#LIKE WHEN I WAS WAITING IN LINE TO GET HIS AUTOGRAPH AND GET A PICTURE WITH HIM

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bakugo's biggest fangirl ₊˚⊹ᰔ

₊˚⊹ warnings : smut , +18 , overstimulation , p!v , f!orgasm

ever since you saw katsuki bakugo effortlessly blowing up a villain up on tv, you were smitten. the cocky grin he did after the successful attack, the small amount of smoke that was rising from his fingertips, and the tight black tank top which showed off his shoulder and back muscles perfectly definitely did things to you. the cherry on top was his slightly smug yet nonchalant attitude as the perky reporter bombed him with questions after the villain was done.

eh, it was nothing. just another extra getting in my way.

he didn’t even make eye contact with the camera nor the reporter.

this is daily business. nothing special.

after that, you googled him. you watched videos of him from youtube. you even made a folder on tik tok just for him, which was now filled with edits of your beloved dynamight. your friends didn’t really get you as you showed them his pictures and squealed how perfect of a human being he was – they thought he was hot, yes, but they also thought he was rude and boring.

however, you had no idea what was coming. who would know the dynamight would actually allow you to fuck yourself on his cock?

it happened after a fan meeting with the most liked heroes of the city. katsuki was one of the heroes who were attending (mainly for the money), and you obviously was one of the first ones who were in the line, waiting for an autograph and a selfie with your subject of adoration.

when katsuki then saw you, his jaw nearly dropped. your wide, glimmering eyes were filled with adoration as you stared at him, as if there was no one else in the area but him. katsuki was used to people ignoring him and going for the ’better’ heroes such as todoroki and izuku, so he didn’t often meet fans who were so solely focused on him. you were smiling so widely, so beautifully, cheeks flushed and eyes nearly tearing up. as if katsuki was a god to you.

however, the thing that really piqued his interest, was the clothes you were wearing. a tiny white top, cleavage full on display, the words ’dynamight’ printed on the fabric just above your boobs. as if you were asking for him, only him, to stare. a small tennis skirt made your figure look absolutely perfect in his eyes, a little slutty but not too much.

katsuki now knew you were there for him. to see him. to seek for acceptance, anything from him. he had never experienced attention like this and it really boosted his ego. finally someone was there to be all over him. finally the damn icy hot was being ignored by a beautiful girl who was instead focusing all her attention on him.

katsuki demanded you to not take the shirt off while you were fucking. he wanted to see his hero name written on your body, as if you were belonging to him, being his little fan girl who was pathetically whining on his cock like it was your life goal. well, it sort of was.

katsuki’s hands moved from your hips to your tits, shoving the fabric down and watching how your tits spilled out and bounced just over his hero name. it was a mesmerizing sight to him, something he swore he’d never forget. he grasped your hips again, guiding and bouncing you, his own hips slightly bucking against yours to really stretch your pussy out.

”fuck- ah- dynamightttt-” you moaned as you felt the occasional slam of his tip against your cervix. you looked down at him with half lidded eyes and cheeks blushed, your eyes meeting his red and hungry ones.

”’s too much, i-i’m tired” you whimpered, thighs trembling from the continuous muscle movement you were doing on him.

katsuki only groaned and smacked your ass gently, before grabbing it, fingers sinking into the flesh there.

”this was what you wanted, right? wearing that tiny fuckin’ skirt and this top-” he panted and murmured, hands finding your breasts again as he leaned forward a little and placed a few kisses on your sore nipples and skin. you whined.

”-asking for me to fuck you - no – asking for me to allow for you to fuck yourself on me” he continued rasping, eyes shooting a piercing look up at you. your fingers tangled in the back of his hair, his words encouraging you to go on and seek for that release that was slowly beginning to approach you like a damn tsunami.

”say it. say it you wanted my cock” katsuki groaned and leaned back again, hands guiding your hips again.

you nodded frantically, the knot of a powerful orgasm forming in your abdomen.

”wanted it – fuck – s’ much, wanted dynamight’s cock-” you found yourself moaning, mind nearly dizzy from the overwhelming pleasure in your body and the tiredness in your thighs.

”fuckin’ good girl-” he grunted and slammed his hips up against yours, making the air leave your lungs as the single stroke he did caused for your orgasm to crash over you. your thighs were trembling, hips twitching, nails digging into his muscular shoulders as you came undone, moaning his hero name.

once you finally came down from your high, you calmed down and relaxed yourself on his lap. however, katsuki grabbed you by the hips, lifted you up effortlessly and slammed you down on your back on the couch.

“you think i’m done, huh?”

[hysteria-things]

HEYY I LOVE YOUR STORIES COULD YOU MAYBE DO ONE FOR CHRIS OR MATT WHERE HE MEETS A GIRL ON TOUR WHEN SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS AND TELLS HER TO MEET HIM IN THE TOURBUS THEN YKK

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ʚ♡ɞ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ʚ♡ɞ

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the versus tour takes place in your hometown! while doing autographs, you seem catch the matt sturniolo’s eye.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT, swearing, choking if you squint, making out, oral (male and female receiving), dry humping (?), face fucking, spanking, p in v, overstimulation, dumbification, marking, some degradation/praising, hair pulling, squirting, cream pie, ROUGHH

ASSUME YOU’RE ON THE PILL!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,427

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i added this to my welcome post but i’m going to say it here too. my requests are now CLOSED because i’ve been getting overwhelmed and i want to get them done LOL but my inbox is still open so feel free to chat with me :)

idk when i’ll open them again, but they will be eventually!

the moment you’ve been waiting for for months has finally arrived. you and your best friend hannah were lucky enough to get tickets to the sturniolo triplets tour in your hometown.

currently, the small talk line moves slowly but surely. your friend is decked out in purple for nick while you’re wearing blue for matt.

“we’re next!” hannah gushes, clapping her hands in excitement. she pushes you ahead of her. “i’m scared. you go first.”

you roll your eyes playfully. honestly, you’re not nervous to meet your favorites. you feel chill, which is the opposite of what you thought you’d be like.

matt greets you by hugging you tight and smiling. “how are you?” he asks, taking his card and signing it.

“i’m doing good.” you return his smile. “you liking the tour so far?”

he nods, eyeing you up and down. he feels something different about you. this doesn’t feel like any other small talk.

“i love it.”

the security man motions for you to go on ahead. of course, you listen and start to grab your items, but matt stops you. “do you have a boyfriend?”

see, if this were any other person you’d be weirded out by this question; but because it’s matthew sturniolo, you answer.

“nope.”

he licks his lips, taking the card that he signed and flipping it over to write something.

the scary security is getting angry and impatient with you, so you can only read what he wrote as you walk away. your eyeballs almost burst out of your skull.

i want to see you after the show.

now, you and hannah are standing in the red carpet line before the show actually starts.

you guys talk until it’s your turn, the both of you going since you want a group picture. first is chris, then nick, and lastly matt. he hugs you longer than the other two.

a chill runs down your spine when his voice tickles against your ear. “i’ll meet you outside later, right?”

he pulls away, getting ready to pose for the picture, but you nod for an answer.

“that was so much fun!” hannah screeches as you guys walk to the parking lot.

you agree, before stopping. “i need to go back and use the restroom. do you mind taking my stuff with you to my car?”

she grins, grabbing your stuff. “sure thing.”

you speed walk back to the venue, fewer and fewer people flooding the area as you wait.

a door opens moments later, sounding like the backstage door, and you turn to the source.

you blush, your cheeks heating up more and more the closer he gets with that damn smile on his face.

pinch me this can’t be real.

“hi,” he says lowly.

“hi,” you repeat back.

he looks at his watch. “they’re yapping away in there so we should have some time.”

you’re not sure what that means but again: since it’s matthew fucking sturniolo… you’ll listen without a doubt.

your heartbeat pumps rapidly in your chest when he sneaks you into the tour bus.

you kind of feel bad for leaving hannah behind… but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

the bus looks way bigger on the outside than the inside, and you’re still trying hard to wrap your head around that you’re with matthew. fucking. sturniolo.

he admires the way you take it all in with his hands shoved into his pockets. he’s sure you’re thinking about so many things right now, but the only thing he can think of is how badly he wants to fuck you.

thinking about a fan that way is insane, but he just finds you so much different than any other fan girl. you’re confident, kind, and gorgeous.

you finish observing the tour bus and smile wide at him. “it’s very cool in here.”

“yeah.” he chuckles. “the beds are a tight squeeze though.”

you giggle, and he steps closer. your mind runs a million miles a minute with each step he takes. “do you trust me?” he questions, now inches away from you.

you raise a brow suspiciously. “should i not?”

he smirks, shaking his head. “i’m just checking.” he places his hands on your hips gently, running them up and down.

leaning towards your ear, he whispers. “be good for me, yeah?”

your legs subconsciously squeeze together, and he cups your cheeks with his palms. he leans in slowly. he hesitates when his lips ghost yours to see if you’d protest, but because you don’t, he kisses you.

his tongue licks your lips to indicate that he wants you to open, but you don’t. you feel the coldness of his rings on the side of your neck before he squeezes. when you gasp at the sudden contact, that’s his sign for his tongue to enter your mouth. “you promised you’d be good.” he says between the kiss.

you smirk. “i didn’t promise anything.”

he snarls, leaning back in. the make-out goes on for at least thirty seconds before he pulls away, the lipstick you had on now smeared on both of your mouths.

your eyes have a mind of their own and look down, seeing his rock-hard erection as clear as day through his jeans. “get on your knees.”

your eyebrows shoot to your hairline at the sudden tone change, but you obey either way.

he wastes no time to unbuckle his belt to pull down his jeans, his dick springing out right in front of you. the tip is red and leaking pre-cum. you open your mouth wide without him having to tell you, and he smirks.

leaning in, he grabs your hair and stops you. “no.” he says.

instead, he slaps the head on your tongue before pushing in slowly. it’s like you can feel every vein enter your mouth, gagging in the process when he’s deep in your throat. “holy shit.” he breathes, seeing how much of him you took.

it’s not all of it, but it’s more than he thought. you give him puppy dog eyes through your lashes, despite them being glossy.

he starts to thrust into your mouth, jaw slack as he watches his dick run past your lips in one swift motion. the grip on your head stays tight, him hunching over slightly to get deeper.

you moan at the shape protruding in your throat, the gagging and sloppy wet noises making you turned on even more. “fuck i’ve been wanting to do this since you opened that pretty fucking mouth of yours.” he pants, moving at an ungodly speed that makes it hard for you to breath. “do you just let random guys use this mouth? sure seems that way.”

you moan again, lifting yourself off of the ground the tiniest bit so you can feel the top of his shoe on your swollen clit.

whimpering at the feeling, you start to grind yourself on it while he still fucks your mouth. your arms wrap around his leg, humping faster like a bitch in heat.

“that’s a little pathetic.” he laughs hoarsely, groaning when his dick twitches. “so, so needy for me.”

you let out a pained sob because along with your throat, the feeling of you grinding also hurts. it would be best if you had something way more than his shoe.

“s-shit.” he whimpers, pulling out to where only the tip is in your mouth, making sure you get all of his cum on your tastebuds. he smears the rest on your lips.

matt lifts you from the ground, bending you over the small table that they have. he grabs your ass before giving it a light spank.

it’s his turn to kneel now, simultaneously taking off your leggings. he bites your ass before sliding your panties over. you feel his breath against your aching core. “jesus christ.” he mumbles. “you’re dripping down your legs already. aren’t you just an eager thing?”

he spreads your folds with his thumbs, blowing cool air on them that makes you jolt. you’re too sensitive for that.

then, your phone starts to ring right next to you. it’s hannah.

shit.

you cannot not answer, because if you don’t she’ll think something is wrong. you swipe, putting the phone on speaker. “hell— oh.”

matt immediately digs into you, eating you out like he hasn’t eaten ever in his life.

“where the hell are you? i’ve been waiting by your car for like thirty minutes. using the bathroom shouldn’t take this long, y/n.”

the man below you squeezes your thighs, spreading yourself wider to practically be nose-deep inside of you. your eyes roll back hard, mouth hanging open with silent moans leaving it. “hello?”

“h-hannah i’m sorry i’ll— mm— be out s-soon. i’m sorry.”

“are you okay?” she questions.

with that, matt starts sucking at your bud, causing your legs to shake. you grip the table as hard as you can, your upper body giving out and laying flat on the surface in front of you.

“yes i’m fine!” you say, trying to reach for his head and push him away, but that only makes him grab onto you harder.

he’s fascinated by the way you taste it’s almost hypnotizing. your arousal drips down his chin, and the way he’s sucking has your orgasm wash over you without warning. “i’m cumming.” you whine, and you feel the smug smile on his face.

“oh, so you’re coming? thank god because it’s a little chilly out here,” hannah replies.

“fuck yes.” you moan but cover it by clearing your throat. “i mean, yes. i will be coming in a-a bit.”

she sighs through the phone. “okay.”

you quickly hang up without saying goodbye, holding on for dear life since your release knocked your legs out.

he holds you, getting up and wiping your cum off of his face. “you’re a bit of a bad girl, aren’t you?”

spank.

“leaving your friend out there all alone.”

spank.

“so that you can fuck me.”

spank.

“like a slut.”

spank.

you wince every time he hits you, the stinging tingling on your ass. he grabs your hips and arches you more.

he moves his tip up and down at your entrance teasingly, getting wetter by the second. “matt, please.” you whine, your pussy desperate for his cock. “please fuck me.”

he stops, waiting for a beat before pushing into you like it’s no big deal. he’s big for sure, but because of your wetness, he slides in perfectly. the both of you moan, and matt stares at where you conjoined. “your pussy’s fucking amazing.” he groans. “by far the best i’ve ever had.”

you start to bounce back on him since he’s taking his sweet ass time, but out of nowhere starts pounding into you.

whatever they have on the table starts to either fall or rattle from him railing into you. he takes your hands and pins them behind your back. “harder.” you wince out, and he whistles.

“you have no idea what you just asked for.” he says, doing the opposite and slowing down. “you won’t be able to speak, baby.”

baby. you moan at the nickname.

you’re way past the point of ‘omg i’m hanging out with matt sturniolo!’

you try bouncing your ass back again, but this time he smacks it and spreads your legs wider to plow into you deeper. “so impatient.” he sighs.

all you can do is scream and gasp for air with each thrust, hands balled up into fists.

your mind becomes blank once your eyes cross, your mouth hung open with your chin resting on the table. he hits just the right spot each time, squeezing around him.

“i— i—” you try to warn that you’re close, but your mind won’t let you.

he wasn’t kidding about the won’t be able to speak part.

“you can do it,” he says, knowing damn well you can’t.

your body becomes limp like a rag doll, matt having completely corrupted you.

he tuts fake pouting. “look who’s cock drunk. be a good girl and cum for me. you deserve it.”

blabbing a response, you squirt before cumming harder than before. usually, you’d be embarrassed, but you’re too far gone to care.

“that’s so hot.” he grunts, fucking you through your orgasm. “come on, baby. one more.”

“i can’t.” you sob, his hand letting go of yours before wrapping your hair not once but twice to lift your body to his.

“you can and you will,” he says, your third orgasm already building up in less than two minutes.

tears run down your face, eyes fluttering shut from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. there’s no way the human body can have this much pleasure and be okay.

matt kisses your neck, sucking a big mark when he finds the sweet spot. “i know you’re close already.” he says, his cum starting to leak into you deep.

you can’t stop your body from spasming, letting out one last sob before you cum again.

he pulls out, laying down on top of you and rubbing around your body soothingly to calm you down from your heavy breathing.

he covers your full cunt with your underwear so his cum doesn’t ooze out. he kisses your clothed pussy, and you flinch from the sensitivity. “making sure it’s in there.” he smirks.

after a few minutes, he helps you sit on the table to put your undergarments back on. your eyes are half closed from the post-sex haze.

matt grabs you water and a bag of chips before giving you one last hug. you guys talk for a little before he makes sure the coast is clear for you to get out without being seen.

you’re limping like crazy back to your car, seeing hannah impatiently tap her foot while leaning against the door.

once she sees you, she comes storming over. “you’re so lucky you’re my best friend or i would kill you.” she threatens. “i’ve been standing here for an hour.”

“i’m sorry.” you rasp out.

she studies your face, and it looks like you quite literally saw god. “oh my god, are you sure you are alright? you look like you got jumped.”

“it’s the after-show feeling.” you lie. “i’m exhausted. let’s go.”

she doesn’t question anymore, not even the random snacks and water you have. you start the car and place the stuff matt gave you down until you see there’s a post-it note attached to the bag of sour cream and onion.

to my favorite fan,

xxx-xxx-xxxx

text me when you get the chance, gorgeous

- matt :)

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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Fangirl | Lestat De Lioncourt x Reader

ෆ meeting the vampire rockstar goes surprisingly well

here is something short, while waiting on the other posts coming soon :) if this post isn't up around 7/26 its because i hated the fic so much, i went ahead and deleted it

“How does my hair look?” You kept looking into your phone camera, touching your makeup.

“It looks good, what about my outfit?” Cara, your friend, asked.

“You both look fine, I wish you would come on,” her brother, Caleb groaned.

“Seriously, all of this over some guy who claims he’s a vampire,” her boyfriend, Jason, grumbled, out of jealousy.

“You never know, he might be legit, you know there was a book that came out recently-

“Don’t start with your vampire conspiracies, Y/n,” Jason said, rudely, while Caleb snickered.

“Ignore him, even if he’s pretending, he’s sexy, so it doesn’t matter,” Cara laughed, taking your hand as you both entered the stadium.

Sighing, you tried to focus on the concert, and not let Jason’s words get to you. You could be a little sensitive and his words hit a nerve. Cara was the one who introduced Lestat’s music to you, professing he was her celebrity crush. Since then, you couldn’t deny the overwhelming interest you held for him and his outlandish claim that he was a vampire.

When she brought up the concert, you immediately began saving money, not only for the best seats but for a backstage pass. You were ecstatic, and you couldn’t let someone like Jason of all people ruin your night before it started.

Suddenly, the lights began to dim, the crowd began cheering, he was coming. As the music started, he appeared, and everyone screamed wildly. You could hardly move, frozen, mesmerized by his presence. The hair, face, body, skin, he seemed like the embodiment of perfection. Just as his eyes landed on you, you felt like you could melt, your face burning in excitement.

“I think he just looked at me,” Cara told you.

Not saying a word, you kept your eyes on him, watching as he slightly smirked, grabbing the microphone.

“He kept looking at me,” Cara said as you both made your way backstage. Neither Caleb nor Jason were willing to pay the extra money, leaving to wait in the car for the two of you.

"I think he looked at me too," you said, as she frowned, before scoffing.

“I would’ve noticed, he was basically singing to me,” she cheered, as you both approached the line.

Everyone stood, waiting for their autograph or picture, giving Lestat all of their praises, until it was finally your turn.

“Oh my god, could you sign this?” Cara asked as you made eye contact with Lestat. His gaze was intense, making you look at the floor.

Quickly signing Cara’s album, he hadn’t acknowledged her once, already reaching for your hand.

“Hi, I didn’t bring anything, you can sign my arm,” you laughed, as he quickly wrote his signature.

“Thank you, are you actually a vampire?” You asked. Cara stood awkwardly next to you, waiting for you.

“Y/n, why would you ask him-

“I have no reason to lie, Y/n, would you like proof?” He asked, his eyes examining your outfit in approval.

“Yes,” you nodded.

“Why don’t you wait for me?” He pointed towards his dressing room.

“You can’t stay, Caleb and Jason are waiting for us,” Cara told you.

“I will make sure you are home before sunrise, is that alright, ma chèrie?” He asked you, tilting his head.

Nodding, you began to walk into the room, jumping as Cara stumped her feet.

“It’s not fair, I knew your music first,” she told him.

“And I appreciate your support, but I’m afraid you are holding up the line,” he told her, chuckling as she stormed off.

Sitting near the vanity, you received all kinds of messages from Cara. You were tempted to leave, hurt by all the mean things she said, because you chose to stay. You didn’t understand why she was so angry, she had a boyfriend, and you expressed your interest in Lestat as well.

“She’s been jealous of you all along, why do you think she allows her boyfriend to talk to you so rudely?” Lestat asked, rhetorically, taking off the shirt, as soon as he stepped into the room.

“She’s just…a really big fan of yours,” you cleared your throat as he approached.

“Are you a fan?” He asked, leaning on the table in front of you.

“Yes,” you nodded.

“Then how she feels is truly irrelevant,” he chuckled.

“We will be leaving shortly,” he continued, changing into a button-down shirt.

Walking to the opulent convertible, you kept your head down. Fans and Paparazzi all called out his name, yet still, they kept a clear path for him, almost afraid of what would happen, blocking his way. He kept a slight smirk on his face, giving them only enough of his attention that would leave them begging for more.

Getting into the car, he blew them a singular kiss before speeding off. As reckless as he seemed, he was a great driver, and patient, listening to the classical music that played lowly on the radio. Finally, he parked in front of a large house.

“T-this is your home?”

“No, just temporarily, my house is in New Orleans,” he said, nonchalantly, getting out of the car, as you hurriedly followed behind him.

Entering the large house, your eyes wandered up the walls, to the ceiling, admiring the details. Looking back down, you realize that Lestat wasn't walking anymore, staring at you.

“What?” you asked, nervously.

“You've been around that wretched excuse of a friend for too long, you have no reason to be timid, you are a piece of art,” he complimented.

The trait reminded him too much of a certain someone, accepting poor treatment, and constantly being undermined and disrespected. You deserved better, much like his Louis did, and for that he liked you a bit more, perhaps you could be around much longer than he originally planned.

“Thank you,” you said, gulping as he circled around you.

Unconsciously, you backed up, moving away from him, until you bumped into the sofa. As you nearly fell backward, he caught you. Reaching for your jaw, he lifted your head, your eyes meeting his, and instantly, he began his hypnotic voice.

“You don’t have to be shy around me, nervous, anxious, you’re allowed to be as carefree as your mortal heart desires,” he said, his thumb brushing against your lips.

“Okay,” you nodded, before snapping out of the trance.

“Come, ma chèrie, the night is still young,” he told you, holding out his hand. Biting back your smile, you accepted his hand, giggling as he swiftly picked you up, carrying you to the master bedroom.

“Why didn’t you stick with opera?” You asked Lestat, you both lay in his bed, conversing for the last two hours.

“I’m a man of many talents,” he smirked.

“Like pretending to be a vampire,” you stood on your knees, before he pulled you into his lap. Baring his teeth, you gasped for a moment, realizing the fangs were real.

“As stated before, I have no reason to lie, I have been a vampire for over two centuries”

“You’re legit,” you smiled excitedly, as you reached for his teeth, poking the fang.

“You’re more excited than I imagined”

“I hoped you were, that it wasn’t a costume,” you confessed to him.

“To fulfill your fantasies? I see what you think of happening, of doing. For your desires to be made manifest, show me what you want, what your heart calls out to me for,” he told you, kissing your wrist, as you climbed out of the bed.

Undoing your top, as soon as it fell to the floor, Lestat was in front of you. His glass-like nails trailed across your stomach, as he circled you. Pulling you into his embrace, he took in your scent. Goosebumps covered your arms, as you stood pressed against his cold chest.

His hands brushed against your neck, before moving to your breast, cupping them. Closing your eyes, you moaned, as his fangs sank into your neck. The sensation of your blood draining, mixed with the massaging from his hands, the exchange felt better than sex.

Pulling away, you stared into his eyes, your blood all over his mouth. Grabbing your head, he hungrily kissed your lips, picking you up, and carrying you to bed. Stripping the remainder of your clothes, Lestat kissed you as if he'd never been kissed.

“Am I going to die?” you asked, catching his attention.

“All mortals die,” he reminded you, before he went back to kissing your neck, smirking as you moaned.

“Will you turn me?” you asked.

“Not tonight, ma chérie,” he laughed, pulling the blanket over the two of your bodies.

Lestat’s ego was stroked, hearing how much you were turned on by your blood being drunk. So much that he was willing to give you the real thing to compare it to since you thought it was so much better than sex. He wouldn't kill you, not like he had done the others. Your essence was too familiar, and he could already see himself growing attached in the future. He liked you and intended to see you again.

“I hope you sleep well,” you told him, as you went to get out of the car.

“I will and I plan to see you soon, ma chérie,” he told you, watching as you got out of the car, tiredly walking to your front door. The amount of times and positions you had previously experienced didn't even seem humanly possible, leaving you feeling like an entirely new person.

Just as you shut the front door, your phone began ringing. Seeing Cara’s contact, you felt visibly agitated, rolling your eyes before accepting her call.

“Why weren't you answering the phone?” she asked immediately.

“I left it in his car, on accident”

“So, how did it go?” she asked. Thinking of Lestat’s words, you knew better than to share details, when she didn't even want you to go in the first place.

“I don't kiss and tell”

[hannahsturniolo]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀᴛ

Summary: you and Matt go to the weeknd concert together, and some fans meet the both of you.

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You were getting ready for The Weeknd concert, slipping into an all black outfit, a little revealing, but it made you feel confident and sexy. Matt was matching your vibe, dressed in all black too. You had just finished straightening your hair when he walked into the room, leaning against the doorframe for a second before asking how much longer you’d need.

His eyes scanned over you slowly, and then he smiled, stepping closer. “You look so beautiful, baby. Wow,” he said, coming up behind you while you sat at your vanity. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his face against your neck for a second.

Then he laughed under his breath. “Okay, but your tits look amazing in this top,” he teased, reaching up to gently cup one with a playful squeeze, still holding you close.

You giggled, brushing your hand through your hair. “Of course you’d say that, baby.”

Standing up from your vanity, you turned and wrapped your arms around him in a big hug. He pulled you in close, holding you tight for a second before giving your ass a playful tap that made you laugh.

Hand in hand, he walked you down the stairs and out to the car, never letting go. “No, seriously,” he said, pausing to look at you again. “You look stunning tonight. I swear, if Abel saw you, he’d take my girl”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, giggling as you got into the car.

The whole way to the venue, Matt kept his hand gripped on your thigh, his thumb rubbing slow, calming circles into your skin. He could tell how nervous you were, even without you saying anything.

You were excited, of course, it was The Weeknd, after all, but you also knew the reality of where you were. LA. A huge concert. There was no doubt you’d run into fans, both yours and Matt’s. Being an influencer didn’t make it any easier. Crowds still made you anxious. You never really knew what to expect from people, and that unpredictability always made your nerves spike.

But Matt’s hand on your thigh, steady, warm, reassuring, reminded you you weren’t alone.

When you finally pulled up to the venue, you stepped out of the car, your hand finding Matt’s as you walked toward the entrance. He held on tight, guiding you through the growing crowd with ease, keeping you close the entire time.

As you waited in line for merch, a small group of people nearby suddenly lit up with recognition. “Oh my god, it’s Y/N and Matt!” one of them said excitedly. “Can we get your autograph?”

Within seconds, a few more fans gathered around, phones already out, trying to get a moment with you both.

Matt’s hand never left you. one arm around your waist, fingers resting firmly on the small of your back. He stayed close, protective but calm, making sure you felt safe even with all the attention. You could feel it in the way he kept a steady touch on you, like a silent reminder that he had you, and that you weren’t alone in this.

He smiled and nodded at a few fans, helping keep the moment light, but never once letting go of you.

You posed for a few pictures with some fans, smiling and standing close to Matt as cameras flashed around you. Everyone seemed sweet and excited, until one fan stepped up. He was younger, maybe in his early twenties, and something about the way he looked at you made Matt tense just a little.

The guy kept glancing at your chest while you were signing his shirt, barely making eye contact. Matt’s hand stayed firmly on the small of your back, steady and present like always, but you could feel the shift in his body.

As you leaned in to sign, Matt leaned down too, lowering his voice near your ear. “Baby just be careful,” he murmured softly, eyes still on the guy. “I don’t know about him.”

You gave a small nod without looking over, still smiling politely, but Matt’s hand never moved, grounded, calm, but protective in a way only you could really feel.

You grabbed some merch and made your way to your seats six rows back from the stage. You were buzzing with excitement. A few more fans came over to ask for pictures, and as one girl turned to Matt, she smiled and said, “You’re such a lucky man. Y/N is gorgeous.” Matt didn’t hesitate, he smiled proudly and said, “She really is, isn’t she beautiful?”

The concert started, and you were completely in the moment, dancing, laughing, singing every word like the night would never end.

Matt stayed close behind you, his hand never leaving your body. Whether it was his palm on your lower back, fingers wrapped around your waist, or his arm slipping around you to pull you closer, he needed to feel you. And you could feel him, too. The heat of his body, the tension in the way he touched you like he was holding himself back.

Every so often, he’d lean in, his lips brushing your ear, voice low and rough, “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” or, “You look so fucking good dancing like that.” Each time he spoke, a shiver ran down your spine, your breath catching, heart racing, because you knew exactly what those whispers meant.

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[karnpuffs]

Now that I've regained some sanity, I thought I'd tell you about my experience meeting Kyle and Denise last weekend, because it was awesome!

Comic Con Holland on May 3rd: Insane. Simply insane. I was waiting for Kyle at his table, he just came around the corner and immediately spread his arms for a hug??! He even remembered me from the FACTS convention in Ghent?? man, I almost cried. He's so sweet. We talked a bit about how crazy the Star Wars Celebration was (and about those super weird people waving Syril banners... 😏) and about Japan, and I wanted to know what he thought of the Star Tours ride at Tokyo Disneyland where this photo was taken:

Because that's my favorite ride. But he said he didn't go in because he was just too hungry and tired the whole time - which was pretty much exactly my experience in Japan the first week too lol And we agreed: we both miss the japanese toilets the most... he even said goodbye to his.

I gave him some artwork of mine as a postcard, and also gave him one to sign, but he especially liked the Syril's space cereal stickers I made:

He liked them so much that he took a photo of it and sent it to Denise!!! wtf ahhhhhhhh 😭

His Andor panel he did with Matt Denton was also very cool, they talked about B2EMO, Syril's cereal and his outfits. If you're interested I'll upload more snippets from the video I made - here's one of Kyle talking about his cereal.

I also gave Kyle one of the cereal bracelets I made~

I CAN DIE HAPPY NOW 😭 love love love ❤❤❤

Power of the Force Con on May 4th: Ahhh I was shaking sooo much in the line to get Denise's autograph, I was just so excited. I couldn't talk to her that much (because there were a lot of people) but holy shit she immediately put on the cereal bracelet and when I gave her some of the space cereal stickers she got her phone out and said "oh Kyle sent me pictures of these!" and actually showed me their messages?!! 😭😭😭 And then she tried to take the sticker off the foil, gave it to me to do it but I failed (I was shaking too much) and in the end my partner had to help and she eventually put the sticker on! her! phone!!!

wtfwtfwtfffff I'm going insane!!! AHHH!!! This is the greatest honor on this planet. Then she also signed my artwork and wrote TURN OUT THE LIGHTS on it without being asked!!!

it's now hanging in a frame on my wall next to me. i'm just over the moon~

She did an Andor panel together with Elizabeth Dulau (unfortunately I don't have a video of it) and talked a bit about the scene where Dedra practiced smiling in front of the mirror. Dedra has to practice it, because she never smiles - and the smile doesn't reach the eyes, so it's not a true smile, especially not with Eedy. The only time Dedra genuinely smiles is when she's interrogating Bix. To quote Denise "Dedra loves torture and hates mothers-in-law!" But the funniest thing was that she was told that in Cologne you throw "Kamelle" (a tradition of throwing sweets into the audience) and Denise, because she is Denise, didn't throw it gently into the crowd, but with FULL FORCE directly at people 💥

ahhhhh it was a really fantastic experience and I'm still absolutely bursting with joy, and I love Kyle and Denise so, SO much! I'm just so happy and hope I was able to cheer up my fellow Keeros with these two cuties ❤

[vizjpmdose]

Signed and Sealed.

Evan Peters x fangirl!reader.

!!: none.

a/n: was feeling a bit delulu. 😔 i apologize if u spot any grammatical errors, i was in a hurry while writing this. SUMMARY: It's your first time meeting Evan and you caught his attention, he made your day more than special.

The room is buzzing with excitement as the line of fans slowly moves forward, each one eager to meet their idol. He’s greeting fans with that signature charm, but when his gaze lands on you, there’s a noticeable pause. His eyes linger for a moment longer than usual, and a slight smile curves across his lips. He can feel that things are about to get interesting when you caught his attention.

"Bingo." He thought.

It looks like the tables had turned for him, he's the one who's eager to see you in front of him and to interact with him. When it was finally your turn, he got excited. He already had his eyes on you as you were just on your way to his table.

"Well, hello there." He greeted you with a smile.

"Hi Evan." you spoke softly. This is your first time meeting him and attending events like this so you were kind of nervous.

"So, tell me," he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table as he signs the pictures/posters that you brought for him to sign. His gaze never leaving you, "what’s your name? I want to make sure I remember it." He signs with a thoughtful, focused expression, but keeps glancing up at you as he does.

Your smile widened a bit when he asked for your name. "Wait he wants to remember my name? Maybe he does that to all of his fans and it's sweet of him to say that." You thought.

"Y/n.. I'm Y/n."

"Y/n." He repeats, testing out the sound of it on his tongue. He then leaned back slightly as he studied you intently. "So, Y/n.. What brings you here today? Besides the obvious, of course." He chuckled out. 

Your eyebrows raised a little at his words. Beside the obvious?? What answer is he expecting? You flashed him a small soft smile first as you thought of your answer. "..Well.. I wanted to see you..?" You replied with a short chuckle, unsure if that answer is the right answer he wants to hear but you really wanted to see him. 

"Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing," He responds as he continues to do his autographs for you.  "But seriously, what made you decide to come see me specifically? There's a lot of talented actors out there." He's teasing you..

so he's searching for a different type of answer?? You couldn't stop smiling, you're enjoying this as well. 

"Hmm," 

"Because I think that you're the best among those other talented actors??" You replied with a small playful smirk.. Now that's what he likes. He shook his head as he lets out an adorable soft laugh, he now also finished his autographs for you.

He was planning to talk to you more but a staff member taps on his shoulder, reminding him that he needs to keep things moving along. He nodded at the staff.. With a regretful sigh, he turned back to you one last time..

"Listen," He started writing something on a piece of paper, he folded it and secretly gave it to you.

"I'll remember you. I’d be so thankful if you attended more events of mine like this.. Open this paper when you got home."

And when you got home, you finally decided to open the folded paper. It was his phone number.

[salford-blues]

The origins

A/n: It's been a couple weeks since I last wrote anything. I've been really busy and I'm burnt out :( Also this is my first proper written fic. I've mainly posted SMAU's, so if it's not good... I'm sorry. Would love to hear your critiques etc! Pairing: f1 x driver!reader Summary: The origins of our driver!reader - snippets of her growing up Warnings: butchered german??? Italics are the thoughts!

2008 - 5 years old

GROSSER PREIS SANTANDER VON DEUTSCHLAND 2008

The stands were crowded with energetic fans waiting for their favourite drivers to come out. Roars of laughter between friends and families. Piercing screams of devoted fans. In the middle of it all, a 5-year-old girl wrapped in the arms of her father with her hands over her ears trying to block out the deafening noise.

''It's too loud Papi. When's it home time?'' the girl pouted.

''Not just yet Spatzi (little sparrow). The drivers should be out any minute now.'' her father sighed. The child frowned and buried her head into his shoulder and neck.

Instantaneously, the crowd began to yell. Names were shrieked left, right, and centre. People pushing and shoving trying to get a picture or an autograph with their favourite driver. Luckily, the child and her father had managed to make it to the front without too much effort. They now had a perfect view of the track.

One by one the cars came out of the paddocks and lined up at the starting line.

''Who do you like Papi?'' the girl questioned, intrigued by the cars and their colours.

''I like Williams, do you see the navy blue and white car over there?'' her father pointed towards the middle of the grid.

''Uhhuh,'' she nodded, eyes lighting up at the car.

''That's the one that I really like. Which one do you like Schatz (treasure)?'' he questioned the child.

''Hmmm, I liikkeee... I think I like Williams too! Just like you Papi. I think I like the red car too.'' the girl's eyes shone as she spoke. Excitement now lacing her voice. There was a look of adoration on her father's face. Oh, how he loved his little bundle of joy.

''You can like whoever you want. The red car is a Ferrari.'' her father exclaimed.

''F-Fir-aa-r-ee? Ferrari! Yeah, I like that one too, but that one goes second!'' she said adamantly.

Suddenly, the cars were off, speeding down the track.

There was a glisten in the youngster's eyes. The screaming of the crowd was long forgotten. All she could hear was the vrooming of the cars. Wow, they're really fast. I want to do that.

''I want to be a race car driver when I'm older Papi! I'm gonna go really fast like vrrrrooomm." she held out her hands and acted as if she was driving a car.

2009 - 6 years old

''Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, Spatzi! (Happy Birthday, little sparrow!)''

The young girl stirred in her bed.

''Wakey wakey sleepy head... you don't want to miss out on opening presents do you.''

At that comment, the girl shot up in bed. Her wide eyes glanced up at her father, excitement running through her body.

''Please can I have waffles for breakfast? Can we go see Oma? Can we see Mami? Oooh can we make those doughnuts with the sugar on top for dessert? Plleeaassee?'' she gave her father her best puppy dog eyes.

''Okay, okay. How about we open your presents first and then see where the day takes us? How does that sound?'' her father queried.

A swift nod of the head gave her father all the conformation he needed and with that, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her down into the living room. The room was decorated with brightly coloured banners, balloons stuck to the wall via sellotape and streamers hung from the ceiling. On the living room table, 6 presents stood tall and were screaming to be opened by a certain birthday girl.

Once set down on the ground, the birthday girl ran over to the presents. She picked the first one up, inspecting its size before placing it down and ripping open the wrapping paper. Inside a box of Lego with an image of a Ferrari. The girl giggled with excitement moving on to her next present.

The small child was down to her last two presents. Both were small and sat on the corner of the table. Small hands picked up the thin present that sat on top, tearing open the wrapping paper. A signed driver's card sat inside. Shock spread across the young girl's face. A signed piece by Kimi Raikkonen. This just might be the best present ever!

''Oh wooooow! Danke Papi! This is the best present ever.'' She ran over wrapping her small arms around the man's neck.

''You're very welcome. But how about opening up your last one.'' he smiled at her.

She curiously looked back and took the present into her arms. The present was squishy under her touch. Possibly clothes? Carefully, the wrappers ripped open. A blue and white race suit sat inside.

''Do you like it, Schatz?''

''I love it! I love it! I love it!'' the girl twirled around with the race suit in hand.

2015 - 11 years old

''Hallo Logan!'' The girl ran up to the young lad. ''Do you want to get ice cream after the race? I'll ask Oscar if he wants to come too."

The blonde boy nodded his head and smiled. ''Yeah, I'd like that.''

''Okay, bye Logan.'' The girl waved before heading in the direction of her Aussie friend.

''Hallo Oscar! Do you want to come and get ice cream after the race with me and Logan?''

''Sure. Let me ask my parents.'' He ran off towards his parents.

Alone she stood listening to her surroundings. Loud chatter coming from children and parents. Birds chirping in the trees.

Hearing the latter she skipped towards the trees before noticing a small bird hopping around. Approaching the bird slowly, she scooped the animal into her hands and held it against her chest.

''I will help you little birdie! Papi, Papi look what I found. Can we help it get better?''

''Sure, we'll take it home with us.'' he smiled.

Strolling over were Oscar and Logan.

''What'cha got there N/n?'' Logan asked curiously.

''It's a bird... We're gonna take it home and look after it.'' She exclaimed.

''We are still up for ice cream though aren't we Birdie?'' Oscar peered a the girl.

''Of course we are Osc... birdie?? Why that??''

''Oh y'know... you've got a bird in your hand, so your new nickname is birdie,'' he uttered as if it was obvious.

''Ahh okie.'' A blush spread across her cheeks in embarrassment.

A whilst blew signalling that the race was about to begin.

''Papi, will you take care of it whilst I race?'' She turned back.

''Of course I will Spatzi. Now run along. The quicker you go the quicker you can get ice cream.''

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oscarpiastri Birdie delete this. This makes it out like we're all dating

> yourusername WAIT... WE ARENT????

>> logansargeant now look what you've done, you've made her cry...

>>> oscarpiastri We're not dating though???

user.1 why is Logan acting like a third wheel??

user.2 are they dating though? or is it two of them and then the third just tags along?

> user.3 I think they're just really weird friends

>> user.2 yhhh checks out

liamlawson30 annnd where was my invite?

> yourusername you weren't invited because you beat me at connect 4

>> user4 lmaaooo. Didn't realise y/n was a sore loser

>>> liamlawson30 you should see her when she plays monopoly

[winchesterwild78]

On the Seventh Day of Christmas

Master List

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: None, Just Fluff

A/N: Day 7 of my holiday fics. I hope you enjoy this short series. I’m really excited about it. All work is my own, please don’t take it. Reblogs and likes are welcomed. 

I do not own the rights to the characters I use, these will not follow the story lines of the series the character appeared in. This is a work of fiction.

Written fast and edited fast, please overlook any errors. 

Minors DNI 18+

Walking down the streets of LA I had my earbuds in not paying much attention to the people I passed. It was the beginning of the holiday shopping season so the sidewalks were more crowded than usual. 

I just wanted to get home and off my feet. I’d been at work since 5am and was exhausted. 

Most people were nice, but then there were always the ones who seemed to enjoy being a dick. 

The streets and stores were decorated with holiday decorations and lights. Some had started decorating in the middle of November. 

As I walked I felt something solid behind me knock me to the ground. I fell hard. When I looked up I saw the silhouette of a man. The sun blocked most of my vision. His voice was smooth and comforting. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. I looked over my body, hands and knees scraped up, but I’d survive. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. What the heck hit me?” “Honestly I saw a bicycle and then you fell.” He offered me his hand to help me up. 

“Thank you” I said as I stood. Then his face came into focus. Standing in front of me was Jensen Ackles. My breath hitched. 

Then the realization of me falling flat on my ass in front of him hit me and my face flushed red. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I couldn’t speak, I just nodded like an idiot. 

He smiled and his green eyes sparkled. He was even more handsome in person. 

Jensen bent down to help gather the stuff I dropped when I fell. 

He handed me my bag, “Oh, thank you. You didn’t have to pick that up.” I was finally able to say. 

“I couldn’t risk you falling again.” He smirked. 

“Oh, good looking and you’ve got jokes.” I chuckled. He laughed out loud. That laugh he’s famous for. Head tilted back and full on laughing. 

It made me laugh and a warmth filled me. “Well, thank you again for helping me up. I really appreciate it.” 

He smiled and nodded. That’s when I noticed the small crowd that gathered around us. He looked around and saw it too. 

“I’m sorry.” I said pointing around. “Eh, it’s fine. It happens.”

I started to walk away as I saw the crowd gather around him. He looked up and mouthed “wait, please.” I nodded and stood to the side. 

I watched in awe as he greeted everyone, took pictures and signed autographs. Finally the crowd dispersed. 

“Thanks for waiting.” I nodded and smiled. 

“So where are you heading?” He asked. 

“Oh I was going home. I’ve been at work since 5am.” 

His smile fell, “I get it. Well let me give you my number. Maybe we could go for coffee or something sometime.” 

I smiled, “I could go for some coffee now, if you want.” 

“Oh great! There’s a great coffee place about 20 minutes from here. If you’re up for it. We can meet there. It’s more secluded and they have a private room I usually go to.” 

I nodded, “Sure. Sounds great. I’ll meet you there.” 

I climbed in my car and headed towards the coffee shop. Still not quite believing I was meeting Jensen Ackles for coffee. 

Walking into the shop I saw Jensen in the back near an open door. He looked at me, smiled and motioned for me to come back. 

I smiled and walked to him. “Hey, Jensen.” “Hey, um. You know I never got your name.” We both laughed. “It’s Y/N.” 

“Well, it’s nice to officially meet you, Y/N.” 

Oh the way my name sounded on his lips. It was like a choir of angels singing mixed with a prayer. I desperately wanted him to say it again. 

We walked into the private room and he pulled out a chair for me. I thanked him and sat down. He took the seat across from me. 

A few minutes later a young woman came in to take our order. “Hello Mr. Ackles, how are you today?” Jensen flashed his smile, “I’m great, Pam, how are you?” “I’m good. Would you like your usual?” He nodded. She turned to me, “What can I get you Miss?” “Oh, I’ll have a skinny vanilla latte with an extra shot of espresso.” She nodded then disappeared.

“Wow, extra espresso. Are you trying to stay awake?” He asked. “Well, I would like to be awake for our conversation.” I chuckled. 

After our order arrived Jensen and I sat and talked for a while. I learned he was recently divorced, and he missed his kids. He said he was going to spend Christmas with them in Connecticut. I told him about my life and how I was single too. 

The conversation flowed easily. I shared with him that I was a fan and of course I was a Dean girl. He laughed. 

Then his phone rang. He excused himself, but I could hear bits and pieces of the conversation and he seemed irritated. I pulled out my phone and started scrolling on it while I waited. 

A few minutes later he came back and his jaw was tight. “Hey, I’m sorry I have to cut this short. I had a great time. I hope to see you again.” 

I nodded, “Oh sure, yeah I had a great time too. Thank you. I’d like to see you again too.” We exchanged phone numbers, he paid the tab and left. 

I finished my coffee and thanked Pam, and left. I was a little sad. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I know it wasn’t him leaving so abruptly. 

I climbed in my car and drove home. 

Walking into my quiet apartment I set my things down and let out a deep exhale. I kicked off my shoes and walked to take a shower. 

I took a long, hot shower and then put on my comfortable pajamas. Walking into the living room I grabbed a blanket and my book. Curling up on the couch to read. 

The quietness of my apartment was broken by a sudden notification from my phone. 

Jensen: Hey. Sorry about earlier. There was an issue with my ex and I needed to take care of it. I was really enjoying our conversation. 

I looked at my phone and smiled slightly. 

Me: Hey. So did I. I hope everything is okay. 

Jensen: Yeah. Just drama. Let me make it up to you. Lunch? Dinner? You decide. 

I bit my lip and smiled. 

Me: Either is fine with me. I can work around your schedule. 

Jensen: I’m free tomorrow night if you want to grab dinner? 

Me: That sounds great. 😊 

Jensen: It’s a date. I can’t wait. Send me your address and I’ll pick you up at 7. 

Me: Great. I can’t wait. 😊

I sent him my address and took a deep breath. I had a date with Jensen. 

Jensen took a deep breath and let it out. He ran his fingers through his hair and sent a message to Jared. 

Jensen: Hey man. Just wanted to chat if you’re available. 

Jared: Yeah man. Give me like 5 and I’ll call you. 

Jensen sat on the couch, leg bouncing while he waited. A few minutes later his phone rang and it was Jared. 

They spent a few minutes catching up then Jensen told him about the events of the day and how he took a leap and is now going on a date. 

“Man, that's great. I hope it works out. It sounds like you two hit it off.” 

“Yeah, she’s great. Honestly man, I don't know what to expect. She’s funny, sweet and beautiful. She’s not in the business and she’s not a model, but I think I need that. I need someone who is “normal”. I know I’d be happier with someone I can just hang out with and not always be so put together with.” 

“I get it man. You really deserve to be with someone who wants to be with you, not Jensen the actor or multimillionaire. You deserve to have some fun. Go enjoy yourself. Then call me and tell me how it went.”

Jensen chuckled, “Thanks man. I’ll let you know.”

I stood in front of my full length mirror critiquing the outfit I had on. This was the third one. Incredibly nervous, I ran my hands down my pant legs and took a steadying breath. I wasn’t sure where we were going. Being so excited about him asking me I forgot. I really didn’t want to mess this up, so I grabbed my phone and sent Jensen a text. 

Me: Hey, I forgot to ask, what’s the dress code for tonight?

Jensen looked at his phone and chuckled, thinking he didn’t care if you wore a paper bag he knew you’d look beautiful in whatever you wore. 

Jensen: Comfortable, and wear some shoes you can walk in. 

Me: You’re not taking me out into the woods to feed me to some Wendigo, are you? 😂

Jensen laughed out loud.

Jensen: No, that’s the second date.

Me: Oh, that’s a relief. 😉

Jensen: That I’m planning on handing you over to a Wendigo?

Me: No, there’s going to be a second date. 😝

Jensen smirked. Wow, she can banter too. I’m seriously in trouble.

Jensen: You better believe it. I’m leaving in about ten minutes by the way.

Me: I’ll be waiting. 

My heart fluttered in my chest. The banter between us was easy and the unknown of where we were going made me excited and nervous. 

About twenty minutes later Jensen was knocking on the door. Opening the door I saw Jensen standing in front of me looking like he had just stepped out of a magazine. Hair perfectly styled, nice shirt, jeans that hugged him in all the right places, and the smell wafting from him was turning me on. 

“Wow” was all I could say. Jensen smirked, “Wow yourself. You look breathtaking.” He said as he pulled me in for a hug. 

My cheeks filled with pink. “Are you ready to go?” Jensen asked, pulling away from the hug. “Yeah, let me grab my bag and lockup.” I said as I grabbed my coat, bag and locked the front door. 

Jensen’s hand went on the small of my back and led me down and to his car. He opened the car door for me and I slid in with a nod and smile. 

As we drove towards the restaurant we chatted, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He seemed so relaxed. Jensen would steal glances when he could. 

Dinner was amazing, and even though I offered to pay for mine, Jensen insisted he pay for dinner since it was a date. 

Climbing back into the car Jensen looked over at me, “Are you ready for the next adventure?” I smiled and nodded, “Yes, I have my packet of salt ready.” I pulled out a small packet of salt I was given from a takeout place. 

He roared with laughter. His head flew back and his whole body shook when he laughed. I loved seeing him laugh like that. 

A few minutes later we were pulling into a parking lot and all I could see were twinkle lights. It was positively breathtaking. 

“I hope this is okay, it’s The Enchanted Forest of Lights. It’s supposed to be really good.” I looked over at him and smiled, “It’s perfect Jensen.” I gave his hand a squeeze. 

Jensen paid for our tickets and we walked in. The soft glow of the lights surrounded us and made the air truly magical. 

We walked through the lights, glancing at each other and smiling. This was perfect, well almost. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but I’d give anything to hold his hand. 

Just as I thought that I felt his hand slip into mine. Our fingers interlaced, “Is this okay, Y/N?” He asked softly. I smiled, nodded, and said, “More than okay.” 

By the end of the light trial the butterflies that filled my stomach were now all over my body. I didn’t want the night to end, but it had to. 

Arriving back at my place, Jensen walked me to my door. Standing in the quiet hallway of my apartment building I could feel the air charged with the electricity between Jense and I. 

“I had a really good time tonight, Y/N. Thank you.” I smiled softly, “Tonight was incredible, Jensen. Thank you for everything. I can’t wait for the next date.” “Me either.” He said softly.

His hands found mine and we stood in the hallway holding hands and looking at each other. I could feel my heart beating faster. 

“Can I hug you?” He asked. “Yes, I’d like that.” I replied. Jensen took no time to step further into my space and wrap his strong arms around me. 

Pulling away from each other we looked into each other’s eyes. His hand held my cheek, “So beautiful.” He whispered. I leaned into his touch and looked into his eyes. 

Jensen leaned down and I leaned up. Our lips ghosted over each other and with a small jolt of bravery I closed the distance and our lips met in a soft kiss. 

It was soft and tender at first, but then turned passionate. Jensen’s hands went into my hair and pulled me closer to him. His tongue licked my bottom lip. I parted my lips and his tongue was in my mouth rolling around with mine. A moan leaving both our mouths. 

When the need for air became too much we parted. Breathing heavily and just staring into each other’s eyes. 

A smile spread across his face and mine. “I really should be going, I have an early morning shoot.” I nodded, “Thank you again for tonight, Jensen. It was perfect.” He placed his hand on my cheek, “Thank you for taking a chance on me. I’ll call you later.” He placed a quick kiss on my lips, turned and walked away. 

Leaving me standing at the door and replaying the events of the day in my head. I used to think that Christmas magic was only for kids, or only something in a Hallmark movie, but I was so wrong. Tonight with Jensen, that kiss was full of Christmas magic.

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[darth-jess]

GalaxyCon 2024: Meeting Hayden Christensen

I have never been someone who cares about famous people. To clarify: I care about them as human beings, like in a very general sense, the way I'd care about any other person I've never met before. I also don't really care to know much about the personal lives of my favorite famous people. For me, at least, knowing things about them can change the way I look at the characters they play, the music they write, or the art they make. And personally, I like to view these things in my own context, not within someone else's.

Because of this, I have never really become obsessed with any particular famous person. I've become obsessed with their art– their portrayal of a character, their music, their writing, etc… but never with the actual person. Why would I? I've never met them before, I don't know them, I don't know what they're like as real people.

So I never really understood those fangirls who scream or faint or start sobbing when they get to meet the Jonas Brothers or Taylor Swift. I totally did not get it.

Then, I got to meet Hayden Christensen this past weekend at GalaxyCon.

And let me tell you, emotional fangirls, I get it now.

I have never been to a con before, this was my first one ever and honestly I don't think any future con I go to will top this one.

I knew going into it I was going to be a little nervous. After all, even though (as I stated before) I don't really care about the actors who play my favorite characters, I can absolutely appreciate how much their acting affected me, how much the role they played on screen changed my own life, as well as their skill as an artist.

And because Anakin Skywalker has been my favorite character in all fiction since I was 6 years old– and has not changed since then– I was very excited. The only favorite characters I had before Anakin were Darth Vader (when I found out they were the same my 4-year-old brain nearly exploded) and Ariel from The Little Mermaid. I was 3 when The Phantom Menace came out, give me a break.

Anyway.

Waiting in line for the photo op on Saturday gave me so much excited anxiety, I felt light headed and a little sick to my stomach– and the entire time my husband was kind of making fun of me (not in a mean way, mind you, he was making me laugh). I kept telling him, "I'm too nervous, I want to go home!" – which wasn't true, but for some reason I kept saying it.

The photo op was super quick, I remember Hayden saying something nice, like "Nice to meet you" or something like that (or maybe I said that?). I only had time to hand Hayden the Anakin Skywalker replica lightsaber I'd gotten the day before and ask him to hold it! I think he said something else, but I literally don't remember because I sort of blacked out.

I barely remember taking the picture.

Then, later in the day, we waited in line for two hours (it was worth it) to get his autograph and the entire time I was trying to stay calm because I was worried that when we got to him I would just stare at him blankly, unable to say anything.

The line was soooo long, and he was sort of blocked off behind these curtains– I think the curtains are there as much for him as they are for the fans. I imagine if he could've seen how long the line was, he would've wished for Anakin's robotic arm to do all those autographs. I would have, for sure.

When we were ushered through the curtains I could literally feel every single beat of my heart, I could hear it in my brain. I felt lightheaded again, and I turned to my husband and said, "I think my heart is going to explode."

Something I noticed as we got closer was that even though he looked kind of tired, he was still nice to every single person in line and made every interaction special. I have no idea how many autographs he'd already done that day– hundreds at least– and he was still trying to talk to everyone who'd come to see him.

Finally, we got to Hayden and he looked me right in the eyes (and like holy aslkdfj that gaze is intense– NICE, but intense) and he said something like, "How are you today?"

And I said, "I'm good, how are you? It's so nice to meet you!"

I have no idea what he said after that because my heart was beating SO LOUD, but he said something nice in response.

And then I finally remembered what I wanted to tell him, so I said, "Anakin was always my favorite character."

He smiled real big while he was signing our poster, and he said, "Thank you, that means a lot to me!"

I wanted to say more, like:

"How much of yourself do you feel like you put into Anakin's character?" – This is something I'm always curious about, because as a writer I feel like I put so much of myself into my writing.

Or:

"I hope we get to see you in more Star Wars projects!"

Or even just:

"I'm so happy you're getting the recognition you deserve."

But I was honestly lucky I'd been able to speak at all, and at this point, nothing else was coming out. And I was slightly worried that if I spoke again I'd say something weird or not make any sense at all.

So my husband took over, and he held up the photo we'd taken earlier from the photo op and said, "Thanks for making me look like the third wheel!"

And Hayden laughed– he actually laughed– and made some kind of joking reply but I sort of blacked out there too because I was so embarrassed!

Finally, my husband said what I'd really wanted to say, "We're just really happy to see you finally getting the recognition you deserve."

And Hayden smiled and nodded, and said, "Really, thank you guys so much, that means a lot."

And then he shook our hands and said it was nice to meet us, and it was time to go. We walked out, and I had tears in my eyes, my heart was still racing, and my whole body was shaking. I turned to my husband as I held onto his arm and I said, "I literally can't feel my legs."

Moral of the story: Hayden Christensen is literally so nice to his fans, so if you ever get the opportunity to meet him, I highly recommend it. He's not going to remember the interaction, but I guarantee you will for the rest of your life.

Also, don't judge fangirls for getting emotional.

[crowleybrekkers]

CON EXPERIENCE (hang in there guys it’s a lot)

arrived somewhere around 11 in time for the photo op. guys it was so quick. i was in line for about 15-20 minutes and was in the photo booth for less than a minute.

i was honestly stunned at how tall he was (and at the fact that he’s real). i have two life size cardboard cutouts of him in my room but still. i’m not sure why i was so surprised honestly when those should have prepared me. i was also less awkward than i expected thankfully!! i thought i’d be beet red and crying my eyes out but i was fine. only after leaving the booth did my hands start violently shaking.

unfortunately i barely had a conversation with him but it was still so nice to have a picture of him (he put his hand on me!!!!!) i wanted to talk more but you’re told to immediately leave when you’re done taking the picture. it’s an extremely quick process

the conversation went

me: hi!

dt: hi! i love your outfit!

me: (starstruck) (felt like melting) thank you!

until now (almost 9 hours after) i still can’t believe i have a picture with THE david fucking tennant 

the panel was so fucking funny. his kids lined up and asked him who’s his favorite kid was 💀 i wasn’t able to ask a question but myeh oh well

another thing was the LINES. yall i had no idea that dt was so famous. the photo op was fine but i barely made it in time to the panel. it was jam packed. if i arrived there a few minutes later i don’t think i would’ve been able to go inside

dear lord and the autograph line was even longer. i didn’t get one because of how long it was. i think if i lined up i would’ve been there for at least four hours (had something to do later so i couldn’t afford to wait that long). non-dt fans were fucking incredulous when they found out who they were lining up for. even overheard one guy say “i mean he’s okay. but not THAT okay” i think this is proof that the tenaissance is real and extremely prominent. i never knew dt was this famous until now honestly

now putting him aside it was an amazing experience. this is my first big con (my first con ever was comic con asia 2018 which was probably half the size of supercon) and i have never seen so many nerds and cosplayers in one place before. felt so good to be among fellow nerds (sorry that sounds so corny 😭) extremely happy to have gone <3

[anonymous-dentist]

Bleeding Heart Part Four

Part One | Previous Part

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Cellbit is in the shower when his son comes bursting into the bathroom shouting, "Pai! Some guy wants to talk to you!"

Thank God for the shower curtain.

Grumbling, Cellbit sticks a hand out for his phone. Richarlyson dutifully hands it over before running out of the bathroom, forgetting to close the door behind him. Ugh.

Turning the shower off momentarily, Cellbit holds the phone up to his ear and says, "Hello?"

"Hi! Cellbit?"

He blinks.

"Roier?" he asks. "Hi? Can I help you with something?"

"Well, yeah, actually but shut up for a moment, how are you? Good? Done bleeding?"

Cellbit hasn't really talked to Roier since the hospital. He hasn't even thought about him beyond a few glancing thoughts of Roier's cheekbones. And his jawline. And his eyes. And his voice. And his arms.

He hasn't thought about him at all.

It's been a few weeks since they last saw each other, almost a month. Honestly, Cellbit wasn't sure he would ever hear from Roier again. But here he is... and Cellbit is talking to him. In the shower.

"Uh," says Cellbit, realizing that he is, in fact, naked and on the phone with the guy who saved his life. "Yeah."

But it's fine, right? Yeah, it's fine. Roier doesn't know that he interrupted Cellbit's shower. It's fine!

Roier lets out a dramatic sigh of relief. "Phew! I was worried, you know? That was a lot of blood."

"It's been a month. I'm fine."

"Okay, good. Good."

There's a pause as Roier audibly rummages around on his end of the line. Papers rustle, something wooden slams shut.

"Hold on, I'm getting my notes," Roier says.

Cellbit raises an eyebrow. "Okay...?"

"I called you for a reason, it's because- AHA!" Roier cheers so loudly that Cellbit winces and pulls his phone away from his ear slightly. "Okay, found them. So. You're a photographer, right?"

Oh. Of course. Roier saw the camera, he and Cellbit talked a little while waiting for Bagi to show up.

"I am," Cellbit confirms, trying not to sound too disappointed.

Why does it always come down to his work? He met Pac and Mike and Felps because he was Enigma. Bad and Phil and Max all started talking to him because he was Enigma. Baghera was interested in his private investigation work. Slime wanted Cellbit to take his wedding pictures.

"Cool," Roier says. "So I own a restaurant, right?"

"Mhmm."

"Well, we need some new promotional stuff done, and I was like, 'Hey! I know a guy!'"

"And I'm the guy?"

"Well, if you want to. I'll pay you, obviously, but we just need some pictures of the inside and one of the sign or something. Jaiden left some notes, I can show you when you get here."

Jaiden... a partner, presumably. Cellbit thinks he remembers hearing Roier mention a Jaiden in the hospital.

"Uhhh, let me call you back," Cellbit says, trying to think through his calendar and getting distracted by how cold he's getting. "I need to check my calendar."

"Ay, man, no worries!" Roier assures him. "Call whenever, it's my day off."

"Give me an hour," Cellbit tells him. "I might even be able to squeeze you in today."

"Oh? Who's squeezing what?"

He can hear the smile in Roier's voice, and that smile is infectious. No wonder he met Roier in a hospital.

Cellbit finds himself smiling back as he ends the call. The final thing he hears is Roier's laughter.

...

Cellbit shivers and quickly reaches out to rest his phone on the bathroom counter. He turns the shower back on and cranks the heat up until the water is steaming and his skin is red.

-

There's a superhero in the subway. She's with another hero, and they're both signing autographs by the stairs.

"Bluebird, Bluebird!" a little girl shouts, waving a glittery pink notebook around over her head.

One of the heroes takes the notebook and scribbles her signature down.

Cellbit watches from by the platform with disdain.

Bluebird is one of the newer heroes on the scene. She's only been active for a few weeks, but she's already made waves, partially due to her appearing at around the same time as Hombre Misterioso; they've already been labeled nemeses by the media despite them never having even seen each other, and it's just a little funny.

Bluebird signs a few more autographs. Her face is hidden by her beak-like mask, but she has got to be tired. (That's the thing about the hero business, you're always in customer service mode, even when you're literally fighting for your life.)

The hero next to her is Lavagirl, a veteran hero, and the former partner of Sharkboy. She's more or less become Bluebird's partner in the field, which the Federation is using as their newest diversity win: The Federation of Heroes is an equal-opportunity organization! Heroes of all genders can save the day!

Cellbit adjusts his equipment bag as his train starts to pull into the station.

Once upon a time, he would have slit Bluebird's throat with her own blood. He would have painted her name on the walls with her own dismembered hand, and he would have made her watch.

Now, he has a meeting with a new client to photograph his restaurant. It'll pay for a new pair of shoes for Richarlyson and maybe a lunch with Bagi later in the week when she's less busy.

That's just life, he supposes.

-

Roier's restaurant is, unfortunately, only a block away from the Federation's headquarters. It's a three-minute walk away from the place where Cellbit first met Hombre Misterioso, which makes sense. It all makes sense, Roier was walking home from work when he found Cellbit bleeding out.

El Loro Loco is a small little building nestled between two skyscrapers with the De Luque Enterprises name branded across them. It almost looks like a little house, complete with a pointed roof and a fence separating the outdoor dining space from the sidewalk. It's brick, but the bricks are all painted various shades of blue. The sign above the door reads the restaurant's name in fancy cursive, and the letters sit above a cute little cartoon parrot.

It's cute. It's charming. It's probably expensive as Hell.

Roier is sitting at a table outside of the restaurant waiting. When he sees Cellbit approaching, he stands and waves, setting down his newspaper on the table.

"Hola, hola!" Roier calls. "I got Jaiden's notes!"

"Good," Cellbit responds. He walks up to the table, glances down at the newspaper. Hombre Misterioso again, ugh. When will the press learn that they just encourage this kind of stuff by giving it attention?

Roier reaches into his hoodie's pocket and pulls out a rumpled-up sheet of notebook paper. It's stained with... something, and the handwriting is so heavy that Cellbit can see it through the back of the paper.

"So she's actually on vacation," Roier says, "I think I already said that."

"Yeah. This was her idea, right?"

"Mhmm. But we're co-owners, so I'm gonna do this and surprise her for when she comes back."

Roier looks up from the paper and finally seems to notice Cellbit's equipment. His eyes widen, and he pulls a chair out from under the table.

"Jesus, man! Put that down! We still need to talk about some stuff first!"

Cellbit rolls his eyes, but he sets his equipment down. He keeps his camera bag on, though; it's his baby, he isn't setting it down until he gets home.

"First, pricing," he says. "I charge 550 for outdoor shots, 450 for indoor. My commercial fee is negotiable. Since this is just for your website, it shouldn't be more than 200 per photo."

He's already prepared for the negotiation stage. He usually gets that even though people should know by now that photography is not cheap. He's gotten to events only to leave when his clients try dropping the price day of. (Bagi always says that he should make them sign a contract before he actually shows up to take the pictures, but he does. People are just stupid.)

Roier signed the contract electronically within minutes of Cellbit sending it to him. That doesn't mean much, unfortunately.

But Roier just nods seriously. "Sounds fair. Are you gonna need help setting your stuff up?"

Cellbit... is maybe just a little taken aback. But he quickly composes himself and shakes his head.

"Just tell me what you're wanting," he says.

Roier just smiles and holds out the paper.

Cellbit takes it and looks it over, nodding as he does so. Okay, outdoor dining, sign, indoor dining... easy enough.

"We'll start out here," he declares, handing the paper back to Roier and turning to his equipment bag. "It'll take me a bit to set up, so you can, like, clean up or whatever. Get that newspaper out of here, fix the chairs a little."

Normally, Cellbit has Richarlyson to help with shoots. Sometimes he even has Felps and Richarlyson, but Felps is sick (again) and Richarlyson is at home still super grounded after his stunt at the aquarium three weeks ago.

It's bad manners to ask the client to do anything, apparently, but Roier just gets to work tidying the space up and talking.

And talking.

Even as Cellbit is taking the actual photos, Roier is by his side talking.

Cellbit doesn't like silence. It makes him think too much, so he always appreciates the noise he gets to deal with as a photographer. It's a lot for some people, but it's easy for Cellbit to lose himself in his own thoughts if he's left alone with them.

Of course, Cellbit talks back. He doesn't really know what they're talking about, he's too focused on his work to really be paying attention, but it's fun enough. Keeps his mind off of the tower in the distance glaring at him.

Once it's time to take the picture of the sign, Cellbit first crosses the street. But, even with the zoom, it doesn't look right. So he goes back to the restaurant and tries a shot from sort of-below, sort of-diagonal. But... no.

Frowning, Cellbit takes a step back. And another. And another, all while staring down the screen of his camera. He's close with the sort-ofs, but-

His foot goes out from under him as he hits the curb. He shouts and falls backwards, cradling his camera to his chest protectively, eyes instinctively squeezing shut because he can hear a car coming, he can fucking hear it, he's in the middle of the goddamn city, oh, Bagi is going to kill him-

But he's yanked upright at the last second and pulled against a sturdy chest. He can hear blood rushing beneath him, but it's... cold? It sounds almost crunchy in a way, like Felps' blood when he uses his powers too much.

"Fuck!" Roier swears, stumbling back from the road and pulling Cellbit with him. "Watch where you're going, Jesus! I don't wanna have to take you back to the hospital, man!"

So his muscles aren't just for show. He's fast, fast enough to have gotten to Cellbit from all the way by the restaurant's front door before the car could get to him.

Cellbit opens his eyes and, first, checks his camera. He looks it over, stepping back from Roier and hurrying towards the outdoor dining area and his stuff so he can find his lens wipes.

Roier lingers behind him, out of sight and out of mind.

Cellbit's camera...!

Cellbit sags with relief as he determines that his baby is, in fact, completely fine.

And then he feels his mouth curl up into a pleased grin as he sees that he accidentally hit the shutter button and got the perfect picture of the sign. It's framed perfectly between the two De Luque buildings, and the parrot almost looks like it's flying in the sky.

"I'm going inside, now!" he calls, grabbing his stand from where he left it by a table and heading inside of the restaurant for the first time.

After a few moments, Roier joins him, pale-faced and almost sick-looking.

He stumbles to a table and sits with a groan, putting his head in his hands.

Cellbit frowns. He finishes setting his camera up on the stand and goes to Roier and just... sort of stands there. Awkwardly.

"Sorry?" he tries. "I'm, uh... a little accident prone. In case you couldn't tell."

Must have been terrible to almost watch a dude get his head squished like a watermelon by a moving car. Cellbit remembers the first time he saw it as a kid; the sound was almost worse than the sight.

Roier shakes his head. "Nah, you're fine. I do dumb shit, too. I'm just gonna... get some water. Want any?"

He sits up, bringing his head with him. He already looks better, good. Cellbit can't afford an ambulance call, even if Roier can.

"I'd appreciate it," Cellbit answers.

Roier shoots him a thumbs-up before standing and heading into the kitchen, leaving Cellbit alone in the restaurant.

It's... cozy. The walls are all an eggshell color, but the floors are blue-painted hardwood that barely look painted at all. There are obvious footsteps in some places- lighter sections of the paint in the shape of little shoes.

...Very little shoes.

Cellbit looks along the walls and sees lots of paint. Artworks above every table on the wall, little birds painted near the ceiling. There are painted hand prints by the cash register. Green vines and red roses around the kitchen's service window. Clouds on the ceiling matching the cloud-shaped hanging lights.

And above the cash register, hanging right next to the Health Board's certificate of approval, is a photo. There's Roier and a woman- Jaiden? And there's a little boy in blue overalls flipping the camera off and laughing, held in between the two of them.

Cellbit doesn't think that Roier and Jaiden are, like, together. Nothing about the way Roier talked about her made Cellbit think that they were.

But the little boy looks a lot like Roier, from the hair color right down to the dimples in his smile.

Silently, Cellbit goes back to his camera. He points it towards a set of tables, tilts it slightly towards the ceiling so he can get the clouds and birds in view.

When Roier comes out a few minutes later with the waters, Cellbit shows him the pictures he's got so far.

As he looks at the photo of the sign, Roier smiles: soft, and sad.

"It's perfect," he quietly says.

And that's all Cellbit could ever ask for.

-

A/N: Let me know what you think in the tags or in my inbox! I want to hear your theories, thoughts, opinions, everything!

[dewdropdinosaur]

Falling for You

VOX x READER Summary: You are Vox's assistant and maybe tripping isn't so bad in the work place. Warnings: None. Just Vox being egotistical(I tried to keep it canon but I am sorry if it's not exactly) and lots of pining. Keep in mind that REQUESTS are OPEN!!

Vox stepped out of a black limo and stood up, revealing his seven foot figure as a crowd of demons rushed over to either take pictures, ask questions, or get an autograph…which he had completely ignored all their attempts to try with a disgusted look on his face. Stepping out of the limo along with him, clutching your pen-pad you strode beside him as he walked into the large VoxTech building. 

You knew he had secretly enjoyed the attention he was getting very much from the crowd. It made him feel powerful. You swore you could have seen him flash a light blue toothy grin at times.

“Sir, Zestial, your 3 o’clock is waiting in the 10th floor lounge to discuss recent sales and advertisements on 666. And your 4 o’clock canceled so your 6 pm is now moved to that slot. Valentino wants you to visit his studio apparently he is pissed and oh Velvette is having none of it—”

“Relax darling, I’ve got it handled.” Vox smirked down at you, cupping your chin in his hand in dominance. You breathe out a heavy sigh once he removes his hand, hiding a small blush that graces your cheeks hoping he didn’t notice. He does though, always has. The way your eyes light up when you look at him, the small tint of color that reaches your nose when he compliments you, he sees it all. And he loves it. 

Entering the elevator, you press the button for the 10th floor; relaxing as the metal doors close shut and you are away from the loud crowd. It continued like this for the rest of the day. Meetings, interviews, coffee break(that was more like a coffee second than the actual 30 minute lunch session), writing reports, adding to Vox’s calendar, writing more reports, making sure Valentino doesn’t blow up another employee…and so on and so forth. 15 hour days were now your specialty after working with Vox for so many years and yet some days still drug on longer than one would have appreciated. 

Sitting at your desk outside Vox’s office, the small light of the lamp illuminated the darkened area. You rub your eyes in exhaustion, peeking at the monitor to see it read ‘1:26 AM’. Deciding that five hours of sleep was better than none, you switch off your monitor and stack your paper reports neatly on your desk for later that day. Flicking off the lamp, you knock softly on Vox’s office door and allow yourself in. 

“Sir, I just finished up. I’ll see you at 7 AM.”

“Mhmm, another late night?”

“Could say the same for yourself boss.”

“Y/N, it’s past work hours. You know how I hate paying your overtime.” 

“And yet, without fail, I see that nifty little add on each week.”

“Well, you are one of the few competent assholes in this place”

“Was that a compliment sir?” 

“Don’t push your luck darling.”

Vox turns his chair around to face you, a large cup of coffee steaming in his hand as he sips it with a smirk. Crossing your arms with the chuckle, you liked this banter. You and Vox had always had a good working relationship, sassing each other back and forth while still toeing the line between professionalism and flirting. Taking a step forward, you stop right in front of his desk.

“You know me Vox, I am always pushing the envelope. So, was it a compliment?”

“Ah yes, always so pushy. Really shouldn’t be a quality you brag about.”

“But it’s why you like me~. The pushing, always getting what I want to know.”

“I will neither confirm nor deny the fact that you may have more tact than most in this shithole.” 

Biting back a laugh at his playful attempt at professional language ruined by the vulgarity, you place a hip on the desk; sitting casually. The large aquarium was a nice backdrop and you could see why Vox spent a lot of time here. Other than working himself to the bone to maintain his image/the company or hunting down the Radio Demon on any available CV camera, looking into the aquarium was a nice activity you assumed he might partake in. 

“Something on your mind Y/N?” 

Snapping your head back to his and reality, you offer a sheepish smile and a shake of your head. 

“No, no. Just admiring the aquarium.”

“It is pretty nice, I built it myself. Should have seen it, it didn't take more than a week.”

“Truly humble boss, truly humble.” 

“Now is that any way to speak to your employer?”

“My apologies. I didn't realize stroking your ego was in my job responsibilities.” 

Standing up from the desk, you accidentally catch your foot on the wires underneath. Bracing for the impact, it doesn’t come. Instead, you are caught as a small yelp leaves your mouth. Looking up, Vox has caught you with one hand; holding you in a dip. The world freezes for a few seconds as you take a moment to look at his face, the feeling of his hands on your hips, it all felt…right for some reason. 

Clearing his throat, Vox pulls you up and removes his hand. You could have sworn you saw a small flush on his screened face before he spoke. 

“Tch, women. Always falling for me.”

“Again…really humble boss.”

Heat still crept onto your cheeks as you long for the feeling of his hands on your waist, how warm they felt, how safe it made you feel. Adjusting your blouse, you excuse yourself and walk home; mind running with all the possibilities and recounting every second of the encounter. 

Little did you know, Vox was doing the very same. Replaying the event on his monitors, reviewing every second and every flush of your skin. The way your eyes widened and looked up at him with such hope, it made his circuits buzz a little. He wouldn’t deny it, he had always found you attractive. Definitely helped in meetings with other Overlords to have a pretty face moderating. But he would be wrong to say that was the only reason. You were hardworking, almost as driven as him and that is saying something. You flowed effortlessly around the office, directing everything to its natural and needed space. And the way you smiled for the camera, gosh he wished you would smile at him like that. That pretty pearly white smile. 

Looks like this might not be the professional relationship it had started out to be. Neither of you wanted to keep it professional anyway. 

[hanasnx]

Waaaaitttt I saw the Hayden suggestions and I’ve unashamedly thought about the very top one many many times cause I’m embarrassingly craving that y/n moment and I’ve gone to a decent amount of cons and met a fair amount of celebs I’ve debated about using one of the pheromone perfumes to meet Hayden. But like yess he sees you during the photo op and he’s instantly drawn to you. He doesn’t pay much attention to that thought cause he’s got a long line to get through and photo ops are fast paced but then when you go up to get your autograph that’s when he can sneakily make a move. When you get an autograph the handlers write your name for the celeb on a sticky note and usually the celeb doesn’t take it off so like I’m thinking he quickly scribbles his number on it and you’re so star struck you don’t notice it until you’re away from his table..but that’s how you end up in his hotel room that night with your legs up over your head.

-Bimbo Baggins

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: i gatekept this message it was so good

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN tries to stay in his lane. Over the years he's gotten exceptionally good at minding his business, minding his manners, and staying out of trouble. Mixing business with pleasure is a very steep cliff, one he rarely dares to approach. However, you had caught his eye in a way that hadn't occurred in a very long time. To give everyone fair treatment during these photo ops, his attention is solely on them during, and he did not mind at all holding your gaze when you shook his hand politely. Habitually, when you'd leaned over in front of him to give one of the attendants something he didn't care to look at, he snuck a generous glance at your ass. As soon as you stepped back to stand next to him for the picture, he accommodated you, moving aside so you could tuck under his arm, and scolded himself for giving in to the temptation.

"Can we do a sort of Anidala-wedding scene pose?" you had asked with such hope, gazing up at him with stars in your eyes. He took too long to answer.

"Of course." He nodded as soon as he got a hold of himself. "Can you show me what you mean?"

Gently, you directed him, handling his broad shoulders to turn him towards you so you could look deeply into his eyes for the picture. For one second, he could swear his heart skipped a beat. Next thing he knew, the picture flashed and you were saying your thank yous and goodbyes. A seed of disappointment grew in his chest, but he moved on.

Only to find himself eager sitting in his seat at the sight of you in the autograph line. A grin spreads on his features as you approach his booth.

"Hi again." you exhale, beaming.

"Good to see you." Hayden replies, pointing out the obvious humor of coming across you twice in a row. He's thankful, scribbling his signature onto the picture frame you'd bought earlier right after your photo op with him. A split second decision is made and it gives him no time to second-guess it when he's adding his number to the sticky note. It's his WhatsApp, just to stay safe, but you don't get time to even look at it, your attention solely on him when you thank him again. He nods at you, and watches you walk away. Once more, his eyes flash to your behind and how it sways in your little cosplay outfit.

It's not always about instant attraction for him, he has to get to know the person to know if he truly likes them, but there's something about you that draws him in. He wants to get to know you, even if he might be compromising his privacy. The ball is in your court, all he has to do is wait for you to notice the gift he left on your sticky note.

"What's that?" your friend asks, pointing to your picture frame in your hand. You grin widely at them.

"Hayden Christensen signed my picture with him— Look!" you exclaim, raising the item into view only to see what your friend was actually referring to. Your expression drops at the sight of ten numbers in a recognizable pattern. A phone number. You face away from your friend in an instant, keeping it to yourself and shielding it with your body. "No way. No fucking way—"

"Is that a phone number? Lemme see—!"

You pinch your shoulder, jerking it away from their touch as you ogle at the sticky note. "There's no way..." It's a dream, it's a fantasy, you're going to wake up any second and then have to get ready to go to con to meet Hayden Christensen for the first time.

"Relax! It's probably the staff member that wrote your name on the sticky note!" your friend reasons, poking their head around your neck and through your hair to sneak a peek. "'Sides, he's like a thousand years old."

"Be quiet for a second, lemme think." you say as you stride away and out of the exit area, scanning your surroundings for a place to chill out and sit.

"If you're that bothered, we should test it! C'mon."

"Okay, okay. Let me find service I have to download an app."

You don't even know how it happened, all of it was a blur. One moment you were texting to verify the number was who you thought it was and ignored your gut feeling when you were texted back two simple words: "Call me."

With all the power within you, you tried to remain as calm as possible while on the phone with him. Constantly, you reminded yourself that "He's just some guy." So you could fathom having a real conversation with him. It turned into him inviting you out, somewhere respectful and secluded to talk after his panel, snowballed into visiting his hotel bar, and then up to his room to sit on his balcony.

"You mind if a smoke?" he'd asked. You shook your head. And it was the first time you'd tried a cigarette. The end still wet from his lips around it, and he cupped his big hands around the mouth of it so he could light it for you.

It must've been the alcohol, or the long day, but when you'd kissed him you were sure you were possessed. His lips were soft like silk, warm and plump, and he slid his hand behind your neck to make sure you couldn't run away. Tongues coated in nicotine curled against one another, experimenting as if afraid to turn the other one away.

Taller than you, you had to crane your neck, but he held you so carefully. Gentler still even when he draw you away while your lips were still pouted and pliantly awaiting his return. "I'm sorry, I apologize. I don't know what came over me." he exhaled, releasing you. But you didn't listen, clutching onto collar of his jacket to draw him right back in.

"Oh, right there. Right there!" you plea, clawing at the hotel pillows above your head as Hayden rolls his hips into you. Big hands tuck into the crooks of your knees, folding your legs over you to hit that spongy spot inside you. Cunt up to the sky, he's slamming into you like he's done it before, a sheen of sweat to his forehead. "That's so fucking good, Hayden," you draw out the words in a sultry whine, and for one second you can't believe that you get to say those words right now. Quickly drawn back in to the moment as soon as he bottoms out for the umpteenth time, screwing your fanatic brains out.

"You feelin' good? Yeah?" he exhales, and his tongue forms over his upper lip as he splays a hand under your ass. It feels so big on you as it lifts your hips up into his thrusts. "Keep those legs up for me." You do as you're told, replacing his touch on your thighs to make sure, and you overlay one of his hands. A strangely intimate and endearing detail he takes to heart, watching your little fingers grab at his in the crook of your knee while he's yanking your cunt up by your asscheek.

"Please don't stop, please!" You want to stay here all night, all next day, forever. You want to live in this little bubble.

In a way, he helps you to achieve that by giving you his real number when it's time to leave his hotel room, and makes you promise to take his call whenever he's in the area again.

[madhatterbri]

Firsts | C.S.

Summary: Chris Sabin, please .... Thinking something along the lines of a love at first sight kinda thing. Eyes meet across the room, he has trouble having a convo cuz he can't believe his luck, maybe love at first smut too? Lol

Requested by: @eringobragh420

Chris Sabin Masterlist

WWE Masterlist

Taglist: @smallestsnarkestgirl @magicalbuttertarts @cowboywritersworld @letsgivethisonemoreshot @miss-kuki-nz @blackwingedmisanthrope

Love at First Sight

Chris was taking pictures with fans waiting outside the arena when he saw you. Your head thrown back in a laugh. Hand placed over your chest as the sun shined on your hair. The laugh was louder than the fans calling his name for a picture or autograph. None of them matter now. He had to get closer to you.

The wrestler signed the memorabilia quickly. He apologized sheepishly if any of his signatures had smudged. Out of his peripheral, he could see you were getting excited to see him. You bounced on the balls of your feet slightly. He saw that you wore a Hail Sabin shirt. A smile broke out on his lips. Chris knew he had to talk to you longer than he had the previous fans. So he did.

"Hey, Chris, I am a huge fan. Do you mind if we take a picture?"

Your voice was soft and sweet. The kind of voice he could definitely see himself listening to for hours. He obliged your request. You squealed in excitement and handed your phone to your best friend. She grabbed the phone and took a picture.

"Thank you for stopping to see us. We drove a while to get here," you informed him. Your eyes met his, and it was over. Time felt like it stopped. His breath caught in his throat. The two of you stared in a comfortable silence before a worker told him he had to go inside.

Chris' mind was preoccupied with you. Other wrestlers went to talk to him, but he had trouble holding a conversation. All he thought about was you. The way you laughed, your sweet voice, your beautiful eyes.

"The man is long gone. If you know a tag team partner that isn't broken, please contact me," Alex told someone that happened to be walking by. They were about to go to the ring. His tag partner shook his head. "Welcome back to planet Earth, buddy."

Before Chris could respond, their entrance theme played through the arena. The crowd roared in excitement. They walked to the ring to do their usual entrance. He stood at the corner of the ring. A familiar voice called his last name and cheered. He looked down to see the same Hail Sabin shirt from outside. A smile broke on his face.

The match went the same as usual. It was just a practice for when they eventually beat down DIY. A couple of times, he heard her cheer for him over everyone else. After the match, he had to talk to her again.

Chris rolled out of the ring, clutching his head. He took a few steps before gripping the rails in front of you.

"Are you okay?" You asked, worried. Your eyes furrowed as you stared at your favorite.

He nodded. His heart skipped a beat at how caring you were. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine. You don't have to worry about me."

"You took a really nasty hit, are you sure?" You asked.

"Yeah," Chris answered. A worker signaled for him to wrap it up. "See you after the show, same spot."

Your mouth dropped open as he walked away, no longer holding the spot on his head.

You waited at the same spot. Chris walked out in street clothes. His duffel bag clutched in his hands. His light eyes spotted you immediately.

"Hey," he greeted. "How did I do?"

"I'm glad to see your head is suddenly a lot better," you teased.

Chris smiled. His head was sore, but you were a pleasant distraction from the pain. "I've never really come to these parts. Is there anything good around here?"

You started to list off all the places that were still open and a good spot. He wasn't paying attention. Chris' lips curled in a smile as he watched you talk. Your fingers pressed together as you tried to keep count of how many restaurants you suggested.

"All of those sound really good, but I am not a fan of eating alone. Would you care to join me?"

"Oh! I, um," you started and looked at your best friend.

"She would love to. Our hotel is within walking distance. We both paid for the room, and I expect her back in her own bed by a certain time," your friend told him. The two of you looked at each other and blushed.

Love at First Smut

The two of you sat on his bed watching some movie. The hotel had a limited number of movies, and this was the one that didn't make the two of you groan. About fifteen minutes into the movie, you noticed how close his body was to yours. Maybe just a peak at him to get the edge off....

You look him up and down out of your peripheral. He was wearing a tank top and shorts. Nothing out of this world, but you swore he looked extra good today. His muscular arms were slightly flexed as they rested on his legs. You had to distract yourself somehow.

You balled your fist in the sheets in an attempt to squash the dirty thoughts about him coming in. The two of you had just started going out. The topic did come up a few times, but you didn't think you'd be the teenager in this situation.

"You okay?" He asked and touched your balled up fist gently. The touch felt like it would ignite your skin. You exhaled and relaxed your hand.

"Yeah, I'm just kind of distracted at the moment," you confessed. "I had to get my mind off some things."

"Is there something you want to talk about?" He asked. "You know we don't have to stay inside the room all day. We could go to the arcade or check out some old music stores."

"Not really much in the way of talking and being in here with you is fine."

Chris turned his head to look at you. "What is troubling your thoughts?"

A couple of seconds passed. You didn't want him to think low of you, but right now, you didn't care. "You."

The room is quiet as your words linger in the air. He licks his lips and rubs his hands over his shorts. Chris scoots closer to you. Your bodies pressing as he leans forward and kisses you. The kiss was sweet like him until you pressed forward.

He pulls you to his lap. His hands rest behind you just above your butt. A couple of times, he cups them gently. You are facing him with your fingers snaked through his hair. The kiss is no longer sweet but filled with longing. The two of you clearly wanted this for a long time.

You could feel his hard on between your thighs. A shiver runs down your spine. This was really going to happen. The man that you swore fell in love with you at first sight. The very man that you knew you were falling hard for as well. He raised your sundress with his hands before tossing it on the other side of the room.

Chris moves to lay you on the bed. His eyes scan you before taking off his shirt. You grab his arms and pull him back down. Your lips meet again. This time, you are intent on keeping his lips to yours longer. He had other plans.

"I can kiss those lips all day, but there are other parts I've been thinking about kissing."

You feel your legs clench for friction. He thought about this. Your mind briefly wandered to him thinking about you while he was alone. Chris brought you back the moment his lips connected to your nipple. His tongue swirled and lapped at the nub.

"Oh God," you moaned as his fingers slid inside your underwear. He teased you for being so wet for him and commented how he thought you'd taste so sweet. You challenged him to try it and find out.

The wrestler started to kiss lower on your burning body. His fingers slid up and down your folds. He thrusted a finger or two inside of you. When the time was right, he lowered your underwear.

A string of curses filled the room as his tongue found its way through your folds. Fingers thrusted, scissored, and curled inside of you. You turned your head and gripped the sheets. His name fell from your lips like a prayer. He pulled away after a few minutes.

"Well?"

"I stand corrected," he answered and kissed your stomach. "Sweet and perfect."

"You know, it's rude to leave me completely naked while you still have clothes on."

"My apologies, what was I thinking?"

Chris stood up briefly. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him. His shorts pooled at his feet. You could see the outline of his hard dick in the underwear. A wet spot from precum partially soiling them. He removed his underwear and you laid back down.

Your lips connected in a hungry kiss. He is propped up on his elbows by your head. Compliments about your beauty are muttered against your lips. You feel one of his arms move and the tip of his dick running between your folds. Your moan is absorbed by his as he pushes inside of you. As he pushes inside deeper, his own moans pick up.

Chris gives time for your body to accommodate him. When you give him the go-ahead, the thrusts pick up. Moans replace the once crappy dialougue you forced yourselves to listen to. He lifts one of your legs to around his waist.

Every need of yours doesn't stay long. He knows all the right places. His mouth sings you praises as he brings the two of you closer to an orgasm. Chris made sure you finished first before experiencing his own orgasm. He waited to catch his breath before pulling out.

You weren't sure why you were shocked when he cleans you up. His hair is a mess, and his eyes half closed. A satisfied, tired smile on his handsome face. He slides into bed next to you. His arms wrapped around your body. In no time, his light eyes close as he drifts off to sleep.

You stared at the plain ceiling. Sleep rendering itself to you. One final thought passed through your mind before falling asleep. You are in love with Chris Sabin.

[moth-murdock]

large yappuccino, extra silly style

ordered by @capybaramurdock, @bunmurdock, @upended-jellyfish, and @foxmurdock💜☕

ALRIGHT BITCHES (affectionate) HERES THE CON REPORT (pretty long ramble)

ok so real talk i got there hella late. like "missed the time frame for my photo with elden" late. BUT i explained to the staff, and they were so kind! they asked elden and he was willing to stick around for an extra minute after the cast photos so i could get my pic! i waited in front of like a side door for the breeze, and i got to just casually SAY HI TO WILSON FUCKING BETHEL when he was walking in for the pictures! i could always see where vincent was in pics even through the cutrain bc his head was so shiny 😭. and then fucking jon. this asshole. so im standing like 3 feet in front of the door with my back turned to the outside and, by consequence, him. and when he walks through the door he doesnt even say excuse me or like gently nudge me or even fucking say hi he just walks around me. (didnt bump into me, let me clarify. just fully acted like i didnt exist) like dude would it kill you to just say hi. also he had that look like he was mad so idk. also he was wearing The Boots so that was a little lol in the moment. there was someone else in the same picture situation but with a wilson pic rather than elden, so when i went into the little tent thing they both were like are you here for me or him? it was kinda cute. ANYWAY i got my pic with him and i was able to give him a piece of coffee flavored candy to which he said "i love coffee flavor!" and then i asked his favorite song and he was trying to think but his handler lady was like dragging him away so he just said anything by Led Zeppelin. after that, i found out that Deborah didn't end up attending, which meant i had an extra 60 dollars from what i was going to get from her. SO GUESS WHO GOT AN AUTOGRAPH AND A SELFIE WITH ELDEN MUAHAHAHA. he had a little pile of gifts on the table but i didnt see the candy i gave him so im assuming it was in his pocket. while waiting in line for his autograph i heard elden talking abt his tattoo on his finger to someone else and he said smth like "yeah i got this one after i got divorced" and me and oomf who went just both went "*oh.*👀". after the autograph, oomf said i should have given him my number. (i should have💔����)

after the autograph, i had time to kill until the panel, so i went people watching and saw a bunch of cool cosplays including a million mandalorians, a master chief, cookie monster and frieza taking a selfie, jack sparrow, a buff guy in a maid outfit (he ate tbh), escanor, squirrel girl, invincible, the lorax, scout from tf2, skull kid, a baby as sailor moon, a daredevil walking around with loaded cheesy fries and a hot dog, magik walking with a winter soldier and emma frost (my worst nightmare as a jeff main), muay thai ropes matt 💜, leon kennedy, a singular other elektra accurate to marco checchetto when she becomes daredevil, and a daredevil i said "i see you" to and they said "i dont!"

when i got to the stage for the panel, imma be real it smelled like piss. then i saw a matt cosplay kiss a frank cosplay and my soul was healed. someone asked to take a pic with me and i thought it was bc of my cosplay, but it was literally just my chest up and the pic was in negative? and then he asked which pokemon to draw and i said alolan ninetails. oh and i saw a luigi and daisy walking around together.

so the cast walks on stage and jon isnt fucking there lmao. charlie was asked about the new suit and fucking wilson leans over and draws the d's on charlies chest with his finger and says "i just drew on charlie coxs tits" AND FUCKING CHARLIE GOES "Right on my double d's!"

elden was asked why he faked his death (which he just shrugged to lmao), charlie mentioned having a shit ton of avocado gifts from fans (and confirms that he likes avocados!), elden said hes returning because "theyre called flashbacks, people" 💔💔. vincent said "he fuckin hates it" in regards to kingpins mentality as mayor lmao. wilson said fisk "good and properly fucked dex's mind". when asked about the new dynamic between matt and dex, wilson started to say "its like a redemption-" and was quickly cut off by charlie who goes "please stop talking". wilson said charlie was obsessed with crowd size and charlie goes "its all i have..." charlie casually mentioned being ON SET JUST SEVEN HOURS EARLIER LMAO. when talking about spoilers, wilson gave the best babygirl voice and goes "sure! ill spill! just ask nicely!" while doing that hand flip thing like a total girliepop. in regards to what happens in future episodes, vincent said "we have no fucking idea". the fan theory of foggy being alive was brought up and charlie goes "i heard his heart stop! he's pretty dead!" girl if you dont stop this tomfoolery... not to mention that they had to repeat oretty much every question for charlie like babe youre supposed to be blind, not deaf 💜. another fan theory was brought up asking if matts identity would be made public and charlie my beloved goes "well then how would we make another season?!"

notable fan questions that i really liked (even though i was too far back in the line and didnt get a chance to ask mine) ((also i am 80% sure elden recognized me while i was standing in the line but wtv i guess im that gorgeous))

someone asking vincent a question and mentioning that their mom says hi and he goes "hi :)" while theyre talking and then at the end of his answer says "tell your mom i send hugs and kisses :)))"

Someone asking what the funniest fail on set was and both vincent and charlie go 👀👀 around wilson (who was between them) and my sweet boy wilson goes "LET ME GET AHEAD OF THIS, BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT THEYRE GOING TO SAY ABOUT ME" turns out theres a scene where he punches through a wall but he fucking MISSED the soft spot in the wall and BROKE his hand😭💔 AND THEN CHARLIE COX THE LITTLE SHIT HE IS he proceeds to tell us that while wilson was recovering, he (charlie) texted him and was like "they just sent me the new bullseye logo!" so obvs wilson is like oh shit fr?! and charlie said he sent a picture that hedrew of the normal bullseye logo but with the cross offcenter 😭😭

SOMEONE MENTIONED GUSTAV AND CHARLIE SAID IT TOOK HIM LIKE FOUR HOURS TO GET ALL THE LINES RECORDED LMAO

second to last question is what a scratch and sniff trading card of each character would smell like! they agreed that foggy would smell like death (😭💔), dex would smell like desperation, fisk would smell like blood, AND MATT SMELLS LIKE SPANDEX AND PIT-SWEATS💀 (thank you, elden my baby)

and the last question was someone asking elden how he felt about there being a multiverse and a reality where foggy didnt die. and Wilson goes "HE JUST SAID HES HAPPY ABOUT NOT HAVING TO WORRY ABOUT THIS STUFF (accidental spoilers, etc.) ANYMORE!! LEAVE THE MAN ALONE!"

and then after i got home i watched the hunger games mockingjay just to see elden again, realizing i should have asked how hard it was to memorize his lines for that role (hes mute lmao) and then realized i actually should have asked if he learned ASL for it or only the signs he used on screen. but alas. im just a girl. oh yeah also i was OBSCENELY wet when i finally got a chance to use the bathroom but thats kinda a given when you go see the daredevil cast i think

[baileypie-writes]

Hi! Can you do a fluff Velvet x fem reader where they are secretly dating and by secret? I mean, like NOBODY knows, like not even Veneer and Crimp, etc. I'm going to leave the rest of what you wanna do with this prompt up to you (ex: just basic stuff or say someone found out yk).

A/N ~ Sure! Love this idea! Hope you enjoy!(Love your pfp btw, Cure Lovely is great!)

~It’s Nothing!~

Velvet x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Female

Relationship: Romantic, but nobody knows you’re dating.

Synopsis: You and Velvet are secretly dating, and something happens that nearly gets you caught.

Warnings: Secret relationship, risk of getting found out

(Sorry for the low quality picture)

“You know, you don’t have to help us get ready? Especially since we don’t pay you. It makes me feel bad!” Veneer said as you put on his eyeliner.

“Oh it’s okay! I like hanging out with you guys, so might as well help.” You glanced over to Velvet, who was doing her hair. Truthfully, you mostly hung around to be with her. Not that you didn’t like Veneer, it’s just that you and Velvet had something going on. You’ve been secretly dating for about two months now, and it’s been great. Well, other than the fact that you have to be sneaky.

“Yeah. Just be thankful, Veneer. She does a way better job than Crimp anyway.” Said Velvet, not looking away from the mirror.

You laughed. “Oh, come on Vels, be nice. Crimp does her best!” Velvet scoffed, as if she didn’t agree with your statement. You playfully rolled your eyes.

Suddenly, one of the stage crew members popped their head in. “You’re on in three, guys!” He said, holding up three fingers.

Veneer let out a girlish scream, and hopped off the chair. “We better go! Thanks (Y/N)!” He grabbed Velvet’s arm, and dragged her out the door with him. Velvet gave a quick wave to you before vanishing, making you giggle.

It hasn’t been easy keeping your relationship a secret. Well, for you at least. Velvet seems to be doing okay. But you find it hard to hide your feelings. She makes you so happy, you can barely contain yourself.

You remember all the times she pulled you aside to give you a quick kiss. And all the times you barely caught yourself before saying “I love you” to her in public. You were so caught up in your memories, that you almost forgot about the performance! You yelped at the realization, and quickly sprinted into the audience.

~~~~

Velvet and Veneer exited the stage, waving goodbye to their ecstatic fans. Their performance left your voice, and many other people’s, nearly gone from all the cheering you’ve done.

You squeezed your way through the crowd, and made your way back to the dressing room. Velvet and Veneer weren’t there yet. You thought they were probably signing autographs, so you waited.

A couple minutes later, Velvet entered the room, but without her brother. “Where’s Veneer?” You asked.

“Still giving people unibrows. He might be a while.” She laughed. You did as well, imagining the line of people waiting to have Veneer draw on their face.

“Your show was great, by the way. As always.” You said, walking over to your girlfriend.

“I know, but thanks.” She said proudly. “I like how I can always see you in the crowd. It wouldn’t be the same without my number-one fan! Oh, and girlfriend.” She said that last part in a joking manner, as if she had forgotten you two were dating. You giggled, rolling your eyes.

“I love you, Vels.” You said, giving her a hug.

Velvet blushed. “You too.” She said, quickly. She wasn’t quite ready to say it back fully yet, but she still made an effort. Just so you knew she felt the same. When you let go of her, Velvet quickly pecked your cheek. You smiled at the gesture.

The door swung open, causing you and Velvet to jump away from each other. It was Veneer. “Woo, boy! My hand is tired! I’m sure I drew on, like, two hundred people’s foreheads!”

You laughed, then turned your attention back to Velvet. Her expression was not one you were expecting. She was staring at you, eyes wide, and mouth open, in shock. You gave a confused look, and mouthed a “what?”. She pointed to her cheek, then at the mirror. You turned to look at yourself, and what you saw made your face turn red.

There was a lipstick mark on your cheek, from Velvet. You slapped a hand over it, and whipped back around face her. You had a panicked look on your face, and silently asked her what you should do. Velvet put her arms up, gesturing that she didn’t know. Luckily, Veneer was still talking, so you had at least a little time to get rid of it.

You couldn’t go outside. People would see you leaving the twins’s dressing room with a red lipstick mark and would most likely put the pieces together. So instead, you shuffled to the vanity, praying to God that Veneer would keep on talking. Luckily, you spotted some makeup remover.

Velvet noticed, and walked over to you. She poured some on a cotton pad, while you kept your hand over the mark. She then moved your hand, and put the cotton pad on it, standing in front of you as you wiped the lipstick off. You then threw the cotton pad away.

Veneer had finished talking, and looked over at you. Noticing you and Velvet’s nervous expressions, he gave a questioning look. “Something wrong?” He asked.

“It’s nothing!” You blurted out, while Velvet nodded her head vigorously. Veneer shrugged, and moved to the vanity to remove his makeup. You and Velvet turned to each other, and let out a sigh of relief.

That was close.

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