#ml blurb

[wisteriasymphony]

"Oh, those supple lips, that smooth skin! His face, it's a perfect replica!" she cooed, tracing a finger over her child's cheek like it was the edge of a mirror. "Perhaps I've changed my mind, Gabriel. I must name him Emilie."

"You must give him right to be his own person, mon coeur."

Gabriel stood far from his wife and their creation, looming with hands behind his back. It was the child's golden hair that had caught his eye—with the purity of unimaginable riches. Emilie's own hair, now fading to flaxen, curled around the child's face as she bent down to examine his eyes, prying them open with her fingers.

"Perhaps just this once," she smiled. "But he'll always be 'Emilie' to me."

[miabrown007]

Felonies and Other Love Languages (Heist AU)

art by @art-the-f-up

Adrien Agreste: rich, lonely, freshly aware of the fact that he's expected to take over not a fashion, but a drug empire. Marinette Dupain-Cheng: broke, angry, freshly aware of the fact that bringing down drug empires is a blast. But where would she be without her team, Alya and Nino, and her very good friend, Luka? Not to mention the team’s newest addition, the kind, the funny, the ultra charming Chat Noir. If Marinette likes him, that’s alright, though. It isn’t like she’s dating Adrien Agreste for real. It’s all just part of her ten-step plan to make the Agrestes meet their demise.

I have Shay's permission to post his art. as you do not, you should not.

[beelmons]

Not your subordinate.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (non-BAU) Word count: 1,110 Genre: Angst with a happy ending cw: hospitals, mentions of someone being shot, mentions of death, light angst. Summary: Aaron is shot in the line of duty and you're there when he wakes up, however, his agent side comes out when you less need it. A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble and got a bit too long, whoops.

Nothing quite prepares you for the feeling of seeing a loved one bedridden by a bullet to the chest. Let alone your husband, the one you believe to be your other half, the cord that keeps you tied to this earth with a willingness to appreciate beauty and life.

Your breath was caught in your throat, your hands tightly gripping the area of you chest, as if you were trying to snatch your heart and give it a comforting hug. You sobbed quietly, your lips pursed trying your best to not let the tears flow so freely.

"He's out of danger." you heard the man behind you speak up. Reid, the BAU's local genius, had been so kind to call you and escort you to the hospital so you could see your husband who had been hurt in the line of duty hours earlier.

You approached the bed and pulled a chair to be sitting to his level, your hands immediately reaching for his and squeezing it with light desperation.

"Mrs. Hotchner." Spencer remained by the door, pity written all over his face "I really need to take you to Quantico now." he stated as he signaled toward the exit.

"I'm not leaving him." your head snapped in his direction, brows furrowed in offense. You saw him tense up, and you decided to relax instead. This wasn't his fault, it was part of the job.

"The UnSub hasn't been apprehended yet, he could be targeting the hospital." he tried to explain.

"The more the reason to stay, then, don't you think?" with your final statement your sight went back to Hotch. One of your hands tangled on his hair, and you appreciated his sleeping face. On the daily, even when he slept, he always had traces of concern, but in this very second, he just looked peaceful.

Spencer wasn't able to form any rebuttal, so his head nodded slightly to indicate he understood your position. "I'll have two officers posted at the door, if you notice anything odd, or someone seems off, please call me or Agent Prentiss immediately."

You shot him an understanding and thankful smile before you agreed with your head. You watched as he turned, ready to head back into the field "Spencer." you said to interrupt his actions, and he stopped in his tracks to provide you the attention "Get the son of a bitch." you said resolutely.

Without further word, he darted out of the room. Never did you imagine four walls could suffocate you in such a way. The faint beeping of the monitor, that was both the indicator that he was still alive and the reminder that he almost died, seemed to be getting on your nerves.

Minutes later, you noticed the uniforms stand by the door, and your body could finally relax a bit more. Your head dropped to be laying on the bed instead. You weren't sure when, but you had drifted off to sleep, your hand still tightly attached to your husband's.

"Mrs. Hotchner" you heard someone call your name and you bolted up immediately. A wide smile drew itself on your face, along with a couple droplets of tears, when you realized it had been no other than Aaron himself.

His eyes were half-lidded, his voice still groggy from having just woken up. You hovered over him with excitement, doing your best to not lay your your entire weight on him as you hugged his body. "Thank God, you're awake."

His arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders. He took a second to close his eyes again, simply engulfing the feeling of your embrace. He wouldn't tell you, but when he struggled to breathe, and he felt his life escape his hands, he could only think of you. Of how thankful he was to have been loved by someone like you.

"You shouldn't be here." he finally said once you pulled back, your hands back to squeezing his.

"Saveit, Reid already tried to get me off here. Didn't work." you said, your eyes fixed on him to prove him you were dead serious.

"Honey." he said, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he had that professional glare you had gotten so used to seeing whenever he had work to do, and that you tried to hard to keep away from your household. "He's fixated on me. He could be trying to get to the hospital to finish what he started. Please, go to quantico so you can be safe." there was something different about his tone, it was pleading, sure, but you could hear the hint of a command hovering over it.

"I'm not one of your subordinates, Aaron, so check that tone with me." you stated, a bit offended as well. His expression softened immediately, the stone hitting right to his forehead, and his eyes began to redden and water along with his nose.

"I don't want to risk losing you." his voice was shaky, a weak hand reached to land on your cheek, cupping it gently.

You sighed, your own emotions beginning to flow. You sniffled to gather strength, your words were not going to be easy to say. "You always say that whenever something goes wrong." you pointed out "Does it ever cross your mind that I don't want to lose you either?"

"It's different." he tried to argue.

"It's not." you shot him a smile "Aaron, if a bad guy were to enter through that door right now, he might as well take me with you. Because if I lose you, even if I live, there won't be any of me left. Who I am today, is a scramble of what we've been through. Together." you heard him sniffle half way through your speech, his tears finally flowing down his face.

He tugged at your hand, indicating that you should jump on the bed. You did so, struggling to keep yourself up on the edge by clinging to your husband's waist. His chin rested on top of your head, and you rested yours on his chest.

"I'm kind of glad you are not on the team" he admitted jokingly in attempt to diffuse the blue atmosphere.

"Yeah, I'm not very good at doing what you tell me to, am I?" you went along.

"To be fair, they aren't either." he answered, causing the two of you to chuckle at the same time.

Many years have you spent at the side of this man, many years you prayed this would remain the same, and sure, a time might come in which you are separated, but thinking about that could wait. He is still here, in your arms, where he belongs.

[bradshawed]

okay so i’m thinking angel eyes <3 … neighbour!peterparker? i am an absolute sucker for roommate and/or neighbour au’s! maybe the reader notices him sneaking back into his apartment through his window after saving the city or something… and he realises that the reader was watching and he’s like oooh shit 😳🏃‍♂️

join the party!

your mind omg, i absolutely fell in love with the plot! hope i did it justice and i’m so sorry for the late reply, love you loads and thank you so much for sending in this lovely ask!

When was the last time you looked up at the stars? Like really looked up at the stars and revelled at their beauty? Well for you, it was one week ago tonight when everything changed…

You couldn’t sleep. Or to be more accurate, you never really could sleep but tonight, you felt a little more restless than usual. You wanted to do something, and all that excess energy needed to go somewhere.

You tried dancing in your living room to one of your playlists until you heard a banging on your door telling you to turn it down. You’d attempted baking but quickly decided against that since you had no chocolate to put in the cookies (you’d eaten it all a couple days ago). And well since both of those had put a slight dampener on your mood, you took one look out of your window and bundled up in a duvet and a hoodie, venturing out onto the fire escape.

Sitting up on the creaky metallic structure, staring up at the sky, you nearly missed the red and blue figure flying through the air. You definitely didn’t, however, miss him climbing through your neighbour’s window. Or what felt like an hour long pause as you both looked at each other in shock before he fell into the room.

Do you call the police? Scream for help? What even was an appropriate response to Spiderman climbing into the apartment of the guy you’ve been crushing on since you’d moved in.

If Tangled had taught you anything, it had been that a frying pan could come more in handy than you’d expect. So, armed, you ventured back onto the fire escape and into your neighbour’s apartment.

Breaking and entering was definitely not on your bingo card for the year, neither was seeing Peter Parker half naked in his Spiderman suit but you definitely had no complaints on that one.

Screams filled the air as if it was a moment straight out of a comic book. And then his hand slapped on your mouth to prevent another noise complaint.

“When I let go, you have to promise me you won’t scream or run away. Okay?” You nodded the best you could, eyes still wide in shock in the darkness of his room.

“You’re Spiderman.” Peter/Spiderman held back an eye roll, gesturing to his half-off suit which caused your face to heat up..holy shit that boy had abs. Holy shit, he was half naked. You were in his room. Peter Parker is Spiderman.

Peter, sensing your panic, glanced up at you asking for your consent before guiding you to his bed. With your head dramatically in your hands, Peter took the opportunity to get changed before sitting down next to you.

Running a hand through his hair he began, “This isn’t how I wanted you to find out..at all but what you saw, it’s true.” He gently pried your fingers from your face, “I’m not going to hurt yo-”

“I know that. Well I um, you’re you, you couldn’t hurt anyone if you’d tried well I mean not the good guys and I promise I won’t tell anyone that my cute neighbour is Spiderman and- Oh my god, you weren’t meant to hear that. Not that I don’t think you’re cute but- I mean you are cute, I just- I really need to shut up and I’m so sorry for breaking and entering and nearly hitting you with a frying pan-”

At this Peter raised an eyebrow, his lips gently forming a smirk, “I think you’re pretty cute too.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “You know for attempting to hit me with a frying pan and staring at my abs.” You shoved Peter off the bed.

[ml-rarepairs]

ROUND 1 POLL 12

FÉLIX/LUKA:

"they say opposites attract, and these two are opposite ends of the spectrum! felix is a liar and manipulator, but under his cunning exterior is a song in pain and a heart drowning in loneliness. luka "the man who never lies" couffaine can hear the songs of others and knows at a glance that there's more to felix than what's on the surface. but even the purest heart in paris has his limits, and felix knows how to push luka to face them, just as luka can guide felix by the hand into the light."

"I didn't expect this couple to work, but I've read some fics that have sold me on it. Felix is quite the trickster and I don't think he expects people to be able to read him, yet Luka is able to do so anyway, intriguing Felix - yet it's a struggle which interests Luka."

JULEKA/MARINETTE:

Juleka and Marinette are both good for each other's confidence -- Marinette encourages Juleka to come out of her shell and help her model, Juleka encourages Marinette to be a leader. And they've got a nice prep-goth thing going for them.

[nedjsmlfavs]

Ladybug: Kitty, I'm so sorry, I can't go to the Agreste Gala tomorrow night! Something came up! Can you cover for me? (aka, a last minute cancellation resulted in a chance for the intern to go!)

Chat Noir: No problem my Lady!

Immediately after getting home, Marinette gets a phone call.

Adrien: Marinette, I'm so sorry to ask this, but something came up and I can't go to the gala tomorrow. I know you're going, can you cover for me?

Marinette: Of course Adrien!

Cue Marinette coming up with an elaborate scheme to make sure no one discovers that Adrien is missing. Chat Noir? He just shows up with a wig and a dress and hopes for the best!

[p-artsypants]

Blurb #16

I'm going to try to share 70 blurbs from my WIPs and unfinished fics to celebrate reaching 70 posted fics! To help with this endeavor, please feel free to send me a word or a fandom you know I write for, and I'll share the blurb. IDK if I'll get 70 prompts, but let's try it! Send as many as you want!

Warmth caressed her face, and tender softness pressed to her mouth. Something moist parted her lips and air rushed into her lungs.

She blinked then, realizing that she wasn’t going to die.

Huge green eyes stared back at her. Eyes of a strange creature, with slitted pupils and lime sclera.

She let out all her fresh air in a gasp of bubbles.

The creature rolled its eyes with a smile, before pressing its lips to hers again.

She was being kissed. That’s what had happened.

Air filled her lungs again, and this time she kept it as the strange being wrapped it’s arms around her and swam.

It broke the surface under the bridge, and dragged her over to lay on the shore. Echoes of panic filled the air from the bridge above.

She was too exhausted to do anything but stare at her rescuer.

It looked like a mermaid, but one from a horror story rather than the beautiful fairytales. It was at least friendly as he smiled at her with sharp teeth. His taloned fingers touched her face gently.

He had long, thin, golden fins on his head that looked like hair. His skin was tan and almost bronze, and littered with green stripes.

“What…are you…?” She breathed.

His smile widened. “I guess your soulmate now!” He chuckled. “Glad to see you’re okay. My heart would break if a girl as beautiful as you died.”

“You’re…what?”

He kissed her nose. “We’ll meet again, Princess. When the ice melts.”

“Marinette! Marinette are you there?!” Alya screamed.

The creature disappeared into the water, a green striped tail flicking out once before he vanished.

Marinette continued to lay there, wondering what was real, and what was the shock of a near death experience.

“Oh thank god, she swam out!” Miss Bustier ran towards her.

Several other classmates surrounded her then, checking on her and fretting over what to do.

“A merman…” Marinette whispered. “I saw a merman.”

“She is definitely hypothermic,” said her classmate, Max. “How far is the ambulance?”

“It’s getting close!” Said Nino, phone in hand.

Another pressing matter came to Marinette, and she wasn’t about to let it be. “…Lila pushed me…She did it on purpose.”

“It was an accident!” Lila sobbed with crocodile tears.

“She pushed me…she hates me…he saved me…”

A warm hand pressed to her face. “Don’t worry about all that, girl. Just rest.”

[athena-theunicorn]

"Why would you do that?" Ladybug demanded, tears in her eyes. She cupped his face in her hands, and for a moment he entertained the idea of kissing her.

"I'm fine, Milady," Chat insisted, tears in his own eyes from both the pain in his side and the thought that Ladybug actually cared enough to cry over him.

"Why would would do that, Chat? You could've gotten yourself killed!" Ladybug shouted at him, sobbing now.

Chat shrugged. "Because the world needs Ladybug. I'm just the sidekick."

Ladybug let out another sob, dropping her hands to punch his chest and shutting her eyes. "You stupid, stupid Kitty," she scolds. "We're partners. I..." theres a pause, and she takes a breath before looking at him again. Tears dropped into her mask and cheeks, shining in her sapphire eyes.

"I can't do this without you."

“I’m fine” swimming in doodles One day, I will finish my duties…One day…

[samisfunky]

Jjk fic masterpost

THESE ARE NOT MY POSTS THIS IS JUST A WAY FOR ME TO NOT HAVE TO SCROLL A BAJILLION MILES TO FIND STUFF

Updated July 29th 2024

Screampied Masterlist

Bad Boy College AU Sukuna x Reader

Toji x Reader, heavy breeding kink (Megumi exists)

JJK men seeing u nude on accident

Punk Band!Choso x Reader

Tender-Rosiey Masterlist

Nanaslutt Masterlist 1

Nanami x Reader, Sex life boring spices up

Gojo x Reader BODY SWAP (my fav)

Pseudowho masterlist (use to get to updated one)

Fighter Sukuna x Reader

JJk Period Sex (my fav)

Professor Sukuna x Reader

Virgin Choso x Reader (go to yujis for sleepover end up with choso)

Sukuna x Reader Best friends older brother (my fav)

Nanami x Reader naturally

Single mom Reader x Next door neighbor Sukuna

Actor toji x actor reader

Spideyyeet Masterlist

Rinhaler Masterlist

Omegaverse Gojo and Geto

SUKUNA PERIOD SEX LETS GO

Yakuza Boss Gojo

Mult Jjk Men Kinks

Best Friend Choso (WHOLE FAMILY TREE)

Accidentally texting them ur 📯🦵

[AO3] Sukuna period sex

Best Friends brother choso

[AO3] Gojo x Geto

Boy next door Sukuna

Hybrid Gojo and Geto x Reader

Pleasing Choso after a long day

Dads best friend toji

Father Sukuna

Loser GF x Sukuna

MMA Toji x Sukuna x Reader

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Edging Choso

3am w/ Dad Sukuna

Choso and Yuki full Nelson w/ Reader

Fuck her till she’s sore multi

Sukuna and Clingy Concubine

Toji x Pregnant Reader

Yakuza Gojo x Yazuka Geto x Reader

Gojo needs Getos help to make you O

Academic Rivals Choso x Reader

Hybrid Geto Masterlist

Enemies to Lovers Choso

Sukuna Fics

Dad Sukuna fics

Vamp Choso Period Sex

Uncle Sukuna x Reader

College Gojo x Reader

[AO3] Sukunas Roommate

Messy Sex Multi

Wolf Sukuna x Bunny Reader Mlist

Dumb Dick Gojo

Gojo, Namami, Geto x Reader, fucking a piece of ur clothes

Toji, Gojo, Sukuna fav position

Fuck boy gojo

Cocky men

Toji being soft with pregnant wife

Gojo, Nanami, Geto, being freaks

Doggy with Choso

Office AU Dom!Choso x Reader

Sukuna Shutting up up blurb

Plug Sukuna x Reader

Sukuna x Reader Fairytale AU

Men in uniform fuck better

Chubby Chaser Sukuna

Being Sukunas Secretary

Jjk Men as Exes

Low Sex Drive Toji

Wolf Hybrid Gojo

Sukuna x Reader Period Sex

Clothed Sex with JJK Men

Loser Choso x Cam Girl Part 2

JJK Men 420 fics

Dom JJK Men x Sub Reader

JJK Men affected by Sex Technique

Shoko x Fem!Reader

Sending the JJK Men NSFW videos

Hockey Sukuna x Reader ML

Twt links

Mha links

[autumn2may]

GUYS DO NOT GIVE YOUR MANUSCRIPT TO AN AI THIS IS A BAD IDEA ON EVERY LEVEL DON'T DO IT

original tweet from @jamesjyu reads: "We launch Shrink Ray today on Sudowrite! Upload your manuscript and get loglines, blurbs, synopsis, and full outlines automatically. Takes a ton of legwork out of book marketing. Below the tweet are two images of the program."

original quote tweet from @sudowrite reads: "New in Sudowrite: Upload your whole novel/script, get instant longlines (sic), blurbs, synopsis, and outline!"

tweet from @FantasyFaction reads: "Oh jeez! Bad bad, very bad! Writers DO NOT willingly give your manuscript to an AI so it can "learn" by stealing your work! I know blurbs and synopses are hard, but PLEASE do not do this! - JI 🐉

(stolen from ML Brennan & Sravani Hotha so I can include alt text)"

[wisteriasymphony]

The first night I discovered my mother in the basement, I strangled my father to death with my bare hands. There was no God that night, no conscience to stop me. He fumbled for his wedding rings, throat breaking in on itself as he tried to command me to stop, but nothing got through.

There were a million questions I wanted to ask him—Why this? Why now? Were there no other options? What about the rest of the world was so expendable that made him feel like he had a right to do any of this? Was I not worth being told? Was I not worth anything?

I could recount to you the feeling of his pulse fading to nothing between my hands like it never left me. I didn't bother actually asking, mind you. It kind of happened all at once, without really thinking.

But when I saw him walking the halls in the morning without a single bruise on his neck, I decided it was too late to ask then anyways.

Gabriel and I avoid each other now, only speak when God watches us. Say our lines, go through the motions.

Has he killed me too, and I just don't remember?

[wisteriasymphony]

"I'm just trying to protect you, Emilie!"

The room fell silent—eyes cast to the floor, to Gabriel's desk. Everywhere that gave the false hope that the conversation was over, that neither were truly there.

"I asked you not to call me that," Adrien finally spoke, hesitant that he was even allowed to anymore. "You said you would stop."

Gabriel pinched his nose. "Yes, Adrien, I'm sorry. But is it really so hard for you to understand that you're all I have left of her? That you remind me so much of her in your... your..."

"You've told me that. I still don't like it."

Adrien would never like it. It made him worry about... things best not worried over. He sighed, raising his hand to the door again.

"Fine," he spat. "I won't go. I'll stay in my room like you want me to."

"Adrien, drop that tone."

"I'll never come out, actually! I'll just sit still! Apparently that's what you want out of me."

"I told you to drop that tone of yours, young man!"

"Or what?" he asked. "You'll send me to my room anyways?"

will prob delete

[winterrrnight]

what’s stopping rafe from letting reader carve her initials on his v line ??? lowk might need a fic like this tbh

oh my god I love this so so much here is a blurb for you beautiful <3 i 100% see pogue!reader giving rafe a stick and poke tattoo of that heehee (especially maybank!reader cause r definitely learnt how to do these from JJ :p) let me know your thoughts on it ml! 💚

you give rafe a stick and poke tattoo of your initials on his v line <3 a rafe x pogue!maybank!gn!reader blurb <3 cw: established relationship, minimal usage of nicknames and swear words, usage of needles and giving a stick and poke tattoo, a very small mention of bleeding, I did research on how these are done cause I had no idea lol so if anything is wrong please forgive me 🤠🙏🏼

“really? you’d let me do that?”

“yeah sure, why not?”

you couldn’t believe your ears. it was just another night for you at tannyhill, you and rafe under his covers snuggled close to each other as you rested your head on his chest, your fingernails softly dragging across his torso. your fingers had just reached his prominent v line that was showing because his shorts were hanging low, and as you gently scratched it, your mind couldn’t help but think how enticing your initials carved against his skin would look. so, you asked him, and mentally prepared to get your idea straightaway rejected, but he complied, too quickly, and that definitely excited you.

you practically jumped off your bed to get your bag that you always brought with you each time you came to tannyhill and got your supplies out.

“you carry that with you all the time?” he asked amusedly as he saw you sit back down on the bed with your supplies.

“of course,” you said with a deadpan look. what kind of question is that?

rafe only chuckled and shook his head, watching you intently as you prepared everything for it – which wasn’t a lot, a disinfectant and a cotton pad, the bottle of ink, the needle, and a small container of vaseline – but you were definitely more hygienic when it came to stick and poke tattoos than your brother, who just straightaway dove into it.

you gently cleaned the area on his v line where you wanted to tattoo your initials with the disinfectant, and then got to etching the tattoo. you were slow, and careful. you kept on taking regular looks at rafe to see if he was in any sort of pain, but he was taking it like a champ, barely letting out any noises at the stinging of the needle. you kept your steady speed up, and carefully etched your initials, separated by a period mark.

“and done,” you smiled as you lifted your head from your bending position over his leg, and gently cleaned around the area and wiped the small drops of blood with the help of vaseline.

“whoa,” rafe muttered as he saw your initials on his v line, the ink black against his fair skin.

“you like it?” you asked with a smirk as you cleared your supplies and kept them back in.

“oh i love it,” he said softly, his gaze fixed at the initials. “that’s hot, like really motherfuckin’ hot,”

you softly laughed, shaking your head as you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his skin right next to the tattoo.

“now you’re all marked up.”

— —

I WANNA MARK RAFE LIKE THAT HELLOW???

[i-love-ptv]

You Know Me..𐙚⭑

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Based on the prompt: “no, i’m not going to give you a bite because i know you’re not going to like it. then you’re going to ask me how the hell i like it, and i don’t want to listen to that right now.”

Wc: 915

No warnings! Just fluff tbh! :]

An: This is a random blurb I made today at 6am lololol

buttttt NEW CHARACTER UNLOCKED!!! It’s fall, and i’m missing stranger things rn 😣

ALSO!! I don’t know who made the prompt, since I got it from Pinterest, but if y’all know, tell me!!

Not proofread, i’m tired

feedback is ALWAYS appreciated mls <333

You truly think that you’re being discreet. Taking subtle glances at your boyfriend, and more specifically, what he’s eating.

Steve’s mom has this special tuna casserole recipe, and she made it on the off-chance she’s actually home.

Just looking at it makes your stomach turn a bit, it takes you back to the dinner you had at Steve’s house when he first introduced you to his parents.

You can’t remember what his mother made, but what you do remember is how after Steve dropped you off at your house with a kiss, you were in and out of the bathroom all night.

You blame it on the fact that you may have a sensitive stomach, it’s not uncommon!

But, a part of you felt bad, she put her time and effort into making a meal for you. She doesn’t even really do that for Steve himself.

So you couldn’t just reject it, besides, your mother always told you to ‘try everything first!’.

So now, that’s exactly what you were going to do.

Steve had only come back to your shared home with one plate, so you had to think strategically.

Maybe you could distract him, tell him something’s wrong with the bathroom sink. Yeah! That’ll work!

“No, I’m not going to give you a bite because I know you’re not going to like it. Then you’re going to ask me how the hell I like it, and I don’t want to listen to that right now.” Steve’s sentence catches you off guard.

You whip your head towards him, staring at him like a deer in headlights.

“..What do’ya mean, honey?”

“No, don’t give me that look. Baby, I know you, and I know you aren’t the biggest fan of my mom’s cooking. I’m not either.”

You jump up at this, nearly falling off the couch, which makes Steve grab your waist with his free hand. He tries to get you to sit back down, rather than kneel on the couch.

“What? I love your mom’s food!” You practically yelled, your voice picking up in pitch.

Steve gives you a look, in both disbelief and amusement.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to lie to me. D’you remember the 4th of July?”

You cringe at the memory of that day.

Steve’s family, meaning his parents, two aunts, an uncle, his grand-parents, and like four cousins - two of which, were kids - had came together for the 4th of July.

Steve, of course, invited you. He figured it would be better for him to bring you so you could meet his family, and so that he didn’t have to be alone.

The company was great, you loved talking and getting to know everyone, especially his grandmother.

But when it was time to eat, you were a bit….Hesitant, to say the least.

Steve’s dad worked the grill, and to be honest, you didn’t think it was going to be all that good, but it was!

But your dinner was spoiled by Steve’s mom’s watery macaroni and cheese, her oddly sweet potato salad, and her rock-hard rolls of bread.

But you refused to cause a scene, so you shoved all your thoughts down, and ate.

…Which resulted in you barking at Steve, telling him to drive home faster so you could use the bathroom.

You shiver at the thought of how you spent the rest of the night, in and out of the bathroom.

“Yeah, but, I think it was cause I ate too much!” You stammer, before continuing. “I’m all good now, though! Let me try some!”

You try to reach over to the plate, which is being tilted away from you by Steve’s right hand.

Your hands are resting on the brunette’s shoulders, while your body leans in the direction of the food.

“Baby, please. You don’t have to eat my mom’s cooking, I know it’s not good. Please save us both the trouble.” Steve sighs, you know he’s not mad at you.

He’s actually anything but.

He admires how you’re pushing down your feelings, only to uplift his and his mother’s. But he doesn’t want you to think that you’re required to do so.

After another 5-ish minutes of you blabbering on about how you ‘want to try her hard work’ and Steve arguing back, you slouch back onto the couch with a huff.

“I know y’wanna be nice, baby. But you don’t have to.” Steve softy coos, while rubbing your stomach.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to Steve.”

Steve hums at you, and moves your legs from his lap as he stands up.

You track his body, as he walks into the kitchen, scrapes his plate, then sits it in the sink.

Steve goes back to the couch, picks you up, and then lays you on top of him once he’s comfortable laying down. He puts a blanket onto the two of you, and then rubs your back.

Steve leaves a firm, but sweet kiss on your forehead. “My sweet girl, always so nice to everyone, huh?”

You giggle softly, your eyes growing heavy at the feeling of him drawing shapes on your back.

The last thing you remember is him briefly reaching over you, and using the tv remote to turn down the volume.

Steve doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you, but he’ll spend the rest of his life thanking any, and every god for you.

And you’ll never be able to lie to him.

Cause he knows you.

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ROCKSTAR!SIRIUS PLZ

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rockstar!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 612 words

Sirius pushes through the crowd of fans with all the politeness he can. Sorry, ‘scuse me, thanks for coming, excuse me. It’s like trying to part the sea, but eventually he makes it to the door of his dressing room, slipping inside and shutting it hastily behind him. 

“Sirius!” You’re upon him in a second, eyes ecstatic under your smudged makeup. “You were amazing! Your solo, it was beyond anything I’ve seen—that had to have been your best show on this tour.” 

“Thanks, baby,” he says, and that’s about as long as he can restrain himself. The adrenaline of the show is still thrumming in his veins, but it’s happy for a new outlet. You return the kiss with gusto, and Sirius isn’t sure if it’s your sweat or his he’s tasting as you come up on your tiptoes, tongue sweeping over the inside of his top lip.  

“Pads—Christ, mate, think you could hold off until the after party at least?” James says from the doorway. “You’re neglecting your fans out here.” 

Sirius shoots him a sour look. “VIP pass gets them ten minutes each,” he says, leaving his hand tangled in your hair even when you step back slightly. “They got what they paid for.” 

“Siri,” you say softly. “They’re your fans, they just want to see you. Be nice.” 

“I was nice,” he replies, though his tone is far kinder than the one he’d used with James. “I was nice to them for ten minutes each, sweetheart, and now I want some time with my girl.” 

“You share a hotel room every night and she’s at every one of our shows,” James points out. “You’d think you’d get plenty of time with her.” He turns to you, brown eyes warm behind glasses still vaguely foggy from the exertion of performing. “Not that we aren’t happy to have you, shortcake. We are.” 

You smile at him, speaking again before Sirius has the chance to reply. “What if you go out there for another half hour, honey, and then we can skip the after party and go straight to the hotel. Sound good?”

Sirius sighs, bending forward to lean his forehead against your shoulder dramatically. He knows he’s ruining his eyeliner, rubbing it against the sweaty skin of your collarbone, but he doesn’t care. “I was already gonna skip the party,” he mutters. 

You laugh, resting your hand atop his hair lightly. “Just an extra half hour. Then we’ll go to the room, order room service, shower…” 

You’re making your voice extra enticing, and it works. “Fine,” he sighs, and James grins, slipping out and shutting the door behind him to give you two a moment of privacy. “Tomorrow I’m making you hold my hand all day,” he says, straightening with a groan. “I’m not letting you go until the next show.” 

“Sounds good to me,” you reply gamely. 

“I’ll hold you to that,” he warns, heading for the door before he gets a chance to change his mind. “There should be brownies in here somewhere, sweetheart. I requested them, you can eat them while I’m gone.” 

Your lips part, features morphing into an adorable look of surprise. “You made the venue bring brownies to your room for me?” 

Sirius shrugs, but he’s smirking. “You said you were craving them. Gotta keep my girl happy.” 

You grab his collar, pressing your lips enthusiastically to his for a brief moment before you let him go. “Thank you, baby,” you say, grinning hugely. “Knock ‘em dead out there. Don’t let any girls make you sign their boobs.” 

“I’ll do my best,” he promises, leaving you to your treat and stepping out into the hallway. 

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Yandere ML x Actual villainess reader (I AM TIRED OF THE SAME OLD… this is the same old BUT I WANT A REAL VILLAINESS not some reincarnation like come on guys what’s next? “I GET REINCARNATED AS A VILLAINESS AND THE MALE LEAD IS MY CHILD WHO LOVES ME”)

Yandere Male x Villainess Reader

hmm im not super sure what you mean by villianess...but this bitch is evil.... please let me know if this is what you wanted !!

pairing: Yandere! Male x Villainess (serial killer) reader

summary: quick blurb/ intro

warnings: murder, killing, etc

To Yan! you were more than just a high school bully. He knew how evil you truly were. Only because he stalked you and knew your every move. Did that make him evil too? No, he was just lovesick, you were sick… sick in the head. Beyond repair actually, but he didn’t care. After watching you for years he knew why your mom’s dogs never lasted long, he knew that your friend didn’t fall and hit her head in third grade, he knew what you were really doing when you told your parents you were going to a concert with friends for the weekend. The first time he saw you kill, his stomach turned and he almost covered his shoes in vomit. He wanted to scream out, but he couldn’t risk exposing himself. But it was you, you were his perfect sweet angel there had to have been a reason. His darling wouldn’t kill someone unless there was a very very good reason. What the fuck had they done to you ?? Did they hurt you? No one was allowed to hurt you. But there was no reason. You were just evil, pure evil. When you got an internship at the local hospital he thought you had changed. You were doing good, you looked beautiful in your scrubs, and a big smiling face, all of the patients lit up when you shadowed their doctors. How could they not, his darling shined bright everywhere she went. But when he snuck into the hospital late one night to watch you like he always did, he saw you cover a poor lady’s face with a pillow, and you smiled even brighter once she stopped struggling and her heart monitor flatlined.