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miguellover07 · 1 year ago

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lonerfem!reader x rich!miguel

if you are doing request,if not pls go on your day and ignore this,ALSO how are you doing,💗💗

Hiii omg so sorry for the delay but I've started school again and it's so exhausting ugh

Anyway I'm hoping you're doing fine and are happy with this piece

As usual, they enters the cafeteria alone with their head down, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to themself.

With fast and quiet steps, they go to take their lunch from the lunch lady.

"Hello, sweetheart. I hope you're doing fine today," she greets them to which they shyly nod and answer awkwardly, "Thank you, I hope you're also having a nice day"

As they turns around to go to their usual seat they bumps into the popular girl who immediately shoves them away from her and screams "You dumb bitch, you've ruined my top!"

And ruined it was, all the sauce was smeared on her shirt.

Looking up to her, already wondering how much it would cost them to pay the top, they slowly stands up and before they can even say anything they feels a hand on their shoulder "calm down, I'll have you covered, no need to scream the whole place down"

With an open mouth, they turn around and look at Miguel, who still has his hand on their shoulder while pinching the bridge on his nose.

The popular girl immediately changes her expression and tries to look as sweet and innocent as she can even though a second ago she was ready to fight.

"Oh no, no need for that Miguel, accidents can happen, right?" She looks at him through her lashes and steps closer to him but before she can press herself against him, he pushes her a bit away.

"You should clean yourself," and with that, she goes red, and I'd on her way to clean the mess on her shirt.

"And you," a shiver goes down their spine when Miguel's low and heavy voice is near their ear. "Go and bring us something to eat, ok?"

Nodding, they turn around to clean up the mess from the floor and then grab lunch for two people.

They can't think straight why would Miguel rescue them? Maybe he has something mire evil planned for them? Oh god what should they do?

It can't be helped, they need to get through this if they don't want to end up on Miguel's bad side or else they are done for.

Spotting Miguel is easy, eben sitting down he is one of the tallest and biggest here.

With uncertain steps, they go near him and put his lunch on front of him, but before they can go away again. Miguel had already grabbed their forearm and pushed them towards the chair next to him.

"No need to scurry away like a little mouse," he chuckles "after all, I did kind of saved ur life"

They don't dare to look at him, but instead, they sit down and make themselves as small as possible.

"Breath, it's not like I'll eat you up" and with that he lets go of them and starts eating his lunch.

And after some time they also decide that they should eat before the next class, so again with shaky hands they start eating their lunch, afraid that Miguel might pull any pranks on them or that the popular girl comes and gives them their beating.

But suddenly Miguel puts his arm around rhem which leads to them almost choking on their lunch.

"Like I said no need to scurry like a little mouse, it's fine really" he gives them a soft smile "I just couldn't help but notice that you're always alone even though you seem like a nice person"

They lean a bit back as Miguel's face is too close to them and their face goes a bright red.

"Erm..." To her cute response, Miguel can't help but laugh.

Taking his arm back "its ok I understand you need time to get comfortable, but don't let me wait to long though, I'm very impatient" he jokes.

But perhaps he had his eyes for too long on them and wants them to himself.

#miguel o'hara #spider man 2099 #miguellover07 #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o'hara drabble #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o’hara one shot #miguel atsv

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edgessunflower · 8 months ago

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Day 13 Tulips: Home welcoming

Pairing: Eddie Guerrero x Fem reader

Description: Eddie welcomes you home with dinner and tulips even if both of you are exhausted

Eddie smiles seeing you walk through the door coming home from your long day of work melting in his arms "Welcome home mi vida" your heart swells seeing the orange tulips on the counter. It was a tradition that eddie would get you tulips before you come home from work not only to make you smile especially if you've had a shitty day but also to show just how much he loved you which never failed to make you wonder how you found such a kind, big hearted, and wonderful man and how you were the one he loved so much thinking he deserved someone else which he would quickly respond with "I don't want no one else because no one else is you mi amour" he never failed to make you smile all the time eben over the smallest things as the two of you eat dinner before watching tv on the couch where you both fall asleep sharing a kiss before you went back to work again knowing that he'd be on the road for the next few weeks spending your days at home after work sleeping and trying to occupy yourself noticing blue tulips on the front porch smiling when you realize that eddie had them delivered to you reading the note attached that said "Thinking of you always mi Bebita". You fell asleep on the couch as soon as you got home from work waking up a few hours later to eddie caressing your face sharing a soft kiss seeing the bouquet of pink tulips on the table which made you melt as he carried you upstairs quickly showering before you were wrapped in his arms both of you out like a light waking up to make dinner finding purple tulips in the kitchen finding eddie already making dinner "Baby I was gonna do this you don't need to" he stops you kissing your forehead before carrying and setting you on the couch "No you're pretty little self is gonna sit here until dinner is done" you watch tv until you walked in the kitchen the two of you sharing stir fry and small sips of wine before watching movies on the couch with him massaging your aching feet before he had you in his lap gently running his hand along your back as sleep began to take it's hold "Go to sleep baby I'm right here" he followed behind a minute later once he was in bed with you molded to him.

#eddie guerrero #wwe x reader #wwe #eddie guerrero x reader

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echantedtoon · 8 months ago

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Waning Obsession(Yandere Kokushibo x Reader) Ch8 Fulfilled Promise

(This will span over a few months.

EDIT: Spelling errors are corrected.)

Kokushibo left her standing there watching until his form completely disappeared and she couldn't hear his footfalls anymore. The wind blowing around her body and the summer air heating up her face to the point of boiling, clutching the hand he had kissed goodbye to her chest. A warmth speared through her, heart pounding a mile a minute, and shock running through her.

....You rushed back home and yelled out into a pillow laying there for the rest of the day.

"Until I can see you again."

Kokushibo would not return for quite some time. You were flustered every time you thought about your interactions with him. Which was often and it usually left you flustered and red in the face to your boss's constant annoyance. You couldn't help it but at the same time you knew you had to forget it. Kokushibo and you were practically strangers. He probably only kissed your hand because he was a gentleman. You two didn't know each other enough for him to have feelings for you beyond maybe a kinda friendship?? But you also doubted even that. You had only met a handful of times-...Ok. You had met him a LOT of times over the span of the month he stayed and the two weeks he had stayed previously before that..but you didn't know if that eben counted as friendship let alone anything more. You needed to keep your mind off of anything unrealistic and focus on your life. After all even if you did hypothetically develope feelings for him, there was no way he'd return any feelings. He was too serious. And he was a warrior. He'd always put his duties first, so any romance probably wouldn't be on the table

Days passed. Days slowly turned to weeks. Weeks passed. Weeks slowly turned to months. And months slowly trickled past. Day turned to night. Night into day. Seasons changed. The end of Summer came and started to slowly transition into fall. The warm weather started to slowly become cooler and the leaves on the trees slowly began to turn beautiful shades of oranges, yellows, reds, and browns.

Still. Life went on in your peaceful village. In your peaceful life. You still lived your life alone in your house. You liked living alone.

No one to order you around. No one to say what you shouldn't and should do. No one scrutinizing yourself. It was a good life. Just you, nature, and the people in your village. It was a good life. Your parents were a bit concerned about you wanting to buy a house and live alone but they had passed away long ago so you supposed it was up to you now. Your home wasn't that bad. It wasn't too big. Just two rooms including the bathroom and just a small space in the back for a small garden and space for firewood to be stacked. Just it was perfect in your eyes. And it was just on the outskirts of town. Close enough to visit whenever you wanted but far enough to give you complete privacy. Which was EXACTLY what you wanted.

Unfortunately your life wasn't very easy now that rumors had spread around the town now that both Nori had been vanquished and you had 'completely insulted Sabo's family so much that he wouldn't even go near you.' ...Yeah. That was definitely a rumor spread by your boss and her family in a vain attempt to save face. You didn't mind. It might actually keep others away from you.

Unfortunately it seemed to have the opposite affect now that everyone knew that YOU, the only single woman of marriage age in town wasn't being courted.

From the moment you were born it seemed your life was going to be a problem for you. Mostly because it was almost like you had a spell casted over you to just have the worst of luck with men. Oh no. They weren't repulsed by you. Quite the opposite actually.

THEY WOULDN'T LEAVE YOU ALONE!!

Your parents must've had at least had offers from other parents to arrange a marriage between you and their sons. Thank the gods above they were amazing and kind and always asked if you wanted any of the marriages. You refused so they refused. And you would still be bombarded with offers of other parents to boys just attempting to court you any chance they could get. It was one of the reasons why you chose to live all the way out here instead of in town where you'd just be bothered. Although men still occasionally showed up here. And sometimes an older man or woman would trying to talk you into marrying their sons. You always refused and made them leave no matter how polite, persistent, or rude they are. And boy. You've gotten a few rude guests you had to kick to the Kirb. But you also had the ones who couldn't take a hint like Sabo and Nori. Then they were married off to other girls and you thought you could finally get a break once Sabo made an exit. Seemed like you wouldn't be so lucky when one of the older men in the village, came to your work. Mr. Tamaki was middle aged around the age of Sabo's parents and was widowed for about two years now when his wife fell sick and passed away.

"Good morning, Mr. Tamaki. How can I help you today?"

"Y/n..I actually wanted to ask you something but I hesitate as it might be too personal."

"Oh? Go ahead! I promise I won't be offended."

"Would you be willing to marry me and be a mother to my children?"

"....Beg pardon?"

He wasn't the first one but by far he was the most polite and understanding when you turned him down and he went on his way. Apparently now many people were considering the possibility of wooing you as you heard through the grapevine. Now you had the same people come to you and ask you to consider marrying their sons or themselves as the only unmarried woman in a town of more single men. At least once or twice a week now it was happening but as it slowly trickled into fall, the amount of wooing courters died down. Thank goodness. It was slowly getting chillier and chillier now with a cold winter being emanate. You had to resort to using the old coat you owned on your way to work now. However..your fate would change forever on one fateful day-

With a sigh you woke up that morning and did yours chores which wasn't a lot. Feeding yourself and cleaning your house. Neither of which took very long because of how small your home was and then you started on the laundry. Again it wasn't much and you were just scrubbing a blanket in your home when there was a noise outside that made up you jump and whirl your head towards the back of your house. A weird scratching noise. Raising a brow,you placed down the sheets you were cleaning and slowly made your way to the backdoor. Sliding it open-

"AH!!"

A black blue too quick to make out what it was ran through your backyard and went crashing through the bushes separating your small backyard and the woods.

CRASH!! THUD!! RUSTLE!!

Your body stood there stunned as..as..Well as whatever it was crashed through the forest until you couldn't hear it anymore. You blinked just seeing the bushes move and hearing whatever it was crashing through the woods away from you as quick as the wind. Leaving you standing there blinking.

What in all the heavens just happened?!

The last few crashing sounds made their way into the woods before it was silent all around. You stood there and just...blinked. What was that?! A bear? No, no. A bear was too big and bulky and couldn't run off THAT fast?! You looked around noticing that...Hey. YOUR GARDEN WAS A MESS!! Your once small and cute garden was torn to pieces with holes dug in all around it and dirt flung everywhere. Long claw marks in the dirt made you feel like what it was was looking for any leftover vegetables buried in the cold dirt. But what could've done this around here? Whatever it was you must've scared it off before it could make off with one of them. But what was it? Couldn't have been a fox. It was too big and it wasn't a red color...

"A wolf," you mumbled having finally deduced what it was before scowling. "It must've been a wolf! Or a stray dog!"

Scowling you marched on over to the bush where it disappeared through. Grabbing the bush branches, you pushed the thing apart roughly but saw... Nothing. The back of your house sloped down a hill to where a lot of wild berry bushes and a few fruit trees were ending in a stream that came up to your shoulders almost with how deep it was. Another reason you chose to live here. Easy access to your village's resources Free food! You scowled looking around more but there was no signs of any creatures. No wolf either. Curses! It must've ran off before you could see it... You'd buy a trap in town. You were going to head there after you finished laundry. Letting the bush go back the way it was before you angrily turned and stomped off back to the house.

"I'll be damned before I let a wild animal tear up my garden but first I'm finishing my laundry."

Unbeknownst to you, eyes opened up from the shadows and followed your form back to your home. You stopped in the doorway pausing... before turning around to fully face the backyard and the eyes widened. A shiver went down your spine as you narrowed your eyes looking around.. before going back inside and continuing inside before closing the door behind you. Yeah. You'd finish up before you left for town and buy the BIGGEST trap they had. The eyes way he'd awestruck at the beautiful figure walking into the house and closing the door. A neighbor's chicken wondered close to a different bush unknowing. A hand reached out. The chicken only gave out a muffled squawk before it was yanked into the woods never to be seen again.

You finished hanging up the laundry inside and went back out to heard all your chickens back into the henhouse and locked up your house just in case. You thought you heard a twig snapping in the woods behind you before you left down the road into town but you were sure it was just the wind. You weren't as paranoid as the others in your town. After all nothing bad ever happened here. You started down the road..but kept looking over your shoulder thinking you heard someone...but nothing was ever there. No one but your usual neighbors you saw every day. You got the feeling something was watching you from your home and the feeling didn't go away until you couldn't see your house anymore. Then you felt more at ease. Probably was the wild animal, or your paranoia that was thrown a bit since you weren't expecting it. However unbeknownst to you it was something much, much more strange than that.

The rest of the trip passed by without incident or without that sixth sense of something watching you. An hour later you arrived at the town. It looked as busy and crowded as you remembered and it was then you realized something. You might as well probably get your shopping done since you were here. You'd be needing some more supplies. So off you went to the first spot which was the butcher, then a library, and a few more places. While at a certain book store however you again felt eyes on you, and this time you turned and found the source of them this time. Four men working on building the side of a new house were staring at you as you skimmed over some books near the doorway. Upon realizing that you saw them, two of them looked embarrassed and sent back to work quickly, one man smirked and winked at you, and another one politely smiled and waved. You frowned but did politely wave at the one polite man before quickly retreating into the store further.

Why did this happen EVERY TIME you went into town nowadays?!

You just wanted to get you some supplies and be on your way. On the way back through you stopped by the blacksmith. He sold hunters they needed from bows and arrows to knives to bear traps. You walked right in gaining a few looks from a few men in there looking over the knives and two of which were asking who was presumably the owner which one would be the best for deboning large fish. Amongst the swords and horse shoes, and other items you found the traps. Big ones. Obviously those were for hunting BIG game like bears. But there was others of a more reasonable si- You froze as someone leaned on the wall next to you. Arm above and out. A face smiling down at your head. You turned to see one of the hunters smiling down at you.

"Hello, Little Lady.~"

NOPE!!

You didn't even give him a chance to speak. You turned on your heels and RAN like the wolf itself was chasing you. NOPE NOPE NOPE!! NOT DEALING WITH THAT TODAY!! Besides you saw the prices written above the traps. Too expensive and you didn't want to waste all the gold Kokushibo gave you. You'd have to use the old rope tied to the tree trick. Running down the street with basket in hand, you just happened to look up and noticed that the sun was setting. If you didn't want to walk alone in the dark, you'd better head home now. So that's exactly what you did. You veered quickly through the streets as people headed home quickly as the day's work came to an end. You didn't fear any fake darkness. You were more afraid of that wolf! But you needed to get back so you wouldn't be caught out in the dark with whatever it was. So leaving the dark behind you veered down the path leading you back home.

The light was quickly disappearing and you ran faster and faster down the road. Shadows danced across the pathway before you as you went down the pathway. Trees blew creepily and creaked as if their branches were trying to reach out and grab you. To take you captive. It made a shiver run down your spine. You didn't reach your house until the last rays of light left the sky and plunged the world into total darkness. The moon high in the sky and crescent shaped like a sadistic grin. You ran right up to the front door, pulling it open but stopped and looked around you real quick. You saw nothing but the creaking wind and trees. You shivered again before you stepped inside and closed the door. Finally. You were safely home. With a sigh you leaned against the door for a long moment before reaching out to flip the lock. With the door safely locked you pushed yourself off the door smiling and carrying the large basket over to place it gently by your-....Wait a second. Blinking you turned to window and blinked. Your window's shutters were... Open?

YOU DIDN'T LEAVE THOSE OPEN!!

You always closed your shutters before you left anywhere. Why were they open now? Especially when you KNEW you closed them before you left!! Stunned silence filled the dark house as you stared at it silently. Before slowly approaching it and looking out the window into the backyard. The moonlight hit everything in the yard. You saw nothing on the other side. Your brows furrowed. This was... strange. You remembered locking it shut before you left but you must've not locked it properly in your haste to get the trap. Which meant you had to go outside to close it again. ...your form slowly approached the back door and you grabbed a hold of the sliding door at the same time something was walking through the forest. Neither of you two noticed each other. However when you silently opened the door you froze when you heard it. The sounds of something coming from the other sides of the bushes.

The SAME bushes the wolf disappeared into. But they sounded a bit farther away from the henhouse! That stupid wolf was back!!

THUMP. TH-THUMP!! THUMP!! THUMP!!

You flinched as the sounds of footsteps...HUMAN SOUNDING FOOTSTEPS. Made their way faintly through the woods behind your home closer and closer and CLOSER to your house.

THUMP. THUMP. TH-THUMP. THUMP.

You couldn't move. Couldn't speak. As fear gripped your neck tightly and your eyes stared at the cold wind blowing the bushes around. The footsteps sounded..BIG. POWERFUL...But also-

T-THUMP. THUMP. DDDRRRRAAAAAGGGG!! THUMP. THU-THUMP.

Sloppy sounding?? As if a drunken man was stumbling around trying to keep his balance. Wait..what if it was just a drunken man? Just from the tavern? But then why would he be in the woods behind your home? And why so... ominously quiet?

TH-THUMP....THUMP.....

T H U D- ! ! !

You jumped as SOMETHING BIG. Collapsed.

Collapsed. JUST. BEHIND. YOUR. BUSHES.

You still didnt move. Panicking internally. What were you supposed to do?! Get your neighbors?! You wanted to go back inside...but what if it was someone who did need help? Or what if it was that wild animal? Your eyes flickered to the shovel you used in the garden by the house. If you scared it away by threatening it then it would be unlikely to come back again. It worked once when a fox wouldn't stop trying to bother your tomatoes. It should be work on a wolf too. And if comes down to a fight, you'd have a nice fur to sell in town tomorrow. Slowly you stepped out of the house and back towards the bush. Your bare feet touching the ground gently and quietly enough to not make yourself known.

Step after step after step.

Quietly you stepped closer as and closer and CLOSER to the bush silently. Slowly behind the henhouse you went and stopped right in front of the bush. The wind blew swaying it's branches creepily and looked like thrashing arms. You grabbed a handful and silently and slowly pulled them back.

And you froze at what you saw-

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snapes-wife · 1 year ago

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Brahms Heelshire x reader

[ short story] [ english version / german version ]

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Hey Guys! This is my first post and yeah 😀

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In the ethereal moonlight filtering through the dusty windows of the Heelshire mansion, Brahms stepped out from the shadows, the porcelain mask that concealed his features creating an air of mystery. The atmosphere seemed charged with a strange yet undeniable connection as your eyes met for the first time.Unexpectedly, Brahms reached out, his gloved hand delicately cupping your face, and he pressed a gentle kiss through the cool porcelain of his mask. The touch carried a silent language, a mixture of longing and the haunting beauty that surrounded his existence.In the hushed silence of that moment, you found the courage to express a desire to see the face behind the porcelain mask. Brahms, torn between secrecy and a growing connection, hesitated. After a pause that felt like an eternity, he agreed but with a condition — darkness would be the canvas upon which he would reveal himself.The lights dimmed, enveloping the room in an inky blackness. In that darkness, Brahms took off his mask, his identity remaining a mystery even as he kissed you once more. The absence of visual details intensified the other senses, turning the encounter into a sensory journey where touch and taste painted a picture richer than any mere sight could offer.As the kiss lingered in the dark, Brahms' decision to keep his face hidden added an enigmatic layer to your connection. In that intimate moment, surrounded by the echoes of the past and the soft whispers of the mansion, you and Brahms shared a unique bond that defied the boundaries of the known, existing in a realm where love and mystery coalesced.

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Im ätherischen Mondlicht, das durch die staubigen Fenster des Heelshire-Herrenhauses drang, trat Brahms aus den Schatten, und die Porzellanmaske, die seine Gesichtszüge verbarg, erzeugte einen Hauch von Geheimnis. Die Atmosphäre schien von einer seltsamen, aber unbestreitbaren Verbindung erfüllt zu sein, als sich Ihre Blicke zum ersten Mal trafen. Unerwartet streckte Brahms die Hand aus, legte seine behandschuhte Hand sanft auf Ihr Gesicht und drückte einen sanften Kuss durch das kühle Porzellan seiner Maske. Die Berührung vermittelte eine stille Sprache, eine Mischung aus Sehnsucht und der eindringlichen Schönheit, die seine Existenz umgab. In der stillen Stille dieses Augenblicks fanden Sie den Mut, den Wunsch auszudrücken, das Gesicht hinter der Porzellanmaske zu sehen. Brahms, hin- und hergerissen zwischen Geheimhaltung und einer wachsenden Verbindung, zögerte. Nach einer Pause, die ihm wie eine Ewigkeit vorkam, stimmte er zu, allerdings unter der Bedingung, dass die Dunkelheit die Leinwand sein würde, auf der er sich offenbaren würde. Die Lichter wurden gedämpft und hüllten den Raum in tintenschwarze Dunkelheit. In dieser Dunkelheit nahm Brahms seine Maske ab, seine Identität blieb ein Rätsel, selbst als er dich noch einmal küsste. Das Fehlen visueller Details intensivierte die anderen Sinne und verwandelte die Begegnung in eine Sinnesreise, bei der Berührung und Geschmack ein Bild zeichneten, das reicher war, als es jeder bloße Anblick bieten könnte. Während der Kuss im Dunkeln verweilte, fügte Brahms‘ Entscheidung, sein Gesicht zu verbergen, Ihrer Verbindung eine rätselhafte Ebene hinzu. In diesem intimen Moment, umgeben von den Echos der Vergangenheit und dem leisen Flüstern des Herrenhauses, verbanden Sie und Brahms eine einzigartige Verbindung, die über die Grenzen des Bekannten hinausging und in einem Bereich existierte, in dem Liebe und Mysterium verschmolzen.

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#chatgpt #brahms heelshire #the boy 2016 #behind the mask #british wall rat man #Stinky sweaty man #english #german #brahms the boy

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multi-fandoms-posts · 4 months ago

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Du Lebst!

Qimir x reader

"Wie fühlst du dich?", fragt Yord, während wir das Schiff verlassen. "Es ist ein bisschen komisch, wieder an einer Mission teilzunehmen", sage ich.

Zuletzt habe ich vor so vielen Jahren an einer Mission teilgenommen, das war kurz bevor ich die Liebe meines Lebens verloren habe. Natürlich wusste niemand, dass wir zusammen waren, nur dass wir uns sehr nah standen. Ich habe mich seitdem sehr zurückgezogen, jedenfalls bis jetzt. Ich habe das Gefühl, die Macht wollte, dass ich hierherkomme.

"Hey, das ist doch sozusagen deine erste Mission", sagt Osha. "Ja, so kann man es auch sagen", lächle ich. "Wieso warst du eigentlich so lange nicht mehr auf Mission?", fragt Osha, und Yord hat mit irgendwelchen Handzeichen versucht zu signalisieren, dass sie das bloß nicht fragen soll, doch es war zu spät. "Osha", sagt Yord, und Osha sieht zu Yord.

Er schüttelt nur den Kopf. "Oh", kommt es von Osha. "Es tut mir leid", sagt sie. "Nein, ist schon gut", lächle ich schwach.

Als wir in den Wald gelaufen sind, haben wir uns irgendwie verloren, und ich? Ich habe es geschafft, mich wieder zu verlaufen. Das erinnert mich an die letzte Mission, die wir zu zweit hatten, bevor ...

Erinnerung

Toll, wie kann man sich überhaupt verlaufen? Ich seufze und gehe einfach weiter. Ich höre plötzlich ein Geräusch und drehe mich um, nur um auf den Boden gerissen zu werden. "Verdammt", fluche ich und greife schnell nach meinem Lichtschwert und töte ihn.

Ich stehe schnell auf und höre, dass noch mehrere hier sind. Sie sind ganz nah, und ich renne schnell los.

Ich schaue nach hinten und sehe so nicht, dass jemand vor mir steht, und renne voll in die Person hinein und falle zu Boden.

Schnell greife ich nach meinem Lichtschwert und will erneut angreifen. „Wow, hey, ich bin es nur“, sagt Qimir. Ich umarme ihn sofort. „Ich habe dich überall gesucht“, sagt er und legt seine Arme um mich. „Ich habe mich irgendwie verlaufen“, sage ich und löse mich von ihm. „Du warst anscheinend mit den Gedanken woanders“, grinst er, und ich zucke nur mit den Schultern. „Wir müssen sofort hier weg“, fällt mir wieder ein.

Qimir will gerade fragen, wieso, als er die Geräusche hört. Er nimmt meine Hand, und wir rennen gemeinsam zum Schiff.

Das war die letzte Mission, die wir zu zweit hatten, bevor er alleine auf Mission war und nie wieder zurückkam.

Ich höre plötzlich einen Kampf und renne dorthin. Ich bin schockiert, als ich sehe, was ich vorfinde.

Ich sehe einige Jedi tot am Boden liegen, und Sol und Jecki kämpfen gegen einen Fremden.

Jecki kämpft allein gegen den Fremden und wird getötet. Ich sehe, wie sie zu Boden fällt, und schaue dann zu dem Fremden, der seine Maske verloren hat.

„Qimir“, sage ich schockiert. Er dreht sein Gesicht in meine Richtung. „D/N“, sagt er ebenfalls schockiert. Ohne lange zu überlegen, renne ich in seine Arme und klammere mich an ihn. „Bitte, bitte sag mir, dass du echt bist“, sage ich, während mir die Tränen hochkommen. „Ich bin echt“, sagt er und hält mich fest an sich.

Qimir hat sich von mir gelöst und streichelt meine Wange. „Ich dachte, du wärst tot", sage ich mit Tränen in den Augen.

Qimir zieht mich in einen leidenschaftlichen Kuss. Ich lege meine Arme um seinen Hals.

Nach einer Weile lösen wir uns voneinander. Mir wird gerade wieder klar, warum wir nach Khofar gegangen sind.

"Was machst du hier? Warum tötest du die Jedi?", frage ich, bekomme aber keine Antwort von ihm. "Qimir, bitte", sage ich und lege meine Hand auf seine Wange. "Sie haben gesagt, du seist tot", sagt er leise. "Wer hat das gesagt?", frage ich und bekomme wieder keine Antwort. Im nächsten Moment sehe ich Yord, der herausspringt und ihn angreifen will, doch ich lasse ihm keine Chance und benutze die Macht, sodass er an einen Baum knallt.

"Verdammt, Qimir, antworte mir!", knurre ich ihn an und er sieht mich finster an.

"Gut", sage ich und hole mein Lichtschwert heraus. "Dann eben so", sage ich und greife ihn an. Sofort blockiert er den Angriff mit seinem Lichtschwert. "Was soll das?", fragt er überrascht. Ich gehe ein paar Schritte zurück und schwinge mein Lichtschwert. "Du willst mir nicht antworten, dann kämpfe", sage ich und greife erneut an. Er weicht aus.

Ich drehe mich um und wir sehen uns an, bevor wir beide gleichzeitig die Macht benutzen. Ich knalle an einen Baum und er fliegt auf den Boden. Ich sehe aus dem Augenwinkel, wie Meister Sol und Yord sich bewegen. "Wagt es nicht, euch einzumischen!", sage ich wütend und stehe wieder auf.

"„Du bist stärker geworden", lächelt er. „Kann ich nur zurückgeben", lächle ich und greife ihn erneut an. Das ging eine Weile so, bis ich am Boden liege und Qimir über mir ist und grinst. „Das muss ich dir lassen, du warst schon immer der Bessere von uns beiden", lächele ich.

Qimir steckt sein Lichtschwert weg und hilft mir auf. „Ich habe dich so sehr vermisst", sagt er. „Ich habe dich auch so sehr vermisst, Qimir", sage ich lächelnd. „Wir sollten uns unterhalten", sagt er und benutzt die Macht, sodass Yord und Sol wegfliegen und das Bewusstsein verlieren.

„Mein Schiff ist nicht weit von hier", sagt er

und geht ein Stück voraus, doch ich bleibe an Ort und Stelle. Er dreht sich zu mir um. „Ich verspreche dir, ich beantworte alle deine Fragen, nur komm mit mir mit", sagt er und kommt auf mich zu. „Ich brauche mein Mädchen", sagt er. „Ich bin immer noch dein Mädchen?", frage ich lächelnd. „Natürlich, du wirst immer mein Mädchen sein", lächelt er und streckt mir seine Hand entgegen. Ich nehme seine Hand und wir laufen zusammen zu seinem Schiff, wo er mir all meine Fragen beantwortet bis auf die Frage, was damals mit ihm passiert ist. Bei dieser Frage hat er sich angespannt. Irgendetwas Schlimmes muss passiert sein, worüber er nicht reden will. Dennoch bin ich überrascht, was er mir alles erzählt hat.

„Wirst du mit mir kommen?", fragt er und reißt mich aus meinen Gedanken. Ich schaue ihn an. Ich habe ihn so sehr vermisst. Ich bin zwar ein Jedi, doch meine Liebe zu ihm ist stärker. „Ja", sage ich und er fängt an zu grinsen, bevor er mich in einen leidenschaftlichen Kuss zieht.

Nachdem wir uns gelöst haben, geht er zur Steuerkonsole, gibt Koordinaten ein und startet das Schiff.

"Ich liebe dich", sagt er lächelnd. "Ich liebe dich auch", lächele ich zurück und ziehe ihn in einen süßen Kuss.

Nachdem wir so lange getrennt waren, sind wir endlich wieder zusammen und niemand kann uns trennen.

#star wars #star wars the acolyte #qimir x reader

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ur-fav-alien · 14 days ago

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Jail Cell

Eben Oleson x Fem!Reader

You had been dating Eben for awhile, and during one of Barrow's annual blackouts he brings you along for a night of fun. In the empty sheriff's department an idea crosses your mind, something to do with an empty jail cell...

Tags :) SMUT , Oral!fem receiving , very minor roleplay (i.e. calling Eben 'officer' and one case of being called 'inmate') , handcuffs (he's a sheriff, you didn't think I was gonna do anything with that? c'mon) , mentions of bruising and some pet names! , I think that's if but if I missed anything please tell me xoxo

Eben crashed against the light switches of the sheriff’s department. A move blinded by your lips and tongue, making sure you got every taste of him as you pushed through the doors.

It was Barrow’s annual black out, your second, but your first together. It was exciting; you had only recently moved to Barrow to take care of your father, and Eben had always known the blackouts as a simple factor of life.

Eben had been aware of what it was like to relish in the quiet of a blackout with someone, but now he was with you; someone who hadn’t always known the dark skies of Barrow. It was something he had been looking forward to. Sadly, a month of cuddling and gazing under the northern stars turned into constant care of your families and jobs, leaving very little time for you to indulge in one another. Pent-up emotions and heavy eye fucking throughout the days resulted in snowballs being thrown at your window in the middle of the night, as if you both were teenagers.

The adrenaline rush certainly felt like your teenage years as you snuck out of the house to meet Eben in his SUV.

The lights snapping on throughout the department shocked both of you out of your lustful trances. It gave you a moment to look at your heavy breathing partner. Eben doing the same as his eyes surveyed over you. The cold had pinched his nose and cheeks red. The lack of oxygen from making out and the biting wind were a viscous pair.

“You’re gorgeous.” Eben breathed out, squeezing your sides lightly.

You smiled and pushed him back playfully, which only made him grab onto you tighter; pulling your warm bodies together to continue what you had been doing. Right before your lips connected, from your peripheral you saw a very empty jail cell in the back of the room.

An idea sparked in your brain, something you had been wanting to do since falling in love with the town sheriff.

You pulled away with a smile on your face. “Wait, wait, wait—” You skipped to the empty cell, “I wanna do something!”

Eben stared at you in wonder, peeling off his coat to follow you absentmindedly. “What’s that?” He asked playfully.

The coat fell from around your shoulders, grabbing it at the last second to throw it to the side. You walked backwards into the cell, grabbing onto the door and closing it as you progressed further into the cold room. The metal door closed with a small echo, which was dampened as you turned around to press your back against them. You turned your head to look at Eben, who was chuckling softly behind you, the sound of him sending butterflies to your stomach.

“Really?” He asked as you turned around with a fervor in your eyes.

You smiled through the bars, face pressed close to the cold metal. “Really.”

He chucked again, running a gloved hand through his hair. “You do something to me, lady.” He walked forward, leaning in to kiss you through the bars.

“I’m not sure you’re supposed to really kiss hardened criminals.” You hummed delightfully.

Eben raised a brow. “You’re a hardened criminal?”

You backed away from the bars, swaying your hips and shoulders suggestively. “The worst of the worst, baby.”

He rolled his shoulders back while holding back a very obvious smile. Eben gave a half-hearted shrug before tightening up his face.

He ripped open the jail cell, taking a step inside. His face was hard and stern, making your skin tingle with excitement. “Inmate…” even his voice felt cold, like he had never been more angry. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You couldn’t contain your happiness. Roleplaying had never been something you’d even think of asking him, and now that it was actually happening, the pure excitement of it was overflowing out of you. You seductively slid towards him. “What do you want me to do?” You raised your hand to brush against him, only for Eben to aggressively grab your wrist.

He spun you around forcefully with an angry glare, which ignited a deep fire throughout your nervous system. A plethora of knots began forming in your stomach.

“You have some serious behavioral issues.” He growled.

“Ya gonna do something about it?” Your finger hooked around a belt loop, tugging ever so slightly. Part of you just wanted to get this over with — would it be too much to say ‘cut!’ and drag him down to the floor?

He grabbed the back of your head and pushed you against the bars. You would’ve cooed at the protective action if you weren’t in the middle of something.

His hand ran down your body, the roughness of his glove and the gentle touch made you shiver. He grabbed your other hand and brought both of them above your head.

All your fantasies coming alive at this moment were too much to process. A giggle bubbled up to the surface, but shut down as soon as his leg pushed the back of your knees, causing you to crumble to the ground.

You looked up at him with enormous eyes, watching him intently as he was too busy focusing on ripping his glove off with his teeth to grab a pair of cuffs around his waist. The act had made your tongue heavy, your eyes floating back to their level as his crotch stood right in front of you. A thousand nights of nuzzling against his thighs after intimate nights made the knots in your stomach tighter, lighting them ablaze.

Cold metal snapped against your wrist. You looked up again to find your gloves ripped off and metal cuffs replacing them. The chain weaved through the bars — you were stuck.

You made eye contact with him, brows furrowed together to convey that he was angry, but you knew he was everything but.

“Do the glove thing again!” You whispered. It felt as if you two were actors in the middle of a play, improvising as you went on.

He raised his brows before bringing his hand up to rip his other glove with his teeth, tossing it aside.

Your giggle echoed through the department, and a smile ripped across his face. You leaned back against the bars, legs folding out beneath you to rest on your butt.

Eben followed you down to the ground, situating himself between your spread legs. “Am I doing okay?” He whispered, once again enforcing the idea that they were putting on some type of play. The idea made your smile all that more infectious.

“You’re doing great.” You leaned in absentmindedly, needing to kiss him like nothing else. Your lips felt empty without him there. “I’m so turned on.” You whispered before his lips took yours.

Your body was on fire as he leaned further into you, arms surrounding your head to keep himself from falling into you.

“You’re really bad at being a corrupt officer.” You playfully whispered against his mouth.

When he pulled away, you thought you’d go into cardiac arrest. His heavy breathing and lidded eyes were too much, but kissed red lips were just the cherry on top. A heartbeat pounded between your legs, begging for something.

“Oh, really?” He asked, his voice dripping with lust.

In a flash, he grabbed your legs and brought them to his shoulders. Your scream of excitement acted as no deterrent as his lips gave small kisses to your inner thighs, pressing through your pants as if nothing was going to stop him.

You giggled and squirmed as his lips dared press against the one area they needed to be.

“Eben- Eben, please.” You begged.

He looked at you from between your legs, a sight which would echo in your head for the rest of time. “Please, what?”

“You’re such an asshole.”

He kept eye contact as he slowly and gently pressed a kiss to your center. You could barely even feel it, but the act itself made you lose your mind. You leaned your head back as you hissed out curses.

“Will you just fuck me already?” You whimpered, and the kissing stopped altogether. The embarrassment fluttered to your face. Pure heat was radiating off of you.

Eben seemed to like that answer because he rested your legs on his shoulders to toy with the buttons and zippers of your pants. The fact you couldn’t help speed this process up was making your head spin, and he knew that. You had never found Eben to be an evil man, but the one time you ask him to be an evil police officer, he’s the most corrupt man in the world. In the back of your mind, you began wondering if he had always wanted to be evil like this. Draw out your torture, make you squirm and beg for something — the thought of that made you lightheaded.

He moved your legs to one shoulder to slowly take your pants off, each inch of skin gaining a small kiss. He ripped your shoes off to leave your only comfort of warmth being your knee-high socks. You must’ve been a sight to behold because as soon as he spread your legs again, his eyes dilated in a fury of lust.

“You look like you’re gonna eat me.” You breathed out with a small smirk. He resembled that of a hungry predator, you his simple prey.

Eben tilted his head ever so slightly, a brow raising which told you everything you needed to know. You watched in horror as his mouth opened, rolling out his tongue. He leaned forward and licked a painfully slow strip across the center of your underwear, giving you a taste of what was to come.

You squirmed as his grip tightened on your legs, keeping you as still as he needed you. He only released one of his hands to pull your underwear to the side, to get to where you finally wanted him.

The feel of his tongue against your cunt made you hazy. His hot breath battled the cold empty building, causing shivers all over your body.

He squeezed your thigh, a bruise that would come to form in a couple hours, something you were waiting to see flourish. He kept your underwear to the side, fingers grazing your clit ever so slightly as his tongue worked its way inside.

You squealed and moaned like your life depended on it, but he wouldn’t let up. He only stopped tormenting you to pepper small kisses on your inner thighs while he shushed you.

“If you think I can stay quiet during this, you’re an idiot, Eben.” You were out of breath, panting like a dog as his kisses warned closer and closer.

“Good inmates don’t talk back, sweetie.”

You whined, leaning your head back in frustration.

“Good inmates don’t whine either.”

You settled for a pout, which opened its way into a gasp as he kissed your clit gently.

“Try not to move too much.” He purred into you. “Don’t want you falling off.”

You couldn’t help but nod at his request, he had successfully turned into you puddy. You kept your hands busy by grabbing onto the bars, squeezing your eyes shut as pure ecstasy rolled over you.

His thumb rubbed soft circles into your clit as his tongue lapped at your center, curling in and out. The roughness of his thumb and the soft plushness of his tongue twisted your nervous system into knots. He dug his face further into you as the fire in your abdomen grew unbearable.

You tried to tell him you were cumming, but words escaped your heavy tongue. Your body ignited, legs to shaking beside his head.

Eben continued on, digging his tongue deeper into you as he rode out the electricity which shocked your body. In a parting gift, he gave a small kiss to your cunt once more before pulling away, looking at you from your pelvis.

The panting echoed throughout the building — you’d be surprised if the entire town hadn’t woken up.

“Wanna go again—”

“I’ll kill you.”

He chuckled, unhooking your legs from his shoulders. Using your legs, he pulled himself closer to wrap your legs around his waist, protecting your scantily clad ass from the cold concrete. He leaned in to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself, which left you giggling.

Your noses were touching, hot breath intertwining. “Thank you for correcting my behavior, officer.”

He growled dangerously, his smile toothy and dangerous. He snapped his head and was kissing and sucking your neck wildly — a horny vampire.

You screeched his name, giggling wildly.

#30 days of night #josh hartnett #omg frightening scared this is my first x reader PLEASE DON'T CRUCIFY ME I'M SCARED #once again if this is bad you guys CAN'T TELL ME /j #no but please tell me (be nice) i love improving my work and my audience's criticism is like #1 way to do so #if guys wanna request anything else... I'm always open... tee hee #eben oleson #eben oleson x reader #eben oleson smut #whoops I’ve been spelling his name wrong

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tyunkus · 2 years ago

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one day i wanna write a tyunsoob x reader fic but i dont eben i cant even wrap my head around that dunamic ou mymgod

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all-chickens-are-trans · 2 years ago

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hey, idk ob das eine komische frage ist: aber hast du sowas wie tips, um ace charaktere zu schreiben? ich bin mir nicht zu 100% sicher, ob ich wirklich selber asexuell bin und will jetzt nicht, meine eigene individuelle perspektive als ace durch einen Charakter "labeln" (does that make any sense? i know it's a spectrum, but i am really unsure about anything rn)

heyy! keine komische Frage, aber ob ich ne gute Antwort drauf hab, weiß ich nicht?

idk weil wenn ich Charaktere schreibe, dann schreibe ich sie halt in erster Linie so, wie ich sie mir vorstelle, und nicht so, dass sie auf irgendwelche Labels und Definitionen passen. Da sind teils meine eigenen Erfahrungen und Perspektiven mit drin, teils ist es wirklich komplett außerhalb von meinem Horizont. Ich bin jedenfalls nicht der Meinung, dass Leute einen Charakter nur als [x Identität] schreiben dürfen, wenn es sie selbst betrifft - erst recht nicht bei Fanfic.

Und wenn du das Gefühl hast, du würdest einen Charakter gern als ace schreiben und in die Beschreibung rein deine eigene Perspektive auf das Thema verarbeiten, dann ist das eine Perspektive, die dir niemand absprechen kann. Auch wenn du vielleicht aktuell nicht sicher bist, ob das Label "asexuell" auf dich zutrifft, ist es voll okay, deine Erfahrungen in einen fiktiven Kontext zu packen und dort mit dem Label "asexuell" zu beschriften. Manche Leute, die asexuell sind, werden sich vielleicht darin wiederfinden. Andere nicht. Beides ist okay.

Wenn es um z.B. als Buch publizierte Sachen geht, ist das mMn immer ein bisschen anders als bei Fanfic - ich würde denke ich bei einem publizierten Roman Sensitivity Readers dazu holen, die selbst asexuell sind und sich mit asexueller Repräsentation auseinandersetzen. Aber Asexualität ist halt nicht nur ein Spektrum, sondern es gibt eben auch ganz unterschiedliche Arten und Weisen, sie zu beschreiben, zu definieren, zu empfinden und zu leben - deshalb kann es da hilfreich sein, ganz verschiedene Perspektiven zu bekommen.

Vielleicht hab ich letztlich sogar doch noch einen ganz handfesten Tipp: Bei allem möglichen Schreiben, vor allem von Queerness jeder Art, hilft es mir immer zu "entselbstverständlichen". Das heißt: Ich denke drüber nach, welche Tropen, welche Erzählmuster und Narrative gibt es, und will ich die anpassen, wenn ein queerer Charakter damit interagiert. Fanfic hat ja z.B. sehr oft diese Formel, dass sich die Romanze aufbaut, dass der POV-Charakter eine gewisse Anziehung bzw. körperliche Reaktion auf den anderen Charakter bemerkt, dass das ganze dann zu einem Geständnis und Kuss führt, und je nach Altersfreigabe auch zu einer Sexszene. Klar könnte man da einfach die Sexszene weglassen und bam, asexuell. Aber vielleicht stellt sich ja auch die Frage, wieviel die Asexualität dieses Charakters thematisiert werden soll. Voll okay, wenn das nur eine Randnotiz ist, auf die nicht weiter eingegangen wird.

Könnte aber ja auch sein, dass du interessiert dran bist, das mehr herauszuarbeiten? Dann helfen mir solche Fragen wie: Wie interagiert dieser Charakter mit diesen klassischen Tropen und Narrativen? Was gehört eigentlich sonst selbstverständlich zu so einer Geschichte dazu und funktioniert hier aber anders oder gar nicht? Z.B. Woran bemerkt der Charakter seine Anziehung? Wie zeigt der Charakter Zuneigung? Was für eine Art von Intimität und Nähe wünscht er sich? Gibt es irgendwelche Ängste, die da entstehen? Und wenn es spezifisch ums Label geht - benutzt dieser Charakter den Begriff für sich? Ist er out & proud, gibt es da Scham und internalisierte Acefeindlichkeit, wie hat das Beziehungen des Charakters in der Vergangenheit beeinflusst?

Das ist jetzt alles keine Checkliste von Fragen, die du unbedingt beantworten musst! Nein, das sind einfach nur Fragen, die ich mir manchmal beim Schreiben stelle, um mich zu sortieren. Du weißt am besten, welche Art von Geschichte du erzählen willst und welche Fragen und Themen dafür relevant sind. Ich bin keine Autorität in irgendeiner Weise und kann dir keine Erlaubnis geben, irgendwas zu schreiben oder nicht zu schreiben - das kannst nur du.

Ich wünsch dir viel Spaß beim Schreiben! ✨

#my posts #writing

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sukunas-bxtch97 · 8 months ago

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Verliebt [Abgeschlossen]

[⚤Tetsurou Kuroo x Reader]

Klapptext: ��Unangekündigt tauchen Kenma und Tetsurou bei dir auf.↲

♥༻∞༺♡༻❤️༺♡༻∞༺♥

»Ich halte das für keine gute Idee. Wenn sie erfährt, dass ich dir geholfen habe, dann gibt es sicher Ärger. Also, halt mich ab jetzt hier raus«, hörst du eine bekannte Stimme von draußen sagen.

Misstrauisch trittst du aus deiner Küche hinaus und läufst auf deine Haustür zu. Davor angekommen, lehnst du deinen Kopf an die Tür, um so hören zu können, wer da spricht.

Kenma?

Du schreckst von der Tür zurück, als du auf einmal ein Klingeln hörst.

Langsam umfasst du deine Türklinke und drückst diese runter, um deine Haustür zu öffnen. Allerdings steht nicht Kenma vor dir, sondern Tetsurou.

»Kann ich dir irgendwie helfen?«, fragst du höflich und siehst den Schwarzhaarigen fragend an, der dich charmant anlächelt.

Verdammt! Warum tut er das jedes mal, wenn ihr euch über den Weg lauft? Vor allem würdest du gerne wissen, woher Tetsurou wusste, wo du wohnst.

»Kenma hat sich Sorgen gemacht, weil du schon seit 2 Wochen nicht mehr, zur Schule kommst«, erklärt Kuroo dir, der nebenbei sein Handy wegsteckt.

Vermutlich hat er mit Kenma telefoniert, aber warum hat er ihn auf laut gehabt?

Kenma hat also Tetsurou gesagt, wo du wohnst und das, obwohl du ihn darum gebeten hast, es nicht zu tun.

Immerhin gehst du dem Schwarzhaarigen nicht ohne Grund aus dem Weg, seitdem er dich einfach ohne Vorwarnung in der Sporthalle geküsst hat.

»Kann ich kurz reinkommen?«, fragt er und hat seine Hände in seine Hosentaschen gesteckt.

Seine goldenen Augen sehen dich eindringlich an und schlussendlich gibst du nach, indem du zur Seite trittst, damit er eintreten kann.

Du schließt hinter ihm die Tür und drehst dich um, allerdings rechnest du nicht damit, dass Tetsurou direkt vor dir steht.

»(D/N). Ich würde lügen, wenn ich sagen würde, dass es mir leid tut, dass ich dich geküsst habe«, gibt der Schwarzhaarige von sich und stemmt seine Arme links und rechts neben deinem Kopf an der Tür auf, damit du nicht flüchten kannst.

»Kuroo...«, flüsterst du leise und siehst ihn mit großen Augen an.

Hatte er das gerade wirklich eben gesagt?

»Es gibt einen Grund, warum ich deine Nähe immer wieder aufsuche.«

Du schluckst einmal heftig, als du seinen intensiven Blick siehst und befeuchtest mit deiner Zunge deine trockenen Lippen.

»Und der wäre?«, willst du wissen. Tetsurou hat einen Arm von der Tür genommen und sich stattdessen eine (H/F) Haarsträhne von dir geschnappt, die er sich um den Zeigefinger wickelt, bevor er sich ein Stück zu dir runter beugt, um so deinem Gesicht näher zu kommen.

»Ich habe mich in dich verliebt, (D/N).«

Tetsurou Kuroo hat sich in dich verliebt?

Dir wird Augenblicklich warm ums Herz. Du weißt erst seit Kurzem, dass du ebenfalls in Tetsurou verliebt bist. Nach der Zeit, die ihr getrennt wart, ist es dir bewusst geworden, dass du den schwarzen Kater schrecklich vermisst und nicht ohne ihn weiter leben willst.

»Eigentlich hatte ich das Ganze anders geplant dir zu sagen, aber seit dem Kuss bist du mir immer aus dem Weg gegangen und es tat weh. Ich weiß, dass ich vielleicht etwas zu stürmisch war, aber du machst mich mit deiner süßen Art einfach so verrückt, dass ich mich nicht länger beherrschen konnte«, erklärt er dir und deine (A/F) weiten sich für einen kurzen Moment.

»Es tut mir leid, dass ich dir immer ausgewichen bin. Ich wusste selber nicht, wie ich damit umgehen soll«, gestehst du und wirst rot.

»Du brauchst dich nicht zu Entschuldigen. Aber eines will ich von dir wissen, (D/N)«, meint er und kommt deinen Gesicht noch näher.

Du kannst seinen warmen Atem auf deinen Lippen spüren und bekommst eine Gänsehaut, die sich über deinen ganzen Körper ausbreitet.

»Liebst du mich auch?«, stellst Tetsurou dir die Frage, wobei seine Lippen leicht deine streifen.

Du fühlst dich wie unter Strom gesetzt und schlingst vorsichtig deine Arme um seinen Rücken.

»Ja, ich liebe dich, Tetsurou. Es ist mir klar geworden, als wir ge-«, willst du sagen, aber du wirst unterbrochen, als Kuroo einfach seine Lippen auf deine drückt.

»Das ist mir Antwort genug. Ich liebe dich auch«, gibt Tetsurou von sich und vereint eure Lippen wieder miteinander.

#wattpad #wattpadstories #animestories #anime #manga #haikyuu #hq #german #reader #author #kenmakozume #nekoma #tetsuroukuroo #kurooxreader #tetsurouxreader #oneshot #writer #fanfiktion #femalereader

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tempus-ut-luceant · 5 years ago

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eben and y/n teasing fans about their relationship

#fake social media #eben #eben x reader #eben blurb #i love me some eben #eben franckewitz #yall are sleeping on eben #why dont we #why don't we #jonah marais #daniel seavey #corbyn besson #zach herron #jack avery

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5sos-seavey · 5 years ago

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Just a Little Secret - Eben Franckewitz

Eben Franckewitz Imagine

Request: from @caswinchester2000 / @zachheroin - the reader is in wdw and she’s dating eben, but no ones knows. one of the boys catches them doing stuff in the tour bus one day and that’s how they find out.!

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 1250

Tags: @kvd963, @peachybeachyqueeny, @bessonbear, @0totally-tubular0 , @katie-avery, @tigerreece, @jonahmaraisstuff, @blissfulblake, @danielseaveyismyworld, @caswinchester2000

A/N: this is the first time ive written for eben so let me know if yall like it :)

You’re in Why Don’t We and right now, you’re on tour with Eben, but the thing is, is that you and Eben are dating, and none of the boys know. You’ve actually been waiting since right before the 8 Letters Tour started, so you’re kind of surprised that the boys haven’t caught you yet. It’s not that you and Eben don’t want to tell them, you just wanted to make sure that what was happening was gonna stick and was real, and now that it is, you’re not too sure when you want to tell them. In all honestly, you’re scared to tell them, so is Eben; they’re yours and Eben’s best friends, so you don’t want a bad reaction from them. So for the past few months on tour, when you guys all booked hotel rooms if you were staying somewhere longer than usual, one of you would sneak into the other’s room. Usually it was Eben sneaking into your room since the boys were typically the ones to share rooms.

One night though, Eben was the one that had his own room and you were sharing a room with Daniel. Unfortunate for you and Eben though, was that whenever you and Daniel shared a room he’d wanna stay up and talk or watch tv or something. You loved Daniel of course, you two have actually been friends since before Why Don’t We, but you loved your boyfriend too and it wasn’t often that you two got to spend time alone. So your phone kept buzzing with texts and calls from Eben wondering where you were since you planned on sneaking to his room once Daniel was asleep. And you couldn’t answer or else Daniel would think something, so you ignored the calls and texts. Then 15 minutes had passed and you and Daniel were still watching tv, but then there was a soft knock on the door, “I’ll get it,” Daniel said getting off the bed. You stayed your bed, but scooted to the end to peak so you could see who was at the door. “Oh hey Eben!” “Daniel? Hey! Did I wake you guys? I just wanted to hang before I went to sleep,” you heard Eben say as a way to cover. “No, no, Y/N and I are just watching tv and talking. Come in,” Daniel told your boyfriend.

That happens more often than either of you would like, whether it was you sharing a room with one of the boys or if it’s Eben. But neither of you wanna ask if you two could share a room for once because that’d be quite suspicious. So another way you both get to be together without the rest of the boys is on the tourbus at night. When Daniel, Jack, Corbyn, Jonah and Zach say they’re heading to bed, you and Eben will usually say you’re staying up to play more video games or to watch more netflix, most of the time the boys don’t stay so they can play more. And then once the boys leave you’re able to just lay together on the small couch cuddled up, sometimes in silence and sometimes talking about anything. But you’re both always sure to not fall asleep because then you’d definitely get caught by the boys.

Tonight though, the boys went out to a milkshake place a fan told them about, but you and Eben said you were good and wanted to stay on the bus. The second the boys left, you both went to the back lounge and laid there together holding each other, there might’ve been some kissing and making out as well, along with the occasional conversation, “hey babe, I kinda wanna tell the boys soon. I feel bad lying to them and sneaking around.” “Yeah, I feel the same.” “Plus we know that we’re in a good, stable place where we both love each other and want to stay together,” Eben said rubbing your hand he’s been holding onto. You smiled at him, you knew he loved you, and he knew you loved him, but him saying that about your relationship just made you really happy, “I love you so much, you know that?” Eben smiles back at you and leaned you down and half laid on top of you to kiss you. Then a minute later you heard the lounge door open and Eben immediately removed himself from you and you both scooted away from each other, but it was too late. Jack was standing in the doorway and saw what was happening. He just stared for a few seconds and then turned around running and screaming for the rest of the boys’ attention. “Well they got back sooner than I thought,” Eben said before he chased after Jack. You quickly got up after Eben to follow him into the rest of the bus where Jack had gone running for the boys. Once you and Eben get to the front of the bus right behind Jack where the boys were, Jack turned you the two of you and pointed at you both, “explain!”

You and Eben were kind of surprised by Jack, and looked at each other questioningly before Eben spoke up, “so uh, Y/N and I have kind of, uh, been dating since the tour started.” He was speaking kind of quietly, scared of the boys’ reactions so you moved closer to him and kissed his arm while grabbing his hand. He looked down at you and smiled, feeling safe where he was now. “I mean yeah, I figured something was happening, you guys aren’t as sneaking as you think,” Corbyn said laughing a little. “What?! I didn’t know this was happening! And I just walked into the lounge thinking they were back there playing a game and wanted to join, but then was surprised by them doing stuff,” Jack explained, clearly still shaken seeing two of his best friends together. It was your turn to talk, “sorry Jack, and sorry boys. We were gonna tell you soon, we actually talked about it earlier. We didn’t wanna hide it from you, but we wanted to make sure it was real.” Jonah stepped forward, “and I’m assuming that it is?” “Yes, very real,” Eben said smiling down at you, which you returned. “Well I’m happy for you guys, you know I love you, no matter what,” Zach said and he shook Eben’s hand and hugged you, kissing you on the check. The rest of the boys did the same and headed back to the lounge, except for Daniel. “I love you bro, but if you do anything to her, you have me to deal with,” Daniel said in a serious tone. “What if she does something to me,” Eben jokingly said laughing, not getting a reaction from Daniel. “Eben. I’m serious.” “I know. I don’t plan on hurting her or doing anything to hurt her.” “Good. Love you dude.” Eben laughed at Daniel and brought him into a hug, “love you too man.” Then Daniel came up to you and hugged you tightly and whispered, “I love you more than I love him don’t worry.” You let out a loud laugh, then controlled yourself, “I love you too, thank you.” Daniel let go of you and kissed your forehead and walked to the lounge. “Well that went better than I thought,” you told Eben laughing. “I love you, Y/N.” “Love you too, Eben,” you responded as he pulled you into a hug.

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