it, but when you lean close to him and softly kiss the scar, he realized that he never, not even for a second, had to worry about it. Because it's you. You are here with him, you make him feel loved and cared for. Of course there was no reason for him to ever doubt you

Wants to put a ring on your hand as soon as he can, but with how hectict his life can get, he would rather wait for it to calm down

But he knows, deep down, that you will be the only person he will ever love like that. And for nothing in this world would he ever let go of you..